Izumi
was a sweaty, blushing, quivering mess. She stared with glassy eyes
at Hayate’s back, looking at his smooth, taut skin and the
deceptive, wiry muscles that flexed and rippled beneath. She was
slumped against the cupboard, breathing heavily, her heart throbbing
in her breast. She was sore, her body blazing with the remembered
touch of Hayate’s hands. Her buttocks were deep red.
Hayate
had bent her over his knee and made her kiss and suckle his dick
while he ruthlessly spanked her, smit

Gaz
scowled, lying on the table. She glared daggers at the little green
alien who stood over her, cackling in triumph. She looked at a jar of
purple goo that rested beside her, and at a large, high tech-looking
oven that stooped in a corner of the room."Yes!
Victory for Zim! You filthy humans will be defeated by my superior
intellect. Mwahahahaha!"He
threw back his head and laughed.Gaz
was naked. Straps of some unidentified alloy held her wrists and
ankles fixed to the table. The bonds

“Voila! Have a look at my newest darling baby!

”



Mei

Hatsume

gestured theatrically

to

a large contraption, a monstrosity of pipes and gears that lay supine across the floor of her personal workshop. There was something crocodilian about the oblong assembly

"Wait,
what?"
Ayumu
Nishizawa blinked and gave her friend a blank look before saying
these words. They had just been chatting over drinks at the
apartment, enjoying some refreshments after a hard bit of studying.
It had been rough work for Ayumu, whom Hinagiku had been drilling on
a variety of subjects, and this amiable reprieve was a godsend. But
as a pair of girls with little common ground in experience apart from
a shared crush, naturally their talk had wended its way—once all
ot

Megumi
blushed, feeling the air against her naked back. Her body was warm,
and she tried not to think too hard about her nakedness, or the
thought of what they were doing. She looked sidelong at Erina, who
was acting perfectly prim. Absurdly so for a naked girl laid on a
tray.
Megumi
glanced down at Erina's chest and winced. She was a sweet girl, and
not the sort to begrudge another person's good fortune, but she
couldn't held feeling a pang at the sight of Erina's very ample
bosom. Her own sle

When
Yolei walked in the door after a day at work, it was to find an
unusual mess. She walked into the hall, and she looked with surprise
to see a trail of soy sauce leading to the kitchen. This wasn't just
a drizzle or a trickle such as you might have seen if you were look
at the results of a cracked bottle or a tilting dish. It wasn't mere
splashes here or there, as there might have been if a bowl were
disturbed or carelessly carried.Yolei was no detective, but
she didn't need Sherlock Holmes

Ruki
sat before the TV, watching the image of the beautiful woman on the
screen, the gorgeous and voluptuous Mimi who stood in naked apron
behind a platter laden with the steaming, golden brown form of a
live-roasted woman in her mid twenties. Mimi beamed at the camera and
brushed her hair away from her face, a small but charming gesture
that caused Ruki's heart to skip a beat. Raptly the lass watched and
listened, viewing her idol and the cooked woman who lay before her on
the screen.
Ruki
wig

When
Lucy awoke, she was in a daze. From unknowing blackness she emerged
into a dark cellar or dungeon, seeing walls lined with sex toys and
torture implements. She blinked, dizzy and forgetful, and she tried
to remember where she was and what she was doing. Belatedly she
noticed that she was naked, and she found that she was unable to move
her hands and feet, and as her eyes adjusted to the gloom she became
aware of a familiar form standing before her.
"V-Virgo...?"
Lucy said, her bo

Don
Corneo rubbed his hands as he raked his eyes over his newest
acquisition. Tifa Lockhart, a buxom brunette with firm thighs and a
round, meaty ass stood stiffly before him, her hands at her sides and
her cheeks dusted a lightest pink. Her bosom heaved, and he paused to
appreciate the cleavage revealed by her low-cut dress. It was a fine
garment, and fitted specially to her figure—it would be a challenge
to find the dress a new owner without significant retailoring. But
Corneo was a wealthy

"Whoa,
hey! Hey!
Watch the goods, there, Yukihira!"
Yuuki
Yoshino blushed as a deft hand brushed over her backside, and with
further reddening of the cheeks she crossed her arms over her chest.
She squirmed slightly, kneeling naked in a knee-high tub.
"Tadokoro
said the meat has to be washed out, though," Souma said, looking
guilelessly at his petite dormmate. He gripped one of Yuuki's
buttocks and, tugging, pried it apart from the other.
His
finger prodded the rim of a brig

"S-Souma...
Don't keep me waiting..."
Nikumi
had a vibrant blush in her olive cheeks, and her skillful hands were
clasped before a heaving bosom. She wriggled her hips and squirmed in
her spot, shifting in place and eyeing the grill as it heated up.
Naked as a plucked hen, Nikumi sat on the countertop with her legs
held close together, her thighs tightly squeezed. She was quivering
with anticipation.
Souma
Yukihira, redhaired and boyishly handsome, looked at Nikumi with a
wide, guilel

It was singularly surreal, thought Nico Robin, to look at herself and see herself laid out on the table like a slab of meat. More bizarre still was it to think that when she thought 
'like a slab of meat'
, she did not choose the phrasing as a figurative or poetic expression. No, it was quite literal.

Blankly, she watched as Sanji took out a broad steel cleaver and gently aligned its edge just above her knee.

Samui
breathed a sigh, gritting her teeth and clutching at the front of her
shirt. She looked askance at Karui, who wore a triumphant smirk
despite the hands that were even now rubbing cooking oil onto her
brown, perky ass.
"This
is so not cool," she told the redhead.
"You're
the one who made the bet," Karui replied flippantly. "And
you lost, so you've gotta pay up."
"You
lost, too," said Samui. "Doesn't it bother you?"
Karui
shrugged, smiling

"S-Stop
looking at me like that..."
Kagome
Higurashi mumbled and crossed an arm over her chest. Her cheeks were
bright rosy in color, and getting starkly pinker. A hand pressed
itself soft and slender between her legs, abashedly cupping the bulge
of her pubic mound. Dark hair fell a short way down her bare back,
her skin growing ruddy in great, hot patches under the open sunlight.
Her
bosom, modestly generous in size, seemed to her curiously burdensome
right then and there. It swelled

Kaguya
Otsutsuki gazed at the two young men before her. She felt a pang in
her chest, a twinge of nostalgic recollection. Their chakra was so
familiar to her, their souls as the souls of her sons, and Hagoromo's
sons, also. Indra and Asura. Sasuke and Naruto.
They
were good boys, weren't they? Despite her superior power, they were
able to push her this far, talented and resourceful enough to drive
her nearly into a corner. She was not perspiring, perhaps, certainly
not so heavily as they, but st

It
was difficult to say where they had gotten the motivation to go
through with it. Perhaps it was those special cooking articles in
Witch Weekly, or the erotic novels in Hermione's private study. It
could have been that it came out of nowhere, breathed into their
minds by the air itself, truly and literally spontaneous.Whatever
the case, it took root quickly. Their anniversaries were coming up,
and they had arranged for a private dinner between the four of them.
Ron had jokingly made the sugges

Dear
Lucy,
I
have a special meal waiting just for you. Please come to this
address.
Sincerely,
Rebecca
Clutching
this letter in hand, Luffy stared into the room that had been listed
in the note, feeling a sense of curious familiarity at the sight of
Rebecca in the nude, shyly smiling and beckoning him inward.
Frowning,
he looked around the room. He saw a few strange devices on the floor
near Rebecca, and a table with a few jars of sauce or something, plus
an assortment of utensils, but one thing

I
suppose that starting my account of our trip by remarking on the
gorgeous weather there would be a touch cliché, but don't things
become clichés in the first place because they're effective? Maybe
it's cheap, but people wouldn't use them so much if they didn't have
something to them.
So
I'll tell you up front that the destination of our vacation was a
wonderful place, a gorgeous seaside resort like nothing else I've
ever seen. The sand was white, and the water was blue, and the hil

Boruto
Uzumaki gulped as he watched his wife adjust the spit over the fire,
hot coals burning red within a wide, stone-rimmed pit. He shivered as
the evening autumn air brushed over his naked skin, rustling the
trimmed and denuded branches overhead. His manhood stood at
attention, his eyes glued to his wife's slender form.
The
forest clearing was quiet save for the muffled footfall of Sarada's
bare soles on the naked soil, and the soft crackling of the fire as
its coals burned low but hot. Sens

The
lots were drawn. The choice was made.
Dinner
would be served.
On
a private balcony in Konoha, with a clear view of the Hokage
Monument, twelve women of varying ages and nationalities were
standing around the empty cup from which they had drawn their sticks.
They were, all of them, dressed in tight bikinis, tiny and revealing,
as part of the event.
Kin
Tsuchi and Tayuya, kunoichi of the Hidden Sound were there, looking a
mixture of mischievous and relieved. The former wore a purple one
piece