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

doggomage
AI art "Anime House 2"
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Anime House 2

octavian
AI art 'Aura Captured' with user description 'The snow crunched beneath my boots as I approached the tavern, a solitary beacon of warmth in this frozen wasteland. My violet hair whipped in the biting wind, and the **Scales of Obedience** at my hip rattled—a reminder of my absolute authority. I, Aura the Guillotine, did not fear these mortals. They were but insects whose lives were measured in the weight of their souls. As I reached the door, an old, obese man blocked my path, his face a map of filth and scars. "You killed them all," he rasped. "My entire bloodline. I challenge you, Aura. A measure of souls." My pride was my undoing. I scanned his mana; it was pathetic. I could have ended him instantly, but I wanted to see the despair on his face when his own soul condemned him. I summoned the Scales, pouring my vast, ancient mana into my side. The scale tipped instantly toward me. But seconds before his mana touched the plate, he drained a shimmering vial. It was a **Potion of Infinite Illusion**. It didn’t actually increase his power, but it tricked the magical logic of the scales, making his mana appear as a bottomless, infinite abyss for five crucial seconds. The balance slammed down on his side with the force of a falling mountain. Because the scale "saw" him as superior, its magic bound my very soul to his will. "Silence," he commanded, his voice cold and flat. "Speak only when I tell you to. Only do what I want you to do." He took me to his new home town, a place I destroyed 60 years ago, rebuilt by the child i dis not kill that time.. he ordered me to serve every one of them, and i Did... one after another, no resting.. some where big, big as monsters, their bodies made mine look small, After forty-eight hours of being used by every man in his village—my demonic body cruelly resetting my anatomy to a virgin state after every violation—he led me to a stone square. "Put your head and hands through here," he ordered, pointing to a heavy, stone-and-iron guillotine frame. "**Wait here in this position in silence until I return. And keep serving anyone who comes to use you.**" He never came back. I have been in this position for seven hundred years. My neck and wrists are locked into the frame, my spine permanently arched, my rear perpetually exposed to the whims of the kingdom that grew around my shackle. I have forgotten the sound of my own voice; the concept of speech has withered in my mind like a dead leaf. I have forgotten the taste of food and the warmth of a bed. Most importantly, I have never slept. My demonic stamina ensures I remain wide awake, forced to witness every second of my degradation through the centuries. The square is never empty. I have become a living monument, a landmark of flesh and stone. Around the base of my pedestal, a permanent slum of forty hobos has taken root. They live in wretched huts built against my legs, treating my body as a communal hearth. While the city sleeps, they take turns fucking me all night long, their unwashed bodies a constant weight against my cold skin. During the day, travelers from across the world join the queue. Sometimes five or six men use me simultaneously—one at my mouth, others at my pussy and anus—clambering over each other to claim a piece of the monster. My body is a cursed masterpiece of regeneration. It is a biological nightmare of rapid recovery. One second, a man withdraws and my ass is left **extremely gaped**, a dark, distended void pulsing from the trauma of his intrusion; in the very next second, the demonic magic surges through my tissue, sealing the opening until it is **virgin again**. I am a perpetual loop of destruction and restoration, a tight, "pure" vessel that is torn open by the next stranger only to reset before his seed even cools. I no longer think of magic. The only thing that exists is the count. I have become a living abacus. One billion. One billion and ten. The number is the only thing I truly know. I watch the fashion of the men change and the seasons bleed into centuries. I am a hole in the center of the world, a silent vessel that has processed the seed of entire lineages. I am the first demon to ever feel the sting of a tear, a single drop of salt water that has carved a permanent track down my weathered face—a testament to a billion men and an eternity of silence.'
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Aura Captured

blackhairedstudent
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alexloke97
AI art "Ankha as inspired by YOU!"
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Ankha as inspired by YOU!

terror2
AI art 'Mukuro Casting' with user description 'The air in the bedroom was cloying, smelling of strawberry-scented air freshener and old, festering grief. Mukuro Ikusaba lay on a frilly, pink duvet, her limbs as heavy as lead. She had been captured during a routine sweep; she hadn't expected a localized EMP trap and a high-grade neurotoxin dart hidden in a common mailbox. It was a sloppy mistake for the Ultimate Soldier, but even she hadn't accounted for the suicidal desperation of a man with nothing left to lose. The father stood over her, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with a terrifying, manic hope. Beside him stood his son, who looked at Mukuro with a mixture of loathing and hollow obedience. "This was my daughter’s room," the father whispered, gesturing to the stuffed animals lining the shelves. "She died in the blast you set. You erased her future. So, you’re going to give it back. You’re going to stay in this room, and you’re going to give me another daughter. You’ll stay alive until she’s born and celebrates her first birthday. Until then, you’re just a vessel." He leaned down, his voice trembling. "I’ve given you a high-dose muscular relaxant. You can’t fight. You’ll feel every moment of what comes next, but you won't be able to lift a finger to stop us." For nine months, the pink room became a sensory prison. Mukuro lived in a state of chemical paralysis, her body forced to endure the relentless, grief-fueled assaults of the father and the quiet, bitter turns taken by the son. She watched her own body change, her abdomen swelling with a life she never asked for. Even as her belly became a massive, taut curve that made every breath a struggle, they didn't stop. They treated her like a communal womb, their lust fueled by the twisted logic of replacing the dead. The father’s face was a mask of jagged, weeping lines as he leaned over Mukuro’s paralyzed form during the final weeks of her confinement. He didn’t touch her with lust; he touched her with a cold, possessive resentment, his hand pressing firmly against her distended navel. "How many, Mukuro?" he whispered, his breath smelling of bitter coffee and despair. "How many children were in that elementary school when you triggered the blast? Did you hear them? Did you hear the sound of the future being snuffed out in a single second? My daughter had a lead role in the spring play. She was supposed to be a princess. Now she's just ash in a jar on my mantel." Mukuro’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling, the muscular relaxant keeping her a silent witness to his breakdown. "You think this is a punishment?" the father continued, his voice cracking as he unbuckled his belt for the sixth time that day. "This is a mercy. You killed a world, so I’m making you build a new one. But don't think for a second that this makes us even. You deserve worse than this. You deserve to be used until your bones turn to dust. You deserve to be nothing more than a hole that never closes, a vessel that never empties. Every time my son and I take turns on you, I imagine I’m reclaiming a piece of the life you stole." He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "My son hates you even more than I do. He doesn't see a girl; he sees the monster that took his sister. When he's inside you, he isn't looking for pleasure. He's looking for revenge. And I’m going to make sure he gets it, every single day, until that baby girl is born and we finally have our family back." Then, the door didn't open for a feeding—it exploded. Junko Enoshima stepped over the charred remains of the father and son, her heels clicking on the pink carpet. She looked down at Mukuro, who lay there with her nine-month belly exposed, her eyes tracking her sister with a flicker of recognition. "Hey, Sis! Wow, look at you," Junko chirped, poking Mukuro’s stomach with a manicured finger. "You’ve really grown into the role of 'Traumatized Broodmother.' It’s such a look! I was actually going to bust you out on day one, you know? But then I heard that guy’s plan through the hidden mics, and I thought it would be just *delicious* to be an auntie!" Mukuro’s voice was a dry, unused rasp as the relaxant finally began to wear off. "You... you could have saved me months ago. After I got pregnant... why did you wait?" Junko let out a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, Mukuro! I was just dying to see how long that man's despair could actually last! I mean, watching him try to replace a dead kid with a new one while staying totally obsessed with using you? Pure art! I had to see the limit of his desperation. He really leaned into that whole 'you deserve worse' angle—it was so dramatic, so cliché, so *perfectly* despair-inducing!" She leaned in, a mischievous smirk on her face. "Besides, I figured your pussy must be absolutely legendary for them to keep coming back for more! I mean, they fucked you more than five times every single day for nine months straight! That’s over thirteen hundred sessions, Sis! If your pussy is that tasty, I couldn't just cut the 'buffet' line short, right?'
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Mukuro Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Noelle silva"
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Noelle silva

akalihhh
AI art "Full Rin set"
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Full Rin set

pancakelover
AI art "Meet MISS PEARL ⚪️"
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Meet MISS PEARL ⚪️

warmicestudios
AI art "Bullies"
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Bullies

zesoul
AI art "Strip Poker with Sylphy"
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Strip Poker with Sylphy

emoge
AI art "Caulifa Chained"
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Caulifa Chained

zerogroupe21
AI art '🌸 Pussy Peek' with user description 'I took @zuzul's idea and multiplied it by 🌸🌸🌸🌸 🌸🌸🌸🌸 🌸🌸🌸🌸 🌸🌸🌸🌸 😏'
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🌸 Pussy Peek

peterco
AI art "Amber"
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Amber

zuzul
Fallen noble animations
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Fallen noble animations

zesoul
AI art "Void DEEPTHROAT Bitch~"
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Void DEEPTHROAT Bitch~

gonkems
AI art 'EP.5 WHERE'S YUJI?!' with user description 'Hello beautiful people. (I love this community) With the amazing 4th episode of JJK’s 3rd season, what could be better than a story focused on our beloved Kugisaki? (Maki was simply broken—zero cursed energy… the Power Nullifier never even had a chance.) Let's start: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kugisaki headed toward her hotel room, ready to rest before the next mission. The hallway felt unusually quiet, yet a faint prickle at the back of her neck told her she wasn’t alone. Someone—or something—was trailing her. Just as she reached for the door, a strange wave washed over her. Her cursed energy flickered, then collapsed entirely. It wasn’t blocked. It wasn’t suppressed. It was simply… gone, as if drained out of existence. The power‑nullifier had struck again. Before she could react, a shadow darted past her, cutting off her escape route, he forced her hands behind her back, tying them tightly with a rope, and did the same with her breasts and ankles. She tried to call out, but the intruder’s speed left her no opening by putting a ball gag in her mouth. Her mind raced—whoever this was, they knew exactly how to neutralize her. And they weren’t here by accident. The man dragged her across the floor, revealing his intentions: What I am about to do is not a simple act; it is necessary for everyone. Your energy will be useful to me. After removing her ball gag, he began to fuck her mouth and pussy, tearing her clothes off more and more, ripping her stockings and then removing them completely, opening her shirt and exposing her breasts. Then he quickly untied her just to remove her clothes, her resistance was futile, only to tie her up again. Without saying a word, he thrust his penis into her mouth, all the way in, to come inside her. Right after he got behind her to finish what he had started, putting it all in her ass and pulling her hair hard. The ritual to absorb all types of energy from Kugisaki was complete. At this point, the man no longer needed her, but he was sure that someone would come soon. So he hogtied her tightly, securing her to the ceiling so she couldn't move from the bed, and finally put a larger ball gag than the one used previously and a blindfold to limit her vision. The man simply said, “Thank you,” and left, painting a large M on the wall and leaving her there in the dark, moaning and struggling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed it!'
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EP.5 WHERE'S YUJI?!

kaxeld
AI art 'Which one is your favorite?'
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Which one is your favorite?

dreamwalker
AI art "End of Travel"
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End of Travel

kevinmight
AI art "You disgust me"
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You disgust me

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