Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

Nicholas stated as he began to dry hump his ass hard. ‘That is next to impossible,’ Rory thought as he pressed his palm on his knee to keep him stable and not falling over.

This SICK BASTARD! Fidgeting with the knot at my hands, making sure that he did not notice as he was completely overtaken with molesting me, I tried to loosen it but clearly this man was not as stupid as I thought, the knot was too tight for my frail fingers to unknot. Panick shocks overwhelmed me. God! Please don’t let this man ra** me!

A few seconds later, he suddenly asked, "Is this the mark like the one in those Omegaverse novels you read? Biting on the other person's gland to mark the person?" Stella was very surprised by what he said. She gradually stopped biting him after hearing that. She then released her bite and stared at him. "You looked at my tablet?" Keegan glanced at her. "Can you turn off the cloud storage function when you read those nasty things? I don't want to see those that stuff when I use my computer to search for information." Keegan paused. "What does knotting mean?" Stella was speechless. Stella expressionlessly said, "It means entangled."

Dad grunted as he continued to fumble with the knot. He was leaning over me and I was staring at his broad chest and his stomach which, although not a six pack was flat and damn hard. Maybe it was because I probably still had some effects from all the alcohol going through me, but I recalled Krissy talking about him and thought he really was fine. That thought occurred again as I watched the muscles bulge in his arms as he pulled against the headboard to try to slip the knot over the post. "I...I pledged to one," I stuttered, "And they wanted to hang out with me and I...I was stupid."

Cum overflowed as the knot locked, her belly swelling visibly. He switched holes without mercy, pulling out and forcing his blood-smeared cock into her tight ass. The burning stretch made her scream “Daddy!” as he fucked her bowels raw, one hand choking her lightly, the other mauling her breasts until milk-like fluid beaded from her nipples due to the constant claiming.

he mumbles, sounding shy all of a sudden, "Anya, this is fully you now, right?" "Yes," I admit, placing a hand on the door to feel more balanced, since Jae is still carrying me. “Oh, okay. Uhm, this is my first ever knot by the way.” “Well, mine too,” I growl out, both annoyed and pleased to hear that… but mostly annoyed, "Great timing, Jae. Of course this is the best time to knot me." "I didn't fucking plan it! Sorry," he murmurs and takes a deep breath, "This was really the worst moment for this, wasn't it? I'm getting tired already and I don’t even know how long this will take."

"Oh, my God. This has to be the most entertaining moment ever." Felix's gaze was still fixated on the man. "So, are you planning on untying us or do we do it ourselves?" Mr West was warring with himself on a decision to make. It seemed like these people could actually untie the Knot Mr Kevin had ordered them to use on the men. When he remembered the dampener attached to the window up above, he heaved a breath of relief. "I can not divulge a single word. Besides, a gordian knot was used to tie you both. It'll be nearly impossible to untie yourself."

Perchance a low leveled clan member. I rotate my wrists back and forth, forcing the rope to loosen. Pushing myself down the floor, I slide my body closer to one of the legs of the chair. I rest the knot of the ropes on my hand on the edge of the chair's leg. For five minutes, I keep loosening and relieving the stress between the turns of the rope. Aha! Thank god for online videos about instructions to untie a knot. I thought they would have no use in my life.

Breathing hard. “You okay?” Jax nodded. Tears pricked his eyes—not pain. Relief. Overwhelming. Ronan started moving—slow rolls at first. Deep, steady. Jax wrapped legs around him, heels digging into his back. Met every thrust. The knot swelled more—catching at the rim on every pull-back. Teasing. Promising. Jax clawed at Ronan’s shoulders. “Knot me.” “Not yet,” Ronan growled. “Want you to come first.”

"That's—that's not normal. That's not—people don't do this for five hours. Knots don't last this long. This is—" It's fine," I said quickly, trying to soothe the anxiety I could hear building. "It's normal. For us, at least." "How is this normal?" he demanded, his voice rising slightly. "I've never heard of anyone knotting for five hours. Most knots deflate after twenty minutes at most. This is—there's something wrong—" "There's nothing wrong," I insisted, my hand still making soothing circles on his stomach.