Aromatic Flesh Novels & Stories

The crimson red flesh called to me quietly, beckoning me to indulge upon it. Unconsciously, my head started to descend towards her shoulder once more. The sweet food had a hold on me that I couldn't fight. I needed it in my mouth. I needed its taste. I needed that flesh in my mouth and then slowly went down my throat in a steady stream of pleasure. My lips made contact with flesh and my canines emerged. I bit into the flesh, finally satisfying my every desire. Sweet blood pooled into my mouth and streamed down my throat. I bit down harder, allowing my canines to bite more on flesh and ripped it slowly.

Unexpectedly, the salt immediately dissolved and permeated the flesh. And then, out of nowhere, the meat—which had previously just appeared to be a hunk of dry-roasted meat—became soft as wonderful juice began to leak out of it. A halo that appeared to be emanating from the flesh was almost evident to my untrained eye. Suddenly, the dry chunk of beef on my palm felt mushy to the touch, as if it were brittle enough to fall apart with the least motion. From the chunk of beef, a deep, alluring aroma radiated out into the air.

What welcomed him was a dark stench that smelled like raw meat. Isa and Agatha stood on the entrance door as still as the melting wax figures Mickey feared. “Guys?” he took small steps forward, shielding his nose from the stench. What he found was a dumbfounded Isa and Agatha staring at the grotesque image of a hideous decaying deer carcass that looked like the face of fear itself—eyes bulging open like inflated olives and flat teeth that looked like enlarged human molars smiled back. Its skin has been flayed off, revealing decaying red fat and muscles fed on by flies and maggots; its guts have been disemboweled, intestines hanging on the moist wooden planks as if ropes of red glossy rotten

"Delicious! you're really great, Aiden. The meat is also very tender, what kind of meat is this? beef? lamb? or goat?" "Human flesh!" ***

She dried herself off and thought back to 48 hours ago when she had a terrible time picturing herself having sex with him. Now she couldn't stop thinking about it. She assessed herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. She thought she looked different. Her eyes sparkled a little more, and it seemed like her skin was glowing. She had read in angsty teen romance novels that girls felt and appeared to act differently after being deflowered.

Marcus didn’t waste a drop, he swallowed every drop of him then pulled off with a smug look and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Just as Jesse laid back to catch his breath, Marcus flipped him over pulling his pants off his legs. He felt Marcus kneel behind him and heard the pop of a bottle. Soon, he felt the cold slick drizzle of something sticky, which turned around to find out was peach syrup trickling down his hole. “What the fuck?” Jesse whispered to himself, but his hole twitched in anticipation. Marcus spread him open with rough, eager hands, his thumbs pressing into his cheeks as he stared down at Jesse’s twitching entrance.

The prince replied. After the agreement, the men brought out the animals they killed while hurting and made a little fire in the middle of the tents. Slowly, The prince brought out some seasonings and added them to the raw meat. Immediately after the meat started changing color, the aroma of the meal circulated 200km all around the Jungle. Akira swallowed her saliva when she inhales the sweet aroma coming out of the meat, she looked at it longingly, wishing it was in her mouth instead of just sitting on the broken branch they improvised.

it looks like, a farmer's market here, but with a medieval theme. "Quite merry in here….interesting, what is this?…". I stopped at a butcher stall, for some reason I was compelled to. Because, unlike the meat I know, the meat was dark in color. "Hey, Lad!…!! Baroness Lydia!...Greetings Milady…". (Butcher) The enthusiastic butcher, simmer down as he noticed Baroness Lydia who was standing right beside me. "This is Monster meat…..this stall is famous for its fresh and high-quality monster meat...Owner, what meat this is?". (Baroness Lydia)

His dark hair was slicked back, almost too perfectly, and there was a cold precision to the way he moved — every step, every gesture, deliberate and calculated. His eyes were the most disturbing feature: black and unyielding, like shards of onyx, sharp enough to cut through pretense and straight to your fear. There was a predatory gleam in them, the kind that made every instinct in a woman's body scream to flee. His lips were thin, curved into a permanent, smug smirk that promised nothing good and hinted at everything he shouldn't want.

Pressing my forehead against his, I mumbled, "Aria is back." Tilting my head, I gave him access to my neck, "Now bring Xoro back. Aria is desperate to meet her mate." There was a fulfilling smile on his face as he dipped his head. He placed a soft kiss on the spot before sinking his teeth into my flesh. A sharp sting shot through my whole body but it was quickly replaced by unrelenting pleasure. It was so intense and addictive, so unlike any orgasm I had ever before.