Aphrodite

She is worshiped and beloved; a vision of beauty, a figure of grace, and a symbol of sex, with a form crafted to be adored and to be an object of lust. Resting in her chamber, her tall, sweeping crown of spired horns curls back with a gleam in the light as she brushes her hands up a thigh, running the fingers from her knee and up across its length, fanning them out and letting each tactile sensor tingle with sensation as she draws them slowly and lustfully up. She waits for her visitor--a suitor of appropriately fine breeding and form--with an anticipation honed by the countless visitations and hours of passionate and savage ravagings; it is, after all, what she was made for; it is what she was programmed and shaped and perfected to be: a lover of android forms; a giver of pleasure; a performer of exquisite skill; a goddess of sex and joy.

The chamber opens, and her suitor waits in the door; a tall and handsomely built machine shaped with a wide and stout frame, whose sweeping lines and curling accents lead her eyes to all the places necessary to excite her senses. His own optics gaze on her, studying her full and voluptuous gynoid form from the tall crown of horns down over her long and slender neck, and over the round and full fluid-filled sacks that form her breasts. There he pauses, studying the transparent plastics and the clear fluid swirling within, transfixed by the attached sensors that are her nipples and the apertures that rhythmically twitch, opening and shutting just slightly with each breath in wild, yet restrained, anticipation, the tiny slatted receptacles offering him just enough of a glimpse at the machinery beneath to court his arousal.

At length he enters, the door shutting behind him for a measure of privacy, and he is drawn to the broad curves of her hips and legs as she stretches and kicks them out luridly, and even the coy bent of her arms on the seat behind her as she steadies herself lends sultry imagery to the vision; for the very act pushes her chest forward and up, and the twitching nipples reach longingly out towards him as he nears. Her expression remains placid and sedate, even as she bats her eyes slowly, and still her countenance is unreadable when he stops before her, takes her breasts in his hands, and rubs and squeezes and caresses them in small, taut circles on her chest; still placid, even, as he brushes her nipples against his thighs; still placid, even, as he squeezes them together against the dangling, slowly-rising organ between his legs.

She is a master of the game, always in control and always teasing in her actions, and even as he cups her head in his palms and gently lifts her up for a kiss she plays her role, submissively blinking and playing her hands over his chest and haunches; slowly making her way around to his crotch, and touching with such gentle pressure as to tickle at his tactile sensors. The cold, airy sensations tug at his psyche, and soon he's pulled her close to kiss and caress, his own hands gripping and drawing about the soft, pliable skin draped over her frame. Together they mingle, artificial forms falling into each other's arms, her ample breasts mashing against his chest as their attentions turn increasingly aggressive, until he's pushing her back onto the bed, controlling her weight with uncanny strength and grace as he climbs over the top of her.

With him straddled above her, she feels at once both submissive and excited by his exertion of control, and is further aroused as he strokes his member, pulling and aiming its ample length towards her chest; the very act teasing and torturing her with anticipation until simulated breaths turn to gasps as he taps the head of himself against a nipple. His attention is first on but one, and he draws the head over its twitching surface as he calibrates the mating surface, when his own member spins and twirls, altering its surface as slats and apertures open and close, its length changing in shape and form until a proper engagement can be made with her unique model. And then, at last, he removes his hand and pushes himself into the mating surface, the head engaging easily with the aperture and locking in place, and as he begins to pump in and out the rest of his pole grows taut and thick, pushing into the clear liquid in her breast while the head remains stationary.

Its width pushes her aperture wider, emitting electrical pulses with each thrust which disperse through the liquid as a flash of sensation that her sensors can only describe as pure and carnal pleasure. She gasps and pants as she watches the shaft plunge down into her breast, and exclaims as it retreats in tiny, gasping whimpers; quietly and silently entreating her suitor to continue, so that she can watch and feel his manhood penetrating deep into her, so that the visual stimulus can continue to arouse her desires ... but as a tiny wisp of fluid escapes his member and mingles with that of her breast's he abruptly stops, gently removing himself from her quietly panting form and allowing a drop of her clear liquid to spill onto her nipple, where it rolls slowly down the round bulge of her chest and onto her belly. He pauses then as she silently pleads for more, his member rearranging and re-calibrating, but even as she begs for the second breast she sees the reconfiguration and knows its import; in return playing her fingers about the aperture of her pussy, lifting and spreading the lips to let him inside. With ravenous and slow strength he pushes himself in, plunging his slatted metal cock down to the balls with each and every slow, deliberate, and grinding thrust deep into her body.

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Does anyone have some necro2 arts?

im searching for content including penis that is damaged and doesnt work
for whatever reason.
medical? good
too much cbt? great!
took a good hit? awsome
broken?
severed?
impotency due to castration?
as long as it doesnt work, it works.
if there is a girl laughing about it, or dissapointed - the better.
furry is ok too.
i really dont know where to start with searching this stuff...
pic kinda related

Most of his animations that were uploaded on mixtape in the second and third thread are dead and it would be a shame to lose them.

ive seen the gifset and the video used to be on youtube but it was taken down

Would anyone be interested in playing a game like this online using something like Roll20 (I would have to check if they allow this stuff first)?

I've made tabletop rpgs before and was thinking of rules for a guro version that would have a combat system similar to La Blue Girl but be in modern time. There would be an all-female evil cult that would be the main protagonists.

I would allow you to create whatever kind of character you want with whatever kind of abilities you want (within reason). Want to be an assassin like the hitman game? Sure. Want S&M magic and be able to shoot barbed wire at people and chain then up? Cool. Want to be a werewolf and eat girls alive? Yummy! Want tentacles that let you fuck a whole group of girls at a time and impregnate them with vicious little creatures that eat their way out of the girl's chests in a bloody mess? Awesome.

I would be loose with the rules too because there is no one system that can allow you to do all your twisted minds can think of without bending the rules here and there. I'll even come up with new rules and abilities you can learn to help you achieve the bloody play style you wish.

I would validate sex combat by having some of the enemy girls using magic that protects them from direct physical harm. You would then have to choke, drown, or sex them to death. Most of the game mechanics would be sex oriented and if you manage to break down their willpower and get them to orgasim, then you could cause their hearts to explode or just shatter their defensive spell so you could finish them however you wish.

Most of the girls would not have this protection and you could kill them or enslave them however you wish.

I'm not sure when I'll complete this and have it ready for playing. I'm just trying to see if there are people out there who would be interested.

It was an exceptionally well detailed picture of the lower half of a woman wearing white stockings and heels. She is facing up at the camera, and next to her legs there is her bloody skull.

Some more details I remember:
There's a fly somewhere around/on her legs
The detail on the blood is phenomenal
It's part of a set
There's a before and after picture
It was from a while ago

Can anyone edit this with her head cut off and on a spike? Thanks to any takers!

There were two girls that were sent to the past into feudal Japan and taxidermied into love dolls.

Weird story. Don't ask.

1/2

I have 3 pages and I think that might be all. The artist is apparently someone named "Job"

Has there ever been, or could there ever be, a guro Con or a Con that includes/included guro?

//Preparations//

Ebony smiled as she looked up at the two girls before her, and then back to the request list she had been given.

She had killed in the past, of course, but those were people willing to die to become dinner for others. These two, as she noted by their bindings, struggling, and glares they gave her, were far from willing, and yet the request was that both would be butchered, cooked, and served as a feast.

The eldritch servant puffed out her cheeks in annoyance before folding the paper several times into a square and putting it into her mouth; swallowing it in the process.

She looked back up to the two, one a green zombie, stitches in places to hold limbs in place, and a light-brown skinned girl with a long purple ponytail. Rottytops and Shantae, they were called.

Ebony considered her options. She had to prepare some kind of meal with the two of them, since that was the request of her patrons, but her rule of not killing the unwilling clung to her mind and prevented her from acting.

A nyotaimori style did come to mind, but the request said cooked and neither of them appeared willing to die. Amputating the limbs was an option, but the human couldn't get new limbs like the zombie likely could. She did not know of any magic that allowed for regeneration or revival in this world, so the simple solution was out.

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* Her time of the month, his delight
* His white sticky larvae, her destiny
The little death is also a theme you might be unfamiliar with. It's French.

Does anyone know the source of this pic? Where's this cute girl from?

So apparently the original thread got bumped off the board. That makes it a bit harder to post my newest chapter.

This is a Standalone(ish) Sequel to Liara offers her Azure (Found Here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/thevisitorblack/14368/Liara-offers-her-Azure ) and Allers offers an Interview (Found Here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/thevisitorblack/18828/Allers-Offers-Interview ). Chapter 4 occurs at the exact same time as Falere Offers Dinner (Found here: http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/TheVisitorBlack/Fanfiction/Mass%20Effect%20Series/Falere%20Offers%20Dinner.txt ). All of the previous stories can be found in text form on my Hentai-Foundry page or my ASSTR site (here: http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/TheVisitorBlack/Fanfiction/Mass%20Effect%20Series/).

Summary: Tali gives herself to Garrus as meat, and Garrus decides to play with his Food.

Chapter 1 - Tali Asks
It had been a week since Shepard and Traynor had eaten Liara's Azure; a week since they had consigned the Asari to the kitchen for parts; and in that week almost everyone had had a chance to enjoy Liara's meat except for Tali and Garrus. Liara had been found in the refrigerator the next day, dead. Shepard had had her skinned and parted out almost immediately, reserving a few choice cuts like Liara's breasts for herself and her new lover, but giving generously of the rest. Between EDI's Asari tentacle gumbo, Vega's ground Asari burgers, and the large leg that had been roasted two days ago, the smell of Liara's meat cooking seemed to fill the crew deck almost constantly and it tickled her senses even through her Suit's filtering whenever she went to visit Garrus in the central battery. Even girl talk in the port lounge wasn't immune from Liara's presence as she'd discovered talking to Samantha Traynor about her new relationship with the ship's captain. Unable to restrain her enthusiasm about a gift that Shepard had given her, Traynor had unzipped her top to show off her new Asari leather bra made from Liara's body. She seemed especially proud of how the placement of Liara's nipples matched her own exactly. She even had a matching pair of panties, Traynor explained.

With the constant reminder of just what had happened to Liara assaulting her from all sides, Tali's mind started to dwell more and more on the last time she'd seen her friend. Just how happy she'd been, the way that excitement had practically dripped from between her legs. But it wasn't just that that Tali was dwelling on, it was Javik's revelation that he used to eat quarians and his offer to turn her into Prothean cuisine. She even remembered Garrus' joking request that she let him try some 'prothean cuisine' for himself.

Was it any wonder then that Tali found herself making her way to Javik's room on the engineering deck during one of her breaks? She didn't intend to let the Prothean cook her, but, what harm would it do just to ask about how the Protheans used to cook her people?


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please.

I remember looking for more stuff like this, but I have nothing to go on and I can't remember where i got this pic from tbh....

Inspired by the Logan Paul incident and the whole "dead girl RP" series, I decided to make up a "scenario-based" roleplay where you're a hapless wanderer in the infamous Suicide Forest and you end up finding a dead body hanging during your adventure.

TL;DR: You're in a forest, you find a body, what do?

Feel free to participate and contribute. Let's open this up with the following lady: Sayori.

"Shadowcat, back off!" Wolverine's snarl turned into a grunt of pain as she lunged forward through her teammate's immaterial body to intercept the wraith's blow.

Magik's gauntlet closed around her girlfriend's arm and pulled her back. The Soulsword armor didn't care about things like tangibility. She pulled Kitty back and used the Soulsword to parry the next attack, sending the wraith reeling from the pain of the blade's touch. "Your training is just fouling you up, since these things can hit you." The short, slender, young blonde woman looked far more imposing, with her long hair cascading down a full suit of silver-white plate armor studded with spikes and horns. Her face was barely visible through the menacing helmet, but Kitty could see the concern in her eyes. The four-foot-long, ornate, gleaming broadsword did nothing to make her more comforting.

Kitty huffed and went where she was told, letting Magik and Wolverine handle the hideous extradimensional invaders. Every hit Laura took made Kitty gasp, though, and she could see how pale Illyana's face was getting. Her teammates were having a rough time, and there was nothing she could do. "Illy, can you portal them away? Dump them in some hell dimension?"

Magik paused and thought, then nodded. "Wolverine, buy me about fifteen seconds," she ordered.

Kitty always felt a little funny when her girlfriend used her "demon warlord" voice. Her dark blue jacket and tights happened to be good at concealing her stiffening nipples and her moistening crotch. With nothing to do for fifteen seconds but keep her hands to herself, the brown-haired woman sneaked a hand down to squeeze her mound while her teammates were distracted. Going on missions with her girlfriend always made her hot, but this was even worse than usual.

Laura's growl indicated what she thought of being left alone against five aliens that could shred her flesh while barely feeling her claws. Still, she dove in headfirst, lashing out with the claws on all four limbs. Muscular and fast, the new Wolverine looked a little like her predecessor if one were to squint really hard. The flashing claws emerging from her fists were matched by one on each foot, however, and the lightly-armored bodysuit clung to her large breasts and wide hips in ways that made Kitty pay attention as she never had to Logan. Her medium-length hair whipped around as she fought, as unruly as her "father's" hair in its own way.

Kitty covered her mouth to hide her gasp at the horrible wounds being inflicted on Wolverine. Her therapist had brought up the possibility that she was transferring some of her feelings regarding the first Wolverine onto the second one. She didn't know Laura that well, but how well had she ever really known Logan?

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