Omni Man Full Body Novels & Stories

“Trigon, you are up next.” At this moment, a bare-chested man slowly walked out from the side of the ring. He was in his thirties. Trigon was not that tall, about 160cm at the most, but his body proportions were pretty balanced. At the same time, the muscles on his body were as hard as steel, especially the lower half of his exposed calves. He was ripped, with muscles as taut as a snake’s coils. The moment this man showed up, he gave off an imposing aura that seemed to press down on everyone present.

I asked her, watching her body language. Her eyes seemed to dart in every direction, before she managed to raise them and hold my gaze. “It almost killed me," she whispered, barely audible. Obviously, yes, but her strength made me consider the potential Ethan talked about the other day. The Omegas are wolves; just like us, but they have been used for menial and domestic labour so much that I fear they lack the skills to protect themselves. I watched the nobles celebrating for a while, some drunken lechers trying to touch the female Omegas.

He inquired, pulling me so I could rest my back on his chest. “Do with me whatever you wish,” my mouth answered before my brain, courtesy of my horny wolf. I heard him chuckle darkly before his hands found my breasts, caressing them. I breathed heavily, throat tightening as if to restrict my flow of oxygen. Orion’s fingers ran up and down my stomach, and I twisted my body like a possessed snake. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. As if I was a stringed puppet, I parted my legs for him. His lips danced around my neck before his tongue swirled around my skin.

With only a few tattered pieces remaining to cover her waist and nipples, she felt as if she were practically naked. Meanwhile, Rowan was staring. And it certainly wasn't at the Moon Crest in her hand. His gaze first landed on her bleeding hand, and then his eyes roamed over her exposed skin, taking in the bruises and marks that were taking far too long to heal because she was an Omega. She was covered in cuts and bruises, and he struggled with his emotions as his gaze repeatedly returned to her perky nipples peeking through the remnants of her shirt and the astonishing curve of her waist.

Everyone in the crowd just stood there staring. “What is going on here!” He roared. “Nothing Alpha!” The men said in unison. “I think you owe the birthday girl an apology! Where is the birthday girl?!” Alpha genesis yelled looking around. I tried to speak up, but I couldn’t move. I just watched as everyone pointed towards me. The Alpha smiled while walking my way. He was huge! He was dressed in nice jeans, a black button down shirt, that was clearly perfect for showing off his huge muscles. His biceps were the size of my head at least!

Koji unsheathes his sword and strokes it cloaking the blade in flame. “Cambuk Api! (Fire Whip)” Koji exclaimed swinging his sword that the blade expanding flame long enough to reach Manik. Manik extends his arm to his side. His arm looks expanding, and he slaps the flame with his expanded arm. Manik then crosses his arms to his chest. “That’s...! Anamo!” Kartika exclaimed. “Anamo?” Alfi looks confused. “An ability to manipulate body structure. Just like when you confronted Taye.” Kartika said.

Jensen was making no attempt to fight back and just had his arms over his head in self defence. “What the hell” I shouted, jumping off the bed. I ran over and grabbed the man’s large arm just as he was about to punch Jensen again. Immediately at the touch, sparks of electricity ran through my arms and into my body, waking up every sense I had. I had never felt more alive, and something deep inside me shifted. The man froze at my touch and I let go and stumbled back, falling on the floor. He turned slowly and looked at me. His dark brown hair was long enough to be brushed back but short enough that it didn’t quite reach his neck, leaving it exposed. His eyes were a deep amber at the centre an

The Omegas I had noticed were missing were right in front of me. “Watch and learn,Omega. Don’t you dare shut your eyes.” Alpha Tauren warned. On one of the beds before me, three of the omegas were bared to each other. Naked. Dripping. Bathed in oil that made their skin silky and glowing under the dim lights of the room.Their bodies were wrapped around each other. Skin met skin and flesh met flesh in a way that I couldn’t even tell one person’s limbs apart from the other. I saw how their toes curled and how their faces scrunched in utmost pleasure.

"HELLO, LUNA, SAMARA." One of the Omegas approached me. It's a man with a pair of bright azure eyes that reminds me of the calm sea glistening under the sunlight. His heart-shaped face was framed by chestnut locks that seemed to dance with every song that the wind sings. He was wearing protective gear and accessories, and at the sight of his figure, I could tell that he was one of the Omegas whom I shot. I smiled at him and closed the lid of the water jar. "Hello. May I know your name?" It would be weird not to ask him.

Neoma looked at the man, smiling toward her, with his right hand extended to her while he bent a bit. “May I dance to the most beautiful Princess in this event?” the baritone voice of the man, which goes in tune to the melodious song of the violin filled Neoma’s ears. She was stunned as she just looked at him and like her right hand has its own life, distinct from her whole body, it moved and in a millisecond was already inside the large hand of the mysterious gorgeous man.