Fantasy Hentia Novels & Stories

She pulled Hestia closer, as she felt the Princess high approaching fast. "YES!!! RIGHT THERE!!! FUCK!!!" Hestia screamed, then after a few pumps her pleasure explode against Hecate's fingers. Hecate helps Hestia come down from her high, then after seconds Hestia slumps her body against Hecate, Hecate pulled her fingers out of Hestia, then she put her coated fingers inside her mouth and licks her fingers clean. Hecate and Hestia are still standing. Hecate gently lifts Hestia off the ground, and Hestia instantly wrapped her arms around Hecate's neck and legs around Hecate's waist.

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha

When the light disappeared they saw a very beautiful creature, its eyes blindfolded, and holding a sword and small scales, they knew it very well, because it was one of the three Supreme Being brothers who created Mundo da Fantasia, none other than Supreme Dea Justo. Astonishment drew everyone's faces, so Floresta Encantada manager Òtima Maè Aurelia Picosa, the oldest Legendary Holder holding the Hold of Youth, asked, so she doesn't grow old and remains a Child, depending on her size, physique and face. she can be mistaken for a ten -year -old girl but the truth is that she has lived in Mundo da Fantasia for 500 years and was one of those who fought on the Dark Continent during their conques

As she rounded a few trees the sound of tree branches rustling made her look up. Her eyes went wide. There, hanging like a fly wrapped in a spider's webbing, was a mint green-skinned...something...entangled in a gnarly looking net at least twenty feet off the ground. Helia blinked, not believing what she was seeing. Her skin color was indeed strange but she also had large transparent wings sprouting from her back that looked like a cross between a dragonfly and a butterfly. Helia almost thought "fairy" but she wasn't tiny, she was human-sized.

"Alright, alright. I’ll take it that you’re from the countryside and have never seen the world. The exchange rate in the market is one elementary spirited crystal for one hundred premium spirited stones, and one elementary spirited crystal can only be used for a ten-day stay in a normal guest room. Don’t look at me like that; I’m not conning you." Fane nodded and did not continue to dawdle with this guy. After taking his room key, he went straight to the second floor of the inn. This was Fane’s second day in the Hestia Continent, and everything was new to him during his first day here. After randomly asking a passerby some questions, he learned about what sort of a world the Hestia Continent

Not anger. Interest. “Lucien interferes,” the Hellsent adds. “He shields her.” The presence shifts. “Lucien was never meant to choose,” it murmurs. “He was forged to obey.” “What is your will?” the Hellsent asks. A pause. Then— “Send the Fang.” The Hellsent bows, dissolving. Above ground, something stirs in distant territories. Something with teeth. Aurelia She sits by the window as sunlight creeps into the room, wrapped in borrowed linen that still smells faintly of pine and shadow.

One out of the thousands nameplate was glowing brightly. Everyone within the hall knew the nameplate hadn't glowed for thousands of years but, for it to glow now, while the owner was serving his exile sentence, was odd. The hardworking snails moved out of their stations and crowded the wall to have a good look at the glowing nameplate. The entire hall was filled with soft murmurs when they read the words written on the golden plate. 'Entry permission requested for Hue Hedo (God of Comfort, Resident of Fantasy) and Jennet Hedo (Human, Resident of Reality)

Driven by an ancestral call that seemed to roar in her veins, Helena stood up and walked toward the beast. “Dante,” she whispered, her voice acting like a balm over the golden flames of his gaze. The moment she extended her hand and touched the rough fur and volcanic heat of the creature’s chest, the connection was absolute. A vision erupted in Helena’s mind: centuries of burned forests, howls under blood moons, and a lineage of women who, like her, had been the anchor for beings like this. She felt the pain of Dante’s solitude, the eternal battle not to lose himself in darkness, and the invisible mark on her own Thorne soul shining with a secret violet light.

Okay? “It is not just any random forest. It is the Enchanted Forest, the territory of Henrietta, a powerful witch. She has set barriers and traps around the entire forest,” Derek said, and my eyes widened. Wait. How was I supposed to cross a forest laid out with traps of a witch?

Isabelle and Philip worked from the rooftop, while Jerry and Aria made their way inside. The first room was empty. The second, too. But in the third— Helena. She stood before a server wall, her silver hair pinned up, fingers flying across a virtual screen. She turned slowly as Aria stepped forward. “I was expecting him,” Helena said, her voice like cold water. “But you’re more interesting.” Aria kept her stance firm. “You built Hekate.” “I gave it life. Creed gave it purpose.” Jerry leveled his voice. “What purpose? Control?”