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AI art 'Delicious! In Dungeon (her asshole)' with user description 'Marcille should have considered not having such a delicious anus if she didn't want to get her asshole plundered. Oh well! What can you do.'
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Delicious! In Dungeon (her asshole)

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Resident Evil: Tangled Up

thoughtzi
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tentacle pleasure

remega
AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'
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Noir City - The Black Book

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AI art 'Waiting for Frieren' with user description 'Fern sat on a mossy stone just outside the damp, pulsating mouth of the cavern, her breathing still coming in ragged, uneven hitches that shook her entire frame. Her lavender hair was matted with a thick, translucent slime that shimmered uncomfortably in the pale moonlight, smelling faintly of ancient ozone and musk. She was wrapped tightly in Frieren’s spare traveling cloak, clutching the heavy fabric so hard her knuckles were white and bloodless, trying to hide the fact that she was completely naked underneath—the acidic, specialized secretions of the beast having dissolved her sturdy wool clothing into a caustic, steaming froth in a matter of seconds. "Mistress Frieren..." Fern began, her voice a low, trembling rasp that carried a mixture of residual shock and a deep, simmering indignation. She refused to look at the elf, who was currently preoccupied with shaking the lime-colored slime off a salvaged, waterlogged grimoire, looking entirely too casual for someone who had just witnessed a biological catastrophe. "It happened the second you stepped into that inner chamber without even a basic detection barrier. You were so focused on that 'secret chest' that you didn't even notice the mana-fluctuations shifting beneath our feet. A Tentacle... it didn't drop from the ceiling like a normal cave-predator. It surged from the shadows directly beneath the threshold. It was faster than any offensive spell I could formulate in my mind. It stripped me instantly—my clothes just... vanished. It felt like being licked by a giant, burning tongue." "Oh," Frieren commented, not looking up from her book. "That sounds like a Gastropod-Mimic. They have a very high concentration of gastric acid in their outer membrane. It’s quite rare to find one that large outside of the Central Lands. Did it tingle? Usually, the acid has a mild numbing effect to prevent the prey from struggling too much." Fern’s face burned a violent, pained shade of crimson at the clinical observation. She squeezed her eyes shut, the phantom sensation of the slick, pulsating appendage still echoing through her overstimulated nerves. "It didn't numb anything, Mistress! It was agonizing! It didn't want to consume me; it wanted to use me as a biological anchor for its internal circuit. For hours while you were deeper in those tunnels, chasing after some useless 'laundry-drying' spell, that thing held me suspended against the jagged stone wall. It was relentless. It forced itself into my Pussy and my Anus simultaneously, a dual, synchronized intrusion that felt like it was trying to split my very pelvis in half. The girth was... it was unnatural, Mistress. It was cold, rhythmic, and mechanical, stretching my frame until I couldn't even scream anymore, only gasp for air that smelled like rot." "Hm," Frieren hummed, flipping a sticky page. "The dual-entry is a reproductive strategy. It maximizes the surface area for nutrient absorption through the mucous membranes. It’s actually quite efficient from an evolutionary standpoint. I read once that elves have a higher tolerance for that kind of internal displacement, but I suppose for a human girl like you, the stretching must have been quite significant. Did you feel your pulse syncing with the creature's heart? That’s usually when the bridge is complete." "I wasn't looking for a 'bridge', Mistress! I was being dismantled!" Fern’s voice rose to a shrill, hysterical pitch. "I was a captive audience to my own violation! Every time I tried to gather enough mana for a 'Zoltraak' blast to free myself, the tentacle in my rear would pulse with a heavy, electric throb, sending a shock of localized paralysis directly through my spine. It knew exactly how to keep me helpless. I was being used as a vessel, filled and expanded until my abdomen felt hard and distended. I could see the shape of the appendages moving beneath my skin... it was horrifying. I felt like a discarded shell being prepared for a brood." "That would be the 'ovipositor' phase," Frieren noted, finally looking over at Fern with a blank, analytical gaze. "Though, since it was a mimic, it was likely just injecting high-density mana-fluid to stabilize your temperature. You’re actually glowing a little bit from the inside. It’s a very soft blue light. It’s actually quite pretty, in a way. You probably won't need a lantern for at least three days." "I don't want to be a lantern!" Fern shrieked, pulling the cloak even tighter around her chest, her eyes brimming with tears of pure, unadulterated frustration. "When you finally 'saved' me... when you finally realized I wasn't behind you and cut those things away with that lazy wind-cutter... I didn't feel relief. I felt hollow. I am completely Gaped, Mistress Frieren. My body won't close. I can feel the night air... inside me. It’s disgusting. It’s 'ecchi'. It’s the worst kind of despair a girl can face. I feel like a broken toy." "It’ll snap back eventually," Frieren said, turning back to her grimoire. "Human anatom'
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