Flesh Romane & Geschichten

Alpha Lake questioned, walking faster too. Green took out a white bandana and tied her hair with it. "They are humanoid creatures created from stitched-together corpses. Alpha, just like Carnifexes, feed on human flesh to sustain their unnatural existence. But unlike other dark creatures who can't cross the protected borders, these Fleshgolems have an advantage because they've bonded with Earth," Green explained "How? What do you mean?" Alpha Sebastian asked with a frown. "Where other creatures can't go through the borders, Fleshgolems could penetrate the border by going through the earth as a tra

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I scratched her head and she purred on my lap, playing with my loose hair that was hanging on my shoulders. “Were my answers wrong?” I asked. “No, not really… but you are missing something. Well, literally, how does the “union of the flesh” works?” she asked, quoting with her middle and forefinger in the air, mimicking my words ‘union of the flesh’. And now that I think about it, I do not know what the union of the flesh means. My eyes wandered around the room, thinking if I have encountered a definition of it in books or not, but even though how much I rack my brain, I am sure that I have never e

she moaned. He didn't wait any longer. With a groan he sank down between her legs and opened her pussy up with both his hands. Her flesh was pink and moist and the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His tongue darted out and took its first tentative lick against her female flesh, lapping up the juices that oozed from her slit. As they hit the taste buds on the back of his tongue, his body went rigid. A bolt akin to a lightning strike hit his body and vibrated through him. He shuddered..

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

Maybe this will help heal my wounds, that might be why I have this feeling. Fenrir kneels beside Mortas. 'I wonder what human flesh tastes like? I guess there is only one way to find out.' He thinks to himself and he grabs Mortas's arm and bites into it ripping off a chunk of flesh and eats it. 'It's actually pretty good. It's not the best thing that I've ever had but I would say that it's up there.' He continues to eat Motas's corpse, after eating the meat off his arm he tears open his abdomen and digs his snout inside and starts eating his organs and intestines.

Looking in the direction of the door, she realized what his lord was referring to. A large burly figure of eight feet stared at them. It was a mass of throbbing muscles. An amalgam of parts joined by a rudimentary sewing technique. It was a Golen of Flesh. A meat golem was a macabre collection of body parts from different humanoids, united in a single composite form. Its cadaverous flesh had a pale yellowish green hue. He was wearing ragged pants. He had no weapons in sight, but he didn't need them as he possessed powerful fists.

Human body's split across the middle releasing fountains of crimson or hot living flesh bursting wide open as though it had simply split from some unknown pressure. The sickening, sloppy sound of teeth on bone or...The screams of children.

Jesse gasped as Marcus tugged off his shirt, revealing a scarred, muscular chest. “You’re lucky it’s the apocalypse,” Marcus muttered, leaning down to bite at Jesse’s collarbone. “Otherwise, I’d have high standards.” Jesse cackled, then moaned as hot lips traced a path down his chest. “Shut up, I bet this is the first time you’ve even touched another man.” “Nope.” Marcus scuffed, his tongue flicking over Jesse’s nipple. “Second.” Jesse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really, who was the first?”

But what she sees upsets her the more. Everything looks tiny due to the distance, yet they’re as clear as crystal—Freck looking up and waving at her while tossing a dismembered leg into a fire already filled up with other parts. Not to talk of other heap of body parts waiting to be tossed into the flame, blood pooled beneath it. Heaven notes the butchered flesh, the blood, the glimpse of fresh bones… Every damn thing about a human’s insides. She quickly bows out from the window while throwing up in the room, bending down, retching out every bit of food she ate yesterday as the smell grows stronger.