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AI art "House of the Fallen - Chapter 3"
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House of the Fallen - Chapter 3

octavian
AI art '😻 CAThedral' with user description 'I am not a sinner anymore! I am CATholic now! Hell yeah! As I, for no reason, continue lingering in beautiful CATalonia, I recently visited stunning CAThedral of St. CATharine. The architecture? PURRfect! Butt, under the deep impression from this sacred spot, I officially converted to CATholicism. No more heresies — just PURRe devotion, CATnip incense and dim PURRple candle light 🐱⛪ #CatPuns #CATholic #CAThedral #CATalonia'
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😻 CAThedral

peterco
AI art '!!THE PARTICIPANTS!!.' with user description 'This first event will have 30 participants, these are the first 10.'
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!!THE PARTICIPANTS!!.

dreamwalker
AI art '¡¡DELETED!!.' with user description 'It has been decreed who are the eliminated from the tournament and they are the following girls: 1. Kaelin  28 2. Alita     46 3. Sofi      52 4. Tere     59 5. Mika    60 6. Bell      62 7. Orin     63 8. Nyx     63 9. Aslhey 64 10. Grees 65'
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¡¡DELETED!!.

dreamwalker
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Sem título

ririfake
AI art "Wednesday"
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Wednesday

zuzul
AI art 'Pillow Princesses 6 (Persona Girls)'
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Pillow Princesses 6 (Persona Girls)

usagi77
AI art "Rimuru Tempest 7"
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Rimuru Tempest 7

gealdaydreamer
AI art "I remembered this anime existed and it didn't have any fanart"
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I remembered this anime existed and it didn't have any fanart

wasabikuzu
AI art 'Ai Dark Fantasy' with user description 'The ancient scroll was a challenge. The Shirogane family archives spoke of a lost relic, the "Heart's Mirror," hidden within a forgotten church on the city's outskirts. It was said to show the true face of one's love. Ai Hayasaka, the Shinomiya maid, saw it as the ultimate tool to serve her mistress. If she could secure this mirror, she could ensure Lady Kaguya's path to Miyuki's heart was absolute, a foolproof victory. It was a duty she accepted with chilling devotion. The church was a skeletal silhouette against the bruised purple of the night sky. Ai moved like a phantom, her uniform a ghostly white in the gloom. The heavy oak door groaned open under her push, releasing a smell like an open tomb—wet earth, incense, and something metallic, like old blood. Inside, the air was frigid. Moonlight struggled through stained-glass windows depicting saints with agonized, melting faces. Her footsteps echoed, unnaturally loud, as she approached the nave. Then they stopped. The floorboards ahead weren't wood. They were moving. A slow, rhythmic writhing. Shapes rose from the pews. Not people. They were corpses, their flesh clinging to bones in tattered, desiccated strips. Their skin was the color of spoiled milk, their eyes hollow sockets glowing with faint, malevolent embers. Horns, black and jagged, curled from their skulls. They turned as one, their necks cracking, to face her. Ai reached for the tanto sheathed at her thigh, but she was too late. A dozen hands, impossibly strong and colder than the grave, seized her limbs. She didn't scream; a perfect maid never screams. She gasped, a choked, terrified sound, as they dragged her forward. Their touch was corrosive. Her immaculate maid uniform began to flake away, turning to black ash that drifted to the stone floor. Her pristine apron dissolved, then her blouse and skirt, until she was entirely exposed and shivering in the infernal chill. Holding her down on the altar—a massive slab of black, veined marble—the creatures began to leave their marks. Using sharp, blackened claws, they carved jagged words directly into her bare skin: **SLUT**, **DEVIL**, and **SATAN**. Above her breasts, they precisely traced a deep, bleeding pentagram, sealing her into the ritual. Chains, black as night, slithered from the sides and clamped around her wrists and ankles, holding her spread-eagled. The creatures closed in, their silent advance more terrifying than any sound. The initial onslaught of the first three figures was a brutal, overwhelming invasion that tore a raw, guttural cry from her throat as her remaining innocence was violently shattered. Tears welled, blurring her vision and smearing the perfect eyeliner and mascara down her cheeks in black, tragic streaks. But as the searing pain settled, a terrifying transformation occurred within her. Amidst the grim, horrific atmosphere of the defiled chapel, her body betrayed her; the initial agony gave way to a dark, intoxicating rush of adrenaline, and she began to experience an intense, forbidden pleasure, collapsing into a cycle of involuntary climaxes despite the horror of the situation. Then the true frenzy began. The room became an absolute mob as ten creatures set upon her simultaneously in a synchronized display of total domination. Two targeted her throat, forcing her jaw open; two claimed her front, and two forced their way into her rear, while the remaining four pinned her limbs, two handling her hands and two crushing her feet. Her world became a complete blur of exhaustion, sensory overload, and the sickeningly sweet stench of decay. The air grew thick with a sulfurous haze. Chanting started, a low, guttural chorus in a language that made her teeth ache. The pressure inside her built to a crescendo, a spiritual poison flooding her very core as the routine repeated endlessly. The final creature, a towering thing with a crown of bone, finally finished the ritual, unleashing a torrent of icy, corrupted essence. The altar throbbed beneath her, the chanting peaked, and the stained-glass windows shattered outward. As suddenly as it began, it was over. The chains dissolved. The corpses crumbled to dust. Ai was alone, trembling and covered in filth on the defiled altar. She felt a strange warmth spread through her veins, a dark power that extinguished her fear. She dressed herself in a uniform that materialized from shadow, perfectly pressed. She walked out of the church into the pre-dawn light, not as a maid, but as a vessel. Her mission was still clear, but the object of her devotion had changed. The world was no longer for Lady Kaguya. It was for her new master. And its reign would be eternal.'
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Ai Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Dark elf exposed'
5

Dark elf exposed

pappina
AI art 'Monster Matrimony (Part 2)' with user description 'Getting busy'
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Monster Matrimony (Part 2)

usagi77
What do you think?

What do you think?

qwaszxlou
AI art "Genshin Girls (Mondstat Edition)"
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Genshin Girls (Mondstat Edition)

usagi77
AI art 'The Countess' with user description 'Why does the word countess sound like c*nt-ass 🤔'
4

The Countess

peterco
AI art "Futanari Nun"
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Futanari Nun

kendarfulgrim
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2

Sem título

ulyth
AI art "Succubus transformation - Part 1"
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Succubus transformation - Part 1

kendarfulgrim
AI art "summoning gone wrong..or right"

summoning gone wrong..or right

titlejusta
AI art "Nekos having fun! (|)w(|)"
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Nekos having fun! (|)w(|)

junsevith
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