metal collar

AI art 'Altina BDSM' with user description 'Black Rabbit captured'
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Altina BDSM

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Cynthia Milk' with user description 'Would you drink a glass of that milk? Check my profile for more <3'
6

Cynthia Milk

herlin
AI art 'Milk and tentacles' with user description 'Both my signature scenes merged in a single pic hehe Check my profile for more <3'
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Milk and tentacles

herlin
AI art 'Cyndel Vale needs to escape (ft. Captain Nemesis)' with user description 'Previously on "Cyndel Vale needs the money"..... Cyndel recovered more gold than she could possibly imagine from the enemy. Then she felt it - two soft, but firm hands on her breasts and the chilling voice of someone in her ear. "Well, well, well.....Looks like I have a new playmate." Then blackness as she was knocked unconscious. "Welcome to my playpen, Cyndel," Nemesis laughed. "Let's see how much you can take before dealing with the likes of me." Cyndel just laughed defiantly. "Clearly, you haven't seen what I've been dealing with for the last eight episodes. Do your worst." For the next 72 hours, Cyndel was tied to every type of device Nemesis had and inserted with all manner of objects. But Cyndel was trained to resist this types of torture. "Please," Cyndel scoffed. "I've been pounded harder at McDonald's." Nemesis grew anrgy. "You talk to much. Private Peterco, get the gag." The poundings continued until Nemesis was ready to play herself. Nemesis tried to break Cyndel, but underestimated how insatiable Cyndel's sexual appetite was. In the end, Cyndel exhausted her foe and simply walked out the door with a parting message. "Nice try, Captain, but if you take a swing at the queen, bring some bigger equipment next time."'
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Cyndel Vale needs to escape (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art "Frieren Milk in every model"
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Frieren Milk in every model

herlin
AI art 'Maomao Gangbang' with user description 'The tea in the official’s cup hadn't just been bitter; it had been lethal. In the delicate, treacherous ecosystem of the Rear Palace and the surrounding capital, Maomao was usually the one uncovering poisons, not administering them. However, when a high-ranking magistrate’s greed began to starve the very district that raised her—threatening the lives of the "sisters" at the Verdigris House and the old man who taught her the healing arts—Maomao’s pragmatism shifted into something far more clinical and cold. The crime was meticulously planned. Maomao knew the properties of the *Datura* flower and the refined toxins of the pufferfish better than any court physician. She didn't seek a quick death for the magistrate; she sought a public, agonizing display of his own corruption. She had slipped into his manor under the guise of a wandering herbalist, her freckled face hidden by a commoner’s hood. With the steady hand of a surgeon, she had laced his private supply of "invigorating" tonics with a slow-acting neurotoxin that would mimic the symptoms of the very plague he had refused to fund the medicine for. She was caught not because of a mistake in her chemistry, but because of a rare moment of lingering. She had paused to reclaim a specific, rare mortar and pestle—a tool from her father—and the magistrate’s elite guard, returning early from a patrol, found her in the private study. The official was already convulsing on the floor, his skin turning a sickly shade of grey. Maomao didn't struggle. She simply looked at the dying man with the same detached curiosity she used when dissecting a rare insect. Because the magistrate was a cousin to the regional governor, the retribution was swift and designed to humiliate. Usually, a woman of her status would be sent to a labor camp or executed, but the governor, in a fit of sadistic creativity, declared her crime so "unnatural" and "aggressive" that she should be treated as a common male insurgent. There were no female facilities in this remote provincial outpost. Thus, Maomao was sentenced to the Black Iron Stockade—a sprawling, subterranean fortress that served as the region's only male prison. The heavy iron doors groaned as they shut behind her, the sound echoing like a tombstone settling into place. Maomao was stripped of her herbalist robes and given a tattered, oversized tunic. As she was led down the damp, torch-lit corridors, the air changed. It became thick with the smell of unwashed bodies, stale grain, and the predatory heat of hundreds of men who hadn't seen a woman in years. The guards didn't put her in a private cell; they led her to the central block, where the most hardened criminals and the most bored wardens resided. The "punishment" was understood without being spoken. In a place where men were reduced to animals, Maomao was the only scrap of humanity left to tear apart. She looked at the rows of iron bars, her cat-like eyes reflecting the flicker of the torches. She knew medicine, and she knew the human body—how it broke, how it bled, and how it sought release. As the first guard unlocked the communal gate and shoved her inside, the shadows moved. The final descent into the abyss of the Black Iron Stockade was a cacophony of flesh and desperation that defied the laws of the Empire. Within hours of her arrival, the hierarchy of the prison had reoriented itself around her small, defiant frame. The guards and the inmates, usually separated by bars and bitterness, found a common, carnal purpose in her presence. Maomao was forced onto a rough wooden table in the center of the common room, her legs forced wide as a line of men—thieves, murderers, and the very wardens meant to watch them—vied for a turn. The air was filled with the rhythmic slapping of skin and the guttural grunts of dozens of men reaching their limits. She was passed from the calloused hands of a coal-thief to the iron grip of the lead jailer, her body used as a communal vessel for their collective lust. They took her in shifts, filling her mouth, her pussy, and her ass until she was slick with a layer of sweat and spent seed that coated her from head to toe. As one man finished, erupting deep inside her, two more were waiting to take his place, their gigantic, starved members demanding her attention. The apothecary’s daughter, who once spent her days measuring drops of poison, now found herself drowning in a sea of male heat, serving an endless cycle of convicts and captors in a relentless, exhausting gangbang that turned the prison floor into a slick, musk-filled arena of total violation.'
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Maomao Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'My Milk Academia' with user description 'Leave a comment if you like what you see :)'
7

My Milk Academia

herlin
AI art "Dorothea and Hilda fire emblem three houses"
30

Dorothea and Hilda fire emblem three houses

sagajay
AI art 'Ferns Milk' with user description 'I'm sorry for being like this, but i like milk 🐮​'
12

Ferns Milk

herlin
AI art
24

Sem título

sagajay
AI art "Nordic girl captured"
10

Nordic girl captured

nakkislayer69
AI art 'Shera L Greenwood'
17

Shera L Greenwood

deathmask123
AI art 'Tentacle fun' with user description '"Fern," Frieren began, her voice as flat and clinical as if she were describing the shelf-life of a common herb. They were camped in a clearing, the crackle of the campfire the only barrier against the oppressive silence of the northern woods. "I once encountered a forest that did not want me to leave. It was a localized mana-distortion, a living ecosystem that fed on specific biological impulses rather than magical energy." Fern paused her stitching, her purple eyes narrowing. She had learned that when Frieren started a story with such detached terminology, something deeply bothering or bizarre was coming. "A forest you couldn't escape, Mistress? Even with your detection spells?" "Magic was useless there," Frieren continued, staring into the embers. "The trees were not trees, but hardened fungal stalks. And beneath the soil... there were appendages. Countless, slick tentacles that responded only to the release of physical fluids and the peak of nervous system arousal. To pass through the gate, one had to satisfy the forest’s 'quota'." Fern’s face began to heat up. "A quota? Mistress, please tell me you mean you offered it some captured prey or... or some kind of monster core." "No," Frieren said, her expression unchanging. "It wanted me. Specifically, it wanted the internal saturation of an elf." Fern dropped her needle. "Mistress! Surely you didn't—" "I had no choice. I spent three months in that thicket." Frieren’s gaze drifted to the canopy above. "The primary appendage was thick, covered in a bioluminescent slime that acted as a localized paralytic and a powerful aphrodisiac. It didn't just want to touch me; it wanted to be part of my internal anatomy. It entered through my Anal passage, a cold and unrelenting intrusion that stretched my frame until I thought my spine would snap. But it didn't stop there. It was a single, continuous organism. It forced its way upward, through my intestines and stomach, until the tip of the tentacle forced its way up my esophagus and burst out through my Mouth." Fern let out a strangled, horrified sound, her hands flying to her own throat. "Through your... and out your...? Mistress, that's not... that's a violation of the highest order! How can you speak of it so calmly?" "Because the forest doesn't care about dignity, Fern. It only cares about the circuit." Frieren’s voice remained steady, though her pupils seemed to dilate slightly at the memory. "I was suspended in the air, a living sleeve for that thing. While it occupied my entire core, smaller, thinner feelers emerged from the bark. They were delicate, almost needle-like at the tips. They sought out my Nipples, latching onto them with a suction so intense it felt like they were trying to draw the very mana out of my blood. They tweaked and pulled, synchronizing their rhythm with the pulsing of the main trunk inside me." "Stop! Please, Mistress!" Fern’s face was now a violent shade of crimson, her breathing shallow. "This is... this is perverted! It's 'ecchi'! It's completely inappropriate for a legendary mage!" "It was a mechanical necessity, Fern," Frieren replied, finally looking at her apprentice. "The forest required me to reach a state of total, involuntary climax while being internally bridged. Every time I thought I would faint, the feelers on my chest would snap me back to attention with a sharp, electric shock of pleasure. I was filled, stretched, and manipulated until I was nothing but a pulsing nerve ending. Only when I had 'overflowed' enough to saturate the roots did the tentacle finally withdraw, sliding back down through my throat and out of my body." Fern stood up abruptly, her knees shaking. "I... I'm going to sleep. I'm going to sleep and I'm going to pretend I never heard a single word of this. You are... you are a very questionable person, Mistress Frieren!" Frieren watched her apprentice scurry toward her bedroll. "It’s a rare grimoire that teaches you how to bridge a forest, Fern. I still have the notes if you're interested." "I am NOT interested!" Fern shrieked from under her blankets. Frieren simply hummed, poking the fire. "A pity. The sensory feedback was quite educational."'
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Tentacle fun

blackhairedstudent
AI art

Sem título

thesleepycat
AI art "Fire emblem awakening bukkake"
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Fire emblem awakening bukkake

sagajay
AI art 'akumu' with user description 'Serika naked standing (contrapposto)'

akumu

tacks0540
AI art
5

Sem título

john11756
AI art "akumu?"
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akumu?

tacks0540
AI art "Lucy"
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Lucy

hanlee
AI art

Sem título

tamav1
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