Luffy Fist Novels & Stories

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.

Master Fist Punch sneered "leave here? you want to escape, have a taste of my powerful fist first" A voice boomed "what kind of powerful fist?"

Folding my fist in combat, he appeared to have seen what I was trying to create. He launched several fist attacks, but every single one went south as I defended them easily. Holding onto one of his arms, I gave a thrilling blow to his stomach and pushed him backwards. Levi appeared to have been pissed with this act. He pulled off his cloak, revealing his bare body and this time, I launched the attack. He held on to my two hands and I felt a sharp pain on my head, once he head butted my face. He repeated the same move and I could feel the saltiness of my blood as they ran through my face.

"Nothing is impossible! It's high time you accept your fate, you old git! Take this! The Phoenix Sky Fist!" Leon merely scoffed at him. The next moment, he directed one last attack at Wulfric in the form of his most powerful move—the Phoenix Sky Fist, a sage technique belonging to the Heavenly Class! A cloud of pulsating energy charged straight toward Wulfric, without any mercy toward his cries of horror! Its sole intent was to destroy him and put an end to this battle!

Luke ruffles Maceo's hair affectionately as the latter gets flustered by this action. "Don't do that ! It messes my hair, you jerk" Maceo says ,the tip of his ears still red as he slaps Luke's hand away but on the contrary Luke ruffles it more making Maceo whine and blush. Sorin cringes a little as he sees the interaction between the two. "Oh for God's sake just date already " he mumbled.

, Lohan asks, in disbelief. I clench my jaw. My answer is a true yes, with my hand closed and hard on his face, feeling my anger boil and the dull sound of the impact echoing through the room. Lohan staggers back, tripping on the couch before regaining her balance. His eyes are now burning with fury and he brings his hand to his face where my fist hits him, checking for blood. When he confirms it, the expression of confusion gives way to fierce determination. “You fucker…”, Lohan murmurs, before advancing.

Liam lunged at me, his fist cutting through the air with force. I caught it easily, my fingers wrapping around his knuckles like a vice. He struggled, trying to pull away, but my grip held firm. "Your punches are already different than before," I smirked, yanking his arm forward and throwing the punch right back into his face. His head snapped back, and I saw the realization dawn in his eyes—I had baited him, and he fell for it.

It left Zam further enraged, and his bellow could collapse the mansion! Even as his golden shockwave shot toward Frank, the air popped with a loud sonicboom! "And you're above forty in Skyrank… They really let anyone in these days," Frank continued to muse to himself while mocking Zam and suddenly snapped, "This is how the Bright Sun Fist works!" Watching as the golden fist was about to reach him, Frank stopped his nonchalant comment and slowly raised his hand. He clenched his fist, and a golden liquid flowed out and soon projected a golden tiger head around it.

I hammered my right fist in to Luca's face for the fifth time before I pulled back. The front of my t-shirt had multiple red spots, ones I got when Luca's blood splattered everywhere. Luca threw his head back, his breath shallow and exhausted. He could barely open his eyes. His left eye was swollen shut to the point that it was physically impossible for him to open his eye. I took a step back and tried to take a deep breath to calm the beast inside of me. For once, he and I are focused on unleasing our anger out in the same way.

“Now make a fist.” I curl my fingers around my thumb, tucking everything up against my palm. Taking my hand, he unfurls my fingers. “You want your thumb on the outside, covering your first two fingers. And you want to keep your fist level with your wrist, braced so it doesn’t go up or down. Less likely to break your bones that way.” He holds up his palms. “Now punch a hand.” “I’ll hurt you.” “I’ll be fine.” Hearing the slap of my fist against his palm, I don’t much like it.