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AI art "The Hunger: Walpurgis Night"

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The Hunger: Walpurgis Night

dreamerofdreams

AI art "Battle Angel : White"

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Battle Angel : White

AI art "Trixxie 1/2"

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Trixxie 1/2

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

AI art "The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar"

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The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar

AI art "Hedda, the tracker"

Hedda, the tracker

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

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Alice in Waifuland

AI art "Fucking Final Fantasy"

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Fucking Final Fantasy

AI art "Icy Dragon"

Icy Dragon

AI art "Katana Practice"

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Katana Practice

AI art 'Techwear girl: part 3' with user description 'Nyx was never meant to be seen. In a city of ten million souls and twice as many cameras. She has spent her life hiding behind straps, buckles, and waterproof fabric, a quiet girl consumed by the roar of a technological wasteland. But silence can become a cage, and lately, the only way she can feel her own heart beat is by breaking the rules.

Tonight, she’s chasing a different kind of signal. She’s stepping out of her armor, letting the humid city heat touch her skin in places it never should. it’s about the raw, trembling adrenaline of the forbidden. Watch as she exposes herself to the cold city air, her body reacting to the fear of being watched. She seeks the thrill of the gaze, yet her eyes are filled with a haunting shyness—a regret that tastes like static.

She’s terrified of the strangers in the shadows, but there’s a deeper fear: the feeling that the city itself is watching. Not just people, but something else. Something cold, calculating, and always connected. Is she truly alone on this rooftop, or is she just a bug in a much larger system?"'

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Techwear girl: part 3

AI art "Update on her living situation"

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Update on her living situation

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Sans titre

AI art 'Hiro, things just don't go as planned, do they?' with user description 'ままならないね。

Ich habe sie doch zu dick gezeichnet.'

Hiro, things just don't go as planned, do they?

AI art '2k followers - Unreleased images' with user description 'Thank you all for hitting 2,000 followers! in celebration, i'm releasing some of my shots since i started.

#1 is the first prompt I ever did.
#2 is the first render of the Vale Sisters
#3 - #9 are unreleased original characters
#10 - #19 are character prompts unused
#20 - #26 Unreleased sex poses
#29 most recent prompt'

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2k followers - Unreleased images

AI art 'Overwatch'

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Overwatch

AI art "Starfire"

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Starfire

AI art 'Nintengirls' with user description 'Nsfw this time. Please don't send your lawyers.'

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Nintengirls

AI art "Aether giving all the Genshin girls a ride"

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Aether giving all the Genshin girls a ride

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