So, this is their arena. A massive circular pillar, 200 meters in diameter, filled with things made by Constria. Beautiful towers, bridges, and other mechanisms that I cannot wait to destroy. If anything survives? I’ll add it to my temple. Which is going along perfectly. It’s a pyramid structure, with my light shooting off into the sky, making an inverse pyramid that starts where the grounded on ends. My angels reside in the top one, while my worshippers, simply go into the bottom po

July, Summer 2026 (Torea Time)
Library of Rhea, Demiplane on Torea, Presumably in the State of Maine, Continent of North America
Rhea's Library was rather quiet at the moment. Theda was at her computer, working on digitizing several spells that she found the other day. She had rather cryptically labeled it "Genital merging stuff", and what exactly qualified to be in it was likely known only to her. The succubus sighed, taking a moment to stretch. It was later in the day, so she had gotten comfor

Naked Sword Master.



By DJ4K






Tags: fantasy, public nudity, snuff, fighting, M/M, M/F, F/M, rape, gore, oni, human, furry, snuff, sex, male pred, male prey, human pred, oni pred, anthro prey, cooking, spit roast, cooking prep, butchering,

The crowd roared from behind bulletproof glass. Their cheers drowning out the spectacle's loud gulps that were sending the bout's loser to his tomb. Wagered money was already being exchanged, and a few fights over the match's outcome were being broken up by security. The underground fighting ring was in uproarious spirits.
Coming upon dinner's succulent hips, one last show of dominance deliberately slurped all over the prize's groin. Sending the audience into a frenzy so wild, their small numbe

Ball-Bound Justice – Alt: Prisoners' Revolt
 
The hallway lights buzzed on, harsh and unforgiving, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor of the Metropolitan Women's Detention Center Annex. The air carried the sharp, chemical bite of industrial bleach mixed with the faint sourness of overnight sweat from a hundred bodies crammed too close. Tasha "Tank" Monroe stepped into line for morning roll call, her orange jumpsuit zipped tight over the new softness at her h