Vegeta Kneeling Novels & Stories

Holding his Khortaal before him, he waited for the creature’s next assault. It never came. The beast was flung back in the same manner as the first had been, tumbling through another section of wall near the door. Andric saw Kayse standing to one side, breathing heavily, his hands shaking as he held them before himself. “Thank you,” he breathed. The Kulavaar nodded. They watched in horror as their foes got up, rising to come at them again. The one whose tendons Andric had cut was pulling itself toward the house with its huge arms, intent on getting to them.

In that moment, it made absolute sense why every Alpha feared his name. When the sound of the crushing blows finally ceased, absolute silence fell over the courtyard. The dust began to clear, and as the haze thinned, I caught the faint glow of the dark aura streaming off Vane's skin. My breath caught in my throat. Vane was still standing in the exact same spot, completely unmoved. His arms were crossed tightly in an X-position over his chest, blocking every single one of Kael's continuous strikes. Deep, hardened black veins bulged out along his feet and ankles, anchoring him into the shattered ground where he had absorbed the full force of Kael's assault.

"Now, we haven't had knee time today. You may kneel on the blanket." Shasta stepped into the center of the throw and knelt in the way he'd shown her, sitting back on her heels with her hands, palms up, resting on her thighs. Closing her eyes was automatic. Blake stepped in front of her, placing his right foot between her thighs. Tenderly, he stroked her hair, and she let out a contented sigh. "Knee time is good, isn't it, kitten?" "Yes, Daddy," she murmured.

Denver kneels and puts his arms on the back of his head. Angelito notices that his head his aligned on his crotch. He gives an enigmatic smile out of his amusement and excitement. “I will help and forgive you if you suck me good.”

Benard was on splayed knees with his torso dipped, spine arched and ass arched up. His elbows jutted out at the sides, forearms resting flat with his left wrist draped over the right. His chin rested on the back of his left palm, chest bucking forward on repeat, nipples rubbing against the mat. Lucas was kneeling behind the brunet, hands on the latter's hips. His own hips swung back and forth with profound dedication. As if ramming that trembling ass crucial to world salvation. The sound of skin determinedly clashing against skin echoed in the arched corridor.

It stood motionless before me, its hollow, glowing eyes fixed on my own, and then, slowly, deliberately, it lowered itself, folding down onto one knee in the frozen dirt exactly the way Tessa and the others had knelt before me months ago, an act of submission so absolute and unexpected that the entire battlefield seemed to still around us. I stood frozen, my blade still raised, staring down at a creature that should have torn through our defenses without effort, kneeling instead as though I'd commanded it directly, though I had done nothing, said nothing, understood nothing about how or why this had just happened at all.

Peter with his fresh bruises, Cerene clinging to him like she had won. The backyard stayed silent except for the light wind moving through the trees. “What makes you think I’ll accept it?” I asked finally, my voice calm and even.

Even Thea screamed along with them. She didn’t even look my way. Didn’t ask how I’d managed to convince him. I stood there silently, watching as Mr. Ashford stepped fully into his role, commanding the rink with nothing but his presence. His muscles were obvious even beneath the casual clothes he wore, and I sensed that some of the players had stopped just to stare at him too. Given how the ladies were screaming for him as if they had never seen a man before, I wondered what was so special about him or why they were reacting that way.

He was looking at Rita and Aria. Slowly Victor lowered his body. His knees hit the floor right in front of the table. He did not care about the mud soaking into his pants. He did not care that the old man behind the counter was watching him. He made himself small. He was kneeling there in the dirt like a begger waiting for a piece of bread. He lifted his hands. He placed his palms flat on the floorboards. His head was bowed down toward the ground. He looked completely defeated. He was a man stripped of everything he ever owned. He was left with nothing but a bleeding heart.

(Master Assassin Kyle) The Assassin Master that has been arrogant all these time, were brought to his knees in a mere fraction of a seconds. He is now sitting on his but on the ground, clutching his right knee caps that is now in a mess of bloods and a hole. He could not comprehend what had just happened, his right knee cap were blasted open by Commissioner Layla simple gesture.