Coiled Fist Novels & Stories

He walked over, carefully picking up the lambskin scroll. He unrolled the scroll, and within it were intricate patterns, almost as if they possessed some kind of mystical power. In Gideon's mind, the images began to materialize, forming vivid scenes. "Flaming Scarlet Fist! "Verdant Emperor's Fist of Nature! "Obsidian Emperor's Water Fist! "Aureate Emperor's Metal Fist! "Amber Emperor's Earth Fist!" The complete Five Emperors Warlord Fist, perfectly aligned with the Five Elements, would combine into an even more terrifying ultimate move—the Five Elements Five Emperors Warlord Fist.

She carried her and kept telling Nick to leave him and trying to explain to Nick who Adams was. Nick left Adams, turned to Danielle slapped her, it was so hard that her knees buckled on the impact of his palm on her face. Adams lost his nerve and landed his fist on Nick's Jaw and then a fight ensued. Adam was masculine and well built although not as tall as Nick but was a good match for him. People gather to watch as the drama unfolded getting their phones to make a video. after a few minutes of evenly matched punches and kicks, The security at the park came and separated them and asked them to leave, leaving the audience to decide who the winner of the pay-per-view event was.

Cum spills from both ends, a milky-white stream leaking from the seams where Diesel and I are buried inside him. His legs tremble, his toes curl, and his hips jerk as he starts shooting over himself, untouched, like a fountain. He shoots all over his abs, the sticky, pearly fluid pooling in the dips and crevices of his six-pack. Cole is furiously jacking himself off, his fist a blur. His body quakes, his mouth opens, and with a hoarse shout, he shoots for a second time, his release landing in long ropes across Micah’s heaving chest.

I pull out and grab the fisting gloves—black latex, lubed thick. “Gentlemen, watch this forbidden shit. These sluts take fists like pros.” Lila first. I work four fingers into her dripping cunt—twisting, stretching. She moans, spreading wider. Then my thumb. Knuckles deep. I push—slow, relentless—until my whole fist pops inside. She screams in ecstasy, body convulsing. “Fist-fuck me, Sir! Ruin my breeding hole for the audience!” I pump my arm—deep, churning her insides, elbow nearly vanishing.

"That bald guy on the far left is Alfred Kozack. His expertise lies within the Iron Fist. He used to be a member of the Spiral Sanctum, but he got exiled from the organization after breaking a sacred rule. "The beautiful woman in a red dress standing next to him is Charmaine Wood, also known as the Crimson Lady. She specializes in poison." Suddenly, Dunley asked, "Do you see that pair of midgets, Cassian?" "Yup." Cassian had already noticed two extremely short men standing with the enemies. They were about three feet tall, and they looked particularly ugly. However, their looks were identical to each other. "Are they twins?" he asked. "Yeah," Dunley replied. "They are the Cox brothers from T

The coil almost broke at that, more tears rolling down my cheek as I whimpered, glad that the tv noise was drowning it all out. He leaned in closer again, and this time, instead of speaking, he shoved his tongue into my ear, twisting it in. The cold texture of his tongue, in my ear... Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk! Ohhhhhhh MY GOD! The coil snapped. My cunt clamped down on his fingers in a series of rapid, milking pulses. Clench. Release. Clench. Release. A hot flood of my release gushed around his fingers, and flowed into his waiting hand.

"No matter which object you pick, you're losing your hands and feet today, but you want to hear the best fucking part?" "No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway." "Damn, you're good." I abruptly reach to his crotch and grab his cock over his pants, squeezing it as tight as I can, which cripples him even more. "Regardless of the choice you pick, your cock will be burnt off or sawed off. The fucking choice is yours." "The fucking saw." He growls out, shaking like he's having a seizure. "You asked for it."

And his hand. God, his hand. It was huge. Thick, veined, scarred from "work." And it was wrapped around a cock that looked nothing like the boys at school. It was thick, angry, purple-headed, and pumping furiously. He wasn’t just touching himself. He was wrecking himself. The sound of him fucking his fist was wet and violent in the quiet room. "Fuck... fuck..." he grunted, his hips bucking off the porcelain, driving his fist up and down. “You’re so fucking wet baby. Fuck! Don’t close your legs! Open them wider!”