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AI art '1000 FOLLOWERS' with user description 'Thanks for the amazing support guys! 

I can't believe this! More than 1000 followers. I'm ultra happy about this.

This is a fun project and I'm very happy to see that you also like all the things I have generated.

Thanks to all for all the support! 

Naomi also wants to say thank you.'
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1000 FOLLOWERS

cef_ultra
AI art "Marry me Senpai!"
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Marry me Senpai!

octavian
AI art "You are worth the wait"
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You are worth the wait

warmicestudios
AI art "Maomao"
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Maomao

zuzul
AI art '1000 Followers - ARE YOU SERIOUS!' with user description 'I actually did it! THANK YOU ALL!

I am truly grateful for all the support and love for my work and my characters, especially to Cyndel. Shout out to @peterco, @cef_ultra, @zuzul, @warmicestudios and every single person who commented on my work. Now I wouldn't be me if I didn't make a story out of this so:

"They like me, they really like me!"
Cyndel took in the adulation of her fans and kissed them.
"You deserve this!
But the gifts didn't stop there. In recognition of her hard work, the fans finally bought her the car she'd been working for! But does this mean the end of Cyndel's story?
"Well, before I was doing it for the ride, but I'm the people's waifu, so I do it for them! This isn't the end of my story - it's just the beginning!"

Cheers!'
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1000 Followers - ARE YOU SERIOUS!

octavian
AI art "2000 ?!?! 🤯😳"
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2000 ?!?! 🤯😳

zuzul
AI art 'Frost.' with user description 'Slight variations of the same idea, although I haven’t really achieved what I truly wanted with any of them. I need more tokens to pull it off, XD'
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Frost.

kokoroto
AI art 'Hinako's new dress'
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Hinako's new dress

tokenoverlord
AI art ':>=' with user description 'I’ve given this series of images a bit of shape so it looks like a series of images, but it wasn’t originally; they were just experiments. You have no idea how long I spent trying to get that sucked in face and pushed out lips effect in fellatios. In the end, the key was a simple emoticon :>= plus “blowjob” and voilà. It’s not exactly the most aesthetic effect in history, but at that point it was a matter of pride to pull it off without asking anyone XD'
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AI art 'Ling-Xiu: Happy Lunar New Year!' with user description 'Wishing you a prosperous and joyful Lunar New Year! 🥂🏮
​May the Year of the Horse bring you incredible fortune and the success you’ve been working so hard to achieve. Ling-Xiu joins me in wishing you a life filled with 'Gong Xi Fa Cai'—abundance in every sense of the word.
​May your days be as bright as the festival fireworks and your path be paved with gold and good luck. Cheers to new beginnings, great achievements, and a year that exceeds all your expectations. Happy New Year to you and your loved ones!'
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Ling-Xiu: Happy Lunar New Year!

cef_ultra
AI art 'Fern Gangbang' with user description 'The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Fern walked a half-step behind Frieren, her expression as stoic and unreadable as ever. However, there was a certain tension in the way she gripped her staff.
"Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice steady but carrying a distinct weight. "Do you remember the village of Kalla? The one with the white stone church we passed during the autumn harvest? You were busy looking for a grimoire that turned sour milk into sweet cream."
Frieren hummed, poking at a patch of moss. "I remember the milk. It didn't work very well. Why do you ask, Fern? Did you leave something behind?"
"It’s not that," Fern replied, her gaze fixed on the back of Frieren’s head. "I was thinking about the festival they were holding. The 'Day of Impregnation.' I had gone into the church to offer a prayer. I didn't realize that entering on that specific day carried... certain obligations."
Frieren stopped, her large emerald eyes blinking slowly. "Obligations? I don't recall that in the historical records. Was it a mana-based ritual?"
"In a sense," Fern said, her voice dropping. "The doors locked behind me. I was surrounded by the men of the village—the blacksmith, the baker’s sons, even the magistrate. They told me that as a traveler, I was to be the vessel for the village’s prosperity. Naturally, my first instinct was to eliminate the threat. I raised my staff to cast a wide-range Zoltraak."
Frieren tilted her head. "And? Your casting speed is impressive. Did you miss?"
"It didn't work," Fern said, a flush of crimson creeping up her neck. "My mana felt suppressed, as if the air in the church acted as a dampener. Every spell simply flickered and died. I was powerless. And that was when they began. They didn't rush me like monsters; they moved with terrifying, rhythmic patience. They started with my outer robe, ripping the heavy fabric away in jagged strips. They pinned me against the cold stone of the altar."
Fern took a deep breath. "They were methodical, Mistress. They ripped my clothes off little by little. When they reached my legs, they didn't just remove my socks—they shredded the fabric slowly. One of them grabbed my feet. He began to lick the arches of my feet with a perverted intensity. At first, I felt nothing but icy rage. I wanted to kill them all."
Frieren leaned on her staff. "Licking feet... that’s a very specific human behavior. Did they explain the magical significance?"
"They didn't explain anything," Fern continued. "The stripping continued until I was bare. Then the real ritual began. They moved from my feet to the actual act. It was relentless. Anal, vaginal... they rotated through me with mechanical fervor. I was being stretched and filled by the village’s strongest men, one after another, until every part of me ached from their weight. And the strangest thing happened, Mistress. As the hours passed and the resistance in my mind crumbled under the physical intensity, I stopped trying to find a way to cast spells. The rage didn't disappear, but it was overtaken. I found that I started to like the sensation of being completely overwhelmed. My body began to respond to them in a way that my mind found repulsive."
Frieren went back to looking at a beetle, her voice calm. "I see. It’s a common occurrence, Fern. When the conscious mind recognizes that resistance is impossible, the nervous system often switches to a state of forced adaptation. Or, more simply, humans are designed to find pleasure in acts that ensure their continuation. If you liked it, it means your body was functioning correctly. It’s not a failure of character; it’s just biology. It’s quite efficient."
Fern huffed, her stoic mask cracking. "You are being far too casual about this! I was being used as a communal vessel! And you’re talking about 'biological efficiency'?"
"Well," Frieren said, starting to walk again. "You didn't die, and you gained a deeper understanding of human ritualism. Plus, you admitted you enjoyed it once you stopped fighting. In the grand span of a thousand years, a single afternoon in a church is just a small, slightly messy memory."
Fern stared at her, then let out a frustrated sigh. "You really are a pervert, Mistress Frieren. A cold, calculating pervert."
"Perhaps," Frieren replied. "But at least you didn't have to worry about your laundry that day. Ripped clothes are easier to replace. We should hurry; there’s a town ahead with a spell for making invisible ink visible. That’s much more exciting than talking about your feet."
Fern followed, her face still red. "I hate you sometimes, Mistress."
"I know," Frieren said softly. "That’s what makes you a good apprentice."'
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Fern Gangbang

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Senza titolo

chainny
AI art "Elise's Big Day"
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Elise's Big Day

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Wardrobe Malfunction"
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Wardrobe Malfunction

octavian
AI art '100 FOLLOWERS' with user description 'Somehow we got there…

I want to thank my lack of drawing skills and imagination for carrying me across the finish line. If it weren’t for the people who are good at drawing, I wouldn’t be here today. Here’s to those who dragged me across the finish line!'

100 FOLLOWERS

mellmell1
AI art 'Ling-Xiu: Silk' with user description 'Ling-Xiu started as an experiment starting from Aiko. I was trying to explore the chinese culture and aesthetic. 

I have always feel that the Qipao is and extremely sexy dress and I tried to show this here. 
As she was an experiment I have versions with a lot of models.

Let me know what you think about her!.

Thanks for all the support.'
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Ling-Xiu: Silk

cef_ultra
AI art "Let's go Cosplay part 1"
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Let's go Cosplay part 1

octavian
AI art "Poo poo pee doo"
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Poo poo pee doo

zuzul
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 "Ankha's urges"
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Ankha's urges

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