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AI art "Mariana's spred ass for Warmice 2K"
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Mariana's spred ass for Warmice 2K

parda
AI art "Pool Goddess Pose MegaComp"
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Pool Goddess Pose MegaComp

onlyyouprod
AI art 'Posing on Beach' with user description 'Bigboi69 asked for a nagatoro solo on a beach.'
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Posing on Beach

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Chika Dark Fantasy"
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Marin ❤️'
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Marin ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'C-18'
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C-18

murcie
AI art 'Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'Dalia left Rivermoor by horseback, looking for the Areolan Temple, known to house the power of the Breast Vicar. She rode until the sea disappeared behind her and the land turned to dunes of sand. “This must be the Deserts of Anima,” she thought. “Perhaps I’ve gone too far.” She rode until she came upon a desert city, full of rowdy barbarians and traders. She dismounted and moved through the caravan with trepidation. “I would very much not like to end up as I did on that ship,” she thought. As she walked to the center of the tent city, she stopped as a mighty red-haired woman was on an altar, pleasuring barbarian after barbarian with her enormous tits. Dalia stared with awe as the powerful woman subdued the rowdy men with her hands and breasts. The sight made her wet with lust. Her pleasure powers warmed inside her. After wiping herself off and adjusting her clothes, the beastly woman noticed the Casi and pointed. “Who the hell are you?” She barked. “Some fancy royal come to the desert?” “I’m Princess Dalia, the Pleasure Vicar, and I’ve been sent by the king to gather the other Vicars. Who are you?” She replied. “I’m Athena, and I run this place. Welcome to the traveling city of Elvania. Vicars huh? Never heard of them.” Dalia smiled. “I’m looking for the Areolan Temple. Have you heard of that?” Athena walked up to the Princess until her massive jugs eclipsed Dalia’s perky bosom. “Maybe, but first I want to see what a Pleasurs whatever can do. I challenge you to paizuri combat.” Dalia looks curious. A titfuck contest was so primative, but Athena’s tits were massive. How could she possibly win? Still, she desperately needed the information. “If I win, you become my vassal and will pleasure the men here,” Athena said, whipping out her monster mounds. “Deal. If I win, you take me to the temple,” Dalia said, exposing her perfect, but visibly inferior breasts. They went inside the tent of one of Athena’s finest breeding bulls and began the contest. “It’s simple: Whoever makes him cum the most wins,” Athena said. She got to work, her tits enveloping his massive cock. Within a few minutes, he was blowing his load on her tits and face. “Your turn, your highness.” Athena challenged. Dalia placed the cock between her tits. She rubbed with enthusiasm. Then, her powers activated. The pleasure the man felt was immediate - it was as if his cock were deep inside the tightest cunt in the world. “FUCK!” He yelled as he exploded his nut everywhere. Dalia was covered. Athena looked shocked before laughing cheerfully. “THAT WAS AMAZING!” She squealed. “No one has ever beat me at that. Is this the power of a Vicar? I want in!” That night, Athena treated the Princess to a wild night of feasts, fellowship, and fucking. The barbarian men pleased the Queen of the Desert and the Pleasure Vicar until they went to sleep. After a nice oasis bath, the two women headed to the temple, where the power of the Vicar awaits. (@gildenstein, @bad77, @barry915, @terror2, @starima, @smut317 and @murcie got Athena the win with seven votes! Mikala and Rina tied with three votes and Madeline had zero. All will be featured and maybe some others?)'
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Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art '3girls fun' with user description 'The sun hung low over the horizon, painting the coastal waters of the Northern Lands in shades of bruised purple and shimmering gold. The rhythmic crashing of waves was the only sound for miles, save for the occasional cry of a distant gull. Frieren sat on a bleached piece of driftwood, her eyes fixed on the horizon with ageless, detached curiosity. Nearby, Fern was meticulously folding their travel cloaks, her expression a mask of stoic duty, though the humidity was clearly making her irritable. Ubel, however, was not resting. She stood at the edge of the tide, her green hair whipped about by the salt spray, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the shoreline. Suddenly, she stopped, a sharp, jagged grin cutting across her face. "Nyahaha... hey, look at that," Ubel called out, gesturing toward a solitary figure further down the beach. A man was walking along the water's edge, completely nude. Even from this distance, his silhouette was imposing, but as he drew closer, one specific detail became impossible to ignore. He possessed a member of truly staggering proportions—an **extremely big** organ that swayed with a heavy, rhythmic weight against his thighs as he walked. "He looks like he’s carrying a third leg," Ubel whispered, her voice thick with dark, predatory amusement. She turned back to the mages, her eyes glinting with chaotic energy. "Hey, Frieren. Fern. I just had a brilliant, messy idea for how we can spend our evening." Fern stood up, clutching a cloak to her chest. "Ubel, whatever you are thinking, the answer is no. We are here to rest, not to engage in your eccentricities." "Oh, come on, Fern! Don't be such a stiff," Ubel laughed, walking toward them with cat-like grace. "Look at him. A specimen like that doesn't just wander onto a beach every day. And look at us—three powerful mages, all bored. Wouldn't it be a waste to just watch the sunset?" Frieren tilted her head. "What are you proposing, Ubel?" "A performance," Ubel purred, leaning in close. "I want to do something visceral. I want the three of us to engage in something beautiful right here on the sand. A three-way lesbian encounter. I want to feel your skin against mine, Fern’s soft pouting lips against yours, Frieren. And I want that man to watch us. Better yet, I want him to photograph it. I want a record of the moment the stoic mages of the Hero’s party finally lost their composure." Fern’s face turned a violent shade of crimson. "That is... that is absolutely indecent! To have a stranger photograph such a thing? And with *each other*?" "It’s not just for him, Fern," Ubel countered, her voice dropping to a seductive, manipulative velvet. "It’s for the sensation. Think of the mana we could generate through that kind of raw, uninhibited release. And once he’s finished documenting us... once he’s sufficiently worked up by the sight of three beautiful women devouring each other... then we bring him in for the finale." Ubel glanced back at the man, who had stopped and was now watching them with awe. "I want to see if that **extremely big** gift of his is as functional as it is aesthetic. I want the three of us to give him a combined paizuri. Imagine it: our chests pressed together, the three of us surrounding that massive pillar of heat, working in unison. And then, the oral. I want to see you, Fern, forced to open that judgmental mouth wider than you ever thought possible just to accommodate him." Fern was shaking, her breath coming in short, ragged hitches. "I... I couldn't. It’s too much... too many people..." "Frieren?" Ubel asked, looking at the master. "You’ve lived for a thousand years. Haven't you ever wondered what it’s like to truly let go of the 'legend' and just be a creature of flesh? To be used and to use in return?" Frieren was silent for a long time, her gaze shifting from Ubel to the man, and finally to the trembling Fern. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched the elf's lips. "It would certainly be a new experience. And magic is, at its core, the pursuit of understanding the impossible. A specimen of that size... it is a biological curiosity." "Nyeh... Mistress?" Fern gasped, her eyes wide. "If Frieren is in, you have to be in, Fern," Ubel whispered, stepping behind the younger girl and wrapping her arms around her waist. "Don't you want to see what happens when the three of us stop being mages and start being... toys?" Fern looked at Frieren, seeing the quiet, curious acceptance in her eyes. The apprentice’s resistance began to crumble, replaced by a surging, forbidden heat. "I... I suppose..." Fern whispered, her head hanging low, though her heart was racing. "If Mistress Frieren says it is a necessary study... I will comply." "Good girls," Ubel cackled, waving the man over. "Hey, you! Bring your camera! We have a show for you, and if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you taste the stars!"'
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3girls fun

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Trench Coat"
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Trench Coat

zuzul
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 5"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 5

octavian
AI art 'RE: OC Pool Party!' with user description 'Naomi’s apartment was the polar opposite of the outside world’s chaos: immaculate, elegant, filled with the faint scent of expensive perfume and soft music playing in the background. But today, the usual serenity was completely disrupted by the whirlwind of energy from the girls getting ready for @octavian ’s Pool Party. ​—"Come on, Vesper, please... it’s a pool party, not a high-society funeral," Nana-cha insisted, trying to pin a neon floral accessory onto her best friend. "I know you’re the goth queen, but you’ve got to give me some color. Look at Naomi! She looks absolutely stunning." ​Vesper remained seated on the edge of the vanity, expressionless, serious, and quiet. She watched Nana-cha through the mirror without changing her expression, though deep down, she secretly enjoyed the attention from her best friend. ​—"Black absorbs the heat, Nana. It’s practical," Vesper replied in a flat, dry tone, though her eyes scanned the room with the subtle intensity of someone who is addicted to pleasure and knows exactly what she’s looking for at a party. "Besides, I don't need colors for people to notice I've arrived." ​—"She has a point, Nana," Naomi interjected, stepping out of her massive walk-in closet with a gentle, immaculate smile full of class. "Elegance doesn't scream, it insinuates. Though... I must admit the contrast between us is going to be delicious. @warmicestudios @parda @peterco and the rest are going to have a lot to process when we walk through that door together. Are the others ready yet?" Just then, Mika came rushing in from the hallway, still riding a massive adrenaline high with her hair beautifully messy, tossing the keys to her sports car onto Naomi’s glass table. ​Right behind her, lagging a bit behind and nervously adjusting the strap of her bag, appeared Cherry Bomb. Her classic biker jacket hung loosely over her arm, revealing the bikini she wore underneath. ​—"Are you guys really sure it’s okay for us to just show up without a formal invite in the post?" Cherry Bomb asked, biting her lip timidly, looking to Naomi for approval. "I mean... it sounds like so much fun, and I’d love to ride shotgun with Mika, but... what if it’s already too crowded with that new girl @terror2 mentioned, that Tara girl?" "Darling, look at yourself. You are gorgeous and bold. Octavian tagged half the world @barry915 @bad77 he knew perfectly well word would spread," Naomi whispered softly into her ear, making Cherry blush a little. "Besides, don't be nervous I have seen how look at @octavian, I know you wanna be there. Also you are a good friend with Cyndel, she'll let us in" ​Vesper stood up slowly, adjusting her dark swimwear with a fixed gaze that promised the best kind of trouble. ​—"Let’s move," Vesper said, sharp and concise, with the faintest, almost imperceptible curve on her lips. "Let Octavian think he has control over that pool for just a few more minutes."'
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RE: OC Pool Party!

cef_ultra
AI art 'Mariana ❤️ Donut' with user description 'Parda said i could take my take on Mariana... so i went and did it'
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Mariana ❤️ Donut

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Beach Sluts (part 2)"
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Beach Sluts (part 2)

jessienasher
AI art 'YOU WIN!!!' with user description '“Too long; didn’t read” (TL;DR) —> Huã, now Chun, continues to win and makes fame and fortune for herself. After being on top of the world with no one else left to beat, she embarks on a journey looking for a place to retire peacefully. In an unexpected turn of events she ends up in Waifu Bay. ✨🌟📚📕📗🔍📔📚📝🖇️🗒️📚🌟✨ And now for “THE READERS CLUB”!!! ✨🌟📚📕📗🔍📔📚📝🖇️🗒️📚🌟✨ Here are 3 chapters cramped into 1: 1. YOU WIN!!! - With Chun in her iconic ‘head bow - arms crossed’ wide stance 😍 (those thighs…..) 2. GOLDEN DAYS - Gold bikini and champagne party. I think she looks lovely in that black dress! 🤩 3. A NEW HOME - Grey bodysuit in a cold winters night. I wanted to recreate what I remember to be one of my favorite ‘YOU WIN’ celebrations in the game, the jumping throwing V sign celebration. The image I posted was the closest thing I could get —— Remember, I chose not to use ‘Reference Image’ in my creations. Nothing wrong with using it, I just love the thrill of ‘Prompt Bending’ —— Yes, that’s how I call it because I feel like Aang bending the prompts… 😋 You’ll find a few images of Chun fighting with a grey dress, dirty and scratched. Those images belong to the first draft I made before I decided to create the ‘Farmers’ Chun spends her time training with. Also for ‘A NEW HOME’ you’ll see Chun on a grey bodysuit on a ship and arriving to the docks of Waifu Bay. Those images where also created on the first draft where COLORS where not yet introduced as a timeline reference. In the new timeline arriving at the docks would have been ‘Black and gold bodysuit’ Black and gold meant she conquered the top. I believe those images looked cool so I wanted to share them with you. —————————————— - “I started to win bigger and better fights. One victory would led me to another, I traveled all over the world searching for the next opponent. Eventually I fought and conquered every street there was, one round at a time. Pretty soon I had made a name for myself on the streets. I even inspired other women to join the underground fighting scene.” - “I had made all the money I could EVER dream of…and probably even more. I had conquered the streets of the world. Fortune and fame smiled at me.” - “And then, after years of fuss and noise, all of a sudden - there was silence” - “Silence?” Asks Pearl. - “Yes, silence… silence INSIDE me. The urge for something had stopped. I didn’t crave attention nor recognition any more. And then it was clear… There was no more fighting to be done” - “So you could go back to Csaba…” Says Pearl. Madame Li goes silent for a while. - “Yes, that was the plan. (Pause) I DID go back and look for him, but…” —————————————— Dear reader, we won’t get to this now. I’ll save the Csaba full story for later. Thing is she did return to the Farmers but Csaba didn’t live there anymore. —————————————— - “I started looking for a quiet place to live. I traveled far and wide and what was at first a malfunction on a boat engine, turned out to be the detour that led me here, to Waifu Bay. The ship I was traveling on needed to make an emergency stop for engine repair so we docked here. That night I walked into THIS very bar only looking for a warm meal and a place to stay the night while they repaired the ship. Little did I know that the owner of the bar had been a fan of underground fighting so he recognized me the moment I walked in. He didn’t say anything at first, he just gave me a hot plate of food and we started talking” ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ @parda @gildenstein @bad77 @terror2 @onlyyouprod @dreamerofdreams @herlin @evoralan @barry915'
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YOU WIN!!!

warmicestudios
AI art 'Iori in debt' with user description 'I stood on the deserted beach, the scorching sand burning under my feet as the sun beat down mercilessly. A single reckless mistake had led me here. During a Prefect Team raid on underground rule-breakers, my overzealous shooting completely destroyed this photographer's valuable outdoor equipment. He captured clear footage of the incident. To shield the team's reputation from a formal complaint to the General Student Council, I agreed to one private favor: complete obedience during a single photo session. I never thought it would escalate like this. The micro bikini was utterly humiliating—tiny black strings that barely contained my full breasts and wide hips, the fabric digging into my skin. I crossed my arms tightly, cheeks burning with shyness and annoyance. "Hurry up and take the damn photos," I snapped, my voice sharp with tsundere fire. "This is degrading enough. One session as promised, then the debt is cleared. Don't push too far or I'll make you regret it, pervert." He adjusted his camera. "Hands on hips. Chest out. Arch your back. Obey every order completely." I gritted my teeth and did as told. The camera clicked rapidly. As I shifted, the tiny top slipped—one pink nipple popped out, then the other. My face flushed hotter. "Leave the nipple slips," he commanded. "Pull the fabric aside intentionally." "You disgusting bastard... fine," I muttered, tugging the strings to keep both nipples exposed. I turned, bent, and arched for the lens, each flash chipping away at my pride as a former disciplinary captain. My body felt far too vulnerable under the open sky. "Now the bottom. Pussy and anus slips. Spread everything." My hands shook with annoyance. "This crosses every line! I'm not some exhibitionist slut!" Yet the debt forced me to protect the team. I slid the bikini bottom aside, exposing my smooth shaved pussy lips completely. Then I turned, bent over, and spread my cheeks, revealing my tight pink anus to the camera and sea breeze. Click after click. Tears of frustration welled up. I couldn't contain it—my hands flew to cover my face, hiding the hot tears streaking down. "Stop... Don't look at me like this. I hate feeling so weak and exposed, you idiot!" "Take your hands off your face. Now," he ordered firmly. Sniffling, I lowered them reluctantly, glaring with teary red eyes. He unzipped and pressed his thick heavy cock against my face. It covered me entirely from chin to forehead, the musky scent overwhelming. "Th-this ridiculous thing..." I mumbled, voice muffled, body shivering. "Lay down on your back," he said. "Legs up high and spread wide. I'm fucking your asshole." "My ass?! On the sand like some animal?" I protested sharply but obeyed, lying back and lifting my legs until knees nearly touched my chest. The bikini was fully aside. He thrust the thick head into my tight rear. "Ahh! Too big, you bastard... Slow down!" He pounded deeper with powerful strokes. The stretch burned intensely at first, then became a heavy full sensation rocking my body. Breasts bounced free. "Keep hands away from your face," he growled. "I want your full expression while I destroy this hole." I dropped my arms, camera capturing my flushed tear-streaked annoyed face and reluctant moans. "D-don't photograph me like this... I'm the one who punishes perverts, not... ahhn... getting my ass wrecked!" He buried deep and came hard, flooding my insides with thick hot cum. Pulling out, his cock was filthy with semen mixed with streaks of my shit. The foul smell hit me. "Lick it clean," he ordered. I stared in disgust, fresh tears forming. "Lick that?! Covered in my own shit and cum... revolting!" But I leaned forward. The taste was horrible—bitter salty cum blending with earthy foul bitterness of my waste. It coated my tongue thickly, gritty slimy warm sticky layer that made me gag hard. The shit left a nasty lingering film while cum added heavy musky sweetness, nauseating me completely. Every lick reminded me of my degradation, the strict enforcer cleaning filth from the cock that violated my ass. He grabbed my head. "Open wide." Forced his thick cock down my throat, bulging my neck almost to my stomach. He thrust roughly as I choked, tears streaming, drool spilling. I obeyed despite panic. With a groan he came again, pumping ropes into my stomach. Cum overflowed violently from my nose in messy streams, dripping down my chin and breasts. I convulsed. He pulled out, leaving me coughing on the sand, ruined. "H-happy now, sick photographer?" I rasped, voice hoarse with tsundere edge. "Licking my shit mixed with cum was the most disgusting thing—filthy, bitter, slimy. Debt paid. Next time I'll enforce the rules on you." My strict self felt shattered—shy, annoyed, crying quietly in total submission, i am crying on this empty beach and the camera captured it all'
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Iori in debt

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Marin is Hot'
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Marin is Hot

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Yoruichi ❤️'
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Yoruichi ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Mitsuri Kanroji'
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Mitsuri Kanroji

murcie
AI art 'Lili Tekken | Murcie 1k ❤️' with user description 'Today our boobs king reached 1k followers... and to celebrate i am doing a set with a girl he asked me a set for.. but I did my thing and he did not enjoyed the post as much as I would like... Now to reddem myself i'm doing one I know he will love (i hope) Congrats man and keep going.. the road for 2k is fun'
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Lili Tekken | Murcie 1k ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Doll House' with user description 'Saw a post by @kevinmight with some girl dolls and found it FUCKING amazing... so i decided to do one too'
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Doll House

blackhairedstudent
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