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fairy

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Ilyana debut

barry915
AI art 'Elven Temptations 🌿' with user description 'In the heart of the ancient forests, the elves dance between moonlight and shadow… Some with graceful elegance, others with tempting, forbidden desires. A collection of ethereal beauties who know how to play with both light and darkness 😏 @octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel Generierungsdaten'
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Elven Temptations 🌿

reptorn
AI art "Mushroom girls"
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Mushroom girls

zuzul
AI art "Wrath of the Princesses"
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Wrath of the Princesses

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

barry915
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 3C' with user description '<This post continues from part 2B “Help the fairy” decision > Your empathy gets the better of you and you rush to the aid of the entangled fairy. Up close, she looks even frailer. Weak and soft, no muscle to speak of. The vines however seem thick and full of life. She wouldn’t stand a chance without your help. It takes some effort, but you manage to untangle her legs. The vines are slick and hard to grab, which makes you wonder how they manage to cling so tightly to the fairy’s body. But there’s no time to wonder as it takes constant effort to keep the vines from re-wrapping themselves around her. You pull the fairy to her legs and help her stand. Her cries for help have stopped. She seems to be in shock, unresponsive and wide-eyed. You try to reassure her that you will free her. She nods weakly and you resume your efforts. But the vines that entangle her torso are wrapped even more tightly. They squeeze her chest with such force that you wonder how she can breathe. It’s a miracle she could cry for help at all. You pull her closer to try and free her hands. “Help me!” She exclaims weakly, the same as she had before. You try to reassure her again, but she just repeats her cry for help. Repeats it a little too closely. The fairy is close to you now. Close enough that you could kiss her. Her eyes stare back up into yours. There was light in them, but it was… wrong, somehow. Then the light in her eyes shifted, like water sloshing in a tube. Her head tilted limply, her eyes taking on the likeness of dull empty glass vessels. Her mouth formed into a smile, almost, but it wasn’t a real smile. It was simply her face loosing its animating force and the skin going slack. Your shock fades quickly and you try to turn and leave only to find your legs hopelessly entangled in the vines. You try to pull them off, but they are much, much stronger now. They are no longer slick, but they cling to your clothing like glue. The vines climb your body eagerly, not strangling you, but holding you perfectly still, bound up like a straight jacket. You can only watch as plants emerge from the fairy’s lifeless body. Flowers poking through her mouth and her eye socket like they are watching you closely. The vines lift her off the ground as a vicious yellow slime begins to drip from her mouth. It smells like honey, but the vapors singe your nostrils and your throat like acid. The vines do not relent. They squeeze and twist the fairy’s body like juicing a fruit. More and more of the honey like acid pools near your feet and it writhes with life. You realize, now far too late, that the slime is the real creature and you have fallen prey to its hunting tactic. “I warned you, didn’t l?” The lady’s voice said from behind you. It takes all your effort to twist far enough around to look at her. Her voice had filled you with sudden hope. Was she here to save you? It took only a single look at the expression on her face to know the answer. The lady looked back at you with disappointment. No, something more than that. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dark and her frown was so deep and stern that it seemed to cut through to your soul. “You got my hopes up, really. I told you that you were wise for not trusting appearances. I told you that these Woods were hungry. And yet you walk into a trap regardless .” You try to ask for help, but if anything her expression somehow worsens. “I will not deprive the Woods of its food. We understand each other, the Woods and I. We have an accord. You could have been a part of that. But it seems you are fit only to join the Woods in a more primal way.” You try to plea, to argue your case. But she doesn’t speak another word. Nor does she leave you. For better or worse, she stays by your side watching until the vines strangle you and the slime melts your down to your bones. < Ending B - Part of the Food Chain >'
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 3C

usagi77
AI art "Re: Nostalgia hits different"
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Re: Nostalgia hits different

terror2
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🧚

beelzudude
AI art '🎉 One year on Betterwaifu' with user description '1 year. 52 weeks. 400 posts. 3000 of you 😱 @warmicestudios @bad77 @parda @octavian @cef_ultra @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @barry915 @zesoul @dreamerofdreams @terror2 @onlyyouprod @herlin @norsedemonlord @blackhairedstudent @jlixard @kokoroto @smut317 and you all! I can’t believe it — I’ve officially been here on betterwaifu.com for a full year! 🎉 Not only has the site grown and improved during this time, but so have I (I hope🙏). While scrolling through my massive archive, I went looking for my very first saved picture… and of course, it was a catgirl (the very last picture here) 😼 Turns out I was drawing catgirls here before I even knew how to draw properly 😂 And, it took me four months before I posted my first picture here. So buckle up and enjoy this little journey back in time with me 🥳'
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🎉 One year on Betterwaifu

peterco
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Erza Scarlet: Outfit Showcase

thoughtzi
AI art 'Attempting to make an OC,' with user description 'There was an attempt but I wasn't happy with results. Decided to share some.'
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Attempting to make an OC,

pancakelover
AI art "Digiladies 2"
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Digiladies 2

barry915
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Sans titre

jlixard
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 2b' with user description '(This post continues from the part 1 - Refuse the flower - decision) The lady seems surprised by your refusal. For a brief moment, her mask falters and a look of genuine surprise softens her features. You feel a brief rush of victory. As if you had gotten one over on her. But as her composure returns and her elegant smile returns, that glee sours into a strange sense of guilt. There was a genuine kindness in her eyes now. Was it there before? Had you missed it, or was it new? “Interesting. Tell me your name, human.” Human? An odd way to address you. Wasn’t she a person too? Despite this, your lips move without you really thinking about it and you answer her question almost automatically. She stands, her breasts bouncing slightly as you become aware she isn’t wearing a bra. You noticed her beauty when you first entered, but now you couldn’t help but notice every little detail. The soft floral scent of her perfume. The smooth silky skin that her dress seemed to hug so closely. The way her hips swayed just the right way to draw your eyes a little lower. She smiled, as though she could see every thought you had just had and had been hoping you’d feel that way. Something tingled in the back of your mind. This was too perfect. She was too beautiful, too seductive in a way that felt tailored to peak your interest without giving you too much. The perfect tease. There was a lingering dread that you were a fly getting a bit too close to the flytrap, but at the gentle tone of her next words that dread vanished like a daydream. “Follow me.” She turned to leave and your feet obeyed without you asking anything of them. “You are wise not to trust first appearances. The Woods are not kind, nor are they vicious. But they are hungry, and nothing walks beneath these boughs that can’t become prey if they aren’t careful.” You ask her if that includes herself, and she chuckles. Your eyes keep wandering down her back as you go, and each time she turns to look back at you, you feel the need to snap your eyes back up, as though afraid to get caught staring. Though, she never seems to mind, nor correct you. “We’re going to a special place.” She says. “The heart of the Woods. If it accepts you, you might find the promise of the flower wasn’t made in vain.” She stops suddenly, leaning against an overgrown tree. “I thought I saw in your eyes the same reckless greed that most humans have. It’s hard to think I was wrong, but perhaps you’re plagued by a different sin.” See leans forward, letting her cleavage show in a way that feels very intentional. She stares into your eyes one more time and this time you feel a blush rushing to your cheeks. Something stirs inside you and a strong desire wells up. You want to reach out and grab her breasts, to steal a kiss as you run your hands down her hips or across her back, To play with her hair and slip your fingers beneath her hem of her skirt. But something also tells you that doing so right now would be very unwise. You can’t hide your arousal, but you somehow manage to stay your hands and she finally pulls back. Her smile feels a little more confident now and you can’t help but feel that everything you just felt was some sort of cruel joke. “Come along, we’re almost there.” She says with a flirty tone. You follow to the entrance to a large cave with a cool breeze flowing from within. She is silent for this stretch of the journey, and she also doesn’t turn around to check on you. Your guilt has started to ebb, and just as you are fantasizing about taking hold of her rear, a shrill voice catches your attention. “Help me!” It cries. It’s a soft, femine voice, more a whimper than a shout. If the lady hears it, she gives no sign. She continues to walk into the cave. As you look around for the voice, you spot it down a small side path. There, a fairy girl, completely nude, lays tangled helplessly in vines that seem to wrap themselves around her of their own accord. The vines are pulling her slowly but surely into the darkness. The fairy looks up at you with tired hopeless eyes. “Help me, please!” <Decision Point - Do you help the fairy or follow after the Lady?>'
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 2b

usagi77
Fairy taking it deep

Fairy taking it deep

waifulord
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 4C' with user description '<This post continues from the 3D “bathe in the spring” decision > You can feel the affection, or perhaps the desire, radiating from the Lady’s wet and all too close body, but you remember the warnings and your self preservation takes priority. You reach for the water and begin to bathe as the Lady had before. Her expression softens. Something like a quiet resignation replaces the spark of lust in her eyes and she pulls back to finish bathing herself in silence. The space between you suddenly feels bigger and colder, the silence too heavy to break. You finish bathing quickly and find her staring at you with longing. “You did well. The Woods have accepted you. From this day forth, you are a part of them. A necessary part. The fairies and nymphs here will require your life force, but in return you may eat these golden flowers and remain here as long as you like.” She turns to leave. But you remain perplexed. You ask where she is going. “Back to the grove. The Woods require my services as well. My arrangement is different though. I was hoping my contract might finally be fulfilled, but… no luck. May you enjoy your stay in the Woods. You won’t see me again.” The Lady leaves. You try to follow, but she vanishes into the mist without a trace and try as you might you cannot seem to find the cave you took to reach here from her grotto. Your hunger gets the better of you eventually and you try to eat one of the flowers. It tastes like honey and dried fruits and a single flower seems to fill you entirely. More than that you feel awake. Energized. And…. Aroused. Almost on cue, a fairy appears in the spring. She doesn’t speak, there is no preamble or ceremony, she simply saunters over to you eagerly, eying you like a snack to be savored, her gaze primal and hungry. She grabs your already erect cock and begins eagerly stroking with vigor. She holds up a flower and eats it, her cheeks flushing with arousal as she presents her dripping wet pussy to you. She seems to be feeling the same thing you are, that overwhelming burning need to breed that the flower stoked in your gut. You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. You grab her tight butt and drive your penis deep into her eagerly waiting hole. It slides in easy. She’s tight but slick with lustful need and her body syncs with yours almost immediately, You move in sync, neither one dominating, neither one leading. The flower’s spell leads you both in a spiral of instinct and passion. The raw heat of the act is too much to savor. The fever builds to a crescendo and with one last thrust you cum deep inside of the fairy. You both stay intertwined for a moment, then with no more fanfare than she arrived, the fairy licks you clean and flies away. Another arrives an hour later, a nymph with large but perky breasts. She too eats a flower, sharing some with you, and immediately wraps her tits around your penis and begins working it with intense motion. The soft texture envelops you, the flower enhancing every little sensation into something almost too pleasurable to be true. She sucks you dry down to the last drop. The rest of the day brings more visitors. An allurane that deep throat’s you to climax. A dryad who’s plump ass you pound for two rounds. A fairy who grinds you until you can hardly stand. An endless parade of beautiful flowers all of whom need your pollen. Night brings no rest. Those too shy to approach you alone and eagerly in the day show in in groups at night. They do all the work, feeding you flowers to keep you going while pressing each other into increasingly intense sexual positions and services. You spend the night being licked, sucked, ridden, stroked, and fucked until time looses all meaning. Sometime in the early hours, you find yourself alone for a moment. You have lost count of how many times you climaxed. How many partners you had today. The flowers seem to never end and as you ponder one the Lady crosses your mind again. You haven’t heard a spoken word that wasn’t a horny giggle or a moan of pleasure since she left. In the coming months you would come to fixate on her. The fairies weren’t much for conversation. Even when your cum turned gold like the nectar of the flowers and you began to recognize and even name the Woods girls who serviced you day and night, when flowers sprouted from your head and your skin began to green, the pleasure never lessened nor did your thoughts of the Lady. < Ending F - King of the Woods >'
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 4C

usagi77
AI art 'The Unexpected Plot Twist' with user description '"Sir Edmund set the controversial document down on the table before the King. 'Prithee, Sire, my fellow lords and I desire that thou place thy royal signature upon this instrument before thee. Refuse, and Sir Walter of Whitmore, standing behind thee, shall give thee ye dreaded empurpled nurple.'"'

The Unexpected Plot Twist

saltymajor778
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Random some more

timelordbarny
AI art "Fairy fun"
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Fairy fun

sssssjam
AI art "Tinker Bell"
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Tinker Bell

casca_kirei-onna
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