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AI art "🏺 Ancient Greece : Erotic Greek pottery"
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🏺 Ancient Greece : Erotic Greek pottery

peterco
AI art 'Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'The journey to the port of Nightvale took three days. Dalia arrived at the bustling harbor. The smell of salt, fish, and tar hung heavy in the air. Tall masts creaked in the wind as ships rocked gently at the docks. Dalia walked through the crowded waterfront until they found the vessel they had been directed to: The Crimson Tide, a large, weathered merchant ship bound for Rivermoor. Old Captain Talos stood on the gangplank. He looked the group over slowly, his gaze lingering on each woman before settling on Dalia. “You want passage?” he asked, voice rough from years at sea. “We’re sailing with the tide tonight. But passage on the sea isn’t cheap.” Dalia stepped forward, her golden glow carefully muted. “I carry the King’s gold. Name your price.” Talos let out a low, humorless chuckle and shook his head. “Gold means nothing once we leave sight of land, little lady. Out there, the only currency that matters is flesh. If you want to sail on The Crimson Tide, you pay with sex. Every single day of the voyage. You will be available to the crew. Sixty men. They work hard. They fuck harder. You’ll serve them whenever and however they want.” “It’s a fifteen-day voyage across the sea,” Dalia said plainly. "I know," Talos responded. "These are the terms, Vicar." “I accept your terms, Captain. Fifteen days. I expect to be fed and not beaten. In return, you will take me safely to Rivermoor.” Talos grinned, eyes raking over the beautiful woman. “Smart choice, Princess. Welcome aboard The Crimson Tide.” He gestured toward the ship. The crew of sixty rough, hungry sailors watched from the deck with open lust as the woman began to board. As soon as the ship cleared the harbor and the last strip of land disappeared over the horizon, the rules changed. The crew of sixty men wasted no time. The gang-fucking began immediately and without mercy. The fifteen-day voyage had officially begun. Dalia closed her eyes, already mentally preparing herself for the long days and nights ahead. The lower galley of The Crimson Tide had become a nonstop orgy of flesh and cum. The sailors were relentless. There was no rest, no mercy, no breaks. As soon as one man finished, another took his place — sometimes two or three at once. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and salt. The wet, obscene sounds of cocks slamming into soaked holes, gagging throat sounds, and slapping skin filled the entire lower deck. On the fifteenth morning, the Crimson Tide finally sighted land. As the ship docked at the small port near Rivermoor, the exhausted woman stood at the railing, breathing in the fresh air like it was salvation. She got off at the Rivermoor Dock, sore, exhausted but closer to her objective. “I endured more than anyone should have to. Tomorrow I begin the search for the temple near here. But tonight… I recover.” @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent'
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Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia

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AI art 'The Cold Side of the Wall. 🧱🌑' with user description 'Vesper has always said that knowledge is power, but tonight, she decided that anonymity is a much more interesting weapon. No names, no lingering stares—just the chill of the concrete and the electric tension of what’s happening on the other side. It’s a power play stripped down to its most basic form. She doesn’t need to see who’s there to dominate the situation; the rhythm of a stranger's breath and the barrier between them is more than enough. For Vesper, this isn't a moment of vulnerability—it's an experiment in sensory control. She dictates the timing, she dictates the intensity, and the person on the other side has no choice but to follow her frequency in the dark. Vesper: (Her voice a low, mechanical whisper pressed against the opening) "Don't try to guess who I am. Just stay right there and let the silence do the rest of the work. You aren't the one in charge here... and we both know that's exactly what you came looking for.'
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The Cold Side of the Wall. 🧱🌑

cef_ultra
AI art "Get Ready for the Ride of Your Life"
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Get Ready for the Ride of Your Life

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Shocked elfboy

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Random Twinks Pt.4

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Office Lady's shooting behind the scenes part 3

salazar01
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Femboy Booty

femfutafiend
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Office Lady seduces photographer

salazar01
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First royal gym session

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The depravity of white

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Sissy Boyfriend

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AI art "Booty Pt.2"
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Booty Pt.2

femfutafiend
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Fallen noble girl part 2

zesoul
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Marin's new kink

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Yelan/kami 1

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AI art "femboy Beepy needs attention"
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femboy Beepy needs attention

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Ideas for a new character?

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