Knotted Penis Novels & Stories

Arlo I lay curled on the oversized sectional. The penthouse felt more like a cage than a home. The air conditioner hummed uselessly against the fever burning under my skin. My second differentiation had ruined everything. It ripped away my Alpha status and left me an Omega at the mercy of these brutal heats. Sweat soaked through my thin t-shirt. Every shift of fabric felt like sandpaper. The cramps twisted deep in my gut, worse than usual tonight. I hated this. I hated feeling vulnerable. Most of all, I hated that the one person who could ease the pain was the same bastard I couldn’t stand.

And when it locks, when my knot swells and he clamps down around me, crying out as he shakes beneath me, I wrap my arms tight around his waist and hold him through it. “Good,” I murmur against his mouth, kissing him slowly now. “You did so fucking good, Princess.” And he clings to me like he believes it. I don’t know how many times I take him until his heat passes, but we both fall asleep with my knot still deep inside him.

he praises, “My dirty little sluty.” “Yours.” I echo, far gone with the pleasure he's giving me. My hands tremble on his back, clawing at him with every thrust he gives me. He thrusts, his pelvis grinding on my clit. “I'm going to Knot you, damsel.” He- What? My eyes widen at his words, he can't be serious, surely I didn't make him this horny. My heat affects him too but creating a Knot is a different kind of pleasure and-

Since it’s usually inside me. “Can I— ” He sits back in the nest. Pulls me into him, wedging me under his chin. “What?” “Can I touch it?” “My cock?” “No, your . . .” He laughs. “Out of all the things to ask permission for, touching my knot is not one you need to worry about.” “Is it sensitive?” “I’m not sure. The knot and I are still making each other’s acquaintance.” I peek up at him. “Does celibacy include . . .”

I stepped back frowning. "You're going to hurt me, every man has," I mumbled sourly and looked down at the ground. Zayn lifted my face and smiled down at me. "I meant my knot. It's a little larger than a golf ball and when I release it will bury itself deep into your channel to ensure our coupling is fruitful," he informed me. My eyes were wide as I glanced down at the bulge pressed against the inside of his boxers.

Zane’s dick thickens inside me, locking us in place as he pulses, filling the condom and breathing hard against my back. Holy fuck. I freeze… my heart pounding in my ears as I try to make sense of what’s happening. Did Zane Wynter seriously just knot me?! In what world is that normal? Knotting is something that happens between mates. When the wolves take over and the primal instinct to claim override all logic. It’s how pups are made. It is definitely not how Zane is suppose to fuck me. We don’t talk as the knot slowly starts to subside. And the silence is deafening when Zane pulls out, discarding the condom in a nearby bin.

Makes you wonder how many female employees had he forced to do the same. When she went quadruple he leaned forward as she walked towards him her massive backside dangling behind her. "Walk to me mama" Keene said leaning back with his arms spread. She got to his feet. Keene looked on as she got on her feet and sat on him, grinding her ass on his cork while dancing to the rhythm of the music. He responded by grabbing her breasts and undoing her bra in a record time of two seconds...guys how long does it take you? Perhaps am wrong. They both mourned in pleasure as the body heat between them got intense. Keene quickly unbuttoned his shirt while she worked on his pants and slid them to his knees.

I staggered back, heaving heavily, my cock was still hard and dripping. Kael was still locked in her ass, watching me with dark eyes. I couldn’t stay here. If I stayed one more second, I was going to do something I’d regret. I turned and barged out of the room, slamming the door right behind me. Author’s Note: Knotting is a popular trope in werewolf/shifter smut. When an Alpha is close to orgasm, the base of his cock swells into a large, bulbous “knot” that locks inside his partner, physically tying them together for several minutes.

I realized it was only at the base of his shaft and while he was already large, that particular area was even larger, seeming to expand around the full base. "W-what is this..?" I asked before I could stop myself. "It's called a knot," he groaned as I continued to explore his member. "It's a trait we share with wolves. Since I'm an alpha, I always have a knot in either form." "A k-knot?? What is it for?" I blushed, continuing to rub his cock. "If you don't stop rubbing me, pup, I'm about to spend right in your hand," he groaned, moving my hand from his member.

But this was more, the ritual demanded unity. As they thrust in sync, knots swelling, the air thickened with energy. Kade's knot popped first, locking in her pussy, hot cum jetting deep. Ronan followed, forcing his into her ass, the chain beginning as their knots pressed through her walls, linking. Darius pulled from her mouth, shifting to straddle her back, his knot seeking her pussy alongside Kade's. The stretch was divine agony, two knots in one hole, Ronan's in the other, their bodies forming a tangled knot of flesh. Lila screamed around the pleasure-pain, her body yielding as Darius's knot wedged in, completing the chain: Kade and Darius knotted pussy-to-pussy through her, Ronan's ass k