pout

AI art "Paizuri : Minimum equipment required."
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Paizuri : Minimum equipment required.

zuzul
AI art "Fern Gangbang"
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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Strip Poker After Hours With Miki"
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Strip Poker After Hours With Miki

doggomage
AI art "A NOUVELLE NOIR (Part 2)"
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A NOUVELLE NOIR (Part 2)

warmicestudios
AI art 'Women in Uniform' with user description '🫡'
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Women in Uniform

usagi77
AI art "Good and Evil"
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Good and Evil

onkayetishar
AI art '!!Creepy story!!. CHAPTER 1. Slenderman.' with user description '"THE UMBRA NEXUS ACADEMY." In an advanced society where monsters, aliens, dimensional beings, demons, etc., all coexist, there is a very special school: the Umbra Nexus Academy (U.N.A.). A highly prestigious academy, renowned for its high quality. Actually, it's because of the tremendous orgies that take place there, since it's a mixed school where everything is present. Hundreds of teenagers discovering their own bodies and those of their elders. All in the name of science.'
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!!Creepy story!!. CHAPTER 1. Slenderman.

crow-7w7
AI art 'Fern Strategy' with user description 'The Northern Plateau was a place of biting winds and jagged stone, but today, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Fern stood at the edge of a frozen clearing, her staff held firmly in both hands. Opposite her stood a creature that defied the logic of the grimoires she had spent years studying under Frieren’s tutelage. It was a Great Orc—a towering wall of muscle and grey-green skin, adorned with ritualistic scars that glowed with a faint, obsidian light. "**Zoltraak**," Fern whispered, her voice steady. A beam of concentrated mana streaked across the clearing, aimed directly at the beast’s chest. Usually, such a spell would pierce even the thickest hide, but as the bolt struck the Orc, it didn't explode. It shattered. The mana dissipated into harmless sparks, sliding off the creature’s skin like water off a polished stone. The Orc let out a guttural laugh, a sound that rumbled in the depths of its massive chest. "Magic... useless," it grunted. "My skin... the Void’s Blessing. No spell touches me." Fern stepped back, her mind racing. She realized that the "Void’s Blessing" was a hungry absorption. The Orc was taking in her mana and converting it into a raw, biological drive. The more she fought with traditional means, the more aggressive and "heated" the creature became. Its eyes were no longer focused on combat; they were glazed with a primal, suffocating lust. "I see," Fern murmured, her face remaining stoic despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "If I cannot destroy your body with distance, I will force it to its limit with contact." She didn't cast an attack. Instead, she dropped her staff and channeled a high-frequency sensory spell—a "**Pleasure Amplification**" charm. Normally, it required physical contact, but the Orc’s own mana-absorption field acted as a bridge. As the Orc lunged, Fern didn't flee. She stepped into its personal space. The lead Orc’s massive hands clamped onto Fern’s waist, the contrast between his rough, green skin and her delicate frame highlighting the sheer scale of the task. She realized that to truly overload him, she needed to use the most sensitive conduits available. She turned, pressing her soft, rounded ass against the front of the Orc’s massive, throbbing arousal. The sensation was a wall of heat, but she didn’t flinch. She began to move. Using the charm, she turned her own skin into a magical conduit. Every rhythmic grind of her ass against him wasn't just a physical act; it was a magical surge. She felt his mana-shield drinking in the sensation, and she pushed back, her curves molding against his grotesque bulk. The Orc’s breath hitched, a deep, rattling sound. Not satisfied with the speed of his decline, Fern shifted, guiding his massive length to her pussy. The entry was a staggering shock of scale, stretching her to her absolute limit, but she maintained her stoic focus. She wrapped her internal muscles around him, pulsing with magical energy. With every thrust, she injected a concentrated burst of sensory mana directly into his core. The feedback loop was catastrophic. The sensation of being inside her, combined with the inverted magical attack, was too much. His eyes rolled back, and his knees finally gave out. He let out a deafening roar as he reached his breaking point. A massive, hot release filled her, a testament to the energy he had absorbed. He came three times in a violent, shivering blur before slumping into the snow, completely incapacitated. "How pathetic," Fern whispered, her usual deadpan expression returning as she adjusted her sleeve. But her relief was short-lived. The mountain air was suddenly filled with the heavy thud of dozens of footsteps. One by one, more Great Orcs stepped into the clearing—a literal horde of at least twenty of them. They looked down at their fallen kin, then turned their hunger-filled gazes toward Fern. Their obsidian scars began to glow in anticipation of the mana she possessed. "So," Fern whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "The 'Void's Blessing' is the standard for the whole tribe. And they're all as hungry as the first one." The lead Orc, a scarred beast with a belly that hung over his fur, stepped forward, his nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. "Girl-mage... defeated the scout," he rumbled. "But we... we are starving." Fern gripped her staff, her mind already calculating the hours of work ahead of her. She knew that to survive, she would have to repeat the process, using her ass and her pussy to satisfy every single one of them until they collapsed. "This is going to be incredibly bothersome," she muttered, looking at the twenty massive monsters closing in. "It’s going to be a long night... and it’s going to be very hard to satisfy them all." ..'
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Fern Strategy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)'
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Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)

usagi77
AI art 'Temporary Angel'
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Temporary Angel

-bpm
AI art 'Tenko Casting' with user description 'The air in the Ultimate Artist’s studio was thick with the scent of incense and expensive acrylics. Tenko Chabashira sat cross-legged on a velvet cushion, her usual defensive posture replaced by a restless, fidgety energy. She wasn't looking at Angie Yonaga; instead, she was staring at her own calloused palms, her face flushed a deep, burning crimson that clashed with her green hair ribbons. "Angie... Atua speaks to you, right?" Tenko whispered, her voice uncharacteristically small. "He knows everything... including the things we try to hide even from ourselves?" Angie tilted her head, a serene, knowing smile dancing on her lips. "Atua sees into the deepest corners of the heart, Tenko! He says you have a very... heavy secret. A desire that fights against your Neo-Aikido spirit." Tenko let out a shaky breath, her composure finally breaking. "I hate degenerate males! I really do! But... there is this fantasy. It’s been haunting my dreams. I imagine myself in the **Madison Square Garden**—the center of the fighting world. I’m in the ring, the lights are blinding, and thousands of people are screaming. I’m facing a man who is simply... better. Faster. Stronger. I fight with everything I have, but he systematically breaks my defense. I want to feel the moment where my Neo-Aikido fails me completely." She leaned in closer, her eyes wide with a mix of shame and longing. "In the dream, once I’m beaten, lying breathless on the canvas, he doesn't just take the trophy. He takes *me*. Right there, in the center of the ring, he claims me by force while the world watches. And then... the crowd. The entire audience of men pours over the barricades. Hundreds of them, thousands, all taking turns, using every part of me until I’m nothing but a vessel for their collective victory. I want to be utterly defeated and then utterly used." Angie clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling. "Atua is so pleased with your honesty, Tenko! And because Atua is kind, he will make this happen for you. A grand ritual of submission!" Angie didn't waste a moment. Using her connections and the strange, limitless resources of the academy, she organized the "Ultimate Exhibition." She didn't just pick a random fighter; she scouted the most brutal Muay Thai champion in the world—a man whose shins were like iron and whose clinch was an inescapable trap. She moved the "ritual" to a private, high-stakes replica of the Garden, filling the seats with the most fervent, high-energy crowd imaginable. The plan was surgical. Tenko was led into the ring, the roar of the crowd hitting her like a physical wave. She saw the fighter—a towering wall of muscle—and felt a thrill of terror. Angie sat in the front row, a conductor of the upcoming chaos. "Do your best, Tenko! Atua is watching!" The fight was a masterpiece of one-sided destruction. Tenko’s Neo-Aikido was useless against the champion's crushing leg kicks and sharp elbows. Every time she tried to throw him, he countered with a knee that stole her breath. Finally, a high kick caught her temple, and she collapsed onto the canvas, her world spinning. The champion didn't wait for a count. He dropped onto her, pinning her wrists to the mat as the crowd erupted into a frenzied, primal roar. Tenko felt the first wave of forced possession, the weight of a superior male finally crushing her spirit as he claimed his "prize" in the center of the world's most famous ring. And then, as planned, the gates opened. "It was the most terrifying and magnificent collapse of my life," Tenko later whispered, her voice trembling at the memory. "The moment the first man finished and was immediately replaced by three more, I felt my identity as a warrior dissolve. I was no longer a person; I was a communal resource. I felt the rhythmic, relentless thud of the entire crowd—thousands of them—as they rotated through my mouth, my pussy, and my anus for hours on end. I was stretched, filled, and discarded, only to be grabbed again by the next pair of hands. My jaw ached, my core was a raw, throbbing void, and I was coated in a layer of their collective victory so thick I couldn't feel the air on my skin. To be used by an entire stadium of degenerate males... it was the ultimate defeat, and for the first time, I finally felt completely, blissfully powerless."'
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Tenko Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Bonding with Brave Vesperia"
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Bonding with Brave Vesperia

terror2
AI art 'Huffy bath time' with user description 'Anara isn't very happy with you. You both get in the bath. She says neither of you can smell of sex when meeting each other's parents. 'But she's so cute in the bath though!' you think, as a little friend pops out to play. "...We're already in the bath, so it's fine." And Anara agrees to some bath play.'
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Huffy bath time

zesoul
AI art 'femboy images that didn't make it' with user description 'Some of the images for my femboy story that didn't make the cut but are still good.'
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femboy images that didn't make it

tokenoverlord
AI art 'Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 1'
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Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 1

crow-7w7
AI art "Swallowing cum"
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Swallowing cum

jlixard
AI art "Akari's Ambush - Post Game Adventures in Hisui"
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Akari's Ambush - Post Game Adventures in Hisui

pokemon_maniac
AI art "Pantyhose Fern"
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Pantyhose Fern

siroboker
AI art "Strip Poker with Sylphy"
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Strip Poker with Sylphy

emoge
AI art "Miu"
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Miu

jlixard
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