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AI art "fern"
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fern

steven1599
AI art 'Futanari Chan 1' for prompt: '1girl, solo, jessie_(pokemon), futanari, wide_hips, thick_thighs, tummy, fat, plump, from_below, squatting, boots, futanari_masturbation, breasts_out, nipple_pull, looking_at_viewer'
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Futanari Chan 1

proudbottom
AI art for prompt: 'Farmer boy fucking cow furry ear futanari girl. Anal. Fence. Pasture. Dark hair. Green eyes. Big boobs. Soft penis. Cum dripping from futanari dick. Sunset. Petite farmer. Show farmer full body fucking futanari.'
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Sin título

hanime34
AI art "Afternoon Snack"

Afternoon Snack

hanime34
AI art "Tsunade Casting"
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Tsunade Casting

blackhairedstudent
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.'
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Rosalina Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Akane Casting' with user description 'The moonlight shimmered off the dark waves of the Jabberwock Island shore, casting long, rhythmic shadows across the sand. The air was thick with the salt of the ocean and the lingering heat of a tropical night. **Akane Owari** stood near the tide line, her breathing heavy, though she wasn't out of breath from a sprint. Standing before her were two men—specimens of raw, muscular power, their chests broad and their presence commanding. Toko Fukawa, hidden behind a nearby palm tree with a notebook and a flashlight, watched with a mix of horror and obsessive fascination. She had followed Akane after the gymnast mentioned a "late-night training session" that required "maximum stamina." "Alright," Akane said, her voice husky as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. "You guys said you wanted to see if a gymnast’s flexibility actually translates to a real fight. I’m game. But if I win, you’re buying me the biggest barbecue spread on the island." One of the men, a giant with shoulders like granite, let out a low chuckle. "And if you can't keep up with both of us, Akane? The stakes are different. We get to use that body until we're satisfied. Every inch of it." Akane’s eyes flashed with a predatory spark. She didn't hesitate. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her shirt into the sand, standing there in the moonlight, her toned, 18-year-old frame glowing. "Deal. Let's see if those muscles are just for show." The **Gangbang**—short but incredibly intense—began right there on the cooling sand. Akane didn't wait to be taken; she lunged forward, but the two men moved with a coordinated strength that pinned her down almost instantly. The first stage was a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. Akane was pulled into a sitting position, forced into a **Deepthroat** that pushed her limits. Taking their massive, thick lengths into her throat was a revelation of girth; she felt her airway occupied by a density that forced her to prioritize the sensation over breathing. "Is that... all you got?" she gasped, her voice ragged as she pulled back, only to be flipped onto her hands and knees. The main event was a display of sheer physical expansion. Because of her gymnast’s flexibility, the men decided to push her to her absolute threshold. They engaged in a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging her internal structure. She had one man in her pussy and the other in her **Anus** at the same time. The scale was monumental; the obsidian-hard length of their dicks stretched her frame until she thought her muscles would snap. Akane screamed into the night air, her body arching as she **cummed** again and again. The friction of their heavy, rhythmic movements created a heat that made her skin feel like it was on fire. She was being used, filled, and stretched, her internal walls pulsing in a dazed attempt to hold onto both of them. The finale was a total biological saturation. The two men stood over her as she lay exhausted in the sand. They guided her into one final, punishing **Deepthroat**, and as they reached their peak, they unleashed a **Bukkake** that was legendary in its volume. They drowned her in their warmth, the white fluid painting her face, her hair, and her heaving chest. Because they held her mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, thick cream through her sinuses. Akane felt the stinging heat of **cum** leaking from her **nose**, and a faint warmth even reached her **ears**. She was internally and externally flooded. When they finally stepped back, Akane remained on the sand, her legs wide and trembling. She looked up at the stars, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face as white fluid trickled from her nose and lips. "Best... workout... ever," she whispered. Behind the tree, Toko Fukawa’s pen snapped in half. "Y-You... you absolute monster! I can't write this! No one will believe the physics! But... the way that fluid leaked... it was... aesthetically... compelling..." She scrambled to find another pen, her hands shaking as she began to record the "data."'
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Akane Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Frieren Lost' with user description 'The subterranean silence of the Great Orc Chasm was a heavy, suffocating thing. For four long years, Frieren had wandered through its crystalline arteries, a lone speck of silver in the deep dark. It had been shortly after the victory against the Demon King—a time when she should have been wandering the world in peace—but this geological trap had claimed her. The stones here were ancient and malevolent, possessing a unique property that repelled mana. Her spells, the very language of her soul, were rendered silent. Without her magic to blast through the walls or find the ley lines of the surface, she was just a small girl lost in the belly of the world. On her first day, the Orc Chieftain had stood before her, his voice a low tremor in the stone. "The exit to the surface is a sacred threshold, Elf. It opens only for those who give themselves to the mountain's guardians. Serve my people sexually, and the gate is yours." Frieren had looked at him with her usual detached, almost bored expression. To an elf, time was a boundless ocean. "I'll find my own way," she had replied. The following years were a test of elven patience. She explored every inch of the gargantuan cavern system. Her journey was not without its spoils; she discovered lost troves of ancient gold and various magical trinkets that had been swallowed by the earth eons ago. She found mirrors that reflected the past and rings that hummed with dead languages. The orcs were curiously civil throughout her stay; they never laid a finger on her, respecting her refusal with a stoic, almost friendly hospitality. They shared their food and hearth, treating her like a permanent fixture of their subterranean society. But even for Frieren, four years of darkness began to grate. She thought of Himmel—how quickly his human life would pass while she was down here playing hide-and-seek with a mountain. She realized that every year spent in these caves was a year of his fleeting life she would never see. The thought of emerging to find him an old man—or worse—was the catalyst that finally moved her. She approached the Chieftain in the heart of the torch-lit village. "Is the offer from the first day still true?" she asked, her voice echoing off the magic-killing stone. "It is," the Chieftain rumbled, standing from his throne. "The toll must be paid in full." "Then I agree," Frieren said, her eyes fixed on the ceiling where the sun should be. "I have stayed here long enough, but i have a request.. the will only use my ass, e dont want to have orc babies." The ritual that followed was a monumental display of endurance. The entire village—every able-bodied male in the tribe—gathered in the Great Hall. Frieren, the legendary mage who had helped slay the Demon King, now offered herself as the ultimate anal toll. The encounter was a overwhelming sea of physical sensation. She was surrounded by the heat of the horde, her small, pale body becoming the center of a relentless, communal celebration of the flesh. One by one, the orcs stepped forward to claim their portion of the elven blessing. They were massive and primal, their strength a stark contrast to the delicate girl they shared. For a day and a night, the hall was filled with the rhythmic slapping of skin and the guttural grunts of the warriors. Frieren was taken repeatedly, her senses drowned in the musk and the sheer scale of the gangbang. She was filled to the brim by the chieftain, his lieutenants, and the common laborers, her body serving as a vessel for the entire tribe’s collective seed. Despite the intensity, the orcs remained oddly disciplined, each taking his turn with a focused, reverent lust. When the final warrior finished, leaving her slick and trembling on the stone, the Chieftain stood and moved his throne. Behind it lay the hidden tunnel, the air smelling of the fresh, distant surface. She had paid the price, and the sky was waiting.'
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Frieren Lost

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Asuka deepthroat"
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Asuka deepthroat

gigglestick23
AI art 'Futanari Chan 2' for prompt: 'Futanari, multiple girls, monster_girl, demon_girl, witch, plump, yuri, elaborate_background, reclining, excessive_pubic_hair, wings, mutual_masturbation, wild_hair, bright_eyes'
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Futanari Chan 2

proudbottom
AI art 'Futanari Penetration'
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Futanari Penetration

techniquex
AI art
26

Sin título

chainny
AI art 'Futa BJ on the Beach' for prompt: 'score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, (gigantic_testicles), muscular futanari wearing micro_bikini and sitting on wooden beach chair, femboy kneeling in front of futanari giving her fellatio, futanari's hands on femboy's head, femboy with huge bulge and anus visible through thong, beach'
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Futa BJ on the Beach

stormyboatsailor
AI art "Futa Rapi"
3

Futa Rapi

jokes
AI art "Rouge vs Wednesday BBC ...To be Continued"
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Rouge vs Wednesday BBC ...To be Continued

gigglestick23
AI art "Katarina vs Black Ogre"
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Katarina vs Black Ogre

gigglestick23
AI art 'Hinata Bedroom Fun' for prompt: 'Hyuuga Hinata, perfect ass, purple lace bra, perfect figure, nipple slip, selfie, bedroom, oiled skin, squeezing breasts, seductive, ahegao, heart eyes, wink, licking gigantic girthy cock, massive balls, drooling cum, cum slut, facial'
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Hinata Bedroom Fun

jessienasher
AI art "Tsunade vs Minotaur."
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Tsunade vs Minotaur.

gigglestick23
AI art "Futanari 1"

Futanari 1

talmar
Futa Jessie Video

Futa Jessie Video

beachhunter
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