Knot So Fast Novels & Stories

She was finally ready to make good use of her body and I was so ready to devour every f*cking inch of it. When I didn’t hear any movement, I turned and locked eyes with her. “What are you waiting for?” I asked with a heavy dose of impatience. “Strip.” Honey sighed deeply, reaching for the knot which was fastening her robe around her curvy body. She held my gaze as she slowly untied the knot, she appeared confident, but I could sense the fear and anxiety weaving at the depth of her gaze. The robe parted at her chest, giving me more glimpses of her round breasts. My crotch tightened as my cock rubbed against my briefs, wanting to be free. A fierce desire burned hotly from within me. I wanted t

As soon as I did that, my knot started pulsing more angrily while her walls squeezed around me, trying to push me out, but I held the ground. "Fuck... that feels so good. I needed that so much... my pussy feels so fucking empty without your knots," She muttered, clenching harder and harder against me. The pulsing in my knot grew as I felt more seed filling it. I growled and started moving again, thrusting inside her, deep and slow, feeling every bit of her pussy around me. "Clench on my knot, pussy cat. Drain all my seed... It's all yours. Take it," I urged her, and she cried out loud with pleasure while her walls clenched so hard around me. I came immediately, emptying my knot and my balls

“Take every inch. This cunt was made for me. To take my cock. To take my knot.” His knot. The word sends a fresh bolt of lust straight through me. The ultimate claim. The thought of him swelling inside me, locking us together… “Knot me,” I beg, the words torn from somewhere deep and primal. “Please, Alpha. I want it. I want your knot. Breed me.” His eyes flash with pure, molten gold. His rhythm becomes frantic, desperate. I can feel him swelling, thickening at the base. The stretch is incredible, a burning, perfect fullness.

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 don’t want to push you. Not even a little.” I nodded. Still, he didn’t move. His jaw tightened. “The moment you feel uncomfortable, you say it. Out loud. You swear to me.” “I swear.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, soft and grounding, like he was anchoring both of us. Then he lifted my wrist again. The fabric wrapped around my skin, gentle and warm. He tied it slowly, carefully, speaking the whole time. “These are quick-release knots. One pull and you’re free. It won’t take more than a second. You understand?”