Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

The excitement was getting under my skin and a small thrill went through me. A few minutes later, the music changed. It was loud with pounding drums. The roar started low, building with the music. A voice yelled out from the speakers. "Ladies, grab your man, gentlemen grab her hands and keep her from mauling our hometown boys. Here they are- The Slam."

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.

The power of the attack was unforgiving to anything that barred its path. "RUMBLE!" the lands quaked and restructured to form two palms to enclose the man. The winds against the walled earth defense of the man completely shattered the areas around the opposing forces that battled for supremacy.

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

"Now stop talking out of your head and behave." Jada's eyes burned with defiance as tears welled up in her eyes. The pain from his grip was excruciating, but she refused to let fear consume her. With a struggle, she forced her hand out of his grasp, her movements fueled by adrenaline. And then, in a swift and cathartic motion, she slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room. The force of the slap stunned everyone into silence. Jada's hand stung, but the rush of empowerment surged through her veins. She shouted, "I said I don't like you! You can't force me to do so!"

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.

Count out loud for me, let me hear that submission in your voice even through text. I stroke myself lightly through my slacks, picturing the smacks echoing in his room, red marks blooming on his pale skin. He's mine to mark, inside and out. Domcraver: I slapped ten on each thigh and counted out loud. My skin is now stinging. Domintothecore: That's my boy. The pain should make your cock jump. Does it? Squeeze your balls next, do it gently at first, then tighter. Roll them in your palm like you're offering them to me.