Kny Oc Breathing Styles Novels & Stories

“Taking me so deep. So flexible. Made for this.” She could barely speak, only broken moans and gasps. His hands pinned her thighs to his chest, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin behind her knees while he pounded into her, rhythmic, relentless, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off the mirrors. “Tantric breath,” he reminded her. “In… hold… out slow. Feel every inch.” She tried, inhaling as he bottomed out, holding the breath while he ground circles against her cervix, exhaling long and shaky as he dragged back almost to the tip. The controlled breathing intensified everything: the stretch, the fullness, the building pressure low in her belly.

I pull out fully from her mouth and Celestine gasps, breathing through her mouth as her chest rises and falls rapidly. I wrap my hand around her neck, rubbing on her nape with my thumb. "Deep breath." She obeys, taking in a handful of air into her lungs and then breathing out slowly. "Good girl," I praise and a blush forms on Celestine's cheeks. Seems like she has a praise kink. I file that away in my shelf called 'new things I'm learning about Celestine.' Pressing my cock to her lips again, "open up." She does and I push back into her slowly. "Keep breathing through your nose."

It', Yuri thought. " It starts with my breath. " - Kathy, said. Breath. Right. He could hear her breathing hard, panting, as he fucked her hard. " The closer you are, the harder it is for me to breathe. " - Kathy, added. 'Same here, sweetheart'. He leaned his arms against the walls, needing to keep his hands as far away from his dick. Trying to get his own breathing back to normal. " What... Else... Is... Weird? " - Yuri, managed to ask.

The earth under him gave a light tremor as a column of air runs down his body to his sword. "Way of air!" A force of the wind picks up and hits him on the back. "Fifth wind!" He closes his eyes and opens up his lungs taking in all the air around him causing his chest to pump up with air. He lets the air flow into his veins and muscles, his heart rate sped up drastically. Now for the final move... "Air...knot!" He exhales and lets his hand fly in the air. What in hell? Eithne yelled at herself.

JORDAN The water is cold, yet my body burns from the inside out. Each stroke of my cock is rushed, messy, as though urgency itself drives my hand. I grip tighter, pumping faster, trying to drown out the sound of his voice in my head, the phantom weight of his body still lingering on mine. “Damn it…” I bite down on my lip, swallowing a groan. I try to picture anyone else’s face, but none come to me. The only one that appears is Alaric’s—his wide grin seared into my mind.

I climb up, not a graceful act given that half my body still remembers what last week's flogging felt like, and stretch out on my front. The cotton sheet is cool against my chest. My cheek settles into the pillow. My arms fold under it. The next thing I feel is Kir's palm, flat and warm, between my shoulder blades. "Breathe," he says. "I am breathing. If I wasn’t I’d be blue." "Breathe properly." A slow breath in. Hold it. Let it out. "Better. Keep doing that." He peels my waistband down just enough to expose the small of my back, no more.

The warmth brushed against my skin, but it didn't reach the tightness in my chest. Drakon took the seat across from me. "Breathe," he said. I frowned slightly. "That's it?" "If you can't control your breath, you can't control anything else." Fair. I inhaled slowly. "Deeper," he corrected. "Not just your lungs. Your body." I tried again. Slower this time. "Close your eyes." I hesitated – just a second – then did it. The darkness behind my eyelids felt heavier than it should have.

« Your explanation cramps my conversation with you; you should take a formation in teaching. There are two possibilities here, you are joking, or you are trying to joke because I don’t see any other alternative. » « Hahahaha, you are funny. Alright, I don’t want to make you worse, first, try to control your breathing style. Breathe until you don’t have any place for the air then exhale everything. Do it while training, because I want you to be more endurant in a battle, you have great abilities for a human, you are like an unpolished gem that I am trying to work on. » « I knew it, you were joking. So all I need to do is to breathe correctly, right ? »

' Monica felt conflicted at this moment, but he decided to throw that thought away since, at this moment, it was useless to think too much since he hadn't fallen in love with someone after all, and there weren't any girls that he wanted to date at this moment. While walking, Monica felt that he should use his time in a better way, so he used his time to train his "Breathing Styles" better. There are two ways to use "Breathing Styles": Total Concentration Breathing, and Total Concentration: Constant. Total Concentration Breathing, an advanced application of Breathing, is a state where a Breathing Style user inhales the maximum amount of oxygen within a specific breath pattern to raise their p

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”