Wound Tight Novels & Stories

I asked trying to kill the awkard moment. "It's a little be tight than the one you actually stitched." he muttered back. He noticed me staring at the stitch a for some minutes. "Do you want to massage it? " the question took me off guard, I looked back at him as he slides one arm of the Shir down revealing the stitch it was better than the one i did but looked tight, I didn't hesitate heading towards him and started the massage, my head pressed against his torso as he put his hands behind him and resting his head on my shoulder, he let out a groan but started to breathe easily. I slowly pulled away from him with my hand still over his wound and our eyes met, he slowly took me by my face cupp

The sharp pains only intensified as I felt the wound widen, ripping apart the flesh that encased the arrow. I gritted my teeth weakly as I fought back the urge to scream. My back arched, trying to fight off the waves of pain that now angrilly rushed through every inch of my being. I felt like I was being torched alive. Sweat dripped down my body like a rainstorm. Then there was pressure applied to the wound and the pain had slightly subsided. I could feel fingers entertwined with mine and I gripped them as best as I could. The support from this hand was enough to ease some of the discomfort I was feeling.

The wound seemed deeper than expected. I moved closer to him and peeled off his shirt. He winced slightly but let me remove the shirt. My mouth hung open and tears rolled down my cheeks as I took in the wound. “You are such a ninny! You can’t even see such a small wound.” He said with indignation but the next moment he slumped to the floor. I could see his jaws tighten but he didn’t scream. His breathing was becoming labored with every passing moment. I waited for the wound to heal magically like Zarina had mentioned but nothing of the sort happened.

His knot bumped my lips with each push. "Take it," he panted. "Show them who owns this mouth." Thorne and Cassian sped up. Thrusts grew deeper. Harder. Their knots swelled bigger. They caught on my rim. They pushed. The double knot forced past in one brutal surge. I screamed. My body convulsed. The stretch tore through me. Burning. Perfect. My hole stretched impossibly wide around both bases. Slick flooded out. My belly tightened visibly as the knots locked. They sealed everything inside.

The wound closed wrong and is infected in a way that resists the physician's treatments, and his thread reflects it — the knot I saw from the doorway is tight and hot and angry. I sit beside him, and I find the knot, and I work at it differently than I worked at the fraying. A knot is not a fraying. A knot is something that was tied too tight in the wrong direction and needs to be loosened before it can be released. I find where it starts, and I follow it back to the moment the wound closed wrong, and I look at what the thread was doing then, and I ask it, in the way of the domain, to try again. The guard hisses. Actual pain this time, brief and real, as the knot releases. He grabs the bed f

“To show how strong I am.” “Strong?” “Yes. A figure-of-eight knot—the hardest to undo.” Slowly, he bent his head over, down to my ear. “There’s no knot too hard for me. Just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up.” I interrupted him immediately. “How can you be sure everyone likes you?” “Small details,” he replied. “Such as?” I asked. “You haven’t asked me to let go of you.” I scoffed, pushing him hard. “Obviously, I want you to go!”

He said to Knox who grinned before shooting me a wink that had me melting. “I told you she’d have a very tight pussy, didn’t I?” Archer groaned as he began to fuck me hard, his large grit stretching me out even more and making my head deliciously spin. “You definitely did. It’s so tight and hot in here. And I thought he throat was tight, but damn… this takes the cake.” He breathed out and those words made heat overfill every inch of my body as I trembled hard.

His jaws snapped at the air near Winter's head in an involuntary spasm of pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Winter chanted, working as quickly as she could. The salve sizzled slightly where it touched infection, bubbling and hissing. Vex thrashed once, nearly knocking Winter aside, but she held her position and kept applying the medicine until the whole wound was covered. Then she grabbed the second vial. Wound sealant. The magic superglue that supposedly burned like hell. This was going to be bad. "Okay," Winter said, mostly to herself. "One more. Then it's done. Then you can rest."

“Breathe.” He pushed in slowly — just the thick head breaching my tight entrance. The stretch was intense, a burning pressure that made me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders. Alex paused, letting me adjust, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. “So fucking tight,” he groaned. “Like you were made for me.”

Three tiny gold clips held the seams together, and her grip caused one of them to dig into Jasmine’s arm. “You’ll be fine.” Jasmine pried her fingers loose one by one and smoothed the spot the clip had bruised. Her ribs felt oddly constricted, even though the wide black sash around her waist wasn’t tight. She adjusted the tasseled golden cord that was wound on top of the sash and forced herself to stop fidgeting. She looked fine. Wiley looked fine. They could do this.