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AI art 'Frieren Cold Winter' with user description 'The snowstorm trapped me in their remote hut long before the hero's call ever reached me. I, Frieren, an elven mage wandering the northern lands, had sought only shelter from the blizzard. Two human brothers lived there—Garr and Lorn. Kind and respectful, they offered me warm broth without lingering glances. Shirtless always, their bodies sculpted by labor, they claimed their skin had adapted to the cold over years. "We don't feel it anymore," Garr said calmly. I found it curious but irrelevant. Days passed in white isolation. Boredom crept in for them. "Lady Frieren, any fun magic to pass the time?" Lorn asked politely one evening. I recalled Serie's garden that day—her naked form covered in cum, holes gaped by six men. She had told me, "When boredom strikes, I use this spell on myself. It makes everything vivid." She warned never to cast it on men. The reason slipped my ancient memory. I cast it on myself, then them. Pink light bloomed. Their cocks swelled instantly, doubling in thickness and length, monstrous and veined. Heat consumed me. Rational thought vanished. "I need those fat, huge cocks inside me right now," I said in my usual flat tone, cheeks flushed. "Don't make this elf beg." The magic overpowered their respect. Garr pinned me to the table, thrusting his enlarged dick deep into my tight pussy. I gasped softly. "Yes... stretch this ancient elf cunt with your massive human cock." Lorn pushed into my mouth, bulging my throat. I sucked hungrily, eyes calm yet glazed with need. What followed was relentless. They fucked me for hours in every way. Double vaginal, both gigantic shafts forcing my walls apart until I felt deliciously ruined. "Deeper, you big-dicked fools. Pound this slutty elf hole." Double anal came next, my ass stretched wide as they alternated and then filled me together. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, suspended between their strong bodies. Positions blurred—riding reverse, bent over the hearth, legs over shoulders. Cum flooded me endlessly, dripping from every gaped opening, yet their erections never softened. Five full days. The spell's curse showed: on men, it lasted without mercy. I meditated seven hours daily to recover mana, but they continued thrusting into my sleeping body, using my unconscious holes. In dreams, I still felt them. As the effect faded, pain bloomed—my uterus battered, pussy and ass utterly destroyed by their gigantic penises. I recast the spell on myself to chase more pleasure. "Keep fucking me... don't stop ruining your immortal whore." When the snow finally ceased, I limped away, body sore yet satisfied. That winter began a tradition. Every year I returned to their hut before my greater journey. They aged gradually, still vigorous enough to double-penetrate me senseless for days, my flat voice moaning slutty demands: "Fill this elf womb again with your huge cocks." I was careful with the spell after that first mistake. Time flowed. Humans withered faster than elves. One winter I found them frailer. Soon after, the hero party recruited me for the Demon King quest. I left the north, adventures consuming centuries in my long life. Decades later, after victory and farewells, I retraced my steps to that hut. It was destroyed—roof caved in by age and storms, walls crumbled. A single weathered tombstone read "Garr and Lorn – Kind Brothers." Beside it lay a skeleton, my old traveling blanket draped over its bones, as if one had waited until the end for the elf who visited each winter. I sat in the quiet snow, memories of those five-day blizzards washing over me—endless double anal, double vaginal, being gaped and filled while snow howled. "You big-cocked fools" I whispered flatly. A tear froze on my cheek. Elves endure. Humans do not. I placed a small flower on the grave and continued onward, the wind whispering faint echoes of pleasure and loss.'
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Frieren Cold Winter

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Alice in Waifuland' with user description 'I might be going mad, lmao'
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Alice in Waifuland

usagi77
AI art "More noble girl corruption"
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More noble girl corruption

zesoul
AI art '🐼 Greetings from China'
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🐼 Greetings from China

peterco
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Cogita's Gift - Post Game Adventures in Hisui

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Tea Time

thoughtzi
AI art "akumu? (Honoka)"
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akumu? (Honoka)

tacks0540
AI art 'Eeveelution Girls' with user description 'Anyone else remember gijinkas?'
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Eeveelution Girls

usagi77
AI art 'Chapter 8: “Nurse Josephine”' with user description 'Suggested soundtrack for this chapter —> https://youtu.be/OqiHVct5MYE?si=DcvWvPYsNLjiAXzw ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ - “Well, I've… been a nurse for 6 years. Graduated from nursing school at Waifu University and started working ever since. My husband was a doctor here too, so I was used to spending most of my days here any way. After my husband died I would go home after work to an empty house, so I started taking extra shifts just to keep myself busy. Working kept my mind occupied and helping others gave me a purpose to get out of bed. Then something interesting happened… I realized how much faster patients healed when someone paid close attention to them. You see, sometimes people just need to know there is someone that cares for them. Sometimes they need to express love rather than receive it. Sometimes all they need is to talk, nothing more so I’m here for them. The wounds of the body usually start in the heart. There is no reason for me to be home any more, so I’m here all the time” - “If you don’t mind my asking… What happened to your husband? How… ?” - “He died during ‘The night of the 8’ He was on duty that night.” Detective Pearl was not expecting that answer. - “Oh! The Night of The Eight…” - "It was my day off but I got an emergency call from my husband. He didn’t have time to explain he just said: Hurry, we need extra hands! By the time I got here it was too late, the break-in had already happened” - ⁠”Yes, August 8th. We lost a lot of people that night…” Pearl answers. “I was on duty that night too. You see...I was the one who caught their leader" - ⁠”It was you?? You are the one who caught Octavian?!" FLASHBACK: A much younger officer Pearl holds up her gun against the enemy. - “Octavian, don’t make me do it!! Please, stop!” PRESENT TIME: - "Yes. I... caught… Octavian. That's how I got promoted to Detective 1st class" Pearl gets sidetracked by the memories, but immediately catches herself up and pulls herself back on track. - “Yes, I got that bastard. But I’m not here to talk about old ghosts. I’m here to talk about the patient you received last night” Her attitude and voice stiffs up. Almost as if forcing herself up to be serious and rude. - “Oh, yes, right… uhh, well, about 11:30 last night an ambulance brought in the subject. He was completely naked. No id, no wallet or anything to identify him but his long black hair and his tattoos.” - “Tattoos?” - “He had red flowers tattooed from his lower back all the way up his left shoulder and chest. Most of his body was scratched” - “Probably a large feline, said the report” - “At first we thought that , the size and depth of the marks could match that description but not the patterns. Large felines attack face and neck. It was his body that was injured, not the face and the scratches were in a random pattern. I think he was trying to get away and was running while being attacked. He was delusional and talking in his sleep. He mumbled things like: The lady from First Post, watch out - Lady from First Post - dangerous” - “Lady from first post?” Repeats Pearl. - “At least that’s what I understood. I could have heard wrong. Does it mean anything to you? Do you know what he’s talking about?” - “Lady from ‘FIRST POST’ dangerous… yes, I have an idea. Red Flower tattoos, long black hair. That would be Johnny Astor, he’s the kind of guy who likes to be in the wrong place at the wrong time” - “That’s all I could say, really. Because I was attending his wounds when he got up frantically and just ran away. He seemed really scared” Detective Pearl has all she needs. - “You have been really helpful Nurse Finnegan, thank you for your time” - “Please, call me Josephine” She smiles at Pearl. - “Josephine, thank you for your time” Pearl smiles back. Detective Pearl leaves the hospital. As she melts back into the city crowd the ghosts of the past creep back in. Images of ‘THAT’ night come back to her. FLASHBACKS: * “Octavian, don’t make me do it!! Please, stop!” She begs. “GET DOWN HERE, PLEASE!!” Tears roll down her face. * “Octavian, my love, if ANYTHING of what we had was real, I beg you to stop…” * “I’m sorry Pearly-boo” He says. * “Don’t … please …. Don’t make me do this…“ Raises the gun at him. “Turn yourself in, please!!! We can work something out TOGETHER! PLEASE!!!” She begs with all her heart. - “I’m sorry baby… it was never supposed to end this way…” - “NO OCTAVIAN!! NOOOOO!!!“ BANG!!!! The sound of ’THAT’ gun shot resonates inside Pearl still to this day. ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️'
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Chapter 8: “Nurse Josephine”

warmicestudios
AI art "Finding a job"
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Finding a job

zesoul
AI art 'shenhe' with user description 'oncen style'
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shenhe

ahj_hentai
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Favorite Girls from Honkai: Star Rail

ankokuchan
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Espeon

tokenoverlord
AI art 'time for some tea'
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time for some tea

thegoofygooberguy
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Happy International Women's Day!

thoughtzi
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Shiki Ryougi x Cyberpunk

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sweetcake027
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Princess's Secret Wish

usagi77
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Beach Lili

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