“My, my… How pitiful❤”
Yuffie roused only slowly at the sound of this voice, stirred from a dully throbbing quiescence by the haughty tones of Shinra’s head of Advanced Weapons Development. She cracked open her eyes one at a time, the lids feeling as heavy as lead. The light that met her gaze was painful to her head, and she would have clutched her temples if her hands were free.
Unfortunately, she had been tied up. And judging by the feel of the cool air against her s

Something was off, but Sae could not say quite what. It was on the tip of her tongue as she got out of bed that morning, but she could not pick out anything that was different from normal. It just felt… wrong, somehow.
“What's for breakfast?”
“The usual.”
Makoto was in the kitchen, and she wore nothing but an apron. This was just like always. Sae could not remember a time when her sister hadn’t prepared breakfast for her like this. And she often enough cooked

“Naughty boy,” said Hanabi, smirking at her nephew from where she sat upon the countertop. Unsubtly, she spread her legs wider for his appraisal. “As soon as your little girlfriends are away, you turn around and start fooling with other women… You really are just like your father.”
She winked, between this expression and the glistening moistness of her obscenely splayed sex communicating that she did not say these things as an insult. Nonetheless, Boruto still scow

“I don't understand… How can it be? After all this time…”
Mami looked up at the smiling faces that loomed over her and her friends. Men in sharp suits and women in dazzling dresses leered that Mami, Sayaka, Kyoko, Madoka, and Homura. The magical girls were restrained by strange devices, squirming uselessly against a combination of steel cuffs and a curious energy field. Mami could feel her strength slowly draining.
“You bastards!” snarled Kyoko, struggling v

According to the philosophy of Aristotle, all things in existence followed a logical chain of cause and effect. This philosophy also distinguished between a cause as understood in the strictly mechanistic-scientific sense and cause in the sense of purpose, which was deemed as essential a facet of everything in existence as any material properties. In such schools of thought, all things have a reason to exist, even if it be trivial or adversarial, and all phenomena likewise have a cause. Followin

It was dark, and it was quiet. At first she knew nothing, and she felt nothing, and she was nothing. Emptiness reigned over eternity, and time stretched beyond all reckoning in the void outside the sensation of self. Death could have claimed her, and it would have felt no different.
But slowly, gradually she came to comprehend that she was still alive. She could feel, no matter how much she wished she could not, and she could smell and taste and hear. Begrudgingly, she perceived her own existen

“You know, Joker, if Lady Ann wasn't fine with this…”
“Yeah, yeah… I know.”
Ren Amamiya waved a hand lazily, relaxing on his bed. He was in a good mood, and he could not even remotely suppress the smirk that curled his lips. He was as pleased as the cat that ate the canary, and equally just as remorseless.
Morgana huffed from his usual perch, grooming himself sullenly. While he had seen how enthusiastically Ann had taken to the circumstances with which she w

Ann was tense as she waited in her desk, staring up to the front of the classroom. The other students were slowly filtering out the door, leaving behind only her and Kawakami-sensei.
She had been dreading this all week. Ever since Kawakami had approached her about the results of her final exams and asked to speak with her after class let out for this week, Ann had been racked with anxiety over what her teacher would say. She had never exactly had stellar grades, and Kawakami’s expression h

For the past three days, Sadayo Kawakami had been in a foul mood. And she had every right to be! Hadn’t she put her career at risk to engage in her relationship with Ren Amamiya? If anyone found out that the two of them were dating, it would mean the end of her career as a teacher. So of course, it had been the worst imaginable slap in the face for her to discover that Ren had been fooling around with multiple other women at the same time, and ever since Valentine’s Day, she had been

“I am going to a grand, secret noble banquet tomorrow. Do you wish to come with, Yunyun? It will be a black, orgiastic repast worthy of our accursed blood, and I cannot think of anyone more deserving to partake of it alongside us than the future chief of the Crimson Demons, and my closest friend.”
In hindsight, Yunyun should have known that something was up when Megumin came to her with that offer, but the moment she heard Megumin say ‘my closest friend’, her higher facul

“Where did we get all this meat from…?”
Megumin murmured this to herself as she withdrew a container of what looked like leftover ham from the icebox. There were several such containers now populating the cold storage in the mansion’s kitchen—a convenience that Kazuma had insisted on installing, regardless of expense—and she was pretty sure she would have remembered a meal with enough meat to have such a quantity leftover.
But then, thinking about it for a m

“Good grief, my child… I know you can be brought back effortlessly by your friends, but don’t you think you should take a little more consideration for your own well being?” Eris looked at Darkness ruefully, acting a touch exasperated to see the blonde again so soon. But this saintly show of consideration was marred by a shameful hue in the goddess’s cheek, a warm flush a pleasure as she surveyed the nude, euphoric blonde. “At the very least… shouldn&r

“So… Did any of you guys have any ideas?”
Ann stared up at the ceiling from Futaba’s bed, addressing the other girls of the Phantom Thieves. They had reconvened after the previous day’s events to discuss their plan of action, but so far, nobody had volunteered anything compelling.
Futaba sat once more at her computer desk, the reflected glow of the PC monitor rendering her glasses opaque. Her legs were tucked up onto her chair, and a mechanical keyboard clicked an

People said that spring was the season of love, and perhaps it truly was. Certainly, there was something in the air that brought out a great deal of foolishness from men and women, be they young or old, and there was no shortage of drama and foolery as hormonal youths and lonely adults emerged from hibernal seclusion to greet a renewed, bustling world. Mistakes were made, and lessons were learned, and bonds were forged by shared experience.
Everywhere one looked, one could see the vibrancy and l

Everything had gone horribly wrong for the enemies of the Fire Nation. The traitors and insurgents had shown their hand too soon, and it cost them dearly. Phoenix King Ozai had slain the Avatar, and the new Fire Lord, Azula, had vanquished her brother after his attempted assassination. For those who had hoped to defeat the Fire Nation and free their lands from under the boots of their conquerors, it was a tragedy.
But for Azula, it was just about the happiest ending she could have imagined. Ther

Steam rose in curling wisps from slender hands and dainty feet, an aromatic halo about the golden-brown form of this petite angel, the newest member of heaven’s choir. The skin of a young tomboy’s hands, just-so pink and calloused in life, was dark and crisp now, and a spry, modestly athletic form lay prone and forevermore immobile. Slender arms and youthful legs were gapped, here and there along their length, with clean slices and more jagged tears of rougher carving, missing wedges

“Ah… I wonder what I should get Lillie for her birthday? Selene said she was thinking of going on a picnic, but I don’t know…”
Acerola kicked her feet as she thought aloud to herself, pondering the plan’s for the blonde’s upcoming celebration. Lillie’s mother usually didn’t do much for her daughter’s birthday, so Selene wanted to make the occasion special. Acerola concurred, but she had to admit that she was quite stumped as to what t

That day started out like any other for Nagatoro. She woke up, got dressed, et cetera. She went to school, she teased Senpai between classes, and she teased him still more after school, and she teased him all the way home. It was her usual routine, with her favorite…
…well, Nagatoro didn’t know if she would call Senpai her victim, or her toy, or her pet. He wasn’t at the level where she would think of him as boyfriend material (at least that she would admit), although

“Be sure to get my good side!”
Monika winked at me, then did a twirl for the camera, her apron fluttering like a flag in the breeze and her skirt flaring and floating about her shapely thighs. I smiled wryly and clicked the button, causing the camera to make the sound of a clicking shutter as the image of Monika’s pose was preserved in still life on the memory card.
A giggle from Sayori’s direction caught my notice, and I saw her smiling at me. Like Monika, she was weari

Andy and Jenny had known when they agreed to this shoot that it would end with the two of them being cooked. This was only the natural outcome for a couple of nubile, succulent young men like themselves showing off their bare skin in a restaurant setting, displaying their mouthwatering hams and their toothsome sausages and their smooth, supple bodies. It was the restaurant owner’s condition for letting them do a gay porn shoot in his establishment, and the two young stars had persuaded the

The city streets were crowded, and the buildings rose high and clustered close together, overhanging the cobblestone paths and shading the pedestrians with their upper stories. As in any city in any land, people talked and laughed and quarreled and courted. Young lovers pitched woo in not-so-secret corners, and merchants haggled with would-be buyers. In a way, the scene was one that would be familiar to anybody.
And yet, to a pair of figures who walked among the crowds, dressed in garb of fine

“Mmm, oh, yes… What sweet girls you are…❤”
Lusamine’s voice was low and sultry, and her skin felt like silk. Slim, dexterous fingers threaded themselves through raven locks while her misting breath kindled a hot flame in her guest’s cheek.
“Mom…” Lillie panted, rubbing her thighs together and leaning forward, watching her mother welcome her friend. Her eyes were hazy, her lips glistening and gently parted, her slender form bare upon the

If Akko was to give her opinion on the food at Luna Nova, she would have to say that it was very decent. Especially after everything she had gone through in the process of getting here, it was wonderful to sit down to a nice, hot meal. It could have been better—although she couldn’t put her finger on what exactly was lacking—but she was grateful just to fill her belly.
Well… to give herself something to digest, at least. Calling the food “filling” would be t

It was noon—time for Home Economics class at Dolcett High. Today, as on every other school day at this time, Yvonne filed into the classroom alongside her friends, Amy and Christine. They were all attractive young women, each fairly popular in her own right. They were the darlings of the school, and there were very few boys who didn’t want them or girls who didn’t want to be them.
But none of that mattered inside the Home Ec classroom. Once they stepped through that door, they

Liara T’Soni wore a small smile as she finished signing the paperwork. The payment had already been wired into the company’s account, and now the transaction was official. She gave the salesman a polite nod, then looked toward the merchandise.
The human male whom Liara had just purchased was smiling serenely as the store’s collar was unfastened from around his neck. The device was there to ensure that nobody would try to take a bite of the meat before it had been paid for, and

“This is your fault! You shouldn’t have opened your big mouth, you stupid jerk!”
“How the hell is it my fault? You’re the one who used Explosion right outside of town!”
Megumin glared daggers at Kazuma while she struggled in vain against the hands of the men who were tearing off her clothes, held down and undressed in the back of a seedy tavern. A slender form was exposed, her body still petite even after years of development since her and Kazuma’s first

It had been a wonderful date so far. Marnie didn’t want to admit it, because she still had a few reservations, and she was hesitant to concede that she did indeed swing this way. But it had been very nice so far. And, to be fair, it wasn’t like she hadn’t ever experimented before. Just that there was making out with your friend on a dare, and then there was going on a full-fledged romantic date. Had it just been a quick fling out back, Marnie would have thought little of it. A

Whether or not attention was pleasant depended very much on context. It was a question of the kind of attention, and the kind of person giving it, and how accustomed or fed up with that kind of attention from that kind of person the recipient was. The absence of attention once dislike could become upsetting, and the kind of attention that one person might find disagreeable could be highly affirming to another who lacked such attention. The nuances of what was and was not welcome could be very su

Constanze stared at the scribblings on the piece of parchment laid before her. Akko’s idea of a schematic bore more resemblance to a small child’s doodles than any actual usable design document. Still, she thought she could see the gist of what the girl sought.
The only question was… why?
Silently, Constanze looked up at Akko, who was looking at her with a hopeful smile. The brunette leaned uncomfortably close, looming over the diminutive engineer in a way that might have been

“Hmm…”
Paula stared at Haru, watching the girl walk out of the Ichijou residence. Something about the brunette’s attitude recently had been bugging her. There had been something noticeably different about Haru this past week, and she had finally gotten suspicious when she noticed Haru heading to the Ichijou place earlier today.
Despite her skills as an assassin, Paula wasn’t foolhardy enough to try and sneak into the home of a Yakuza boss. Maybe she wouldn’t

Nessa recalled her pokémon into its pokéball, softly smiling as she wrapped up the final match she would fight as a gym leader. She had been planning for this day for months, and she had made all the preparations for the grand announcement.
“Thank you, thank you,” she said to her cheering fans, maintaining her cool demeanor as she cocked her hips. She waited for the applause to die down as the final challenger of her career departed, accepting their defeat gracefully e

“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

Shinso did not think anything of the nurse who drew his blood. He was more preoccupied with the pinch of the needle and the sensation of his blood being drawn than with the woman who did it, even if her breasts did press distractingly into the back of his head. But he was too preoccupied with ignoring the slight pain of the needle to think much of the smile on the woman’s face. Nor did he think anything of it when a second nurse came in after the first and drew his blood again. It did leav

The bridge of the Normandy reeked like a charnel house. Broken furniture was strewn across the floor, and damaged consoles sparked and fizzled. Warning lights flashed on and off, strobing with an intermittent glow of red over a macabre, ghastly scene. Batarian raider chattered in their native tongue, lending the already harsh language an even more uncouth sound with their growling and rumbling.
Commander Shepard stared, distraught, at what remained of her comrades. She was unarmed and bound, sc

Kosaki’s heart was thundering in her chest as she stared down into the wok. She couldn’t quite think as she watched the steam rise from a black iron bottom, the concave breadth sizzling with preparatory splashes of water. Heat grew in her face, a heat that seemed to nearly rival the heat of the flames crackling beneath the wok, and she rubbed her legs together, aware of a tingling between her thighs, acutely conscious of her nudity. She squirmed, placing one arm embarrassedly over he

“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

Lucas had been looking forward to the main attraction of the barbecue that his best friend Steven’s folks were holding. He’d heard about the arrangements for the meatgirl yakitori from Steven, and he’d been hyping him up on the idea for the past two weeks. Lucas had always been very into dolcett, and he felt like he never got enough opportunities to explore it, so it had been very easy for Steven to hype him up.
Yes, Lucas had been looking forward to the barbecue. He wasn&rsquo

“You pig. You useless pervert… I can’t believe you’re making me do this!”
“Nhaaah…❤ Yes, abuse me more, Ryobi~”
Ryona writhed at her sister’s harsh words, ample bosoms heaving, a pretty face vapid from gladness. Wide hips swayed from side to side, the buxom, buck naked blonde shaking her ass as she watched the petite brunette work before her. Ryona drooled from her lower mouth, slobbering lustily as her sister’s verbal scourging, pa

“Ah… yes, snuff me, Boruto❤” Sarada’s moan broke the semi-silence of grunting breaths and slapping skin. Heart-patterned sharingan wheeled in a rosy face, girlish features warped by a lustful euphoria as the brunette twisted and writhed beneath her boyfriend. “Rape me and kill me and eat me❤”
“Boruto… Boruto… Boruto…!❤” Sakura panted, her ass cheeks clapping and her modest breasts swaying. She rocked back and forth, red-