Have You Ever Been Knotted Novels & Stories

She left us alone in the tent. Conor started rubbing my shoulders. “You’re still tense… I can wear you out again if you want?” Conor whispered in my ear. He found a knot in my left shoulder and worked it out in a few minutes. “You’re as bad as I am, Karen.” He muttered as I chuckled. “I can feel several knots in your muscles.” He worked out a second one.

The next second, a red ribbon was blown up. We heard a crisp sound and something smashed at our feet. Looking down, I saw it was the love knot that had just been hung. There were several love knots on the tree. Although they were swaying left and right in the wind, they still hung firmly, except for our knot. The shop owner scratched his head and muttered, "It's really a strange day today." Derek stayed silent, his expression darkening as tension filled the air. I couldn't shake the sense of impending doom. "Well... it must be a coincidence. Don't let it bother you," I said, trying to ease the moment.

"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.

She commanded at last. I stopped, my breath was coming out harshly. I focused on my breathing, I was trying to gather strength and pull again but something caught my eye. The end of the rope, I hadn’t been looking at mine earlier, I had been looking at Coco’s all day as turning mine made my eyes hurt, but I noticed now that we were knotted differently. That was a bit strange. I was quite familiar with this knot, so I began to work on it in reverse. It was a bit hard working with one hand, but I didn’t have much time.

He seemed both sheepish and embarrassed. I wiggled my hips and felt it. "Are we locked together?" He nodded. "There's a knot in your dick?" He nodded again. "I'm sure you can break it," he said carefully, "but it would be pretty painful for me." "Uh, okay." There's never been a knot before. What was this all about? He read my expression. "The werewolf gets a knot when he makes love. I don't." He kissed my neck. "So let's just enjoy this time that we have, um, locked together."

"You're opening up easily. That's good. Means you'll be able to take an Alpha's knot without much prep." "How big is a knot?" "Mine? At full inflation, about three inches in diameter. Bigger than my cock. It'll stretch you wide, lock inside you, keep my cum trapped deep so it can breed you properly." Kai's cock pulsed at the description, and Daemon chuckled. "You like that idea. Your body wants it. Wants to be stretched and filled and knotted." He added a third finger, and Kai whimpered. "That's a lot..." "This is less than my knot. And you're taking it well. Such a good omega. Made for breeding." He crooked his fingers, found that spot inside, and Kai's back arched.

Rosette expressed, attempting to move away but realizing she was unable to. "We'll be connected like this for about an hour, love. No one will be released until then. Regarding your modesty, I'll try to honor your human upbringing, but customs differ here. Public displays of affection are common and even ceremonial," Kyle explained. "Tied? What do you mean tied?" Rosette inquired, trying to grasp the information. As she reached to feel their joined bodies, she noted the thickness of Kyle's arousal, deeper than she had experienced before. "It's called a knot; it secures my semen to enhance the chances of pregnancy when you're ovulating," Kyle stated matter-of-factly.

What he wants is coming down the bond so loud it's practically a Halestorm concert. The heat wants the knot. One want, aimed at one thing, and everything I'm doing to him only feeds it. The rut wants something else entirely. It wants this to go on. Hours. Days. It never wants the movement to end, and the knot prohibits any movement until its ready to go down. The animal in me is nowhere near ready to be forced to a stop, so I hold it back.

Most of the time, alphas could control that response—unless they were completely lost to the mating instinct, which clearly wasn’t the case here. My cock hadn’t even wanted to knot. I usually didn’t unless I was inside someone, and even then I could count on one hand the number of times I’d bothered. Getting away quickly usually trumped the take-it-or-leave-it pleasure of letting my knot expand, feeling it pulse in tight heat. Apparently MacKenna didn’t have the same relationship with knotting that I did. Lucky me. “What do you mean I’m not done?” I rasped, sounding like a ninety-year-old cigar smoker.

"It doesn't matter anyways. I have another homework for you" I sighed. But louder than intended. "Oh, are you tired? Ugh, ugly Betty." she grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging at it. "Just remember who you are and where you stand in this school." Everyone else in the class had turned to watch. Some had their phones out and were recording. "YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. CHARITY. CASE" she said drawing out the words more than necessary.