Asta Physique Novels & Stories

Just padded mats covering the entire floor, restraints built into the walls at various heights, and equipment I don't recognize hanging from hooks. Priapus is in the center doing something that looks like a combination of stretching and meditation. He's completely naked, all bronze skin and brutal muscle and scars, and his cock is already half-hard. When he sees me, those silver eyes travel slowly down my body. "Good," he says. "You followed instructions. Come here." I walk to him and he circles me the same way Aphros and Luxuria did, but his assessment feels different. More clinical. Like he's evaluating how much damage I can take.

Deep heavy panting woke me up from my comforting sleep. I struggled to open my eyes but when I finally did, I saw Asher taking out push-ups on the floor. Dazed, I continued staring at him. I can wake up to this every morning! His biceps relaxed and contracted as he bent down. The muscles of his back bulged out and his leg muscle cuts popped as applied pressure on them. I gulped. He stood up and released a heavy breath. Picking up a bottle from his desk he poured water from it inside his mouth without touching his lips. His neck stretched up and his Adams Apple bobbed up and down as he gulped the water. As if I wasn’t already so mesmerized, his ideal jawline made me even more so.

I knew this because I touched and felt his chest His eight abs, how on earth did he have an eight-pack? He was hot, his hairy legs so strong and see. I didn't understand why I was admiring my enemy. Christian was a specimen, straight out of a painting. The way his hair seemed wet and falling over his face. The groans that escaped his slightly parted lips whenever he did a hard pose had me squeezing my thighs tightly. The way his back muscles were flexing each time he did a push-up had me gasping for air

I couldn't take my eyes off of him from that point on. Logan's physical presence was nothing short of awe-inspiring. His body was picture of power and strength, each defined muscle contributing to a breathtaking overall composition. His shoulders and chest were impressively chiseled, creating a sturdy and commanding upper body. The sculpted arms, sinewy and well-toned, further enhanced his physique. His abs took center stage, forming a remarkable eight-pack that testified to his unwavering commitment to fitness.

I’m swaying from angry-pissed off to wanting to tear her clothes off and letting her know what my tongue would feel like against her clit. “Hey, Cody. You’ve decided to join us.” Atlas thinks he’s so funny. I’m only ten minutes late. Besides they’re not even changed into their kit yet. Too much bicep showing going on and whose got the best abs. We’re such jerks right? I know but it’s fun and in any case, I already know my abs beat the total shit out of theirs. I work like a demon in the gym, in the pool, I do Pilates and Hot Yoga. I’m obsessed with being the best and staying at the top. Ain’t no fucker going to knock me off.

Faye asked, unable to suppress her anxiety for Ashton. George narrowed his eyes and replied, "It'll be difficult! Cassian was raised in an ancient martial arts family with the most rigorous training from a young age. He has no flaws in his physique, agility, power, or techniques. "His innate trait is also immense—it's rumored he possesses the rare Overlord Physique, which is destined for greatness. He's also at a higher stage of cultivation than Ashton!" "Does that mean Ashton has no chance at all?" Faye asked, her complexion growing more pallid.

His voice felt like liquid chocolate covering her. Arianna was awestruck as Alexander looked million times more handsome in person with strong and muscular physiques that was categorised by a strong V-shaped torso, sculpted shoulders, prominent square pecs that were peeking out of his white shirt, rock hard arms, a taut waist and lean fit looking legs. "Alpha Alexander, fancy seeing you here," Arianna spoke, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she held her hands behind her back, she was nervous.

Again. Aithusa adjusted the delicate straps of her silky chemise. She had high, firm, petite breasts topped by small pink nipples that turned rose red when hard and erect, like they were now as they rubbed against her nightie's lace bodice. Her heartbeat was still rapid, the muscles of her flat, slender belly were still trembling. The young woman's long lean thighs were damp and quivering. Yet she felt as restless and wide awake as she did before masturbating.

I found myself giving a slow, involuntary nod of agreement. The man was a towering wall of muscle, easily hitting 1.9 meters. He was the literal definition of a prime Alpha. Every limb was perfectly proportioned, encased in a rugged black tactical jacket and dark trousers that did nothing to hide the power in his frame—broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and legs that seemed to go on forever.

He scared her, even more so than Dylan did. " You can open your eyes now," Ashton said. Kira hesitantly lowered her to see that Ashton had only thrown on some pants, he was still shirtless. it took her a couple of minutes before she was able to divert her eyes from his well-sculpted upper body. did all Alphas look like this? Ashton indeed had more muscles than any of the other alphas she had met, but it wasn't by much, or maybe it was just because she hadn't seen any other alpha shirtless before, maybe they all looked like this