Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

Whump! Whump! "Please, please ugg stop that," she moaned her eyes as wide as saucers. Junior paused for a moment panting from the effort. "You're ass is like a fucking overstuffed pillow! You can take it!" He began again Whump! Whump! Isabelle thought she would puke, each slap making her body spring forward her arms almost breaking, her ankles twisting inwards. "Uuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

He lands another blow to my area and I tug on the sheets hard, whimpering " I don't want to hear a sound submissive. ," I nod quickly and bite my lips. He slaps my breasts hard, the clamp feeling like it's ripping through my nipples. He switches paddles, the one he's using now is similar to the first one with the exception that it isn't smooth. He slaps my area hard, very hard. You could hear the impact throughout the room.

A smirk curves on his face. Rylan doesn’t wait. He advances with calculated precision—left jab, right hook, a spinning back kick that barely misses River’s chest. The impact of their movements echoes across the clearing. Gasps erupt from the crowd as River barely ducks in time. River retaliates with a powerful downward strike, slamming his fist into Rylan’s shoulder before sweeping his leg low. Rylan loses his balance for a split second but rolls smoothly across the platform and springs back to his feet like a predator refusing to fall.

I mean anyone could tell, he needed to practice with another person and there was nobody here. "Sophie! Stop! I said no and I'm not changing my mind, what if you get hurt? Have you seen the difference we have in size? I could bend you in half so shut up and take your ass out of the ring," I gasped hitting his shoulder with as much strength as I could muster. Did he just- "That. Was. So. Rude. I hate you," I complained slapping his shoulders repeatedly. He gave me a bored expression before using one hand to push down my wrists and throw me over his shoulder. He ignored all my protests and put me down on the bench we previously sat on.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

The threat ignited my rage anew, I yanked at the cuff, leather creaking, free hand swinging to slap his face, crack echoing sharp, his head snapped sideways, cheek reddening, but instead of anger, his eyes lit with darker fire. "Yes, fight me." He surged up, capturing my slapping hand, pinning both above my head now, bodies aligning, his cock nudged my entrance, then rammed home in one vicious thrust, bottoming out with a wet slap, I screamed, walls spasming around the length of his cock, the fullness pushing his earlier load deeper. He fucked me like punishment, hard and shallow snaps turning to deep grinds, hips circling to rub every inch against my insides. "Slap me again, bitch. Makes yo

Among the white pieces, Peter bolted toward Solana like lightning, and he showed his palm out, which made an earth-shattering noise as he roared, "The Heart Destroyer Slap!" "Heart Destroyer Slap is a low-rank Earth Grade martial skill!" "Peter mastered the Heart Destroyer Slap!" "Although Heart Destroyer Slap only uses one palm, it can destroy the opponent's muscles and bones through the skin. It is mighty and extremely vicious!" "Solana, run away now!" "She's doomed!" Many disciples who watched were horrified, and they kept shouting. Unexpectedly, not only did Solana not dodge, but she even directly accepted Peter's attack, extending her palm too.

He doesn't let up. His knuckles turn a dangerous, bloodless white as he squeezes tighter, Julian’s breaths turning into choked, desperate rattles. The wire inside my mind finally snaps. I explode. I pull my right arm back and swing with everything inside me, landing a vicious, open-handed slap squarely across Cade’s face. CRACK.

Determination hardened my gaze as I launched myself towards the dummies. With a swift twist of my hips, my hand shot forward like a viper, delivering a lightning-fast punch. The impact reverberated through my arm, the sheer force causing the metal of the dummy to shudder under the blow. In the blink of an eye, my leg snapped out, executing a powerful roundhouse kick that connected with precision, sending the dummy spinning.