Knotted Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

By the time they were ready to knot me, I was a sobbing, cock-drunk mess. Draven went first. He flipped me onto my back, pushed my knees to my chest, and slammed back into my pussy. His knot swelled rapidly, stretching me even wider as it locked us together. The pressure pushed me into another screaming orgasm as he flooded my womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. Thorne took my ass next, knotting me deep while Draven was still locked inside my pussy. The double knotting made me nearly black out from pleasure. Riven was last — claiming my mouth and then my pussy, pumping me full while whispering filthy promises about breeding me.

WARNING: NOW BEGANS A NEW LOVE STORY OF FORBIDDEN ROMANCE ★ ~~KNOX~~ I sat on the edge of the bed while the brunette knelt in front of me, bobbing her head over my lap. Her saliva ran down my cock and my piercings, which lined both sides of my shaft, as she gagged each time it slipped into the back of her throat. Each time I was close to spilling into her mouth, she would stop. I had half a mind to hold her head in place and fuck her face until I found my release.

He had his knot out and was stroking it while watching her hungrily. This made me fuck her harder until she was a trembling mess over my knot. The toy kept fluttering inside her until she came hard, clenching around me before squirting hard. I came soon after, draining all the seed my knot had stored for her. My knot inflated with fresh seed while pulsing harder inside her, locking us together. Giselle lay wasted in my arms, trembling and wasted from the orgasm. Waylon groaned, reaching his release. He stood up and shot his seed all over her chest and stomach before collapsing back in his seat, his knot still hanging out of his pants.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

I wanted to know what that meant. Not because it seems important, but because… Well, it does seem important. Humans didn't knot while having sex. They didn't knot at all. Other animals that knot and get tied to their mates belong to the canine family—like dogs and coyotes.

I was shaking, clawing at the floor, panting like an animal. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say you want to be knotted. Say you want my come dripping out of you for days. And then I snapped, something broke inside me. “Please,” I cried. “Knot me. Knot me, Alpha. . . please, I need it. . . I need it!” His snarl that followed was savage. He slammed into me one final time, just hard enough to bruise. And his knot popped inside me with brutal force, locking us together.

“Stop getting fucking big! Do you want to tear my insides?!” “I… I don't know what's happening!” I confessed, leaning close to him. I couldn't tell how to stop this. I'd never knotted in someone before, though I'd heard about it. An alpha male, only knots in the one he would spend the rest of his life with, and I'd never found that person. Not only that, but the urge to knot only came during our rutting seasons, and I wasn't in any fucking rut. Which would mean… I peered down at Aithan who was still thrashing in pain under me, looking like he was a few seconds from sending me on a path to meet my ancestors.

It made me feel helpless. I liked it. Yes, I decided. I was comfortable. I still had a hard time telling him, but I managed it. He circled my ankles with rope and tied them to the bedposts. He tied one knot…two knots…three. The ropes felt snug, but not tight; each time he closed a new one, I felt my tempera- ture rising. By the time he finished with my ankles, I was incredibly turned on. It didn’t hurt that after every knot, Peter would take a moment to caress my freshly shaved sex. I had never

The manor’s chamber glowed with the soft flicker of renewed candles, the velvet curtains swaying slightly in the draft, the air heavy with the musk of our earlier passion. My body lay sprawled on the mat, cum and sweat coating my skin, pussy and ass aching with a delicious soreness, my mind reeling from the Coven’s initiation. The women surrounded me, their robes and lingerie disheveled, eyes glinting with a renewed hunger, ready to deepen the bond forged in the night’s shadows. The thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awakened.