Makima Pose Novels & Stories

He effortlessly moves to in fighter pose, arms in tight, light on his toes and head tucked. For someone who specializes in mixed combat, Arrick has the stance of a boxer down to a fine art. He almost dances on his feet as instinct kicks in and he goes all into trained mode, flexing his shoulders and grinning like a cheeky, cocky ass, who has as undefeated record.

He asked lifting his head towards the trainees. I nodded and smiled, patting his shoulders roughly with my strong hands. "Great job Malakai. Within a few more days, everyone will be ready." I started walking towards Mei that was training against Keira. She was light and quick as she grabbed her arms and rolled her over to the ground. She looked at me smiled but was brought down to the ground after Keira saw that she was distracted by her mate. They both laughed whilst Mei started tickling Keira to tease her.

Kai and Jax circled me like predators, both of them shirtless, their ripped bodies glistening under the low lights. “Every single machine tonight,” Kai said, his voice low and full of filthy promise. “We’re going to use this entire gym to train you properly, Mia. For the cameras… and for us.” They started slow but intense. Jax bent me over the squat rack, yanking my thong to the side and slamming his thick cock into my pussy in one hard thrust. “Deep squats,” he grunted, pounding me while Kai filmed from the side, pretending to give instructions. “Really feel that burn in your glutes.”

He kicked the shorts aside and walked to the center of the mat, dropping to his knees with more grace than expected for someone so built. Kai circled him slowly, like a coach evaluating form. “Hands behind your back. Chest out. Eyes on the mat unless I tell you otherwise.” Marc obeyed, lacing his fingers behind his head. His breathing was audible now. The vulnerability of the position, naked, on his knees, cock exposed and twitching, made his cheeks burn. Kai stopped in front of him. He reached down and gripped Marc’s chin, tilting his face up so their eyes met.

"Fine fine. Show me.' Amara helped him get into position. "You'll be on one knee, like that." She backed against his shoulder and bent one knee. "Catch my leg there and hold my torso so I can lean back on your shoulder, hold me horizontally for a moment. Then you'll swing me down somewhat onto your bent knee, still holding my leg as I extend it." She made a sweeping movement in front of his torso where she would be moving across. "The point is to hold me, not set me on your knee, though; it's there just in case."

I clapped in amazement. “Wow.” “Now you,” he said. My jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” “No.” Caleb broke into laughter. “We’re going to start with easier stuff. I’ll show you a pose, you’ll mirror it, and I’ll come over to adjust you.” “Maybe I won’t need adjustment…” “Maybe.” Caleb’s lips made a skeptical straight line. “First one is easy. T-pose.” “Let me guess,” I said. I tilted to the side with a hand curved toward my hip and the other arm extended, as if I were pouring out the bittersweet liquid.

Her eyes captured every single details that made her noticed their wrongs and mispositioned. "Hello, lovelies. Can you show me your stance again, please?" she implied. The teens positioned themselves again in synchronized motion. They raised their bow and arrow like they are ready to shoot a prey. Maia moved closer to the first line and examined their body position, one by one.

He smiled at me and moved towards Mika: “I had it in my hands for a long time. I am sure she could use me to look for it” “That’s easy” Mika said and sat down on the ground in the middle of the flowers: “I need you to lay down here” Sam sat down, laid down in front of her and she closed her eyes and rubbed her fingers on his temples saying: “Calm down and take a deep breath” Sam complied and took a deep breath in. “Now, Think of it. The last day you had in your hands. The place you were at. Who did you meet. I need you to visualize the whole thing inside your head and focus on it and then I will do the rest”

You don’t get to fuck her. We’re not going down that path again. Females are a distraction which I clearly can’t handle, considering I’m up here pushing my ass to the sky instead of following the trail I was ordered to follow. And she’s not even a wolf. I’m so pathetic it’s scary. She directs the group into some crazy arm balance—peacock pose. This I can do. I have ab and arm strength in spades. I press my elbows under my ribs, flatten my palms to the mat and extend my legs behind me, hovering parallel to the mat.

“So you start like any human would. Balance first. You’re no good to anyone if you can’t stay standing.” I try to mimic him. My knees wobble a little. “Lower,” he says. “You’re not posing for a photo. Sink into it.” I adjust, trying to keep my back straight. “Feels weird.” “Good. New things should.” We spend the next hour going over basic positioning. Where my feet should go. How to move without losing center. It’s meticulous. Maddening. Every time I think I’ve nailed it, he corrects me. “You’re thinking again,” he says.