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Who knew? The similarities made them smile. She hated to be tickled but accepted and sometimes even enjoyed when Blythe or Kate tortured her with it. Sawyer cried in front of both women, happy and sad tears depending on the occasion or discussion. She liked to grate on their nerves and gloat after the fact. The thoughtful blonde gave amazing gifts with something money couldn’t buy; Her time, attention, and love. Sawyer had become afraid of giving her whole self to another after being broken more times than she deserved. So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot.

A green beret, green sash with badges sewn on it, and a pair of calf high white stockings completed the look. She held up a length of nylon rope. "Mr. Brad, can you help me with my knot tying?" "Of course," I replied. "I tried to tie a half hitch, but I don't think this is right," she said, dropping the rope and looking down at the knot holding her shirt together. She stood right in front of me, taking an end of the shirt in each hand and began to slowly pull. I watched, mesmerized as the fabric slowly slid through the knot, then the knot was gone and her shirt was open. She spread her arms, exposing her breasts to me.

"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."

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.

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 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.

We'd discuss marking next time. She looked up at me, and concern washed over her face. "I know this is kind of awkward to ask about now, but...you weren't knotted, were you?" I rolled my eyes. "Did you not pay attention to sex ed? You can't knot unless a female is in heat. And trust me, you and I would know if I was knotted." "Oh. Sorry." "Sorry. I didn't mean to sound dickish." "It's okay. You were just being a silly goose."

The mere thought of that annoyed him. The top was a sheer bralette with crimson lace cups edged with delicate scalloping; it had thin spaghetti straps. The matching panties were in a thong style with a high-cut waistband; the front had a tiny teasing triangle of lace that barely covered anything. Especially him that had a boyish dick. It would definitely slip out from the supposed triangle coverage. The back was a slim string that would clearly vanish in his ass once he wore it. The sheer stocking clipped to a garter belt, the suspender dangled down. Rory thought he had wasted time looking and admiring the set until Nicholas voiced it.

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,

“Beg for it, pretty boy. Beg for your alpha’s knot.” “Please knot me Damien, I need it, need your knot, breed me, fill my hole, make me yours…” He roared, slamming home one last time, knot popping inside, locking us together as he came, hot, thick ropes flooding my omega hole, pulse after endless pulse. The pressure triggered my own orgasm, my cock spurting between us, coating our stomachs as my hole milked his knot, pulling every drop deeper. “Mine, mate, fuck, Alex—” he groaned, hips grinding, knot throbbing inside me, sealing his cum deep. “You’re never getting away. My omega. My pretty boy.”