My Kik is Dudedala

Anyone fond of cannibalism and kids should talk to me!

Anime girls and real girls included

Hi I am looking for 2 Guro doujinshi. I'll describe them, one was in english and involved the rape and murder of a fox anthro. It was in english and she was being raped and after they raped her they forced bricks in her cunt. The other Doujin involved a loli that was raped and a man stuffed her pussy with roaches, I think I remember it being called "CockRoach".

Made a couple of SFM captures over the weekend, they aren't the best but hopefully ill start getting better. I will take requests if you want but don't flood me with them. I don't have many models right now anyways. (I will be using dropbox links because it is a set of photos)

Post your Would You Rathers here, n stuff.

Here's 2.

Would you rather cut somebodys dick off, or get your own cut off?

Would you rather eat someone elses dick, or cut your own off?

Does anyone have the latest Quoom galleries ?

For example Safe Passage, Marie Stuart, Queen Zenobia or Conquered Part 3 ?

I would freakin love it

On the Internet can not find 黄金風景(GOLD DUST) ep6-7 and 黄金体験 ep1-4 download
this is a excellent scat comics
who have these downloads or browse online share,thank!

1.黄金風景～兄妹総集編～
http://www.toranoana.jp/mailorder/article/04/2000/00/58/042000005896.html?n=recommend

2.黄金風景6
http://www.dmm.co.jp/dc/doujin/-/detail/=/cid=d_083847/?dmmref=ListRanking&i3_ref=list&i3_ord=6

3.黄金風景7
http://www.dmm.co.jp/dc/doujin/-/detail/=/cid=d_099469/?dmmref=DetailOtherWorks&i3_ref=recommend&i3_ord=2


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I want to be cannibalized.

look for pictures from this artist that was on pixiv but his account good deleted a few month back.

So if anyone's familiar with MNF club, there's a lot of premium costumes for female player models, I'd like to ask if anyone can make some snuff art using said costumes. That'd be great! Thanks

hi, for the past few months i have been trying to find a way to process payments without my content being flagged. for a while i was going through Patreon, but i had to cut all ties to my website (eyeteeth.club) because of their content restrictions. there are similar issues with using PayPal and other processing options.

i have considered getting around this through a cutout site. however, this seems very risky, all it would take is one person reporting me to Patreon and i would lose my Patreon account completely. so that doesn't seem like a good long term solution.

does anyone know of a good way to process payments with verification, that doesn't risk the payment processor cutting off due to content?

tl;dr: Outworld invades Earth via a fusion of the two realms... but ends up in the wrong dimension, one where a tale of souls and swords is eternally retold. Ivy Valentine finds out she's hopelessly overmatched when it comes to Mortal Kombat.

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Ivy moaned softly as she swayed back and forth in the arena known as The Pit, a dazed look on her battered face. A trickle of blood and drool ran out of her pouty purple-painted lips, and her short white hair was disheveled, tossed to and fro from the dominatrix's beating. Ivy's right arm hung limply at her side, weapon lost to the abyss, her severed formerly armored left arm lying discarded on the floor. Her large breasts jiggled as she tottered on her high-heeled boots, barely able to keep her balance on the narrow, dimly lit bridge. Ivy's skimpy costume was even more so now, having been practically torn to shreds in her struggle. Her massive tits were exposed to the world, succulent wine-colored nipples blood-engorged and stiff with excitement. Bruises dotted the pale ivory flesh of Ivy's breasts, belly, and thick thighs. The defeated domina's plump ass was entirely revealed, the fabric of her thong hanging loosely over the valley of Ivy's ass-crack. Pink open-faced hand marks were visible on the smooth flesh, welts rising where Ivy had been spanked into submission. Those same hand marks were visible on the tall woman's elegant throat, showing where she had been throttled. A steady drip-drip of honey came from her inflamed white-tufted pussy as Ivy swayed, the musky fluid dripping into the small puddle on the ground below. The slightly spread petals twitched in anticipation as a spectral voice filled the air:

"FINISH HER!"

With the command echoing through the air, Ivy's opponent approached her, his cyborg eye glinting. Ivy tried to shrink away, but her battered body would not respond. Instead, all she could do was cry out weakly as Kano grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees, her face staring right at his throbbing erection.

"'ey sheila, fancy a fuck? Not like you got much of a choice," Kano laughed, hand releasing Ivy's hair to brandish his knife. "Don't even think about biting or I'll be wearing your head around my cock."

Ivy obediently wrapped her lips around his manhood, tongue slurping and cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on him. Kano grunted with pleasure and chuckled as he looked down at the once-proud woman servicing him. He didn't know what dimension Outworld had overlaid onto - this was certainly Earth, but not the time he had come from. Of course, his adopted homeland fusing with what looked to be a medieval copy of Earth was a boon to him indeed - his modern technology might as well be magic. Riches and bitches could be his. Warriors wandered the relatively lawless land, and he was stronger than any of them, especially the lovely female ones he had spotted. Kano's depraved mind burned with the desire to defeat them and take them, Ivy only the first of his planned prizes.

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Sincere question to you guys. I'm happy right now! Cuddling my puppy, enjoying some guro and playing some games! How are you guys doing?

Could a mod please delete all that 'alternate timelines' crap from the lit board and hopefully restore the stories that were pushed off because of it?

so i just found out that im not alone and that other people have naughty fantasies like me!!!! i want to chat more about the fantasies im discovering about myself but i dont raelly know where to go for that..

stuff i think i like:
-getting hunted
-getting killed (headshots, neck snaps, strangling, hanging, neck-slit, neck-chomped, beheaded.. )
-getting "played with" after im killed ;)
-getting eaten (monster or animal)
-getting stuffed/roasted like a chicken (i had this fantasy ever since i was like 6 lol)
-maybe other stuff too???

so ya if you want to chat with me about any of this stuff reply here.. i have a discord thing but i nvr used it much..

so amazing to kno other people have these fantasies!!!! ok so ya leave a message :)

Setsuka bit back a moan as she played with herself, one hand cupping her large breasts, the other kneading her sopping pussy. Her kimono fanned out around her, her sheer purple top stretched over the top of sizeable bosom for easier access to her alabaster titflesh, and her white panties pulled to the side to reveal her shaven pussy. The reason for her excitement slept soundly on his back a few feet below her perch on the barn loft - Heishiro Mitsurugi, the man that had slain her master. And now, the blonde swordmistress would secure her revenge with her own hand - after it finished its current business, of course. Setsuka's arousal grew as she fantasized about what would transpire in a few minutes. It had been easy to track him to this abandoned barn in the desolate wasteland of Soul Edge's influence - a trail of destruction followed the samurai. It would be just as easy to finally destroy him, Setsuka thought to herself as she tweaked her stiff nipples. She'd jump down while he was still asleep, and take his head. Not a fair fight - but there was no point in fairness in taking revenge on the man that must have cheated in order to slay her master, who had taught her everything she knew about swordsmanship.

After that bloody work, Setsuka imagined as her elegant fingers eagerly worked her dripping cunt tunnel, she'd get herself off with his severed head - rubbing her pussy all over her trophy until it glistened with her honey. It was only fair, after what had happened the last time they fought. Setsuka's pleasure-slick vagina pulsed as she remembered the humiliation - her sword knocked away, being forced to her knees with his blade at her neck, the feeling of him using her long blond hair as a leash, the taste of his cock in her mouth, and the feeling of his seed raining down on her face and cleavage. He had left her lying on the ground after claiming the spoils of victory, his jizz painting her body and the kimono that her master had gifted her. Shame had filled Setsuka as her fingers had pushed into her panties to slip into her inflamed pussy as she lay defeated, bringing herself to squirting orgasm as she fantasized that it was her master's cock that she had worshipped, her master's seed that she was scooping off her tits in order to lick clean, her master that had overcome her and taken what he wanted from her body, not the man that had slain him.

Yes... it was only fair that she return the favor, Setsuka thought to herself as she looked down, only to see a sight that made her breath quicken as an even more cruel revenge wiggled its way into her thoughts. Mitsurugi must be having a pleasant dream, Setsuka observed as she gazed at the tent he was pitching in his hakama as he slept - it would be a shame if something were to interrupt that in the worst way.

Setsuka bit her lip to avoid crying out as lust rushed through her, her orgasm bubbling over at the thought of slicing off the samurai's erection. Her voluptuous body quivered, fingers clamping down hard on her stiff dark pink nipple and pearly clit. Her shapely ass humped forward into the air as she squirted, a crystalline spray of her juices launching from her spasming pussy off the loft to soak the wooden floor beneath. It took her a few minutes to recover, her bountiful chest rising and falling with her panting, before she reclothed herself, pulling her top back over her tits and adjusting her panties back over her pussy - the white fabric nearly turning slightly transparent from the wet petals they contained. Setsuka straightened her kimono and climbed down, her sandals making muffled creaks on the wooden floor as she strode towards the slumbering samurai. Time to finish off her unsuspecting target.

Except Mitsurugi was not nearly as unaware as she hoped. True, he had been in the grip of quite a pleasant dream a few seconds ago - a memory of his final victory weeks ago over his rival Taki. The kunoichi clad in a skintight red bodysuit had been a thorn in his side for quite a while. They had clashed several times all across Japan and Europe in the quest for soul edge, each battle ending in frustrating stalemate. It had been particularly frustrating to him, watching hearing Taki's shrill, almost sexual cries as she fought, her massive tits jiggling and bouncing with every motion. She had taunted and teased him each time they fought, flaunting that voluptuous body while laughing at his inability to take her down. He had stared at the kunoichi's round ass retreating into the distance multiple times, another battle ending in her escaping to ambush him at some point in the future yet another time.

So it had come to his delight when he finally overcame her, his sword powering through Taki's defenses to plant squarely into her toned belly. He fondly remembered that feeling of his body pressing into hers as he stepped into his thrust, feeling the rigid tension of battle in her frame dissipate as her mind registered her defeat. His frustration was translated to a cruel sense of victory as he saw blossoms of blood erupt around the cold steel, soaking the front and back of her bodysuit with darker red patches as she bled out. That sense of triumph only intensified as Taki dropped her swords, her hands fumbling desperately over his in an attempt to pull herself off the blade. He had looked directly into her face, drinking in the shock in her teary brown eyes, observing the trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her luscious lips to stain her mask. Her breasts had heaved mightily as she struggled, her engorged nipples catching his eye with their stiffness as they poked out of her bodysuit.

A sense of power filled Mitsurugi as he threw Taki to the ground, forcing his body on top of hers as he beat away her weak struggles. He felt even more satisfied as he penetrated her, when he realized that her pussy was already dripping wet and waiting for him. He wasn't the only one delighted with his victory - it seemed Taki's body was also taking great pleasure from her defeat and complete submission to her rival.

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Hey, you all might recognise me as the writter for Waifu Wars. Well I'm gonna have to go on a short hiatus for the rest of November due to a personal project not related to the site. But I decided hey this would be the perfect time to start another seriues idea I had. It's kinda like the DBX to Waifu Wars. Instead of a long drawn out fight some sexy fictional ladies just get killed. Feel free to suggest victims!

Anna hovered over her seemingly lifeless wife, her long dark brown hair hanging down and into her wife's face.

"I love you, Aurora." She whispered as she leaned down to deliver a soft and gentle kiss to her wife's blue lips, which did not return the affection.

Aurora's long strawberry blonde hair laid spread out over the bed, except her bangs that were a mess across her face, which Anna gently moved aside.

Anna proceeded to kiss Aurora's neck, biting and nibbling as she went, slowly making her way down Aurora's chest. As she twisted Aurora's nipples, she could feel they were rock solid and knew her wife was incredibly horny. She moved on
and continued to go down Aurora's body, giving affection every second.

Finally, she arrived down where Aurora was wet and yearning for her. Anna massaged Aurora's clit, then gave it a quick peck, and started to finger her precious, lifeless-like wife.

Aurora didn't pull or invite Anna inside of her in the slightest. She just laid there, unmoving.


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“C’mon, you little slut!” Thessali blurted out angrily as she and her friend dragged the little five foot elf that had been tainted by the void along. A length of nylon rope hung slung over her shoulders. “Let’s go for a walk in the woods, ok bitch?” she snorted in a huff.

Galilada whimpered anxiously, a cloth bandana covering her mouth plus her own pair of panties preventing coherent speech. Her wrists were bound behind her back, preventing her from putting up much of a struggle. Her coal black hair waved at her shoulders as she was dragged along in her white blouse and mageweave skirt, her knee-high black boots leaving little drag marks along the trail. The wooden cart she had been held hostage in during the ride out sure seemed like a lot better proposition than the one she was now facing!

“Are you sure about this, Danellia?” Thessali’s partner in crime Iliaravi asked as she warily looked all around. Three miles up an old service route towards the Dawnstar spire in the ghostlands and then another mile and a half walk had not been a part of her plans for an enjoyable friday evening. Besides, wasn’t this the place where that recent rangers had gone missing with a larger than normal troll activity.

“This is PERFECT!” the raven haired elf blurted out.

“But what about the forest trolls?”

“Don’t you get it, Iliaravi?” Thessali chuckled evilly. “They will get the blame for what we’re going to do to this little piece of shit!” Then she grabbed Galilada’s chin and gave it a good shake, laughing as she added, “Ain’t that right, sweetie?”

Galilada cried out again as she tried to resist them. But Thessali was 5’ 6”; Iliaravi at least a couple inches taller. They outweighed her and she was in no position to make an escape.

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Tell me your thoughts, it'll definitely effect weather I make more.
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White clouds, the ever blue sky, the rainbow patterns of bright sunlight piercing gemstone walls. In this ascended place not one soul follies into accidental sin and so much the same, none go without rest, food, and jubilee. Their ages reach upwards of the billions but not a human face goes beyond 25. Glass armor and gold swords like children prepped for play, every human knows this place so well.

Heaven.

On cherished wings, in hallowed halls, in the shadow of every pillar and at the peak of every night, there in every bit of darkness sleeps a single untouched vermin. Gathering strength, crawling up the opalescent pillars and sinking into every stagnant crystal blue puddle in the street, there is a disease. Making it's way ever faster towards the heart of the highest city.

The rot...

"Please! Help me!"


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Nobles and Clones

A World of Decadence and Snuff

(snuff, casual, young, more to come)

The story will be written from the perspective of both Clones and Nobles. I don’t do scat or brainplay or babies, but feedback is GREATLY appreciated and I can probably work most requests into future chapters. I write when I get the time and when the muse strikes, but I plan to keep it going for a while. I have no interest in men, straight sex, or male victims, so if I include a male character, they will be in passing, or a platonic friend in almost all cases. The first entry will establish the world and goes into a lot more exposition. Future posts won’t be quite as long.

If being the Noble girl is an idea that appeals to you, PLEASE ask for my yahoo/skype. I really love the thought of playing the Clone. The first victim is very much modeled on myself. <3

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Premise

It was the year 3000. Mankind had brought itself to the edge of extinction some centuries earlier, by way of nuclear war. In the wake of the devastation, most of the surviving population was left unable to produce offspring, with only a few hundred bloodlines left able to procreate. These families had inherited all of the wealth of planet Earth, and when the war had ended, they had made changes. Society was divided into two groups, aristocrats, those of the stable bloodlines, and slaves, those grown in cloning facilities to cater to the every whim and want of the nobles. Cloning had been perfected in the wake of the wars, it was cheap and easy, and with the cheapness of cloning came the cheapness of cloned life. Clones were grown of past celebrities or designed from scratch, on the whim of the creator. The nobles grew hundreds or thousands of slaves for each of them, then had to deal with overpopulation. The result was that clones were killed as a regular part of life.


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