bare tree

AI art "Elise's Big Day"
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Elise's Big Day

dreamerofdreams
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 'Zero Two'

Zero Two

frexy0x
AI art "Winter is ending, see you next year !"
6

Winter is ending, see you next year !

zuzul
AI art '🗓️ Calendar Girl "March"' with user description 'It's time to turn the page on the calendar again 😏 Hello March! 🌼'
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🗓️ Calendar Girl "March"

peterco
AI art "Haunted House"
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Haunted House

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Chapter #03 THE MANSION OF FETISHES. Part 1.' with user description 'A distant relative of Mireya entrusted her to go to the old abandoned family mansion, because her grandfather had hidden the family relic in the mansion, but they did not expect what they would find. The girls arrived at the mansion and split up to search. Alison went to the rooms upstairs, when suddenly she was attacked by fetishist ghost neighborhoods. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it.'
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Chapter #03 THE MANSION OF FETISHES. Part 1.

crow-7w7
AI art 'Be Careful Out There (Yandere Warning)' with user description 'I hear there’s a maniac around at night. … (It’s me, I’m the maniac)'
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Be Careful Out There (Yandere Warning)

usagi77
AI art "Pokemon Easter Eggs"
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Pokemon Easter Eggs

terror2
🎬Video test no. 3
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🎬Video test no. 3

peterco
AI art "Snow fox 🦊"
3

Snow fox 🦊

zuzul
AI art "Etna 1"
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Etna 1

gealdaydreamer
AI art "Ruby and Weiss lost in the woods"
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Ruby and Weiss lost in the woods

ankokuchan
AI art
19

Sans titre

iiyama6122
AI art 'Monster Girl Mating' with user description '💕'
30

Monster Girl Mating

usagi77
AI art 'capitulo #02 EL CEMENTERIO DE LOS VIVOS. parte2.' with user description 'As they ran from the zombies, Samt tripped because a zombie grabbed her foot. Neli tried to help, but she was captured, and they took her away... What happened to Mireya and Alison? Thank you so much for reading. I hope you like it. I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE. I didn’t get Samt’s skin tone right—I’ve had a lot of trouble with this, but I’ll fix it soon.'
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capitulo #02 EL CEMENTERIO DE LOS VIVOS. parte2.

crow-7w7
AI art
5

Sans titre

wesley33
AI art "Street teasing"
3

Street teasing

zuzul
AI art 'Elsa stands against Ariel' with user description 'The private bathing chamber deep within the frozen spires of Arendelle Castle as Elsa bathed. "This is nice and peaceful," she whispered to herself. She stepped out of the pool without bothering with a towel. The cold never bothered her anyway. A single gesture and shimmering ice crystals formed around her body, swirling like affectionate hands. They wove themselves into the fabric of her battle-ready dress: a sleek, high-slit gown of deepest midnight blue and crystalline white. The bodice was tight, almost corset-like, pushing her breasts upward into a breathtaking, icy display while leaving her shoulders and a daring expanse of cleavage bare. Then the lightning flashed. Through the tall arched windows of ice, the horizon lit up in violent electric blue. A massive storm was rolling in from the sea—unnaturally fast, unnaturally furious. Thunder rolled like distant war drums. Rain began to hammer against the frozen walls. Ariel. Elsa’s ice-blue eyes narrowed, a slow, dangerous smile curving her lips. The little mermaid had finally made her move. The signal was unmistakable: the war had begun. She turned away from the window and extended her hand. From the frost-covered pedestal rose her magic ice staff—taller than she was, crowned with a cruel, multifaceted spire of diamond-hard ice that pulsed with contained power. “Rapunzel,” she whispered into the cold air. “Moana. Merida. Tiana. Belle.” Names of the newer spirits, the wild ones, the ones who chafed under the old order of the “classic” princesses. “It’s time.” She planted the ice staff into the ground. A ring of jagged ice spikes erupted outward, claiming the courtyard as her first territory. “If it’s war you want, Ariel,” she called out into the howling wind, her voice carrying across the fjord with crystalline clarity, “then I will let it all go.”'
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Elsa stands against Ariel

octavian
AI art "Snowing"
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Snowing

zuzul
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