Fan Made Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

My breathing comes out harsh, the quick breaths fanning strands of my hair from my face. Can things get any worse? I bring my knees to my stomach, the pain shooting in my side so unbearable.

With his energy unstable, however, his openings were easier to exploit. "Ahh, so boring." Ren yawned as he stepped forward. He weaved through the rocks and tapped them with his free hand. Each were destroyed as he moved. The area was covered in dust. 'Point Break!' Ren activated his Fan technique. *Chak!* When the fan closed and all his energy concentrated, Ren struck against the unstable silhouette. The weak point happened to be the head. *Crack!* With the manifestation broken, Ren continued his attack. The fan hitting against Lan Rai's forehead.

(staggered breathing) *increase pacing* *slapping of skin* “Hnnf... ah— fucking hell” (choked moan) *changing angle without removal* “Huhh... hhhah...” (gasping into panting) All filtered through the high-end speakers like some kind of performance art. No story, or slow burn. Just sweat and camera angles, the type that promise release without connection. I sit back down, eyes fixated. This should help. I lean back, loosen my jaw, settle into the comfort of detachment.

she stuttered with sobs, once again trying to reach out to me. Almost immediately after her last attempt, I quickly moved one of my hands to meet Aryana's shaking fingers, holding on tightly. With gentle movements, I brought her hand to my chest, palm resting over the fabric draped over my body. I let her feel the steady rhythm of my breaths, the distinguishable up and down of my thorax, and the muscles all moving to show Aryana that she could breathe successfully. Each intake of air was distinct and exaggerated to help Aryana focus.

Before I can breathe, the alpha next to me leans in. “You’re brave,” he mutters, half impressed, half horrified. “Talking to Mr. Wren like that. You’re going to get in serious trouble.” I shoot him a sideways glare. “Why? Because he’s an alpha?” I scoff. “So am I. Or are we suddenly not the same just because his shoulders are wider?” The alpha stiffens. His mouth opens slightly like he wants to respond, but I cut him off with a cold look. “Focus on the meeting,” I snap.

Just like going to the gym and seeing your gains. Next, she turned her attention to air control. With a deep breath, she summoned the wind, feeling it whip around her body. She practiced creating gusts strong enough to lift leaves and twigs from the ground, shaping the air into spirals and currents. The more she trained, the more she realized that she could not only control the wind but also communicate with it, feeling its whispers and understanding its language. It was as if the air itself was encouraging her, urging her to go further.

“I could style shiny, sparkling, unicorn fracking rings around you, Mr. I-Am-Too-Sexy-For-This-Shirt. I could beat you in a mother-blessed style-off with one hand tied behind my back and a pirate patch over one eye. I am fan-fickle-fantastic at what I do, which you would know if you have a good gosh darn about anyone else than yourself!” Her voice had risen and Carter and Liam had taken a step back from her, their mouths open and their eyes wide. If she wasn’t so mad, it would be funny.

After they had crossed the mountain, the boy suddenly asked, "What type of breathing method is best for the Elixir of Life?" The old man laughed and said, "There are five elements in breathing, and the Elixir of Life belongs to the wood element, so you must use a wood element breathing method. Wood element methods emphasize deep inhalation and exhalation, with each breath taken with full effort. It's like a towering tree trying to root itself in the rocks while vigorously growing its branches and leaves toward the sky!"

"Breathe. We're doing it again." I waited for her to draw in oxygen and for her safeword. She didn't use it. This time I constricted the belt tighter, removed the nipple clamps, and jammed my fingers back into her cunt. I felt her inner muscles tighten, pulses of release clamping around me. I loosened the belt with my free hand while continually pumping my fingers. "Breath play is something you'll never do alone. Understood?" Through her heavy breathing she whimpered. "Yes, Luke."