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C.C loves Pizza

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Kirigiri Casting' with user description 'The evening air at the secluded beach was heavy with the scent of salt and the rhythmic crashing of the tide against the jagged rocks. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, stood on the cooling sand, her signature lavender hair caught in the breeze. She had traded her high-collared jacket for a simple, translucent wrap, though she still wore her black studded gloves—a final barrier of mystery she wasn't yet ready to shed. The Casting Transcript: Kyoko Kirigiri (The Ultimate Detective) 1. Identity: Name, age, and job? "Kyoko Kirigiri. I am 18 years old. As for my job... I solve mysteries. I look for the truth beneath the lies, no matter how uncomfortable that truth might be." 2. Dreams: What do you want for your future? "To find the answers that were stolen from me. To live a life where I don't have to be afraid of my own vulnerabilities. I want to know what it feels like to lose control without losing myself." 3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love? "I enjoy logic puzzles and Sudoku. For movies, I prefer noir classics like The Maltese Falcon or modern psychological thrillers like Se7en. As for anime, Monster is a masterpiece of human depravity and redemption. It keeps my mind sharp." 4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "I admire Sherlock Holmes for his dedication to the truth. I also find C.C. from Code Geass intriguing—her immortality and detachment resonate with me in ways I’m still investigating." 5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "Investigation requires data. I have spent my life observing human nature from the outside. I want to experience the most extreme physical sensations possible—to see if my logic can survive a total sensory override. I expect a physical challenge that leaves no room for deduction." 6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex? "A 9. While I appear cold, the heat of an intense physical encounter is the only thing that truly quiets the noise in my head. It is a logical necessity for my well-being." 7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'EVIDENCE.' If I say that, the investigation is closed and you must withdraw immediately." 8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "The camera does not lie. Capture everything in 8K. I want to review the footage later to see the exact moment my composure breaks." 9. The Agreement: Describe the scene? "A moonlit beach. One man—physically imposing, standing well over two meters tall. He must possess... substantial equipment. I want to be handled with a raw, primal force that ignores my status. I want to be filled until I am physically changed—left gaped and open like a hollow space, unable to close even after he is finished." The Scene: "The Detective’s Open Case" The moon hung high, a pale witness to the encounter on the shore. Kyoko lay back on a dark silk blanket spread over the sand. Towering over her was the man she had requested—a literal giant of a human, his shadow completely engulfing her pale frame. When he revealed himself, his member was a colossal, pulsing vein of power that made even the stoic detective’s eyes widen in silent calculation. "Show me the truth," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the waves. The scene was an exercise in extreme physical displacement. He didn't just enter her; he invaded her. Kyoko’s 18-year-old body was pushed to its structural limits as he drove into her Vaginally, his massive girth stretching her porcelain skin until it was translucent. She gripped the sand, her gloved hands digging into the earth as she let out a high, sharp cry—a sound of pure, unrefined data. He moved with the weight of the ocean, each thrust hitting her fundus with a heavy thud that echoed in her chest. Kyoko’s logical mind shattered; there was no room for thought, only the overwhelming sensation of being "full." As the climax approached, he finished with a pressurized torrent, a Creampie so massive it began to overflow immediately, slicking her inner thighs and the silk beneath her. But it was the aftermath that fulfilled her request. As he slowly withdrew his massive length, Kyoko’s entrance didn't snap back. She remained gaped—a wide, pulsing, red circle of surrender that stayed open to the night air, unable to retract from the sheer scale of the trauma. She lay there, her lavender hair matted with sand and sweat, looking down at the "hole" he had left in her. She was a ruin of a woman, leaking white fluid from a gaped abyss that showed exactly how deep his victory had gone. Kyoko looked at the camera, her expression dazed and completely broken of its usual stoicism. "The evidence... is conclusive," she panted, her eyes rolling back in a final wave of overstimulated bliss. "I am... completely compromised."'
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Kirigiri Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'Dalia left Rivermoor by horseback, looking for the Areolan Temple, known to house the power of the Breast Vicar. She rode until the sea disappeared behind her and the land turned to dunes of sand. “This must be the Deserts of Anima,” she thought. “Perhaps I’ve gone too far.” She rode until she came upon a desert city, full of rowdy barbarians and traders. She dismounted and moved through the caravan with trepidation. “I would very much not like to end up as I did on that ship,” she thought. As she walked to the center of the tent city, she stopped as a mighty red-haired woman was on an altar, pleasuring barbarian after barbarian with her enormous tits. Dalia stared with awe as the powerful woman subdued the rowdy men with her hands and breasts. The sight made her wet with lust. Her pleasure powers warmed inside her. After wiping herself off and adjusting her clothes, the beastly woman noticed the Casi and pointed. “Who the hell are you?” She barked. “Some fancy royal come to the desert?” “I’m Princess Dalia, the Pleasure Vicar, and I’ve been sent by the king to gather the other Vicars. Who are you?” She replied. “I’m Athena, and I run this place. Welcome to the traveling city of Elvania. Vicars huh? Never heard of them.” Dalia smiled. “I’m looking for the Areolan Temple. Have you heard of that?” Athena walked up to the Princess until her massive jugs eclipsed Dalia’s perky bosom. “Maybe, but first I want to see what a Pleasurs whatever can do. I challenge you to paizuri combat.” Dalia looks curious. A titfuck contest was so primative, but Athena’s tits were massive. How could she possibly win? Still, she desperately needed the information. “If I win, you become my vassal and will pleasure the men here,” Athena said, whipping out her monster mounds. “Deal. If I win, you take me to the temple,” Dalia said, exposing her perfect, but visibly inferior breasts. They went inside the tent of one of Athena’s finest breeding bulls and began the contest. “It’s simple: Whoever makes him cum the most wins,” Athena said. She got to work, her tits enveloping his massive cock. Within a few minutes, he was blowing his load on her tits and face. “Your turn, your highness.” Athena challenged. Dalia placed the cock between her tits. She rubbed with enthusiasm. Then, her powers activated. The pleasure the man felt was immediate - it was as if his cock were deep inside the tightest cunt in the world. “FUCK!” He yelled as he exploded his nut everywhere. Dalia was covered. Athena looked shocked before laughing cheerfully. “THAT WAS AMAZING!” She squealed. “No one has ever beat me at that. Is this the power of a Vicar? I want in!” That night, Athena treated the Princess to a wild night of feasts, fellowship, and fucking. The barbarian men pleased the Queen of the Desert and the Pleasure Vicar until they went to sleep. After a nice oasis bath, the two women headed to the temple, where the power of the Vicar awaits. (@gildenstein, @bad77, @barry915, @terror2, @starima, @smut317 and @murcie got Athena the win with seven votes! Mikala and Rina tied with three votes and Madeline had zero. All will be featured and maybe some others?)'
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Queen of the Desert: The Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art 'Lili Slut ❤️'
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Lili Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
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 "Yor, Spy and Spicy"
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Yor, Spy and Spicy

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AI art "Mei's gift 🧧"
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Mei's gift 🧧

zuzul
AI art "Frieren's new enlargement spell"
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Frieren's new enlargement spell

zuzul
AI art "Better than Link's sword"
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Better than Link's sword

zuzul
AI art "The Captain's boss"
4

The Captain's boss

octavian
AI art 'Mirko HardCore'
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Mirko HardCore

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Futanari Chan 1' for prompt: '1girl, solo, jessie_(pokemon), futanari, wide_hips, thick_thighs, tummy, fat, plump, from_below, squatting, boots, futanari_masturbation, breasts_out, nipple_pull, looking_at_viewer'
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Futanari Chan 1

proudbottom
AI art "Rem and Emilia"
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Rem and Emilia

zuzul
AI art 'Futawolf Frenzy: Breeding Season' with user description 'Gonna be a whole new tribe of werewolves before the year is out...~'
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Futawolf Frenzy: Breeding Season

darkbae
AI art 'Your Residents are Evil'

Your Residents are Evil

neverleah
AI art 'Slime Girls' for prompt: 'plump, tall_female, size_difference, wide_hips, multiple_girls, yuri, fat, pubic_hair, slimy, slime_girl, monster_girl, futa_with_female, futanari, colorful, translucent'
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Slime Girls

proudbottom
AI art "House of the Fallen - Chapter 3"
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House of the Fallen - Chapter 3

octavian
AI art "Tsunade Casting"
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Tsunade Casting

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AI art 'Fern Strategy' with user description 'The Northern Plateau was a place of biting winds and jagged stone, but today, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Fern stood at the edge of a frozen clearing, her staff held firmly in both hands. Opposite her stood a creature that defied the logic of the grimoires she had spent years studying under Frieren’s tutelage. It was a Great Orc—a towering wall of muscle and grey-green skin, adorned with ritualistic scars that glowed with a faint, obsidian light. "**Zoltraak**," Fern whispered, her voice steady. A beam of concentrated mana streaked across the clearing, aimed directly at the beast’s chest. Usually, such a spell would pierce even the thickest hide, but as the bolt struck the Orc, it didn't explode. It shattered. The mana dissipated into harmless sparks, sliding off the creature’s skin like water off a polished stone. The Orc let out a guttural laugh, a sound that rumbled in the depths of its massive chest. "Magic... useless," it grunted. "My skin... the Void’s Blessing. No spell touches me." Fern stepped back, her mind racing. She realized that the "Void’s Blessing" was a hungry absorption. The Orc was taking in her mana and converting it into a raw, biological drive. The more she fought with traditional means, the more aggressive and "heated" the creature became. Its eyes were no longer focused on combat; they were glazed with a primal, suffocating lust. "I see," Fern murmured, her face remaining stoic despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "If I cannot destroy your body with distance, I will force it to its limit with contact." She didn't cast an attack. Instead, she dropped her staff and channeled a high-frequency sensory spell—a "**Pleasure Amplification**" charm. Normally, it required physical contact, but the Orc’s own mana-absorption field acted as a bridge. As the Orc lunged, Fern didn't flee. She stepped into its personal space. The lead Orc’s massive hands clamped onto Fern’s waist, the contrast between his rough, green skin and her delicate frame highlighting the sheer scale of the task. She realized that to truly overload him, she needed to use the most sensitive conduits available. She turned, pressing her soft, rounded ass against the front of the Orc’s massive, throbbing arousal. The sensation was a wall of heat, but she didn’t flinch. She began to move. Using the charm, she turned her own skin into a magical conduit. Every rhythmic grind of her ass against him wasn't just a physical act; it was a magical surge. She felt his mana-shield drinking in the sensation, and she pushed back, her curves molding against his grotesque bulk. The Orc’s breath hitched, a deep, rattling sound. Not satisfied with the speed of his decline, Fern shifted, guiding his massive length to her pussy. The entry was a staggering shock of scale, stretching her to her absolute limit, but she maintained her stoic focus. She wrapped her internal muscles around him, pulsing with magical energy. With every thrust, she injected a concentrated burst of sensory mana directly into his core. The feedback loop was catastrophic. The sensation of being inside her, combined with the inverted magical attack, was too much. His eyes rolled back, and his knees finally gave out. He let out a deafening roar as he reached his breaking point. A massive, hot release filled her, a testament to the energy he had absorbed. He came three times in a violent, shivering blur before slumping into the snow, completely incapacitated. "How pathetic," Fern whispered, her usual deadpan expression returning as she adjusted her sleeve. But her relief was short-lived. The mountain air was suddenly filled with the heavy thud of dozens of footsteps. One by one, more Great Orcs stepped into the clearing—a literal horde of at least twenty of them. They looked down at their fallen kin, then turned their hunger-filled gazes toward Fern. Their obsidian scars began to glow in anticipation of the mana she possessed. "So," Fern whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "The 'Void's Blessing' is the standard for the whole tribe. And they're all as hungry as the first one." The lead Orc, a scarred beast with a belly that hung over his fur, stepped forward, his nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. "Girl-mage... defeated the scout," he rumbled. "But we... we are starving." Fern gripped her staff, her mind already calculating the hours of work ahead of her. She knew that to survive, she would have to repeat the process, using her ass and her pussy to satisfy every single one of them until they collapsed. "This is going to be incredibly bothersome," she muttered, looking at the twenty massive monsters closing in. "It’s going to be a long night... and it’s going to be very hard to satisfy them all." ..'
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Fern Strategy

blackhairedstudent
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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