Arthur Fist Gif Novels & Stories

Rah spoke as he took some grease from the chimney and put it on Arthur’s face and hair. “What are you doing?” Arthur shoved him aside. “Holy hell!” he spoke as he scrubbed his face. “Even better now,” Rah spoke as he suppressed a grin. Arthur mock punched Rah as he checked his reflection in a frying pan. “Damn it, I look like a burglar.” “Just pray they don’t catch you on that account,” Rah laughed this time. “Shall we?” Arthur spoke as he twisted his face. “One second,” Rah pointed and he scooped up his and Arthur’s things in a bag and put it on his back. “You don’t want to meet Mila like this now, would you?”

I saw the flicker of agreement in his eyes. After a few quick punches and kicks, I spotted the opening I’d been waiting for and launched into a full combo. I didn’t hold back—hit after hit, then finished with a kick that sent him flying out of bounds. He looked completely dazed. “Dad, how embarrassing!” Arthur said, tossing a bucket of cold water on his face to snap him out of it. “Ah, shit! I think I cracked a rib,” John groaned, trying to sit up.

She runs over and hugs him tightly and starts kissing him on his cheek. Arthur playfully jokes with her. "Save some of them for me". Liam gets an evil look in his eyes. "It's OK. I can give you some". He starts chasing Arthur around the table while blowing air kisses, and Arthur dramatically dodges them. When one gets him, he acts like it is poison and drops to the ground while clutching his chest. My family.

Then back at my face. “You keep acting like a smartass,” he murmured, “but your body tells the truth real quick.” I tried pulling free again. Arthur shoved a thigh between my legs roughly, forcing a startled breath out of me. “Stop fighting,” he said. “Fuck you.” Arthur’s eyes darkened instantly. Without warning, he sank his large palm into the front of my briefs roughly through my work pants. I gasped hard against my will. His rough scared pants already wrapping on my semi hard cock.

Arthur rolled his eyes at her, “please give me my keys before I lose my temper.” “Hmm, I'll like to see that,” she purred, her hands reaching for his chest and drawing a circle on it. Arthur grabbed her hands and squeezed it, turning it sideways and she yelped. “Fucking leave me alone before I break your hands.”

aurthur gave deathglare she showed another object and signalled same Aurthur replied "it's used for hand ache I mean I get hand pain so keeping that and I will sleep pain will decrease" xion said "waw arm binders are used for handache god" xion is controlling his laugh where Aurthur is dieing to search for a lie to cover

I try to speak, but nothing comes out. “Thought you’d run away withhim, did you?” Arthur smiles cruelly. “Brave but stupid.” My heart stutters, skips, and beats hard like a drumroll leading to a heart attack. His bodyguards reach me, each taking hold of one of my arms. Arthur steps forward casually, menacingly, his face stony and threatening. He reaches out, smelling like cigar smoke, and places a hand on my shoulder. For a moment, he simply leaves it there, like an affectionate caress. Then, without warning, he snatches my hair and yanks my face right up to his.

She could easily hide behind him. “Do you remember Damien?” Ada said referring to the figure emerging from the forest. The guy only wore black pants and for some reason the image of Michelangelo’s David popped into Arthur’s head looking at his torso. White, hard and muscular. Arthur decided that he wanted to look like that too.

my fist clenched so hard I nearly punched the wall and maybe whoever has interrupted my sleep. I dragged myself out of bed with the thought of lashing out to whomever I see behind the door. With slight annoyance, without even peeping through the door eye-hole to check who it was, I pushed the door open. “Who...” I was speaking when my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I blinked and gulped down saliva. There stood Arthur dripping with water, fuvking shirtless with just some skimpy shorts on. His wet lush hair glittering under the light of the place and his abs! damn! Slightly hairy and smoking hot! I totally found myself gawking unashamedly at his unclad self.

"He is my son, the future king, and you are just a criminal, a mafia-involved freak who can't be compared to royals. You are a dirtbag who likes to suck dicks." 'Correction! Your son's dick." Arthur's face turned beet red with rage as he shouted at his men, "Beat him up! Show him who's boss!" The two men lunged at me, their fists flying. I dodged and weaved, using my training to take them down one by one. But there were too many of them, and soon I found myself surrounded, taking blows from all sides.