Knotting Novels & Stories

The knot at the base of his cock swelled bigger with every thrust, catching on her entrance until finally, with a brutal push, it popped inside. Locked. Tied. The fullness was overwhelming. Ronan ground deep, the knot pressing relentlessly against her g-spot as he came with a deafening roar, flooding her with hot pulses that wouldn’t stop. Kira shattered again, vision whiting out, body shaking in his hold. They stayed tied for long minutes, his cock still twitching inside her. Ronan licked the bite mark gently, soothing it. His body slowly softened, not shifting completely, but the feral edge eased. When the knot finally went down enough, he pulled out carefully, a rush of his come spilling

Her whole body seized, clenching around the knot, and the clenching made him growl again, a sound that shook the bed, and his cum kept coming, pump after pump of hot liquid filling her while the knot held everything inside. They lay there. Locked. His body on hers, heavy, hot, fur against her skin. She could feel his heartbeat through the knot, through his cock, through his chest. Too fast. Too hard. Too many chambers. "How long?" she asked. "The knot. Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty." "Thirty minutes?" "It goes down." She laughed. A breathless, slightly hysterical laugh. "I'm stuck on your wolf cock for thirty minutes." "You said you didn't care."

His knuckles whitened around his glass. I stepped closer despite myself, drawn like a moth. “Duty. Right. That’s why your scent spikes every time I’m near you during my cycles. That’s why you growl at anyone who looks at me twice.” I reached out and poked his chest. “Admit it. You get off on controlling me.”

What more! Kitty cut the Gordian knot with her characteristic determination. After listening to their arguments, she rolled her eyes - idiots! - she pointed at Louis - "Papa Lou", at Tom - "Papa Tom", and gave a detailed explanation of her decision: - If an ordinary homo sapiens is able not to get confused in four grandparents, a bunch of uncles, aunts, nephews, sisters and brothers, then our Tapi will somehow figure it out with two dads. It happens that women get married a hundred times, and each new boyfriend is another dad. That's where the trauma to the child...

I deadpanned. “Yes, and I’m sure Miss Loveson would appreciate the... visual clarity a video demonstration provides.” “Knotting is done between bonded pairs, or those with ruts and heats. It’s to seed the man’s essence and increase the chances of pregnancy.” “That’s all true,” Rowan smirked. “But it’s more than just biology. It’s primal. Raw. Intense. I’m telling you—when you’re knotted, it’s like nothing else exists. You feel everything. The stretch, the pressure, the heat. It’s addictive.”

“Don’t stop. Knot me. Fill me. Make it go away.” Kael snarled and slammed forward. His knot forced its way inside me with a wet pop. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but it grounded me. I came hard, walls clamping down around him as he roared and flooded me with hot, thick pulses of cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard. His forehead pressed against mine. “I won’t let it take you,” he whispered fiercely. “I don’t care how many times I have to knot you. I will keep you full of me every single hour if that’s what it takes.”

GISELLE Even though Waylon had made me cum a few moments ago, my walls clenched continuously, reminding me of the emptiness. It intensified my need, and yet the cruel man was denying me what I needed the most- his knot. I needed it desperately to clench around. I had never had a knot in my life before. Very few wolves had knots. Mostly, the Alphas got a knot as soon as they met their mates. None of my previous lovers had knots.

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."

My knot starts swelling and the moment Noah feels it he pushes back into it, working himself over it before it locks in with a stretch that has both of us shouting. He comes from the pressure it creates inside him, his whole body seizing around me, too good and tight and warm for me to resist coming with him. I empty into him in pulses that go on and on while the strap creaks and the pine rail finally, quietly, splits. We snort out a quiet laugh, too satisfied and languorous to say anything about it now. I get the cuffs off him, still inside him, still joined. His wrists are slightly chafed where the leather bit when he strained closer to me. I press a gentle kiss to each of them.

Julie asks and Gwen claps her hands. "Ooh. Let me do it." she says excitedly. "Go ahead." Julie says. "So, boys, a knot is when a man wants to get his mate pregnant, hence Pearl's breeding comment. When he finishes, his cock swells until he's basically stuck in his mate so none of that baby making juice falls out." The more she speaks the more I feel the blood rush to my face. I'm sure I'm bright red and slightly horrified by her explanation. I look over at Jack, and he's stopped chewing, looking at Gwen as if trying to ascertain if she's being serious.