grabbing another's chin

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.'
30

Aura Captured

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Haru Gangbang' with user description 'The air in the sun-drenched private garden of the Okumura estate was heavy with the scent of blooming roses and the faint, salty tang of over a hundred men. Haru Okumura stood at the center of the lush greenery, her silk dress long since discarded on the grass. This was a desperate gamble to save her family from total financial ruin. To settle the massive debts looming over her father’s legacy, she had agreed to host an exclusive "garden party" where she would be the sole focus for more than a hundred high-profile creditors. As the iron gates clicked shut, the manicured lawn became the site of her absolute surrender. Haru, usually known for her polite distance and refined grace, felt a sharp jolt of terror as the circle of men closed in under the bright afternoon sun. But as the first hands claimed her skin, the fear transformed into a white-hot, forbidden fire. For a girl who had always been a pawn in corporate games, being used so openly was providing a terrifyingly visceral release. The afternoon became a blur of relentless motion. Under the clear blue sky, the garden was a scene of constant, driving heat. Haru was handled with a ruthless efficiency, her body treated as communal property. She was turned and lifted, used in every way possible—doubly and triply penetrated as the men rotated with a predatory, tireless energy. The sight of her petite, porcelain-clear frame against the sea of suits and rough hands was stark, each man taking his share of the Okumura name. The most grueling part of the ordeal was the constant, rhythmic deepthroating. While she was being used from below and behind, a line of men forced themselves into her mouth. They pushed deep into her throat, asserting their power over the fallen heiress without any hint of mercy. Haru’s eyes blew wide, tears streaming down her face as she let out muffled, desperate cries. She was drowning in a wave of euphoria she couldn't control. The struggle to catch her breath—the thick, invasive presence of a stranger blocking her airway—made every tiny gasp a desperate battle. That specific feeling of being physically silenced and completely dominated triggered a feedback loop of pleasure that shattered her poise. The lack of oxygen combined with the friction sent her into a complete physical meltdown. The only time she could truly breathe was during the brief seconds when a man would finally reach his limit. He would pull himself from her mouth to ejaculate directly onto her stomach, the warm slick coating her skin. In those fleeting moments of reprieve, she would gasp, her chest heaving as she sucked in the fresh garden air—only for the next man to step forward and force her mouth open again. She came dozens of times, her body arching and shivering against the soft grass. Each time her breath was cut off by a deep thrust, another wave of climax ripped through her. By the time the shadows grew long and the creditors began to straighten their ties, Haru was a wreck of matted hair and red marks. She lay sprawled on the lawn, her throat raw and her body heavy. One of the lead creditors looked down at her, checking his watch. "The debt is officially cleared, Okumura-san. You’ve satisfied the contract." Haru took a long, shuddering breath, her eyes hazy but glowing with a new, dark hunger. She didn't look like a girl who had been defeated. Instead, she looked at the departing crowd with a defiant smirk. "Wait," she whispered, her voice a broken, raspy shadow of its former self. "If the debt is gone... then next month, I’m inviting more. I want to see if I can go even longer without breathing when there's no money on the line."'
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Haru Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "[Request] Meruccubus catch and feed"
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[Request] Meruccubus catch and feed

parda
AI art 'Miki Returns' with user description 'Miki wanders the street after receiving punishment at the hotel until she stumbles upon the apartment of her childhood friend'
30

Miki Returns

doggomage
AI art 'Maki Casting' with user description 'The rain lashed against the cold glass of the skyscraper’s penthouse, mirroring the rhythmic thrum of my pulse. I moved through the vents like a shadow, my red scrunchies the only splash of color in the dark machinery of the ventilation shaft. My target: the CEO of a multi-national conglomerate who had been funding shadow wars. He was supposed to be alone. I dropped from the ceiling with a silent, lethal grace, my dagger already unsheathed. But as my boots hit the plush carpet, blinding spotlights erupted from every corner, illuminating twenty men in tactical gear with rifles aimed at my chest. In the center stood the CEO, a man with a cruel, polished smile. "Maki Harukawa," he purred. "The Ultimate Assassin. Did you really think I wouldn't be ready?" I tightened my grip on my blade, scanning the room. Twenty elite guards, high-caliber weapons, zero cover. To fight was to die in a hail of lead before I could take a single step. I let the dagger fall. The metallic clang echoed through the silent room. "Fine," I said, my voice as flat as a grave. "I lost. You can take my life now. Just make it quick." The CEO stepped forward, his eyes roaming over my body with a sickening, predatory hunger. "Your life? Now? Oh, Maki, you aren't going to die so soon. We’re going to use you. Every single one of us." They took me to a room tucked away in the back of the penthouse—a jarring, horrific contrast to the rest of the building. It was completely pink. Pink walls, pink rugs, pink satin. They stripped me of my gear, but they didn't bind me. They didn't need to. With twenty armed men standing guard and the CEO watching like a hawk, they knew I had nowhere to go. I stood there in the center of that soft, neon nightmare, exposed and surrounded. For the next two hours, the room was a blur of heat and degradation. The CEO and his twenty guards descended upon me like animals. Because I wasn't bound, they moved me as they pleased, forcing me into various positions on the plush floor and against the velvet walls. They used me in every way possible, their lust driven by the thrill of conquering the world's most dangerous woman. They were relentless, taking turns with a primal, chaotic energy. They used my mouth, my pussy, and my anal passage with a bruising, heavy-handed greed. I felt the weight of them and the staggering girth of men who thought they had finally broken me. But as they hammered into me, as they filled my orifices with their filth, they didn't notice the subtle, sweet scent emanating from my skin. I wasn't fighting back—not because I had given up, but because I was waiting. Before the mission, I had prepared for the worst-case scenario. I had coated the linings of my three orifices with a highly concentrated, slow-release sedative—a calming toxin designed to be absorbed through mucosal contact. I had taken the antidote hours prior. Every time they used me, every time they drove themselves into my body, they were unknowingly dosing themselves with a powerful paralytic. One by one, the guards began to stumble. The CEO, who was currently over me, his face twisted in a mask of hedonistic joy, suddenly felt his eyes glaze over. His movements slowed, becoming sluggish and heavy. "W-What... what is this?" he gasped, his tongue thick. "Do you want to die?" I whispered. He collapsed on top of me, a dead weight. Around the room, heavy thuds followed as all twenty men hit the floor, their bodies completely paralyzed but their hearts still beating. I stood up, my body aching and coated in the evidence of their depravity, but my mind was clearer than it had been all night. I walked over to where they had tossed my dagger and picked it up. "You said you were going to use me," I said, looking down at the CEO as he stared up with wide, terrified eyes. "But in the end, you were just the delivery system for your own execution." I moved through the room with methodical precision. One stroke for each guard. One final, slow cut for the man in the center. By the time I walked out of that pink room, the only color left on the walls was the deep, dark crimson of a mission finally completed. I disappeared into the rain, leaving the "dollhouse" behind forever.'
29

Maki Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Danganronpa v3' with user description 'My next work will be with the danganronpa v3 girls. ❤️'
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Danganronpa v3

blackhairedstudent
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sex in bedroom (sao)

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Alexis Rhoades

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Drowzee's Hunted- Cynthia

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Jessica vs BBC Shower

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Chainsaw Man

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Pole dance

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Wanting

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AI art 'Drowzee's Hunted- Dawn'
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Drowzee's Hunted- Dawn

deathmask123
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Drowzee's Hunted- Perrin

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Beach Date With Kari

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Rem to work

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