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AI art '500 Angelic Desires ✨🪽' with user description 'Thank you so much for 500 Followers! 🎉 I can hardly believe that so many of you like my random stuff here, but thank you! 😳♥️ @octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel'
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500 Angelic Desires ✨🪽

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AI art '1000 Victories ⚔️🔥' with user description '1000 followers.... Honestly, that number still feels a little unreal to me. So for this milestone, I wanted to create something that feels worthy of a proper celebration: magnificent warrior women in ornate armor, marked by countless battles but still standing proud, powerful and dangerously beautiful. 🔥 Thank you to every single person who followed, supported, commented or simply enjoyed the madness along the way. This is my 1000 follower special. And I hope it feels as glorious as the milestone deserves. 🖤⚔️ @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 @artfx85 @murcie @doggomage'
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1000 Victories ⚔️🔥

reptorn
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AI art 'Tempted by Steel ⚔️' with user description 'Dark leather, polished metal and a smile that makes danger look like an invitation. 🖤🔥 @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel'
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Tempted by Steel ⚔️

reptorn
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AI art "The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar"
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The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar

octavian
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AI art 'Armored Elegance ⚔️' with user description 'Some armor is made for battle. Some armor is made to make victory look dangerously beautiful. ✨🖤 @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel'
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Armored Elegance ⚔️

reptorn
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AI art '🍑 Pocahont-ass' with user description 'Since the native American girl sets are now up and gainining popularity, here are my old sketches from when I was testing the new Arthemy Comics Illustrious v8.0 model back then, just random pictures, exploring prompts, weapons, colors, outfits or boobs, but I hope you will enjoy 😏'
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🍑 Pocahont-ass

peterco
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AI art '“Bred for Battle"' with user description '"From the very moment they were conceived, the Spardan Girls were bred for one purpose and one purpose alone: To kill or die in battle. They know not fear nor retreat. They know not yield nor surrender. Shoulder to shoulder they stand. Their enemy’s blood on their faces is their most sacred trophy worn with pride. When they leave home they come back victorious or they don’t coma back at all" 🗡️🛡️ Excerpt from “The Odassey” by Warmus Aurelious.'
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“Bred for Battle"

warmicestudios
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AI art "Eternal city 's glory"
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Eternal city 's glory

zuzul
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tentacle pleasure

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AI art '🥳 @reptorn's 1000 followers!' with user description 'Big congrats on 1000, @reptorn 🥳🥳🥳 @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @parda @cro_bo @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @zesoul @onlyyouprod @candylover @gildenstein @artfx85 @varcolac @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @hollenwulf'
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🥳 @reptorn's 1000 followers!

peterco
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Ancient godess

valtek
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AI art 'Ankha's Nightmares (Chapter 3)' with user description 'Here's the next chapter in Ankha's story! I hope you'll all enjoy it! ❤️ Previous chapters: 1) https://betterwaifu.com/post/grjrepy 2) https://betterwaifu.com/post/bf8emh3 2½) https://betterwaifu.com/post/ckfd5yr — Story time — For the past few weeks, Ankha had been haunted by nightmares almost every night. This dark, stormy evening was no exception. She stood frozen in that dreadful basement, her heart pounding as her eyes darted desperately around the dim space. There was no sign of Nagatoro or any of the other girls that were there before. She tried to call for help, but her voice refused to work. Just as she began to think she was alone, a flicker of movement caught her eye in the corner. Ankha spun around. A swarm of eerie, pale hands was crawling toward her—from the floor, the walls, even the ceiling. The horrifying image of that black-and-white bear flashed through her mind. She turned to run, but the hands were faster. One clamped around her ankle, yanking her off balance. She hit the ground hard, and more hands immediately seized her arms, legs, and torso. “No… let me go!” she tried to scream, but only a choked whimper escaped. The hands rolled her onto her back, pinning her down as several fingers crept toward her face. They forced their way into her mouth just as she finally managed to let out a blood-curdling scream. Ankha jolted awake, her own scream still echoing in her ears. She was drenched in cold sweat, tears streaming down her cheeks. Before she could even catch her breath, a sharp knock sounded at her bedroom door. “Ankha? Ankha!” Tara’s worried voice called from the hallway. “Is everything okay? We heard a scream!” With trembling hands, Ankha opened the door. Tara and her brother Terror2 stood there, both looking alarmed. The moment Tara saw Ankha’s tear-streaked face and shaking body, she stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug. “You’re okay… you’re safe,” Tara whispered, rubbing her back gently. Terror2 lingered awkwardly in the doorway. “What happened? Is she hurt?” Tara shot him a firm look over Ankha’s shoulder and jerked her head toward the hall, silently telling him to leave. He opened his mouth to protest, but after a moment he sighed. “Alright… I’ll be in my room if you need me.” He closed the door quietly behind him. Ankha clung to Tara, her sobs slowly easing. When she finally pulled back a little, Tara guided her over to the bed and sat beside her. “Talk to me,” Tara said softly. “What was it this time?” Ankha wiped her eyes with a shaky breath. “It’s the same nightmare again… that horrible basement. There were hands everywhere—coming out of the walls, the floor… They grabbed me and I couldn’t get away. And that bear… it always feels so real. I haven’t slept properly in weeks, Tara. I don’t know what to do anymore.” “Oh, Ankha…” Tara’s voice was full of sympathy. She squeezed her friend’s hand. “I wish I could make them stop. Have you tried anything that might help?” “Nothing works,” Ankha whispered, her voice cracking again. “I’m so tired…” Tara thought for a moment, then brightened. “Wait—I have a friend who might be able to help with this kind of thing. I’ll send her a message right now.” She started to stand, but Ankha quickly grabbed her wrist. “Please… don’t go,” she begged, eyes wide with fear. “Just stay with me a little longer.” Tara paused, then smiled gently. “I was only going to grab my phone from my room… but it can wait until morning.” She glanced at the bed. “Is there room for me here too?” Ankha’s face softened with relief. She nodded quickly. “There’s plenty of space. Thank you so much, Tara. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.” The two girls talked quietly for a while longer—about lighter things, silly memories, and anything that might chase the darkness away—until they eventually drifted off side by side. This time, Ankha found herself floating in a sea of soft pink clouds. Everything felt warm and gentle. Without even thinking, beautiful wings sprouted from her back, and she soared through the fluffy sky. All the fear from her earlier nightmare had vanished completely. For the first time in weeks, she felt safe and at peace—all thanks to her best friend Tara. — To be continued — Thank you all for reading! I really struggled to put a sexy scene in this chapter of Ankha's story. I didn't want it to feel forced, so in the end all I could do was add in a nice ending image. (Still not NSFW though... 😓) I promise the next chapter in Ankha's story will feature a lot more naked skin! (...or fur?) I hope you can still get some enjoyment out of this post @blackhairedstudent, god bless your soul. I pray for your account everyday! 😘 And lastly, let me tag everyone else as well! 🥰 @zerogroupe21 @doggomage @usagi77 @thoughtzi @octavian @heihund @cef_ultra @warmicestudios @parda @bad77 @barry915 @cro_bo @zesoul @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @goobygubby @peterco @a_casual_prompter'
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Ankha's Nightmares (Chapter 3)

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AI art "Order of the Rose Gold Knights"
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Order of the Rose Gold Knights

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Nintendo's Space Ladies

terror2
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AI art 'Kat PART 1'
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Kat PART 1

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Akame ga Kill

deathmask123
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Samurai

ririfake
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AI art "Arise Breast Vicar - The Legend of Dalia"
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Arise Breast Vicar - The Legend of Dalia

octavian
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AI art 'Wrath of the Princesses 1 - Ariel' with user description 'The depths of the ocean were silent, heavy, and intimate. Ariel moved through the glowing kelp forest, her long, fiery red hair floated around her naked body in silken waves, brushing against her breasts and the curve of her hips. The water caressed her like a lover—she had always loved this feeling. Tonight, it felt like foreplay before violence. She reached the hidden coral vault where the Sea King’s relics waited. With a flick of her wrist, the enchanted clamshell doors opened. Inside lay her armor. Ariel ran her fingers along the cold metal, feeling it warm to her touch. She smiled, sharp and hungry. Last, she took the trident. The weapon hummed with ancient power as her webbed fingers closed around its shaft. She spun it once, cutting the water with a low thrum that sent schools of fish fleeing in terror. “Time to play,” she whispered, voice distorted beautifully underwater. With a surge of her power, Ariel shot upward. She broke the surface at the exact moment the sun kissed the horizon. The beach was empty—pristine white sand stretching toward the distance. Perfect. Saltwater streamed down her body, tracing the deep valley between her breasts, sliding over the muscles of her stomach, and dripping from the hem of her scandalously short armored skirt. She tilted her head back, eyes glowing an unnatural aquamarine. Then she activated her water magic. The sea answered with savage joy. She threw her head back and screamed into the tempest, voice carrying over the thunder with raw, seductive power: “I am Ariel, daughter of the sea! The tides rise for me. The lightning bends to me. Come, sisters… Come and drown with me!” The massive storm rolled toward the ruined coliseum like a living thing—rain turning the ground to mud, wind tearing at distant banners, lightning promising that the first blood of the war would be drawn in water and fury. Ariel lowered the trident, a dark, aroused smile curving her lips as rain streamed down her face and between her breasts. The war had begun.'
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Wrath of the Princesses 1 - Ariel

octavian
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