Taking The Knot Novels & Stories

It got more distinct and less muzzled as they neared towards the park's center. Jesse led K to the vast, rectangular grass grounds, which were surrounded by steel barricades. "Let's crash a concert." He wheedled, jumping over the barricades. He held up both of his arms to K and helped her cross to the grassy side. Jesse held onto her small waist as he pulled K up, his hands slid to her ribcage and accidentally touched her boob. She wasn't wearing a bra. Holy fuck.

Gina and I plan to buy something like this for each other. A knot ring is a promise ring. "If you don't want that too. Don't give it back to me. Just throw it, if that's what you want. But don't tell me about it. It's better not to know if you've kept it or throw it. Just... Just do whatever you want."

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.” I shatter, pussy clamping down, milking him. He groans, then slams deep. I feel it—the base of his cock swelling, the knot forming, locking us together. He roars, hips jerking as he comes, flooding me with heat. Pulse after pulse, until I’m overflowing, his cum leaking around the knot, down my ass. The knot finally slips free with a wet sound, his cum gushing out of me in a hot rush. I’m still trembling, thighs shaking, when Richard flips me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing.

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.”

I warn him. I pull the lines tight, crossing them over his spine. "Jute bites. It sheds tiny fibers. If you fight the restraint, it will give you severe friction burns. If you stay perfectly still, it will only feel heavy. The more you struggle, the more uncomfortable it will be." I bring the ropes up, wrapping them meticulously around his upper arms, pinning them to his ribs. I form the central knot of the Takate Kani, locking the tension against his spine. The rope digs in.

I took the paper, my eyes scanning it quickly. A mortgage contract. The property: Greenfield Building 8, Unit 2. The loan: 150,000 dollars. My name was on the signature line. However, that scribble? It was not mine. "I didn't sign this." "Whether you did or didn't, the notary has the record." He snatched the paper back. "Ms. Jones, you've got three days to get the cash. Otherwise..." His smirk sent a shiver through me. "You know what comes next."

"Yea...I know. Its ok...I'm ready." For the next 5 minutes he hammered into her circling his hips to stretch her a bit more so when he swelled she'd be capable of withstanding the large knot that would form near the head of his cock, locking them together indefinitely. He wanted her to orgasm right when he knotted, that way it would be more pleasurable for her. This would be the first time he'd ever been able to knot inside a female. Any other woman he'd been with he had always worn a condom and pulled out before he knotted. This was something special between mates only, something he and his brother had saved jist for their destined one.

The rope would be tied up on the fifth floor, so they couldn't use it again. Paul seemed to have already considered that. "We can use it. Winter knows how to tie a special knot." Calvin said, "What special knot?" "It's a self-releasing knot where you can pull one end to automatically untie it. Winter learned it on a course when she was in the recreational club." She could pull the knot loose once they reached the third floor, allowing them to reuse the rope. "There's just one last problem. How do we get the rope up to the fifth floor?" Calvin asked again.

“I don’t want to push you. Not even a little.” I nodded. Still, he didn’t move. His jaw tightened. “The moment you feel uncomfortable, you say it. Out loud. You swear to me.” “I swear.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, soft and grounding, like he was anchoring both of us. Then he lifted my wrist again. The fabric wrapped around my skin, gentle and warm. He tied it slowly, carefully, speaking the whole time. “These are quick-release knots. One pull and you’re free. It won’t take more than a second. You understand?”

The idea was fun at first but it wasn’t anymore. "Ease up." Knox's voice came from behind me. "You're gripping too hard." I loosened my fingers, but they were still shaking. It had been shaking since we left the cabin. Since I woke up this morning with his… Stop. Don't think about it. "Loop it first," Knox said. "Then the anchor. I twisted the wire, trying to remember the steps. "You're not listening." "I am." "Then why are you making a bracelet instead of a snare?"