All Might Fist Up Novels & Stories

“Now make a fist.” I curl my fingers around my thumb, tucking everything up against my palm. Taking my hand, he unfurls my fingers. “You want your thumb on the outside, covering your first two fingers. And you want to keep your fist level with your wrist, braced so it doesn’t go up or down. Less likely to break your bones that way.” He holds up his palms. “Now punch a hand.” “I’ll hurt you.” “I’ll be fine.” Hearing the slap of my fist against his palm, I don’t much like it.

“But if you don’t get your shit together, I will!” In response, Allister hisses at me before shoving his claws into my stomach and turning so that my flesh rips. Hissing in pain, I jump off of him and clutch my injury until it begins to heal. With wide eyes, I take in my smooth flesh, and when I look up, I’m being tackled again.

In his anger he had forgotten the basics of wielding, so Abelard volunteered to teach him. Since the fool wanted to trade punches with their elements alone, Abelard obliged. *Bang* The earth fist and the air fist collided spectacularly, and produced a thunderous applause. They were locked in a stalemate for a short while, but in the end, the earth fist prevailed. It crashed the air fist and happily struck the huge-nosed man, creating a crunching noise that was like music to Abe’s ears. The attack incapacitated the wind wielder, who knew once the fist struck that he had at least broken several of his rib bones and his sternum.

"Don’t you ever get tired, huh?" I cracked with laughter, the sound cutting through the silence, leaving Felix speechless. My steps echoed as I moved toward the huge table, calm and deliberate. I stopped, lifting my gaze—it was cold and hard like ice. My expression shifted as all amusement drained away into something far more dangerous. My fist clenched tight, nails digging into my palm. My jaw locked and then— Bang. I slammed my fist against the table, the crack reverberating through the room. Everyone jolted, heads snapping up, a wave of shock and fear washing over them.

"Tight shíthole milks!" He pounds my pússy rough, yanks my hair back, my ass rips, pulls free gaping wink, slamming his penis forcefully into my pússy which movement causes displace fart bubbles. Cóck-fist swap endless: ass stretch cóck-bulge, pússy fist-pummel causing squirt fountain. Liquids roll down,his sweat drips on my waist, my cream running down my thighs like rivers, spit strands from earlier gag. "Switch again, bitch! Taste ass on díck?"

On this dirt of a cell! I lost it. Snapped. Completely. The whole world turning upside down until all I saw was zero. Red. And in that moment, I lunged at them. The very one over her with his dick! My fist coming down hard and ramming him straight into the wall! A loud crack echoing in the air.

Final slaughter begins. Filou climbs on first. He doesn’t ease in, he just slams balls-deep in one savage thrust and starts pile-driving like he wants to break the bed frame. Thirty seconds of pure violence. The headboard smacks the wall in rhythm: BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. My pussy makes wet, sloppy GLORSH-GLORSH sounds, cream flying everywhere. He pulls out suddenly and his black dick is coated in thick white ropes that swing like spiderwebs.

He wouldn’t be laughing much longer. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready.” “Wait,” I said, glancing down at our outfits. “Are we using claws, or are we just fighting like normal people?” “No claws. Just fists,” Alessio said. “Let’s make it fair.” “Fair? You don’t know the meaning of fair.” We started circling each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Our eyes locked. Every second stretched. Then I jumped first—but missed him by inches.

He was not caught off guard this time. *Bang!* As soon as the fist connected, it shattered into dust. To be precise, dirt. The Aide snorted thinking things were over. *Swish!* Slight shifting in the dirt. The dust flooded his lungs and his body overall in the blink of an eye. His apertures were quickly filled with dust causing several blockages to form.

She wiped a streak of white foam away from her eyes, blinked twice, and her gaze locked right with Justin’s dark eyes. Justin slowly looked her up and down. Allie froze mid-step, her hands glued to her towel. “Ahhhh!” All three of us screamed out at the exact same time. “What the hell!” Allie shrieked, jumping backward so fast she nearly tripped over her own laundry basket. “Why is there a man in our room? Why is Justin in our room?” “Keep your voice down!” I yelled, running over to block her view like that was going to change anything. “Chloe is out in the hall!”