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AI art 'Nami Cosplay'
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Nami Cosplay

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AI art "2girls fun"
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2girls fun

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Frieren has 1000 years of experience' with user description 'I see so many good close-up for @blackhairedstudent that i had to try one too. STILL DON'T KNOW HOW YOU PLAY WITH LIGHTING LIKE THAT but it's fine i kinda enjoy the results, especially this first shot Enjoy guys'
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Frieren has 1000 years of experience

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AI art "Frieren and Maomao experimenting"
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Frieren and Maomao experimenting

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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 'Goblins enjoying Frieren' with user description 'Well to be honest with you guys if i were one of those goblins i would have taken some too 🙄​'
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Goblins enjoying Frieren

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AI art 'Am i posting too much? probably yes' with user description 'Do i care? absolutely not Enjoy'
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Am i posting too much? probably yes

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Feet ❤️

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AI art "Frieren Lost"
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Frieren Lost

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Fruit 2

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AI art 'Dark elven lust' with user description 'It doesn't matter if they are Drow, Drukhari or Dunmer, the dark elves need love too.'
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Dark elven lust

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More Frieren

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AI art 'Tentacle fun' with user description '"Fern," Frieren began, her voice as flat and clinical as if she were describing the shelf-life of a common herb. They were camped in a clearing, the crackle of the campfire the only barrier against the oppressive silence of the northern woods. "I once encountered a forest that did not want me to leave. It was a localized mana-distortion, a living ecosystem that fed on specific biological impulses rather than magical energy." Fern paused her stitching, her purple eyes narrowing. She had learned that when Frieren started a story with such detached terminology, something deeply bothering or bizarre was coming. "A forest you couldn't escape, Mistress? Even with your detection spells?" "Magic was useless there," Frieren continued, staring into the embers. "The trees were not trees, but hardened fungal stalks. And beneath the soil... there were appendages. Countless, slick tentacles that responded only to the release of physical fluids and the peak of nervous system arousal. To pass through the gate, one had to satisfy the forest’s 'quota'." Fern’s face began to heat up. "A quota? Mistress, please tell me you mean you offered it some captured prey or... or some kind of monster core." "No," Frieren said, her expression unchanging. "It wanted me. Specifically, it wanted the internal saturation of an elf." Fern dropped her needle. "Mistress! Surely you didn't—" "I had no choice. I spent three months in that thicket." Frieren’s gaze drifted to the canopy above. "The primary appendage was thick, covered in a bioluminescent slime that acted as a localized paralytic and a powerful aphrodisiac. It didn't just want to touch me; it wanted to be part of my internal anatomy. It entered through my Anal passage, a cold and unrelenting intrusion that stretched my frame until I thought my spine would snap. But it didn't stop there. It was a single, continuous organism. It forced its way upward, through my intestines and stomach, until the tip of the tentacle forced its way up my esophagus and burst out through my Mouth." Fern let out a strangled, horrified sound, her hands flying to her own throat. "Through your... and out your...? Mistress, that's not... that's a violation of the highest order! How can you speak of it so calmly?" "Because the forest doesn't care about dignity, Fern. It only cares about the circuit." Frieren’s voice remained steady, though her pupils seemed to dilate slightly at the memory. "I was suspended in the air, a living sleeve for that thing. While it occupied my entire core, smaller, thinner feelers emerged from the bark. They were delicate, almost needle-like at the tips. They sought out my Nipples, latching onto them with a suction so intense it felt like they were trying to draw the very mana out of my blood. They tweaked and pulled, synchronizing their rhythm with the pulsing of the main trunk inside me." "Stop! Please, Mistress!" Fern’s face was now a violent shade of crimson, her breathing shallow. "This is... this is perverted! It's 'ecchi'! It's completely inappropriate for a legendary mage!" "It was a mechanical necessity, Fern," Frieren replied, finally looking at her apprentice. "The forest required me to reach a state of total, involuntary climax while being internally bridged. Every time I thought I would faint, the feelers on my chest would snap me back to attention with a sharp, electric shock of pleasure. I was filled, stretched, and manipulated until I was nothing but a pulsing nerve ending. Only when I had 'overflowed' enough to saturate the roots did the tentacle finally withdraw, sliding back down through my throat and out of my body." Fern stood up abruptly, her knees shaking. "I... I'm going to sleep. I'm going to sleep and I'm going to pretend I never heard a single word of this. You are... you are a very questionable person, Mistress Frieren!" Frieren watched her apprentice scurry toward her bedroll. "It’s a rare grimoire that teaches you how to bridge a forest, Fern. I still have the notes if you're interested." "I am NOT interested!" Fern shrieked from under her blankets. Frieren simply hummed, poking the fire. "A pity. The sensory feedback was quite educational."'
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Tentacle fun

blackhairedstudent
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fern/frieren

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Frieren ball gag

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Frieren

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catch

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