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4boys

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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 "A Nightclub Memory"
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A Nightclub Memory

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Restrained kitty"
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Restrained kitty

zuzul
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 "Winner jirou kyouka"
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Winner jirou kyouka

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

octavian
AI art '🌞 Pool Party!' with user description 'I am joining the pool party! 😎 @octavian @warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @warmicestudios @parda @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn'
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🌞 Pool Party!

peterco
AI art 'Ankha & Tara as inspired by YOU TOO!' with user description 'About 3 weeks ago, Octavian made a post honoring 10 of the most creative minds on BetterWaifu. I was very honored to be included in that list and after I made a post to honor them back, I decided to share the love even further and feature 10* more creators who inspire me on BetterWaifu. I went through everybody's accounts and picked out my personal favorites to pay tribute to. I adhered to the 3 golden rules originally set by Octavian: 1) If there was a remix, I remixed it. 2) If there was no prompt, I made my own interpretation. 3) NO REFERENCE SHOT. Last time I only picked out 1 image per creator. This time I wanted to include as much material as possible, so now it's 3 different posts per person! 🤯 I randomized the order, so it's not from best to worst or anything like that. If you see anything you like, please check out the original creator's account and give them a follow! #1 - 3: @thoughtzi - A Small Show of Gratitude - Eye Candy - A Wild Waifusaurus I really enjoy your posts about the internationally celebrated days of [insert thing to celebrate]. I love how random they can get! International Tiara Day? World Thick Shake Day!? Who even decides these things!? 😂 #4 - 6: @shoon1234 - outdoor showering (shower show) - naked library - no locker room The world you create inside your posts always makes me laugh! It's very funny to think about how these 'What if...?' scenarios would turn out in the real world! #7 - 9: @smut317 - Warmicestudios Congrats on Getting 2K Followers - Introducing Annie - 100 Followers Anything involving your OC Ouka always gets my complete attention! She gives off such a nice and sweet vibe, but she also isn't afraid of using her body to get what she wants! 😍 #10 - 12: @usagi77 - When the love potion works a little too well… - Level Grinding - Fruit Girls Your recent series in which we got to date all your OC's was phenomenal and criminally underviewed! Of course I also enjoyed your previous posts but I think these dates were all pulled off tremendously! ❤️❤️❤️ #13 - 15: @gildenstein - Cyberpunk Hana Backstory Part 5 - Just calling a good friend - Neon light Hana You've allowed me the honor of working with some of your OC's before and I'm truly grateful to you! I'm generally not really a big fan of cyberpunk, but your 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD' series actually got me interested in a cyberpunk story for once. If that's not a sign of greatness, I don't know what is! #16 - 18: @grumshanks_bigman - Untitled - Untitled - Untitled I think I'm allowed to call myself the No.1 Ankha appreciater on BetterWaifu, but you are definitely the biggest Shantae fan on this platform! You upload images of her almost daily and I think they are all very high quality! Recently you've started creating videos as well and I don't think there's a single bad one in there! I do think it's unfortunate you don't name your posts though. Maybe you could name them like like: 'Shantae fellatio (1)' and 'Shantae & Rottytops tentacle fucked (4)'. They don't all have to be original names. Just a way for viewers (like me) to tell them apart. 😉 #19 - 21: @deathmask123 - Furries - Love is War- War over - Drowzee Hunting- *series in general* For the longest time I had been trying to recreate the style in your posts without any luck. I was so jealous of how your 'dark rooms' looked like, well... actually dark rooms! 😂 That is, until I finally found the secret sauce when putting this post together! I love all your 'Drowzee Hunting' posts! They can be very hot, creepy and funny at the same time! #22 - 24: @eric_pulgar - cant hold anymore! (1) - selfie! - beach day (4) I don't think you've shared your OC's names yet, but I love all the little scenes you put the two pink haired girls in! It's all very vanilla, but you prove that this doesn't have to mean that it's boring! #25 - 27: @doggomage - Miki The Punk - Miki Strikes Again - Mind Controlled Girl Miki's posts are some of my favorites on the entirety of BetterWaifu! I just had to dedicate more than one of the images to her story! I also wanted to pay honor to Hana, but neither Ankha's nor Tara's bodies were a good representation of her, eh... completeness? 😅 #28 - 30: @ririfake - Untitled - Untitled - Hidden sex? Wow! Just wow! So many wonderful pieces to choose from! Your posts always immediately stand out from the rest because of their colorful and artistic nature! You've introduced me to so many girls inspired by animals and monsters I didn't even know existed! While you title some of your posts, most of them are still untitled unfortunately. Like I mentioned before, a title helps a lot in differentiating your posts from one another. They don't all have to be completely different names. Just number them if you don't want to think up a lot of different titles for your monster girls! *My stupid monkey brain screwed up, because I actually planned to include 1 more creator in here. @happo's images will be in a separate post. I'm very sorry! 😖'
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Ankha & Tara as inspired by YOU TOO!

terror2
AI art "Anime's top silver-haired Goddesses"
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Anime's top silver-haired Goddesses

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

octavian
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

herlin
AI art 'Nagatoro Good as Gold'
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Nagatoro Good as Gold

jigsaw_
AI art "Cyndel Vale Needs Money 13"
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Cyndel Vale Needs Money 13

octavian
AI art "@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉 (Chapter 1)"
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@blackhairedstudent's 2K Follower Special 🎉🎉 (Chapter 1)

terror2
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 '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
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Poo poo pee doo

zuzul
AI art "Asuka's gala evening"
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Asuka's gala evening

zuzul
AI art '🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟' with user description 'HEEEEEEEELLO GUYS 🌟🌟🌟🌟 THIS IS MY 100th POST!!! For this special occasion i made a compilation with some of my favorite posts i made along the way! You can find here all yours (and mine) favourites and most iconic waifus! ❤️​ Nakano Miku, Raphtalia, Nagatoro, May, Frieren, Fern, Boa Hancock, Jasmine, Hinata, Asui, Toph and many more! Thank you guys for always supporting me i hope you will keep enjoy my content everyday ❤️​ Please share some love in the comment section of this post ❤️​'
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🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟

herlin
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