Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

He pounded harder, hips snapping with relentless fury, the slap of skin on skin echoing like a drumbeat. Emily's resolve crumbled under the assault. The pain from his slap bloomed into heat, spreading to her core, her clit throbbing as his balls smacked it again and again. She bit her lip, trying to hold back, but the pressure built unbearably—his cock dragging along her sensitive walls, hitting that spot that made her vision blur.

I ducked under a strike, rolled to the side, and kicked a pillar to keep him off balance. Caleb’s swing caught my shoulder. Pain shot through me, but I kept moving, aiming for the ring. Lola hit his arm, forcing him to flinch. I lunged, claws scraping against metal. He countered, knocking me back. I rolled, kicked debris into his face, and kept circling. Each blow from him was brutal, precise, and fast. I blocked, parried, and dodged, refusing to stop. Caleb lunged again, aiming for my chest. I twisted, striking his wrist. Sparks flew as our powers collided. He growled, swinging hard, and I ducked, feeling the air slice past my head.

“Rumble” The two bodies collided with each other. For a moment, traces of heaven and earth cracking appeared. The horrible energy seemed to tear everything apart. The whole square began to be enveloped by the strong force for a while. "Bang” In the confrontation, a series of continuous attacks were launched. His fist technique was heaven-defying, like the roar of a general. His leg technique was astonishing, like the roar of a mad god. The two of them fought back and forth, and sounds kept coming out, like metal colliding. The force was constantly shattered.

"Ass clenching like it wants it. Slut." He pushed the thumb in fully—knuckle-deep. The stretch burned sharp, my hole gripping him tight. I yelped, body jerking forward. He slapped my clit then—palm cupping my pussy from behind, fingers cracking against the swollen nub. The sting was electric—sharp pain blooming into throbbing heat. My clit pulsed under the slap, wetness gushing out to coat his hand.

BAM. BAM. Each strike was sharper than the last. Angrier. Controlled rage. His knuckles were already bruised. His jaw tight. His mind replayed one moment over and over again. Amy’s slap. No woman had ever hit him before. Ever. BAM. Another punch. Marcus entered quietly and stopped at the door. “There’s chaos outside,” he reported. Drake didn’t turn. Didn’t stop punching. Marcus studied him for a second. Then added carefully,

He gritted his teeth while ruffling his hair up. ‘He slapped me huh, he just fucking slapped me? That bastard fucking slapped me shit' ***

The sound of Jamal’s heart racing fills my ears, while my other arm tightens around his neck as I can feel him begin to fight me, cutting off the memory before I know what actually happened. I deliver a powerful punch to his jaw; the impact echoing in my ears. The crack of bone mixes with his groans of pain. His hands desperately grab onto mine, trying to pry my grip from his neck. With a surge of strength, I hoist him slightly off the ground, feeling the strain in my muscles. Slamming his head onto the unforgiving floor, a sharp thud resonates through the room. I raise him up again, repeating the brutal motion, each impact sending shockwaves through my body. Blood begins to pool on the hard

I didn’t flinch. Her body left the ground, teeth bared, arms stretched forward like claws. And I slapped her mid-air. The blow sent her crashing back into the same wall, her limbs folding in awkward angles. Trolls howled, pounding their feet and fists against the stone balconies above. She came again. Faster. Angrier. I slapped her again. This time, the whole arena shook. She crumpled and didn’t rise immediately. Her body trembled as she tried to push herself up, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Waiting. I brace myself against the wall. And I let go. Hot urine rushes down my legs, pooling beneath me. I don’t stop it. I stare at him while I do it. I want him to see. Then I slide down, right into my warm urine… I sit in it. He stands up fast. Hands in my hair, yanking my head back. “What the fuck are you playing at?” he snarls. My fingers curl into the puddle and I raise my hand and slap him across the face with it, slick and soaked.