Femboy Knotted Novels & Stories

Her round breasts were still painted with my cum. "You look so beautiful, baby girl," I couldn't help but tell her, "wearing my cum while also milking my knot. Such a greedy little mate. All mine," I growled, slowly pulling out my knot and thrusting it back inside her. She whimpered under me as her cunt first tried to deny me entry but I forced inside, claiming her cunt. It was rightfully mine to be used. "Yes, please... fuck me hard," She panted while I continued to thrust inside her. My knot was pulsing almost painfully as I edged closer to release. I got lost between the thrusts as I watched her underneath me, trembling while taking my knot.

Cum overflowed as the knot locked, her belly swelling visibly. He switched holes without mercy, pulling out and forcing his blood-smeared cock into her tight ass. The burning stretch made her scream “Daddy!” as he fucked her bowels raw, one hand choking her lightly, the other mauling her breasts until milk-like fluid beaded from her nipples due to the constant claiming.

"This is boring. It's just hair stuff." "Fair enough," She pulled him into her lap easily. "You know how to tie knots?" His face lit up. "Real ones?" "The realest," She produced a length of rope and soon had three boys crowded around her, showing them different knots. "This one's a bowline. You'll use it for everything, and this is a clove hitch, see? Yeah, like that, you've almost got it." Her patience seemed endless. When they got frustrated, she would just say "Try again, you're close," and when they got it right, her whole face would light up. "There you go! See? Told you."

After some time, the ropes the ropes were being passed through my groin and every time they moved against my skin I wanted to let out a sigh, which I knew I had to hold back, but it was getting harder and harder as I watched them kneeling, completely immersed in their task, until finally the rope-work was ended with the rope having three small knots in significant sensational places of my body. The first knot was made to rest between my buttocks, pressing against my ass. The second knot was made and left pressing against the entrance to my pussy and the third knot was perfectly aligned with my clitoris, the two men finally stood up and finished tying the ends and briefly moved away to pick u

"Yea...I know. Its ok...I'm ready." For the next 5 minutes he hammered into her circling his hips to stretch her a bit more so when he swelled she'd be capable of withstanding the large knot that would form near the head of his cock, locking them together indefinitely. He wanted her to orgasm right when he knotted, that way it would be more pleasurable for her. This would be the first time he'd ever been able to knot inside a female. Any other woman he'd been with he had always worn a condom and pulled out before he knotted. This was something special between mates only, something he and his brother had saved jist for their destined one.

Apocalypse With my eyes on his sleeping face, and by touching him with feather light hands, I made sure he didn’t wake up, while I created a Shibari art with some Asanawa rope. The rope consists of three strands of jute thinner ropes twisted together. This made it strong but also soft and flexible at the same time. I knew as soft as it might feel, if knotted too tight the rope can bite painfully into the flesh. I needed to put the right amount of tension when making the knots to keep him tightly bound but not to hurt him. At least not too much, I smile at that thought.

Chapter 4: Eternal Knot The pack den thrummed with anticipation as the final confrontation with the Shadowfang pack loomed on the horizon. I stood at the center of it all, my body forever altered by the bonds I shared with Rylan, Thorne, and Kai. My curves felt more alive than ever—full breasts heavy and sensitive, hips wide and fertile, thighs thick and marked with their bites. The heat had peaked and begun to settle into a deep, abiding connection that made me stronger, sharper, more attuned to the pack’s rhythms. Yet the ache for their knots never fully faded; it simmered constantly, ready to ignite at their touch.

They were the ones Aunt Joey always warned me were trouble, clinging to my waist and showing off my curves. I paired them with a soft, ribbed pink sweater. The dusty rose color matched the flush the fever had left in my cheeks, making me look like I was glowing. The V-neck was just daring enough, and the knit fabric hugged me in all the right places. I spent twenty minutes on my hair, letting my long, chocolate dark waves tumble over my shoulders.

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.