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AI art "From mermaid to maid."
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From mermaid to maid.

zuzul
AI art "Pip Tests"
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Pip Tests

goobygubby
AI art "Ankha's urges"
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Ankha's urges

terror2
AI art 'Altina Room ❤️' with user description 'The afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the Thors Military Academy Branch Campus. In the quiet of the instructor’s lounge, Rean Schwarzer was diligently filing tactical combat evaluations. The rhythmic scratching of his pen was interrupted by the door sliding open with a familiar, precise mechanical whir. Altina Orion stood there, her expression as unreadable as a frozen lake, though her fingers toyed slightly with the hem of her uniform—a rare sign of hesitation. "Instructor Rean," she began, her voice maintaining its characteristic cool, monotone cadence. "I have concluded that my current physical and psychological state requires... specialized calibration. It is a matter of high priority." Rean looked up, his expression softening into that trademark "older brother" concern. "Calibration? Are you feeling unwell, Altina? If it’s your combat link with Claiomh Solais, we can head to the training hall—" "Negative," Altina interrupted, stepping closer. "The training hall is an environment of high visibility. My requested procedure requires a more... controlled, private setting. Specifically, my dormitory quarters. I have ensured that the other students are currently occupied with club activities." Rean blinked, leaning back in his chair. "Your room? I mean, I’m happy to help with extra studies or even just tea if you’re feeling lonely, but I have quite a bit of paperwork—" "Instructor," she said, her voice dropping an octave, "I am experiencing a physiological 'itch' that cannot be scratched by tea or textbooks. My data suggests that internal friction and high-intensity physical contact with a trusted partner are the most efficient ways to regulate this... buildup." Rean’s brow furrowed. He was, as usual, hopelessly dense when it came to the romantic intentions of the women around him. "Internal friction? Altina, are you having muscle spasms? You might be overtraining. I have some cooling gel in my desk, or we could ask Principal Aurelia for a referral to a specialist." Altina felt a twitch in her eyebrow. "I do not require cooling gel. In fact, my internal temperature is currently rising. I am suggesting a 'one-on-one session' where you exercise your authority over my... physical form. I wish for you to be thorough. Exhaustive, even." "A spar!" Rean clapped his hands together, smiling brightly. "You want a high-intensity grappling session to work out the stress. I should have realized. But doing that in the dorms is against regulations, Altina. We’d break the furniture." "The breaking of furniture is an acceptable margin of error," Altina persisted, her cheeks tinging with the faintest hint of pink. "I want you to... penetrate my defenses. Completely. I want to be overwhelmed until I can no longer maintain my composure. I have prepared the 'surface' for our encounter." Rean laughed nervously, scratching his cheek. "Penetrate your defenses... you’ve been working on your Shielding Arts, haven't you? You want me to use the Eight Leaves One Blade style to find a gap in your Ebon Gear? It’s a bit extreme for a Tuesday, but I admire the dedication." Altina sighed, a sound of genuine exasperation. "Instructor Rean. You are being remarkably dense. Even for a 'Ashen Chevalier.' I am not talking about swords. I am talking about... 'the act.' The biological imperative. I wish for us to engage in sexual intercourse until my cognitive functions are temporarily disabled by pleasure." The silence that followed was deafening. Rean’s pen slipped from his hand, clattering onto the floor. His face went from pale to a shade of crimson that rivaled his Spirit Unification form. "Altina... I... You... Intercourse?!" "Correct," she said, finally regaining her composure now that the word was out. "I have calculated that your 'Seed of Ishmelga' is no longer a threat, but I find myself craving a different kind of 'filling.' I want you to enter my room, lock the door, and proceed to utilize every orifice I possess for your satisfaction and mine. I wish to be covered in the physical manifestation of your release." Rean stood up so quickly his chair nearly toppled. He looked around frantically to ensure no one was in the hallway. "Altina, we’re at school! I’m your instructor! I—" "Class is over, Rean," she said, stepping into his personal space and looking up at him with those wide, earnest eyes. "And I am no longer just an Intelligence Division tool. I am a woman with desires. Desires that only you can fulfill. Now, are you going to continue misinterpreting my tactical requests, or are you going to follow me?" The weight of her gaze, combined with the raw honesty of her confession, finally shattered Rean’s professional facade. The "Dense Protagonist" armor crumbled, replaced by a surge of protective, primal heat. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I... I understand," Rean whispered, his voice rasping. "I didn't realize you felt that way. If this is what you truly want.'
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Altina Room ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Chel collection"
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Chel collection

owyerd
AI art
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Sin título

livinwe
AI art "House of the Fallen - Chapter 3"
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House of the Fallen - Chapter 3

octavian
AI art "Tsunade Casting"
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Tsunade Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Happy horse year 🐎"
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Happy horse year 🐎

zuzul
AI art 'The Cold Side of the Wall. 🧱🌑' with user description 'Vesper has always said that knowledge is power, but tonight, she decided that anonymity is a much more interesting weapon. No names, no lingering stares—just the chill of the concrete and the electric tension of what’s happening on the other side. It’s a power play stripped down to its most basic form. She doesn’t need to see who’s there to dominate the situation; the rhythm of a stranger's breath and the barrier between them is more than enough. For Vesper, this isn't a moment of vulnerability—it's an experiment in sensory control. She dictates the timing, she dictates the intensity, and the person on the other side has no choice but to follow her frequency in the dark. Vesper: (Her voice a low, mechanical whisper pressed against the opening) "Don't try to guess who I am. Just stay right there and let the silence do the rest of the work. You aren't the one in charge here... and we both know that's exactly what you came looking for.'
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The Cold Side of the Wall. 🧱🌑

cef_ultra
AI art "Office Lady gym session continues"
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Office Lady gym session continues

salazar01
AI art "The snack before the sandwich"
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The snack before the sandwich

warmicestudios
AI art 'The Joy of Pokémon' with user description 'On the Orange Islands, our friends encounter a tanned and muscular Joy, who travels from island to island helping Pokémon. Ash and his friends volunteer to help her after she invites them to a meal.'
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The Joy of Pokémon

greymaker
AI art 'Makoto Gangbang ❤️'
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Makoto Gangbang ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Etna 1"
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Etna 1

gealdaydreamer
AI art "Sailor Sluts"
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Sailor Sluts

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Tomb Raider'
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Tomb Raider

surbgent
AI art 'Tatsumaki's day at the beach' with user description 'The sun blazed high over the secluded stretch of beach, the kind of private cove Tatsumaki had telekinetically cleared of any prying eyes. She lounged in a skimpy emerald swimsuit that barely contained her petite perky breasts or her curvaceous, firm ass. Her green hair fluttered in the ocean breeze as she glanced over at her boyfriend, a tall, muscular black man with smooth dark skin that glistened under the sunscreen she'd playfully rubbed on him earlier. "Someone might see," she muttered. "No one's seeing shit," Marcus growled softly, standing up. Tatsumaki bit her lip, her small body shivering despite the heat. Tatsumaki's lips parted, stretching wide as she took him into her mouth—first just the head, sucking greedily, her cheeks hollowing. She bobbed deeper, inch by inch, her telekinesis helping her relax her throat so she could swallow more of his impressive length. "Shit, Tatsu... just like that," Marcus moaned, hips bucking slightly. She pulled off with a pop, strings of cum connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. "Fuck me," she demanded, pushing back against his hand. He lined up his massive cock, the head pressing against her tight ass. Slowly, he pushed in—inch after girthy inch stretching her wide. Tatsumaki gasped, her powers making the sand around them float slightly as pleasure-pain shot through her. "Oh god... so big... deeper..." He started fucking her harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in their private bubble. Her orgasm hit first, hard and shaking, her telekinesis flaring and sending a harmless wave of energy rippling outward. Marcus followed soon after, groaning as he filled her ass with hot, thick cum, pumping every drop deep inside her. "Not bad for beach day," she murmured, already plotting round two as the sun dipped lower.'
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Tatsumaki's day at the beach

octavian
AI art 'Kohaku, condom test'
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Kohaku, condom test

tonygmanch
AI art "Nemona 1"
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Nemona 1

gealdaydreamer
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