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AI art "Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings on the subway."

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Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings on the subway.

AI art '📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test' with user description 'Reference image test

I recently saw this hot sexy mirror selfie pose 🔥 in a photo - sitting, hands hooked under the knees - and I wanted to replicate it using a prompt. Impossible, no matter what I tried. Nada! 🤔

So I tried using that pic as a reference image just for the sake of the pose and completely changed the setting and added a hoodie with cat ears. Though, not the best results, but it works (no negative prompt, no mods). So which of the 12 is the best one? 😏

Uodate: @zesoul crafted the prompt that works 👍'

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📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test

AI art "Fucking Final Fantasy"

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Fucking Final Fantasy

AI art "Rosalina's Lap Pillow"

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Rosalina's Lap Pillow

AI art 'Tribute to Dragonmoon X' with user description 'Maybe I'm showing my age, but does anyone remember this?'

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Tribute to Dragonmoon X

AI art "Southern Girls do it better"

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Southern Girls do it better

AI art 'My personal Mona(lisa)'

My personal Mona(lisa)

AI art "The Quintessential Quintuplets - The horny sisters"

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The Quintessential Quintuplets - The horny sisters

AI art '🎉 2K followers unlocked!' with user description 'Wow — 2,000 of you are now following along!

This milestone feels like the right moment to pause, look back on the journey, and publish some pics I’ve never shared before 🙂'

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🎉 2K followers unlocked!

AI art "!!!THE VACATION!!! extra. part 0."

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!!!THE VACATION!!! extra. part 0.

AI art 'Rosalina Casting' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone.
Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever.
"Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion."
Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless."
"It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic."
Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?"
"I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant."
Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence.
"The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat."
Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise."
Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out."
"And?" Frieren asked softly.
"I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured."
Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection.
"You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme."
Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren."
"If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy."
"Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'

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Rosalina Casting

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AI art "Ai Hoshino"

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Ai Hoshino

AI art '!!!THE VACATION!!!:The appearance of Kalyra. part 4.' with user 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.

AI art 'Nintengirls' with user description 'Nsfw this time. Please don't send your lawyers.'

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Nintengirls

AI art "🎶 Song lyrics: Venus in Blue Jeans"

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🎶 Song lyrics: Venus in Blue Jeans

AI art 'Genshin Impact'

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Genshin Impact

AI art "Sun vs Moon"

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Sun vs Moon

AI art "Itsuki"

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Itsuki

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Tanpa Judul

AI art 'Tenko Casting' with user description 'The air in the Ultimate Artist’s studio was thick with the scent of incense and expensive acrylics. Tenko Chabashira sat cross-legged on a velvet cushion, her usual defensive posture replaced by a restless, fidgety energy. She wasn't looking at Angie Yonaga; instead, she was staring at her own calloused palms, her face flushed a deep, burning crimson that clashed with her green hair ribbons.
"Angie... Atua speaks to you, right?" Tenko whispered, her voice uncharacteristically small. "He knows everything... including the things we try to hide even from ourselves?"
Angie tilted her head, a serene, knowing smile dancing on her lips. "Atua sees into the deepest corners of the heart, Tenko! He says you have a very... heavy secret. A desire that fights against your Neo-Aikido spirit."
Tenko let out a shaky breath, her composure finally breaking. "I hate degenerate males! I really do! But... there is this fantasy. It’s been haunting my dreams. I imagine myself in the **Madison Square Garden**—the center of the fighting world. I’m in the ring, the lights are blinding, and thousands of people are screaming. I’m facing a man who is simply... better. Faster. Stronger. I fight with everything I have, but he systematically breaks my defense. I want to feel the moment where my Neo-Aikido fails me completely."
She leaned in closer, her eyes wide with a mix of shame and longing. "In the dream, once I’m beaten, lying breathless on the canvas, he doesn't just take the trophy. He takes *me*. Right there, in the center of the ring, he claims me by force while the world watches. And then... the crowd. The entire audience of men pours over the barricades. Hundreds of them, thousands, all taking turns, using every part of me until I’m nothing but a vessel for their collective victory. I want to be utterly defeated and then utterly used."
Angie clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling. "Atua is so pleased with your honesty, Tenko! And because Atua is kind, he will make this happen for you. A grand ritual of submission!"
Angie didn't waste a moment. Using her connections and the strange, limitless resources of the academy, she organized the "Ultimate Exhibition." She didn't just pick a random fighter; she scouted the most brutal Muay Thai champion in the world—a man whose shins were like iron and whose clinch was an inescapable trap. She moved the "ritual" to a private, high-stakes replica of the Garden, filling the seats with the most fervent, high-energy crowd imaginable.
The plan was surgical. Tenko was led into the ring, the roar of the crowd hitting her like a physical wave. She saw the fighter—a towering wall of muscle—and felt a thrill of terror. Angie sat in the front row, a conductor of the upcoming chaos. "Do your best, Tenko! Atua is watching!"
The fight was a masterpiece of one-sided destruction. Tenko’s Neo-Aikido was useless against the champion's crushing leg kicks and sharp elbows. Every time she tried to throw him, he countered with a knee that stole her breath. Finally, a high kick caught her temple, and she collapsed onto the canvas, her world spinning.
The champion didn't wait for a count. He dropped onto her, pinning her wrists to the mat as the crowd erupted into a frenzied, primal roar. Tenko felt the first wave of forced possession, the weight of a superior male finally crushing her spirit as he claimed his "prize" in the center of the world's most famous ring. And then, as planned, the gates opened.
"It was the most terrifying and magnificent collapse of my life," Tenko later whispered, her voice trembling at the memory. "The moment the first man finished and was immediately replaced by three more, I felt my identity as a warrior dissolve. I was no longer a person; I was a communal resource. I felt the rhythmic, relentless thud of the entire crowd—thousands of them—as they rotated through my mouth, my pussy, and my anus for hours on end. I was stretched, filled, and discarded, only to be grabbed again by the next pair of hands. My jaw ached, my core was a raw, throbbing void, and I was coated in a layer of their collective victory so thick I couldn't feel the air on my skin. To be used by an entire stadium of degenerate males... it was the ultimate defeat, and for the first time, I finally felt completely, blissfully powerless."'

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Tenko Casting

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