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Studying With Iommi: Anal Beauty

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AI art 'The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤' with user description 'The final bell rang hours ago. The hallways are ghosts, the janitor’s keys are jingling three floors down, and the smell of floor wax and old books is the only thing left in the air. Or so the school thinks.
Nana-cha was never one for following the syllabus, and tonight, she’s teaching a very different kind of subject. Locked in the back of the lecture hall, the distance between 'classmates' and 'something more' has completely evaporated.

They’ve sat two seats apart all semester, exchanging nothing but notes and the occasional lingering glance during the afternoon slump. But now, the pretense is gone.

Every muffled breath is a gamble against the silence; every creak of a desk feels like a siren. She’s turned the most boring room in the building into a high-voltage sanctuary.

Nana-cha: (Whispering close to his ear) "Listen... do you hear that? The janitor’s keys, at the far end of the hall."
Classmate: "We should go, Nana. If we get caught here..."
Nana-cha: (With a playful, defiant smirk) "That’s exactly what makes it fun, isn't it? Just stay still. If you keep quiet, I promise this will be the most important lesson you learn all semester... And trust me... it’s not on the exam.""'

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AI art 'House of the fallen - chapter 1' with user description 'Sister Selina sat at the chapel praying when the skies turned red and she heard a demonic voice.

"YOU PRAY TO NO ONE. IN THIS HOUSE, YOU PRAY TO ME."

Her mind was invaded she fought as best she could. "What are you?"

"I AM LUST AND I WILL SHOW YOU."

The demon took over her mind and body. She could do nothing but give in. And give in she did as it took her body. When he was finished she stopped it.

"More....I need more." Selena said.

"One down...now on to the other sisters."'

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House of the fallen - chapter 1

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AI art 'Magic Potions (Chapter 4)' with user description 'Hi everyone! Here's chapter 4 in Ankha & Tara's story!

— Story time —

Tara finally got hold of her old friend, who might be able to help with Ankha’s nightmares. She lives far away, but she offered them to stay at her dorm room for the weekend once exams were finished.

“Hey, Ankha—wake up. We’re almost there.”

Ankha stirred in the passenger seat and blinked at the coastal city spreading across the horizon.

“Whoa. She lives THERE? Why have we never visited?”

“Because it took ten hours,” Tara said, voice teasing. “Not that you noticed. You were dead to the world the whole way.”

“Sorry. First decent sleep I’ve had in weeks. Credit to your driving, I guess.”

Just before they reached the city limits the car's navigation started acting up.

“Connection lost? Great. Please help me look, Ankha. She said the academy has a huge clock tower.”

After more than an hour of circling, they finally spotted it. They parked and walked toward the imposing building, stopping under the carved sign.

“College of the Magical Arts,” Ankha read. “That explains why you never told me what she studies. You sure this is a good idea?”

“No turning back now.”

Inside they found a vast library hall. Ankha looked around, disappointed.

“I expected something more… magical? This just looks like a regular library.”

Tara ignored the comment and asked for directions to the dorms. Soon they stood in front of a red door marked 'R. Caldwell'.

Tara knocked. The door drifted open. “Runie? We’re here!”

No answer. They stepped inside. Shelves full of glass bottles with brightly colored liquids lined the walls.

“Are all of these magic potions?” Ankha whispered.

“Don’t touch anything. We have no idea what they do.”

Ankha wandered anyway—until a small green slime bounced into view on a desk.

“Tara, look! He’s adorable!” She poked it gently. The slime jiggled happily.

“I JUST said don’t touch anything! It could be dangerous!”

“Dangerous? This cutey?” Ankha kept poking.

“Maybe we should leave a note and come back later.”

As Tara reached for a pen, the door creaked again. A girl in a purple witch outfit stood in the doorway.

“RUNIE!”

“TARA!”

They collided in a tight hug.

“How were exams?”

“Mostly fine—I’ll explain later. You’re over an hour late. I thought you’d gotten lost inside the acadamy, so I went looking.”

“My navigation died the second we hit the city. We had to find this place the hard way.”

“That tracks. Tech’s been acting weird lately. Something in the air, maybe.” Runie turned to Ankha with a bright smile. “And you must be Ankha. Nice to meet you! I see you’ve already made friends with Gooey. He’s usually shy around strangers.”

“Hi, Runie. Thanks for having us. So the little guy's name is Gooey, huh?”

At the sound of his name the slime launched itself off the desk. Ankha yelped, stumbled backward, and crashed into a shelf. A purple bottle tipped and poured its contents over her.

Purple smoke exploded outward. When it cleared, Ankha’s ears and tail were gone. Her fur had vanished. She stared at her suddenly smooth, human hands in horror.

“What—where are my ears? My tail? My FUR?”

Runie clapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t panic! I have a reverse potion somewhere—Oh, why don’t I ever label these?” She scrambled through bottles. “Orange? No, that's for underwater breathing… Maybe this white one?" She snifs at the bottle and her face quickly sours. "Nope! That's the milk I forgot to finish last week—ugh—aha!” She grabbed a round yellow flask and spun around.

As she started to walk over to Ankha, her foot caught the carpet and she pitched forward. The bottle flew from her hand and smashed square in Tara’s face.

Yellow smoke bloomed. When it faded, Tara stood transformed into a full lioness-girl—mane, tail, claws, and all.

Ankha took one look and burst into helpless laughter, tears streaming down her face. “It even took your clothes! That expression when the bottle hit your face was priceless!”

Tara’s ears flattened. She turned to Runie, who was still searching the floor for her glasses.

“Runie, are any of these potions dangerous?”

“N-no! We’re not allowed to keep harmful ones in the dorms, but—”

“That's all I needed to know.”

Tara seized an open red potion and flung it at Ankha. Red smoke erupted. Ankha emerged as a scarlet demongirl. And now her clothes were gone too.

“Hey! That was on purpose!”

“You think? Not so funny now, is it?” Tara grabbed another bottle and dumped it over herself. Blue smoke swirled; she became a sleek water sprite.

The two of them stalked toward each other, already arguing about whose fault the whole mess was. Runie finally found her glasses, stood up, and surveyed the chaos of the spilled potions, and the two furious, transformed girls in the middle of her dorm room.

She let out a long, weary sigh. This wasn't how she'd envisioned reuniting with her dear friend after such a long time...

— To be continued —

A big thank you to @usagi77 for allowing me to work with his OC Runie! ❤️'

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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.6: The Chang Case Part 7' with user description 'Case File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 7
Classified: For Official Use Only

A notification appears on the holographic interface, bathing the dark room in a red glow.
???: Sir, Amber has been destroyed.
Brian: Really? What a waste; I’m going to miss her perfect little asshole.
???: One of the Knight Sabers and the detective with the cybernetic arms defeated her.
Brian: How is that possible? Even if Amber wasn't the latest model, she should have had the upper hand.
???: She did, but the detective doesn't have ordinary cybernetic arms; she possesses an EMP that doesn't affect her own limbs.
Brian: They exploited her weakness. Clever—but how did they know?
???: She was contacted just before they used the EMP; I can't trace it. It’s an intelligence-grade encryption.
Brian: The old man won't like this. Ruby, compile a database and then come here.
Ruby: Done.

A slender young woman with an expressionless face looks up from the interface. She stands and slips off her black dress; she looks exactly like Amber, except for her red eyes and hair, and she shares the same diabolical laugh. Ruby moves toward Brian.

Brian: Ruby, you and Sapphire will take care of the Knight Sabers. Understood?
Ruby: Yes, Sir!

Brian looks down into two sapphire-green eyes while his cock is buried deep in her throat. She is bound with red ropes—not to restrain her, but simply as part of the act—as she lets Brian fuck her throat. Her gaze mirrors Ruby's. Brian slowly withdraws his cock from her throat and rubs it across her face. That same diabolical smile now plays across her features as well.

Sapphire: Yes, Sir! And the detective?
Brian: Ruby, contact the space station.
Ruby: Establishing the connection.
Brian: Crystal! I have a mission for you! Come back to Earth!
Ruby: Crystal is coming back to us?

A woman appears on the interface who looks exactly like the other two, yet she has silver hair and eyes that look even more dangerous. The grin on her face makes one's blood run cold.

Crystal: As you wish, sir!

That was close—too close. I rise from my crouch and stare at Amber’s burning remains. The pilot of the power suit does the same. I can hear the sirens of the reinforcements approaching and look in the direction they are coming from. When I turn back to the power suit, I realize it has vanished. Then it occurs to me that Linna must be here, too.

Hana: Linna, where are you?

She steps out from behind a dumpster.

Hana: Linna, are you hur...

I don't get any further; she rushes toward Irene. I grab her arm and hold her back, gently but firmly.

Hana: Linna, please don't—this is a crime scene now.
Linna: I have to help Irene...
Hana: I'm so sorry... There's nothing more that can be done for Irene...
Linna: No... She's... ali...ve...

I pull Linna into an embrace as the undeniable truth crashes down on her and she begins to weep uncontrollably. I only vaguely register the arrival of the reinforcements—the concerned faces of Leon, Delay, and even Captain Tanaka. After a friend named Sylia picks Linna up and assures me she’ll look after her, we begin securing the evidence. A few hours later, Captain Tanaka sends me home. I can't deny that the night's events have taken a heavy toll on me. On the way home, I try to reach Akiko; I need someone to talk to. But she’s working tonight... Dejected, I open my apartment door, wanting nothing more than to go to bed. The tension of the evening drains away, and I begin to cry. We who survived—we who tried everything to save Irene’s life—must now accept, with heavy hearts, that she is no longer among us. Some suffer because there was nothing they could do; others, because they weren't strong or fast enough. Genom will pay for this; those who do not value a human life will feel the full force of the law—even if it is the last thing I ever do. I feel so alone... Ryu... where... are you? I need you... so... much...

You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'

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AI art 'Ankha & Tara as inspired by YOU TOO!' with user description 'About 3 weeks ago, Octavian made a post honoring 10 of the most creative minds on BetterWaifu.
I was very honored to be included in that list and after I made a post to honor them back, I decided to share the love even further and feature 10* more creators who inspire me on BetterWaifu.

I went through everybody's accounts and picked out my personal favorites to pay tribute to.
I adhered to the 3 golden rules originally set by Octavian:

1) If there was a remix, I remixed it.
2) If there was no prompt, I made my own interpretation.
3) NO REFERENCE SHOT.

Last time I only picked out 1 image per creator. This time I wanted to include as much material as possible, so now it's 3 different posts per person! 🤯
I randomized the order, so it's not from best to worst or anything like that.

If you see anything you like, please check out the original creator's account and give them a follow!

#1 - 3: @thoughtzi
- A Small Show of Gratitude
- Eye Candy
- A Wild Waifusaurus

I really enjoy your posts about the internationally celebrated days of [insert thing to celebrate]. I love how random they can get! International Tiara Day? World Thick Shake Day!? Who even decides these things!? 😂

#4 - 6: @shoon1234
- outdoor showering (shower show)
- naked library
- no locker room

The world you create inside your posts always makes me laugh! It's very funny to think about how these 'What if...?' scenarios would turn out in the real world!

#7 - 9: @smut317
- Warmicestudios Congrats on Getting 2K Followers
- Introducing Annie
- 100 Followers

Anything involving your OC Ouka always gets my complete attention! She gives off such a nice and sweet vibe, but she also isn't afraid of using her body to get what she wants! 😍

#10 - 12: @usagi77
- When the love potion works a little too well…
- Level Grinding
- Fruit Girls

Your recent series in which we got to date all your OC's was phenomenal and criminally underviewed! Of course I also enjoyed your previous posts but I think these dates were all pulled off tremendously! ❤️❤️❤️

#13 - 15: @gildenstein
- Cyberpunk Hana Backstory Part 5
- Just calling a good friend
- Neon light Hana

You've allowed me the honor of working with some of your OC's before and I'm truly grateful to you! I'm generally not really a big fan of cyberpunk, but your 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD' series actually got me interested in a cyberpunk story for once. If that's not a sign of greatness, I don't know what is!

#16 - 18: @grumshanks_bigman
- Untitled
- Untitled
- Untitled

I think I'm allowed to call myself the No.1 Ankha appreciater on BetterWaifu, but you are definitely the biggest Shantae fan on this platform! You upload images of her almost daily and I think they are all very high quality! Recently you've started creating videos as well and I don't think there's a single bad one in there!
I do think it's unfortunate you don't name your posts though. Maybe you could name them like like: 'Shantae fellatio (1)' and 'Shantae & Rottytops tentacle fucked (4)'. They don't all have to be original names. Just a way for viewers (like me) to tell them apart. 😉

#19 - 21: @deathmask123
- Furries
- Love is War- War over
- Drowzee Hunting- *series in general*

For the longest time I had been trying to recreate the style in your posts without any luck. I was so jealous of how your 'dark rooms' looked like, well... actually dark rooms! 😂 That is, until I finally found the secret sauce when putting this post together! I love all your 'Drowzee Hunting' posts! They can be very hot, creepy and funny at the same time!

#22 - 24: @eric_pulgar
- cant hold anymore! (1)
- selfie!
- beach day (4)

I don't think you've shared your OC's names yet, but I love all the little scenes you put the two pink haired girls in! It's all very vanilla, but you prove that this doesn't have to mean that it's boring!

#25 - 27: @doggomage
- Miki The Punk
- Miki Strikes Again
- Mind Controlled Girl

Miki's posts are some of my favorites on the entirety of BetterWaifu! I just had to dedicate more than one of the images to her story! I also wanted to pay honor to Hana, but neither Ankha's nor Tara's bodies were a good representation of her, eh... completeness? 😅

#28 - 30: @ririfake
- Untitled
- Untitled
- Hidden sex?

Wow! Just wow! So many wonderful pieces to choose from! Your posts always immediately stand out from the rest because of their colorful and artistic nature! You've introduced me to so many girls inspired by animals and monsters I didn't even know existed!
While you title some of your posts, most of them are still untitled unfortunately. Like I mentioned before, a title helps a lot in differentiating your posts from one another. They don't all have to be completely different names. Just number them if you don't want to think up a lot of different titles for your monster girls!

*My stupid monkey brain screwed up, because I actually planned to include 1 more creator in here. @happo's images will be in a separate post. I'm very sorry! 😖'

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AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 2' with user description 'Hina couldn’t take it. Level two was just too much. As best as she could, she tried to hold back the moans threatening to escape but it was a losing battle. Just as she was about to gave in, the intensity dropped to level one.
“Young girl, if you aren’t feeling, I have a honey lemon drop that could help”
Trying anything to distract herself, she reaches out to grab the drop, “Thank you, si-”
Level two.
Hina freezes before grabbing the drop, to focused and aroused by the return of the new level.
The subway stops and the old man stands, ready to get down. The old man places the drop in her hand and closes her hands around it. “Take care of yourself young one, my stop is here but try not going out when you aren’t well.
Level one.
Hina shakily relaxes, “Thank you for the kind words.”
As the old man leaves, Hina finally takes time to understand her current dilemma. Looks like the second level has her alternating between all the levels. And unfortunately for, she was only two minutes into the round trip.
The subway continued its journey, but Hina’s was just beginning. She tried her best to keeping quiet, pressing her hands against where the device was wreaking havoc.
Level two.
Hina crossed her legs, leaned forward trying to keep her composure.
Demo mode.
Momentary relax.
Level two.
She leans back in her seat, eyes squeezed shut and beginning to tear up. covering her mouth to stop any sound from escaping, the other pressed against the device thinking it would ease the stimulation. Not a chance.
This endless song and dance felt like torture for the next fifteen minutes as there were multiple stops that day. But the worst part was that Hina was kept at edge unable to release, conflicted on if this was a blessing or a curse. As the subway approached the final stop and the doors opened, Hina rushed out hiding somewhere to try to calm herself. But as she stepped out, the device stopped. Sweating profusely, Hina leans against a wall on the verge of crying.
Her phone vibrates, scaring Hina as she thought there was a second device.
“Almost done, just need to get level three data and we are done.”
Hina lets out a defeated moan. Tired, she heads back to the park before collapsing into the grass, her legs giving way from the earlier exertion.
“What have I gotten myself into? This is not what I signed up for.”
Well, you did. Verbally at least. So, let’s finish up.
At that moment level three begins, and it was far more intense than anything Hina had expected from the tiny demon. She immediately bought her knees to her chest, hands desperately pressed between her legs, her juices flowing between her fingers. Hina couldn’t make a sound, her whole body affected by the strong tremors, but the warmth was quickly spreading from her head to her toes.
“This is it! I can finally-”
Gone. Done. Disappeared.
Hina relaxes, hands and legs spread. Defeated
“I’m done, I can’t do this anymore. It’s too much Yuki.” The tears started flowing as Hina was still recovering from the intensity of the final level.
Her phone vibrates again, slowly Hina reads the message from Yuki. Just one word. “Office.”
Hina gets, the office thankfully a short walk from the park.
As Hina walks in Yuki gives her friend a hug.
“You did well, to be honest level three is pretty intense.”
Hina, looking at her friend with wet eyes, “You monster, I was on edge all day. I was absolutely terrified someone would catch me.”
“Hina,” Yuki smiled, “did you forget your safe word?”
Hina freezes, recalling the words Yuki left her with before the first level. Why hadn’t she used it? Sure her pride would have prevented her from doing so, but not even once had it occurred to her that there was one. There was no way. Was she secretly enjoying-?
No. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that.
“Well as a reward I have something that I think you desperately need” She took Hina to the storage closet where a chair and belts her situated.
“What is this-“
“Trust me, take off your heels and take a seat.
Hina obeys, doing as Yuki said and taking a seat.
Yuki grabs the leather belts, securing Hina to the chair, arms tied behind her back, resulting in a frog tie, her feet off the ground. She rips apart her hose, to Hina’s surprise and inserts the device, noting it looked a little different from the one from earlier. Still not done, Yuki unbuttons Hina’s top, attaching two vibrators, one for each nipple. Just as Hina was about to ask, Yuki forces a ring gag into her mouth, stopping her question. Finally she places a blindfold, heightening Hina’s senses of her current situation.
After admiring her work, Yuki grabs sound proof headphones and leans next to Hina’s ear.
“Have fun girl, and by the way, this one is version two, and has a level four. Enjoy.” Yuki then places the headphones on and closes the door as she leaves.
“WHAT!? YUKI PLEASE I CAN’T! COME BACK” but the ring gag prevented anything understandable from coming out. She begins fighting her bonds but to no avail.

The conclusion Part 3 soon!'

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AI art 'Farewell, my friend 🪦' with user description 'Before I start with the story, I feel like I have to get this important notice out of the way first:
⚠️ This post does not mean anyone has died in real life. It's just for funsies! ⚠️
Also, I'm sorry for using (mostly) unrelated clickbait as the thumbnail! 🙇‍♂️

— Story time —

The weather couldn’t have been more fitting.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky as rain poured down in relentless sheets, turning the cemetery paths into slick rivers of mud.
Though it was midday, the world felt trapped in cold, grim twilight.

A group dressed in black gathered around a modest tombstone.
Some leaned on one another for comfort, while others stood in rigid silence.
The heavy rain nearly drowned out the soft whimpers of a pregnant young woman wearing a black veil.
Even a few higher beings had come to mourn the loss of BetterWaifu’s greatest close-up artist.

They were saying goodbye to BlackHairedStudent.

His death was an unfortunate accident during the latest police raid on his basement—his stuffing had to be collected from throughout the entire building’s air ducts.

One lonely figure watched from afar beneath an old oak, disappointment clear on her face.
“Stupid Black,” she muttered.
“You were supposed to bring me ultimate despair.
I was a fool to think you could succeed where so many others failed.”
She turned and disappeared into the shadows.

The group lingered until a blinding flash lit up the sky, followed by roaring thunder.
A muffled sound came from the grave.
Suddenly a blue flame erupted from the soil, growing into wild cackling laughter.
Black’s ghost emerged from the flames, floating above his tombstone.

“Who gave you permission to throw such a boring funeral for me?!” he boomed with a wide grin.
“Was it you, my sweet little Nagatoro?”
She stared back in shock.
“If my funeral is going to be made into a post, it should at least feature panty shots!”
He snapped his ghostly paws.
A strong wind tore through the cemetery.
The centipede girl tried to hold her dress down in vain as it flew up.
Nagatoro didn’t even resist—the wind revealed she wore nothing underneath, exposing her pregnant belly and bare pussy.

Black’s expression softened.
“Y-you remembered our promise?”
“Of course, you stupid bear!” A tearful smile broke through her sorrow.
“I just never thought I’d have to honor it at your funeral.
How could you leave me after promising so much, you dummy?”
Black looked taken aback, then furious as his eyes landed on Terror2.
“You!! This is all your fault! You wrote me into this awkward position and how dare you use my precious Sakura as clickbait for your stupid post!”

His ghostly form lunged forward and latched onto his back.
“Feel the wrath of the dead, you backstabbing bastard!”
Blue flames erupted around them.
“Wait—what’s happening?” Black yelped.
“This power… it’s coming from your crown?! Stop! I’m in contr—”

Silence.

When I opened my eyes, I floated in an endless void.
No light, no sound—yet I could see my own body clearly.
A spotlight clicked on ahead.
Black sat there with his back turned.
“I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said quietly.
“I only wanted to create cute and sexy images of my favorite anime girls.”
He stood and turned toward me, tears streaming down his face.
“For a while everything was perfect.
I’d invite girls, pay them well, film scenes, and tease them a little.
But then I discovered the Close-up Bubble.”
A deep red glowing orb appeared in his hands, a tiny heart pulsing inside.
"It made those perfect shots effortless, but the power grew too strong.
It clouded my judgment.
I broke the rules despite the frogman’s warnings.
You know how it ended.”

His story left a lump in my throat.
“Don’t be too sad,” Black said with a weak smile.
“It was my own choice.
To prove it I’m passing the Close-up Bubble onto you now.
Be better than I was.
Don’t let it consume you.”

He pushed the bubble forward.
Immense power surged through me as it touched my chest, filling my mind with vivid close-up visions.
“Hahaha… that takes me back.”
Wings sprouted from his shoulders and he started to rise.

As I felt our time grew short, I finally managed to speak.
“Thank you for everything, Black!
I’ll never forget your sacrifices.
I promise to keep this power in check!”

“Don’t think of this as goodbye, my friend.
I’ll be watching from above—keep everyone entertained!
Please tell Nagatoro I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise.
Watch over her for me. She cared more than she let on.
Oh, and if you ever meet the frogman, tell him I'm sorry as well.
I'm very grateful to him for giving me a final chance."

He faded into the light as my consciousness slipped away.

“…you guys! I think he’s waking up!”
I opened my eyes to Ankha’s tear-streaked face hovering above mine.
She burst into fresh tears of relief.
“Please never scare us like that again!!”

— The End —

@blackhairedstudent, you will forever remain in our hearts. ❤️

(Also, thank you @gildenstein for letting me use Akiko even though I didn't ask. 😅)'

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AI art 'Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'The journey to the port of Nightvale took three days. Dalia arrived at the bustling harbor. The smell of salt, fish, and tar hung heavy in the air. Tall masts creaked in the wind as ships rocked gently at the docks. Dalia walked through the crowded waterfront until they found the vessel they had been directed to: The Crimson Tide, a large, weathered merchant ship bound for Rivermoor. Old Captain Talos stood on the gangplank. He looked the group over slowly, his gaze lingering on each woman before settling on Dalia.

“You want passage?” he asked, voice rough from years at sea. “We’re sailing with the tide tonight. But passage on the sea isn’t cheap.”

Dalia stepped forward, her golden glow carefully muted. “I carry the King’s gold. Name your price.”

Talos let out a low, humorless chuckle and shook his head.

“Gold means nothing once we leave sight of land, little lady. Out there, the only currency that matters is flesh. If you want to sail on The Crimson Tide, you pay with sex. Every single day of the voyage. You will be available to the crew. Sixty men. They work hard. They fuck harder. You’ll serve them whenever and however they want.”

“It’s a fifteen-day voyage across the sea,” Dalia said plainly.

"I know," Talos responded. "These are the terms, Vicar."

“I accept your terms, Captain. Fifteen days. I expect to be fed and not beaten. In return, you will take me safely to Rivermoor.”

Talos grinned, eyes raking over the beautiful woman. “Smart choice, Princess. Welcome aboard The Crimson Tide.”

He gestured toward the ship. The crew of sixty rough, hungry sailors watched from the deck with open lust as the woman began to board. As soon as the ship cleared the harbor and the last strip of land disappeared over the horizon, the rules changed. The crew of sixty men wasted no time. The gang-fucking began immediately and without mercy.

The fifteen-day voyage had officially begun. Dalia closed her eyes, already mentally preparing herself for the long days and nights ahead.
The lower galley of The Crimson Tide had become a nonstop orgy of flesh and cum. The sailors were relentless. There was no rest, no mercy, no breaks. As soon as one man finished, another took his place — sometimes two or three at once. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and salt. The wet, obscene sounds of cocks slamming into soaked holes, gagging throat sounds, and slapping skin filled the entire lower deck.

On the fifteenth morning, the Crimson Tide finally sighted land. As the ship docked at the small port near Rivermoor, the exhausted woman stood at the railing, breathing in the fresh air like it was salvation. She got off at the Rivermoor Dock, sore, exhausted but closer to her objective.

“I endured more than anyone should have to. Tomorrow I begin the search for the temple near here. But tonight… I recover.”

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She seems excited over the phone.
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Night-time walk with Anara

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