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AI art "Morning Wood"
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Morning Wood

pokemon_maniac
AI art 'Kaede Casting' with user description 'The air in the private library was stifling, thick with the scent of old parchment and the cold, metallic precision that defined Byakuya Togami’s presence. Kaede Akamatsu sat on the edge of a velvet armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her fingers twitching as if she were trying to find a melody in the suffocating silence. Across from her, Byakuya sat behind a desk carved from dark mahogany, his glasses reflecting the dim light. He didn't look like a man discussing music; he looked like a man finalizing a hostile takeover. "One hundred thousand seats, Akamatsu," Byakuya began, his voice a smooth, aristocratic hum. "The stadium is already sold out. The global broadcast rights alone have exceeded the GDP of a small nation. This is the moment the world stops being a collection of individuals and becomes your audience. You will be the first pianist in human history to command such a crowd. It is a pinnacle that even someone of my standing acknowledges as... significant." Kaede’s eyes shimmered with a mix of awe and terror. "A hundred thousand... I can’t even imagine that many hearts beating at once. It’s everything I’ve ever worked for, Byakuya. To bring people together through music, to make them smile... it’s my only dream." "Then you understand the necessity of the 'Platinum Tier' investors," Byakuya said, leaning back and crossing his legs with a graceful, cold efficiency. "To organize an event of this magnitude requires capital that even the Togami Heritage Foundation does not simply throw away. I have secured twenty high-profile investors. They are men of immense power and equally immense... appetites. They are the ones who have made this stadium possible." Kaede tilted her head, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. "Investors? Well, of course. I’ll be happy to meet them and play a private piece after the show." "You misunderstand," Byakuya interrupted, his gaze piercing through her. "They don't want to hear you play. They want to experience the Ultimate Pianist in a more... tactile fashion. The agreement is simple: before the performance, during the intermission, and for the duration of the after-party, you will belong to them. They will use your body in every way they see fit. Orally, vaginally, and anal—you will be a vessel for their recreation. Furthermore, you are required to maintain that hopeful smile of yours throughout every encounter. If the cameras or the investors detect even a hint of reluctance, the broadcast is cut, and you will be sued for breach of contract until you are destitute." Kaede’s breath hitched, her face draining of color. She stood up abruptly. "You’re talking about me being a sex slave! To twenty strangers? I’m an artist, Byakuya! My body isn't a commodity you can just trade for a venue!" "Everything is a commodity, Akamatsu. Especially your 'art,'" Byakuya countered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't be so dramatic. It’s a simple transaction. You claim you want to make the world smile? You claim you would do anything for your audience? Well, this is the 'anything.' If you refuse, you are proving that your convictions are shallow. You would deny a hundred thousand people the chance to hear your music simply because you are too 'refined' to let a few men find satisfaction in your flesh?" He stood up, walking slowly toward her until he was looking down at her, his presence cold and immovable. "Think of the scale. Think of the legacy. For hours, you will be used. You will be stretched and filled in every orifice, hammered into the dirt by men who treat you like a communal toy. It will be degrading. But when you walk out onto that stage, you will be the most famous woman on the planet. Your music will reach every corner of the earth. Is your pride truly worth more than the happiness of a hundred thousand souls?" Kaede looked down at her hands—the hands she had used to play Mozart and Beethoven. She pictured the absolute humiliation of being passed from man to man like a piece of equipment. She imagined the sensation of being filled by strangers, of her dignity being stripped away while she was forced to beam with a synthetic joy. But then, she heard it. In her mind, she heard the roar of the stadium. She saw the faces of the people who needed her music to survive. "If I do this..." Kaede whispered, her voice trembling but gaining a sharp edge. "If I let them do those things... you promise the music will reach everyone? No interruptions?" "The Togami word is absolute," Byakuya replied. "You provide the service, I provide the stage. The world will hear you, provided you can keep your mouth turned upward while it is being occupied." Kaede took a deep, shuddering breath. She felt the weight of the choice settling into her bones, a cold sacrifice for a beautiful end. She looked up at Byakuya, her eyes wet but determined. She forced her lips to curl, slowly and painfully, into a wide, radiant smile. "Then tell them I accept," Kaede said, her voice clear.'
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Kaede Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nemona Lost A Battle' with user description 'I bounced through the academy woods with my huge energetic grin, long blonde hair swinging wildly as my coat flapped behind me. Suddenly this black-and-white bear popped out, holding some shiny Pokeballs with a mischievous smirk. "Hey hey! You there, bear guy! Those Pokeballs look super strong. Let's battle right now! It'll be so much fun, I promise!" Monokuma chuckled. I kept insisting playfully, leaning in with sparkling eyes. "Aww, don't be boring! Battling's the absolute best way to get stronger and make friends! Pleeease? One match!" He grinned slyly. "Alright, but if you lose, you do EVERYTHING I say. No backing out, no matter what." I laughed confidently and clapped my hands. "Deal! And if I win, you give me a powerful Pokémon and grant me anything I want too! Let's make this epic!" The battle was wild and intense. His legendary team—Eternatus, Zacian, Urshifu, Calyrex Shadow Rider, Groudon, Mega Raichu—completely overpowered mine no matter how hard I cheered and strategized. I lost on the final Pokémon. "Wow, you're really tough!" I said, hands on hips, still smiling brightly even in defeat. Monokuma's grin widened. "Now you do everything I say for a week. You're my sex slave." I blinked, laughing nervously while rubbing the back of my neck. "Whoa whoa, that's way too extreme! No way, bear guy!" He reminded me firmly of the "everything I say" deal. We negotiated back and forth, me trying to keep it light and easygoing. Finally I agreed, but with one big condition: my pussy virginity stays completely untouched. Only my ass. **First day.** Monokuma didn't touch me himself. Instead he called over some of his big-cocked friends. They were ruthless! Bent over in the hidden room, they took turns pounding my ass with raw power and rage for hours, stretching me deep and filling me without mercy. Pain mixed with intense sparks that made my head spin. *This is so crazy... I just wanted a fun battle with a weird bear, and now his friends are wrecking my ass like this! My body's trembling, but a deal's a deal!* Starving afterward, I panted with an awkward grin, "Food... I really need something to eat now!" Monokuma placed two dog bowls on the floor—one labeled "Free," the other "Slut." "They're empty!" I said, tilting my head cutely. "Fill them up. That's the only food you'll have all week," he ordered. I realized he meant the thick, warm cum dripping from my well-used asshole. *Ehh?! He wants me to eat all that cum straight from my own ass like a hungry puppy? This is super humiliating... but I lost fair and square, so I'm easygoing enough to handle it, right?* Blushing hard, I dropped to all fours and started scooping the sticky loads into the "Slut" bowl, licking it up with shy little moans. While I was eating, face buried in the bowl, Monokuma called more friends over. They grabbed my hips and shoved their big cocks back into my sore ass, thrusting hard to pump fresh "food" right into me as I swallowed. *Ahh! They're filling me up again while I'm still eating the last batch! It's so messy and warm, cum leaking everywhere as they pound deeper. My thoughts are spinning—I feel so ashamed, but there's this weird tingle building... I keep lapping it up like a good sport!* He kept the cycle going all day, calling different big-cocked guys to use my ass relentlessly while I ate. By mid-week, I was getting used to it. The humiliation started mixing with real excitement. Every time my bowls emptied, I'd look up eagerly, my easygoing smile turning a bit needy. *More... I need the next meal soon.* My ass felt constantly full and dripping, but I craved it now. One evening, as I licked the "Slut" bowl clean, I turned to Monokuma with flushed cheeks and said breathlessly, "Hey... call even more friends, okay? Each person has a different taste! I want to try all the flavors for my meals." *I can't believe I'm asking for this, but it's true—the salty, thick loads vary so much and I'm getting addicted to the variety. My body feels alive in this weird way!* The friends kept coming, pounding my ass raw in shifts, unloading deep inside so I always had fresh cum to scoop and devour on all fours. I became extremely anxious for the next "refeição," wiggling my hips impatiently whenever the bowls ran low. *Hurry up and fill me again... I need it so bad now. This started as a simple challenge, but now I'm loving being their cum-eating ass slut. The degradation just makes it hotter!* By the end of the week, my ass was sore but my spirit was buzzing with twisted satisfaction. After the last meal, I looked up at Monokuma with bright, hopeful eyes and asked, "So... after this week ends, can I come dine with you and your friends every weekend? Please? I really want to keep having these special meals!" Monokuma laughed as I waited anxiously for his answer, my easygoing nature now fully embracing the new craving.'
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Nemona Lost A Battle

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nemona PART 1'
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Nemona PART 1

gealdaydreamer
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traders
AI art "Mating with Mela - Paldean Treasure Hunt"
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Mating with Mela - Paldean Treasure Hunt

pokemon_maniac
Pokeslut Cumdrip Videos
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Pokeslut Cumdrip Videos

onlyyouprod
AI art "Nemona."
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Nemona.

chrizzyboi
AI art "Sorry, no posts this week"
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Sorry, no posts this week

pokemon_maniac
AI art 'Pokegirls Train With Machamp 1' with user description 'A lot of female trainers who don't use the Machamp line on their battle teams still take the time to train one after hearing recommendations from their friends... Midway through video week, here's a previously planned image post. I feel like with video I have to rethink my old plans! but I'm getting back in the flow of things, catching up to posting stuff I made more recently (though there is still plenty I want to show from the deep archives). these are all from 2026 again! Part 1 of 2 👀 Part 2 is out! https://betterwaifu.com/post/gcx1lp3 Search terms: Pokemon Scarlet Violet Ruby Sapphire Emerald Sword Shield , pokephilia , Nemona May Penny Marnie Nessa , rough sex from behind holding carrying lifting person after sex cumdrip dripping creampie folded leg grab arms held restrained fucked silly exhausted satisfied'
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Pokegirls Train With Machamp 1

onlyyouprod
AI art "Depois da aula com a Kyoko"
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Depois da aula com a Kyoko

loeshyun
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lifelongignominy139
AI art "More Nemona"
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More Nemona

novapoptart
AI art "Nemona & Gardevoir"
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Nemona & Gardevoir

pokemon_maniac
AI art 'Nemona'

Nemona

sharknoise
AI art "Sabrina's Seduction - Gen 1 Adventures"
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Sabrina's Seduction - Gen 1 Adventures

pokemon_maniac
AI art "Jealous Nemona - Paldean Treasure Hunt"
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Jealous Nemona - Paldean Treasure Hunt

pokemon_maniac
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AI art 'Nemona is the Prize - Paldea's School Battle Brawl (Part 8 of 8)' with user description 'After a long grueling day, Nemona & Juliana (main character) meet in the finals the tournament. The rules for this last battle were slightly different, not only would the winner escape the fate of becoming a cum dumpster, but the runner-up with all her dignity still attached would become the Champion's personal plaything. Nemona was just genuinely excited to be battling her rival and gave it her all from the start. However, as the battle seemed to be reaching its epic conclusion, a wild thought of sexual acts with her rival crossed her mind. Her pussy juice leaked, and a command to Quaquaval came a moment too late, as Juliana's Meowscarada scored a critical hit with her Flower Trick. After recalling her Pokémon, she quickly gave you a thumbs up and a nervous smile, but all that caught you eye was the glistering trail from her pants down her thighs. You knew what you had to do, while Nemona was being tied up, you used your hidden ability to switch between Florian (male) & Juliana (female). Nemona see's you return and gives you a shy but expectant glance, hand tied above her head. Without waiting for consent, you lift up her shirt revealing her breasts, before thrusting deep into her throat. It doesn't take long before thick cum is poured into her mouth, causing her to swallow all your white seed while gasping for air. Tears began rolling down her cum covered cheeks, while she is swiftly turn and penetrated from the rear. After being filled from both ends and covered with you thick white cum, Nemona lies breathless on the ground while you enjoy the sight of your hard earned trophy.'
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Nemona is the Prize - Paldea's School Battle Brawl (Part 8 of 8)

pokemon_maniac
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