Knotted Penis Novels & Stories

Knox's gut twisted into a knot and his throat tightened. "It's huge, mate," A big thick veiny dick was just on bright display on his screen, standing hard and curved up—offensively so. Knox's eyes tracked back to the screen and he stared at the round pink tip. He couldn't help trailing down the side with an anguish unknown. It was thick, more so than long but yet it seemed massive from the angle Victor took the picture.

“It’s going to lock us together. You’ll feel me for hours.” He let out a sharp gasp as my cock swelled inside him, knot thickening, stretching him open even more. His body tried to push me out—but I held him still, fucking him through it until the knot caught and I locked in place with a brutal final thrust. We both froze—him shuddering under me, me biting into his neck with a deep growl as I came again, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into him, more than before, hot and possessive. My knot pulsed with every spasm of release, sealing us together.

Thank you ALL for hanging in there while I finished “The Butterfly Knot.” What a hell ride it has been, let me tell you. I remember when I first started writing this novel. My life was so much different back in September of 2020. I was involved in a poly triad, and realized I didn’t fit into their equation. I’m one of the original partners, and ended my seven year relationship so my EXs could be together.

It locked them together, making it impossible for her to move or pull away. As the knot held them fast, he began to pulse inside her. It felt endless, thick jets of hot cum blasting straight against her cervix. She looked down and saw her lower belly visibly rounding with the sheer volume he was forcing into her. It was too much for her body to hold; the excess began to force its way out around the sides of the knot. Dirty, grayish streams ran down her backside, pooling on the desk in a messy, humiliating display.

The base of your axis is tying a knot. I whimper as I think about what that expanded girth would do to my poor little pussy. If his thick cock didn't split me in two, his knot certainly would. He pushes into me until my lips are pressed against that thick, hard knot. My brutal Alpha grunts, a mixture of pleasure and effort. A sudden throb runs the length of his shaft, and he explodes inside me, releasing his thick cream.

Instead of being sated, his co*k seemed to elongate inside me. “Xandrios,” I whispered in confusion. Was he knotting me? I had heard about knotting between fated mates. You couldn’t knot with anyone else but your fated mate. Was it true? “Relax, babe. I won’t hurt you.” He cupped both my cheeks in his hands and kissed me like I was the most precious one for him. It eased away all the doubts I had about knotting. He vibrated more and this time; it was on a different level altogether, hitting my G-spot continuously until fluid spilled from me, coating him more.

He knew the council hid and altered truths as they saw fit, but this was too far. A knot lock was something that happened when a singular alpha mated and knotted an untouched omega. A virgin’s body wasn’t elastic enough to take a knot without tearing. So, it would rip, and heal repeatedly until it formed a ring of tissue fitted perfectly to the flesh filling it. The process for this was called knot splitting. It was a rare occurrence in this day and age. Where most omegas were shared and lost their innocence to betas, immature alphas, or omegan aids (dildos, they’re stupid silicone cocks for crying out loud).

Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.

He pushes his fingers through his own hair, which is wet with sweat, and his chest is still beating very fast, like he is yet to catch his breath. “I know I am not supposed to do that. Damn it. I just could not hold back anymore. I lost all my self-control.” He added. I lie there, feeling tired and warm as I notice his cum run down my thigh. A strange mix of happiness and vulnerability fills me. Before I can say anything, he gets up quickly. Even though he still looks affected by what just happened, he moves with purpose. He walks into the bathroom and comes back a moment later holding a small packet of Postenol, an emergency contraceptive pill.

Take all of it. With one final hard thrust the knot popped inside. It swelled even bigger once it was past the tight ring locking them together completely. Leo screamed into the ground. The feeling was too much. Full beyond anything he had ever known. The knot pressed right against his prostate and rubbed it with every small move.