drooling

AI art "From mermaid to maid."
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From mermaid to maid.

zuzul
AI art 'Cherry Bomb is into BDSM?' with user description 'Oh my dear Cherry, you're so sassy and kinky! You have that pretty face but that crazy mind.'
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Cherry Bomb is into BDSM?

cef_ultra
AI art 'Megumin BDSM' with user description 'The flickering torchlight of the secluded dungeon cast long, dancing shadows against the cold, damp stone walls. Megumin stood in the center of the subterranean chamber, her signature wizard’s hat discarded near the heavy iron door. She had approached her male friend with a request that had left him speechless, but as the chains rattled above her head, the reality of her dark desire was finally taking shape. "Bring them all," she had whispered to him earlier that day, her crimson eyes burning with an intensity that had nothing to do with Explosion magic. "I want to feel the weight of everyone you know. I want to be used until I can’t stand. Don't tell them to be gentle—if they stop before I’m broken, the contract is void." Her friend had complied. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway as he led a small army of men into the depths. Megumin looked at them, her small frame trembling not with fear, but with an agonizing, frantic anticipation. The ordeal began with a sudden, jarring violence. The men didn't wait for introductions. They descended upon her like a pack of wolves, their rough hands grabbing at her red tunic and cloak. The sound of fabric rending filled the dungeon as they ripped her clothes off in jagged, impatient strips. Within moments, her delicate, pale skin was exposed to the biting chill of the underground air, covered only by the heavy iron shackles that bound her wrists. They hoisted her arms high above her head, the chains groaning under her weight as she was forced to stand on her tiptoes, her body completely open and defenseless. The encounter was a descent into a relentless, driving heat. With only the torches to illuminate the chamber, the room became a blur of motion and raw, masculine energy. Megumin was handled with a callous, clinical lack of care, her body becoming communal property. She was turned and lifted, used in every way imaginable—doubly and triply penetrated as the men rotated with a predatory, tireless stamina. The contrast between her petite, refined frame and the sheer number of men was stark, each one taking their share of the Crimson Demon’s pride. The most grueling aspect was the constant, rhythmic deepthroating. While she was being used from below and behind, a line of men forced themselves into her mouth. They pushed deep into her throat, past the point of gagging, asserting their absolute dominance over the girl who usually commanded the battlefield. Megumin’s eyes blew wide, tears of genuine desperation streaming down her face as she fought for every scrap of oxygen, her muffled cries echoing against the damp stone. She was drowning in euphoria. The struggle to catch her breath—the thick, invasive presence of strangers blocking her airway—made every tiny gasp a desperate battle. That specific sensation of being physically silenced and completely overwhelmed triggered a feedback loop of pleasure that shattered her composure. The lack of air combined with the relentless, heavy friction sent her into a complete physical meltdown. She came seven times, her body arching and shivering against the chains, her internal muscles clenching in a frantic rhythm that mirrored the men’s movements. Each time her breath was cut off by a deep thrust into her throat, another wave of white-hot climax ripped through her, leaving her dazed and utterly spent. She loved the power they exerted over her, her body screaming for the very dominance that was making it so hard to function. The sheer volume of the encounter was staggering. As the hours bled into a single, exhausting blur of sweat and friction, she was creampied at least sixty times. The warm, white slick coated her thighs and stomach, dripping onto the cold stone floor as the men took their turns with a relentless, driving force. By the time the torches began to burn low and the men started to gather their gear, Megumin was a wreck of matted hair, red marks, and absolute exhaustion. She hung from the chains, her body heavy and her throat feeling raw. One of the men looked at her, a knowing, jagged smirk on his face as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "You asked for it, wizard. I hope you're satisfied." Megumin took a long, shuddering breath of the stale dungeon air, her eyes hazy but glowing with a new, dangerous hunger. She didn't look defeated; she looked like she had finally found the one thing more powerful than her magic. She reached out with a trembling hand, her voice a mere, broken rasp as she looked at her friend who stood by the door. "Wait," she whispered, a small, defiant smirk playing on her lips. "If that’s everyone you know... then next time, find more. I want to see if I can handle a hundred of you before I run out of breath."'
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Megumin BDSM

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Dawn is Horny"
25

Dawn is Horny

onlyyouprod
AI art "Nagatoro Weekend in grandma House"
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Nagatoro Weekend in grandma House

blackhairedstudent
AI art "One Night in Ruka"
19

One Night in Ruka

octavian
AI art "Anne: u up?"
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Anne: u up?

onlyyouprod
AI art '3girls fun' with user description 'The sun hung low over the horizon, painting the coastal waters of the Northern Lands in shades of bruised purple and shimmering gold. The rhythmic crashing of waves was the only sound for miles, save for the occasional cry of a distant gull. Frieren sat on a bleached piece of driftwood, her eyes fixed on the horizon with ageless, detached curiosity. Nearby, Fern was meticulously folding their travel cloaks, her expression a mask of stoic duty, though the humidity was clearly making her irritable. Ubel, however, was not resting. She stood at the edge of the tide, her green hair whipped about by the salt spray, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the shoreline. Suddenly, she stopped, a sharp, jagged grin cutting across her face. "Nyahaha... hey, look at that," Ubel called out, gesturing toward a solitary figure further down the beach. A man was walking along the water's edge, completely nude. Even from this distance, his silhouette was imposing, but as he drew closer, one specific detail became impossible to ignore. He possessed a member of truly staggering proportions—an **extremely big** organ that swayed with a heavy, rhythmic weight against his thighs as he walked. "He looks like he’s carrying a third leg," Ubel whispered, her voice thick with dark, predatory amusement. She turned back to the mages, her eyes glinting with chaotic energy. "Hey, Frieren. Fern. I just had a brilliant, messy idea for how we can spend our evening." Fern stood up, clutching a cloak to her chest. "Ubel, whatever you are thinking, the answer is no. We are here to rest, not to engage in your eccentricities." "Oh, come on, Fern! Don't be such a stiff," Ubel laughed, walking toward them with cat-like grace. "Look at him. A specimen like that doesn't just wander onto a beach every day. And look at us—three powerful mages, all bored. Wouldn't it be a waste to just watch the sunset?" Frieren tilted her head. "What are you proposing, Ubel?" "A performance," Ubel purred, leaning in close. "I want to do something visceral. I want the three of us to engage in something beautiful right here on the sand. A three-way lesbian encounter. I want to feel your skin against mine, Fern’s soft pouting lips against yours, Frieren. And I want that man to watch us. Better yet, I want him to photograph it. I want a record of the moment the stoic mages of the Hero’s party finally lost their composure." Fern’s face turned a violent shade of crimson. "That is... that is absolutely indecent! To have a stranger photograph such a thing? And with *each other*?" "It’s not just for him, Fern," Ubel countered, her voice dropping to a seductive, manipulative velvet. "It’s for the sensation. Think of the mana we could generate through that kind of raw, uninhibited release. And once he’s finished documenting us... once he’s sufficiently worked up by the sight of three beautiful women devouring each other... then we bring him in for the finale." Ubel glanced back at the man, who had stopped and was now watching them with awe. "I want to see if that **extremely big** gift of his is as functional as it is aesthetic. I want the three of us to give him a combined paizuri. Imagine it: our chests pressed together, the three of us surrounding that massive pillar of heat, working in unison. And then, the oral. I want to see you, Fern, forced to open that judgmental mouth wider than you ever thought possible just to accommodate him." Fern was shaking, her breath coming in short, ragged hitches. "I... I couldn't. It’s too much... too many people..." "Frieren?" Ubel asked, looking at the master. "You’ve lived for a thousand years. Haven't you ever wondered what it’s like to truly let go of the 'legend' and just be a creature of flesh? To be used and to use in return?" Frieren was silent for a long time, her gaze shifting from Ubel to the man, and finally to the trembling Fern. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched the elf's lips. "It would certainly be a new experience. And magic is, at its core, the pursuit of understanding the impossible. A specimen of that size... it is a biological curiosity." "Nyeh... Mistress?" Fern gasped, her eyes wide. "If Frieren is in, you have to be in, Fern," Ubel whispered, stepping behind the younger girl and wrapping her arms around her waist. "Don't you want to see what happens when the three of us stop being mages and start being... toys?" Fern looked at Frieren, seeing the quiet, curious acceptance in her eyes. The apprentice’s resistance began to crumble, replaced by a surging, forbidden heat. "I... I suppose..." Fern whispered, her head hanging low, though her heart was racing. "If Mistress Frieren says it is a necessary study... I will comply." "Good girls," Ubel cackled, waving the man over. "Hey, you! Bring your camera! We have a show for you, and if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you taste the stars!"'
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3girls fun

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Scrap Metal Hunter"
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Scrap Metal Hunter

onkayetishar
AI art "Walkies with Anya"
30

Walkies with Anya

zesoul
AI art "More Fire Emblem Girls 3"
29

More Fire Emblem Girls 3

onlyyouprod
AI art "Ladies of My Hero Academia"
12

Ladies of My Hero Academia

octavian
AI art "Idols"
10

Idols

jlixard
AI art "Ellie's day out"
30

Ellie's day out

zesoul
AI art 'Pillow Princesses 3 (Poke Girls)' with user description 'Gotta catch 'em all?'
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Pillow Princesses 3 (Poke Girls)

usagi77
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sanma
AI art 'Fern ❤️' with user description 'The night air in the Northern Lands was sharp enough to draw blood, a biting chill that usually signaled the presence of something ancient and hungry. Frieren sat by a dying campfire, her eyes fixed on a tattered map, while Fern stood in the long shadows cast by the ruins they had claimed for the night. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the occasional crackle of wood. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice steady despite the rapid, frantic pounding of her heart against her ribs. "The demon terrorizing this province is not a simple predator. My investigations confirmed a much more disturbing reality. He doesn't just kill for sustenance; he obsesses. He has a fixation—a fetish—for you. He has been enslaving human girls, styling their hair to match yours, and forcing them into a life of servitude in his sanctum. But he doesn't just want a copy. He wants the Legend." Frieren looked up, her green eyes reflecting the fading embers. "It's a troublesome trap, Fern. A mana-dampening field like the one surrounding his lair makes a direct magical assault suicide. We should wait for him to emerge for his next hunt." "We don't have time. Another girl was taken tonight, and the villagers say his 'consecration' rituals usually end in the victim's death once his obsession fades," Fern countered, stepping fully into the light. "I have studied his patterns. He lets his guard down only during the act of intimacy. He enters a trance of pure, hedonistic focus where his mana suppression falters. This is the only way, Mistress. I look enough like you that in the dim, incense-heavy light of his lair, he won't know the difference. I will go in. I will endure him, and when he is at his most vulnerable—at the very moment of his release—I will execute him with a point-blank Zoltraak." Frieren’s eyes narrowed. "Fern, do you truly understand the gravity of this? He is a monster of the old era." "I am a mage," Fern said, her eyes burning with resolve. "My body is a tool for the peace of this land. Please... let me protect the people." The demon’s sanctum smelled of old parchment, sulfur, and a heavy, cloying musk. Fern, her hair styled with painstaking precision to mimic her mentor’s, was not shackled; the demon preferred his "Frieren" to be a willing participant in his fantasy. He was a towering figure of darkness, but as he approached her, his movements were surprisingly slow, almost reverent. "Frieren..." the demon whispered, his clawed hand gently stroking her hair. "Finally, the Silver Witch of the South is mine to mold." He dropped to his knees before her, his touch almost tender as he pressed against her lips. Fern closed her eyes and opened her mouth, accepting him. She gagged slightly as the sheer, demonic size of him filled her, but the demon was patient, moving with a rhythmic, gentle suction that forced her to accommodate his staggering girth. When he was satisfied, he lifted her onto a stone altar. He moved with a steady, agonizingly slow pressure as he entered her anal passage first. The stretch was immense, a monstrous fullness that made her vision swim, but as he began to move, his pace was hypnotic. He then shifted, guiding his length into her pussy while maintaining a physical connection to her rear with his hands. Soon, he was using both her anal and vaginal paths continuously, a deep, rhythmic movement that filled her entire core with a dark, pulsating heat. The sensation began to change. Against her will, Fern felt her body betraying her mission. The slow, rhythmic friction and the demon's unnatural warmth were too much for her mortal nerves to ignore. She reached her first climax, a silent, shaking peak. The demon hammered into her, but it wasn't a brutal assault—it was a deep, soul-shaking connection. Fern reached a second, even more violent climax as he continued his steady, gentle pace, her body arching off the stone in a spasm of pure pleasure. Finally, the demon’s breathing hitched. His movements became frantic as he reached the peak of his obsession. He let out a guttural moan, his body tensing. At that exact microsecond, the mana-dampening field flickered. Fern didn't hesitate. Her eyes snapped open, glowing with a cold, murderous light. Her hand pointed directly at his throat. "Zoltraak," she whispered. A beam of pure killing magic erupted, vaporizing his head and chest. The weight on her back vanished. Fern lay on the altar for a long time before cleaning herself and walking out to where Frieren was waiting. Frieren wrapped her cloak around Fern’s shoulders, noting the flush on her apprentice’s cheeks. Fern looked down, her voice a soft, honest whisper. "Mistress... that devil was very experienced. He... he made me cum two times." Frieren was silent for a moment, then she simply pulled Fern closer. "Let's find a bathhouse, Fern. You've done enough."'
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Fern ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Moody gamer girl'
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Moody gamer girl

talist13
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 3 THE END' with user description '“WHAT!? YUKI PLEASE I CAN’T! COME BACK” but the ring gag prevented anything understandable from coming out. She begins fighting her bonds, the belts pressing deeply into her skin, but Yuki did a too good a job, and tired from the earlier tests she was still exhausted. Tears began pouring out from behind her blindfold. Hina began shaking from pure fear of what level four could do, still remembering the feeling of what the previous level had done to her. But while she had a chance to stop that, there was no hope in her current situation. Blind and deaf, and unable to move. A damsel in distress. Alone in a closet unable to escape. She wasn’t sure if Yuki was still with her or had left her alone, the thought adding to her ever growing fear. Hina began whimpering, in a last-ditch effort she weakly tried calling Yuki. And that’s when it began. Level four Hina gasp, she tensed against the bonds, harder than when she tried escaping. She couldn’t even focus on the pain. Level four. Oh my goodness level four. Nothing, absolutely nothing prepared her for what she was experiencing. The vibrations were so strong that unknown to her at the time, she wasn’t shaking from fear, but from the intensity of the vibrations themselves. Her breasts were also receiving equal vibrations, with waves beautifully rippling across her puffy breasts. Hina having been edged all day was quickly brough the to the peak of release. Oh my god, OH MY GOD! Hina was shocked and completely lost in the intensity and quickness of the vibrations. All day she had been denied, teased, made to endure tense situations, but finally. Finally she was able to release her pent up desires, getting a chance to fill the emptiness, the ache turning into a strong want. I’M CUMMING! Hina feelings explode. The feeling she was so desperately craving finally burst out. She was screaming lost the bliss of the release. The waves of pleasure subsided, Hina collapse against the chair, completely spent, but forgot the situation she was in. Level four was still going. At this realization, she felt the next orgasm about come. “I haven’t had a chance to rest but I can’t stop it, I’m so sensitive!” The second orgasm happens, even more intense than the first strengthened by the realization of her helplessness. Hina is now overwhelmed, making incoherent sounds, but still enjoying the feeling. “Is oo muh, is oo muh! Ooee lee uh ah!” her gag incapacitating her speech. It’s too much! Yuki please come back!” Hina was now straining against her bonds, anything to help her deal with the intense level of pleasure she was forced to feel. But it only got worse. She was coming down from the second wave, the third closely following. “OOEE!” She screams as wave pushes her into the third orgasm. Hina is starting to see stars drowning in heat. Hina is lost in consciousness, “I’m melting, it feels so good, but it’s too much! I’m going to die!” Tears start following out in streams from behind her blindfold. She is now rolling into each orgasm back-to-back. The fourth… The fifth… The sixth… What number am I on…? “Yuki please stop it, I feel like I’m losing myself… Yuki… Please… Save me…” -------------------------------- Hina wakes up with a start still vibrating. “I fainted…? But I still feel the vibrator. Yuki please stop-” Hina realizes that she can speak, gag now removed. Her headphones and blindfold are removed and Hina squints trying to get used to the light after being in darkness for so long. “Yuki please… take it out. I can’t stop shaking.” Confused, Yuki looks to the side to where the device resting on the shelf. “Hina, you are shaking. I already removed it” “Don’t lie to me… I can still feel it.” Hina is semi-conscious trying to come out of the post orgasm haze. Chuckling, Yuki questions her, “How was the reward? You want to go for another round? I got a fresh-” Yuki immediately turned around and left the room, saying that she’d grab a fresh pair of clothes for her. “Oh my goodness…” Yuki was blushing covering her mouth as she moved quickly to the ladies room to grab Hina fresh clothes. “I almost want to lock her up and keep her to myself.” The look Hina gave Yuki was one of absolute want. Her face flushed, her cute tongue hanging out her mouth, the shaking from the ordeal, the pose… Everything was just too cute for Yuki to handle. But that look, the deep look of desire, of even more pleasure that Hina gave to Yuki after mentioning round two… Yuki almost wanted to watch her go through the second round. But unknown, and disappointedly so for Yuki, just as Yuki left the closet Hina whispered a quiet “Yes” before fainting from exhaustion. Well it wasn't planned but Yuki can't just hold a singular cup of coffee... Lets just say she loves caffeine I guess and add to the lore. Took some time and if you noticed the picture quality changed from the first part. Tried a new model and Hina just looked too cute! I will probably have Hina under go other... tests, I have other OC's lined up too!'
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Hina's Story: Trial Runs Part 3 THE END

mellmell1
AI art 'Kaido's son (11)'
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Kaido's son (11)

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