Goku Relaxing Novels & Stories

I growled, my voice low but carrying the sharp edge of barely contained fury. Fukui, sprawled on the sofa opposite me, didn’t bother to hide his own frustration. Dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, his bare chest rose and fell with the rhythm of someone far too accustomed to handling chaos but never quite at peace with it. Exhaustion seeped from his posture, his forearms resting heavily on his thighs as he stared me down with a scowl that mirrored my own.

I muttered, hoping he didn’t notice how shaky my voice was. “Lie down,” Marcus said, his tone firm, leaving no room for hesitation. “We’re starting with stretches.” I lowered myself onto the mat, lying on my back. My chest rose and fell too fast, nerves and heat mixing together. Marcus crouched beside me, one large hand hovering over my knee. “Relax,” he said, his voice dropping lower, almost a command. “Let me guide you.”. I nodded quickly, biting my lip, relax? How the heck am I supposed to relax?

- He asked. - A little more. – Kurayami said. - Please. - Tears. – It hurts. - He said. - Well... Well...- Said the emperor biting his nipple pressing it to the ground below him, pinching his testicles and squeezing them in the process, and stroking the hairs of his crotch... and he had removed his finger. He gasped at the intrusion... - Relax. - Ordered. - I am unable. - He said between breaths... When, he thought the new god was crazy, how was he going to relax with nothing to ease it?

His arms scoop me up , pulling me tight into his chest and carries me to the lounge. Laying down on the sofa, he pulls me up on his chest and keeps his arms wrapped around my body. His gentle purring lets me completely relax, and when I look up at him, he is leaning back with his eyes shut, and I watch as a slight smile tugs at his lips. It made me happy to see him this relaxed. I glance quickly around the room and see Kodan sat in the armchair across from us, eyes shut head resting in his hand.

(W-What was that image, that pain, the feeling-) I feel Kadachi embrace me and in a gentle tone he softly whispers into my ear. "It's ok calm down, I'm right here, whatever it is your seeing your here right now and not their." (For some reason as if even my mind can't comprehend what he's saying but my body does and is feeling so much relief from his words. A warm and gentle feeling of being in his arms it makes me feel better even if I can't remember.) I let my body relax into his embrace, after a minute he pulls away and grabs a tissues to clean up my tears.

It felt good was all a sign I was doing right. "Oh, so good, mate, oh fuck!" Kazimir groaned. I felt Kallum's tip nudging my other hole. I froze and breathed steadily, waiting for the intrusion. I felt his mouth on the mark, sucking and running his tongue. "Easy, mate. Relax your muscles." I swallowed all the nerves I felt at the moment and took a deep breath. With each breath, I also let go of the nerves out of my system, allowing a sense of calm to flood over me. I reminded myself to surrender to the pleasure and to trust them. Trust them completely.

"On your belly" "Just relax". So I did.

He sputters in shock as he continues to try to wiggle out of Miyamura’s hold. “Why can’t I?”. He murmurs lowly. “I’ve tasted you, and you taste good. That’s the truth”. Sorahiko makes a sound like a steaming engine. Miyamura finds it downright adorable. In an effortless display of strength, he flops down on the sofa, pulling Sorahiko down with him. He lies down comfortably, while holding the omega flush against him. “This feels good too”. And indeed, it does. His body feels light, and his muscles are relaxed. This position feels really good.

I got closer to the gym hall entrance and the sounds of the equipment filled everywhere. I walked in and I saw Big Kai's men working out. I looked around and my eyes fell on HIM. He is holding a gun in his hand, fixing it while talking to one of his men. My heart fluttered as I took in his physique. Shirtless. Grey sweatpants, black durag, and black leather gloves. His shirtless body is a sight. It is replaying last night's hot event in my head right now. Those abs are inside. Biceps and torso.

My muscles flex and tense as the testosterone in the air intensifies. I feel as if we are in battle, but instead of enemies I see comrades. My instincts are fighting one another. The need to prove my strength against these males is fighting ten years of training. "Relax," Modok says lowly and I see Burk flex as well. "How are you staying that calm," I mutter as I look over his cool demeanor. He smirks and meets my curious gaze.