Nexus War Hentai Novels & Stories

A declaration of fucking war. Nyra Hearthe was back.

I am struggling to keep a straight face. “Being pregnant makes me more dangerous, Aiden!” She pouted. “You are dangerous at any time, mojito. But you are having a hard time climbing stairs right now. How do you think you will fair in a fight with an Alpha?” Nyx pulls forward, “Oh, I will fare really well, Aiden. That guy is a royal asshole. I don’t like that he lied and wanted you to wait six months. There is a war coming and he is burning through our timeline!”

she whispered, to fate, to the Continuum, to anyone who thought they could write her ending. But the bond didn’t move. It didn’t snap or tighten. It just settled, a living thing, both promise and threat, waiting for her to decide what came next. Not claimed. Not closed. Just…waiting. Nyxara opened her eyes, gaze steady and voice flat. “This changes nothing about the war.” The rival mate grinned, teeth glinting in the violet light. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” The new mate nodded, eyes sharp. “Because the Continuum just made their next move.”

The Warlord growled and cupped the girl's chin, forcing her to look down at her public muff enjoined with her male captor's as she writhed atop Darshic's penis, feeling every inch of his prick grazing her inner walls. "No...Please!" Jelana moaned, her twat creaming up around the girth of the awful shaft, milking Darshic toward his own release as the squelchy-wet sound of his cock pumping her aroused pussy now echoed through the ruined village of Namh-Jhong. The slender girl closed her eyes, her nipples standing out on her breasts in tiny spikes of matching arousal, trying to fend off the impending orgasm as it swept through her young, tortured body like a tsunami. The Warlord Kresh grunted w

Now, he had no way to escape. Nathaniel was pinned to the wall, with his pants down to his ankles, his clothes open, with Chaos and Erebos on either side sucking each nipple while between his spread legs are Nix and Hecate, taking turns with his cock, sucking it. enter by stabbing his hole between his legs so he's stuck to the wall.

Then Nero said something to Kade and turned his head and the line of his throat was RIGHT THERE and I was thinking about tracing the venom lines and the headband and just feel he'd said and his hands in my hair and I was absolutely going to tell Jade about the bedpost situation and Zaya was going to completely lose her— WE ARE AT WAR, Parrot screamed internally. CREATURES. CHIMERA. BLOOD MOON. TONIGHT. PEOPLE ARE GOING TO DIE REMI— "I know—" THEN WHY ARE YOU CATALOGUING HIS THROAT— "It's a good throat—" IT IS AN EXCEPTIONAL THROAT AND THAT IS NOT THE POINT— Nero's hand landed on my knee under the table. Just there. Warm. Flat. Grounding. Oh, Parrot said. Oh that helped. Stay.

He was the Eastern Warzone Master, Gaia Amatsu. The one on the right was a gentleman that looked elegant, but each move he made screamed viciousness and brutality. He was the Central Warzone Master, Baron Von Doom. “Andrius Moonshade! How audacious of you!” “Andrius Moonshade! What do you think you are doing!?” The two of them roared like dragons as they stopped Andrius. Kabaam! The two of them jumped in front of the Emperor to block Andrius’ sudden attack. Both of them glared at Andrius fiercely.

“What do you mean?” He stared at her like she must be joking with him. Slowly he said, “We were at war because the government wanted access to the magnamite ore that District 4 has in abundance. I overheard Dad one night, so I snuck into his office and found the paperwork documenting the diversion.” Her heart was beating loudly in her ears. Nyla corrected him. “No, we were at war with District 4 because they attacked us.”

The silence in the room hums, thick with promise. I ease back against the pillows and let my legs fall open, unabashed. War's gaze drops to my pussy—slick, swollen, aching—and he exhales a ragged curse. "Fuck." "God, I wanna taste her so bad," Niko groans from the edge of the bed. "Wait your turn," Mason murmurs, his voice calm but edged with command. I turn my head just in time to see him pop open Niko's jeans. His hand slides inside, his fingers wrapping around his silky-steel cock.

A War Puppet, the dream of every warlock, naturally possessed unique qualities. How fierce! Mister Xeno panicked, shouting, "Let the Sacred Scorpion engage the enemy. Everyone else, retreat quickly!" The strength of the War Puppet was no joke. Anyone below the level of Lord of War was mere cannon fodder. Without absolute strength superiority, engaging meant certain death. Hiss! Seizing a slow runner, the War Puppet effortlessly tore them apart with a single motion. Even a master at the level of Martial Overlord was no match. "Hmph, I want to see how strong you really are!" Mister Xeno's fighting spirit surged as a fiery red snake coiled around his shoulder, eager for action. Seizing the oppo