just the tip

AI art "Sakura femdom"
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Sakura femdom

test321
AI art "Dawn is Horny"
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Dawn is Horny

onlyyouprod
AI art 'Fruit' with user description 'Fern sharing some grapes'
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Fruit

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Ilyana'
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Ilyana

barry915
AI art 'Aura Captured' with user description 'The snow crunched beneath my boots as I approached the tavern, a solitary beacon of warmth in this frozen wasteland. My violet hair whipped in the biting wind, and the **Scales of Obedience** at my hip rattled—a reminder of my absolute authority. I, Aura the Guillotine, did not fear these mortals. They were but insects whose lives were measured in the weight of their souls. As I reached the door, an old, obese man blocked my path, his face a map of filth and scars. "You killed them all," he rasped. "My entire bloodline. I challenge you, Aura. A measure of souls." My pride was my undoing. I scanned his mana; it was pathetic. I could have ended him instantly, but I wanted to see the despair on his face when his own soul condemned him. I summoned the Scales, pouring my vast, ancient mana into my side. The scale tipped instantly toward me. But seconds before his mana touched the plate, he drained a shimmering vial. It was a **Potion of Infinite Illusion**. It didn’t actually increase his power, but it tricked the magical logic of the scales, making his mana appear as a bottomless, infinite abyss for five crucial seconds. The balance slammed down on his side with the force of a falling mountain. Because the scale "saw" him as superior, its magic bound my very soul to his will. "Silence," he commanded, his voice cold and flat. "Speak only when I tell you to. Only do what I want you to do." He took me to his new home town, a place I destroyed 60 years ago, rebuilt by the child i dis not kill that time.. he ordered me to serve every one of them, and i Did... one after another, no resting.. some where big, big as monsters, their bodies made mine look small, After forty-eight hours of being used by every man in his village—my demonic body cruelly resetting my anatomy to a virgin state after every violation—he led me to a stone square. "Put your head and hands through here," he ordered, pointing to a heavy, stone-and-iron guillotine frame. "**Wait here in this position in silence until I return. And keep serving anyone who comes to use you.**" He never came back. I have been in this position for seven hundred years. My neck and wrists are locked into the frame, my spine permanently arched, my rear perpetually exposed to the whims of the kingdom that grew around my shackle. I have forgotten the sound of my own voice; the concept of speech has withered in my mind like a dead leaf. I have forgotten the taste of food and the warmth of a bed. Most importantly, I have never slept. My demonic stamina ensures I remain wide awake, forced to witness every second of my degradation through the centuries. The square is never empty. I have become a living monument, a landmark of flesh and stone. Around the base of my pedestal, a permanent slum of forty hobos has taken root. They live in wretched huts built against my legs, treating my body as a communal hearth. While the city sleeps, they take turns fucking me all night long, their unwashed bodies a constant weight against my cold skin. During the day, travelers from across the world join the queue. Sometimes five or six men use me simultaneously—one at my mouth, others at my pussy and anus—clambering over each other to claim a piece of the monster. My body is a cursed masterpiece of regeneration. It is a biological nightmare of rapid recovery. One second, a man withdraws and my ass is left **extremely gaped**, a dark, distended void pulsing from the trauma of his intrusion; in the very next second, the demonic magic surges through my tissue, sealing the opening until it is **virgin again**. I am a perpetual loop of destruction and restoration, a tight, "pure" vessel that is torn open by the next stranger only to reset before his seed even cools. I no longer think of magic. The only thing that exists is the count. I have become a living abacus. One billion. One billion and ten. The number is the only thing I truly know. I watch the fashion of the men change and the seasons bleed into centuries. I am a hole in the center of the world, a silent vessel that has processed the seed of entire lineages. I am the first demon to ever feel the sting of a tear, a single drop of salt water that has carved a permanent track down my weathered face—a testament to a billion men and an eternity of silence.'
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Aura Captured

blackhairedstudent
AI art "My girl Hinata"
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My girl Hinata

kevinlor20
AI art "Tinker Bell is craving big dick"
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Tinker Bell is craving big dick

terror2
AI art "Ankha's urges"
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Ankha's urges

terror2
AI art "Karaoke With Gina"
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Karaoke With Gina

doggomage
AI art "Fucking the Soccer Star"
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Fucking the Soccer Star

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Waking Up with Iommi"
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Waking Up with Iommi

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Nixi and the sweetness of the magicians. part ? maybe...' with user description 'It occurred to me that it would be good to create a character of each different race, like: orcs, elves, fairy, etc. And to make a story for the most supported ones as was the case with Nixi. And to bring them together in the same world, as is the case with Miler.'
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Nixi and the sweetness of the magicians. part ? maybe...

dreamwalker
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 '"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 2.'
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"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 2.

crow-7w7
AI art "The snack before the sandwich"
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The snack before the sandwich

warmicestudios
AI art "Iommi is Good out there, so she can be Bad with you"
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Iommi is Good out there, so she can be Bad with you

dreamerofdreams
AI art "That night in Sydney"
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That night in Sydney

octavian
AI art 'Miler's Potion Adventure: Part 3' with user description 'There's still a bit left, but I'm going to take a break because my subscription is about to expire. Thanks, and see you soon.'
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Miler's Potion Adventure: Part 3

dreamwalker
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 4A' with user description '<This post continues from the 3b “Accept her” decision> Yes, this was how it should be. Your mind was still fuzzy on the details, but that was just the normal morning grogginess surely. You knew this woman. She reached her hand out a little farther, fingers opened to intertwine with yours. You take her hand. Something changes about her. Like her face suddenly became clearer, or the sleep was finally falling from your eyes. “Yes, that’s right dear. Let me hold you until you feel better.” She pulls and you slide your body closer, more into the center of the bed. Her eyes feel like they are staring into your soul now. Her gaze strips away the brain fog, the fatigue, all the little aches and annoyances. Something wells up in you. At first, you think it must be love. A warm affection for your caring wife. You can feel your blood pumping faster. Your pulse quickens. A flight or fight response. Your body is screaming danger. But your mind is preaching calm. Her eyes win the debate. “What’s wrong darling?” She pulls her arm back but her eyes are wide with anticipation and her smile has stretched into a hungry grin. “Is it your nerves again? I think I know just the treatment…” She slinks out from under the covers with all the grace of a serpent cornering its prey. Her body straddles you and you find yourself unable to move from your position. Her thighs press against yours, skin softer than the bedsheets. Her hands grab your arms and press them down gently, and yet it is enough to keep you pinned. She leans forward, letting her body slide and shift against yours and her ample breasts press lightly against your chest. You try to speak, but she holds a finger to her lips and your mouth refuses to open. “Ssshhhh.” She whispers. “Just let go and relax. I’m in control now.” You hear the wind rustle through the leaves and the room begins to fill with the scent of the woods. Moist dirt, crisp misty air, minty herbs and rosy floral perfumes. Fallen leaves begin to litter the bed even though the windows are securely closed. “Don’t worry darling, I’m going to make you feel all better. I’ll take every last drop of worry and anxiety and fear and hope and joy until nothing is left except the pleasure and the pain.” She licks her lips in eager anticipation, and you can feel the panic rising in your chest, but… no matter what you do you can’t look away from her eyes. They draw you in, sap the rising panic from your muscles and keep you pinned in place. “Let’s get started~” She slides up and back, one hand reaching for your cock. Her touch is almost electrifying. Her grip is firm, strong enough to hurt just a bit, but not too tight. She guides the tip to her other hungry mouth and slides it in effortlessly and unceremoniously. Her warmth devours you. Squeezes you. This was something more than sex. Her entire body shivered as she finished pressing her hips down against you for the first time. The sensation was too much to bear. All the welling emotions felt like they were being drained from your body. You wanted to move, to try to take some control of the situation, but your arms felt more like lead with each passing second and your mind was rapidly losing grip on anything that wasn’t the feel of her most intimate touch. Even the room around you was shifting into impossible angles. The Woods had claimed this room in much the same way as she had claimed you. She shifted again, rising and thrusting her hips, bouncing her breasts, and sending a new wave of sensation through you. Every thrust she made felt like your mind was being run through a blender and whatever was left was being sucked out of you bit by bit. Pleasure and pain. Nothing else existed until she stopped. “Relax… we’ve got all the time in the world. And I’m going to savor every last drop of you~” < Ending C - Dream A Little Dream Of Me >'
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 4A

usagi77
AI art "Getting Dressed and Going on Dates with Iommi"
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Getting Dressed and Going on Dates with Iommi

dreamerofdreams
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