Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

My voice rumbles darker, echoing through the room like thunder about to split the sky. Her hand flies, sharp against my cheek. The sound cracks through the air. My head snaps to the side, skin burning. I should be furious. I should punish her. Instead, fire roars through me, twisting that slap into fuel. My cock hardens instantly, hunger spiking until it’s almost painful. My blood pounds so violently I can hear it, like war drums in my veins.

Rumble— Seth and Leia did not dare to give Andrius too much time. They maximized their power at the fastest speed and merged their techniques, attacking like a storm. They aimed for a fatal blow. Bam! This time, their timing was perfect again. Andrius followed the Overseer’s performance, thrusting his palm forward. It transformed into a five-fingered mountain that reached the heavens, filled with wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. It all happened in an instant. In just the blink of an eye, Andrius’ palm struck the two.

Blood run down my nose I quickly perform a swipe kick knocking her off her feet. I get up and perform an ax stomp. I slightly bend the knee of my left leg rooting it firmly to the ground and using the right leg to land a backward swing ax stomp, allowing the power of the strike to be concentrated on my heel while reinforcing it with shadow for more power

A glacial, final, clarifying cold. She looked at his hand on her arm. She looked at his face, pleading and false. She felt the ruby earring, still clutched, sharp and painful, in her other hand. She lifted her hand. The one that wasn't holding the earring. And she slapped him. It was not a hysterical, flailing slap. It was a swing of pure, cold, calculated ice. Her palm, made strong from a lifetime of riding and tennis and being a Vale, connected with his face with a sound that was as sharp and final as a gunshot.

I didn’t care. My claws extended. Reuben looked up just in time to see me storming toward him, face twisted and teeth bared. He didn’t flinch. But I didn’t stop. My palm struck his face with a wet, thunderous crack. The sound of the slap echoed, silencing even the murmurs. He staggered and dropped, hitting the ground with a grunt. Blood spat from his mouth. Still, I lunged at him again, clawed hands ready to rip into the very flesh of his neck—only to be grabbed from behind.

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.

“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.

Slap! The sound of his palm hitting my lubricated skin echoed through the room. It stung beautifully, and before I could even draw breath to moan, he drove two fingers deep inside me in one sudden, violent thrust. Because of the lube, they slid in with terrifying ease, meeting zero resistance as he buried them to the knuckles “A-ah! K-Kael!" I shrieked, my face buried in the pillow. "So deep—fuck, it’s too much... no, don't stop. Please, don't ever stop!"

I walk with the unhurried confidence of someone who has somewhere to be and has decided that somewhere is here, now, and I arrive at exactly the moment Feng's hand moves toward the servant girl's arm. I step between them. And I slap Young Master Feng Ruochen of the Crimson Phoenix Clan across the face with my open right hand, Iron River Scripture active in my palm, Iron Palm technique deployed for the first time in its life. The sound is extraordinary. Crack — sharp and clean and carrying across the nearest thirty meters of festival noise like a stone dropped in still water. The crowd goes silent. Not the immediate vicinity. The whole plaza. Sound travels, and the sound of that slap is speci

Instead she put up her fists and sneered at her opponents. She socked one guy in the mouth, while wacking the other across the face with her baton. I almost jumped in when one guy smacked her across the face, but that seemed to fuel her even more, she let out a war cry and surged forward, landing a punch on his jaw before swinging into a roundhouse kick, sending him sailing into the crowd.