Knotting Novels & Stories

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

"What does that do?" "The knot is there to lock us together at the moment of release," he explains, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. "It's how we ensure our seed takes, how we claim you completely. When an alpha knots his mate, it's... it's everything. Connection. Possession. Love. All of it at once." He feeds me a piece of melon, and I chew slowly, processing his words. "The first time you're knotted and marked together," he continues, "that's when the telepathic bond activates. It's intense. Overwhelming. Beautiful."

I felt the knot start to swell. It caught on my entrance on the next thrust, stretching me wider. I whimpered. He growled and shoved forward anyway, forcing the growing bulge inside me with a wet, obscene pop. The pressure was enormous, my body tried to reject it and take it at the same time. Knox’s hips stuttered. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding, as the knot inflated fully. Locked. I couldn’t move or think. He was so deep I felt him in my throat. The knot pulsed against my inner walls and every tiny shift sent lightning up my spine.

Winter's eyebrows shot to the sky. "Knot?" She asked. "My knot is a tissue that swells during intercourse and is filled with a fluid that is ensured it stays swelled. When we both reach our climax, my knot is shoved up inside of you locking us together while I fill you with my seed. And we stay that way for a while until my knot softens and I can remove it from you without causing you pain." I answered her the best I could, and Winter placed a hand over her mouth. "Does it hurt?" She asked.

She was wearing a silk robe and holding a tablet, looking like she had been awake for hours plotting her next social move. "You need to wear the blue tie," Helene said without looking up from her screen. "I'm not wearing a tie." She finally looked at me and sighed. "Dante, please. It is your first day at Cross Industries. You need to look like you belong there." "I don't belong there. Harlan forced me into this job so he could keep an eye on me." "Harlan gave you an opportunity," she corrected sharply. "Do not throw it away just because you want to be stubborn. You have a seat at the table now. All you have to do is play nice."

I just know I have to keep going. “Fuck,” he says, suddenly, pulling out. “What?” I ask, stumbling away from the tree in a daze. “I’m knotting,” he says. “It only happens with a True Mate.” I look down at the swelling that bulges at the base of his cock, the one I started to feel right before he stopped. “What does that mean?” I ask. “You’ll see,” he says, pulling me back to him, a determined look in his eye. He seizes the back of my thighs, lifts me up, and impales me with his erection. I can feel a strain when I reach the knotted part at the base, and he

"Yes full." He started with slow thrusts. Long deep pulls out then back in. Each thrust pressed the knot harder against my opening. "Yes." He kept the pace steady and slow. The knot swelled bigger stretching me more. "Oh god." He leaned down closer. His chest touched mine. He kissed my neck. "Going to knot you now." "Yes please." He thrust deeper and ground at the end. The knot pushed past my entrance slowly, and it popped full, locking us together. "Fuck."

“No. Well not really. When he finishes, typically the male would pull out, but knotting is when he stays inside and his wolf comes forward.” “And...” the suspense is killing me. “His cock swells at the base, like a wolfs, or dogs. That is what a knot is. It locks the two together, keeping his cum inside, keeping them connected, building the bond between the human sides and the wolf sides. It can be intense, especially with an Alpha. Back in our grandparents’ days it was considered a fact of life, something to be endured by females, as were many things. But believe it or not, males are much more enlightened now.” He winks and chuckles, trying to lift the mood,

"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.”