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AI art "Chun-Li Threesome"
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Chun-Li Threesome

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

warmicestudios
AI art "Elise's Big Day"
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Elise's Big Day

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Kirigiri Casting' with user description 'The evening air at the secluded beach was heavy with the scent of salt and the rhythmic crashing of the tide against the jagged rocks. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, stood on the cooling sand, her signature lavender hair caught in the breeze. She had traded her high-collared jacket for a simple, translucent wrap, though she still wore her black studded gloves—a final barrier of mystery she wasn't yet ready to shed. The Casting Transcript: Kyoko Kirigiri (The Ultimate Detective) 1. Identity: Name, age, and job? "Kyoko Kirigiri. I am 18 years old. As for my job... I solve mysteries. I look for the truth beneath the lies, no matter how uncomfortable that truth might be." 2. Dreams: What do you want for your future? "To find the answers that were stolen from me. To live a life where I don't have to be afraid of my own vulnerabilities. I want to know what it feels like to lose control without losing myself." 3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love? "I enjoy logic puzzles and Sudoku. For movies, I prefer noir classics like The Maltese Falcon or modern psychological thrillers like Se7en. As for anime, Monster is a masterpiece of human depravity and redemption. It keeps my mind sharp." 4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "I admire Sherlock Holmes for his dedication to the truth. I also find C.C. from Code Geass intriguing—her immortality and detachment resonate with me in ways I’m still investigating." 5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "Investigation requires data. I have spent my life observing human nature from the outside. I want to experience the most extreme physical sensations possible—to see if my logic can survive a total sensory override. I expect a physical challenge that leaves no room for deduction." 6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex? "A 9. While I appear cold, the heat of an intense physical encounter is the only thing that truly quiets the noise in my head. It is a logical necessity for my well-being." 7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'EVIDENCE.' If I say that, the investigation is closed and you must withdraw immediately." 8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "The camera does not lie. Capture everything in 8K. I want to review the footage later to see the exact moment my composure breaks." 9. The Agreement: Describe the scene? "A moonlit beach. One man—physically imposing, standing well over two meters tall. He must possess... substantial equipment. I want to be handled with a raw, primal force that ignores my status. I want to be filled until I am physically changed—left gaped and open like a hollow space, unable to close even after he is finished." The Scene: "The Detective’s Open Case" The moon hung high, a pale witness to the encounter on the shore. Kyoko lay back on a dark silk blanket spread over the sand. Towering over her was the man she had requested—a literal giant of a human, his shadow completely engulfing her pale frame. When he revealed himself, his member was a colossal, pulsing vein of power that made even the stoic detective’s eyes widen in silent calculation. "Show me the truth," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the waves. The scene was an exercise in extreme physical displacement. He didn't just enter her; he invaded her. Kyoko’s 18-year-old body was pushed to its structural limits as he drove into her Vaginally, his massive girth stretching her porcelain skin until it was translucent. She gripped the sand, her gloved hands digging into the earth as she let out a high, sharp cry—a sound of pure, unrefined data. He moved with the weight of the ocean, each thrust hitting her fundus with a heavy thud that echoed in her chest. Kyoko’s logical mind shattered; there was no room for thought, only the overwhelming sensation of being "full." As the climax approached, he finished with a pressurized torrent, a Creampie so massive it began to overflow immediately, slicking her inner thighs and the silk beneath her. But it was the aftermath that fulfilled her request. As he slowly withdrew his massive length, Kyoko’s entrance didn't snap back. She remained gaped—a wide, pulsing, red circle of surrender that stayed open to the night air, unable to retract from the sheer scale of the trauma. She lay there, her lavender hair matted with sand and sweat, looking down at the "hole" he had left in her. She was a ruin of a woman, leaking white fluid from a gaped abyss that showed exactly how deep his victory had gone. Kyoko looked at the camera, her expression dazed and completely broken of its usual stoicism. "The evidence... is conclusive," she panted, her eyes rolling back in a final wave of overstimulated bliss. "I am... completely compromised."'
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Kirigiri Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art '1k likes! ❤️' with user description 'Today my Chun-Li post reached 1k likes, it's my first one to reach this milestone, so to celebrate this achievement I made a set focused on Chun-Li. Enjoy ❤️ Link to the post https://betterwaifu.com/pt-BR/post/xwdk7y0'
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1k likes! ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "One Night in Ruka"
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One Night in Ruka

octavian
AI art "In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago..."
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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
AI art "✨SPINNING BIRD KICK ✨"
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✨SPINNING BIRD KICK ✨

warmicestudios
AI art 'Would you take it ?'

Would you take it ?

abyssdiver
AI art "Some random prompts"
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Some random prompts

octavian
AI art "Original Characters"
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Original Characters

barry915
AI art "CHAPTER 2: “A new poison in town”"
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CHAPTER 2: “A new poison in town”

warmicestudios
AI art "Yor Dark Room ❤️"
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Yor Dark Room ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Ilyana'
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Ilyana

barry915
AI art "Anime's top silver-haired Goddesses"
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Anime's top silver-haired Goddesses

octavian
AI art 'Aura Captured' with user description 'The snow crunched beneath my boots as I approached the tavern, a solitary beacon of warmth in this frozen wasteland. My violet hair whipped in the biting wind, and the **Scales of Obedience** at my hip rattled—a reminder of my absolute authority. I, Aura the Guillotine, did not fear these mortals. They were but insects whose lives were measured in the weight of their souls. As I reached the door, an old, obese man blocked my path, his face a map of filth and scars. "You killed them all," he rasped. "My entire bloodline. I challenge you, Aura. A measure of souls." My pride was my undoing. I scanned his mana; it was pathetic. I could have ended him instantly, but I wanted to see the despair on his face when his own soul condemned him. I summoned the Scales, pouring my vast, ancient mana into my side. The scale tipped instantly toward me. But seconds before his mana touched the plate, he drained a shimmering vial. It was a **Potion of Infinite Illusion**. It didn’t actually increase his power, but it tricked the magical logic of the scales, making his mana appear as a bottomless, infinite abyss for five crucial seconds. The balance slammed down on his side with the force of a falling mountain. Because the scale "saw" him as superior, its magic bound my very soul to his will. "Silence," he commanded, his voice cold and flat. "Speak only when I tell you to. Only do what I want you to do." He took me to his new home town, a place I destroyed 60 years ago, rebuilt by the child i dis not kill that time.. he ordered me to serve every one of them, and i Did... one after another, no resting.. some where big, big as monsters, their bodies made mine look small, After forty-eight hours of being used by every man in his village—my demonic body cruelly resetting my anatomy to a virgin state after every violation—he led me to a stone square. "Put your head and hands through here," he ordered, pointing to a heavy, stone-and-iron guillotine frame. "**Wait here in this position in silence until I return. And keep serving anyone who comes to use you.**" He never came back. I have been in this position for seven hundred years. My neck and wrists are locked into the frame, my spine permanently arched, my rear perpetually exposed to the whims of the kingdom that grew around my shackle. I have forgotten the sound of my own voice; the concept of speech has withered in my mind like a dead leaf. I have forgotten the taste of food and the warmth of a bed. Most importantly, I have never slept. My demonic stamina ensures I remain wide awake, forced to witness every second of my degradation through the centuries. The square is never empty. I have become a living monument, a landmark of flesh and stone. Around the base of my pedestal, a permanent slum of forty hobos has taken root. They live in wretched huts built against my legs, treating my body as a communal hearth. While the city sleeps, they take turns fucking me all night long, their unwashed bodies a constant weight against my cold skin. During the day, travelers from across the world join the queue. Sometimes five or six men use me simultaneously—one at my mouth, others at my pussy and anus—clambering over each other to claim a piece of the monster. My body is a cursed masterpiece of regeneration. It is a biological nightmare of rapid recovery. One second, a man withdraws and my ass is left **extremely gaped**, a dark, distended void pulsing from the trauma of his intrusion; in the very next second, the demonic magic surges through my tissue, sealing the opening until it is **virgin again**. I am a perpetual loop of destruction and restoration, a tight, "pure" vessel that is torn open by the next stranger only to reset before his seed even cools. I no longer think of magic. The only thing that exists is the count. I have become a living abacus. One billion. One billion and ten. The number is the only thing I truly know. I watch the fashion of the men change and the seasons bleed into centuries. I am a hole in the center of the world, a silent vessel that has processed the seed of entire lineages. I am the first demon to ever feel the sting of a tear, a single drop of salt water that has carved a permanent track down my weathered face—a testament to a billion men and an eternity of silence.'
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Aura Captured

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Redhead having a passionate time"
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Redhead having a passionate time

bian1981gt
AI art "THANK YOU ALL!!!!!!"
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THANK YOU ALL!!!!!!

warmicestudios
AI art 'Ruka ❤️'
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Ruka ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Let's go Cosplay part 1"
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Let's go Cosplay part 1

octavian
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