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AI art "The Hunger: Walpurgis Night"

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The Hunger: Walpurgis Night

dreamerofdreams

AI art "CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”"

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CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”

AI art "Chapter 4: “Face to face”"

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Chapter 4: “Face to face”

AI art "@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉"

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@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉

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

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Alice in Waifuland

AI art "A NOUVELLE NOIR (Part 2)"

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A NOUVELLE NOIR (Part 2)

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.

AI art 'Maki Casting' with user description 'The rain lashed against the cold glass of the skyscraper’s penthouse, mirroring the rhythmic thrum of my pulse. I moved through the vents like a shadow, my red scrunchies the only splash of color in the dark machinery of the ventilation shaft. My target: the CEO of a multi-national conglomerate who had been funding shadow wars. He was supposed to be alone.
I dropped from the ceiling with a silent, lethal grace, my dagger already unsheathed. But as my boots hit the plush carpet, blinding spotlights erupted from every corner, illuminating twenty men in tactical gear with rifles aimed at my chest.
In the center stood the CEO, a man with a cruel, polished smile. "Maki Harukawa," he purred. "The Ultimate Assassin. Did you really think I wouldn't be ready?"
I tightened my grip on my blade, scanning the room. Twenty elite guards, high-caliber weapons, zero cover. To fight was to die in a hail of lead before I could take a single step. I let the dagger fall. The metallic clang echoed through the silent room.
"Fine," I said, my voice as flat as a grave. "I lost. You can take my life now. Just make it quick."
The CEO stepped forward, his eyes roaming over my body with a sickening, predatory hunger. "Your life? Now? Oh, Maki, you aren't going to die so soon. We’re going to use you. Every single one of us."
They took me to a room tucked away in the back of the penthouse—a jarring, horrific contrast to the rest of the building. It was completely pink. Pink walls, pink rugs, pink satin. They stripped me of my gear, but they didn't bind me. They didn't need to. With twenty armed men standing guard and the CEO watching like a hawk, they knew I had nowhere to go. I stood there in the center of that soft, neon nightmare, exposed and surrounded.
For the next two hours, the room was a blur of heat and degradation. The CEO and his twenty guards descended upon me like animals. Because I wasn't bound, they moved me as they pleased, forcing me into various positions on the plush floor and against the velvet walls. They used me in every way possible, their lust driven by the thrill of conquering the world's most dangerous woman. They were relentless, taking turns with a primal, chaotic energy. They used my mouth, my pussy, and my anal passage with a bruising, heavy-handed greed. I felt the weight of them and the staggering girth of men who thought they had finally broken me.
But as they hammered into me, as they filled my orifices with their filth, they didn't notice the subtle, sweet scent emanating from my skin. I wasn't fighting back—not because I had given up, but because I was waiting.
Before the mission, I had prepared for the worst-case scenario. I had coated the linings of my three orifices with a highly concentrated, slow-release sedative—a calming toxin designed to be absorbed through mucosal contact. I had taken the antidote hours prior. Every time they used me, every time they drove themselves into my body, they were unknowingly dosing themselves with a powerful paralytic.
One by one, the guards began to stumble. The CEO, who was currently over me, his face twisted in a mask of hedonistic joy, suddenly felt his eyes glaze over. His movements slowed, becoming sluggish and heavy.
"W-What... what is this?" he gasped, his tongue thick.
"Do you want to die?" I whispered.
He collapsed on top of me, a dead weight. Around the room, heavy thuds followed as all twenty men hit the floor, their bodies completely paralyzed but their hearts still beating.
I stood up, my body aching and coated in the evidence of their depravity, but my mind was clearer than it had been all night. I walked over to where they had tossed my dagger and picked it up.
"You said you were going to use me," I said, looking down at the CEO as he stared up with wide, terrified eyes. "But in the end, you were just the delivery system for your own execution."
I moved through the room with methodical precision. One stroke for each guard. One final, slow cut for the man in the center. By the time I walked out of that pink room, the only color left on the walls was the deep, dark crimson of a mission finally completed. I disappeared into the rain, leaving the "dollhouse" behind forever.'

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Maki Casting

blackhairedstudent

AI art "Fluffy crop top"

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Fluffy crop top

AI art "Iommi Is Only Happy To See You"

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Iommi Is Only Happy To See You

dreamerofdreams

AI art "[Story] Ice Cold Goth Melts"

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[Story] Ice Cold Goth Melts

dreamerofdreams

AI art 'Cyndel Vale needs money 10' with user description 'Cyndel decided to find a job a little more hands on so she took up employment as a maid for a casino. Maybe luck would be on her side and she'd find some cash left in a room from a stray gambler.

The first door she opened gave her more than she bargained for. He had the biggest dick she'd ever seen.
"Oh yeah, I need that," she purred.

12 inches and 45 minutes later and Cyndel was walking just a bit funny to her next room.

She opened the next door.
"Damn it, two of them? After what I just took?" Cyndel groaned.

Cyndel found herself spitroasted as two drunk 21-year-olds eagerly fucked her.
"This is getting crazy," she said. "I need to clean myself up."

She entered the third room and undressed. As she went towards the shower, the door opened and she was greeted.

"What the fuck are YOU doing here?" she asked, clearly taken aback by the person in the bathroom.

to be continued...'

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Cyndel Vale needs money 10

AI art "Her day job"

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Her day job

AI art 'Office Trio' with user description '༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ'

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Office Trio

AI art "“Good Girl” Diana has a little secret…"

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“Good Girl” Diana has a little secret…

AI art "Elise's Surprise extras"

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Elise's Surprise extras

AI art "Office Lady's shooting behind the scenes part 3"

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Office Lady's shooting behind the scenes part 3

AI art '🎶 Song lyrics: Poetry in Motion' with user description 'What happens if you use the lyrics of the song as a prompt, nothing more than the lyrics with a few basic commands, and let AI to figure it out 😏

Johnny Tillotson

"Poetry In Motion"

When I see my baby, what do I see
Poetry, poetry in motion

Poetry in motion, walkin' by my side
Her lovely locomotion keeps my eyes open wide
Poetry in motion, see her gentle sway
A wave out on the ocean could never move that way

I love every movement
There's nothing I would change
She doesn't need improvement
She's much too nice to rearrange

Poetry in motion, dancing close to me
A flower of devotion a-swaying gracefully

Poetry in motion, see her gentle sway
A wave out on the ocean could never move that way

I love every movement
There's nothing I would change
She doesn't need improvement
She's much too nice to rearrange

Poetry in motion, all that I adore
No number nine love potion could make me love her more'

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🎶 Song lyrics: Poetry in Motion

AI art '💦 DIY, Attempt 2' with user description 'Yep, again... ahhh, nevermind.... 🙈

Part 2, @cef_ultra @warmicestudios'

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💦 DIY, Attempt 2

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