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Rubbing eyes

zuzul
AI art '💀 Grim Reaper Girl' with user description '@warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @bad77 @parda @octavian @zesoul, what are your impressions? Certainly not exactly the playful catgirls, right? 😼 Skulls were not supposed to be everywhere, just on the scythe, but, well, AI decided otherwise 😁'
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💀 Grim Reaper Girl

peterco
AI art "The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar"
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The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar

octavian
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jlixard
AI art 'Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'The journey to the port of Nightvale took three days. Dalia arrived at the bustling harbor. The smell of salt, fish, and tar hung heavy in the air. Tall masts creaked in the wind as ships rocked gently at the docks. Dalia walked through the crowded waterfront until they found the vessel they had been directed to: The Crimson Tide, a large, weathered merchant ship bound for Rivermoor. Old Captain Talos stood on the gangplank. He looked the group over slowly, his gaze lingering on each woman before settling on Dalia. “You want passage?” he asked, voice rough from years at sea. “We’re sailing with the tide tonight. But passage on the sea isn’t cheap.” Dalia stepped forward, her golden glow carefully muted. “I carry the King’s gold. Name your price.” Talos let out a low, humorless chuckle and shook his head. “Gold means nothing once we leave sight of land, little lady. Out there, the only currency that matters is flesh. If you want to sail on The Crimson Tide, you pay with sex. Every single day of the voyage. You will be available to the crew. Sixty men. They work hard. They fuck harder. You’ll serve them whenever and however they want.” “It’s a fifteen-day voyage across the sea,” Dalia said plainly. "I know," Talos responded. "These are the terms, Vicar." “I accept your terms, Captain. Fifteen days. I expect to be fed and not beaten. In return, you will take me safely to Rivermoor.” Talos grinned, eyes raking over the beautiful woman. “Smart choice, Princess. Welcome aboard The Crimson Tide.” He gestured toward the ship. The crew of sixty rough, hungry sailors watched from the deck with open lust as the woman began to board. As soon as the ship cleared the harbor and the last strip of land disappeared over the horizon, the rules changed. The crew of sixty men wasted no time. The gang-fucking began immediately and without mercy. The fifteen-day voyage had officially begun. Dalia closed her eyes, already mentally preparing herself for the long days and nights ahead. The lower galley of The Crimson Tide had become a nonstop orgy of flesh and cum. The sailors were relentless. There was no rest, no mercy, no breaks. As soon as one man finished, another took his place — sometimes two or three at once. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and salt. The wet, obscene sounds of cocks slamming into soaked holes, gagging throat sounds, and slapping skin filled the entire lower deck. On the fifteenth morning, the Crimson Tide finally sighted land. As the ship docked at the small port near Rivermoor, the exhausted woman stood at the railing, breathing in the fresh air like it was salvation. She got off at the Rivermoor Dock, sore, exhausted but closer to her objective. “I endured more than anyone should have to. Tomorrow I begin the search for the temple near here. But tonight… I recover.” @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent'
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Voyage to Rivermoor - The Legend of Dalia

octavian
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knuxd2
AI art 'Nagatoro likes her body vacuumed' with user description 'Hi guys! I'm trying to create this new scenes to use with all the girls i usually work with and it's SO HARD ahah but i think it's cool, these are the first results, they are not perfect but i want to share them with you to hear some opinion and suggestions on that :) Enjoy ❤️​'
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Nagatoro likes her body vacuumed

herlin
AI art "100 Followers"
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100 Followers

smut317
AI art 'Choose your adventure! - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'Dalia has made it to Rivermoor in search of the other Vicars, but which one will she find first? I'm leaving it up to the BetterWaifu community on this one. Eventually, she will find all four, but I'm letting you choose the adventure, like those old library books. (probably showing my age on that) Who do you want to see first? 1) Mikala, the Oral Vicar and a master of all oral sex 2) Rina, the Vaginal Vicar, possessing the deepest pussy in the land 3) Madeline, the Anal Vicar and a powerful sorceress 4) Athena, the Barabian Queen and Breasts Vicar Your choice will get an origin story and eventual connection with Dalia! @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent'
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Choose your adventure! - The Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art 'Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)'
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Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)

usagi77
AI art 'Goddess series: Idun Keeper of the Apples of Youth'
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Goddess series: Idun Keeper of the Apples of Youth

norsedemonlord
AI art 'Monaca ❤️' with user description 'The silence of the void was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical hiss of Monaca’s life support as her escape pod drifted toward a hulking, rusted silhouette. It was an abandoned freighter, a relic of a forgotten war. Low on oxygen and with her hydration packs bone-dry, Monaca docked with a desperate prayer to the stars, her hands shaking as she forced the airlock cycles. Inside, the air was stale, smelling of ozone and ancient dust. In the mess hall, she found them: six men, their skin sallow from years of isolation. They were the stranded remnants of a dying crew. "Food... water..." Monaca rasped, her throat feeling like it was lined with broken glass. The men looked at her with a terrifying hunger. The leader stepped forward. "We have supplies, girl. But we haven't seen a woman since the stars stopped being familiar. If you want to eat, you’re going to have to give us something we’ve forgotten the touch of." Monaca froze. She was hesitant, the "Ultimate Mage" within her recoiling. But looking at the empty abyss outside, she realized this was likely the last time she would ever see human men. **She thought to herself that if she was destined to die in the cold reaches of space, this might be her only chance to ever truly know what sex felt like—to experience the primal heat she had only ever observed from a distance.** "Fine," she whispered. "But you’re filthy. You’ll use the ship’s water to shower and remove every scrap of hair from your bodies. I want to feel the warmth of humans, not the grit of a graveyard." The men obeyed with frantic energy. An hour later, they returned to the central bay, smooth and shivering. Monaca was waiting, her small frame looking fragile against the cold machinery. As she lay back on a metal medical table, the leader knelt between her legs. He stared in genuine, tearful awe. "My god," he breathed. "Your pussy... it’s the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. It’s the only part of this ship that’s alive." The worship quickly turned into a frantic, dual assault. Before Monaca could prepare, two men moved in tandem. She let out a choked gasp as she felt the simultaneous stretch of two dicks forcing their way into her pussy at the same time. The combined girth was staggering, filling her anatomy to its absolute, agonizing limit. They began a synchronized, rhythmic hammering driven by primal need. The sensation of being doubled, her internal walls crushed by their collective weight, sent shockwaves through her. It was a brutal reclamation of life. The other four men crowded around her, their smooth bodies forming a wall of heat. They used her mouth and hands, ensuring every inch of the "Ultimate Mage" was occupied. "Just let us feel you," one begged, his hairless chest slick with sweat. "Let us remember what it’s like to not be alone." Monaca closed her eyes, the cold metal beneath her and the heat above merging into one reality. She was a flickering candle in a hurricane of male need. As they filled her to the point of overflowing, her pussy distended and aching under the dual-caliber assault, she realized the price of survival was the total surrender of her body to the void's final, starving inhabitants. **However, as the nights bled into weeks, the despair that had driven Monaca to the ship began to transform. She realized that returning to the lonely world she knew held no appeal compared to the absolute, worshipful attention she received here. She made a choice: she would stay. She would become the living heart of this derelict vessel.** **Over time, a strict and carnal routine was established to keep the peace among the crew. A schedule was drafted to ensure Monaca was never lonely and the men were never starved of her touch. From Monday to Saturday, each individual member of the crew was assigned one full day to have her entirely to himself. They would spend twenty-four hours exploring every inch of her body, treating her like their personal queen and toy, worshiping her skin and petite frame in a rotating cycle of intimate devotion.** **But the real highlight of their survival was Sunday. On the seventh day, the "Day of the Goddess," the schedule was discarded. All six men would gather in the central bay to feast upon her together. It was a day of absolute sensory overload, a grand gangbang where Monaca was kept in a state of constant, rhythmic occupation. They would fill every orifice, drench her in their collective release, and celebrate the fact that they were still alive in the dark. Monaca flourished in this role, her body becoming accustomed to the constant use and the heavy-caliber attention of her six hairless lovers. The "Ultimate Mage" had found a new throne, one made of flesh and heat, deep within the silent stars.**'
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Monaca ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Pillow Princesses 4 (Fire Emblem)' with user description 'Enjoy the lovely ladies of bond and blade.'
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Pillow Princesses 4 (Fire Emblem)

usagi77
AI art 'Fern part 2' with user description 'tell which character you would like next !'
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Fern part 2

mule12
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tz111
AI art "Lady Kaguya naughty day"
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Lady Kaguya naughty day

marco77saint
AI art 'Life must go on...' with user description 'Suggested soundtrack ——> https://youtu.be/m6tWG1dafiI?si=VbFyu7xdkc3M2iJ- ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ And so Detective Pearl’s undercover work continued, taking her to multiple places and facing dangerous enemies and situations. Every time she got deeper and deeper into HornyTown’s evil and dark circles. Meanwhile a new found romance grew. Inspired by the wise words of Nurse Josephine, Pearl gave herself a chance and would not miss any opportunity she could get to surprise her boyfriend Barry and spend some good quality time with him. Soon the ghosts from the past were gone like old whispers washed by fresh morning breeze. Pearl was smiling again. ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️'
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Life must go on...

warmicestudios
AI art 'The Price of Lies: Legend of Dalia' with user description 'It's been one week since Princess Dalia was blessed with the power of the Vicar. As the Pleasure Vicar, any sexual act she performed amplified the sensations a dozen fold. She was a near holy figure in court, much to the dismay of the other court ladies who saw thier influence wane with her arrival. Once such woman was Lady Heather, lady-in-waiting to Queen Consort Margaret. Heather met Dalia and thought she could spread rumors about her. She dismissed her gift as simple parlor magic - a low born woman from the Casi tribe could never be a Vicar. But Heather made the mistake of telling the wrong maiden and word got to the High Chancellor Sarah who sent the guards after her. She was collected by the Royal Guards who disguised thier punishment under the ruse of a simple gathering of high ladies. Then, without warning, the strongest snatched Heather by the face. "Lies in the court, Lady Heather? You know what happens to liars." He growled. Before she could respond, she was dragged to the dungeon. There was no bindings - none were needed. In this kingdom, the rules were understood and the were absolute. Heather paid the price as fifteen knights took turns on her. Over the next four hours, she was a plaything, holes filled as knights pumped cum into her over and over. After they were done, the knight captain simply stood over her. "Go clean yourself up. The Queen Consort needs attention." He said and departed with his knights. ************************ While Heather was being punished below, Princess Dalia was paying her tribute to the King in the throne room. King Korliss wanted to know first hand the full power of the Pleasure Vicar. Dalia rode his lordy shaft on the throne. He was massive, much bigger than the small dicks she was used to at the tavern. Her powers activated, sending the king into orgasm after orgasm - his mighty cock went flaccid, a feat no one had seen before. "By the Goddess, you are amazing, Dalia," Korliss said, spent. "The prophecy is true. The Vicars do have the power to fix this kingdom." "Prophecy?" Dalia asked. "Yes. Seek out High Priestess Lily. She can explain more." The King ordered. Dalia left the throne room, dripping and satisfied. Her quest had begun.'
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The Price of Lies: Legend of Dalia

octavian
AI art 'Elsa stands against Ariel' with user description 'The private bathing chamber deep within the frozen spires of Arendelle Castle as Elsa bathed. "This is nice and peaceful," she whispered to herself. She stepped out of the pool without bothering with a towel. The cold never bothered her anyway. A single gesture and shimmering ice crystals formed around her body, swirling like affectionate hands. They wove themselves into the fabric of her battle-ready dress: a sleek, high-slit gown of deepest midnight blue and crystalline white. The bodice was tight, almost corset-like, pushing her breasts upward into a breathtaking, icy display while leaving her shoulders and a daring expanse of cleavage bare. Then the lightning flashed. Through the tall arched windows of ice, the horizon lit up in violent electric blue. A massive storm was rolling in from the sea—unnaturally fast, unnaturally furious. Thunder rolled like distant war drums. Rain began to hammer against the frozen walls. Ariel. Elsa’s ice-blue eyes narrowed, a slow, dangerous smile curving her lips. The little mermaid had finally made her move. The signal was unmistakable: the war had begun. She turned away from the window and extended her hand. From the frost-covered pedestal rose her magic ice staff—taller than she was, crowned with a cruel, multifaceted spire of diamond-hard ice that pulsed with contained power. “Rapunzel,” she whispered into the cold air. “Moana. Merida. Tiana. Belle.” Names of the newer spirits, the wild ones, the ones who chafed under the old order of the “classic” princesses. “It’s time.” She planted the ice staff into the ground. A ring of jagged ice spikes erupted outward, claiming the courtyard as her first territory. “If it’s war you want, Ariel,” she called out into the howling wind, her voice carrying across the fjord with crystalline clarity, “then I will let it all go.”'
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Elsa stands against Ariel

octavian
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