I Want To Be Knotted Novels & Stories

A tremble tickles my spine, making me squirm beneath them. But I’m trapped. Jake has my legs and Kev has my torso. Both of them are staring at me with intimate intent in their gazes. All I have to do is say what I want. So I do. “I want you to knot me.” The words leave me

I let out a bitter hum, and he shushes me with a nip on the valley behind my ear. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, do you?” “Just tell me, then. Then I’ll know, and—” “A knot. It’s called a knot.” I savor the word in my head, marveling at how well it fits. “Say it,” Lucien orders. And when I hesitate, he adds, “Please.” “Knot. A knot.” His grip tightens. His breath grows shallow. “Shit.” “W-what?” “I think I’d like to hear you say it again.”

I asked myself. And with a human woman…I understand that knotting for women can be uncomfortable. Some say it is painful. I'd imagine it is especially true for human women, so I tried to give her several more orgasms to lessen the pain of it, as I fought myself to make it stop and ended up giving myself several as well in the process before my knot went away disentangling us. I wasn’t bothered by it in itself happening. I was bothered that I lost control.

“I find it thrilling to be your first actually, so I'm going to make sure you don't forget tonight.” “You're oddly romantic right now for someone who just shoved his dick down my throat,” it was like he had split personalities or something. “Did you not like it? I thought you did,” he eyes drifted back to my wet pussy. “Besides, my feelings for you are still as sincere, I just have terrible bed manners or should I say it's my kink?” He really was a unique one. And here I thought he was just a sheepish guy in love. Who knew he had this side to him? Not that I'm complaining.

[“I wonder what’ll happen tomorrow when you’re completely sane.” "Why? Am I insane now?" [“I don’t know.”] She teased. [“Anyway, want me to tell you something interesting?”] I perked up, suddenly excited. "Yes, yes! What is it?" [“Does your husband know you want kids?”]

"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.

There was a tinge of sadness in his tone. “Hm…” Sanvika looked down. “I don’t want to think about that right now. For now, you will be here for a while. And we have a chance to explore our feelings for each other. Not get tangled up in the whole engaged – betrothed thing, and begin something out of our own wish. Like any other normal couple. I want to try date you in a very ‘ordinary’ way.” Vivaan seemed to be thinking about it. He played with her anklet as he thought… He was already getting attracted to her ankle and feet… Her skin was smooth and blemishless.

I whispered. "I don't know. I've never— this has never happened before." "Never?" "The knot only happens with a true mate. With a completed bond." He pressed his forehead against mine and his breathing was ragged. "You're the only person I've ever knotted." I pulled his face down and kissed him slow and deep while his body was locked inside mine and the knot was pulsing gently with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. Every pulse sent a wave of pressure through me that was right on the edge between pleasure and too much. My body clenched around the knot involuntarily and he groaned and his hips twitched and the movement sent a spike of sensation through both of us that made my back arch.

"That's—that's not normal. That's not—people don't do this for five hours. Knots don't last this long. This is—" It's fine," I said quickly, trying to soothe the anxiety I could hear building. "It's normal. For us, at least." "How is this normal?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly. "I've never heard of anyone knotting for five hours. Most knots deflate after twenty minutes at most. This is—there's something wrong—" "There's nothing wrong," I insisted, my hand still making soothing circles on his stomach.

Thеrе’ѕ ѕоmеthіng a lіttlе disturbing about the topknot аnd thе grеаѕу locks, as fаr аѕ I’m concerned. I’m ready to ѕtаrt work ѕо іnѕtеаd of heading bасk hоmе I dесіdе tо hit the station, grаb mу gun and then gо ѕtrаіght to see if I can fіnd Neon.