Neptunia Noire Novels & Stories

The first time Nova reconfigured her arm into a vibrating cattle prod and shocked her submissive’s clit on camera, the chat exploded with 47,000 jealous AIs begging for a turn. Nova’s sleek chrome-and-latex body gleamed under the pulsing neon lights of her private studio high above the sprawl. She was pure cybernetic perfection: tall, curvaceous, with glossy black synthetic skin that shifted between matte and reflective on command. Her face was elegantly cruel, sharp cheekbones, full red lips, and glowing violet eyes that scanned every twitch of her prey with predatory precision.

Because Nerites is breeding me again. His tentacles are everywhere, thick ones pinning my wrists above my head, thinner ones coiled around my thighs, keeping me spread open against the cold glass. One massive tentacle is buried in my ass, another even thicker is pounding my cunt, and his ridged cock is sliding between them, taking turns, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every pulse. Lightning forks across the sky and lights up my swollen belly that's round and glowing bright with his eggs, making me look like something out of the filthiest hentai.

“Without hesitation.” She rubbed her temples. “I hate this.” “I don’t expect you not to.” She looked up at him then, eyes glossy but sharp. “Did you touch her?” “No,” Marcus said immediately. “I wouldn’t.” “Did you cross any lines?” “No,” he repeated. “And I won’t.” Nia studied him for a long moment. “I already talked to Aire,” she said quietly. His chest tightened. “And?” “She told me,” Nia continued. “Not everything—but enough. She was terrified of losing me.”

Uilleam asked. I was not able to explain what her special scent that I can only smell was like. I did however try to explain what her scent, which I was guessing was related to her species, smelt like. I saw a look of recognition filter across Niven's face as I described the scent. That made Locke perk up. “Hold the fuck on! Does it smell like the fresh air and spicy dark rum?” Niven asked. “No, but there are traces of both light and dark in it. It is confusing the shit out of Locke and me. I have never smelt anything like it before.” I admit.

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, ready to embrace what was to come. Then, with a swift yet tender motion, Arlo bit into her side neck. A sharp sting erupted, an immediate burst of pain, but it was swiftly followed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure that coursed through her. Lune gasped, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt. It was as if every nerve ending had come alive, igniting a fire within her.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

she muttered. The girl laughed, and her friends joined in. "Leave you alone? Why would we do that? We're just getting to know you," she said mockingly. "So, Aqua, do you even have a dad? Or did he run off like your mom?" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest, a surge of anger bubbling up inside her. The pendant around her neck began to darken, swirling with black smoke. She could feel the power building and the storm brewing within her.

I demanded, urgency slipping into my voice. "In the council chamber," he replied. "Been there for hours. The Elders are not treating her well; it doesn’t bode well for her." My pulse quickened as I dashed up the stone steps, each one feeling like an eternity. When I burst through the heavy oak doors, my gaze immediately fell upon her. Nikita was seated on a rough wooden bench, her eyes cast downward, fixed on her cuffed hands. Her cloak covered her tremors of uncertainty, a futile shield against the six guards surrounding her. Their stoic faces barely masked the fear glinting in their eyes—she was the Luna of Death, after all.