Mama told me to never go to the caves under the waterfall.

“Never go there, Bibi. It’s terrible place for fairies.” she said.

“But why, mama?” I asked.

“Because fairies that go there never come back.”

“What happens to them?”

“Unspeakable things, Bibi. Unspeakable things.” and that’s all she would say. But Amarus told me he went to the caves with his cousin and while he sat outside under the waterfall he heard her moaning for hours.

“Bad moaning like she was hurt?” I asked him.

“No, good moaning. Like you do when you play with your bum.”
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For Emily: >>21124

Shibari

“Hey, Emily, nice to finally meet you,” I say, letting you into my home. We’ve been corresponding for the last week or so, preparing for tonight, negotiating limits and safe words and whatnot, leading to this. I marvel at how tall you are in person, standing a few inches over my own 6’ height even in flat shoes.

“Nice to meet you too,” you reply. Such a sweet voice you have. I guide you into my basement playroom where I have all of my rope and hard points set up for suspensions.

I watch you as you nervously pull off your dark blue dress. I put on some relaxing music.

“Wow, you look amazing,” I say, admiring your body as you shimmy out of your underwear.

“Thanks,” you say, blushing cutely. “And thanks for doing this for me. I’ve always wanted to try a rope suspension.”

“Any time. I love tying up pretty girls like you.” You sit down on the mat on the floor and I get to work.
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Hermione goes for seconds on Girlmeat
Tags: Harry Potter (Series), F/Self, F/F, M/F, F/M/F, Exhib, Bondage, Consensual, D/s, Deep Frying, Snuff, Cannibalism, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter

Hermione clutched the galleons tight in her hand as she climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor Girls' dorms. Her heart raced in her chest as she thought about what she was about to do. Ginny wasn't just an acquaintance like Luna, Ginny was her friend. She was her only female friend. And Hermione was going to feed her to Harry. Hermione knew Ginny wanted it but she was still second guessing herself. What if she was wrong? What if Luna was wrong about the redhead? The strange thing was, despite her qualms Hermione didn't think she cared. Even if Ginny didn't want to be dinner, Hermione intended to buy her anyway.

The memory of Luna's unique taste on her tongue tempted her, but the chance to end another girl's life, to know that she died to bring her pleasure? That was the real temptation. If everything went well, maybe she and Harry could sample even more of the catalogue. Of course, that meant not only getting Harry to accept Ginny as meat, but also to enjoy himself enough to want to repeat the experience; just like Luna had done for Hermione...

Hermione shook the idea from her head. Now wasn't the time to remember past conquests. If she focused too much on Luna she'd end up playing with herself all night as she hid behind the curtains on her bed from her dormmates while thinking about the blonde. No, she had a job to do now.

A few more steps landed her at Ginny's dorm room, five galleon coins in hand. Hermione opened the door. Ginny was lounging on her bed, still fully dressed, with several of her dormmates in varying states of preparing for bed around her scuttling to and fro.

"Hey Ginny, can I talk to you in private?"

Ginny looked up from the copy of teen witch magazine in her hands, smiling lasciviously when she caught sight of Hermione.

"Sure thing, Hermione," she agreed. "Why? You have some... excess energy you want me to help you burn off after tonight's dinner?" the redhead teased.

"Just... come with me, okay?" Hermione blushed as she asked her friend to follow her.

"Of course," Ginny happily agreed as she languidly slid off her bed and joined Hermione in the doorway.

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I'm starting a longer story using a bit reshaped version of the Fire Emblem Heroes universe. Any comments/suggestions will be appreciated, especially suggesting characters, since the game already has about 90 girls to choose from.

Fire Emblem Heroines: The Guro Edition

Prologue

As he saw a flash in some dark alley, Kiran decided to check it out against his better judgement. The light disappeared when he got there, but there was a weird gun on the ground. He picked it up and examined it with some interest. Since looked quite weird, he didn’t believe it to be a real gun. Still, he had to make sure. He aimed it at the wall, and squeezed the trigger. The gun did fire, but instead of a bullet, Kiran was greeted with a portal opening in the wall. Before he could react, he was sucked inside it, and then everything went black.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself on some grassy hill. The gun was on the ground next to him, so he picked it up. Far in the distance he could see a gigantic castle, so he decided to walk towards it.


Anna was furious. Their ancient relic, the Breidablik, had disappeared from its resting place! She could only think of how the Askrian royalty would nag her about it when they find out, not to mention the potential profit it could give them if it was still there. She didn’t even consider that it might have been found by someone who would abuse its power.

A knock on the door made snapped out of her moping. “Come in!” She shouted, and the door to her office opened. “Ma’am, we found this man wandering around our castle grounds. He claims to have come here through a portal, and your orders were to bring all like him to you first.” She nodded, remembering she had said something like that. Since the man was unarmed, she decided she didn’t need the guards. “Leave us alone.” She ordered, and the two guards let go of the man and left.

Kiran stared at the redheaded woman behind the desk. The golden adornments on her armor, as well as the beautifully crafted axe on one of the side walls, not to mention the guard’s words which he could miraculously understand, all told him she was an important figure. Being left alone with her presented him with a certain opportunity...

“So, what’s your story?” She asked him, and he stopped admiring her for a moment.
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Part 1:

With a furious groan the stone doors of the mausoleum opened upsetting thousands of years of dust covering the room.

"You go first…" ordered Megan, the junior archaeologist.

“Fine” grunted her assistant Mark, still trying to recover from getting those doors open. Thinking he was out of ear shot he began muttering to himself, “Two weeks of marching through the jungle, now this bullshit. For what. An artifact that might not even be on this damned continent.”

"Don't think I didn't hear that!" shouted Megan as she began to follow behind Mark at a distance. Megan was a beautiful redhead that wore large circular glasses matching the color of her hair and partially covered her gorgeous face. She wore her hair back in a long braid, with a few loose strands hanging down over her forehead. She wore an off-white under-shirt and a tan short sleeve button-down. Her ample bosom forced her to leave one or two extra buttons to be undone. She also wore short khaki shorts that put her limber legs on full display and hugging her shapely thighs, and tight hiking boots that caused her ankles to muffin over them. "I'll write you up if I hear another complaint like that again- COUGH" Megan was interrupted by a coughing fit as the dust of the room got to her.

“Damn. If you’re personality was as good as your looks.” He muttered back, inaudible under the fit.

It was her looks that originally drew him to this assignment, when she first approached him he was absolutely captivated by he beauty, but as their adventure began her true colors began to show. Mark was simply a tool to Megan, and he knew that. All she did was order him around and ridicule him incessantly about any mistake, any miss step. Whether it was his fault or hers, he was always to blame.

There were good times between them though, like when—
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They told Lexi they wanted to take photos of her in a bikini. Like the slut she was, she agreed, eager for a chance to let people see her small body and perky tits. She was given the address of a beach resort, and when she showed up, she took off the dress she was wearing to reveal a black two piece swimsuit that fit tight around her cute ass and small breasts. She started posing for the men.

They took photos of her on the beach, but they said they wanted to do some pictures in the hotel room. She agreed, seeing an opportunity to get fucked by several men at once. As they continued, she began to pose like the whore she was, until she started to strip. Eventually, Lexi was naked in a hotel room full of men who wanted to fuck the tiny cumslut. At first, she liked being gangbanged. She had never had more than one cock inside her before. They recorded everything as they used her, fucking her tight pussy, ramming her raw asshole, and violating her soft throat. The men touched every inch of her skin. They groped her tiny body, licked her down and forced her into painful sex positions, bending her slim figure and arching her back so much that Lexi thought she would break. Then they began to fuck her harder. She took the pain like a submissive bitch. They kept going harder. Every orgasm made her scream and quiver with pleasure as they pumped her full of semen. It went on and on for hours until in the middle of the night, Lexi was screaming and crying. She was a cum covered, sweaty mess. They didn't listen to her pained moans. She begged them to stop, but they tied her hands behind her back and destroyed her like a useless fuckdoll. By the time they were done, Lexi was lying on the floor, her small figure completely covered in cum. Her hair was drenched in sperm, and sticky semen was dripping from her pussy and asshole, along with her vaginal juices. Cum and spit leaked from the corner of her gasping mouth, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her entire body was shaking and convulsing as she continued to feel the pleasure and pain as she lay broken on the floor. One of the men stepped forward to finish off Lexi for the night. Another man took out the camera again and started filming. They were done fucking her, but he wrapped his hands around her fragile throat and squeezed. She kicked and struggled at first, but as he tightened his grip, her legs kicked softer until they only trembled and shook just like the rest of her tiny body. She made gasping noPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

A short story that grew out of a conversation with SarahMeatGirl :)


Twelve year old Sarah’s heart pounded rapidly beneath the swell of her developing breasts, covered only with a thin sheet of cotton against which her hard pink nipples pushed. The two older women behind her held her arms as they guided her into the circle, to support her if she should stumble or find her legs giving way rather than to prevent her from running. After all, this was something she had dreamed of and been preparing for for two years, ever since she had been chosen shortly before her tenth birthday and taken to live among the druids and the women who served them, receiving instruction in the important role she was going to play in the life of the village and its future prosperity.

She was not the only girl in their care, of course. There were always three, apart from two days a year following the Great Ceremony when there would be two. The two girls who were to follow her, Martha and Elizabeth, walked ahead, strewing her path with petals as if she were on her way to her wedding and not the very different ritual that awaited her. This time next year, it would be Martha taking this final walk, her way heralded by Elizabeth and the girl who would be selected at the end of the three celebration to make up the trio once more. Both girls, like Sarah, were blonde-haired and beautiful. In fact they could almost have been taken for sisters if Elizabeth’s eyes had not been the grey of the early evening sky, Martha’s the blue of a sparrow’s egg and Sarah’s green like fresh-grown grass.

No greater honour existed for any girl in the village than to be selected for the Great Ceremony and Sarah’s heart swelled with pride, not to mention the excitement and arousal at the thought of what was to happen that surged within other parts of her body.

The rest of the village, every man, woman and child, lined the inside of the stone circle, holding torches which illuminated the ancient hilltop holy place with a warm, orange glow. It was close to midnight on the first night of the festival and Sarah had enjoyed the day immensely, not least because she knew how it would end. All day long, since dawn, she had sat atop the wooden throne in the field while the other villagers danced and feasted. She had, of course, been given the first of the food herself, as notional Queen of the village, along with a drink which had a stimulating quality to keep her awake and aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Posted this in /req but wasn't sure if it belong there.

Does anyone have links/threads to stories regarding nipple penetration/insertion/fucking? Considering it's a niche topic its really hard to find any.

Preferably non-con.

So a while back I traded with Aoi Hikari for a story based off my Idea of Hogwarts having it's own girlmeat catalogue. That story can be found here: >>7556. Proofreading and editing Aoi's story inspired me to write my own version. Some if the initial catalogue spreads are the same (though usually heavily edited) from Aoi's story. These are taken with permission based off my initial descriptions for the trade, but the story itself is vastly different though based off of a similar concept.

Hermoine Browses for Girlmeat (Harry Potter, F/F, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Cons, Snuff, Exhib, Cannibalism, F/Self)

PART 1

Hermione shifted on the seat in the common room. It almost felt like there was something lumpy beneath her.

Reaching down beneath the cushion, Hermione felt around until her fingers scraped a book. No, not a book... A magazine! Curiously, Hermione pulled it out.

“What is this? A girly magazine?” Hermione asked aloud as the picture of a nude 5th year girl she didn't know strutted and posed across the front cover. “No, wait, that's not it...” She continued, looking at the title of the book. “'Hogwarts Meatgirl Catalogue'? What the..?”

Now that Hermione took a closer look, the girl photographed on the cover was in the Hogwarts Kitchen, surrounded by cooking supplies.
“That's...” Feeling nervous and guilty, but even more curious, Hermione opened the magazine, flipping to a random page. Surprisingly, the girl inside the magazine wasn't nude, though she was posing very provocatively next to a campfire. Hermione flipped to the next page, and then the next. On each full page spread there was a moving picture of a girl on one page and some text on the other with the girl’s name and price and presumably the reasons they wanted to sell themselves for meat.

“The wizarding world... eats girls? This can't be real... Who even put this together?” Hermoine muttered to herself as she flipped through. Despite the eroticism of the nudity on display, each of the girls on the pictures was clearly trying to sell herself as food first, and sexual object second; with each and every girl posing at a kitchen or a dining room and with objects like knifes and cauldrons.

“This has to be a joke...” Hermione muttered to herself, as she flipped through it. Suddenly, she stopped, staring.

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HONEY, I’M HOOOME!!!” he said as he walked down the stairs to the basement room.
Katie tried to smoosh herself further back into the corner of the small cage she was in as the man moved closer, already pulling off his shirt then unbuckling his belt. She curled in a ball and hugged her knees to her bare chest, shivering in fear as she heard the lock on the cage being opened and was sure he would pull her out to be the next one. She shrank into herself and prayed. The sudden screaming confused her for just a moment as it wasn’t coming from her.

She heard Sandy fighting him as he dragged her from the cage above her and despite her terror and knowing what she would see she couldn’t help peering through the bars of her cage as he effortlessly lifted the small girl and carried her to the big table in the middle of the room. He pressed her to the thick wooden surface with one hand and used the other to pull the huge leather strap across the poor girl’s upper chest. That done, he pulled her hands above her head and locked them into the cuffs attached to the corners there. She tried kicking at him, but he laughed as he grabbed her foot and twisted it making Sandy scream in pain rather than fear.

He yanked her foot down off the edge of the table and connected it to the cuff down on the leg of the table. Her other foot soon followed as Sandy whimpered in pain with her legs bent uncomfortably down to the legs of the huge heavy table. She was spread wide open and the man ran his hand down her smooth belly and cupped her hairless little pussy.

As his pants fell to his ankles, Sandy looked pleadingly at the cages along the wall. At the girls held in them as if they had any hope of helping her. Katie wanted to turn away and not look but something made her watch as the man jammed his cock into the helpless girl before him. Her eyes wouldn’t close, her face wouldn’t turn as she watched the Man pull his cock, the red blood showing all along the shaft and then ram it back in making Sandy scream again, and again,

It seemed to go on for hours, but before long the man grunted and shoved harder into the little girl’s body. When he finally pulled his cock from her it was followed but a rush of pinkish red tinged cum. He stalked back to the bank of cages and she could hear all the other girls trembling. They all knew what was next. He looked over the row of cages then, as Katie somehow knew he would, he reached for the door to her cage anPost too long. Click here to view the full text.