Asta Physique Novels & Stories

Rhys had abs too, product of his dedicated gym routine. But it wasn’t the same. I didn’t have a bodybuilder’s vocabulary to name the difference. I just knew Ashton’s muscles weren’t limited to his midsection. His chest was just as firm, and judging by how his thigh felt under mine, the rest of him matched. On the other hand, Rhys’s abs were probably the only solid parts on him. His hands were smooth and soft. His skin, pampered. I glanced at Ashton again. Still out. Emboldened, I pressed my palm flat against his stomach. Felt the rise and fall of his breath. The tension held, even in sleep.

The fabric stretches across his chest as he moves, highlighting a physique that’s far from frail. He’s lean and wiry, built with a deceptive strength. It's the kind of body that belongs to someone who doesn't lift weights, but built muscle from constant movement. He shifts his weight, throwing his legs over the back of the sofa so his head hangs upside down toward the floor. The movement's absurd, but he executes it with an infuriatingly natural elegance. Focusing back on the screen is impossible. The monitor's blue light burns my retinas, but my peripheral vision stays stubbornly locked on the blonde hair spilling toward the concrete floor.

And the view inside was even more breathtaking. Alessandro was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. He was in the middle of a set of pull-ups, his back to me, and the sight made the air leave my lungs in a silent rush. His back was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle, every sinew and plane defined and powerful. The faint, silvery scars that mapped his skin seemed to make him more beautiful, not less. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned skin, catching the morning light. As he moved, his muscles contracted and released in a display of raw, controlled power that was utterly mesmerizing.

"Now, I can admire you properly." Astra heaved before she took in her mate. He was shirtless, his pectorals and arms bulging from too much training as dark purple vein marks were scattered just below his eight-packed abs. The veins disappeared into the front of his pants which were stained with her wetness and she knew where those veins ended. The lines of thick blood were purple-red all over his cock but took the color of his skin when the veins got to his thighs.

Asahi whispered and hurried into the toilet. The moment Asahi was out of sight, Ben also went into his room. Standing in front of the mirror, he checked himself out. He really did look pretty like a girl. Lydia had become his workout trainer and she had him doing routines focused on widening his shoulders and making his torso slim. In addition to bicycle riding twice a day, he also squats and does sit- ups twice a day too. During the morning exercise and just before going to bed at night. His stomach was becoming harder and even though he was building his arms' muscles, Lydia was not letting him over do it. That way, they are hard but at the same time lean. Like a girl's arm.

The curves of her body, now fully exposed before him, ignited a fierce thirst within him, a longing to explore every inch of her with unrestrained passion. "You are so beautiful," Phoenix whispers, discarding his clothing. Before her stood Phoenix's chiseled, muscular physique, akin to a living sculpture. The way the light danced upon his brown skin accentuated the definition of each ripple and bulge, amplifying the magnetic appeal of his figure. His large, muscular arms exuded power, the sinewy muscles flexing with every movement. Veins traced intriguing patterns beneath the surface. His broad shoulders hinted at a protective strength, while his chiseled chest and defined six-pack abs spoke

Was she his mate? "No, no, no, no, "he started, "let me try again" he sighed, trying to calm me down "witches, like werewolves, only mate once, you have a connection with him, you always have, sometimes, on rare occasions, the gods show mercy to two supernatural beings mating them together, I guess, because you're so powerful, the gods decided to mate you with someone as nice as Damon, someone trustworthy, someone loving, caring, someone that will stand by your side, someone that will support you, without expecting power, someone that will love you, just you, forever, Anastasia, Damon is the kind of man that doesn't love easily, but when he does love, its forever, he picks his friends carefu

Brief, raw, physical pleasure was the absolute ceiling of what she could get from it, even on a good day. She opened the small refrigerator, grabbing a chilled bottle of water for each of them before navigating her way back over the plush carpet to the couch. As she approached, Christian executed a deliberate, slow sit-up to bring himself into a seated position. It was an obvious move, allowing him one more blatant opportunity to flex and show off his ripped abdominal muscles. He possessed a great body, she would grant him that much. The man clearly spent hours a day under heavy iron, meticulously honing his physique. Whoever it was that had once compared bodybuilding to a form of vanity-dri

No place else either of them would rather be. "Take, take off your shirt," she panted, "I need to see that amazing body of yours!" Eager to comply, enjoying this take-control side of her, Asher slipped his arms to the bottom of his shirt, detaching himself from her chest. As swiftly as he could he pulled it from his torso and tossed it across the room, spreading his arms and flexing slightly for his girlfriend's pleasure; if there was one thing Asher was confident about it was his body. Hours at the gym every week for years combined with the physically-demanding nature of his job gave him a powerful physique, his biceps bigger than his own face, his pecs protruding and firm, his stomach roun

He let out a deep breath, like he was releasing a weight from his chest, and whispered, “New day. Let’s do this. I need to get ready and go to work. I've got a lot on my plate. I need to brief Athena about the situation on ground and have her investigate that bastard that dared stop me from having a word with Monalisa” He swung his long legs off the bed, slid them into his flip-flops, and stood. As he stretched his arms and back, his strong body moved with effortless grace. His muscles tightened under his skin. Every inch of him looked built, toned, and powerful. His abs were rock-hard, sharper and more defined than they had ever been. His six-pack looked like carved bricks stacked neatly ac