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Ass Focus 1

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AI art 'Rosalina Casting' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone. Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion." Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless." "It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic." Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?" "I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant." Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence. "The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat." Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise." Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out." "And?" Frieren asked softly. "I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured." Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection. "You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme." Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren." "If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy." "Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'
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Rosalina Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Rosalina Captured"
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Rosalina Captured

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AI art "[Story] Ice Cold Goth Melts"
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[Story] Ice Cold Goth Melts

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AI art "Bowsette > Peach"
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Bowsette > Peach

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AI art 'Bowser’s Wet Dream'
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Bowser’s Wet Dream

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AI art "Carmen, the beginning of an idea"
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Carmen, the beginning of an idea

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AI art "Goth Girl Undresses and Does Foreplay"
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Goth Girl Undresses and Does Foreplay

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Rouge vs Wednesday BBC ...To be Continued"
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Rouge vs Wednesday BBC ...To be Continued

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AI art 'BDSM Bowsette'
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BDSM Bowsette

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AI art "Bowser ❤️ Peach"
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Bowser ❤️ Peach

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AI art "Mitsuri vs P Devil"
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Mitsuri vs P Devil

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AI art "Punk Blonde Compilation"
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Punk Blonde Compilation

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AI art
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Sin título

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AI art "Bowsette"

Bowsette

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AI art "Bowsers haul"
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Bowsers haul

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Ariel (Disney) in Miniskirt'
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Ariel (Disney) in Miniskirt

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AI art "Bowser killing time waiting for the Mario brothers."
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Bowser killing time waiting for the Mario brothers.

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AI art "Marin Cosplay pt2"
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Marin Cosplay pt2

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AI art "Casca vs B Devil"
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Casca vs B Devil

gigglestick23
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