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Art IA « Forbidden Light 💛 » avec la description : « Holy armor. Unholy thoughts... 😏💛 @peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage @ranmafan @valtek »
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Forbidden Light 💛

reptorn
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Art IA « Summoning »
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Summoning

thoughtzi
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Art IA « Fire Queen » avec la description : « Diese Bilder sind aus einer spontanen Idee heraus entstanden – und dank der großartigen Unterstützung von @reptorn genau so geworden, wie ich sie mir vorgestellt habe! Ein riesiges Dankeschön »
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Fire Queen

mikunakano07
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Art IA « Till Death Flirts 🖤 » avec la description : « Some queens rule kingdoms. She rules poor decisions... 😏🖤 @peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage @ranmafan @valtek »
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Till Death Flirts 🖤

reptorn
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Art IA « The Beauty of Becoming 👁️🖤 » avec la description : « Change does not always arrive violently. Sometimes it begins beneath perfect skin, hidden inside a reflection or waiting behind a familiar smile. Then the body opens itself to new possibilities. More eyes. New shapes. Desires that no longer fit inside anything human. There is terror in transformation, but there is also freedom. The frightening part is not what she becomes. It is how willingly she welcomes it. @peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage @ranmafan »
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The Beauty of Becoming 👁️🖤

reptorn
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Art IA « Madeline in the morning » avec la description : « I haven’t done many showings with Madeline so here you go! What would you like to see her and the girls from the Legend of Dalia do next? »
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Madeline in the morning

octavian
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Art IA « Viking girls❄️⚔️ » avec la description : « The North may be frozen. But this post definitely is not. 😏🔥 @peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage @ranmafan »
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Viking girls❄️⚔️

reptorn
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Art IA « Magic Potions (Chapter 4) » avec la 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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Magic Potions (Chapter 4)

terror2
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Art IA « Sacrifice »
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Sacrifice

valtek
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Art IA « The Hunger: Consumption [4 of 4] »
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The Hunger: Consumption [4 of 4]

dreamerofdreams
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Art IA « blackhairedstudent's 3000 followers Party » avec la description : « Congratulations, @blackhairedstudent, on your 3,000 followers. I couldn't decide which of my girls to send to your party, so they're all coming. Have fun. @octavian @warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @parda @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @a_casual_prompter @hollenwulf Akiko: Is that Annie over there? God... She’s bound with red ropes—it’s so sexy. This woman is driving me out of my mind; she’s the only one who makes me masturbate in public. My tongue is greedy for her sweet honey. Hana: Akiko, what are you doing? »
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blackhairedstudent's 3000 followers Party

gildenstein
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Art IA « Hellfire Queen ♥️🔥 » avec la description : « She did not come to rule hell. She came to make hell burn... 😏🔥♥️ @peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage @ranmafan @valtek »
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Hellfire Queen ♥️🔥

reptorn
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Art IA « Fate/ Stay Isla » avec la description : « Between my DnD challenge I issued out, and the Fate stuff that spun off it with @zesoul, I got the thought in my mind "I wonder what Isla would look like as each of the Fate servant classes?" so I couldn't resist. I've not done enough of this stuff but I'm really loving fantasy Isla these past few days 💘 For those who don't know the servant classes, in order its: Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, Berserker As interesting as it would to see everyone else's OCs, I think its too similar to the DnD challenge in terms of themes (and we're probably all spent for credits after these back to back with the pirate stuff onwards😅 ). There's been some absolute gems posted this last week and its been awesome to be part of it 🤩 »
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Fate/ Stay Isla

cro_bo
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Art IA « Not So Super Girls 😏 » avec la description : « They may have powers. They may have costumes. They may even save the world on a good day. But let’s be honest, these girls are not exactly here to behave. 😏 A little heroic, a little corrupted, a little dangerous and definitely way too distracting for any serious rescue mission. Super powers are nice. Bad decisions are better. @peterco @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia »
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Not So Super Girls 😏

reptorn
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Art IA « !!!THE HOLIDAYS!!!: Kalyra's Appearance. Final Part. » avec la description : « While Kalyra was having fun with the girls from the Club, a magical circle appeared beneath her, giving her a dose of her own trap. Tantacles emerged and began groping the succubi. It seems another unknown entity had grown tired of Kalyra's antics. After receiving their punishment, the girls were freed from the spell, and thus ended their vacation. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Note: For the moment, I'm going to put the "PARANORMAL CLUB" story on hold to continue with other short stories that I'll show you later. It's not the end; I just don't want to overwhelm you with the same story and make it monotonous. Thank you very much. »
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!!!THE HOLIDAYS!!!: Kalyra's Appearance. Final Part.

crow-7w7
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Art IA « BJ Collection 1 »
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BJ Collection 1

onlyyouprod
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Art IA « !!!THE VACATION!!!:The appearance of Kalyra. part 4. » avec la description : « Samth was walking on the beach while the girls were being attacked by Kalyra. When he returned from the walk, Kalyra saw her and went after her. Since he was alone, he summoned a demon from another world, one with tentacles. Now that all the girls are trapped, how will they free themselves from this spell? To be continued... »
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!!!THE VACATION!!!:The appearance of Kalyra. part 4.

crow-7w7
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Art IA « Octavian's trading cards »
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Octavian's trading cards

octavian
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Art IA « Noir City - The Black Book » avec la description : « I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter... »
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Noir City - The Black Book

kendarfulgrim
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Art IA « Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST. » avec la description : « Mireya and Neli were enjoying their day off when suddenly they heard a terrifying scream coming from an alley. There they found a demon attacking a girl. Neli quickly attacked the demon with a flying kick, while Mireya cast a spell that engulfed the demon in flames. The badly wounded demon ran off. Once they had calmed down, they asked the girl what had happened, and she told them her story. My name is Elena Duboys; my mother recently died of an illness, and my father fell into a rage. I try to take my mother’s place with the housework so my father can recover from the loss. My father couldn’t bear the loss of his wife and was consumed by a demon that attacked him while he slept. Thanks to the fact that you happened to be passing by, you rescued her, but her father ended up being consumed by the demon. After hearing the story, Mireya invited her to the club, which led Elena to decide to live there, and she ended up cleaning up the mess left by the group members—mostly Neli, who is a disaster. The end. »
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Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.

crow-7w7
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