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Arte IA "One vs Horde (1st Preview)" con descripción del usuario "Scenes before the epic battle of different female warriors versus hordes of enemies..... Looking forward to their battles!"
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One vs Horde (1st Preview)

srps7
Arte IA "Puppy's Second Chance" con descripción del usuario "This post is a continuation of @gildenstein's post 'What shall I do with my little puppy?'. Link: https://betterwaifu.com/post/snfq9ql Thank you ×1000 for sharing Arazni's prompting with me and allowing me to make a post with her, Gildenstein! 🥰 —— Story time —— *Gaaasp!!* I woke up choking for air, my head pounding like it had been split open. “Where the hell am I?” Memories trickled back. I’d gone home with Arazni, the stunning woman cosplaying as some ancient fantasy queen. She was insanely hot, so when she begged for pet-play, I went along with it. Things escalated fast. Her blowjob was mind-blowing. I came embarrassingly quick, without warning, straight down her throat. That’s when everything went hazy. I vaguely remember her “punishing” me with a spanking that only turned me on more. Then her eyes glowed, and the next time her mouth wrapped around me, it felt… wrong. My consciousness faded. Now I stood in an unfamiliar room wearing only my boxers. No clothes in sight. I stepped into a long stone hallway lined with heavy wooden doors. “This place is massive. Does she own a whole damn castle?” I pressed my ear to the first door. Strange noises came from inside. I cracked it open. Three glowing eyes of a gigantic dog-like monster stared back at me. I slammed the door shut, heart hammering. The beast roared but couldn’t get through. “Holy shit… was she actually a 3,000-year-old lich?” The next room was a treasure hoard—gold, weapons, armor, and best of all, clothes. None of the shirts fit, but I finally had pants again. That’s when I heard her voice echoing from downstairs. I crept toward it. Arazni sat on a throne, commanding an army of skeletons in a language that twisted in my ears. When she finished, she moved into a side chamber. I followed silently. She was studying a map when I stepped behind her and gently touched her shoulder. She spun around, face twisting into a demonic snarl. Purple flame ignited in her palm. “WHO DARES—” In pure panic, I grabbed her breasts over her robe. Her rage vanished instantly. The flame disappeared. “Puppy…? I thought I killed you. I only meant to punish you a little…” I grinned. “You think that was enough to finish me? I’ve had worse nights at the BetterWaifu Bar.” I fondled her softly, then caressed her chin. I continued. "Were you going to cry over me?" She looked away, cheeks faintly flushed. “This body hasn’t cried in over two thousand years,” she muttered. “I was just… disappointed our fun ended so soon.” With a smug smile, she snapped her fingers. Her clothes dissolved into shadows, leaving her naked except for her crown and bracelets. Another snap and my pants vanished. “Jeez, I just got those!” She pushed me onto a bed that hadn’t been there a second ago and straddled me. "Are you ready to fuck a lich?" Arazni whispered seductively. Before I could reply, she sank down onto my thick cock, her tight purple pussy stretching around me. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise at my size, and a cute, involuntary moan escaped her lips as a faint blush colored her pale, undead cheeks. She began riding me with eager rolls of her hips, her moans growing louder and more desperate with every bounce. Embarrassed by her own shameless sounds, she quickly spun around into reverse cowgirl position, hiding her flushed face while continuing to bounce harder on me. "I'm cumming!" I warned breathlessly. "Do it! I'm so close too!" she gasped, glancing back over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes. Her inner walls clenched tightly around me as I exploded deep inside her. Arazni cried out, her whole body shaking violently. She collapsed forward, face buried in the sheets, her crown tumbling off beside her. Her ass remained raised invitingly in the air, my cum already leaking from her well-used pussy. Still rock hard, I positioned myself behind her. "Is this lich ready to get fucked in the ass?" Not waiting for a response, I pushed into her tight rear. She let out muffled arcane shouts into the bedsheets as I thrust deep and steady. It didn't take long before I pulled out and painted her smooth back with my second thick load. Arazni rolled onto her back, breathing heavily, staring in disbelief at my unrelenting erection. "Really? A third round already? Fine... you can use my tits." I straddled her stomach and slid my shaft between her perfectly sized breasts. With the last of her strength, she weakly pressed them together around me. The sight of her exhausted, cum-streaked face drove me even wilder. I thrust between her soft mounds until I erupted, shooting thick ropes across her face and chest. She let out one final soft groan and passed out completely spent. I stood and admired the beautiful ancient lich queen lying there, covered in my cum. Spotting her fallen crown, I grinned. "Perfect souvenir for the boys." I placed it on my head. The world spun in swirling shadows and magic. Suddenly, I was back in my own bedroom, wearing nothing but the ancient crown. —— To be continued? ——"
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Puppy's Second Chance

terror2
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Arte IA
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otousan
Arte IA
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sticky_morina
Arte IA "Angel of Death" con descripción del usuario "Here's a dark fantasy story with a seductive, gothic atmosphere that stays non-explicit: The first sign of her arrival was the silence. The wind stopped. The candles dimmed. Even the shadows seemed to hold their breath. You stood alone in the ancient chapel as moonlight poured through fractured stained glass. Moments earlier, you had been praying—not for salvation, but for the one thing you desired more than anything else. Power. Love. Revenge. Everyone's prayer was different. The answer was always the same. A figure emerged from the darkness beyond the altar. An angel. Or at least something that had once been one. Towering black wings unfolded behind her, each feather shimmering like obsidian beneath the moonlight. Her beauty was impossible to ignore—ethereal, elegant, and terrifying all at once. Silver eyes glowed softly beneath a crown of dark thorns. She walked toward you with measured grace. Every step echoed through the chapel. "You called for me." Her voice was soft. Velvet over steel. You should have run. Instead, you stared. Countless stories spoke of the Angel of Death. Some claimed she collected souls. Others believed she granted wishes. The truth was far more dangerous. She offered both. The angel circled you slowly, her gaze studying every hidden corner of your heart. "You seek something," she whispered. Images flickered around her. Visions drawn from your deepest desires. Dreams you had never spoken aloud. Ambitions. Longings. Regrets. She knew them all. A knowing smile touched her lips. The sight sent a shiver through you. Not from fear. From recognition. She understood you completely. Perhaps better than you understood yourself. "Everyone desires something," she said. "A crown. A lover. A second chance. The world is built upon wanting." The chapel darkened further as black feathers drifted from her wings. Each one dissolved into sparkling starlight before touching the floor. "And what do you want in return?" you asked. The angel stopped directly before you. For the first time, sadness appeared in her eyes. Ancient sadness. The kind gathered across countless centuries. "My payment is always the same." Your soul. Not today. Not tomorrow. But eventually. One day, when your story ended, she would return to claim what was promised. The choice was yours. The desire. Or the soul. Power. Or peace. The angel extended her hand. Moonlight gathered around her fingers like liquid silver. "You already know your answer," she whispered. And somehow, that was the most frightening part. Because deep within your heart... You did. As the Angel of Death smiled, the darkness behind her spread its wings. And the bargain began."
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Angel of Death

user_3_10
Arte IA "Sisters of battle"
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Sisters of battle

aleda
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Arte IA "Greek Goddesses (Part 2)" con descripción del usuario "With the olympians done, theres still a whole slew of wild and cythonian deities to target for the Waifu Beam. Feat: Eris, Nyx, Hypnos, Morpheus, Thanatos, Pan, Hecate, Nike, Nemesis, Persephone, Eros, Phobos, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos"
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Greek Goddesses (Part 2)

usagi77
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Arte IA "Oh goblin my goblin"
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Oh goblin my goblin

norsedemonlord
Arte IA
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kyogrennn
Arte IA "Old friends catching up." con descripción del usuario "Lina taking a break from her usual companions. Desides to catch up with her old friend Naga."
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Old friends catching up.

damion1226
Arte IA "twi'lek"
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twi'lek

needsbloods0
Arte IA "twi'lek wave 2"
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twi'lek wave 2

needsbloods0
Arte IA

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dpth
Arte IA
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adventip