#cw: vore

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Parasite Problem

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

After Susie is severely injured in a major battle, Kris elects to take on a very difficult and dangerous task to help her out with a smaller problem.

PHEW this comic has felt like it's been taking me forever to do, and I've still got more left to finish, but hopefully all the rest goes smoothly!

[draconic-lesbian]

“Boobs? You wanna touch boobs?” But it’s a dragon pointing down her throat for you to touch her tummy

[shizunitis]

question for the council: is it vore or vore adjacent if, hypothetically, shen yuan was transmigrated into binghe’s body, but vacated the premises to revive binghe and return his life to him, thus awakening in binghe a need to get shen yuan back inside of him, kind of in a “i never want to separate from you” way? i’m asking for a friend

[bramble-mouse]

A piece for a monthly art prompt in a server I'm in: the Lunar New Year! Since it's the Year of the Snake, I chose to design a cute lil naga inspired by @mothatnight 's nagas! Her name is Serrano and she is based on a hognose- so a very spicy lil stinker.

The big boy is Eoin, my ace incubus who is thoroughly done with Serrano's sass during her time out in his belly.

Minors please do not interact!

[chlorophylliccoyote]

roOOOOooOOOOoo look at this coydragon gulping down their beloved kobold. Nugget, the kobold, is my partner's (@dogwithadiscactivatedblog) koboldsona. yeah my precious little chunky kobold is always so tasty especially when I've pumped them full of my aphrodisiac poison breath >:>.

but yeah I tried to bring this piece closer in line with my printmaking pieces although I most definitely need to keep toying with this style.

[falgaia]

SAFE SKIN

for Tax Day 2024

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Meeting Susie 1 | 2 | 3

Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Well, they met after Kris already sold their soul...and got off to a bit of a rough start! Turns out there's a bit of a learning curve for taming eldritch beasts.

(This short scene series will continue soon!)

[dev1lsadvocate]

@bloodinavernus

Sent:

Mizora cocked her head to the side as she noticed the tiny figure, having manifested on the tip of her tail. Smirking to herself, the Cambion languidly and idly rose her tail so she and her younger self could properly lock eyes. Mizzy was riding on the broad ridges of her tail, right behind the tip, clutching the sharp, hard edges in her hand for balance. She was half the size of Mizora's pinky.

"You know that is an awfully unstable position you have manifested on", Mizora teased with a lustful smirk, playing around full, pale purple lips. "One might almost think you want to be eaten." The tail slowly rose a bit more, closer to that dangerous mouth. Mizora opened her lips and slowly exhaled onto Mizzy, bathing her in the warmth and moisture of her breath. Her breath carried with it the stench of blood. Sweat beads gathered upon Mizzy's temple and slipped down her horns - or were those drops of spit? Mizora closed her mouth again and asked tantalisingly: "So, what is it gonna be, little morsel? How do you get in my mouth? Maybe I should just toss you into the air and catch you in my teeth? Or perhaps I slurp you off the tip of my tail? Or you walk into my jaws yourself?" Her jaws opened again, and strings of saliva, shining like fine, slimy ropes of silver, dangled between her fangs and drizzled across her tongue, which eagerly twitched from side to side, anticipating its meal. Mizora closed her mouth again and said, "What do you say, snack?"

The darkness slithered over Mizora like a whisper, unseen at first — watching, waiting. The cambion lay still, but never truly resting. Not when war loomed on the horizon, not when hunger gnawed at the edges of her being. And the shadow knew. It always knew.

Normally, it takes a shape to annoy, to get under the skin, to open her eyes to other perspectives, to force her to look at what she deems ugly, weak, unworthy. But this time, it took a slightly different shape — an exquisite reflection, a flawless echo of temptation itself. Because what could be more irresistible to a cambion than her own self? Her own cunning eyes drinking her in, her own silken skin meeting her touch, her own taste lingering on her tongue, the nourishment of her own flesh — rich, decadent, and inescapable. A feast of self-indulgence. A trap of her own making. And oh, how willingly both would fall.

She let herself slip as the tail moved, just enough to play the part, but not completely — she's quick to hold onto the edge as the tail moved up. She knew how the other enjoyed her little treats best when they struggled. Mizora probably found it adorable. And the little shadow? Oh, she could indulge her.

"It's only unstable because you insist on lashing that tail around like some wild beast instead of a proper lady." She teased, smirking as the other's breath — hot, thick with iron and salt — rolled over her skin, heavy and humid like a summer storm.

"Hmm." She inhaled deeply. "Is that blood I smell?" Her pout was perfectly practiced, a sultry mockery of disappointment as she tilted her head, ruby eyes full of mischief. "You’ve already eaten?" A slow blink, a teasing lilt to her voice. "How terribly selfish."

With a quick beat of her wings, she lifted herself, perching atop the immense tail’s razor edge, legs crossed, a picture of casual elegance. The tip was sharp, true, but with her current diminutive form, it posed little threat. Unless, of course, the other decided to end their fun prematurely... But knowing her appetites, it was unlikely.

Her wrist twirled in the air with practiced flourish, and the rich scent of orchids — her favourite — bloomed around her. A little extra temptation. Not that the other needed it. She could already see the hunger, feel the heat of it. Salivating, weren’t we? But really, who could blame her? She was, in fact, the most delicious treat Mizora would ever find. And well, the shadow never minded offering a bit of... encouragement.

"Oh, so I get to choose? How generous..." She smirks, running a finger along the sharpness of the other's tail, slowly, softly. "I could make myself even smaller, but then, where would the flavour go?" Her voice dripped with mock innocence. "Or I could be larger… but then you'd have to savour me in pieces, bite by bite... Tempting, but too much work, wouldn't you agree? And we both know that right now, you need something that melts right on your tongue, don’t you?"

She leaned in, the smirk returning to her lips, purring in amusement. "Well then… tongue out, darling."

[dirtybg3confessions]

I want Orin to castrate me, feed me my own balls on a silver platter, and keep me as her most special most favorite puppy.

[subukunojess]

Sorry to be Silly on Main BUT—

In Canon Greek Mythology, some of the Gods eat each other or other people, transformations, etc. and we accept that with mixed reactions.

BUT WHEN I, SUBUKUNOJESS, WANT TO WRITE A NON-FATAL ONESHOT OF MY MONSTER ODYSSEUS HAVING HIS WIFE FOR DESSERT SAFELY, ITS DIFFERENT! *gets bonked*

[bramble-mouse]

"Hey, hey, hey. Deep breath, buddy."

Your giant friend's voice is so gentle as you shield your eyes from lights that are too bright, from feeling too much. You struggle out of your hoodie because the fabric is too scratchy in your arms and throw it away. You are on the verge of tears or screaming.

"Show me how I can help."

Your friend's massive voice again, but so soft, so gentle like the crash of ocean waves. You cannot find words right now so you open your eyes a moment, leveling a shaking finger in the direction of thier mouth.

The giant pauses and you feel gentle hands lift you off the ground as you squeeze your eyes shut again, cover your ears with you hands.

"Okay. Let's get you down."

The giant says, and you curl up, rocking to self soothe in the dip of their palm.

"It's okay. I'm right here."

You feel everything more than see it- a blast of warm air. The feeling of a great tongue beneath you. The deafening gulp that sends you down thier throat. The squeeze of throat muscles guiding you towards the giant's core.

Inside thier belly, it's dark. It's pleasantly humid and warm, and the walls squeeze around you, kneading tension from your body. As the organ gurgles harmlessly around you, you focus on the steady thumping of a colossal heart above you. The giants stomach mimics digesting you but does no harm. It simply groans loudly, massaging you as it your cradles body.

"Stay in there as long as you want, okay?"

The giant's muffled yet omnipresent voice reassures, then falls silent, allowing their stomach to do its usual work- to return you to ease, to help you regulate and coax you out of overstimulation.

[eggslamwich]

I wrote 2200+ words of Kenjaku and Mahito engaging in dope cannibalism if anyone wants to read it

[dirty-ffxiv-confessions]

Confession: I need Y'shtola Rhul to actually swallow me whole but like idk do you all think she'd do it if I asked her politely enough?

[voxofthevoid]

On this fine Wednesday, can I interest anyone in consensual vore with a side of incest?

CW: graphic descriptions of non-lethal cannibalism; the eaten party being awake and aware during said cannibalism; sibling incest where one party doesn't believe they're siblings

“I’m not letting you do that,” Yuuji says, pressing down on Chōsō with all his weight; the state Yuuji’s in, Chōsō could throw him off easy as anything, but he doesn’t, which is exactly what Yuuji’s banking on. “This is bad enough without you…carving yourself up like steak.”

“It’s really not—”

“No.” Yuuji resettles, lifting his body off Chōsō to kneel between his legs, most of his weight still on the hands gripping Chōsō’s shoulders. There’s a lot of this that’s familiar—the position, their half-naked bodies, hooded eyes peering up at Yuuji. That somehow makes what he’s about to do feel worse, more perverse, but it’s still leagues better than letting Chōsō do that to himself for Yuuji’s sake. “I’ll do it. It’s just jaw strength anyway. I’m not that weak.”

“No one would accuse you of weakness, Yuuji,” Chōsō says, a trace of a sigh in his voice; Yuuji ignores Sukuna’s grumbled disagreement. The strange smile flirting with Chōsō’s lips is a more interesting sight. “I have such troublesome brothers.”

“Oh, come on, don’t—” Yuuji cuts himself off. It’s useless, and at this point, indulging Chōsō’s weird brother complex is the least he could do. “Are you ready?”

And Chōsō must know the question is more for Yuuji’s sake than his own, but he hums a reassurance anyway, tilting his head to the side to better bare the meat of his shoulder. Yuuji swallows thickly. He blames Chōsō’s attempt to serve himself up like dinner for his mind trying—and failing epically—to imagine it as a prime cut of steak. On the bright side, if Yuuji had actually felt hungry for even a moment, he’d never have forgiven himself.

“Sorry,” he mutters, the way he once did before killing this man’s actual brother, and dives in.

Flesh parts under his teeth, and Yuuji doesn’t stop until it comes apart in his mouth.

He has the sense not to chew.

The meat slides wetly down his throat, lodging at the base before a desperate, convulsive swallow forces it all the way down.

Cursed energy explodes inside him, a surge of alien power that’s quickly, devastatingly devoured by something Yuuji can’t even pretend is Sukuna. It’s nothing like the power that seeped into him slow and steady and almost sweet when it was just Chōsō’s blood wetting his mouth; if that was a trickle, this is a flood. He shudders through it, slumping against Chōsō until the metallic scent drenching the air makes him notice that Chōsō’s shoulder is still am open wound, the blood flow stemmed but the chunk of flesh still missing.

“Why are you—Chōsō, heal it!”

Chōsō says, “Take…more.”

Yuuji almost argues, but there’s a strain in Chōsō’s voice that wasn’t there any of the times before, and he’s reminded that this is harder for him too, and if this isn’t enough, if Yuuji has to do this again, he’ll be hurting this man again for no good reason.

He screws his eyes shut and bites deep, his teeth meeting each other through the fleeting resistance of flesh.

He swallows.

Another bite, another chunk of meat down his throat, another surge of power.

“Enough,” Yuuji says, mouth close enough to Chōsō’s torn shoulder to feel the steamy heat rising from it. “That’s enough, Chōsō.”

Under him, Chōsō heaves a shuddering sigh.

Yuuji pries his eyes open, forcing himself to look, to see.

He’s made a carnage of Chōsō’s shoulder. Yuuji barely paused to feel his depraved mouthfuls, and he couldn’t tell if the constriction of his throat had been from their size or just pure disgust. Now, looking at what he’s done, it’s clear his teeth weren’t as careful, as clean, as Yuuji had wanted.

Torn skin and exposed muscle. No bone, at least. But the whole shoulder is a mass of meat.

“Chōsō, I’m so—”

A sweaty palm curls around the side of Yuuji’s jaw, thumb slotting over his lips. Yuuji smothers the instinctive urge to pull away—and the even worse impulse to open his mouth and catch that flesh between his teeth for reasons that have nothing to do with consumption. He stays put, watching as Chōsō heals himself. His eyes are closed, and he’s breathing deeply and evenly through his nose. His shoulder is knitting itself back together, slower than all the times he’s healed before, and Yuuji hardly dares to breathe until every stray drop of blood is reabsorbed and every bloody tear fades into unmarred flesh.

Chōsō opens his eyes; they’re all pupil.

His cursed energy is a storm inside Yuuji, and there’s rot in it, a sensation Yuuji is infinitely familiar with, but it’s nothing like the endless festering that’s taken up residence in his soul. This just is.

It almost feels good.

“Thank you,” Yuuji chokes out.

He’s rewarded with a soft, drunken smile. Chōsō’s hand slides down from his jaw, skimming the lines of Yuuji’s neck and shoulder before falling limply to the bed.

“I’m glad it worked.”

[officialbruciewayne]

Question: could you, in any scenario, find being physically eaten or physically eating another attractive (sexual caniballism has been a hot topic today and Im just so curious about your feelings on the topic)

I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask this topic...

Generally, Brucie Wayne will try anything once, but this truly sounds like it might be something I would try once - because in at least one of these scenarios, I'm snuffed. I've eaten some unusual things, particularly in my youth, but I won't murder another person, so the other scenario is firmly no.

[vermakesthings]

WIP, supernatural world

The story of the first vampire

Oh, Merinthu, oh Merinthu, 

How cruel, a fate bestowed for you,

Your daughter sick, beyond all heal,

Alchemist be, this fate repeal.

You tried all spell, you tried all drought,

You tried your faith, yet all for naught.

At last you turned, your oath released,

And went then south, for god of beast.

There blood you took, from god’s warm corpse,

Returned in swift, towards, Renorps,

There daughter lay in sleep, alive,

so you then rushed, for life you strive.

The blood, it heals, your wife you told,

Though you did fear it’s power’s hold,

Your daughter young, you dared not test,

So upon thyself took in chest.

It burned from start, you screamed and raged,

Your hunger grew, till could not cage,

No food your wife could find would sate,

Your thirst for blood, thy cursed fate.

You held out long, went not insane,

Yet in the end, it was your bane,

Your delay robbed you full of thought,

Your daughter slept, her fate now wrought.

You pounced her, biting her neck, to drink,

The blood desired, your hearts in sync,

As life was drained, your wife was stuck,

Her child’s death, in fear laid struck.

You came to, hunger truly gone,

Lilumia, teeth still held, undrawn,

You felt her warmth begin to fade,

You panic, your blood then flew, and prayed.

Thy blood divine, it healed you full,

Your daughter, teeth in veins, they pull,

The blood you’d drained, returned in whole,

And blood divine, you couldn’t control.

Her blood now heals, by godly might,

And even death, its hold can’t fight.

You heard her heart again, its beat,

Was strong, and fast, its sound so sweet.

Though child life restored, thine wife,

Could see no more than corpse and strife.

She fled thy home, thy life, thy world,

You sought, and found her life unfurled.