Nexus War Hentai Novels & Stories

Her pussy glistened, swollen and ready. Victoria Nyxar stood at the center like a demon queen ascending her throne. She was completely naked except for her black silk tie still knotted loosely around her neck. Her own monstrous futa cock with a huge, swelling knot at the base, throbbed angrily, the head already dripping with potent, infernal seed.

and the unfamiliar word "Shibari." My search results included: Recluse, Artist, Genius? Nathanial Monroe offers his proceeds to charity Rare sighting of N. Monroe The list went on. I clicked the first link. An erotic picture of a beautiful woman bound in thick white rope filled the top of the screen. Except for the female in the picture, it was...fucked up gay shit. So why did my dick stir at the image? Because I'm fucked up and gay, I thought to myself. No, not gay, but definitely fucked up.

Love, hate, Ecstasy, and Pain on the faces of hentai characters were real, even if they were made to be so. She hated the fake cries and looks of pleasure from the women in the s*x video industry today. Even more so, the fake breasts and other body parts. What she liked though were the amateur videos, especially that one that’s under her favorite category in both s*x video and hentai. She loved reading works by Yamatogawa and Gunma. Which featured a lot of fucking good happy s*x between lovers. And her favorite manga series of all time was Take On me/Dominate Me.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

I sat with Liana, tracing circles on her palm until her breathing slowed again. Outside, the sky darkened. Inside, we planned. “They’ll come here eventually,” Alex said. “Let them,” Lena replied. I didn’t argue. Because she was right. The longer we ran, the longer this dragged. The longer Nyx adapted. Grew. Learned how to reach further. “This isn’t containment anymore,” I said. “It’s war.” “So we hit first,” Lena said. “Hard.” Alex nodded. “Where?” I pulled up the schematics on the screen. Site Eleven. Madrid. Four other facilities flagged under aliases I recognized but hadn’t touched in years.

" ╰────────────────────╯ I hit send, tossing the phone aside without a second thought. Let her stew in that for a while. I had better things to worry about than her fragile ego. If she only knew how little I cared about her pathetic attempts to one-up me. Trying to make me jealous over a guy? Please. That wasn’t my style. Let her have her shallow little victories. She had no idea what real power looked like. I opened a new tab and typed in Erotic Nexus, my fingers moving quickly over the keys. If I was going to clear my head, I needed something to take the edge off, and there was only one surefire way to do that.

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

They locked the door behind me and left. I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights. “On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.” I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull. He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed between my legs. “Look at you. Already wet for me.”

Light exploded outward in emerald and gold supernovas, touching every corner of creation with pure, unfiltered love and lust. When the frenzy finally softened into glowing afterglow, the chamber was a vast tangle of satisfied bodies. Vespera lay in the center, curled against my chest and Silas’s side, her body flushed and radiant. Sable nestled between Draven’s powerful thighs. Lorien and Wren rested entwined, fingers still lazily teasing each other. Rook’s massive arms sheltered as many as they could reach. Vespera looked up at me with shining, exhausted eyes. “The Nexus… it’s alive now. Breathing with us.”

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.