One Thrust Man Novels & Stories

Each thrust punched my prostate, sending jolts of heat up my spine. Thorne watched from the side, his pierced cock in hand, stroking slowly as veins bulged along his rogue shaft. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, the metal bar glinting under the chamber lights. “Fuck, that's a tight fit. Move over, alpha. Let me add to it.” He knelt closer, his fingers slipping alongside Rafael's cock mid-thrust. The stretch burned fierce now, my hole forced wider as Thorne's digits probed the thin space, rubbing against Rafael's length inside me.

"The God-Slayer is for gods. We’re dealing with physics now." He picked up a heavy, long-handled sledgehammer from a nearby construction crate. The weight of it felt honest. Every swing was a strike against the "Perfection" that had nearly choked the world. Clang. Clang. Clang. The sound echoed through the silent streets, a rhythmic, primitive heartbeat that began to draw the villagers out of their stupor. They watched as Julian Thorne—the man who had once moved billions with a keystroke—sweated and bled over a stubborn iron bolt. It took twenty minutes, but when the bolt finally sheared and the doors creaked open, a collective gasp went up from the crowd.

The red LED light buried in the Old Man's collarbone pulsed. Flash. Flash. Flash. It was a steady, rhythmic blink, perfectly synchronized with the beating of a monster's heart. Julian Thorne did not lower his weapon, but the lethal tension in his arms turned to absolute, paralyzing stone. He was a master of strategy, a man who built an empire by anticipating his opponent's moves ten steps in advance. But he had never played a game where his enemy's life force was the only shield keeping his newborn son alive.

“But there are no treaties anymore. You crossed my threshold. You aimed a gun at my child.” “Kill him!” Thorne barked, screaming down the hall to the operatives he still had left. Silas and Gideon didn’t let them breathe. The mercenary and the Witch Hunter slammed into them with a nasty burst of ultraviolet rounds and celestial-coated blades, pinning the remaining DOD forces behind rubble from the blown generators. Dominic yanked Thorne off the pillar like he weighed nothing. He tore the man’s sleeves clean off, the knives holding him there popping free and scattering.

It was like a flash burning behind my head, not with my own eyes. Thorne in the underworld. A gagged man with a bloated, bleeding face, bound to a chair. Thorne's sleeves were rolled up, and his white shirt was splattered with red. With firm hands, he drove a knife into the man's chest, forcing him to speak rather than killing him. The man let out a scream. Thorne's expression remained composed, almost placid. "Who handed you the pills? Thorne's voice was as sharp as steel. The man pleaded and begged, but Thorne persisted.

He destroyed him. Every hit was vicious. When the warrior tried to yield, Thorne didn't stop. He kept attacking until the man lay bloody on the ground, barely conscious. The crowd cheered. They thought it showed power. I felt sick. "Well," Luna whispered beside me. "He's certainly... thorough." Thorne walked toward where I sat, his smile sharp. "For you, my lady. I would destroy anyone who threatened you." The way he said it sounded like a promise. And a threat.

The man didn't let me go but instead he tightened his grip on me. “Stay back, Alpha Or I’ll kill her.” he said. I stared at him with shock in my eyes. And then, before I could respond, Thane lunged forward as his movements were quick and precise. He grabbed the man’s arm, twisting it until he let go of me, and then shoved him against the wall. The man groaned in pain, but Thane didn’t stop. He punched him, once, twice, until the man slumped to the ground unconscious.

Every thrust sent shockwaves through me, making my breath stutter and my nails claw at the sheets. But it wasn’t just him. The silver-masked man knelt beside my head, his cock pressing against my lips. He slapped it across my cheek once, twice, then shoved past my mouth before I could protest. My throat stretched around him, gagging, saliva spilling down my chin as he used me like nothing more than a wet hole. His hand tangled in my hair, forcing my head down onto his cock while he groaned above me. And still, the third man loomed, never rushing. He slid a hand down my stomach, past where the first man was already splitting me open, his gloved fingers circling my clit with slow, devastating

He held my neck while I was still on the floor. As I coughed, no one stopped to help me, they all continued cheering him. Then suddenly, someone hit him in the head. “Don't you know that you don't ever lay your hands on a woman?” It was Thorne's voice. He stood there like a prince who appeared when there was a princess in distress.

They met some other guys from our year who were heading out already and stopped to exchange pleasantaries, I watched as they slapped each other's backs and laugh at loud about something one of them said. While they were all strikingly handsome, one of them stood out to me, he was the tallest of them all and exuded so much confidence that I figured he would be the leader of the pack. He had a pink streak in his hair which fell over his face, this highlighted his sharp jaws and small pink lips. I pictured myself running my hands through his hair while planting my lips on his until Ella tapped me. “Leila, jeez, you don't have to be so obvious!” she said, laughing at me “C'mon let's get out of h