fire

AI art "Hot chocolate"
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Hot chocolate

zuzul
AI art 'Fern needs stronger buttons' with user description 'Looks like her magic power is not the only strong thing in the room :)'
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Fern needs stronger buttons

herlin
AI art 'Capcom VS SNK' with user description 'Choose your fighter'
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Capcom VS SNK

kokoroto
AI art "Anime House 2"
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Anime House 2

octavian
AI art 'Aura Captured' with user description 'The snow crunched beneath my boots as I approached the tavern, a solitary beacon of warmth in this frozen wasteland. My violet hair whipped in the biting wind, and the **Scales of Obedience** at my hip rattled—a reminder of my absolute authority. I, Aura the Guillotine, did not fear these mortals. They were but insects whose lives were measured in the weight of their souls. As I reached the door, an old, obese man blocked my path, his face a map of filth and scars. "You killed them all," he rasped. "My entire bloodline. I challenge you, Aura. A measure of souls." My pride was my undoing. I scanned his mana; it was pathetic. I could have ended him instantly, but I wanted to see the despair on his face when his own soul condemned him. I summoned the Scales, pouring my vast, ancient mana into my side. The scale tipped instantly toward me. But seconds before his mana touched the plate, he drained a shimmering vial. It was a **Potion of Infinite Illusion**. It didn’t actually increase his power, but it tricked the magical logic of the scales, making his mana appear as a bottomless, infinite abyss for five crucial seconds. The balance slammed down on his side with the force of a falling mountain. Because the scale "saw" him as superior, its magic bound my very soul to his will. "Silence," he commanded, his voice cold and flat. "Speak only when I tell you to. Only do what I want you to do." He took me to his new home town, a place I destroyed 60 years ago, rebuilt by the child i dis not kill that time.. he ordered me to serve every one of them, and i Did... one after another, no resting.. some where big, big as monsters, their bodies made mine look small, After forty-eight hours of being used by every man in his village—my demonic body cruelly resetting my anatomy to a virgin state after every violation—he led me to a stone square. "Put your head and hands through here," he ordered, pointing to a heavy, stone-and-iron guillotine frame. "**Wait here in this position in silence until I return. And keep serving anyone who comes to use you.**" He never came back. I have been in this position for seven hundred years. My neck and wrists are locked into the frame, my spine permanently arched, my rear perpetually exposed to the whims of the kingdom that grew around my shackle. I have forgotten the sound of my own voice; the concept of speech has withered in my mind like a dead leaf. I have forgotten the taste of food and the warmth of a bed. Most importantly, I have never slept. My demonic stamina ensures I remain wide awake, forced to witness every second of my degradation through the centuries. The square is never empty. I have become a living monument, a landmark of flesh and stone. Around the base of my pedestal, a permanent slum of forty hobos has taken root. They live in wretched huts built against my legs, treating my body as a communal hearth. While the city sleeps, they take turns fucking me all night long, their unwashed bodies a constant weight against my cold skin. During the day, travelers from across the world join the queue. Sometimes five or six men use me simultaneously—one at my mouth, others at my pussy and anus—clambering over each other to claim a piece of the monster. My body is a cursed masterpiece of regeneration. It is a biological nightmare of rapid recovery. One second, a man withdraws and my ass is left **extremely gaped**, a dark, distended void pulsing from the trauma of his intrusion; in the very next second, the demonic magic surges through my tissue, sealing the opening until it is **virgin again**. I am a perpetual loop of destruction and restoration, a tight, "pure" vessel that is torn open by the next stranger only to reset before his seed even cools. I no longer think of magic. The only thing that exists is the count. I have become a living abacus. One billion. One billion and ten. The number is the only thing I truly know. I watch the fashion of the men change and the seasons bleed into centuries. I am a hole in the center of the world, a silent vessel that has processed the seed of entire lineages. I am the first demon to ever feel the sting of a tear, a single drop of salt water that has carved a permanent track down my weathered face—a testament to a billion men and an eternity of silence.'
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Aura Captured

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Rosalina's Lap Pillow"
6

Rosalina's Lap Pillow

terror2
AI art 'Magazine Cover: Mika' with user description 'Next in the line -> Mika Savage and sassy, cars and fire. I don't think this girl will ever use lingerie.'
5

Magazine Cover: Mika

cef_ultra
AI art "Rosalina Christmas 2"
2

Rosalina Christmas 2

bunit1214
AI art
15

Sin título

barry915
AI art "Inferna, Mistress of Fire"
8

Inferna, Mistress of Fire

octavian
AI art 'Rosalina Casting' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone. Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion." Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless." "It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic." Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?" "I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant." Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence. "The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat." Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise." Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out." "And?" Frieren asked softly. "I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured." Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection. "You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme." Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren." "If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy." "Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'
20

Rosalina Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Miu & Himiko casting' with user description 'The workshop was thick with the scent of ozone, grease, and the frantic energy of Miu Iruma’s latest "inspiration." Miu was hunched over a workbench, her goggles pushed up onto her forehead, while Himiko Yumeno sat on a nearby crate, swinging her legs and looking exceptionally tired. The Ultimate Magician let out a long, dramatic sigh, her hat tipping forward over her eyes. "Nyeh... Miu, why did you drag me all the way here? My mana is at critical levels. I need to go back to the dormitory and hibernate for at least three days," Himiko grumbled, her voice trailing off into a yawn. Miu spun around, a manic glint in her eyes that usually signaled trouble for everyone else’s sanity. She slammed a wrench down on the table, making Himiko jump. "Shut it, you flat-chested magic-midget! Your mana isn't the only thing that’s dry, and I’ve got the perfect invention to fix your pathetic, boring-ass life!" Himiko squinted. "If it involves a battery or a motor, I’m leaving." "It’s better than a motor, you tiny virgin! It’s called 'Human-Induced Catharsis through Multi-Vessel Synchronized Intimacy'!" Miu struck a pose, her chest puffed out. "Basically, I found a guy. A real, high-quality specimen. Not one of those losers around here. A guy who actually knows how to handle a genius like me—and he’s got enough energy left over to wake up your dormant lady-parts!" Himiko blinked slowly, the implication finally sinking in. "A... threesome? Miu, that sounds like a lot of work. That’s double the movement. My MP can’t handle that kind of cardio." "Listen to me, you lazy brat!" Miu stomped over, looming over the smaller girl. "Think about it! You’re always talking about your 'magic' and your 'illusions,' but when was the last time you felt something real? Something that makes your toes curl and your brain turn into mush? I’m talking about a world-class experience! I’ve already done the blueprints. With me taking the lead and him providing the... raw materials, you can just lie there and let the 'magic' happen to you for once!" Himiko tilted her head, her expression shifting from annoyance to a faint, curious glimmer. "Just... lying there? No effort required?" "Exactly!" Miu cackled, her bravado reaching a fever pitch. "I’ll be the main course, and you can be the adorable little side dish that gets absolutely devoured! Imagine it: four hands roaming over you, two sets of lips, and a guy who’s so big and so skilled that he’ll make your 'spells' look like cheap birthday party tricks! I need a partner for this, Himiko! Someone who won't try to outshine my glorious beauty but can still provide the right... aesthetic contrast!" "You're just saying you want someone to help you handle him because you're actually a coward, aren't you?" Himiko muttered. Miu’s face turned bright red, her aggressive posture collapsing into a flustered, stuttering mess. "W-Who are you calling a coward?! I’m the Golden Girl! The Ultimate Inventor! I just... I thought it would be a waste of a perfectly good stallion if I didn't share! Plus, wouldn't it be a great story? The Mage and the Genius, conquered by a commoner? It’s poetic! It’s despair-inducing! It’s... it’s hot, okay?!" Himiko looked at her fingernails, considering the proposition. The idea of being the center of that much attention without having to actually perform a stage show was becoming strangely appealing. "And he’s... nice?" "He’s a goddamn beast, Himiko! I’ve seen pictures! He’s got enough 'mana' to power a small city!" Miu leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial stage-whisper. "He wants to see us both. He wants to see you in that ridiculous hat while he takes me from behind, and then he wants to switch. He wants to explore every inch of your 'mysterious' body while I’m right there, cheering him on and joining in. It’ll be a symphony of filth!" Himiko let out a small, soft hum. "Nyeh... I suppose if it's for the sake of exploring new types of energy... and if you promise I don't have to do any of the heavy lifting..." "YES!" Miu pumped her fist into the air, her vulgar confidence returning in an instant. "That’s the spirit, you little witch! We’re gonna break that guy, and he’s gonna break us right back! I’ve got the lubricants, the restraints, and the stamina-boosting supplements all ready to go! Get your hat, Himiko! We’re going on a 'magical' journey that’s gonna leave you needing a wheelchair by morning!" Himiko stood up slowly, adjusting her cape. "I’ll go. But if I run out of MP halfway through, I’m taking a nap right there on the bed." "Fine by me!" Miu laughed, grabbing Himiko by the arm and dragging her toward the door. "Just wait until you see the size of this guy! You’re gonna think it’s a real-life summoning circle!" As they left the workshop, Miu’s loud, boastful claims about their upcoming "experiment" echoed through the halls, leaving Himiko to simply follow along, her heart beating just a little bit faster at the thought of the "mana" she was about to encounter.'
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Miu & Himiko casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nintengirls' with user description 'Nsfw this time. Please don't send your lawyers.'
17

Nintengirls

barry915
AI art "Ruby and Weiss lost in the woods"
22

Ruby and Weiss lost in the woods

ankokuchan
AI art "Route 69 with May"
21

Route 69 with May

goobygubby
AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'
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Noir City - The Black Book

kendarfulgrim
AI art "cozy afternoon"

cozy afternoon

zuzul
AI art
19

Sin título

iiyama6122
AI art 'Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.' with user description 'Mireya and Neli were enjoying their day off when suddenly they heard a terrifying scream coming from an alley. There they found a demon attacking a girl. Neli quickly attacked the demon with a flying kick, while Mireya cast a spell that engulfed the demon in flames. The badly wounded demon ran off. Once they had calmed down, they asked the girl what had happened, and she told them her story. My name is Elena Duboys; my mother recently died of an illness, and my father fell into a rage. I try to take my mother’s place with the housework so my father can recover from the loss. My father couldn’t bear the loss of his wife and was consumed by a demon that attacked him while he slept. Thanks to the fact that you happened to be passing by, you rescued her, but her father ended up being consumed by the demon. After hearing the story, Mireya invited her to the club, which led Elena to decide to live there, and she ended up cleaning up the mess left by the group members—mostly Neli, who is a disaster. The end.'
30

Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.

crow-7w7
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