Psyche Knot の小説・ストーリー

Traced the intricate knot pattern with a gaze that felt like a physical touch. "Interesting piece," he said. His voice was neutral. Conversational. Like we were discussing the weather. But his fingers hadn't moved. "Thank you." "I've seen that pattern before." He looked up. Met my eyes. Held them. "Celtic knot. It represents... binding. The intertwining of souls. The chains we choose to wear." I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything except stare into those dark eyes and feel his fingers burning against my pulse point. He could feel it—my racing heart, my hammering pulse. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He roars as he cums and I cum on last time, held up by his strength alone as I nearly pass out from pleasure and my body continues to spasm. He holds me and whispers, “Brother, when you awaken, I will not need to hold back. This is just the beginning. Soon, you will be able to return the favor and soon we will be able to knot one another.” My eyes go to his cock that has now returned to normal. But I remember the bulbous section that is almost like a knot. That is without it being activated, once a lycan’s knot is activated, it...wow! I was made to handle him, so I won’t fear it, but I certainly know it is going to stretch me to the maximum.

My hips bucked wildy. "Bleed for me," he growled against my skin, lapping up the tiny droplet of blood. "Taste like me." He was overstimulating me. He was driving me insane. The potion made every nerve ending scream for release. "Please," I begged. "Alpha, please. I need the knot." "Beg for it," he snarled. "Beg the monster to knot you." "Knot me!" I screamed. "Please knot me!"

But then I thought of the night when Conner said some Latin words and got the truck back on the road after it veered off because of the snow and wondered if I could use that spell to untie the knots. My mind was still a haze from the drugs as I thought hard about the words and finally they came to me. Whispering the words I focused on the knot and it slowly began to budge but it wasn’t enough. I pulled more power from within me speaking a little louder as I focused harder on the knot and it began to slide a little more but stopped when I heard a car door and then another come from outside. Someone was here and I wondered if I was too late and the witch doctor was here already. I could hear v

I turn my attention to the wrong‑wired knot under my sternum. It resists being looked at. Like a muscle twitching away from fingers. “Pain,” I say. “Pull. Noise.” “More specific,” she says. “It feels like…” I grope for the words. “Like something that used to be a straight line has been tied in a knot and then burned. For example, if I pull too hard, it’ll tear. If I ignore it, it’ll fester.” “Better,” she says. “Now—breathe into it once. Don’t grip it. Don’t shove it away. Just… let it exist without answering it.”

“Three weeks ago. I never intended to knot you. What. Did. You. Do?” Soren panicked completely, his face turning purple as he choked out a plea. “It… it was Moon-Daze herb… I put it in the incense. It can induce an Alpha’s susceptibility period and temporarily block the deep senses from a knot… I used magic to blur your memory of that night afterward… Zarya, I just love you so much, I couldn’t lose you…” BOOM. The last defense in my mind crumbled. Hallucinogenic herbs. Memory magic.