Coiled Fist Novels & Stories

I say, reaching over and squeezing his hand. Sure enough, soon we’re back in the dungeons. The cage of twisted metal that Sterling broke out of has been repaired with a much stronger substance, something that has a strange, oily sheen to it. “I wouldn’t recommend touching those bars again,” Coello warns before shoving Sterling into the cage. Defiantly, he reaches out and grabs one of the bars as if to twist it again - but he yanks his hand back with a yelp of pain. Coello ignores the incident, walking me over to another cage. He opens the door and bows deeply, making a grand show of being a gentleman as he leads me into the cage.

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.

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.

Soon, a thick layer of Chi coated his fist. Whoosh!

"Demonic Python Coiling Mountain!" In an instant, he stabbed hundreds of times toward Caspian. Each sword turned into a long black snake in mid-air. They opened their bloody mouths and bit toward Caspian. For a moment, people felt as if they had fallen into a snake cave. "You won't cry until you see the coffin." Caspian narrowed his eyes. The next moment, he raised his hand and pointed. "The Godly Finger of Cruor!" Dense lines of blood bloomed in an instant and cut off all the Demonic Pythons in the air, turning them into pieces.

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.

Tulip had her ever on Team Ash, of all the battle's, this one interested her the most. Lisa glided on her metal wires and she exchanged blows with Coell. He used steel vines to attack her from different angles. She had her metal wires strung all over, no matter how much or how impossible the angle the vines come at her from, she would cut them in pieces. Emily was also pestering the man from close range, throwing ice laced punches and kicks. Krisan was hidden inside her shadow and every time Emily created an opening she would come out with a fatal strike. Coell couldn't count the number of brushed he's had with death during this brief fight.