Mirabel's Roasting
F/F, Incest, Encanto, Mirabel Madrigal, Delores Madrigal, snuff, non-fatal, cannibalism
 
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The soft, but still audible sound of a feminine moan cut through Delores's sleep, waking her from a sound slumber with a groggy snort.
 
Quiet, wet sounds, soft slippery ones, mixed with a familiar moan made the married woman growl deep in her throat.
 
"Pleeeeease~" And right on cue, there was Mirabel's soft, whispered moan. "

“Now Anna, you know I’m not exactly comfortable with that… It has been years since we last done… that.” The snow-white blonde Princess Elsa says to her younger sister Anna who would cross her arms under her breasts that were nearly as big as her own head, “But Elsa! If we don’t do it, we won’t be able to bond as used to.” She smiles with a giggle, “Why don’t we talk this over some tea and see if you can convince me.” Elsa

DISCLAIMER: REMEMBER, THIS IS ALL FAKE. DON’T EVER CUT ANYONE’S LIMBS OFF OR EAT THEM OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. GIRLS ARE ALL WONDERFUL AND DESERVE TO BE TREATED VERY NICELY.





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Here it is folks. The big one. In all my years of being a meatgirl food critic, I’ve never had such anticipa

“You look so tasty, my little snack… Tell me how much you want it❤”
Violet shivered on the table, smiling dreamily up at Mirage. The two of them were naked, and their skin was standing up in goosebumps. It was a little chilly without any clothes, but the both of them felt hot as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“I want it more than anything,” Violet purred, cupping Mirage’s dangling breasts, feeling the weight of them upon her palms, the softness o

Dash woke up with a splitting headache and a sharp pain in his calves. He couldn’t remember where he was or how he had gotten there, and when he opened his eyes, he didn’t recognize his surroundings. Not but for one thing… or one person, rather.
“Violet…?” the boy said, stirring slowly to wakefulness. “Where are we? And why are you…?”
He stared at his sister for a moment. As siblings, they had both seen each other in compromising states of

“If you want to play at being a hero, little girl, then you had better be prepared for peril.”
Mirage crossed her arms under her breasts, conspicuously pushing them up in her slinky, low-cut black dress. She was dolled up today and ready to have some fun in her role as the big bad’s second in command.
Violet Parr, her super suit torn away in the course of her capture and a naked body exposed, grimaced and struggled against the iron manacles that were holding her down on the ta