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AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art 'Fun at school' with user description 'Marin Kitagawa and Yukino Yukinoshita participating in some extracurricular work.'
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Fun at school

iiyama6122
AI art "Thank You for 2K!!"
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Thank You for 2K!!

barry915
AI art 'Yumeko Bet' with user description 'The thrill hummed through my veins like the sweetest poison as I sat at that polished table in the heart of the underground casino. Ahh, what a deliciously rotten place~! A den buried beneath the city's glittering facade, where the worst kinds of men slithered—thugs, smugglers, killers with dead eyes—and at the head of it all, that slick high-end politician, smiling like a fox while enforcing his "no violence" rule. Winner takes all and leaves in peace. Perfect. I'd come here on a whim after overhearing whispers of the ultimate game: no limits, fortunes wagered on a single hand, the kind of stakes that could shatter souls. My blood sang at the thought. Normal life was so boring. This... this was ecstasy waiting to bloom. I wore my red uniform, the one that clung just right, a symbol of Hyakkaou Academy's twisted elegance. Cards danced between my fingers as we played. Hand after hand, I lost. Chips vanished. My stack dwindled to nothing. Each defeat sent sparks of maddening pleasure shooting up my spine. "More... lose more..." I whispered to myself, my cheeks flushing, thighs pressing together under the table. The men around me smirked, thinking they had me cornered. Fools. Losing like this—it was intoxicating. My heart pounded wildly, my mind reeling in that beautiful insanity only true risk could bring. The politician watched from his shadowed throne, amused. I bet everything I had left, pushing it all in with a trembling, euphoric smile. Down to zero. The rush peaked, making me dizzy with joy. "One more game," I purred, voice husky. "I'll bet... my body. For all the money on the table. Everything you have." The room fell silent. They refused at first—hesitant, glancing at their boss. How cute. As if they could resist. I slipped off my shoes slowly, letting them clatter to the floor. Then, with deliberate grace, I climbed onto the table, hiking up my skirt. Cool air kissed my skin as I spread my legs wide, revealing my extremely wet pussy, glistening with arousal from every lost hand. The thrill of exposure, of offering myself as the ultimate stake... it drove me deeper into madness. "See? I'm dripping for this game. Accept it, gentlemen~" Their eyes darkened with lust. Any sane men would. The politician gave a subtle nod. The bet was on. Cards were dealt. The final hand. I played with feigned desperation, letting the tension coil tighter. He revealed his—straight flush. Triumph flashed across his face. The others cheered. My body trembled, not with fear, but pure, twisted delight. Defeat tasted like heaven. "I accept it," I breathed, standing on the table. I peeled off my red uniform piece by piece, letting it pool at my feet. Naked, exposed, utterly vulnerable under their hungry gazes. I lay back on the felt, legs parted invitingly. "Use me. All of you." They didn't hesitate. The first man grabbed my hips, thrusting deep into my aching pussy. I moaned loudly, arching as he pounded me, every thrust amplifying the gambling high that still buzzed in my blood. Another filled my mouth, and I sucked eagerly, tongue swirling in ecstatic submission. They took turns, switching holes—pussy, ass, mouth—fucking me relentlessly on that table while the others watched, stroking themselves. Pain and pleasure blurred into one glorious storm. One came inside my cunt, hot seed flooding me; another claimed my ass, pumping until he spilled deep. They rotated, using every inch of me, grunting like animals. I came over and over, my body shaking, mind fracturing in bliss. "Yes... more... ruin me for this loss!" Cum dripped from all my holes, sticky and warm, marking me as their prize. Finally, spent and covered in their essence, I sat up slowly, a serene, unhinged smile on my lips. The men zipped up, smug and satisfied. But I reached for my hidden cards. "Royal straight flush." Silence. Then outrage. "What the—? You folded! You lost!" I laughed, soft and melodic at first, then wild, insane giggles bubbling up as I licked a stray drop of cum from my finger. My body still throbbed, leaking their loads, but the true victory surged through me like lightning. "Oh? I never said I folded, darlings. I simply... got on the table. And you all started fucking me so enthusiastically. The game continued, didn't it? Rules are rules here. No violence. Winner takes all." I gestured lazily at the massive pile of money. "This is mine now. And my body? Well, you already enjoyed your little consolation." The politician's face twisted, but he couldn't argue. The no-violence pact held. I gathered my winnings, still naked and glistening, slipping back into my uniform with deliberate slowness. The thrill of the con, the sex, the absolute domination through madness—it left me euphoric, craving the next abyss. These pathetic men thought they could break me? They only fed my addiction. As I walked out, pockets heavy and holes deliciously sore, I whispered to myself, "What a wonderful game... Let's play again soon~"'
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Yumeko Bet

jigsaw_
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 'House of the fallen - chapter 1' with user description 'Sister Selina sat at the chapel praying when the skies turned red and she heard a demonic voice. "YOU PRAY TO NO ONE. IN THIS HOUSE, YOU PRAY TO ME." Her mind was invaded she fought as best she could. "What are you?" "I AM LUST AND I WILL SHOW YOU." The demon took over her mind and body. She could do nothing but give in. And give in she did as it took her body. When he was finished she stopped it. "More....I need more." Selena said. "One down...now on to the other sisters."'
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House of the fallen - chapter 1

octavian
AI art "Winner jirou kyouka"
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Winner jirou kyouka

azariel
AI art "Cyndel Vale meets an online friend"
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Cyndel Vale meets an online friend

octavian
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 5"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 5

octavian
AI art "Weekend Getaway with Michelle"
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Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 7"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 7

octavian
AI art '300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)' with user description 'Part 3 from the PokeGirls for you. Enjoy them.'
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300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)

holo_the_wise_wolf
AI art 'Revy Debut' with user description 'Hey, the fuck you lookin' at, you nosy prick? Name's Revy. Rebecca if some paperwork asshole needs the full legal bullshit, but everyone smart enough to live knows me as Revy. Age? Twenty-six. I've crammed more bullets, blood, and bad decisions into these years than most gutless bastards see in fifty. Don't test me on it or I'll redecorate this room with your brains. What I do for a livin'? Lagoon Company, baby. Out of that beautiful shithole called Roanapur. We smuggle guns, take dirty jobs, deliver death on a boat. I’m the muscle with twin Cutlass pistols. I shoot first, laugh second, and collect the paycheck third. Life’s cheap down there—perfect for a bitch like me who loves the smell of gunpowder and fear. How many sex partners have I had? *leans forward, eyes cold* Fuckin' hell, you really goin' there. Alright. I lost my virginity young, back when I was a scrawny kid in New York's slums stealin' food just to not starve. Guards caught me. Instead of proper jail, those corrupt pigs dragged me off. Three of 'em. Held me down like an animal, ripped my rags off, and took turns fuckin' me raw. First cock in hurt like someone pourin' fire inside me. I was cryin', bleedin', beggin' while they grunted and laughed, callin' me a dirty little thief whore. My old man was no better—a worthless drunk abusive fuck who beat me and my mom bloody every chance he got before she bailed. That night with the guards broke somethin' deep. I survived, though. Killed one of those bastards later with his own gun. After that, sex got twisted. Maybe a hundred eighty, two hundred partners? Drunk bar fucks after jobs, revenge lays where I left 'em bleedin', one-nighters to kill the memories of my father's belt or those guards' sweaty hands. Doesn't matter. I fuck on my terms now. No one breaks Revy twice. How am I feelin' about today's movie? *big feral grin, eyes lightin' up* Pumped as fuck, asshole! More than thirty guys ready to run a train and pass me around like a cum rag? Hell yeah. This gangbang porn shit is just another battlefield. I live for the rush—whether it's bullets or cocks. Cameras better catch every nasty second 'cause I'm gonna make it unforgettable. My body's ready for war. Adrenaline's already pumpin' like before a big shootout. Have I ever done a gangbang before? Small one once in Roanapur after a score. Handled six guys easy, left 'em limpin'. This is the big league with over thirty. Let's see if they got the stamina to keep up with me. Now, about gettin' fucked by over thirty men in a span of four hours... *smirks, voice gettin' husky and detailed* It started all professional-like for the cameras. They had me pose with my guns while still clothed—leather jacket open, Cutlass pistols in both hands, lookin' like the deadly bitch I am. Standin' tall, legs apart, tits pushed out, givin' that killer stare. Click after click, flashes goin' off. Then the first hour was very calm. They took it slow and easy at first. Guys takin' turns fuckin' me gentle, one or two at a time. I was on my back or on my knees, suckin' and ridin' smooth while they went in deep but controlled. It built up nice, my body gettin' warmed up without too much intensity. Just steady rhythm, fillin' me slow. After that calm hour, they pulled back for more shots. Stripped me naked completely. Posed me again with my guns—clean, no cum or sweat on me yet, skin still fresh for the lens. Naked, pistols crossed over my chest, legs spread wide, tits out proud and perky. Then they went heavy on my feet. Took tons of shots of 'em—my soles pressin' together, toes pointed, arches flexed. Feet are one of my favorite parts of my body, right up there with my tits. Love how strong and sexy they look after all the runnin' and fightin' in boots. Love usin' 'em to make guys lose their fuckin' minds. Cameras ate that shit up, zoomin' in close while I flexed and posed all clean and sharp. Right after those shots, the rough part began. The guys swarmed harder. Thirty plus, passin' me around like a shared prize. Now it was intense—poundin' my pussy and ass without mercy, double penetration stretchin' me wide while I choked on cocks. Airtight seal multiple times, every hole stuffed and workin' overtime. Slappin' sounds echoin', my tits bouncin' wild, ass gettin' slapped red. Orgasms crashin' through me hard while old flashbacks of my old man and those food-stealin' guards tried to surface, but I drowned 'em out with louder moans and curses. "Fuck me harder, you bastards!" Sweat started pourin', cum load after load fillin' me and coverin' my skin. Bodies everywhere, relentless for the next hours. My voice went hoarse from screamin' and takin' it down the throat. By the later stages my pussy and anus could not take it anymore—too raw, too sore, too fucked out after all that rough abuse. Last twenty minutes I switched it up. Finished the final guys with footjobs and blowjobs. My lovely feet wrappin' tight around thick cocks, toes strokin' fast and firm.'
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Revy Debut

jigsaw_
AI art 'Dawn Price' with user description 'I was 18, walking cheerfully through the sunny grass field that afternoon, tall green blades brushing my legs while gray rocks dotted the landscape like natural platforms under the bright sky. My white beanie sat perfectly on my dark blue hair, and I felt my usual bubbly, sassy confidence as a Coordinator still chasing dreams. I’d sent Piplup back to its ball for some quiet time. A trainer approached from behind a rock, holding a big wad of cash. “Dawn, me and my six friends want to have sex with you. We’ll pay well.” I stopped, hands on hips, skirt swishing. “No way! I’m not that kind of girl. Keep your money,” I refused firmly, voice optimistic but sharp. He offered way more, a huge stack. “This is enough to live your whole life without spending anything. Please.” I bit my lip, thinking of freedom. Cheeks warm, I sighed. “Seven of you? Crazy... but I accept.” They gathered around. He started the questions. “Hello, what’s your name and age?” “Dawn, 18” I answered sassily, staying confident. “How was it when you lost your virginity?” “It was when I was 1* four years ago after a Contest win. With a rival in a Pokémon Center. Awkward at first but I took charge and loved the excitement.” “How many partners have you had in your life?” “About 5. Traveling means meeting cute trainers, but nothing this wild. But today i will double that number and more” “How are you feeling about today’s gangbang?” “Nervous but the money is life-changing. And i really love sex so Let’s get it over with,” I said with a small smile. I posed first, still clothed—hand on hip against a rock, turning to show my curves, doing a little twirl in my pink skirt and black top under the sun. The grass felt warm as they started fucking me with clothes on. Seven trainers surrounded me. One lifted my skirt, pulled panties aside, and thrust into my pussy from behind while I leaned on a rock. Another pushed into my mouth. They took turns, groping my top, fucking me partially dressed in the open field. Sensations built fast—stretching, fullness, their hands everywhere. I moaned sassily, “Not bad... keep going.” Then they got rough. They stripped all my clothes off aggressively, tossing them into the grass. Naked now, they really pounded me. Bent over rocks, on all fours in the grass, they fucked my pussy and ass hard. Slaps echoed, hair pulled, bodies slamming. I loved the roughness! “Harder! Yes!” I cheered between gasps, cumming hard multiple times as they used me. They came everywhere—inside my pussy, ass, mouth, on my breasts, stomach, back, face. Cum dripped all over my body inside and out, warm and sticky under the sun. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, but my cheerful side stayed: it felt dirty yet freeing in the grass field. After all that, to end the gangbang, I dropped to my knees, covered in their mess. I deep-throated each of their seven cocks one by one. I loved it so much—the way each stretched my throat deep, the throbbing, pushing my limits. I bobbed eagerly, gagging but persisting with tears of effort, tasting everything. Each one came inside my throat, and I swallowed greedily, loving the warm rushes filling me. “Mmm, I loved deep throating every single one until you all came down my throat,” I thought happily. Exhausted, cum-covered in the grass field, I gathered the money with a satisfied grin. What a day—life-changing cash and a secret wild memory.'
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Dawn Price

jigsaw_
AI art for prompt: 'Futanari spreading her ass. Soft cock. Cum dripping from penis. Bondage. Focus on asshole. Tired look. Full naked.'

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hanime34
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 "Asuka's gala evening"
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Asuka's gala evening

zuzul
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money (Remastered)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money (Remastered)

octavian
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 "Futanari Nurses"
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Futanari Nurses

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