Femboy Knotted Novels & Stories

Chapter 3: Feral Knotting Under the Moon and Rival Bites That Claim Deep The massive knot at the base of Lucas’s cock throbbed deep inside Damien, locking them together on the forest floor. Every slow grind of Lucas’s hips forced another thick spurt of hot alpha cum into Damien’s already overflowing guts. The pressure was intense, the stretch burning in the most addictive way as the knot swelled even larger, sealing every drop inside.

“For landing on your feet.” I braided my hair by the slit of a window, fingers moving with the old rhythm I’d learned as a girl when I’d dreamed only of one wedding, one alpha, a small life. I fastened Lefu’s countercharm knot at my wrist and breathed through the first warmth of it against my pulse. The cord lay white as milk across my skin.

"Královna, I made this for your male." The female hands me a pair of sewed tiny loincloths that would hug a pup's bottom perfectly. "Thank you." I beam up at her, this is a sweet gesture. I shall add this with the rest of my pup's collection. Phobos does not know this but I have been secretly knitting these cute outfits like pants and sweaters in all colours for the little one to wear so I can take pictures and share them with our family. I know Phobos would disagree with me into dressing our pup in such apparel but if he thinks I am going to dress my male in a small loincloth he is terribly wrong for pups are meant to look adorable.

How could I possibly tell her no I’ve never had cornrows before. Shelly: "Oh, that sounds absolutely divine! I've always admired your style and how effortlessly you pull off that bohemian flair. I've been wanting to try something new and expressive with my hair. Do you think cornrows would suit me?" Bohemian Woman: "Absolutely, love! Cornrows are so versatile and can be tailored to suit anyone's unique vibe. We can play around with different patterns and use beads and threads that resonate with your aura. Imagine a beautiful blend of earthy tones and vibrant pops of color so empowering!"

She then rotates so she’s head down and her hands are free. She quickly finishes the knot, then grips the lower rope in both hands so she can unwrap her leg from the rope and right herself. She pulls the knot tighter with her body weight, then nods at it and clambers down to the bottom again. She looks at her work, nods again and turns back to the group. George is smiling at her, clearly impressed, Seb and Greyson are open-mouthed and Rosie’s staring at her. She furrows her brows,

knots at her front. That way I can comfortably encase her whole torso in a visually appealing way that doesn't really restrict her, but should make her hyper aware of every patch of skin covered, and put some light pressure on her breasts where the ropes run above and below them. Finally down at her ass and hips I tie off the rest of the ropes around her thighs, forcing her to keep her legs slightly open at all times. When I'm done I check some of the connecting knots again, but as there's no real strain on the rope it's

Always female and never not annoying. "God, he's so handsome," one mumbles. "Sexy," the other one corrects her. "Bet Poppy's fucking him." I frown. God, I fucking wish she were fucking me. To my dismay, the two of them ride with me down to the ground level, and when the doors open, I push through them to get out first, but then I turn around and slam my arm against the elevator doors to keep them from closing. I look at them both very carefully.

I looked at my outfits, trying to think what mood I felt in. Cute, sexy, bad-ass, basic, comfy? I decided for black jeans, black biker boots and a tight burgundy red spaghetti strap top. I did feel bad-ass although my boobs were definitely a bit on show. I did my hair and make up, letting my long brown hair fall down my back in soft waves and putting on light make up. I let Kenna know I was ready early and she sent me three shocked faced emojis and said she was on her way.

“Nope. Sex should have been enough for you.” “It’s never enough. Cuddling after sex is.” “You can cuddle but no foreplay? You are a weird one.” “Weirdo is my name.” “Okay. So that’s what I’m supposed to call you?” “Yeah.” He kisses my neck and takes the comb from me. “Let me help you with that.” “No.” I grab the comb from him. “What tomboy? You don’t want me touching your hair?” “Yeah. I will do it on my own.”

He must wear fae fabric, because the ornate suit he’d worn now became a simple robe. She untied the belt and pushed it off him, revealing his body. His hands moved down her, and she pulled away long enough to see her fae fabric had also become a short robe that he easily pushed aside. She wore the pink fabric underneath it, which had become her underwear when she put it on earlier. Now, it seemed to draw his fingers, and they trembled with the same hint of life that the seedpod had shown before hooking into the waistband at each side to drag the delicate fabric down her hips.