Knotting Novels & Stories

Chapter 30: A Knotted Intrigue The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... A cool breeze greeted a rather lust-addled Conway Rollins as he kneeled before the knotting tree the scent of vanilla wafting all about as he tried his best to struggle against the extending ramifications of his rut-induced desires. His cock was now hard and pulsing as it stretched past the confines of his boxershorts aching to be inside the warm slickness that beckoned it. His nostrils flared and he caught the all too familiar scent of what he had known to have been Porter Fulton as he rounded the corner almost as entranced as he'd been by the pol

He shook his head against her neck. “Why?” She snarled angrily. He kissed her over their wedding chain on her neck. “I love you, Sweets. I love you so much….” His fingers fastened down there. Sanvika twisted in pleasure. “Vivaan,” she gasped. He did not stop. He went faster, licking away the sweat on her collar bone. Sanvika shivered, she felt it, she was going to…

Then something I learned in wolf anatomy class three years ago pops into my subconscious and I can’t help the whimper that falls from my lips. “Male wolf shifters have a bulge at the base of their erections that get stuck in the female shifter. It’s called knotting. You could just not get that bulge anywhere near me, right? Then you could just pull out before you come. It shouldn’t be any different from if you were human. ”

The wound closed wrong and is infected in a way that resists the physician's treatments, and his thread reflects it — the knot I saw from the doorway is tight and hot and angry. I sit beside him, and I find the knot, and I work at it differently than I worked at the fraying. A knot is not a fraying. A knot is something that was tied too tight in the wrong direction and needs to be loosened before it can be released. I find where it starts, and I follow it back to the moment the wound closed wrong, and I look at what the thread was doing then, and I ask it, in the way of the domain, to try again. The guard hisses. Actual pain this time, brief and real, as the knot releases. He grabs the bed f

My heart feels like it might explode. “You knotted her,” Finn whispered, blinking slowly. “Couldn’t,” Azure grunted, sounding exhausted. “Help it.” Azure collapsed beside me, tugging me against his chest, with his swollen cock still locked inside me. “What is knotting?” I was far too tired to feel embarrassed about the fact that I didn’t even understand what had just happened to me. “It’s how werewolves ensure a pregnancy in their mate,” Finn muttered. I giggled sleepily, “I’m already pregnant though.”

The more he struggled, the tighter the knot became. Jack looked at Darryl with a cynical smile on his face. "Hahaha! Don't struggle. This is called the Soul Trap Knot. It isn’t something from The Nine Continent and there’s no way you can get rid of it, even if you are skilled!"

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.

"Please, what? What do you need?" Sharon whined, arching into him. "Your knot," she gasped, "Give me your knot, Alpha." He rewarded her, his thumb moving faster against her clit as he fucked her deep. Sharon shrieked, her body bucking and contorting as she came, her pussy clenching around him. He cursed and fucked himself as far into her as he could go, and Sharon felt the base of his cock start to swell. She trembled as his knot locked them together, and he filled her with his cum.

he asks. “A knot,” I whisper, my cheeks heating. The sparkle in his gaze tells me he already knew what I meant and wanted to tease me. “It’s only Carnage Alphas that have them. And only Carnage Omegas can accept them.” “Accept them?” I repeat. “When we fuck normal wolves or humans, our knots stay at the base,” he explains. “But when we take an Omega, the knot connects to her, creating a bliss unlike any other. Or that’s what I’ve heard and now observed, anyway. I’ve not yet experienced it for myself.”