aino - Friday, February 15, 2019, 7:57 PM
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  Welcome to Snuff Kittens!
 
  This nightclub is for those who like to take their life in their hands when they enter- it's got a requirement that people know patrons here are looking for prey, and you may find yourself the entertainment for others as you get snuffed under the disco lights or taken home at your predator's preference!
 
  Aino Suzuki, the goddess of eating, is a favoured patron of the place and currently, she's sharing a booth with a certain elf who she's been clinging to with love in her eyes for a couple hours now. They've been sharing drinks (and live goldfish- swallow them in one go!) for a little bit and there's definitely an atmosphere in the air.
 
  Currently Aino has her head resting against Loden's shoulder.
 
 
Loden
  Loden's yellow eyes are modified for low light lurking, with hypersensitive, yet dynamically scalable photon receptors - artificially inserted rods and cones that glint like prisms at the right angle. Her jet black hair has been buzzed into a Marine-style crop. Her cheekbones arch like suspension bridges and her oval-shaped face has a strikingly sharp jawline. Her ears are long, pointed, and capable of articulation - almost elfin. Running along her chin and down the length of her neck (until it disappears into her collar) is an intricately done tattoo - black and white - that looks vaguely like some sort of tribalized style diagram of a semiconductor packed processor, and, if studied for long enough, seems to be scrolling along her flesh like a marquee.
 
  Along the side of her face and the right side of her head is another design, sort of like an exhaust vent if you squint just right. It looks more like an asymmetric abstract geometric pattern than anything tangible, though. Three black lines fall from the corner of her left eye, about halfway down her cheek. When she smiles or bears her teeth in a snarl, it reveals a row of perfectly unnatural white and even teeth, marred solely by a pair of twin silver canines.
 
  Her voice is a low, smoky contralto.
 
  Each of her hands is marked with ink that flows down from her outfit's sleeves, with the same transistor looking microchip pattern on her face and neck. The inkwork falls into symbols that rest upon her knuckles - perhaps a foreign language, or perhaps a contrived one. However most of them are covered by an assortment of silver rings that hug her digits. Something that looks a bit like a QR code rests on the base of her skull, a square identifier.
 
  She's wearing a black canvas jumpsuit made of organic fabric and zipped up to her neck. While not exactly form fitting, it is tight enough to betray the generous swell of her chest, the inward sweep of her flanks, and the round, curvaceous helping of hips and derrire that flows into long, powerful legs and feet encased in matte black combat boots. This is a woman who takes care of herself: in shape, built like an Olympian, and ready to rock.
 
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Everyone loves pictures.
 
Suited up: https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/4696334.png
 
In the field: https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/4696330.jpg
 
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  Loden is a powerful creature. Built like an athlete, nearly six feet of muscular, shapely elf, with unmistakable femininity in her chest, her hips, and her rear. How she wound up here is anyone's guess, but she's now interwound with Aino's figure, a hand combing through her hair slowly. Her ears flutter softly in time with the bass-drum of the music pumping through the club. She helps herself to another sip of her beverage, and leans in, taking a long, slow breath of the goddess' hair.
 
 
  Aino purrs.
 
  Her hair smells of peaches- the sort that grant immortality in the stories, perfectly fitting for a goddess like her. She seeks out whatever little bit of skin she can find to kiss it, and lets her lips linger on Loden's skin.
 
  "You taste sublime," Aino whispers, her voice keen despite the sound of the music all around them. "Oh my me, I want you so bad. In my mouth, in my bed, I don't care which. You're so strong and so firm and regal. A beautiful queen of the battlefield. I just want you so bad."
 
 
  Loden wraps her fingers up in Aino's hair, pulling back softly to lift the goddess' mouth from the nape of her neck and gingerly place their lips together. She pulls back, gaze half-lidded. "I'm not stupid," she says. "I know what you want - I want you too, but... I don't want to die. I don't want to be a sacrifice. I enjoy breathing." She holds the goddess' gaze for a moment. "But bed would be nice. /You/ would be nice. I want to feel you strain against me. I want to taste your sweat. I want to touch your body."
 
 
  "That would make me happy," Aino says, kissing Loden. "But..."
 
  "I could make it worth your while. I could even bring you back to life afterwards. And my afterlife is such a sweet place..."
 
  "But... would you like to know what I'd do, if I could? Just imagine for a minute. I can tell you what it'd be like in my dreams. Let me tell you what perfect, pretty things I would do to you and just think about it..."
 
 
  Loden moves around, twisting until she's straddling Aino's lap. She pinches a gold-fish out of their snack bowl and dangles it over the goddess' lips.
  "I think I know already. Your audience here has made that clear enough." If Aino goes for the goldfish, she pulls it back, letting it flap helplessly between her fingers. "I've read enough fables, though. I'd have no assurance you'd bring me back. No collatoral." The elf sets a hand above Aino's head, on the back of the booth, and lowers the fish again. "You were made for this, for luring flies into your web. I'm not a fly, girl. I'm another spider."
 
 
Aino Suzuki giggles. "And right now you're the most important person in the world to me."
 
  She makes little playful nips at the goldfish before Loden chooses what to do with it, and makes a motion to give herself a little bonk on the side of the head. "It's my own fault for falling in love so easily. But I just want every bit of you. And all you can do is trust me. Just like you trust a lover... just like you trust someone to make you happy on a first date."
 
  She shifts a little to look at Loden in the eyes, holding her close with both hands. "I'm not just a predator. I'm a lover, too, and a happy girl every day of my life. When I see someone like you I wanna eat... I notice how beautiful you are, and how I want to treat you well."
 
  She rubs Loden's side. "And, and... I feel like every time someone trusts me, I become a better person, a more worthwhile person, made better by every beautiful, powerful girl that puts their life in my hands."
 
 
  Loden lets out a little huff through her nose. She tries not to roll her eyes and winds up glancing aside, before leaning in and pressing her lips to Aino's. It's a firm kiss, deep, but non-invasive, almost pressuring. She shuts her eyes, and leans back, giving Aino the fish this time.
 
  "I'm sure you say that to every girl you've brought home from here. Be honest - be honest with me..." She licks her lips, shifting her weight so that her crotch grinds on Aino's lap. "You just want to eat me. You don't care about the trust. You don't care about any of it. You want me inside of you. You want me to give myself to you. You want to take me. Say it. Be honest with me, and I'll trust you. I'll trust you with everything I have."
 
 
  "I wanna eat you," Aino replies dreamily. She kisses Loden in the same way- like she's flighty and carefree. "I wanna take you. I want you to give yourself to me..."
 
  "But I do care about the trust. I wouldn't be the goddess I am if I didn't admit it. I know it's strange but it's who I am. At the same time I love you. I want to treat you well in my own weird way..."
 
  Aino's eyes glitter. "But on the other hand... on the other hand, I can be a hungry, needy predator who wants girls for their meat and loves to cook and consume. The smell of you coming out of the oven and the crackle of your skin under my teeth... yeeeah... /that's/ the stuff, Loden."
 
 
  "Close, but not quite. You don't love me. You love what you do. You love what I have. Me?" She takes Aino's hand, guiding it up under her shirt, along her chisled abdominals, and squeezes her own breast with the predator's mitt. "You don't love me. You want me. You need me." Her tits are ripe, full, heavy. "But I suppose that's the same thing, isn't it?" She shudders softly. "Tell me what you'd start with. Tell me what you'd take from me first."
 
 
  "Believe what you want to believe, I guess," Aino replies, running one fingertip around Loden's nipple, "Nobody's perfect. I love your body and I love what you're making me think, ehehe..."
 
  "But for you..."
 
  "I think I want those arms. Because you're strong. Because those fingers have pulled triggers and punched people out. I'd take an arm off of you with a nice loud crack and slice some of that meat free... I'd dream about all the cool and amazing things you've done and know that now your life is mine, that all of your dreams and desires for the future end with me, revolve around me as the juices roll down my tongue..."
 
  She's kissing Loden's arm now, removing her hand from her chest to hold it in both hands. "I'd wonder who you shot and which hand is dominant and how it /just doesn't matter/ because you're /meat/ now."
 
  Aino grins. "If you want me to just love your body instead of your heart, that's fine too. I can do that."
 
 
  Loden takes some deep, shuddering breaths as she's teased. Her face blushes, spreading over her cheeks and across her nose, as her nipples harden up. "Meat," she repeats softly," goosebumps rising on the back of her neck. "A sactifice. All my efforts at staying alive on the battlefield, out there... coming down to delivering you a quivering, delicious snack for one night. Tell me, would you slaughter me before you cook me? Let me feel the transformation of an autonomous being into raw matter for you to consume? Or will you have me whole? Cooked before you take me apart?"
 
 
  "Which would you like more?" Aino replies, her eyes twinkling.
 
  "Ah, but if it was up to me... I'd want you..."
 
  She pauses to think.
 
  "In one piece. Because you're surrendering everything to me. I make the rules, I make the decisions. I'd make sure you're helpless before you become my delicious turkey, but still beautiful and perfect and unmarred so that everything becomes that much sweeter when you're on my table. Your beautiful body held in one timeless moment before the knife and fork comes down and everything becomes just tonight's dinner."
 
 
  "If I were your meal... if I gave myself to you, I wager I wouldn't get to choose at all, would I?" Loden draws her finger along the underside of Aino's chin. She leans in close. "Take me. Claim me. Show me how benevolent you'd be, or how much of a monster you really are. Be my fate... and I'll give you everything I have."
 
 
  "With pleasure."
 
  The scene fades away to Aino's palace in the mountains- a sumptuous, traditional place that's simultaneously a home and a monument. It's filled with slaves running to and fro and filled with kitchens that resemble the greatest achievements of an industrial ethic, yet bedecked in traditional Japanese decor and symbols that makes it overall a queer place to visit.
 
  Aino has interlaced her fingers with Loden as she walks hand in hand with her together into the kitchen, and when the door is shut and locked and one more kiss is shared Aino begins to undress her new lover, as delicate and slow as if it was in the bedroom.
 
 
  Loden tenses up as the transition takes over her. Adrenline surges through her veins as she realizes what's happened though, her heart fluttering in her chest as Aino leads her along. She's more passive for this kiss, as if processing the teleportation, and what she's promised herself into. Her head is spinning as she's stripped slowly, delicately, and then starts to help, fumbling with her boots, her pants, until she's bared before the goddess: lithe, powerful, clean, smooth, and covered in those black circuit-tribal tattoos that slowly roam over her body. Her sex is hairless and tight, her tits round and firm, pert on her chest despite their weight, her pink nipples erect with her excitement. "So... you will bring me back, right?" She backpedals a bit figuratively.
 
 
  "Of course," Aino coos. "My word is everything to me. The amount of energy from eating someone is equal to the amount that it takes to bring you back... maybe a little more. So this..."
 
  She smiles as she turns Loden around to look at the kitchen and its assortment of arrayed tools and implements.
 
  "This is just for fun. You know? Once I bring you back, if you're not happy with the way everything turned out, you'll be free to go and you could never see me again, if you want. But I hope so much more that you'll stay... because I really do love the powerful, cunning Loden who I've met tonight..."
 
  "But, y'know..."
 
  "Part of me thinks you want to play like it's not. That this is your grand finale, that there's no coming back. Am I right? Would you like to do that?"
 
 
  Loden looks out over the tools. The knives, the spits, the binds, the forks, and turns back to Aino, leaning her meaty rear end against the counter top. She slids her fingers over her figure, from her breasts down to her hips, and swallows softly.
 
 
  "I can't help it. I'm wired to enjoy thrills. I'm wired to enjoy danger. I trust... that you wouldn't take advantage of that. That you would know, better than I do, given your experience..." She trails off, not finishing her sentence, and finally admit...
 
  "The thought is making me wet."
 
 
  "Oh my gosh," Aino says, and she actually blushes as she peers and slinks down to look at Loden's puss. "Eee, it is! Cute~"
 
  And she gives it a little kiss... which turns into a little bit more than just a kiss, maybe more like quite a few kisses before she realises now is not the time and stops.
 
  "I can't help myself."
 
  "Like I said, your trust means everything to me," Aino says, still on her knees but rising up slowly. "Because you're strong, Loden. Like you said, you're another spider, and you..." she shakes her head. "I can't explain it. But it's just... mmmn! It's just so fucking hot! There, I said it!"
 
  She stands up fully and holds Loden by the shoulders. "I'm getting wet too because you could do anything, but you trust me! You could squirm and kick and fight and probably beat me up, but you've surrendered yourself entirely to me..."
 
  Aino hugs her on impulse. "You're mine. Mine, mine, mine...! I won't let you go, I won't let you struggle! You're going to be my dinner tonight and I love you for it!" she says, picking Luden up and carrying her across the room.
 
 
  Loden huffs, her cheeks going a bit red as Aino starts kissing and pecking at her sex. That tight elf slit is moist and humid, hot to the touch and blushed with her arousal. Her hips buck softly and a hand goes to Aino's hair, as if trying to hold her in place, although she does resentfully let her slink back with a little moan somewhere in the back of her throat.
  "Yours," she repeats lowly, letting her lusts get the best of her. "I want to be your food. I want to be your meat. I want to give myself to you. I want... hup~" She lets out a surprised grunt as the goddess easily sweeps her up and carts her away. She squirms a bit, but doesn't actively put up a fight, her hot flesh pressed to Aino as she's set down in place. "Everything - everything. Every last bit," she continues. "Take it, take it all -..."
 
 
  Aino Suzuki places Loden down on a table, after carrying her over almost in a bridal carry sort of way and holding her close, breathing in her aroused scent, kissing her with Loden's wetness on her lips.
 
  She pulls open a drawer and takes out a sharp, silver knife, which is just so mundane under the circumstances and yet it could be a thing of great fear.
 
  "Get ready, baby," Aino whispers. "This is where it gets real."
 
And then without another word, she moves down a little and begins to snap one hamstring after another, severing the tendons first in Loden's legs before healing over the cuts.
 
  "You won't be able to move," she says quietly. "You won't be able to struggle. From this moment on, you're just a piece of meat for me to work with, understand? This is your new name. You're not Loden anymore. Just meat...!"
 
 
  "Take me, take me - I want to be your-" Loden continues, kissing back, begging, nibbling, until that knife comes into the picture. She freezes up, her gaze traveling from the blade to Aino's face. She swallows, nods, then cries out as her hamstrings are snapped up. Her thigh meat visibly contracts inside of her leg, her attempts at flexing her thighs resulting in the muscle twitching, trembling, inside of its fleshy seath without any ligiments to hold her in place. She curses softly, her sex actually leaking down the inside of her thigh with her arousal. She can all but hear her heartbeat as she looks up at her goddess, her predator, propping herself up on her hands. "I..." She's without words for the moment, the flash of pain already gone. "I'm meat." She nods once, hesitantly, and looks down at her now-crippled, but still shapely, figure.
 
 
  "You're my meat," Aino continues as she cuts the tendons in the woman's arm. One after another the muscles are snipped with just a single decisive cut, followed by a delicate touch to restore the unblemished skin, leaving her entirely helpless.
 
  "This body," Aino goes on, with a spring in her step as she goes over to a refridgerator.
 
  "This body is so beautiful. Seeing you naked is a privelage, but there comes a time where I have to drop the pretenses, too... and tell you how good you smell, and how I can see your muscles ripple, and how I want you perfect for when I slide you into an oven. I want to see that soft, wet pussy tighten up and glisten, I want to see the tiny little bits of fat leak out of you..."
 
  She's got a bowl full of garlicky wet rub which she begins to apply with a silicone brush. The touch of it is unmistakeably soft and gentle, but the fact remains that you are being prepared to be eaten. There's no denying it- this is what happens to meat before it's cooked.
 
 
  The goddess is surprisingly quick. Loden has fast reflexes: augmented and rigored with years of training, but she could avoid those deft cuts if she wanted to, and soon enough, every last one of her well muscled limbs are limp and helpless, severed and irreparably crippled. She heaves, her chest shaking, tears welling in her eyes, as falls back, flat, against the table. Her breath comes in rapid little pants, the predator, the killer creature engineered for snuffing out her targets lives, rendered as nothing more than a centerpiece as she's glazed over. Her nipples harden up, her flesh soon glistening with the glaze. She watches Aino intently, blinking rapidly. She twists in place, gritting her teeth, her toes curling, fingers clenching, though she can't raise her arms or move her legs. "Y-you wouldn't stop now anyway... I - I'm a little scared," she admits, although she's having a hard time telling her fear from her arousal.
 
 
  "No," Aino says, her voice having lowered- because she knows, just knows, that the meaner and colder she acts the more aroused her victim will be- "I wouldn't."
 
  She coats her breasts, once, then twice. She coats her pussy. She coats those strong but helpless arms, and those toned but meaningless legs. The silicone bristles tickle her belly, as the pungent rub is worked into her collar and her armpits.
 
  "You'd have to be a little crazy not to be," Aino replies. "I'm glad, though. It means you understand your /place/."
 
  Next there's something a little more complicated- it's a machine with a long, silver nozzle, which Aino brushes up against the woman's slit.
 
  "A woman like you, I could never see as having children," she notes curiously. "The only thing to occupy your belly is going to be this."
 
  Then she's sliding the nozzle into her slit, whispering a little secret to open the delicate passage up. Then all it takes is the press of a button to begin piping stuffing, full of bread and celery and oysters and chicken stock, inside, mercilessly spreading and filling her up.
 
 
  The meat nods slightly, twisting and writhing a bit as she's basted over with the marinade, before Aino moves South. "I..." She nods, then winces as that nozzle slips up inside of her. "Ngh..." When the pump is turned on, however, she cries out. The various foods shooting up inside of her sex have various consistancies. The oysters are slippery, easily reaching the back of her sex, while the breadding and celary lingers in the base. Eventually, though, her entire vaginal canal is packed with the goodies, chicken stock leaking from her like a cumshot, and the pressure builds against her cervix, making tears leak down Loden's cheeks. "Fuck - fuck~" She gasps out loud, arching her back, clenching her ass. An oyster slips in first, followed by a gush of liquid, before she's impregnated with stuffing, bulging her womb out and blowing out her fallopian tubes. Another scream. She thrashes but can't get any purchase with her limbs out of commission, as her virgin womb is stretched out violently. "Hnaaa~ haa! Shit!"
 
 
  Aino smiles and just... pats the girl's belly. As it fills up and up, she runs a finger around the belly button, slowly trailing and tickling it until she's full, and then steps away.
 
  It takes a few minutes for her to fill an elf-sized roasting pan with roughed-up potatoes and root vegetables, during which time this woman's belly will slowly fill out until it's full to bursting. Once that's done...
 
  "Come along with me," Aino says in a singsong voice, "I've made a bed for you. You lie back and relax and I'll take care of everything else~"
 
  Powerful arms carry the elf once named Loden to the roasting pan, gently laying her down on top and surrounded by veggies. Aino checks to see if her heart is pounding, and kneels down to whisper-
 
  "I'm about to put you in the oven. You'll be surrounded by warmth that'll assail you and turn every last inch of your beautiful body into thick, juicy meat. That's all that's left for you. You're going to die and I'm going to pull you out of the oven and look at your glorious golden brown tits and your belly and your bottom and your roasted, juicy pussy."
 
 
  The meat can hardly believe how much is fitting inside of her. The immense pressure builds and builds, distending her toned, flat abdominals outward and stuffing her womb with that food-child. She squirms and gasps, feeling something snap inside of her, a flood that lets the stuffing work deeper, and deeper. Her eyes roll back and her back arches like a bridge while Aino ignores her whimpering, her stuffering, and prepares her resting place. Her full chest heaves, her stomach sucking, trembling. When the pipe is finally removed, her cunt is yawning open, the spongy stuffing filling her up enough to leave her gaping and a few crumbs of the stuff trickling out from her insides. Her face is red - arousal, humiliation, pain, all making her wide eyes settle on Aino in a pleading fashion. She's having doubts now, clearly - seduced by the goddess, but now, at the end of it all, realizing her folly. "R-roasted, I... I... oh fuck... I want to be your meal - I want to be your meat, but... I - hng... there's so much inside of me. I c-can't move." The powerful warrior, reduced to a splayed out, stuffed full entre. "T-there's not more prep?" She asks, trying to buy herself some more time.
 
 
  "Well, I could... ooh, I know," Aino says.
 
  She skips away and returns with exactly two rosemary sprigs. She takes a long skewer from another drawer, leans over her meatgirl and jabs it into first one nipple, then the other, piercing it through sideways. Then the rosemary is inserted- it's rough and painful and splays the previously untouched nipples out as they hug the sprigs, but it is as her girl has asked for and adds that last little touch to the breasts that makes things just about perfect.
 
  Aino waits until the pain has subsided and gives the woman one last long goodbye kiss. As she pulls away, little pink sparks trail from her lips-
 
  "Just a little something so your head stays perfect. Once this is all done I'll take it and mount it and place it on the wall, with a little tag with your name on it. Maybe as I go by I'll kiss it and remind myself of how good you tasted."
 
  Then all that's left is to pick up the roasting pan and begin sliding her into a nearby cavernous oven.
 
 
  The meat gasps out loud as her nipples are pierced for the little ornimentation. Her toes curl again, feet cocking up and out, body twisting in the bed of vegetables. She slowly relaxes, though, falling back and taking Aino's kiss passively at first, before arching her head up and trying to chase it as it retreats with that little enchantment. "I - I..." She stammers, stuffed so full, crippled and spread out. She twists, turns, and huffs, every movement reminding her how deeply the stuffing is embedded in her body. "Thanks - thank you... this is..." She hesitates. "This is what I want. I want you to have me. I'm yours. I-I'm yours. Meat. Food. Disposable."
 
 
  "Yes," Aino says, gleefully. "You are! I'm going to pull you out of this oven and look at you glistening and steaming, and I'm going to say 'oh my gosh, she looks so delicious' and when it's done? I'll make a pile of all of your bones, and they'll be all gleaming and greasy, and I'll gather them up and dump them ~right~ into the garbage, because that's just what you do. You won't get a burial or a funeral, just dumped in my trash~"
 
  She slides the roasting pan in the rest of the way and sets the temperature.
 
  "I go through so many girls I need your name written next to your head just to remember your name. Bye bye now!"
 
  She closes the door, surrounding her dinner in the suffusing heat of the oven, and there's nothing but the hum of the machine to listen to.
 
  Loden is meat now. She's Aino's evening meal.
 
 
  The teasing gets Loden panting, heaving, her eyes wide, her face pale, and her skin glistening with the marinade. She groans softly, her nostrils flared, her cunt juice leaking into the stuffing that has her filled to the brim. "I -" She starts to respond, before she's slipped into the oven. She's pain tolerant, but she underestimated just how how it would be. It burns her flesh immediately, making all of her neve endings flare. She gasps and screams out from behind the door, muffled and dampened by the port. Every breath she takes in to continue her lamentation cooks her lungs, until drawing breath makes her foam at the mouth, cough and gasp, hack and rattle around in her bed... but there's not a thing she can do about it. She's meat, and every second she spends in the oven is a second closer to her demise.
 
 
  There's no relief from the heat whatsoever as the oven continues to cook the meat that's lying within it. You're in there until you die, which you surely knew on the way in. She will begin to feel her skin tighten as the last droplets of fat in her body begin to leak outwards, which will become the fond for a bowl of gravy to season the vegetables surrounding her.
 
  Outside, Aino begins to prepare a table for herself and work on dessert, utterly blind to the sound of the screaming coming from inside, just humming happily to herself. She ponders for a moment, sighs, and snaps her fingers.
 
  In a sudden burst of mind-shaking delirium Loden will suddenly find every one of her nerves inverting, converting the pain into pleasure in the most spectacular way possible. All of the soaking agony suffusing her body becomes sheer carnal delight, enough to drive her to one last orgasmic conclusion despite the ravaged state of her body. It's literally mindblowing in the most spectacular sense possible, maybe just even the last thing she feels.
 
 
  The fact that her head is preserved means that she lasts long enough to watch human grease boil out of her nipples. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels her body stop responding, as her nerve polarity gets out of alignment, as salts are drawn through her body, as her skin crisps. She's shaking and shuddering, frothing from her nose and mouth, before, abruptly, it all changes, and she's cumming, climaxing in agony, powerfully enough to shove her into a state of shock before the heat gets to her heart and it goes into cardiac arrest. With the snap of those fingers from the outside, though, all that's obvious is the sudden rattle of the pan against the oven's shelf...
  And then silence.
 
 
  Aino smiles. She really is a good person, isn't she? she tells herself.
 
  It might even be true.
 
  She comes to the oven a couple of times to baste her dinner, although a snap of the fingers in front of the eyes makes it obvious that nobody's home, so there you go.
 
  Once it's done she transfers the glistening, roasted body to a huge plate, and using a sharp saw-edged knife slices the girl's head free so that she can place it on a nearby plinth.
 
  Just as she said she would, Aino then takes knife and fork and cuts one of the meatgirl's arms free, withdrawing the bone with a distinct *crack*, so that she can work it free.
 
  Aino sinks her teeth into the arm, tearing forth a glistening chunk of meat, which she happily chews as the juices run down her chin.
 
  "Ah~ delicious~!" she squeaks, blissfully happy once again.
 
 
  Loden's sculpted features are warped in intense sensation, frozen in a state of powerful climax. Her head rolls free from her roasted neck, leaving her body spread out and golden brown, moist, tender, and delicate. Her meat is soft, tender, and dense, with a much higher muscle to fat ratio than most women - just enough adipose tissue to make sure that her flesh is moist. Her skin is a crispy golden brown, every last bit of that former super soldier now nothing more than a meal for Aino's consumption: twenty something years of life sacrificed to the goddess of consumption.
 
 
Loden will find herself awakening...
 
  In a sumptuously made bed, wearing her pyjamas or whatever she chooses to wear to bed normally! She has woken up in a hotel room, or so it seems, with generic wall hangings, a small bag of chocolates on the side table, and a huge TV with unlimited choice of all the popular TV-on-demand services.
 
  And there's a little note.
 
  "Please enjoy the afterlife until you are ready to come back to the living world! Please let me know if you would prefer to stay. Feel free to take advantage of all of the amenities until you are ready to leave! -Aino"
 
  Yeah, she's definitely a nice goddess.