Fantasy Hentia Novels & Stories

Knights exchanged quick glances, hands brushing against sword hilts. “Tell us, Priestess,” another said, voice firm but cautious. Helena drew in a deep breath, steadying herself. “The apostle of the God of Lust, Heron… his essence, his power, it is unparalleled. It flows with the ability to heal and replenish life itself. The Goddess has shown me that, should I unite with him, even once, my powers will be magnified beyond what we now can comprehend.” A murmur rippled through the room. One knight cleared his throat. “You mean… you must…?”

I ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

The slit in her dress caught the light, casting a soft glow across the rich, dark skin of her thigh. “Whatever,” she grunted. The silence that followed was awkward at best. “Back to the Heathers,” Valen cut in smoothly, finally breaking the tension. “They warned us that Kyante’s prison will be heavily enchanted. The gates, the walls—even the stone itself. Layers of spells, old and cruel. So, we’ll need thistles.” “Who are the Heathers?” I asked, brow furrowed.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Arion and Arrow said together. "My, it is so nice to see you as well," Alexia replied. "And who might this be?" she asked looking at me. "This is our mate and future Luna, Rina," Arion said proudly. "My, my, the two of you for one she-wolf? The Moon Goddess certainly has an interesting way of doing things, doesn't she?" Alexia asked. "I think the Moon Goddess knows exactly what she is doing," I answered surprising myself. "Yes, of course, she does," Alexia replied while shooting daggers at me.

she raised one eyebrow. Her hair and irises were red, contrasting with the darkness around them. Something about her reminded Tiffany of her grandmother. That was because they were the Red Witches. But Ayana never gave off a particularly sinister impression and aura whereas this woman in front of her was like a demon emerging from hell. Tiffany swallowed, she could sense that Helena had some pretty powerful magic. The girl became worried for her boyfriend, "Nich-" "Go back to the manor" "What? No. Are you crazy to tell me to leave you alone with her? She's terrifying" she kept her voice as quiet as possible so that Helena wouldn't hear cause it could make her big-headed.

Hadeon gripped his crimson and gold sword and with raging eyes slash a monster in half like a melted piece of butter. Hally, who is standing beside him, waved her staff, while forming a magic circuit. Before being the manager of the Deck Orders Guild's Human Resources, she was the rank 6th Challenger— the Goddess of Miracles, Harrella Washington. Despite her small built, young-looking face and distinct braided twin-tails. She is an unmovable force that single-handedly supported a hundred Challengers with her high-tier magic buff enchantments simultaneously. In a snap, multi-layered enchantments appeared below the offensive and defensive team boosting their firepower and defenses ten-fold.

DANTE What in the fuck was happening right now? We were all watching as markings, writing, appeared all over Imeela’s skin. Janina and Hesthes walked closer to her, examining what they saw. There seemed to be some recognition of whatever it was. “This is a very old dialect,” Hesthes said, tilting her head to get a better angel. “It’s a protective incantation from Hecate herself.” “It’s also a power amplification. ‘When my phoenix rises, its blue flames will vanquish’ is what this part says,” Janina added.

He shakes his head, “He has every other sanguidae to take care of, I didn’t want to bother him unless I absolutely had to.” Henet’s eyes are burning blood-red, alive with hunger, but her skin looks sickly. Instead of her usual latte-coloured skin, it looks almost grey and there are deep circles under her large doe-eyes. Her dark brown hair that just passes her shoulders is wild and unkempt, and her small, lanky 4’9 frame looks fragile, though even I know as small and fragile as she looks, she could snap us all in half in seconds. “Isn’t there something you can do?” Aqen begs me.

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