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AI art "From mermaid to maid."
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From mermaid to maid.

zuzul
AI art 'Nami Cosplay'
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Nami Cosplay

barry915
AI art "Chun-li Paizuri"
10

Chun-li Paizuri

zuzul
AI art 'Snow Gangbang' with user description 'Some hot cold scenes ❤️'
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Snow Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art '1k Followers ❤️' with user description 'Thanks guys ❤️ here is one of favourites (and best work) so far. I would apreciate if you like and comment what was you favourite photo.. it cost at least 250 credits to make 😞 (because of the feet one) Well, enjoy have a nice fap The art room was bathed in the warm, orange glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the easels and scattered sketches. Naoto, or "Senpai" as he was perpetually known, had stepped out to clear some space in the storage closet, leaving Nagatoro and the visiting Marin Kitagawa alone. Marin had stopped by to consult on a potential cosplay project, but the conversation had quickly shifted as Nagatoro observed the way the blonde girl’s eyes lingered on Senpai’s back whenever he moved. "You’re totally staring, Kitagawa-san," Nagatoro teased, her signature mischievous grin stretching across her face as she leaned against a desk. Marin jumped, her face turning a shade of pink that rivaled the sunset. "W-What? No, I was just looking at the... the perspective in his drawing! It’s really impressive!" Nagatoro let out a sharp, feline cackle. "Liar! You’ve been thirsty for my gross Senpai since you walked in. It’s written all over your face." She walked closer, her eyes narrowing with a playful, predatory glint. "But I don't blame you. He’s surprisingly... capable, once you get past all the stammering." Marin fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart racing. "Is it that obvious? He’s just so dedicated to his craft, and he’s actually really kind. I didn't think you’d be so open about it, Nagatoro-san." "Well, I’m the only one allowed to bully him," Nagatoro said, her tone shifting slightly. She stepped into Marin’s personal space, lowering her voice. "But honestly? He’s been working so hard lately. I think he needs a real reward. Something that’ll blow that shy little mind of his. And I’ve been thinking... I wouldn't mind sharing the fun if it’s with someone who actually appreciates him." Marin’s eyes widened, her breath catching. "Sharing? You mean... a threesome? With Senpai?" "Why not?" Nagatoro shrugged, though her blush was starting to match Marin’s. "Think about it. Two girls like us, giving him the best experience of his life. He’d probably faint from the shock, but once he gets going, he’s a lot more intense than he looks. Don't tell me you haven't imagined it." Marin’s mind raced. She thought about Naoto’s steady hands, his quiet intensity, and the way he looked when he was focused. The idea of being with him, guided by Nagatoro’s fearless energy, sent a jolt of heat through her. "I... I have. But I didn't want to overstep. He’s your Senpai." "He is," Nagatoro whispered, leaning in to Marin’s ear. "Which is why I’m inviting you. It’ll be a masterpiece, Kitagawa. Much better than any cosplay photo. We can show him exactly how much we like him. Together." The door creaked open, and Naoto walked back in, wiping dust from his hands. "Okay, I cleared out the—" He stopped mid-sentence, sensing the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room. Both girls were staring at him, their faces flushed and their eyes bright with a shared, secret intent. "Senpai~" Nagatoro chirped, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Kitagawa-san and I were just discussing a new art project. A live study. And we decided we need you as the center of it." Before Naoto could protest, Marin stepped forward, her initial hesitation replaced by a bold, nervous excitement. "She’s right, Senpai. I really want to... participate. If that’s okay with you?" The confusion on Naoto’s face didn't last long as the girls began to lead him toward the large lounge chair in the corner of the room. The transition from teasing to reality was seamless. Nagatoro took the lead, her hands moving with a possessive confidence, while Marin followed, her touch gentle but eager. The art room became a sanctuary of shared heat. They shared Senpai’s cock with a frantic, coordinated hunger, Nagatoro’s experienced playfulness perfectly complementing Marin’s genuine, overflowing passion. Naoto was overwhelmed, his senses pushed to their absolute limit as he was worshipped by both girls. The evening turned into a blur of tangled limbs and whispered praise, a masterpiece of intimacy that left all three of them breathless and utterly satisfied in the fading light.'
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1k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Marin Dark Room Gangbang"
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Marin Dark Room Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Paizuri"
5

Paizuri

zuzul
AI art 'Frieren has 1000 years of experience' with user description 'I see so many good close-up for @blackhairedstudent that i had to try one too. STILL DON'T KNOW HOW YOU PLAY WITH LIGHTING LIKE THAT but it's fine i kinda enjoy the results, especially this first shot Enjoy guys'
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Frieren has 1000 years of experience

herlin
AI art "Iommi Knows What You Like"
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Iommi Knows What You Like

ftfarmer
AI art 'Parda's Date Night' with user description 'Cyndel Vale pulled up to @parda with a sultry smile. The night air was cool against her skin as they parked in a secluded spot just off the road. She'd been teasing him the whole drive over, crossing and uncrossing her legs, letting her hand brush against his thigh. This sex date was exactly what he craved—raw, spontaneous, and filthy. "Come here," she purred, pulling him close by his shirt. Parda's hands were on her immediately, cupping her full, heavy breasts through the thin fabric. He squeezed them greedily, feeling her nipples harden under his palms. Cyndel moaned softly, arching her back to press them harder into his grip. "Mmm, you like that?" With a wicked grin, she tugged down her blouse in one smooth motion. Parda groaned at the sight, his cock already straining against his pants as he stared. She unzipped him eagerly. His thick dick sprang out, hard and throbbing. Cyndel wrapped her soft, warm breasts around his shaft, squeezing them together tightly for a deep, slippery titfuck. "Fuck my tits, baby," she whispered, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. Parda thrust between them, groaning as her soft flesh milked him. After a few minutes of that heavenly pressure, Cyndel switched it up. She took him into her mouth, sucking his dick with wet, sloppy enthusiasm—bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around the shaft, and taking him deep until her lips kissed his base. "Outside," she gasped, pulling back with a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She stood and bent over the hood of the car, hiking up her dress to reveal her bare, dripping pussy. Parda didn't hesitate. He slammed into her from behind, fucking her hard and deep right there in the open air. Cyndel's moans grew louder as he pounded her, one hand reaching around to grope her swinging tits. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair, yanking her head back as he thrust faster. "Yes! Pull it harder," she cried, pushing back against him. The intense rhythm sent waves of pleasure through her until Parda tensed up, burying himself deep and cumming hard inside her while gripping her hair like reins. As he started to pull out, still pulsing, Cyndel spun around and squatted down gracefully. She took his slick cock back into her mouth, sucking and stroking the last drops of his load from him, swallowing every bit with a satisfied hum. She licked him clean, then looked up with a playful smile, wiping her lips. "Mmm, that was a good time, Parda. Thanks for the hot fuck." She stood up, adjusting her dress casually. "Now... what's your friend @warmicestudios' number? I think I'd like to see what he can do next." @peterco @zuzul @cef_ultra @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @hollenwulf @casca_kirei-onna'
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Parda's Date Night

octavian
AI art 'Momo Hot Spring Reimagined' with user description 'The steam rose thick and heavy around the outdoor hot spring, just like in those old mountain inns from the stories. Lanterns flickered softly, reflecting on the dark water. I sank deeper into the heat with a sigh, my bare skin prickling from the temperature. My name is Momo Ayase, 1* years old, a medium who kicks spirit ass for a living. I'd snuck in here after a long day to unwind. *This better be worth it. No ghosts, no idiots interrupting.* Then the splashing started. Footsteps. A lot of them. At least fifteen old ugly men shuffled into the women's side of the spring—wrinkled faces, sagging bellies, crooked teeth, leering eyes. No towels, no shame. They surrounded me in the water, closing the circle fast. "Oi! What the hell do you fossils think you're doing?! This is the women's bath, you pervy old bastards! Get out before I make you regret it!" I yelled, voice loud and sharp, standing up straight even as the water made my head feel fuzzy. I glared right at the leader, a fat balding one with a nasty scar. *These ugly creeps don't scare me. I'm tough. I'll handle this like always.* They laughed. The leader lunged first, grabbing my wrist with surprising strength. "Pretty medium girl all alone. Perfect for us." Another grabbed my shoulder from behind, pushing me back into deeper water. I swung my free arm, elbowing one in the chest. "Bastards! Let go! You think you can touch me?!" But there were too many. Hands everywhere—rough, calloused, groping my arms, waist, thighs. They dragged me to the center. The heat was messing with me, making my limbs heavy, my thoughts slower. *Damn it... just like that time with the spirits. Stay focused, Momo. Fight back.* They got what they wanted. Three of them forced in at once. The leader shoved his thick cock deep into my pussy, stretching me wide. Another ugly old man pushed into my ass from behind, the pressure intense. A third grabbed my hair and rammed into my mouth, filling my throat. Triple penetration—my body stuffed full as they started thrusting in rough, sloppy rhythm. The water splashed wildly around us. "Mmph— you disgusting perverts! I'll kill you for this— ngh!" I tried to growl around the cock in my mouth, eyes watering but glaring hard. I bit down warningly, kicking my legs. *This can't break me. I'm strong. I face worse every day. Don't let them see you weak.* But inside, it was cracking me apart. The overwhelming fullness hit every spot at once, sending brutal waves of pleasure through me. My walls clenched hard despite myself. *No... it feels too good. Their ugly cocks are ruining me. Why is my body like this?* The other twelve watched, stroking themselves, groping my tits, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples. They rotated fast—more hands forcing my legs wider, more cocks taking turns in the three holes. "Look at her acting brave," one cackled. I kept fighting on the surface, spitting curses when my mouth was free. "Is that all you got, you worthless wrinkly idiots?! I've beaten scarier ghosts than your limp dicks! Get off me!" My voice stayed defiant, brave face locked in, but my mind was shattering. Extreme pleasure ripped through me as the first orgasm hit hard—my pussy and ass spasming around two cocks while the third fucked my throat deeper. I came so violently my vision blurred, legs shaking underwater, but I forced it down, replacing moans with angry grunts. "Not... enjoying this... at all... you bastards!" *Fuck... another one's coming. It's too much. I'm breaking. The heat, their roughness—I'm cumming again and again. Hate how good it feels.* They didn't stop. The gangrape went on relentlessly in the steamy spring. Three at a time, always—pounding my holes, filling me with cum that leaked into the water. They used my hands and breasts too, covering me in their seed. I kept the tough act, headbutting one, yelling "Idiots!" and "Perverted old shits!" between gasps. But internally I was lost. Each orgasm broke me more. *I'm supposed to be unbreakable like that girl in the stories. Yet here I am... getting destroyed by fifteen ugly old men. The pleasure is extreme. My body wants more even as I fight.* It felt like forever—the constant thrusting, the rotations, the way they laughed while using me. My brave mask held, but my thoughts were pure chaos: *Don't submit. Stay strong. But god... it's so deep. So full. Cumming again—shit!* Finally, they pulled back, satisfied, chuckling as they waded out and left me slumped against the rocks. Body marked with bruises and handprints, leaking from every hole, panting heavily. I floated there alone, the steam still swirling peacefully. My chest heaved. *Those ugly old bastards* A secret exhausted smile tugged at my lips. My body still twitched with aftershocks, deep satisfaction settling in. It broke me inside... the pleasure was insane. I acted tough but fuck, I loved how they took me. Maybe they will come back tomorrow night so i can have my revenge'
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Momo Hot Spring Reimagined

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Pip Tests"
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Pip Tests

goobygubby
AI art 'Asuka New Swimsuit' with user description 'I was browsing swimsuits online for Olympic training when I found a sleek white one. Negative reviews said it felt like wearing nothing and turned sheer when wet. That sounded perfect for cutting drag. I bought it right away. It arrived days later. I tried it on — thin fabric hugged my body, back exposed, feeling almost weightless. I snapped mirror selfies, posted on Instagram: "New suit for Olympic prep 🔥 Less is more 💪 #SwimLife #AsukaLangley". Likes exploded, breaking my record fast. Energized, I went to the public pool near my apartment. Wednesdays it was closed for cleaning, but I needed to test it. The janitor, a fan, let me in blushing. "A-Asuka-san, big fan!" I dove in and crushed my laps. Best times of my life — nearly two seconds faster on 200m freestyle. This suit was gold. Panting, I climbed out. "Hey, Mr. Janitor. Take some photos for my Insta, like usual." He stuttered, face red, hands shaky, but snapped many shots as I stretched, arched my back, posed confidently. I had no idea the soaked suit was fully transparent. "Thanks. I'm going to the locker room to change. Send me the best ones." I entered but he followed. "Hey! What the hell?! Get out, pervert! This is the girls' locker room!" He showed his phone. "See them first..." My face went nuclear red. The suit hid nothing — breasts and hard nipples fully visible, pussy lips outlined, ass completely bare. I looked naked in every provocative pose. "Delete them right now, you creep!" But he stayed calm. "You know what you have to do for me to erase those photos, right?" "Ha?! Are you serious?!" I snapped back in classic Asuka style, arms tight over my chest, voice sharp with venom. "Dream on, loser! Who do you think I am? I'm Asuka Langley Soryu, Japan's best swimmer! I'm not doing anything for a creepy old janitor like you!" His expression hardened. "Do you think the national team will send a whore to compete for them? If these photos leave my phone, you're done. Sponsorships, fame, Olympics — all gone." My stomach dropped. "I can say they were taken without consent! I'll tell everyone I'm a victim!" He turned the screen back to me, scrolling slowly. "Look at the photos, Asuka. You're posing. Biting your lip. Arching your back. Making cute victory signs. Those aren't the faces of a victim. Your story won't hold up." My hands started shaking. Desperation crept in. "Mr. Janitor... please... I thought you were a fan. I really did..." "I am a fan," he said quietly. "I'll always support you. But you've been training here almost every Wednesday for a whole year now... and you don't even know my name, do you?" That hit deep. My eyes stung with tears. Pride crumbling, face burning crimson, I looked away. "Fine..." I muttered through gritted teeth, voice trembling. "I'll do it... but only this once! And when we're done, you promise you'll let me delete every single photo myself. All of them. Got it?!" He nodded. "Okay." He told me to suck his penis first. My face stayed full-blown red as I dropped to my knees on the cold tiles, still in the soaked see-through suit. "You disgusting pervert..." I whispered, but took his thick cock into my mouth. I sucked sloppily, gagging, cheeks flaming with humiliation the entire time. He didn't finish that way. Grabbing my red hair, he forced my face down onto the floor, ass up high. Then he thrust hard into my tight anus. "AAAHH!!" The pain was explosive. I screamed, tears pouring down my flushed face. "It hurts so much! Take it out, you bastard! It's ripping me apart!!" My body shook violently. He ignored my cries, pounding deep and relentless. We switched positions again and again — reverse cowgirl on the bench with my breasts bouncing, one leg up against the lockers, doggy style on the floor. The burning agony slowly, shamefully turned into pleasure. My pussy dripped wet, moans mixing with sobs. He knew exactly how to handle a woman, hitting every spot. When he finally came deep inside my ass, flooding me, I collapsed panting. "Give me your phone now... we're done, right?" But he was still rock hard. "Get on your knees and clean it." "I won't!" I protested, horrified. "Want my dick full of cum and shit going straight into your pussy next?" Defeated and red-faced, I obeyed. I licked him clean with my tongue. The filthy taste of cum mixed with my ass overwhelmed me. The deep submission made my body tremble violently.. and I came hard right there on my knees. My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs in a humiliating orgasm while sucking his dirty cock. That shattered my last resistance. I completely gave myself to him. For hours he rotated between my soaked pussy and stretched asshole, fucking me in every position. I was a sobbing, moaning mess — crying from overwhelming pleasure, legs quaking, back arched as he used me. "Y-you idiot. don't stop.." slipped out between broken insults. I took his phone and erased the photos.. but asked him to continue. He came 5 times i came 9. "See you next Wednesday i said"'
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Asuka New Swimsuit

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Emma witch Training' with user description 'The roads after the civil war felt heavier somehow, scarred by battles that still echoed in my memories. I am Emma Millstein, and though peace had returned to Erebonia, my magical abilities remained unsettled—threads of arcana slipping from my grasp like frayed silk. Celine had insisted on this journey to seek ancient ley lines, but I pressed on with quiet determination. My purple hut stood grounded in a quiet clearing as I reached the misty crossroads lined with ancient oaks. There sat Celine, my feline familiar, perched elegantly on a weathered stone, tail flicking with her usual impatience. Her golden eyes narrowed as I approached. "Celine," I said softly, adjusting my witch's hat with a gloved hand. My voice carried the polite restraint of my noble upbringing. "My powers have not recovered as I hoped since the war's end. The spells feel diminished. The elements respond with delay. Do you know of any method to strengthen them? Anything at all that might help?" Celine licked her paw once, then fixed me with that sharp gaze. "Meow, Emma, you're always so serious. There is one hidden way, but I'm not sure if it actually works. It's old folklore. Rose does it almost every week down in the settlements. Claims it replenishes her life energy." My cheeks warmed slightly, but I kept my composure. "What is this method, Celine? If it's possible, I wish to try it. I've come too far to dismiss any path to restoration. Tell me plainly." The cat stretched lazily. "It's life energy absorption, through intimate means. You have to draw it from men—the more, the better. Make them cum inside you, on your body, or in your mouth. Their vital essence transfers that way, supposedly flooding a witch's core with raw power. I've caught Rose doing it with the male villagers more than once. She'd take them all, letting them use her until she glowed. But Emma... it's not elegant sorcery. It's messy. Primal." I stood there a long moment, refined sensibilities clashing with necessity. The idea was crude, far beneath the dignified arts of the Millstein line, yet the war had taught uncomfortable sacrifices. My heart raced with hesitation, a flush creeping up my neck, but my voice remained steady. "If Rose can manage it weekly and maintain her strength, then... it does not hurt to try. For the sake of my magic, and to better protect what remains dear. I will endure it." Celine's tail swished. "Your choice, witch." Word spread quickly through the nearby small village via a subtle illusion spell. By evening, they arrived—more than forty men, farmers and laborers, drawn by curiosity. I welcomed them into my grounded purple hut, lit by soft magical orbs. Standing tall in my dark dress, I spoke with quiet resolve. "I seek only to restore my strength. Give what you will, and I shall receive." They were not gentle. Hands pulled at my clothing, stripping me bare and tossing me onto the bed like discarded cloth. I gasped as the first burly man claimed my mouth, his thick length pushing past my lips while I struggled to maintain composure. Another spread my legs, entering me without preamble, the stretch burning. Pain bloomed, but I focused inward, seeking any trace of life energy. They used me relentlessly, passing me like a shared toy. Flipped onto hands and knees, one pounded my pussy while another forced into my ass, the dual invasion bringing tears. Cum splattered my breasts and face as others stroked over me. I swallowed what I could, salty and overwhelming, while more flooded inside, leaking from every hole. They tossed me around the hut—lifted and impaled, bent over the table, held between two thrusting in rhythm. Slaps echoed, grunts filled the air. Over forty men rotated through the night, using every way imaginable: double penetration, hands and mouth filled, seed coating my hair, thighs, pooling beneath me. By dawn, I lay wasted on my bed, legs splayed, my refined form gaped and trembling. Cum poured from my stretched pussy and ass in thick streams. My skin glistened with layers of it, body aching with raw pain. Nausea twisted my stomach from the excess. Celine padded in, leaping onto the bed's edge. She surveyed the scene, nose wrinkling. "Celine," I rasped, voice hoarse yet polite, barely lifting my head. "I don't feel anything new. Only pain and nausea. It burns everywhere. No new strength, no clearer arcana. Just this emptiness." The cat tilted her head, amusement in her tone. "Well, Emma dear, maybe Rose is just a little whore who enjoys getting fucked senseless every week. Some ancient ways are just excuses for that. You might need a different spark." I closed my eyes, lying there full and broken, the war's scars no lighter. My quest continued, but this path brought only weariness.'
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Emma witch Training

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Tsunade Dark Room'
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Tsunade Dark Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'selfie'
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selfie

jlixard
AI art 'Nagatoro Pink Room'
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Nagatoro Pink Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Ichika Pink Room'
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Ichika Pink Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Praying ❤️' 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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Praying ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Annie Revisiting'
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Annie Revisiting

blackhairedstudent
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