forehead jewel

AI art "Next vote"
5

Next vote

chainny
AI art "Arabic goddess"
14

Arabic goddess

asianloverz
AI art 'Cave Quickie with a Dragon Cutie' for prompt: '1girl, dragon-girl, scaled skin, red scales, anthro, dragon tail, human face, brown hair, {brown skin), (yellow eyes), big hair, messy hair, portrait, face scales, forehead gem'
10

Cave Quickie with a Dragon Cutie

soup
AI art 'Snake OC' with user description 'Any name ideas?'

Snake OC

starima
AI art "Women of DC Comics"
11

Women of DC Comics

octavian
AI art "Pokemon Easter Eggs"
30

Pokemon Easter Eggs

terror2
AI art "Desert Concubines"
14

Desert Concubines

octavian
AI art 'Tsunade first Mission' with user description 'The afternoon sun hung low over Konoha as Tsunade sat at a stone table, a jug of sake already half-empty. Sakura and Hinata sat across from her, their faces flushed with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation. They had been discussing the nature of shinobi romance, but the conversation had taken a sharp turn when Sakura finally gathered the courage to ask about the Legendary Sannin’s first time. Tsunade let out a sharp, dry laugh, the sound echoing off the training ground walls. "Romantic? You girls have been reading too many of Jiraiya’s trashy novels. My first time wasn't a candlelit dinner or a confession under the cherry blossoms. It was a tactical necessity. I was old enough to know exactly what I was doing, and I’d do it again if the village needed it." "Wait, you mean it was... for a mission?" Sakura asked, her eyes widening. Hinata leaned in, her fingers twisting nervously. "W-was it with someone you loved, Lady Tsunade?" Tsunade snorted, pouring another cup. "Love had nothing to do with it. It was back when the Third Hokage—Lord Sarutobi—had been captured during a high-stakes diplomatic mission. Another village had him in a localized chakra-dampening stronghold. The ransom they demanded was absurd, enough to bankrupt the Land of Fire, and they made it clear: if the gold didn't arrive by dawn, they’d execute him." She leaned forward, her voice dropping into a serious, military tone. "Jiraiya, Orochimaru, and I didn't wait for orders. We made a plan. Jiraiya was to be the loud distraction at the front gates. Orochimaru was the scalpel, infiltrating quietly. My job was the pivot. I was to infiltrate the secondary guard post and keep their eyes on me so they wouldn't check the perimeter." "The plan was perfect on paper," she continued. "But the guards at my post were equipped with experimental chakra-suppressing devices. The moment I stepped into the light, my strength vanished. They defeated me immediately. They started dragging me back to their keep, intending to lock me away as a bargaining chip." "But if they took you inside, the alarm would have been raised!" Sakura gasped. Hinata looked pale, whispering, "Wh-what did you do?" "I knew if I went into those cells, Orochimaru wouldn't have enough time," Tsunade nodded. "I had to keep them right there, in that guard post, completely occupied. So, I started mocking them. I called them cowards who hid behind machines. I questioned their masculinity, told them they weren't real men. It worked. It infuriated them. They stopped caring about the mission. They wanted to break me. They ripped my clothes off right there in the dirt and started to use me. There were at least fifty men in that rotation, and I made sure every single one of them stayed focused on my body." "F-fifty?!" Hinata squeaked, her face turning a bright shade of red. Sakura gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. "You stayed there... on purpose?" "I had to," Tsunade said firmly. "It was a systematic assault. At any given moment, I had three men in my ass, two in my pussy, and someone forcing himself down my throat. It was a relentless cycle of deep-throat sessions and heavy-caliber bukkakes that left me blinded by their collective release. I was a communal vessel, a raw, aching piece of meat pinned under a mountain of sweating, angry soldiers." Sakura swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "That sounds... horrifying. How did you endure that much trauma?" "Because it was working," Tsunade countered, her voice turning cold and professional. "While they were taking turns tearing me open, distracted by the 'trophy' they thought they had won, Jiraiya was clearing the gates and Orochimaru was slipping the Hokage out. They were so busy trying to humiliate me that they didn't notice their entire operation was being dismantled. By dawn, Sarutobi was safe and Konoha reinforcements arrived. The guards were rounded up; those who touched me were executed for war crimes." Tsunade drained her cup and looked at the two young kunoichi. "You look shocked. But here’s the secret: after the first hour, once the tactical part was handled, I realized something. The raw, primal intensity of being used by fifty men at once... it woke something up in me. It was honestly some of the best sex of my entire life. It stripped away all the pretense of being a 'Lady.' Now? Well, you’ve heard the rumors. In the bedroom, I’m a complete and total whore. I learned that night that there’s no high quite like being utterly possessed by a crowd. If you want to know what it means to be a woman of Konoha, you learn to find the pleasure in the sacrifice."'
27

Tsunade first Mission

blackhairedstudent
AI art
6

Sin título

norsedemonlord
AI art

Sin título

rebeme
AI art "tentacle pleasure"
19

tentacle pleasure

remega
AI art 'Mercy and Raven'
5

Mercy and Raven

phormer
AI art 'Bored Raven'
24

Bored Raven

scrtsx
AI art 'Feixiao Magazine Photo Shoot [Spicy]'
10

Feixiao Magazine Photo Shoot [Spicy]

tsukiyomi420
AI art
5

Sin título

nekozzie
AI art "Raven teasing"
7

Raven teasing

zorarora
AI art "The real treasure of El Dorado"
16

The real treasure of El Dorado

zuzul
AI art "Foot Selfies"
17

Foot Selfies

whyyee
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 2a' with user description '<This section continues from part 1 - Drink the nectar - path> The strange woman’s smile doesn’t falter as you take the flower from her hands. It’s delicate and surprisingly light, despite the fact that its bloom does contain a generous amount of pale gold liquid. As you look back up, her face remains unreadable despite your best efforts. There’s still something unnerving about the intensity of her stare and the fullness of her smile. But the flower’s sweet scent is catching in your nose now and it calls to you to take a sip. Reluctantly, you pull your eyes away from the lady and down the flower’s offering like a shot of alcohol. It’s smooth. Light as air and just barely sweet. It glides across your tongue effortlessly, but it’s only after you swallow that you realize something has gone wrong. “What’s wrong?” The lady asks. Her voice echoes in your head like an earworm, digging its way deep into your mind. You look up to see her changed. Her eyes glow with a sinister light and her smile, tenuous in its sincerity, has shifted into an outright malevolent smirk. You try to speak, but the nectar has poisoned your throat and it’s all you can do to gasp out a questioning plea. “You humans are all the same,” she says. “One little temptation and you fall right in headfirst. No backbone, no willpower.” As she speaks, the forest begins to melt away. The trees evaporate into swirling clouds of green smoke that seem to stretch on forever even as they close you in. The dappled sunlight that made the meadow feel so warm and inviting twists into a demented halo behind the woman’s head. “I see the look in your eyes. You think I tricked you?” Her smirk deepens into gleeful contempt. “There was no lie. The nectar does promise a long life. A life spent in my realm, for you can now never leave this place.” You try to resist, but your feet refuse to budge. You look down to see the ground too has become nearly formless and root entangle your feet. Or, perhaps the roots are your feet. Nothing seems to make sense anymore. How much of this is nectar induced hallucinations, and how much is real? You watch as the woman grows additional arms, as new eyes flicker in and out of the smoke, as her hair begins to float. You can no longer see the ground. You can no longer feel your legs, or turn your neck. Your entire existence is now this moment, forever burned into your sight. “Was the temptation worth it?” She asks with a laugh that runs down your spine like ice water. “Now tell me, what should I do with you?” She leans forward, the new eye on her forehead staring into your soul. “Should I add you to the garden? Turn you into a gift for the fairies? Or maybe, I could give you another chance…” “Do you think you deserve it?” <Decision point - Do you nod yes, or no?> To be continued…'
11

Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 2a

usagi77
AI art
5

Sin título

chainny
Idioma
Vista
Imágenes en cuadrícula
Autocompletar prompt
Filtrado de contenido
Ayuda y soporte
icono de reclamo diario: el vaso está vacío
Reclamo diario
Hoy
T
+3
F
+4
S
+5
S
+6
M
+7
T
+8
W
+9
¡Reclama a diario para conseguir créditos extra!
icono de reclamo diario: un cubo lleno de oro
Paquetes de créditos

Recargar créditos

NEW
icono de misiones
Misiones

Completa misiones para ganar créditos