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Secre Riding

Secre Riding

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Arte de IA 'House of the fallen - chapter 1' com descrição do usuário 'Sister Selina sat at the chapel praying when the skies turned red and she heard a demonic voice. "YOU PRAY TO NO ONE. IN THIS HOUSE, YOU PRAY TO ME." Her mind was invaded she fought as best she could. "What are you?" "I AM LUST AND I WILL SHOW YOU." The demon took over her mind and body. She could do nothing but give in. And give in she did as it took her body. When he was finished she stopped it. "More....I need more." Selena said. "One down...now on to the other sisters."'
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House of the fallen - chapter 1

octavian
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Arte de IA 'Evelyn' com descrição do usuário 'From a little personal narrative project — Aethelgard ——— This is Evelyn. She is one of the founders of Aethelgard, and is a survivor of the World Shift. She is a brilliant alchemist and artificer, a front liner and mid-range fighter, and is a capable warlock who can use infernal and abyssal magic (though she seldom does). She is 128 years old, and has been a close friend and ally of the First Witch from even before the World Shift. That's right. She too lived through the end of the world and lived to tell the tale (though there's hardly ever a need to do so). Most people in Aethelgard simply know her as Evelyn, but when humanity was still fighting back against demons and monsters, she was known by another name — The Warlock. She armed the people with weapons and armor in their fight, and taught them how to make them. She is a pioneer of alchemy in the new world post-shift. She also someone who supported Ray throughout the years, even when sometimes it was to hard to do so. She knew if she did not, Ray would still do what she believed necessary, even at the cost of her own life. Evelyn made sure it never truly came to that. She is a capable woman who has left her mark in the new history. But much like Ray, she saw a lot, experienced a lot. One can usually tell if someone is from that generation. There's a sort of weariness that suffuses their being. Her body covered in many scars she has gained over the year. One could mistake it for the marks of her long fight — it would surprise many to know that most of her scars she got in a single night, during a blasphemous union. One she would not share. No wonder she smokes. But there was once a time where she wasn't who she is now. 100 years ago, when modern-day society still thrived. She was an outgoing woman who enjoyed the night life. She was also a chemist and an engineer. Evelyn and Ray still wonder how they ended up as friends at times. She still reminisces about those days, and still remembers what came after... The ruins of the old world still stand, a monument of a bygone era, beneath a wounded sky.'
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Evelyn

narillia
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Arte de IA "The Hunger: Consumption [4 of 4]"
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The Hunger: Consumption [4 of 4]

dreamerofdreams
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Arte de IA "House of the Fallen - Chapter 3"
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House of the Fallen - Chapter 3

octavian
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Arte de IA "RE: SKILL TEST."
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RE: SKILL TEST.

terror2
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Arte de IA 'Unknown Taimanin pt.4' com descrição do usuário 'I typo’d Igawa Sakura’s name and thought the result looked cool so i made some small collections with her. Some extras.'
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Unknown Taimanin pt.4

jbp_28959
Arte de IA 'Burning Passion'
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Burning Passion

narillia
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Arte de IA "The Hunger: Feasting [3 of 4]"
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The Hunger: Feasting [3 of 4]

dreamerofdreams
5
Arte de IA "Kaiju Lady and Some Demons."
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Kaiju Lady and Some Demons.

madpowerbomber
Arte de IA "fighting a demon"
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fighting a demon

anonim369
2
Arte de IA "Succubus gets summoned and chained"
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Succubus gets summoned and chained

hagen
Arte de IA
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sanma
Arte de IA

Sem título

valtek
1
Arte de IA "Iommi's Solo Rituals"
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Iommi's Solo Rituals

dreamerofdreams
Arte de IA 'Devil boy and undead girl'
5

Devil boy and undead girl

bian1981gt
Arte de IA
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Sem título

traders
Arte de IA
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Sem título

sanma
Arte de IA 'Forbidden Lust and Desire' com descrição do usuário 'The first time Seraphiel saw him, she forgot how to pray. And something stirred deep within her soul. Lust...desire...temptation...wetness...then she snapped back into reality. He stood alone at the edge of the Abyss, cloaked in shadows, his crimson eyes fixed on the battlefield below. Smoke curled around his horns. He was a demon. She was an angel. And yet she couldn't stop staring. For centuries, Seraphiel had obeyed Heaven without question. Desire was weakness. Temptation was corruption. Demons were creatures to pity or destroy. Yet none of Heaven's teachings prepared her for him. His name was Kael. And he looked at her as though he already knew she was falling. So he placed the role as tormentor, teasing her when the opportunity was there. Their first conversation was an argument. Their second was worse. By the third, Seraphiel found herself inventing excuses to patrol near the border between realms. Kael noticed the pattern. But still patiently waiting for his opportunity to strike. "You angels are terrible liars," he teased one evening. Moonlight reflected from the silver armor covering her body. "I am not lying." "No?" He stepped closer. The air between them became unbearably warm. "Then why does your heart race every time you see me?" Seraphiel's wings flared instinctively. "It does not." Kael laughed softly. Another lie. The sound sent a strange shiver through her. She hated it. She hated him. At least that's what she told herself. But hatred didn't keep her awake at night. Hatred didn't make her wonder how his cock would feel in pussy. Hatred didn't make her imagine how she would moan and shiver after each stroke. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Their meetings continued with neither side making the first move. Seraphiel learned Kael wasn't cruel. He loved music. Collected flowers that grew only in Hell. Dreamed of seeing the stars from Heaven one day. Kael learned Seraphiel wasn't as composed as she pretended. She laughed too loudly when nervous. Secretly enjoyed rebellious poetry. And blushed whenever he looked at her for too long. Which he did often. Far too often. One night, beneath an eclipse that turned the sky crimson, they met at the ruins of an ancient cathedral. Neither spoke. They simply stood there. Close. Closer than they should be. Kael's gaze lingered on her face and then to her supple breasts. Seraphiel looked away. Then looked back. The tension between them had become unbearable. Years of restraint. Months of longing. Countless stolen moments all crashing together. "This is a mistake," she whispered. Kael nodded. "Probably." Neither moved. Seraphiel's pulse thundered. She knew the rules. Angels did not desire demons. Demons did not love angels. Yet here they were. Standing at the edge of disaster. Together. "You should leave," she said softly. "I know." He still didn't move. Neither did she. The silence stretched. Filled with yearning...fear...the terrifying possibility that one touch could change everything. Kael smiled sadly. "You know what scares me?" Seraphiel shook her head. "I've fought angels." He stepped a little closer. "Defied kings." Closer still. "Walked through Hellfire." Now only inches separated them. "And none of it frightens me." His voice dropped to barely above a whisper as he slightly touched her slightly on her breasts. "But the thought of losing you...without feeling you...lusting for you..." Seraphiel closed her eyes. Because that frightened her too. More than Heaven's judgment. More than Hell's wrath. More than anything. In that moment, she understood why forbidden love was so dangerous. Not because it was sinful. But because once you let someone into your soul... The idea of living without them becomes impossible. And Seraphiel, Heaven's most faithful angel knew in that moment what she wanted...and it was right there in front of her for the taking.'
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Forbidden Lust and Desire

user_3_10
Arte de IA "Narillia"
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Narillia

narillia
1