Makima Pose Novels & Stories

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.

He needs the shape of a thing before he will step inside it. He demonstrates the stance — front foot angled, back foot perpendicular, knees bent, weight low and centered. He moves through it with the ease of someone who has done something so many thousands of times that it has become simply the way his body goes. He shows them how to lie flat, how to push up, how to balance. “It’s one motion,” he said. “Not two. Not three. One.” He did it again, fluid, his big frame surprisingly light. Mia mirrored it on her board before he’d finished explaining, arms out, knees bent, grinning at him like she expected a medal. She looked utterly confident and completely wrong in about four different technica

“Drop your chest. Lift your sit bones. Good boy.” I was already half-hard, my thin gray shorts doing nothing to hide the growing bulge. The heat, the stretch, his touch, and my pounding heart, it was all too much. We moved into warrior poses, then into deeper hip openers. Kai demonstrated pigeon pose at the front, his body folding beautifully, ass flexing under those shorts. I could see the thick outline of his cock pressed against the fabric, heavy even while soft. My mouth watered. By the time we reached the floor for supine twists and bridges, I was dripping sweat and precum. Kai walked the room again. When he got to me, he knelt between my spread legs as I held a bridge pose.

When he sank deeper into the lunge, the muscle flexed visibly under golden skin. Tree pose. One leg planted, the other foot pressed high against inner thigh. Victoria’s voice rang out, bright and oblivious. “Partner assist! Trust exercise—hold each other steady.” Dad steadied Victoria with an easy grip on her elbow. Chase turned to me. One brow lifted. Silent question. I hesitated—only a second—then stepped in. He reached out slowly. His hand settled on my waist—warm, callused palm flat against the dip just above my hip bone. Fingers flexed—once, barely—and I wobbled.

"Then greet your mother properly." Alexander's face scrunched with effort. He was attempting what looked like tree pose. One foot pressed against the inside of his opposite knee. Arms stretched overhead. Wobbling. Ethan was beside him in the same pose. Not wobbling. Perfectly still. Madison was on his other side. Her tree pose was less certain than Ethan's but more stable than Alexander's. And Kyle. He was in downward dog. His hands were flat on the mat, fingers spread wide. His hips were lifted, forming an inverted V with his body. His heels reached toward the floor but didn't quite touch.

It was a scorpion pose. A pose in gymnastics and probably ballet where the leg is lifted from behind and made to touch the head. I held her while I pulled down my underwear, exposing my seven inches long dick. “Remember the safe word baby?” I breathed heavily on her neck and stood her by the wall, using mg hands to rub in between her thigh. “The safe word is green water.” “That is my girl “ I lifted her legs and wrapped it around my torso, my fingers playing with her thighs and her leg.

Malaki raced all the way from the training field, where he was in the middle of demonstrating a move to a young team that just graduated. He was in the back, on the raised demonstration platform, trying to ignore everything he felt through the link. He just needed to finish what he was doing and get through the movements so he could race back to the pack house. Malaki positioned the warrior for the next stance. He had the warrior bent forward and was standing behind him. Unfortunately for Malaki, before he could show the next movement, he felt the pleasure from both of his mates roll through him and headed straight to his cock, which became rock hard against the poor warrior's backside who q