Her hair whipped wildly around her face, each breath she took coming in hot and sharp, chest heaving as though her lungs were trying to match the furious pace of her heartbeat. She planted her feet, toes digging into the floor, and clenched her fists so tight the veins along her forearms and biceps looked ready to burst.
Every fiber of muscle across her body swelled in unison — delts bunching like coiled stone, traps rising to frame her neck, arms flaring outward as if to make space for their own impossible size. Her abs were locked solid, the deep grooves between each slab twitching with the tension she was forcing into every inch of herself.
Her glare could cut steel.
A low growl built in her throat, growing until it roared past her bared teeth. Her whole body flexed harder, legs like tree trunks twisting with bands of muscle so thick they quaked under their own density. The motion sent shockwaves up her frame, making her pecs jump violently, shoulders spreading wider with every pulse.
She wasn’t just posing. She was daring anyone — anyone — to try and stop her.
And from the sheer, furious energy radiating off her, it was clear: nobody in their right mind would.
Federico Costa
2025-08-05 01:44:02 +0000 UTC