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AI art 'Praying ❤️' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone. Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion." Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless." "It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic." Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?" "I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant." Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence. "The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat." Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise." Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out." "And?" Frieren asked softly. "I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured." Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection. "You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme." Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren." "If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy." "Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'
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Praying ❤️

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AI art "Fern Gangbang"
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Fern Gangbang

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Maomao

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AI art "2000 ?!?! 🤯😳"
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2000 ?!?! 🤯😳

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AI art "Frieren and Maomao experimenting"
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Frieren and Maomao experimenting

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Happy Birthday

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Fucking Final Fantasy

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fern

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Maomao and Frieren (Video)

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Magazine Covers

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AI art 'Fern - 4k' with user description 'Again i'm testing how to get higher quality images, It's more "soft" than my usual because i want you guys to focus more on the quality 🙂‍↕️​ If you have any question or need some help don't hesitate and ask me down here in the comments ❤️ Also if you have any idea or request of something you want to see just ask and if i like the idea i will realize it for you, post it and tag you on the post ❤️ ENJOY ❤️❤️❤️'
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Fern - 4k

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Tribute to Dragonmoon X

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One sorority

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AI art 'Waiting for Frieren' with user description 'Fern sat on a mossy stone just outside the damp, pulsating mouth of the cavern, her breathing still coming in ragged, uneven hitches that shook her entire frame. Her lavender hair was matted with a thick, translucent slime that shimmered uncomfortably in the pale moonlight, smelling faintly of ancient ozone and musk. She was wrapped tightly in Frieren’s spare traveling cloak, clutching the heavy fabric so hard her knuckles were white and bloodless, trying to hide the fact that she was completely naked underneath—the acidic, specialized secretions of the beast having dissolved her sturdy wool clothing into a caustic, steaming froth in a matter of seconds. "Mistress Frieren..." Fern began, her voice a low, trembling rasp that carried a mixture of residual shock and a deep, simmering indignation. She refused to look at the elf, who was currently preoccupied with shaking the lime-colored slime off a salvaged, waterlogged grimoire, looking entirely too casual for someone who had just witnessed a biological catastrophe. "It happened the second you stepped into that inner chamber without even a basic detection barrier. You were so focused on that 'secret chest' that you didn't even notice the mana-fluctuations shifting beneath our feet. A Tentacle... it didn't drop from the ceiling like a normal cave-predator. It surged from the shadows directly beneath the threshold. It was faster than any offensive spell I could formulate in my mind. It stripped me instantly—my clothes just... vanished. It felt like being licked by a giant, burning tongue." "Oh," Frieren commented, not looking up from her book. "That sounds like a Gastropod-Mimic. They have a very high concentration of gastric acid in their outer membrane. It’s quite rare to find one that large outside of the Central Lands. Did it tingle? Usually, the acid has a mild numbing effect to prevent the prey from struggling too much." Fern’s face burned a violent, pained shade of crimson at the clinical observation. She squeezed her eyes shut, the phantom sensation of the slick, pulsating appendage still echoing through her overstimulated nerves. "It didn't numb anything, Mistress! It was agonizing! It didn't want to consume me; it wanted to use me as a biological anchor for its internal circuit. For hours while you were deeper in those tunnels, chasing after some useless 'laundry-drying' spell, that thing held me suspended against the jagged stone wall. It was relentless. It forced itself into my Pussy and my Anus simultaneously, a dual, synchronized intrusion that felt like it was trying to split my very pelvis in half. The girth was... it was unnatural, Mistress. It was cold, rhythmic, and mechanical, stretching my frame until I couldn't even scream anymore, only gasp for air that smelled like rot." "Hm," Frieren hummed, flipping a sticky page. "The dual-entry is a reproductive strategy. It maximizes the surface area for nutrient absorption through the mucous membranes. It’s actually quite efficient from an evolutionary standpoint. I read once that elves have a higher tolerance for that kind of internal displacement, but I suppose for a human girl like you, the stretching must have been quite significant. Did you feel your pulse syncing with the creature's heart? That’s usually when the bridge is complete." "I wasn't looking for a 'bridge', Mistress! I was being dismantled!" Fern’s voice rose to a shrill, hysterical pitch. "I was a captive audience to my own violation! Every time I tried to gather enough mana for a 'Zoltraak' blast to free myself, the tentacle in my rear would pulse with a heavy, electric throb, sending a shock of localized paralysis directly through my spine. It knew exactly how to keep me helpless. I was being used as a vessel, filled and expanded until my abdomen felt hard and distended. I could see the shape of the appendages moving beneath my skin... it was horrifying. I felt like a discarded shell being prepared for a brood." "That would be the 'ovipositor' phase," Frieren noted, finally looking over at Fern with a blank, analytical gaze. "Though, since it was a mimic, it was likely just injecting high-density mana-fluid to stabilize your temperature. You’re actually glowing a little bit from the inside. It’s a very soft blue light. It’s actually quite pretty, in a way. You probably won't need a lantern for at least three days." "I don't want to be a lantern!" Fern shrieked, pulling the cloak even tighter around her chest, her eyes brimming with tears of pure, unadulterated frustration. "When you finally 'saved' me... when you finally realized I wasn't behind you and cut those things away with that lazy wind-cutter... I didn't feel relief. I felt hollow. I am completely Gaped, Mistress Frieren. My body won't close. I can feel the night air... inside me. It’s disgusting. It’s 'ecchi'. It’s the worst kind of despair a girl can face. I feel like a broken toy." "It’ll snap back eventually," Frieren said, turning back to her grimoire. "Human anatom'
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Waiting for Frieren

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AI art 'Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Kless. part 20.'
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Chapter #02 "GAMES OF MORPHEUS". Kless. part 20.

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Throat Exercise

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Insatiable Elise

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Fern part 2

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