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

zuzul
AI art "2girls fun"
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2girls fun

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

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Anara getting in on the trend' with user description 'I never expected the mirror selfie from last time to blow up the way it has. I hit 500 followers so soon after reaching the 400 milestone, and had my first post that got over 350 likes. A big thank you to everyone again (You must be getting sick of me saying it so often.) Please enjoy Anara's Mirror Selfies, and her first time trying anal :)'
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Anara getting in on the trend

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AI art 'Power ❤️ Makima' with user description 'Makima and Power found themselves alone in a dimly lit room on the outskirts of Tokyo, the kind of hidden devil-hunting outpost that reeked of old blood and damp concrete. The mission had gone sideways— a powerful new devil had cursed them both with a binding contract. To break it and regain their full strength, they had to "exchange essence" in the most intimate way possible before sunrise. Makima, ever the composed Control Devil, had read the fine print with a faint smile. Power, the wild Blood Fiend, had laughed at first, calling it stupid... until the curse started draining their power, making their bodies burn with unnatural heat. "Fine! This stupid curse won't beat the great Power!" she growled, already shedding her blood-stained clothes. Her horns glistened, and her red eyes burned with a mix of defiance and growing arousal. Makima watched her with that serene, predatory gaze, slowly unbuttoning her own white shirt. "You'll enjoy this more than you admit, Power," Makima purred, stepping closer. "I can feel it already." They collapsed onto the old mattress in the corner, bodies pressing together. Makima took control at first, pushing Power onto her back and climbing over her in a 69 position. Power's thighs were thick and strong, her skin pale and surprisingly soft. Makima lowered her hips, pressing her slick, neatly trimmed pussy directly onto Power's eager mouth. Power didn't hesitate. Her long tongue immediately lapped hungrily at Makima's folds, tasting the sweet wetness that was already flowing. "Mmmph... you taste... good," she mumbled between messy licks, her usual arrogance melting into greedy moans. She dove deeper, sucking on Makima's clit before dragging her tongue back further to swirl around the tight ring of her anus. Power licked it sloppily, drooling heavily as she worshipped both holes, her saliva mixing with Makima's juices and dripping down her chin. Makima let out a soft, breathy moan—rare for her—grinding her hips down. "Good girl..." She leaned forward, burying her face between Power's spread legs. Power's pussy was soaking, puffy and pink, with a wild tuft of hair above it. Makima licked her slowly at first, savoring the metallic-sweet taste of the Blood Fiend, then lapped messily at her dripping entrance. Her tongue pushed inside, fucking her with wet, obscene sounds. Both of them were drooling constantly now, faces shiny and messy. Power moaned loudly into Makima's cunt, the vibrations making Makima shiver. "Ahhn~ Your asshole tastes so fucking dirty and good!" Power gasped before shoving her tongue back in, rimming her deeply while two fingers pumped into Makima's pussy. Makima returned the favor with equal enthusiasm, her elegant tongue flicking rapidly over Power's swollen clit before trailing down to lap at her twitching anus. She circled it lovingly, then pushed inside, making Power's hips buck wildly. They were lost in it, loving every second. Power's hands gripped Makima's ass, spreading her cheeks wider so she could bury her face completely, licking and sucking both holes with sloppy, drooling devotion. Makima's usual cold demeanor cracked as she whimpered and ground harder, her own drool running down Power's thighs while she ate her out with passionate hunger. "Fuck... Makima... I love your pussy... love your ass..." Power babbled between long, wet licks, completely addicted. "You're mine, Power," Makima whispered back, voice thick with lust as she sucked on Power's clit and fingered her tight anus. "And I love devouring you like this." They kept going for hours, switching positions, faces always buried in each other's dripping, saliva-soaked pussies and asses. The curse broke somewhere in the middle of their second mutual orgasm, but neither stopped. They just kept licking, drooling, and loving every filthy, affectionate second of it.'
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Power ❤️ Makima

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Annie Revisiting'
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Annie Revisiting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Ichika Pink Room'
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Ichika Pink Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro Pink Room'
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Nagatoro Pink Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Devil Slut Nagatoro ❤️"
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Devil Slut Nagatoro ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Please…."
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Please….

octavian
AI art 'Nagatoro Hotel'
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Nagatoro Hotel

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Mirror Selfie Trend!"
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Mirror Selfie Trend!

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AI art "Rosalina's bondage"
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Rosalina's bondage

zuzul
AI art 'Overwatch girls feeling themselves'
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Overwatch girls feeling themselves

dreadcaptjames
AI art 'Frieren Cold Winter' with user description 'The snowstorm trapped me in their remote hut long before the hero's call ever reached me. I, Frieren, an elven mage wandering the northern lands, had sought only shelter from the blizzard. Two human brothers lived there—Garr and Lorn. Kind and respectful, they offered me warm broth without lingering glances. Shirtless always, their bodies sculpted by labor, they claimed their skin had adapted to the cold over years. "We don't feel it anymore," Garr said calmly. I found it curious but irrelevant. Days passed in white isolation. Boredom crept in for them. "Lady Frieren, any fun magic to pass the time?" Lorn asked politely one evening. I recalled Serie's garden that day—her naked form covered in cum, holes gaped by six men. She had told me, "When boredom strikes, I use this spell on myself. It makes everything vivid." She warned never to cast it on men. The reason slipped my ancient memory. I cast it on myself, then them. Pink light bloomed. Their cocks swelled instantly, doubling in thickness and length, monstrous and veined. Heat consumed me. Rational thought vanished. "I need those fat, huge cocks inside me right now," I said in my usual flat tone, cheeks flushed. "Don't make this elf beg." The magic overpowered their respect. Garr pinned me to the table, thrusting his enlarged dick deep into my tight pussy. I gasped softly. "Yes... stretch this ancient elf cunt with your massive human cock." Lorn pushed into my mouth, bulging my throat. I sucked hungrily, eyes calm yet glazed with need. What followed was relentless. They fucked me for hours in every way. Double vaginal, both gigantic shafts forcing my walls apart until I felt deliciously ruined. "Deeper, you big-dicked fools. Pound this slutty elf hole." Double anal came next, my ass stretched wide as they alternated and then filled me together. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, suspended between their strong bodies. Positions blurred—riding reverse, bent over the hearth, legs over shoulders. Cum flooded me endlessly, dripping from every gaped opening, yet their erections never softened. Five full days. The spell's curse showed: on men, it lasted without mercy. I meditated seven hours daily to recover mana, but they continued thrusting into my sleeping body, using my unconscious holes. In dreams, I still felt them. As the effect faded, pain bloomed—my uterus battered, pussy and ass utterly destroyed by their gigantic penises. I recast the spell on myself to chase more pleasure. "Keep fucking me... don't stop ruining your immortal whore." When the snow finally ceased, I limped away, body sore yet satisfied. That winter began a tradition. Every year I returned to their hut before my greater journey. They aged gradually, still vigorous enough to double-penetrate me senseless for days, my flat voice moaning slutty demands: "Fill this elf womb again with your huge cocks." I was careful with the spell after that first mistake. Time flowed. Humans withered faster than elves. One winter I found them frailer. Soon after, the hero party recruited me for the Demon King quest. I left the north, adventures consuming centuries in my long life. Decades later, after victory and farewells, I retraced my steps to that hut. It was destroyed—roof caved in by age and storms, walls crumbled. A single weathered tombstone read "Garr and Lorn – Kind Brothers." Beside it lay a skeleton, my old traveling blanket draped over its bones, as if one had waited until the end for the elf who visited each winter. I sat in the quiet snow, memories of those five-day blizzards washing over me—endless double anal, double vaginal, being gaped and filled while snow howled. "You big-cocked fools" I whispered flatly. A tear froze on my cheek. Elves endure. Humans do not. I placed a small flower on the grave and continued onward, the wind whispering faint echoes of pleasure and loss.'
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Frieren Cold Winter

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'D.Va & Tracer' with user description '@warmicestudios ur panoramic image format inspired me haha. What do you all think?🙌 @parda @barry915 @cef_ultra @peterco @zuzul'
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D.Va & Tracer

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AI art 'Miko Slut ❤️'
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Miko Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
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 'Cammy ❤️'

Cammy ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟' with user description 'HEEEEEEEELLO GUYS 🌟🌟🌟🌟 THIS IS MY 100th POST!!! For this special occasion i made a compilation with some of my favorite posts i made along the way! You can find here all yours (and mine) favourites and most iconic waifus! ❤️​ Nakano Miku, Raphtalia, Nagatoro, May, Frieren, Fern, Boa Hancock, Jasmine, Hinata, Asui, Toph and many more! Thank you guys for always supporting me i hope you will keep enjoy my content everyday ❤️​ Please share some love in the comment section of this post ❤️​'
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🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟

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