Psyche Knot Novels & Stories

It was so much different from this horror but I became a victim. He looked at me sobbing helplessly and stripped before him and he smirked wickedly. “Spread your legs and pleasure yourself." "I… I can't." My voice cracked. I had cried so much that my voice was sagged. In an instant, he raised my head with the tip of his gun. Its coldness frightened me. "I'm easily irritated, Pretty face. SO PLEASURE YOURSELF NOW." --- Part One: Knots & Tie. ‘I am a Victim.’

Alsie POV- “You heard me. The slick your body produces lets us grow and knot up inside you without causing damage. Knotting you is the wolf way of making sure our seed stays inside you. We knot up, release into you, then the knot fills the space to keep our seed from running out. If you, or I try to disengage before my knot has subsided it could cause internal bleeding.” “They don’t teach us all that in sex-ed. Why does it feel so good yet hurt.”

I whispered. "I don't know. I've never— this has never happened before." "Never?" "The knot only happens with a true mate. With a completed bond." He pressed his forehead against mine and his breathing was ragged. "You're the only person I've ever knotted." I pulled his face down and kissed him slow and deep while his body was locked inside mine and the knot was pulsing gently with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. Every pulse sent a wave of pressure through me that was right on the edge between pleasure and too much. My body clenched around the knot involuntarily and he groaned and his hips twitched and the movement sent a spike of sensation through both of us that made my back arch.

“You’re sucking me in—don’t wanna let me go.” He started pounding harder. The slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe and then he was demanding words from me.. “TELL ME YOU WANT MY KNOT” He said desperate like he needed to hear me say… “I want it. OH GOD YES DAXOS. I want your fucking knot, please—” And just he thought of his knot swelling in me was enough to tip me over the edge again. He roared as his cock swelled inside me, stretching, locking in place as I felt his seed pumping into me and then he bit my shoulder Claiming me in the only way he hadn’t yet sending waves of pleasure through our bond link.

“And yet, here we are. My foolishness has caused me to bring you aid.” I say nothing to that. After all, she is not wrong. Don't misunderstand, I am a firm believer in the goddess, I just… the thought of following blindly, especially in my seat of authority doesn't sit well with me. It's a very risky thing to do. “Can you just tell me what is wrong and how I can fix it?” I ask, already tired of the conversation. “From my observation, this is caused by an aconite knot or thread,” she starts. “It is when a dark witch, like her, inserts a trace of her blood onto her… subject.”

The hearth-space warmed in the center of his chest, a shared room inside the bond where truths could sit without turning into weapons. Ronan’s muscles burned. His lungs ached. The pressure around him tightened to an almost unbearable degree. And then—just ahead—he saw it. Not a light. Not an exit. A knot. A dense, dark concentration inside the illusion, like a parasite’s body hidden beneath the skin of the abyss. The entity’s tether point. It was trying to make him dive deeper to “find himself,” but the real purpose was to drag him toward this knot and wrap him in it.

A perfect storm of possession and need. This usually happens during the mating bond, and only if their connection is so strong. That's why elders would say that if a knotting occurred, the couples are blessed by the goddess of the moon. It was supposed to be beautiful. But Mason hadn’t expected it tonight. Not with Aria. Not so soon. he hadn't even experienced it with Nina's mother. And judging by the panic in her eyes and the tension in her body, neither had she. “Aria… just breathe. Please, don’t move. I know it hurts, but I swear it’ll pass,” he whispered against her hair, voice rough with concern.

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.”

“A knot! A tangled, sickening knot of energy! That’s its nexus! That’s the source!” The weakness. Exposed. Kael didn’t hesitate. He didn’t second-guess his daughter’s vision. “FOCUS FIRE! THE NEXUS! LEFT AND LOW!” The command cut through the psychic fog. Arrows were nocked and flew. Bolts of concentrated Moonbane energy, hurled by our mages, streaked through the air. Magically enhanced blades were readied for a charge. All aimed at the spot Erica had revealed. The Dream Eater writhed. The constant, hungry hum turned into a screech of genuine pain and surprise. The black mass churned violently, trying to obscure the nexus, but the silver light of Erica’s Sight seemed to pin it in place, a spo

His hair is long but it's tied in a ponytail while his clothes I don't know what is called about that but I really saw this kind of clothes in series or movies. He's a psycho or is he just wants to fool me so I can ask my dad to get him to be an artist to our company? I don't know anymore... I looked at the sky, it turned out that the sun had set because this was the most beautiful time of the day I wanted to calm myself down. "Stupid woman are you listening?!" I gave a bad look to the person who rudely called me. "Can you stop pestering me! I already apologized didn't I?!" I shouted back at him. I was being followed for a while and it was horrible.