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AI art '😻 Procrastination, Overtime' with user description 'This kitten likes to work overtime 🍧😏'
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😻 Procrastination, Overtime

peterco
AI art 'Asahina ❤️'
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Asahina ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Saber Summoned by a Fan' with user description 'I materialized in a dimly lit room bathed in rich velvet blue tones—curtains, carpet, even the ornate furniture seemed to pulse with an otherworldly softness. My armor felt heavy, my instincts sharp as always. Before me stood a young man, ordinary yet strangely magnetic, his eyes wide with awe rather than battle lust. "Saber... you're really here," he breathed. He called himself my Master, but proclaimed he was simply a fan. My gaze drifted to a shelf where a detailed action figure of me stood—silver armor gleaming, It was surreal, I touched it.. We spoke quietly at first. His voice was warm, respectful. He asked me to call him Casual Prompter, a nickname that made my lips twitch despite the confusion. I found him very attractive—his easy smile, the way his eyes lingered on me with genuine admiration rather than conquest. No war raged here; he explained I had been summoned by mistake, no Grail to claim. Uncertainty gnawed at me. As a Servant, my purpose was tied to a Master. What now? Honor demanded clarity. He offered the three Command Spells to free me, dissolving the contract if I wished. Freedom called to my knightly soul, yet something in his presence held me. I agreed. The first spell burned across his hand. "Strip down. I want to take some pictures." My cheeks flushed hot. *A knight of Camelot, reduced to this? Yet... his gaze is not cruel. It stirs something warm, forbidden.* Timidly, I unfastened my armor, letting it dissolve into golden motes. My pale skin prickled under his stare, breasts exposed, the curve of my hips and toned legs bare. I covered myself instinctively with one arm, posing awkwardly—back straight like a statue, head slightly bowed. The camera clicked softly. *This exposure... it's humiliating, yet his admiration makes my core tighten. Why does his desire feel like a new oath?* He praised my beauty. The second Command Spell activated. "Suck my cock." *Master's order... I must obey.* Shame flooded me as I knelt, my hands trembling while I freed him from his clothes. He was already hard, impressive. I leaned in, lips brushing the tip. *So intimate, so degrading for a king.* Extremely shy, I tried covering my face with my free hand, eyes squeezed shut as I took him into my mouth. My tongue moved hesitantly, sucking gently, cheeks hollowing. Salty warmth filled my senses. I bobbed slowly, gagging softly, my other hand shielding my burning cheeks. *Thoughts of duty war with this heat between my thighs. His groans... they please me more than they should.* He thrust gently, and soon he came, thick spurts filling my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, coughing, still hiding my face in embarrassment. Panting, he used the final Command Spell. "Let me fuck your ass and pussy." *Obedience is my path now.* I nodded, voice barely a whisper. He guided me to the velvet bed. First my pussy—he entered slowly, stretching me. I gasped, body arching shyly, legs trembling as I tried to hide my expressions behind my hands. *It burns... yet feels full, right. His hands on my waist ground me.* We talked in broken breaths. "Are you enjoying this, Saber?" His voice was tender. "An almost inaudible yes..." I murmured, face buried in the sheets. *Lies would dishonor me. The pleasure builds despite my knightly pride. This man, my accidental Master, awakens sensations I buried for centuries.* He took my ass next, slick with care. I whimpered, extremely shy, clenching around him as he moved. Pain mixed with sparks of ecstasy. *My body yields so easily. Is this freedom?* He switched between both, thrusting deeper, our bodies slick. When he finally came—first deep in my pussy, then pulling out to fill my anus—I shuddered through my own quiet climax, mind hazy. The contract dissolved with the last spell. I was free. No binding magic tied me. Yet as he caught his breath, surprise in his eyes, I chose to stay. *A naughty reason burns in my core: this submission, his gentle dominance, satisfies a hidden craving. In all my battles, I never felt so desired, so alive in vulnerability. I want more of this pleasure, this intimate conquest. Staying lets me explore it without war's shadow. Time passed in his velvet blue sanctuary. At first, I remained timid during our encounters—blowjobs with hands half-covering my flushed face, sex where I'd bite my lip to stifle moans. But gradually, I loosened. I'd kneel eagerly now, taking him deeper without hiding, eyes locked on his as I sucked with growing hunger. His pleasure is my new quest. During fucking, I'd whisper encouragements, riding him with knightly vigor, ass and pussy offered openly. Shyness melted into playful naughtiness—posing seductively for his pictures, begging softly for his cum. In his arms, motivations shifted. No Grail, no kingdom. Just this man, Casual Prompter, who saw me as both legend and woman. My thoughts, once rigid with duty, now danced with desire. I stayed because true freedom tasted like his cock, addictive and mine to claim'
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Saber Summoned by a Fan

blackhairedstudent
AI art '😻 Procrastination, Thursday' with user description 'When you're in the office and you should be working (or at least pretending to be), but all you can think about is catgirls, boobs, pussies, summer and the beach 🏖️'
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😻 Procrastination, Thursday

peterco
AI art "rabbits coat"
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rabbits coat

jlixard
AI art "frieren pt.2"
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frieren pt.2

steven1599
AI art 'Monaca ❤️' with user description 'The silence of the void was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical hiss of Monaca’s life support as her escape pod drifted toward a hulking, rusted silhouette. It was an abandoned freighter, a relic of a forgotten war. Low on oxygen and with her hydration packs bone-dry, Monaca docked with a desperate prayer to the stars, her hands shaking as she forced the airlock cycles. Inside, the air was stale, smelling of ozone and ancient dust. In the mess hall, she found them: six men, their skin sallow from years of isolation. They were the stranded remnants of a dying crew. "Food... water..." Monaca rasped, her throat feeling like it was lined with broken glass. The men looked at her with a terrifying hunger. The leader stepped forward. "We have supplies, girl. But we haven't seen a woman since the stars stopped being familiar. If you want to eat, you’re going to have to give us something we’ve forgotten the touch of." Monaca froze. She was hesitant, the "Ultimate Mage" within her recoiling. But looking at the empty abyss outside, she realized this was likely the last time she would ever see human men. **She thought to herself that if she was destined to die in the cold reaches of space, this might be her only chance to ever truly know what sex felt like—to experience the primal heat she had only ever observed from a distance.** "Fine," she whispered. "But you’re filthy. You’ll use the ship’s water to shower and remove every scrap of hair from your bodies. I want to feel the warmth of humans, not the grit of a graveyard." The men obeyed with frantic energy. An hour later, they returned to the central bay, smooth and shivering. Monaca was waiting, her small frame looking fragile against the cold machinery. As she lay back on a metal medical table, the leader knelt between her legs. He stared in genuine, tearful awe. "My god," he breathed. "Your pussy... it’s the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. It’s the only part of this ship that’s alive." The worship quickly turned into a frantic, dual assault. Before Monaca could prepare, two men moved in tandem. She let out a choked gasp as she felt the simultaneous stretch of two dicks forcing their way into her pussy at the same time. The combined girth was staggering, filling her anatomy to its absolute, agonizing limit. They began a synchronized, rhythmic hammering driven by primal need. The sensation of being doubled, her internal walls crushed by their collective weight, sent shockwaves through her. It was a brutal reclamation of life. The other four men crowded around her, their smooth bodies forming a wall of heat. They used her mouth and hands, ensuring every inch of the "Ultimate Mage" was occupied. "Just let us feel you," one begged, his hairless chest slick with sweat. "Let us remember what it’s like to not be alone." Monaca closed her eyes, the cold metal beneath her and the heat above merging into one reality. She was a flickering candle in a hurricane of male need. As they filled her to the point of overflowing, her pussy distended and aching under the dual-caliber assault, she realized the price of survival was the total surrender of her body to the void's final, starving inhabitants. **However, as the nights bled into weeks, the despair that had driven Monaca to the ship began to transform. She realized that returning to the lonely world she knew held no appeal compared to the absolute, worshipful attention she received here. She made a choice: she would stay. She would become the living heart of this derelict vessel.** **Over time, a strict and carnal routine was established to keep the peace among the crew. A schedule was drafted to ensure Monaca was never lonely and the men were never starved of her touch. From Monday to Saturday, each individual member of the crew was assigned one full day to have her entirely to himself. They would spend twenty-four hours exploring every inch of her body, treating her like their personal queen and toy, worshiping her skin and petite frame in a rotating cycle of intimate devotion.** **But the real highlight of their survival was Sunday. On the seventh day, the "Day of the Goddess," the schedule was discarded. All six men would gather in the central bay to feast upon her together. It was a day of absolute sensory overload, a grand gangbang where Monaca was kept in a state of constant, rhythmic occupation. They would fill every orifice, drench her in their collective release, and celebrate the fact that they were still alive in the dark. Monaca flourished in this role, her body becoming accustomed to the constant use and the heavy-caliber attention of her six hairless lovers. The "Ultimate Mage" had found a new throne, one made of flesh and heat, deep within the silent stars.**'
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Monaca ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "I hit the nail on the head here."
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I hit the nail on the head here.

coxa13
AI art 'Lick My Feet Senpai!'
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Lick My Feet Senpai!

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Zone-tan'd out."
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Zone-tan'd out.

punkkrai
AI art 'Feet party'
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Feet party

humera
AI art "Beach Day Pt.3"
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Beach Day Pt.3

femfutafiend
AI art 'Asuna SAO, play time'
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Asuna SAO, play time

mrpowa
AI art 'Anara at it again' with user description 'Anara wanted to try and re-create her successful mirror selfie. In the end, it was to much effort, and she left the bathroom to masturbate instead. She blames the camera quality btw.'
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Anara at it again

zesoul
AI art "Reisa"

Reisa

thunderb0
AI art "Haru has an appointment"
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Haru has an appointment

zero1220
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Senza titolo

eldvorn
AI art "Frankie Foster at Home"
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Frankie Foster at Home

drzoamon85
AI art 'Happy Easter Guys repost' with user description 'The digital hum of the Jabberwock Island beach house seemed to synchronize with the rapid, shallow breathing of Chiaki Nanami. She sat in the center of the room, the flickering blue light of the monitor behind her casting long, glitchy shadows across the floor. Sonia, Akane, and Mikan watched in stunned silence as the Ultimate Gamer began to recount the full, unedited sequence of the "Despair Easter Special"—a memory file she had previously tried to compress, but was now forced to render in full, agonizing detail. "I... I need to tell you how it actually happened. From the very first 'level' to the 'Game Over' screen," Chiaki began, her voice dropping into a low, rhythmic drone. "It wasn't just a shoot; it was a total immersion. Junko took me to a forest that didn't feel real. The trees were ancient and twisted, and she had set up these massive, high-intensity green spotlights that bathed everything in a sickly, radioactive glow. I was dressed in that Monomi suit—a tight, high-cut pink leotard with those long, heavy rabbit ears that kept tugging my head back. No padding, no protection. Just me, exposed in the cold night air." Chiaki’s eyes glazed over, her 18-year-old mind retreating into the simulation of the past. "The man was waiting in a clearing. He was a giant, a physical boss encounter I had no hope of dodging. Junko gave the signal, and the 'game' began. He started by asserting total control, his massive hands gripping my waist so hard I thought my hit points would drop to zero instantly. He forced me down, and the first stage was the Blowjob. I had to worship his enormous, pulsing member under those green lights, my blue hair fanning out over the mossy ground. I was already shaking, my system overloaded by his sheer scale." "Then came the 'mechanics' of the Easter theme," she continued, her face flushing a deep, vivid crimson. "Junko brought out a basket of Easter eggs. They were made of heavy, polished resin—larger than real eggs, smooth and freezing cold. The man positioned me against a gnarled oak tree and began the Vaginal penetration. It was a critical hit; he was so large that I felt my internal boundaries shifting. But as he drove into me, he didn't stop. He took the first egg and pushed it deep inside, right past his own girth. The sensation of that cold, hard object being forced into my womb while he was still occupying me... it was a sensory paradox." "He didn't stop there. He pushed a second egg into my Vagina, and then a third. I could feel them clashing together inside me, a heavy, rhythmic clicking that vibrated through my entire lower body. My 18-year-old anatomy was being stretched to its absolute structural limit. And then... he moved to my Anal passage. He pushed two more eggs in there, one after the other, until I was physically incapable of closing either entrance. I was a container, a vessel for Junko's twisted holiday decorations. I was being 'stuffed' like a prize-filled plushie." Chiaki’s hands gripped her knees, her knuckles white. "This is the part I was ashamed to tell you. As the man resumed his frantic, heavy pacing—slamming into me while those five eggs shifted and rolled deep within my most private depths—my body stopped resisting. The green lights seemed to pulse in time with my heart. I wasn't just enduring it; I was craving it. My first orgasm hit like a lightning strike, a total system bypass that left me sobbing. Then the second. Then the third. By the twelfth orgasm, I was a broken mess of pleasure and lewd desperation." "I was begging for it," Chiaki whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and heat. "I was arched back against that tree, my Monomi suit soaked in sweat and forest dew, screaming for him to fill me even more. I wanted to be ruined. I wanted the 'Despair' Junko promised. At the climax, he delivered the final 'payload.' A double Creampie—a massive, pressurized torrent of his essence that flooded the spaces between the resin eggs. I felt my stomach distend, the warmth of his tribute mixing with the cold of the eggs, making me feel impossibly heavy and anchored to the forest floor." "When he finally withdrew, the 'Game Over' screen didn't appear. I was left there, gaped and completely open. My 18-year-old rear and pussy were wide, pulsing circles that couldn't retract because of the eggs still lodged deep inside. I was leaking a thick, white stream of fluid that clouded over the moss, my Monomi ears drooping in the dirt. I lay there for hours under those green lights, overfilled and discarded, feeling the weight of those five eggs and his massive tribute inside me. And the most despair-inducing part of all... was that I didn't want it to end. I loved being his broken, overstuffed Easter bunny." Chiaki finally fell silent, the virtual world around her appearing to stabilize as she finished her data dump. She looked at her friends—Sonia, Akane, and Mikan—with eyes that had seen the absolute end of the game and found a true ending'
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Happy Easter Guys repost

blackhairedstudent
AI art '😻 Toy Play, Clowder #1' with user description 'What do my kinky kitties do, when I'm not home? They play... with toys... inside themselves! 😼'
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😻 Toy Play, Clowder #1

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