Nexus War Hentai Novels & Stories

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

Nova whispered, voice hoarse, even as her pussy gave one last involuntary squeeze around him. Jax smirked, leaning down to kiss her roughly—less angry this time, but still possessive. “Good. Because I still fucking hate you too.” But as they lay there, still joined, both of them knew the truth. This was only the beginning. The war wasn’t over. It had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

The Architecture of the Void They weren't in a room. They were in a conduit. The Nexus was a vast, obsidian-colored cathedral that stretched for what seemed like light-years in every direction. Above them, instead of a ceiling, was a river of data—trillions of glowing threads representing the lives, memories, and biological codes of everyone who had ever lived in the "Earth Simulation."

There was still no sign of Claire. "Mr. Worthington, you should go back. It's too dangerous here." Sam said nothing. He simply pulled a photo from his backpack. It was Claire at twenty, standing beneath a cherry blossom tree, smiling radiantly. "I'll find her," he said. "If she's alive, I'll see her in person. If she's dead... I want to see her body." In the warzone, dusk always came without warning. The sky burned a smoky crimson, stained by gunpowder and ash. From a distance, scattered gunfire echoed faintly, a cruel reminder of the land's unrest.

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

Tracey frowned. "Uh, I think it's a game. 3D games for adults," Johanna said, creasing her brows and darting her eyes toward Connor, who was busy playing on his phone—something unrelated to hentai games. "Hentai games!" Keira exclaimed as the girls looked at the monitor. "You know about such things?" Alicia asked. "Uh-huh," Keira winked. But then she frowned when her husband made the 3D girl on the monitor reach a squirting orgasm faster than Ian could. "Oh, fuck." She shook her head. "I'm going to beat up my husband."

Rhea The wax kept coming. Fourteen landed with cruel precision, thicker this time, splattering just above my clit and running in a slow, molten rivulet down the left side of my hood. The fresh heat kissed already tortured nerves and my whole pelvis spasmed, inner walls fluttering violently around nothing, a lewd, rhythmic sucking motion they could both see. “Fourteen,” I choked out, voice splintered.

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

Dante said, being cut off again. “He wants a war.” Rosie said next to her. “He wants to take control of all packs and be king with his army of - “Abominations.” Matt burleted out a word. “”No that won't work…” Matt said thinking out loud. “Werewolves X…no that makes them sound cooler than us.” Matt muttered to himself. “Whatever. We're going to war.” Dante blurted, being frustrated. “Wow…”Nora said out loud, looking at them.