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AI art 'My Cover Girl lineup' with user description 'Here's my current lineup of OCs. I'm thinking of making a permanent Native American or Asian woman to the roster. Let me know if you have any suggestions on a new lady: 1. Jennifer, the cheerful one 2. Celest, the strong one 3. Selina, the stylish one 4. Captain Nemesis, the psycho one 5. Haley, the country girl 6. Janice, the city girl 7. Elizabeth, the shy one 8. Suka, the soulless one 9. Cyndel, the (audience-named) Queen of the Waifus!'
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My Cover Girl lineup

octavian
AI art "More Fire Emblem Girls 3"
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More Fire Emblem Girls 3

onlyyouprod
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knuxd2
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jlixard
AI art "Ankha as inspired by YOU!"
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Ankha as inspired by YOU!

terror2
AI art 'Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'The journey to the port of Nightvale took three days. Dalia arrived at the bustling harbor. The smell of salt, fish, and tar hung heavy in the air. Tall masts creaked in the wind as ships rocked gently at the docks. Dalia walked through the crowded waterfront until they found the vessel they had been directed to: The Crimson Tide, a large, weathered merchant ship bound for Rivermoor. Old Captain Talos stood on the gangplank. He looked the group over slowly, his gaze lingering on each woman before settling on Dalia. “You want passage?” he asked, voice rough from years at sea. “We’re sailing with the tide tonight. But passage on the sea isn’t cheap.” Dalia stepped forward, her golden glow carefully muted. “I carry the King’s gold. Name your price.” Talos let out a low, humorless chuckle and shook his head. “Gold means nothing once we leave sight of land, little lady. Out there, the only currency that matters is flesh. If you want to sail on The Crimson Tide, you pay with sex. Every single day of the voyage. You will be available to the crew. Sixty men. They work hard. They fuck harder. You’ll serve them whenever and however they want.” “It’s a fifteen-day voyage across the sea,” Dalia said plainly. "I know," Talos responded. "These are the terms, Vicar." “I accept your terms, Captain. Fifteen days. I expect to be fed and not beaten. In return, you will take me safely to Rivermoor.” Talos grinned, eyes raking over the beautiful woman. “Smart choice, Princess. Welcome aboard The Crimson Tide.” He gestured toward the ship. The crew of sixty rough, hungry sailors watched from the deck with open lust as the woman began to board. As soon as the ship cleared the harbor and the last strip of land disappeared over the horizon, the rules changed. The crew of sixty men wasted no time. The gang-fucking began immediately and without mercy. The fifteen-day voyage had officially begun. Dalia closed her eyes, already mentally preparing herself for the long days and nights ahead. The lower galley of The Crimson Tide had become a nonstop orgy of flesh and cum. The sailors were relentless. There was no rest, no mercy, no breaks. As soon as one man finished, another took his place — sometimes two or three at once. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and salt. The wet, obscene sounds of cocks slamming into soaked holes, gagging throat sounds, and slapping skin filled the entire lower deck. On the fifteenth morning, the Crimson Tide finally sighted land. As the ship docked at the small port near Rivermoor, the exhausted woman stood at the railing, breathing in the fresh air like it was salvation. She got off at the Rivermoor Dock, sore, exhausted but closer to her objective. “I endured more than anyone should have to. Tomorrow I begin the search for the temple near here. But tonight… I recover.” @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent'
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Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art "Ideas for a new character?"
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Ideas for a new character?

wesley33
AI art 'Sadako' with user description 'A little test ! Wanted to try some dark ambiance/atmosphere stuff, tell me what you think :)'
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Sadako

murcie
AI art '⛈️ It's raining' with user description 'Sometimes girls are sad... and soaking wet'
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⛈️ It's raining

peterco
AI art "Idea for next character"
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Idea for next character

wesley33
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sisarah
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 3d' with user description '<This post continues from the 2b “follow the lady” decision > Something doesn’t sit right with you about the fairy. You can’t put your finger on it, it something about her eyes makes you uneasy. You turn away, ignoring the cries as best you can and follow after the lady. Soon, they fade away entirely. You walk in silence for a while, following the lady as closely as you dare. Her creamy skin still calls you to touch and you would rather not tempt yourself. Still, the whispered swish of her dress brushing her skin as she walked pulled you along as surely as if you had been tethered with a cord. Soon, a new sound echoed down the cave from somewhere up ahead. Water. You emerge into a large open space with an opening in the roof. The air here is cold but fresh and the water seems to almost glow faintly, its surface illuminated more than the faint sunlight should allow. The lady turns toward you, her arms outstretched. “Welcome to the Heartspring. All you must do to now is bathe in the waters. If the Woods accepts you, you will be welcome to stay for as long as you like.” You swallow your nerves and ask what will happen if it doesn’t accept you. She smiles. For some reason, her hand drifts to the seam of her dress where her fingers almost absentmindedly begin to undo the sole knot keeping the dress on properly. “Don’t worry. You’ve made it this far. You’ve proven yourself more than you know.” She steps gracefully into the water as she undoes the knot. You can see her entire hip now, the whole side of her body in profile like a porcelain statuette. “This spring is sacred ground though. You’ll have to remove your clothing.” She slips free of her shoulder straps and her dress falls around her waist. Her breasts sit fully exposed. They are round, plump, but still somewhat perky. Two perfect handfuls of femininity. She wastes no time in freeing herself from the last clutches of the emerald green fabric. It dips through the water as she tosses it aside onto the shore of the spring. You stand enthralled by her beauty. Her curves are wide and deep, an hourglass figure worthy of a goddess. Her skin is smooth and flawless and has a tautness to it that seems almost too youthful compared to her mature assets. It strikes you again just how unnaturally perfect she is. Your body is already reacting to the sight of her. Your arousal rises up again and you fell your heart pumping. She begins to bathe, gently lifting handfuls of water over her head with all the grace of a renaissance sculpture of Venus herself. Her wet hair begins to cling to her skin, the dark strands only serving to accent the gentle folds of her back, the ample curves of her breasts, the sloping arc of her lower back. Water droplets gather on her skin catching the light. You take a step closer, no longer able to resist. She turns to you with a slightly disapproving look, but she doesn’t scold you. “You were supposed to bathe with me.” Her voice was teasing, enticing, like she wanted you to banter back. You start to mumble something about her beauty, but she closes the distance before you can finish. “Let’s get those clothes out of the way, shall we?” She lifts your shirt over your head with no fuss. As soon as you are free of it, you become very aware of the cool water on your skin. It’s invigorating. Just cool enough to wake you up, but warm enough not to make you shiver. Her hands drift lower and you find yourself eagerly helping her. In moments, nothing stands between you anymore. “There, that’s better.” Her hands linger on your arms longer than they need to. She told you to bathe in the spring, but the look she’s giving you now… it’s like she’s feeling the draw too. Like her lips are silently begging for a kiss, her eyes whispering for you to pull her closer. < Decision Point - Do you bathe in the spring, or do you kiss her? >'
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 3d

usagi77
AI art 'Jasmine' with user description 'Jasmine gets locked up in a Persian jail.'
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Jasmine

kellkod985
AI art 'The Sacred Spring'

The Sacred Spring

usagi77
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Transparency

zuzul
AI art 'I'm so wet right now' with user description 'My girls are soaking wet for all of you... 1 - Jennifer 2 - Suka 3 - Janice 4 - Mika 5 - Celest 6 - Selina 7 - Cyndel 8 - Liz 9 - Shannon 10 - Rachel 11 - Coco 12 - Captain Nemesis 13 - Nina 14 - Dalia'
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I'm so wet right now

octavian
AI art 'Milk Factory' with user description 'Hey guys! :) Feel free to leave a comment or a like if you want more of this :D I'm open to any suggestion or request'
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Milk Factory

herlin
AI art "akumu? (Ayano)"
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akumu? (Ayano)

tacks0540
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Bulma

knockoutboi22
AI art "“A little Chinese girl (Part 1)”"
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“A little Chinese girl (Part 1)”

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