helen Parr is a dead superhero. Helen is a robust, large-breasted, thick-ass, chubby, 38-year-old white, grey-skinned woman. Helen has a disheveled brunette bob cut. She lies on her back, legs sprawled a part and raised up in stirrups. Her large breasts are flopped apart and sag onto and rest on the table. She wears a shredded orange latex bodysuit exposing her breasts and nipples. Her black panties are pulled down to her knees. helen wears black heeled boots. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her chin is slack. Her long tongue has fallen out of her bloody, extremely wide-open mouth. Her tongue sags down and rests on the examining table. She is nearly decapitated. Her extremely bloody neck is cut. There is a large bloody hole where her face used to be. Her arms sag off the table onto the floor. There are two bloody holes on her pelvis. There are three bloody holes on her chest. She lactates vigorously. Yellow water trickles from her vagina and puddles. Her wide, bloodshot, bulging brown eyes are dead. Her daughter, 19-year-old Violet, lies dead, slumped on top of Helen. Violet Parr is a dead superhero lying on her back in the city morgue on top of Helen. Violet is a slender, fit, perky, 19-year-old pale white girl with a great ass. She has long, disheveled dark-purple hair with a yellow hairband. Her face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her chin is slack. Her tongue has fallen out of her bloody, wide-open mouth. She wears a shredded orange latex bodysuit. Her bloodied breasts and nipples are exposed. Her black panties are pulled down to her knees. Their legs are intertwined. Their breasts rub against each other. They are nearly kissing. There are two bloody gunshot holes on their heads. Violet's bloody face has sunken. Tiny bits of Violet's bloody brain have been blown out of her head. Violet is sucking on Helen's breast. Violet has a massive bloody gunshot hole on her chest. Helen and Violet are stacked in a sexy body pile. There is a massive bloody gunshot hole on Violet's head.

helen Parr is a dead superhero. Helen is a robust, large-breasted, thick-ass, chubby, 38-year-old white, grey-skinned woman. Helen has a disheveled brunette bob cut. She lies on her back, legs sprawled a part and raised up in stirrups. Her large breasts are flopped apart and sag onto and rest on the table. She wears a shredded orange latex bodysuit exposing her breasts and nipples. Her black panties are pulled down to her knees. helen wears black heeled boots. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her chin is slack. Her long tongue has fallen out of her bloody, extremely wide-open mouth. Her tongue sags down and rests on the examining table. She is nearly decapitated. Her extremely bloody neck is cut. There is a large bloody hole where her face used to be. Her arms sag off the table onto the floor. There are two bloody holes on her pelvis. There are three bloody holes on her chest. She lactates vigorously. Yellow water trickles from her vagina and puddles. Her wide, bloodshot, bulging brown eyes are dead. Her daughter, 19-year-old Violet, lies dead, slumped on top of Helen. Violet Parr is a dead superhero lying on her back in the city morgue on top of Helen. Violet is a slender, fit, perky, 19-year-old pale white girl with a great ass. She has long, disheveled dark-purple hair with a yellow hairband. Her face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her chin is slack. Her tongue has fallen out of her bloody, wide-open mouth. She wears a shredded orange latex bodysuit. Her bloodied breasts and nipples are exposed. Her black panties are pulled down to her knees. Their legs are intertwined. Their breasts rub against each other. They are nearly kissing. There are two bloody gunshot holes on their heads. Violet's bloody face has sunken. Tiny bits of Violet's bloody brain have been blown out of her head. Violet is sucking on Helen's breast. Violet has a massive bloody gunshot hole on her chest. Helen and Violet are stacked in a sexy body pile. There is a massive bloody gunshot hole on Violet's head.

Helen Parr is a dead superhero. Helen is a robust, large-breasted, thick-ass, chubby, 32-year-old white, grey-skinned woman. Helen has a disheveled brunette bob cut. She lies on her back, legs sprawled a part and raised up in stirrups. Her large breasts are flopped apart and sag onto and rest on the table. She wears a shredded orange latex bodysuit exposing her breasts and nipples. Her black panties are pulled down to her knees. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her chin is slack. Her long tongue has fallen out of her bloody, extremely wide-open mouth. Her tongue sags down and rests on the examining table. She is nearly decapitated. Her extremely bloody neck is cut. There is a large bloody hole where her face used to be. Her arms sag off the table onto the floor. There are two bloody holes on her pelvis. There are three bloody holes on her chest. She lactates vigorously. Yellow water trickles from her vagina and puddles. Her wide, bloodshot, bulging brown crooked eyes are dead. Helen's Brain has been blown out of her head. A massive bloody gunshot hole is where her face used to be. A muscular black man is fucking Helen's ass.

Helen Parr is a dead superhero. Helen is a robust, large-breasted, thick-ass, chubby, 32-year-old white, grey-skinned woman. Helen has a disheveled brunette bob cut. She lies on her back, legs sprawled a part and raised up in stirrups. Her large breasts are flopped apart and sag onto and rest on the table. She wears a shredded orange latex bodysuit exposing her breasts and nipples. Her black panties are pulled down to her knees. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her chin is slack. Her long tongue has fallen out of her bloody, extremely wide-open mouth. Her tongue sags down and rests on the examining table. She is nearly decapitated. Her extremely bloody neck is cut. There is a large bloody hole where her face used to be. Her arms sag off the table onto the floor. There are two bloody holes on her pelvis. There are three bloody holes on her chest. She lactates vigorously. Yellow water trickles from her vagina and puddles. Her wide, bloodshot, bulging brown crooked eyes are dead. Helen's Brain has been blown out of her head. A massive bloody gunshot hole is where her face used to be. A muscular black man is fucking Helen's ass.

Helen Parr is a dead superhero. Helen is a robust, large-breasted, thick-ass, chubby, 32-year-old white, grey-skinned woman. Helen has a disheveled brunette bob cut. She lies on her back, legs sprawled a part and raised up in stirrups. Her large breasts are flopped apart and sag onto and rest on the table. She wears a shredded orange latex bodysuit exposing her breasts and nipples. Her black panties are pulled down to her knees. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her chin is slack. Her long tongue has fallen out of her bloody, extremely wide-open mouth. Her tongue sags down and rests on the examining table. She is nearly decapitated. Her extremely bloody neck is cut. There is a large bloody hole where her face used to be. Her arms sag off the table onto the floor. There are two bloody holes on her pelvis. There are three bloody holes on her chest. She lactates vigorously. Yellow water trickles from her vagina and puddles. Her wide, bloodshot, bulging brown crooked eyes are dead. Helen's Brain has been blown out of her head. A massive bloody gunshot hole is where her face used to be. A muscular black man jams his arm up to his elbow into Helen's ass. She screams out in pain. Helen's neck is broken. He is holding her uterus in his fist. A large bloody blade is stabbed straight into her bleeding chest.

>>31861
The Princess hovered in the crystalline suspension of the shallows, her amber eyes fixed on the shivering form of the boy. A war of instincts raged within her. Every royal decree of her lineage whispered that a debt of life must be repaid with a gesture of mercy; the boy was a creature of the land, fragile and breathless, and leaving him to the mercy of the morning tide felt like a betrayal of her own divinity. Yet, the memory of the iron's bite was a jagged, pulsing reminder that the surface was a place of predation. To swim toward the distant, smog-choked silhouette of the harbor was to invite more rusted needles into her flesh. To leave him here was the safe choice—the choice of a survivor—but it was the choice of a coward, and she was a Princess of the Abyss.

Just as she began to coil her fluke, a dissonant vibration shuddered through the water. It wasn't the melodic song of a whale or the rhythmic pulse of the current, but a mechanical, guttural thrum that tasted of oil and burnt sulfur. The water around her began to churn, feeling agitated and wounded. She looked toward the horizon and saw a small, dark splinter of a boat screaming across the surface, its engine coughing a plume of grey smoke into the lavender sky.

She watched the craft approach, her predatory instincts flaring. She saw the man aboard—a rugged, weather-beaten creature with a heavy iron tube gripped in his arms that looks like a slightly bigger version of the boy´s weapon. The Princess has seen, that the weapon could only reach a fraction of the distance her own voice could. She didn't know if this one came to rescue the small pup or to harvest the remains of a failed hunt, but she reasoned that these land-dwellers were creatures of habit and simple communication. If she could signal him, perhaps she could ensure the boy’s safety without risking another encounter with the cold bite of steel.

With a fluid, undulating motion, she breached the surface, her iridescent torso glistening under the first rays of the sun. She didn't sing—the sonic power of her voice would have likely shattered the man’s equilibrium—but instead, she raised a slender, webbed arm high above the waterline. She began to wave, her movements graceful and rhythmic, a shimmering beacon of amethyst and gold against the churning white foam of the boat's wake.

The motor boat leaped over a final cresting wave, the hull slamming against the water with a jarring thud that nearly knocked the rifle from the father’s grip. He scanned the surface with frantic, bloodshot eyes, and for one heartbeat, the world steadied. There, bobbing in the gentle swell of the cove, was the weathered silhouette of the small skiff. Relief washed over him like a cold tide; the boat was upright, the oars hadn't drifted, and his son was alive. But the relief lasted only a fraction of a second.

As the boat drifted closer, the father’s gaze shifted from the wood of the skiff to the water beside it. A figure was breaching the surface, an iridescent torso shimmering in the dawn light, waving a slender, webbed arm in a rhythmic, beckoning motion. For a dizzying moment, his mind tried to rationalize it—was Elias falling overboard? Was he waving for help? But the anatomy was all wrong. The movements were too fluid, the skin too lustrous, the scale of the silhouette far too alien. It was a siren. A living, breathing prize of the deep, brazenly exposing herself in the open air.


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>>31861
Pushing the desire aside, he began a more clinical examination of her form, his eyes scanning the iridescent transition from torso to tail. There, cinched tight against the shimmering emerald scales of her hip, he spotted something that had escaped his initial notice. It was a belt, so fine and translucent that it was nearly invisible, appearing as though it had been grown from her own anatomy rather than crafted. It was a seamless loop of organic armor, shimmering with a faint, pearlescent luster that matched the hue of her flank.

Tucked into a hidden fold of the belt was a knife. It was a slender, curved thing, the handle carved from a material that looked like polished obsidian or perhaps the fossilized tooth of some deep-sea leviathan. He carefully detached it from her hip, holding the weapon up to the morning light. The blade was a sliver of translucent crystal, so thin it was almost ethereal, yet it possessed a terrifying, focused edge. He ran the pad of his thumb lightly along the length of the steel-like surface and felt the skin part instantly—a bloodless, microscopic slit that spoke of a precision beyond any human forge.

The father looked back at the heavy-bore whaling rifle lying discarded on the shingles. The rifle was a tool of war, a weapon meant for the sudden, violent end of a life. It was a blunt instrument, far too clumsy for the intricate work he now envisioned. To simply shoot her again would be a waste; to crush her with the boat would be a mercy. But this knife... this was a surgeon’s tool. This was an instrument designed for the slow, methodical parting of flesh, a blade that could peel back layers of skin as easily as one peels a grape.

He felt a grim sense of poetic justice as he gripped the obsidian handle. The siren had come to these waters armed with the finest craftsmanship of the abyss, thinking herself a predator in a playground of clumsy air-breathers. Now, that very excellence would be turned against her. He wouldn't just harvest her for the market; he would use her own pride—her own exquisite tool—to carve the life out of her.

The father knelt over the broken royalty, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the volcanic shingles. He watched the rhythmic, shallow rise and fall of her chest, the way the iridescent skin of her torso shimmered like oil on water. She remained adrift in the velvet depths of unconsciousness, her eyes rolled back, her body a silent testament to the trauma of the sonic blast and the blow to her temple. To a common harvester, she appeared as a corpse in waiting, but the father knew the stubborn resilience of the siren's physiology; they could drift in a state of suspended animation for hours, their hearts slowing to a glacial crawl while their minds lingered in the grey void between life and death.

He needed a definitive sign of life—a deadproof check that bypassed the deceptive stillness of her breathing. With a grunt of focused intent, he shifted his weight, parting the shimmering scales of her lower flank to reveal the velvet architecture of her sex. Using the calloused palm of one hand, he spread the exquisite, pearl-toned lips of her cunt, exposing the delicate, hidden core of her anatomy. With his other hand, he began to rub her clitoris, his rough fingertips contrasting sharply with the satin softness of her flesh. As he worked, a familiar biological alchemy occurred; the tiny, sensitive organ began to flush a deep, royal crimson, growing firmer and more prominent under his touch.


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>>31861
The flavor was a lie—a rubbery, brine-soaked disappointment that left a bitter residue on his tongue. With a sneer of distaste, the father leaned forward and spat the chewed mass of iridescent tissue directly onto the Princess’s cheek. The gold-tinted slurry slid down her face, a mark of profound degradation that mirrored the collapse of her royal status. He didn't linger on the taste; the act was not about gastronomy, but about the systematic erasure of her dignity.

He shifted his weight, his gaze migrating from the ruined, bleeding mound of her left breast to the pristine, opulent curve of the right. It was a masterpiece of biological luxury, the skin so taut and luminous it seemed to vibrate under the morning light. The father admired the sheer volume of the organ, noting how the heavy swell pressed against the volcanic stone, pulsing with the frantic rhythm of her terrified heart.

"The first was a waste," he murmured, the obsidian knife humming as he brought it back into position. "But this one... this one is a canvas." He leaned in closer, his voice a low drone. "The market prefers whole breasts for the nobility, but for the common gambler, the thrill is in the sliver. I’m going to carve you into a collection of translucent coins, little princess. Starting from the peak and working my way down to the root. Given the generous density of your flesh and the absolute edge of this blade, I expect to harvest at least twenty paper-thin slices before I even hit the muscle."

The Princess let out a rhythmic, clicking whimper, her amber eyes wide and shimmering with a new, acute terror. She could feel the cold vacuum of the obsidian blade hovering just millimeters above her nipple. The tip of the knife was so sharp it seemed to pull at the very air, creating a static tension that made the sensitive, engorged peak of her breast throb in anticipation of the breach.

The father paused, squinting as he analyzed the architecture of the nipple. It was thick, flush with a biological heat that spoke of the creature's youth and vitality. He realized that the protrusion was so opulent that he wouldn't even need to move toward the breast itself to begin his count.

The obsidian edge descended with a surgical precision that bordered on the artistic. With a single, fluid motion, the blade sheared through the apex of her nipple, claiming the upper half of the protrusion in a clean, bloodless glide. He held the tiny, translucent sliver up to the light, admiring how the gold-tinted ichor beaded along the cut. But the harvest had only just begun. With the steady hand of a master jeweler, he angled the knife and took a second slice from the remaining stump, and then a third, each one a paper-thin disc of iridescent flesh.


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>>31861

sorry i missed your previous message, cool let me have a read!

>>31935
here you can find them all in one place: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/2996805/novels

This?

32TrojanducK23

>>20239
Thanks

Don't want to revive an old thread, but who drew No.93617? I'm curious

Always wanted to draw lil Niko getting the electric chair... ⚡

Would you be interested in that?

>>27041
>>26989
>>27001
>>27039
>>27041

thanks! if you got mermaid butcher videos please share too! :D

>>27089
sorry, i haven´t - but i wrote a story that is inspired by your mermaid Videos (other Story line but includes beautiful mermaids with huge breasts which are carved off)
https://boards.guro.st/lit/koko.php?res=31861&page=1

If you like realistic mermaids, checkout these video from X

https://x.com/i/status/2098818370418405799

>>27112
not bad - unfortunately beheadings seem to be his only fetish

Great video of mermaid sushi prep! Loved her writhing while the saw bisects her! Looks like blue tuna flesh; Yummy!

>>27114
This was really good. Well done!

>>27108

This is really good, but you should know that squirting isn't peeing.

>>27118
moar plz? i relly liked this story i hope it wont end in a cliffhanger like this

>>31782
are you going to write more chapters ? this is so good

Poor little girl.

>>15528
I think they die from the hanging after having been brutally raped in every hole by pesophile cocks, even after hours have passed and her every orifice has been thoroughly ruined and she small little girl body has been filled to bursting with loads of hot cum, she's still alive, only to have a noose put around her neck and be slowly hoisted up the tree branch to slowly die from lack of oxygen as she dangles helplessly beside the bodies of her friends who she watched the aadistic human pedophiles take their turns with one by one. The elves of the elf city sent out a search party to find the small girls who went missing, and wcentualy they will cone upon the sight of their lost children's corpses hanging from.the tree branch, having had been raped by a large group of human men before they were strung up. The horror of this event will set off a large scale military operation to hunt and kill every human who dares set foot in the elven forests until the perpetrators of this act would be found.

>>14952 holy shit baka udon's hatatan !

>>46934
Still lurking around <3 !

>>46972
This looks horrible. Amazing!

I'm still around! - been drawing, practicing and doing some more commissions on the side.

>>47135
Cute!

>>45956
Don't mind me sharing another image I find cool.

I just completed the whole thing, all 3 branches, Dee's book, etc.

It was an awesome read. Really the best I've read in a long time.

The mindbreak thing gets a bit in the way of casual reading, but provides a good imersion. I did however had to retry many times to find the right phrase, and it was a bit bothersome. Still, I made it. I'm used to indy arcade games with many retries to get a specific scene so it was a bit similar to that, repeating a scene over and over to get to find the right mindbreak solution.

I liked the non repetitiveness of the death scenes, or split of details between them (one focussing on getting in the 9ven, the ither of the baking process, other of the deguststion, etc.)

I would have enjoyed a few scene where her decapitated head is fucked while her body is roasting, but heh. (If there was ine, I didn't find it) I still really wnjoyed the game over scenes. I hope you make more of these type of games. (not necessarly another sequel)

Cheers!

Thanks for both comments, I really appreciate it. The mindbreak has had some love/hate feedback, for sure, and noted.

And - thank you to anonymous for saying it was the best thing you'd read in a long time and doing multiple play throughs! Means a lot! Email me at [email protected] if you want to connect

Anonymous - whoever you are, your story made me smile SO hard and I fucking love this image strip you made. Reach out to me at [email protected] if you wanna talk more.

And yes, I am a huge MGS fan.

Anonymous - I meant to say your comic strip made me smile so fucking hard and I love it. And my email is [email protected], I was enjoying your comment so much I couldn't even type straight. XD

My favorite comment of anyone on any site by far. THANK YOU

Battlefan MOm, fart

blonde fart before get shot

>>25167
We already have guro threads, everything is allowed except CSAM and realistic CGI

>>25171
I see. Well, I wish you success.
Have you advertised anywhere else besides here? How come you're starting a forum and not an IB? (Is this a refuge for ATFers?)

>>25175
Forum exist since 2024, it's not a super active forum (despite having 40 000 members) because we have a lot of lurkers.
LH isn't trying to be like ATF.

I know few places to tell about the LoliconHeaven...

>>25154
bump because I'm evil

Anyone have realistic AI imageboards on onion