Femboy Knotted Novels & Stories

She drove straight to a boutique to get herself some lady's wears before going home. When she got home, she parked her car in the garage and stepped out, she look at herself in the window and sighed, even she can't remember the last time she wore a lady cloth. Although she do dress like a girl when at home but that's usually a nightgown, a top with jeans. Mostly casual clothes unlike now she is in a tight fitting knee level navy blue gown, a five inches heel because she found herself wobbling with eight inches. It's been so long she walked on a heel. Her long blonde hair in a tight high ponytail, she looked really feminine and she knew neither Kane nor anybody else can recognize her now.

Josephine stuffed the fruit knife into Zayne’s hand and said, “Don’t you worry. Even if you want to cut off the macrame knots on their hands, these two brats wouldn’t let you succeed.” Zayne was stunned. However, he also noticed that these two fellows were deadly afraid of cutting the macrame knots. Josephine complimented, “Sis Angeline’s trick is truly one of a kind.” “Why is it one of a kind?” Zayne asked curiously. Josephine explained, “These ropes are binding them together, but the knots are actually connecting their hearts. If I’m not mistaken, the knots were carefully made by Sis Angeline, and the trumpet creepers in the middle represent Angeline’s life force. Meanwhile, the two Turk’s

The only thing that stopped her was my tight grip on her hips. “Trying to force your Alpha’s knot inside you. Bad girl.” I said and she whimpered. “You want to be a good girl for me, right Princess?” She nodded and I smiled. “Then stop moving, and let your Alpha give you what you need..” She obeyed and held onto my shoulder as I resumed thrusting from below, gently testing my still swelling knot against her entrance. The fact that she just had two cocks inside her, made it much easier, and I slowly eased my knot inside her. As soon as I was fully in, her inner walls clamped tight around my knot, locking me in, and making my vision blur.

She knitted her eyebrows together. “What do you mean knot? What is that?” Damn these girls knew nothing about Alphas. “As the Alpha King, the only way for him to have a baby is to knot. Pretty much his member swells and barbs into her. It extends up into the cervix to ensure that an egg is fertilized. Other than that he shoots blanks.” She laughed nervously. “It’s not that way for everyone else is it?” I laughed.

Her underwear was cute, a matching brief and bra set in a pale pink with little white polka dots. I was going to cut them off of her but I wanted to see them on her again so I took the extra time to remove them and send them flying with the dress to join the sweater on the couch. It was definitely longer than I wanted because she started to stir a little as I was tying the silk rope on her hands after securing her ankles to the desk legs on each side of where I sit.

Her bows dropped from her hand, and she grabbed Luna by the hand. "Sure, let's get out of here and do something else." Luna did not resit but dropped her bow and went along with Phoebe. ****** ****** "The dress is too tight; why can't I wear a female shirt and trousers? This feels suffocating, and who would think a girl has this shape?" Neon grumbled, touching his sides. "I don't have an hourglass figure; I have muscles; I can't cross-dress."

Retired. So I put on maternity jeans and a long-sleeve white collared shirt. I think it’s cute. I pull my braids into a high ponytail, do my light glam makeup, throw on some low Adidas runners, and add a little jewelry. I can feel that Knox is staring at me. “What?” I ask. He shakes his head. “Nothing. Are you almost ready?” I turn and see him wearing something damn near identical, and I start laughing. “Why do you always have to dress like me?”

Her only saving grace was the silken black knot which she tied twice around her waistline. Amber’s normally wavy red hair was styled in a loose coiffure. A few of her locks had escaped, they tumbled past her shoulders and touched the tops of her breasts swelling above her kimono’s low neckline. The attire was cut down one-sided to show off her long limbs and she had to make a conscious effort to walk in baby steps so as not to expose herself. She was prohibited from wearing anything underneath. She gulped. “Honey, what on earth are you doing?” it was Lola, leaning against the curtain railing of the dressing cubicle with her arms crossed. She did not look pleased.

“A pretty boy.” “Fuck, this is a bad idea.” I sighed. “It is, but at least it'd work. The boys might be fighting to bend you over though, because you'd be so pretty.” She chuckled. “Okay, that's not helping.” I hissed, taking deep breaths. “My bad.” She said, going to her wardrobe. She got her clipper, and a set of things she'd use to make the cornrows. “What about my scent? Anyone would easily sense that I'm a girl once they smell me.” I said.