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Hot chocolate

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I'm all yours

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AI art "Revy Gangbang"
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Revy Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Chapter 4: “Face to face”' with user description 'A dark piano playing in the background. A trumpet fills the air. A sexy, velvet female voice: “How the hell did this happen? One day everything is quiet and the next the whole department is running emergency drills?! Just last night I was making my regular rounds at Cum Gardens and everybody was behaving properly. People were just having sex minding their own business. Students were taken care of over at Waifu University. Just a regular Tuesday night and now… now that tranquility is gone!” - “I can’t stop thinking about what Barry told me as I was exiting his lab. He seemed really nervous” FLASHBACK - BARRY: - “Jennings, about your device… devices were custom made for each person. We needed to target their most sensitive areas and… (Nervous pause) Those devices are made to stimulate you and - to create THAT chemical reaction of…” - “Barry, what are you saying?” - “We need to keep you grounded and...” - “Grounded? What are you talking about?” - “What you are about to experiment HAS a reason. We didn’t just… there’s a reason just trust me, OK?!” As Detective Pearl walks through the maze, she goes into a darker area. All of a sudden: - “Oh, the thong - It’s vibrating! That means I must be close to… ooohhh!” A sudden jerk in her knees reveals that the vibrations have hit a spot. - “Oh, wow!!! Since… since I haven’t had sex in a long time, any stimulus feels very - powerful! Oohh, Genie! Oh, Genie, this feels…” Detective Pearl doesn’t know whether she should continue or back up on her tracks. - “C’mon, Pearl, wise up!! You have to know your enemy! You have to focus! What are you going to do if you stumble upon one of those things at an alley? Come on!!” Detective Pearl decides to continue forward. With each step the vibration in her clitoris grew stronger. - “IS THIS WHAT BARRY WAS TALKING ABOUT?!” Pearl thinks. “KEEP ME GROUNDED?! — Well it definitely forces me to stay focused!! Aahh…my clit” - “Wait!! S-sounds are coming from…” Detective Pearl approaches a darker area. - “It looks as if this area has been abandoned for a while, but… that wall. Is freshly painted! And there are foot marks on the floor!! Fresh footsteps. Someone has been here recently!” She keeps moving forward. Apparently it is a dead end. - “The footsteps, they go directly to that wall, they go… UNDER the wall!!” She leans against the wall as if trying to feel or sense something unusual. Suddenly, by the weight of her own body the wall moves. A secret corridor now lays in front of her. She has to move slowly until her eyes get accustomed to the darkness. And finally…the inevitable. - “They are real, they exist!!” Pearl’s entire life flashes in front of her eyes! There IT was, that thing, looking straight at her. Pearl freezes. She can’t move! That thing walking/crawling straight towards her, with that smile! That smile!!! (To be continued…)'
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Chapter 4: “Face to face”

warmicestudios
AI art 'Miko Slut ❤️'
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Miko Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
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Can't help it

viviesea
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Yukari's Valentine's Day inspiration

terror2
AI art 'Cyndel Vale needs to escape (ft. Captain Nemesis)' with user description 'Previously on "Cyndel Vale needs the money"..... Cyndel recovered more gold than she could possibly imagine from the enemy. Then she felt it - two soft, but firm hands on her breasts and the chilling voice of someone in her ear. "Well, well, well.....Looks like I have a new playmate." Then blackness as she was knocked unconscious. "Welcome to my playpen, Cyndel," Nemesis laughed. "Let's see how much you can take before dealing with the likes of me." Cyndel just laughed defiantly. "Clearly, you haven't seen what I've been dealing with for the last eight episodes. Do your worst." For the next 72 hours, Cyndel was tied to every type of device Nemesis had and inserted with all manner of objects. But Cyndel was trained to resist this types of torture. "Please," Cyndel scoffed. "I've been pounded harder at McDonald's." Nemesis grew anrgy. "You talk to much. Private Peterco, get the gag." The poundings continued until Nemesis was ready to play herself. Nemesis tried to break Cyndel, but underestimated how insatiable Cyndel's sexual appetite was. In the end, Cyndel exhausted her foe and simply walked out the door with a parting message. "Nice try, Captain, but if you take a swing at the queen, bring some bigger equipment next time."'
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Cyndel Vale needs to escape (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art '🍕 Waitress is back' with user description '... and because it's been 30° outside since Saturday, she's wearing a miniskirt and a V-neck t-shirt 😎 And you know how much I love waitresses 🥹'
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🍕 Waitress is back

peterco
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Hestia aventura #01

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AI art "Re: Nostalgia hits different"
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Re: Nostalgia hits different

terror2
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Tomb Raider

surbgent
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The chess Master Lesson 2

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Wiz

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AI art "Rivalry in Hestia Familia (Part 1/2)"
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Rivalry in Hestia Familia (Part 1/2)

terror2
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Caulifa Chained

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Nami Slut ❤️' with user description 'The two years the Straw Hat Pirates spent apart are officially remembered as a period of intense training, but Nami’s time on Weatheria left her with a realization: the New World was a place where information and resources were the only true currency. To ensure the Thousand Sunny could withstand the storms ahead and to secure the astronomical sums needed for the crew’s success, Nami devised a plan that only a woman raised under the iron grip of Arlong could conceive. She decided to exploit the world’s darkest markets by becoming the most coveted commodity in the Grand Line. ### The Navigator’s Contract Nami’s plan was a cold, calculated business move. She traveled to a lawless trade hub in the New World and negotiated a contract with a powerful underworld broker. The deal was simple: she would be sold as a public sex slave for six months, with sixty percent of all proceeds going into a private account. It was her choice, a strategic sacrifice of her own dignity to ensure the crew’s financial absolute security. She wasn't a victim; she was an investor. ### The Open Block of the Low Towns For those six months, Nami was the center of a bustling, open-air slave market. She was displayed daily on a wooden pedestal in the town square, wearing a heavy iron collar and Seastone-laced jewelry that kept her physically weak and submissive. Because the market was open to anyone with enough silver, Nami was accessible to the masses—merchants, weary sailors, and corrupt officials who viewed the "Cat Burglar" as a trophy to be used. The psychological shift was the most striking part of her transformation. Nami didn't just endure the role; she inhabited it with the same perfectionism she applied to her maps. She understood that her "market value" depended on her looking and acting completely broken. Every morning, she would drop to her knees in the dust, her eyes vacant, waiting for the first customer to claim her time. ### The Inked Asset To satisfy the dark whims of the marketplace, Nami’s body was treated as communal property. Throughout the day, as men used her in the shaded tents behind the block, they were encouraged to leave their mark. Using thick, charcoal-based ink, they scrawled degrading labels across her skin to denote her current status. **SLUT**, **PROPERTY**, and **COIN-GIRL** were written in jagged, dark letters across her midriff, thighs, and collarbones. By the end of each day, Nami was a map of insults. She viewed these marks with a chilling, professional detachment. Every smear of ink and every rough word whispered in her ear was a transaction recorded in her mind. *I am not being degraded,* she would tell herself while she knelt in the dirt, *I am being liquidated for the future of the crew.* ### The Routine of the Kennel The nights were the most grueling. When the market closed, Nami wasn't given a bed; she was kept in the communal slave kennel. Here, she functioned as the camp’s domestic animal. She was commanded to crawl between the guards and the other men who had paid for overnight stays, cleaning the evidence of their usage from the floor and from herself. She spent hundreds of nights on all fours, licking the remnants of the men's presence from her own skin and the leather boots of the guards at a single snap of a finger. The girl who once dreamed of drawing a map of the world spent her time mapping the grime of the kennel floor. The fear had long since evolved into a dark, conditioned devotion to the routine. She grew to crave the moments when she was most used, finding a strange, quiet peace in the total absence of her own agency. ### The Golden Return When the six months were up, Nami’s private vault was filled with enough Berries to buy a small nation. She watched with a flat, hollow expression as the lye was used to scrub the ink from her skin on her final day—the words **SLUT** fading away, but the memory of the heavy collar remaining as a phantom weight. When she finally stood on the shores of Sabaody, wearing her signature bikini top and long, flowing hair, she looked every bit the confident, haughty navigator. She greeted Luffy and the others with her usual sharp wit and obsession with their budget. No one suspected that the massive influx of gold that upgraded their ship and supplies was the literal price of her pride. Nami looked out at the sea, her eyes reflecting the horizon she was now free to navigate. She had been sold, marked, and used by the masses, and she had walked away with exactly what she wanted. She had conquered the darkest part of herself for the sake of the crew, and in her mind, the profit was more than worth the price.'
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Nami Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'The Price of Lies: Legend of Dalia' with user description 'It's been one week since Princess Dalia was blessed with the power of the Vicar. As the Pleasure Vicar, any sexual act she performed amplified the sensations a dozen fold. She was a near holy figure in court, much to the dismay of the other court ladies who saw thier influence wane with her arrival. Once such woman was Lady Heather, lady-in-waiting to Queen Consort Margaret. Heather met Dalia and thought she could spread rumors about her. She dismissed her gift as simple parlor magic - a low born woman from the Casi tribe could never be a Vicar. But Heather made the mistake of telling the wrong maiden and word got to the High Chancellor Sarah who sent the guards after her. She was collected by the Royal Guards who disguised thier punishment under the ruse of a simple gathering of high ladies. Then, without warning, the strongest snatched Heather by the face. "Lies in the court, Lady Heather? You know what happens to liars." He growled. Before she could respond, she was dragged to the dungeon. There was no bindings - none were needed. In this kingdom, the rules were understood and the were absolute. Heather paid the price as fifteen knights took turns on her. Over the next four hours, she was a plaything, holes filled as knights pumped cum into her over and over. After they were done, the knight captain simply stood over her. "Go clean yourself up. The Queen Consort needs attention." He said and departed with his knights. ************************ While Heather was being punished below, Princess Dalia was paying her tribute to the King in the throne room. King Korliss wanted to know first hand the full power of the Pleasure Vicar. Dalia rode his lordy shaft on the throne. He was massive, much bigger than the small dicks she was used to at the tavern. Her powers activated, sending the king into orgasm after orgasm - his mighty cock went flaccid, a feat no one had seen before. "By the Goddess, you are amazing, Dalia," Korliss said, spent. "The prophecy is true. The Vicars do have the power to fix this kingdom." "Prophecy?" Dalia asked. "Yes. Seek out High Priestess Lily. She can explain more." The King ordered. Dalia left the throne room, dripping and satisfied. Her quest had begun.'
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The Price of Lies: Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art 'Oz Bonus - Flying Monkies' with user description 'Requested by warmicestudios. It took a few tries to narrow down this look. I may have gone a bit extra with this one, lol. Hope you like it! (I was not able to get the little hats despite my best efforts, 🙃), 💙'
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Oz Bonus - Flying Monkies

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

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