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AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art 'My Cover Girl lineup' with user description 'Here's my current lineup of OCs. I'm thinking of making a permanent Native American or Asian woman to the roster. Let me know if you have any suggestions on a new lady: 1. Jennifer, the cheerful one 2. Celest, the strong one 3. Selina, the stylish one 4. Captain Nemesis, the psycho one 5. Haley, the country girl 6. Janice, the city girl 7. Elizabeth, the shy one 8. Suka, the soulless one 9. Cyndel, the (audience-named) Queen of the Waifus!'
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My Cover Girl lineup

octavian
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Apple Bottom girl

octavian
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Some pajamas

zuzul
AI art "The Hunger: Consumption"
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The Hunger: Consumption

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Jill: Game Over"
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Jill: Game Over

zuzul
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Dawn's Winter Retreat

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Sin título

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Massage 1/2

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AI art 'Yor A night To Remember 2' with user description 'The room was subterranean, a concrete box that smelled of damp earth and cold iron. Yor was strapped into a chair, her wrists bound with reinforced steel cables that bit into her skin. Across from her, a man in a clinical white suit adjusted the needles of a polygraph machine, its sensors taped to Yor’s temples and chest. In the corner, a monitor flickered to life, showing a live feed of Anya sleeping in her bed at the Forger apartment. A masked operative stood over the child, a silenced pistol aimed at her head. "The rules are simple, Thorn Princess," the interrogator whispered, his voice smooth and devoid of empathy. "Tell me your most cherished memory. The one that makes your heart race, the one that defines you. If the needle jumps—if you lie for even a second to preserve your 'dignity'—my man pulls the trigger. Start talking." Yor looked at the screen, her pupils trembling. Her usual mask of polite reserve shattered. To save Anya, she had to peel back the layers of her life and reveal the raw, shameful truth she had buried beneath her role as a mother and a clerk. "It was... years ago," Yor began, her voice steady but hollow. "I received an invitation to a kindergarten reunion. I thought it was a chance to reconnect with my past. I went to a private residence, expecting a party, but I had forgotten a crucial detail about my childhood. I was the only girl in my class that year." The interrogator leaned in, watching the flat line of the polygraph. "Continue." "There were thirteen of them," Yor said, her eyes fixed on the image of Anya. "Thirteen men I used to play with as children. They didn't want to talk about the past. They told me that as the only girl, I was responsible for the happiness of the entire group. They were persuasive, circling me, telling me that after all my years of solitude and 'work,' I deserved to be completely possessed. And for the first time in my life... I wanted to be. I wanted to be used until there was nothing left of me." She took a breath, the needle remaining perfectly still. She was telling the truth. "I accepted. I let them strip me in the center of that room. For the entire night, I wasn't an assassin or a sister. I was a vessel. They treated my body like a public resource. At any given moment, I was being filled by three or four of them at once. I remember the weight of them, the relentless, heavy-caliber rhythm that stretched my anatomy beyond its limits. They weren't gentle; they were frantic, reclaiming the 'princess' they had lost." Yor’s face flushed, not with shame, but with the vivid, carnal memory of the sensation. "The night became a blur of white heat. They covered every inch of me. They were so thorough and so numerous that they didn't just stay with the usual places. They doused my face, my hair... I remember the smell of it on my nose, the stinging in my eyes as they took turns blinding me with their release. It was so much—the volume was so extreme—that I actually retched. I vomited back the sheer amount of 'friendship' they had forced down my throat, only for them to laugh and continue from behind while I was still choking on the floor." The polygraph stayed flat. The machine confirmed her darkest secret: the most cherished memory of the Thorn Princess was being utterly destroyed and communalized by thirteen men in a single night. "I have never felt so full," Yor whispered, a tear tracing a path through the grime on her cheek. "I felt seen. I felt occupied. I felt like I finally belonged to something larger than myself. That night of total, messy surrender is the only thing that feels real when the world gets too quiet." The interrogator stared at the machine, then at Yor, a look of genuine disgust crossing his face. He signaled to the man on the monitor. The operative lowered the gun and stepped away from Anya’s bed. "You really are a monster, aren't you?" the man remarked, turning off the polygraph. "No," Yor replied, her eyes returning to the cold, lethal sharpness of an assassin. "I'm just a woman who loves her family. And now that I’ve told you the truth... you’re going to find out what happens to people who threaten my daughter."'
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Yor A night To Remember 2

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'New Waifu Delivery Service 🤤' with user description 'If only...'
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New Waifu Delivery Service 🤤

rbender01
AI art 'A NOUVELLE NOIR (Part 2)' with user description 'Detective Pearl just got a tip from a trusted source. An address and a piece of paper with two aliases. A SILKY FEMALE VOICE OFF CAMERA: “It’s not much, but it's the most I’ve gotten these past few nights. Here, this is the address. Oh, my pearl thong is vibrating! I must be close!” (Detective Pearl takes out a flash light) “The building looks completely abandoned. Wait, there are sounds coming from that door. Voices! I must be careful. (Detective Pearl opens the door ever so slightly) “A computer. The voices I heard were coming from that computer… Bingo! This coffee is still hot, they must be here still! Ooohhhh!!" (Detective Pearl shrinks down. The pearl thong is now vibrating too much) “Ooo-aaahhh!! My pearl thong, is… oooohhh, I think I just came a bit… It’s really hot in here and my pearls and vibrating like crazy. I better take my coat off.” (A noise behind her) “Huh??!! Who’s there!?!?” (Pearl turns around quickly only to realize a door has been opened behind her) “That door, someone just… they know I’m here. They are taunting me. I must be - Ooohhh, my thong! It’s… asking me to go there. Aaahhh, my knees are shaking… I think I just came again… oohh this is getting so strong!! I must act quickly, every time my pussy is getting more and more sensitive. That could be dangerous!” (Computers turned on in the next room past the open door. Laughter and joy can be heard coming from the speakers) “I can't turn back now. I must find out who are those names on the paper. I must capture and punish. Oh, my clit…” (Detective Pearl has entered the room. She turns around but sees no one. Only a few computers playing some type of videos. She approaches carefully. Sits by the monitors” “What??!” (The images she sees completely send her pearl thong in to a frenzy. A home-made video of a cute CatGirl is playing. Speakers on full volume erupt the cute noises and purrs of the naked girl on the video) CUTE CATGIRL VOICE FROM SPEAKERS: “Oh, Peter stop it!! You know I want to be with you! I’ve been waiting all day long for you!” (The cuteness on that video is too much for Detective Pearl. She has fallen from the chair and landed on the floor. Her legs have lost all strength. She grows weaker with each orgasm from the vibrating pearls. She must get out of there! She must… ) CATGIRL: “Meow!!! Prrrrrr!! Please Peter, please! Pet me! (Playfully) I’ve been a good CatGirl!!” PEARL: “NO! NOOO!! I must get out of here!! I mus… I must…” Detective Pearl has landed on the floor. Her body still shaking for the multiple orgasms she’s experiencing. She tries to crawl, but her body doesn’t respond anymore. (To be continued…)'
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A NOUVELLE NOIR (Part 2)

warmicestudios
AI art "A night to Remember"
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A night to Remember

blackhairedstudent
AI art "What would you do in this moment?"

What would you do in this moment?

octavian
AI art 'EP.6 Missing Momo!!' with user description 'I'm back with another chapter. I had super fun while creating it... enjoy! Tell me what you think or suggests if you would like to do so! Story: Momo moved cautiously through the dusty rooms of the abandoned building. She was there to find a golden ball hidden somewhere inside. Scene 1 A cold shiver ran down her spine. She turned quickly and saw a tall masked man silently watching her from the end of the corridor. “Shit…!” Momo started running, but the man was faster. When she reached a locked door, he caught up to her. She immediately tried to use her psychic powers, but nothing happened. The man grabbed her roughly, twisting her arms behind her back. “Stay still.” Momo felt thick ropes tighten around her wrists and then around her chest, squeezing her breasts tightly. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break free. Scene 2 The man lifted her effortlessly and bound her ankles as well, hanging her from the ceiling. Momo swung helplessly, her face red with a bored rage. “I know why you’re here,” he said calmly. “The golden ball. Help me find it and I’ll let you go.” Momo glared at him with pure hatred. “Go fuck yourself.” The man sighed and left her hanging there in silence for several minutes. Scene 3 He eventually took her down, stripped her completely naked except for her black stockings, and tied her wrists behind her back again. He wrapped more ropes tightly around her breasts, making them bulge. Dragging her by the hair, he pulled her out of the room. “Last friendly warning,” he growled. “Tell me where the ball is or things are going to get very unpleasant.” Momo spat on the floor. “I’m not telling you shit.” Scene 4 The man forced her down to her knees, gripping her head with both hands. Without hesitation, he shoved his thick, hard cock into her mouth and began fucking her face violently. Momo made choked, wet sounds as he thrust deep into her throat. Why… why can’t I fight back? she thought. After several brutal minutes, he came hard, flooding her mouth until thick cum overflowed from her nose. Momo coughed violently, semen dripping down her chin and onto her chest. Scene 5 “Still refusing to cooperate?” he asked. Momo, voice hoarse, answered: “Fuck you.” The man forced a ring gag into her mouth, keeping it wide open. He turned her around, tied a rope to her torso and pulled her up until she was on her tiptoes. He slowly removed her stockings, smelled them with clear pleasure, then spread her ass and thrust into her roughly, fucking her hard while she moaned through the gag. Scene 6 He didn’t finish inside her. Instead, he turned her back around, made her kneel again, and used her open mouth through the ring gag, fucking her face aggressively until he exploded once more, filling her throat with another heavy load. Scene 7 Momo was exhausted and trembling. Despite everything, an unwanted heat was building between her legs. The man flipped her onto all fours and fucked her deeply one last time, making her moan loudly through the ring gag with every thrust. When he finally came inside her with a deep grunt, Momo broke. “…Fine,” she gasped. “I’ll help you. I already found it… I threw it away while you were chasing me.” Scene 8 The man untied her, removed the ring gag, and made her lead him to the golden ball. As soon as he had it in his hands, his attitude changed completely. He quickly tied her up again, this time with strong packing tape. He hogtied her tightly, stuffed her own used stockings deep into her mouth, and sealed it shut with the tape. He also blindfolded her with the same tape. Before leaving, he placed a note with a large “M” written on it beside her. Momo lay there, covered in cum, bound and helpless, angrily mumbling into her gag. "As soon as I get free… I’m going to kill you." A few minutes later, she felt her powers return. With a single thought, she shattered the tape and freed herself. Even though she was furious, Momo couldn’t deny the strange, deep excitement she had felt during the ordeal — something she had never experienced before. Now she, like all his other victims, would hunt anyone who left that “M” behind.'
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EP.6 Missing Momo!!

kaxeld
AI art 'Angie Casting' with user description 'The humid, sterile air of the public train station bathroom was the first thing to hit my senses, smelling of industrial bleach, old rust, and the sharp, musky scent of unwashed bodies. My head lolled to the side, my silver pigtails messy and sticking to my damp neck. As consciousness trickled back into my brain, I felt a heavy, dull ache—a sensation of being stretched far beyond my limits. *Ah... Atua is so generous today,* I thought, a dazed smile spreading across my face even before my eyes fully opened. I remembered talking to Tenko earlier about the divine joy of being a vessel—how the physical body is just a tool for Atua’s will, and how I craved the sensation of being used until there was nothing left of me but spirit. Tenko had looked so flustered, but then she remembered it was my birthday and handed me a cup of coffee. It was bitter... and then the world had dissolved into a beautiful, velvety black. Now, I was awake. My wrists were cold, held tight by heavy steel handcuffs that rattled against a rusted plumbing pipe. My ankles were shackled, forced wide apart to frame the entrance of my sanctuary. And in that sanctuary, there was a presence. A black, gigantic member was buried deep within my anus, rhythmic and relentless. The man behind me was a titan, his dark skin slick with sweat as he claimed me with a primal, wordless hunger. To my left, resting on the grimy tile floor, sat a plastic bucket. It was overflowing with condoms, a mountain of latex meant to facilitate a marathon of devotion. "Nyahaha! Atua, you really outdid yourself with this birthday party!" I chirped, my voice echoing off the graffiti-covered stalls. The men were already lined up. I could hear their footsteps, their impatient breathing, the clinking of belts. They were the "unclean" of the world—hobos with matted hair and clothes that smelled like the gutter, stinking men with calloused hands, and wide-eyed teenagers. One after another, they stepped forward. The titan behind me finished, a deep groan vibrating through my spine as he withdrew. Immediately, the next man took his place. Some were quick, driven by a frantic need. Others were slow and cruel. Every few turns, a man would ignore the bucket of condoms entirely. I felt the raw, searing friction of skin on skin, the hot, slick sliding of natural fluid as they bypassed the latex and drove themselves into the very depths of my core. My anus was a burning ring of fire, but I welcomed the heat. I welcomed the filth. But then, the ritual shifted. A man, smelling of cheap cigarettes and desperation, didn't aim for the back. He guided his length into my pussy. The moment he slid inside, the thin veil of my composure finally shattered. I wasn't just a vessel; I was a participant in the divine ecstasy. My hips began to move of their own accord, meeting every thrust with a rhythmic, desperate grind. I was loving each and every one of them. I was cherishing the grit, the sweat, and the overwhelming scent of a dozen different lives converging inside of me. "Thank you, Atua! Thank you for this glorious day of service!" I screamed toward the cracked ceiling, my eyes rolling back as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. This was the best day of my life. My body was being claimed by the world, and in that total surrender, I felt closer to the divine than I ever had. The hours bled into one another. The sun must have set outside the station, leaving only the buzzing fluorescent lights to witness the carnage. For six hours, the line never stopped. At least sixty random men—each one a different flavor of desire—had used me. I was a map of their release, my skin painted in various shades of white and grey. Finally, the heavy door of the bathroom creaked open. The last man, a scruffy teenager who looked like he was about to faint, finished inside my pussy and stumbled away, leaving me slumped against the pipes. Tenko walked in. She looked around at the wreckage—the empty condom wrappers, the spilled bucket, and me. I was a mess. My silver hair was matted with fluids, my face flushed a deep, feverish pink. My entrances were gaped wide, raw and red, struggling to close after the constant assault. I was literally full of cum, the excess leaking out of me to pool on the cold, dirty tiles. "Angie!" Tenko shouted, her voice a mix of horror and a strange, hidden pride. "Happy birthday! I... I hope Atua provided everything you asked for." I looked up at her, my vision blurry but my heart soaring. I gave her a wide, toothy grin, my tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from my lip. "It was perfect, Tenko," I whispered, my voice hoarse from six hours of praising the heavens. "Atua is so, so good."'
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Angie Casting

blackhairedstudent
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asd1v
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Heavy Package. Sign Here.

thoughtzi
AI art 'Chapter #03 THE MANSION OF FETISHES. Part 1.' with user description 'A distant relative of Mireya entrusted her to go to the old abandoned family mansion, because her grandfather had hidden the family relic in the mansion, but they did not expect what they would find. The girls arrived at the mansion and split up to search. Alison went to the rooms upstairs, when suddenly she was attacked by fetishist ghost neighborhoods. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it.'
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Chapter #03 THE MANSION OF FETISHES. Part 1.

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AI art 'Miki Returns' with user description 'Miki wanders the street after receiving punishment at the hotel until she stumbles upon the apartment of her childhood friend'
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Miki Returns

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