Nexus War Hentai Novels & Stories

He had always been frightened of the scary sculptures and the carvings on the two storey high shelves. He searched for hours but couldn't find any book related to the blood moon beast. He got tired an rested on one of the shelves and to his greatest surprise the shelf rolled inwards and he found himself in another room. Taz guessed the room had been unused for so many years, as everywhere was covered with Spider webs. Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

But the moment he stepped into the chamber, his eyes drifted. They landed on the bed—on the bruised, torn body of the warlord’s bride. On the marks she hadn’t spoken of. The pain she’d borne in silence. Rhazien moved instantly, faster than thought. He positioned himself between them with a force that cracked the air. A snarl tore from his throat, reverberating like a tremor through the chamber. "Look at her again and I'll rip the sight from your skull." The Spymaster flinched, then dropped his gaze to the floor.

He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him. After he was done . He went to the washroom to take a shower. When he came out he saw Sunna waking up. "Hi, are you fine, hottie? " said Nikhil with a smirk on his face. Sunna noticed white load coming out of her vagina. "I am fine " saying this, she went to the washroom. He followed her to the washroom. "Sir, you are here" said Sunna, seeing Nikhil inside the washroom "Ye, I am here. I just want to see you bathe. Do you have any problems?"

The man was rarely home, leaving his gorgeous wife alone in this big house. The diagnostic finished. Elias clicked through the folders to clear some junk files and free up space. That’s when he saw the folder named “Private – Do Not Open.” His cursor hovered. He knew he shouldn’t. But curiosity won. He double-clicked. Dozens of video files and image folders spilled across the screen. Hentai thumbnails loaded instantly. Busty older women getting absolutely destroyed by younger hotter guys with massive cocks. Breeding captions. “Step-Mom Gets Knocked Up.” Rough throat-fucking. Anal creampies. One paused video showed a woman who looked eerily similar to Rebecca on her knees, face covered in cum

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

“W-what routine?” Darren stalked forward, his green eyes blazing with dark hunger. “You. Naked. On your knees. We’ve been hard all day thinking about this tight little college pussy and those perky tits. You’re going to be our shared stress-relief toy from now on. Every evening and you'll do it with zero arguments.” My breath hitched, shame and terrifying arousal crashing through me. “We’re family… This is wrong. So fucking wrong.”

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

I deliver her kisses just as I had received them, my groin going hard and hungry for her. ma mère this woman was driving me crazy, the only thing keeping me going during this crazy war and training was the thought of her and being able to see and touch her come evening. I wanted her so badly, to make her mine, to have her by my side forever. I cradle her neck as my other free hands roams her breasts, her peaks hard against my skin, the slightest touch releasing purrs of consent.