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Art IA « Celest Vale sees the world 8 »
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Celest Vale sees the world 8

octavian
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Art IA « The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤 » avec la 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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The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤

cef_ultra
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Art IA « Weekend Getaway with Michelle »
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Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
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Art IA « @blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉 (Chapter 1) »
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@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉 (Chapter 1)

terror2
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Art IA « Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia » avec la 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.” @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent »
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Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia

octavian
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Art IA « Raiden Shogun »
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Raiden Shogun

steven1599
Art IA « Elf's job »
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Elf's job

zuzul
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Art IA « Cyndel Randoms » avec la description : « Not every idea I had with Cyndel was as thought out as I hoped. Here's some of my random generations of her in various encounters, jobs, with her sister, Celest and with Cherry Bomb. »
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Cyndel Randoms

octavian
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Art IA « The Captain's boss »
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The Captain's boss

octavian
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Art IA « Teaser of Waves' Beach quests »
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Teaser of Waves' Beach quests

choukrout
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Sans titre

lepha
Art IA
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Sans titre

beto91
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Art IA « Frieren - Night at the Border Inn » avec la description : « It was a quiet evening at the inn in a small border town — the last outpost before heading North. Frieren had decided to stop there for the night. Fern and Stark had gone out together on an errand, leaving her alone in the room. After a hot bath, she lay naked on the bed, enjoying a rare moment of peace. She didn’t expect the door to open suddenly. A tall adventurer with dark hair and a tired look from a long day of travel entered by mistake. “Ah… sorry, I thought this was my—” He froze. His eyes widened at the sight of Frieren completely naked on the bed. Frieren didn’t cover herself. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, observing him with her usual calm, curious gaze. “…Interesting,” she murmured. “This wasn’t planned.” The man blushed furiously, trying to look away. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave right away—” “Wait.” Frieren’s voice was soft but firm. She stood up slowly from the bed, without any shame. “You’re tired, aren’t you? It shows on your face.” He nodded, confused. Frieren gave a small smile. “Then… why don’t you stay a while? Close the door.” The man hesitated, but something in the elf’s eyes made him obey. “I want to try something,” she said, approaching him. “And you seem like the right person.” She started with her feet. She sat on the edge of the bed and used them skillfully, stroking and squeezing him until he came for the first time, moaning in surprise. “…Not enough,” Frieren whispered, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She got on all fours on the bed, offering herself from behind. “Take me.” The man couldn’t resist. He took her hard, gripping her hips as Frieren moaned softly, enjoying every thrust. “Harder,” she murmured. “I want to feel everything.” He came again, but Frieren knew it still wasn’t enough. Without giving him time to recover, she turned around and took him in her mouth. Her tongue was skillful and insistent. The man completely lost control. He grabbed her head and started thrusting with desperate rhythm. Frieren let him, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. With one final decisive thrust, he came deep down her throat. Cum also spilled from her nose. Frieren coughed lightly but smiled, satisfied. “…Perfect,” she whispered. With a simple touch of her hand and a silent spell, the man lost all memory of what had happened. His eyes went blank for a moment, then he turned like a zombie and left the room. Frieren remained sitting on the bed, still naked, full of pleasure and the marks of that night. She ran a finger across her lips, tasting what remained. “…That was fun,” she murmured with a small smile. “Much more than I expected.” She lay down between the sheets, sated and serene, ready to sleep. »
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Frieren - Night at the Border Inn

kaxeld
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Art IA « Swallowing cum »
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Swallowing cum

jlixard
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Art IA « Aerial paizuri »
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Aerial paizuri

zuzul
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Art IA « Make me submit » avec la description : « "Oh? You're watching me get dressed? Hmm...I don't mind as long as you don't touch. Good boy. You like it when I tell you what to do? I thought you might. You're not strong-willed enough to make me submit... yet." ~ Belladonna Pendragon Say hi to my newest girl, Belladonna. I've wanted to make a goth girl for a while now. Looking for research, I noticed @cef_ultra's Vesper is the undisputed Goth Queen, so I did my best to make a girl with a different look than her. Anyways I hope you enjoy: @peterco, @terror2, @barry915, @murcie, @kendarfulgrim, @bad77, @blackhairedstudent, @parda @onlyyouprod »
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Make me submit

octavian
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Art IA « Covered » pour le prompt : « Photorealistic, closeup, portrait, naked brunette, large breasts, lying on back, fucked silly, looking at viewer, facial, excessive cum, cum on face, cum in mouth, from above, massive dark-skinned penis, cumshot »
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Covered

vixensummers
Art IA « Mr. Popo took your girl »
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Mr. Popo took your girl

octavian
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Art IA « Kiana Used As a BLOWJOB Toy~ »
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Kiana Used As a BLOWJOB Toy~

gonkems
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Art IA « Getting Dressed and Going on Dates with Iommi »
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Getting Dressed and Going on Dates with Iommi

dreamerofdreams
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