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AI art 'Nami Cosplay'
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Nami Cosplay

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AI art "Rin's exercises"
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Rin's exercises

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steven1599
AI art 'Hu Tao ❤️'

Hu Tao ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '1000 FOLLOWERS' with user description 'Thanks for the amazing support guys! I can't believe this! More than 1000 followers. I'm ultra happy about this. This is a fun project and I'm very happy to see that you also like all the things I have generated. Thanks to all for all the support! Naomi also wants to say thank you.'
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1000 FOLLOWERS

cef_ultra
AI art "Marry me Senpai!"
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Marry me Senpai!

octavian
AI art "Serena"
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Serena

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AI art "Dim jeans"
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Dim jeans

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AI art 'Faruzan'
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Faruzan

murcie
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 ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "You are worth the wait"
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You are worth the wait

warmicestudios
AI art "Fern Gangbang"
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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Elise's Big Day"
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Elise's Big Day

dreamerofdreams
AI art "A Nightclub Memory"
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A Nightclub Memory

dreamerofdreams
AI art "1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~"
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1000! Perrin is Horny to Celebrate~

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AI art 'Kirara'
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Kirara

murcie
AI art "Maomao"
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Maomao

zuzul
AI art 'Beyond Journey's End Part 1' with user description 'The Archive of Perpetual Calibration: A Journey through the Lens ​The sunlight is fading, casting long, dramatic shadows over the riverbank as we sit among the smooth stones. Fern and I are huddled together, swiping through the seventeen captures on the traveler’s device. Beside us, a small basket of mountain berries and sliced melons sits partially eaten—a sweet, crisp contrast to the heavy, magical atmosphere of the day. ​The Negotiation: A Contract of Light and Time ​Frieren: "It began with a simple curiosity, Fern. The traveler approached us with that obsidian slab he called a 'Smartphone.' He claimed it didn't just capture images, but could archive the 'essence of history' to unlock a time-playback feature. To see the Hero Party again... I knew I had to have it. But his price was specific: he needed us to be his exclusive models to calibrate the device’s sensors. It was a logical trade—my history for our presence." ​Fern: "I was horrified, Mistress. A stranger asking us to pose for a 'miracle' sounded like a common scam. I called him a pervert—multiple times. But you looked at me with that calm, ancient resolve and said, 'Fern, clothes are temporary, but a record of the past is eternal.' You were so stubborn that I eventually folded. I traded my dignity for your nostalgia, much like a tart berry trades its skin for the sweetness inside." ​The Sequence of Initial Exposure ​Frieren: "In Photos 1 through 4, we established the baseline. You were so stiff, Fern, clutching your staff as if the lens was a physical threat. I remember the berries we ate then were a bit underripe, matching your prickly mood." ​Fern: "By Photo 5, you were standing there completely bare, treating the removal of your clothes like a boring lecture on mana-circuits. But then came my turn... and something strange happened. When I finally let my garments fall and felt the mountain breeze on my skin, I didn't just feel exposed—I felt a strange sense of liberation. When I looked at the lens and smiled for the first time, it wasn't for the traveler. It was because, for a moment, I felt as light as a dandelion seed. I looked like a woman of a new era, ripening like a summer peach." ​Frieren: "By Photo 6, our first dual-calibration, I realized the 'logic' of the box was absolute. Modesty was simply noise that the sensors needed to filter out." ​The Deepening Interaction ​Frieren: "The transition to 'Dynamic Interaction' in Photos 7 and 9 was where the true sync began. Our first shared kiss was a perfect way to equalize mana pressure. It tasted of mountain air and the faint sweetness of that melon we shared." ​Fern: "My face was the color of a ripe pomegranate. But then we reached Photo 10... the '69' position. It was a recursive loop of consumption. I learned more about the 'flavor' of your ancient mana in those minutes than in years of travel. I believe that was the first time the intensity forced me to reach a peak—a visceral 'release' archived in high definition." ​The Traveler’s Direct Influx ​Frieren: "In Photos 12 and 13, we provided 'Paizuru' data. It was fascinating to see the sensors react to our combined forms against the traveler’s stimulus tool. I found the oral calibration in Photo 14 particularly dense. My first peak occurred there; the sensory input was as potent and sharp as a burst of citrus." ​Fern: "Photos 15 and 16 were the 'Internal Saturation.' While the traveler entered me to map my 'Potential,' you were there, Mistress, grounding me with your tongue. That was my second and third peak in rapid succession. To be filled by him while being tasted by you... it’s a wonder I didn't bruise like a soft plum." ​The Final Count & Observation ​Frieren: "In total, I reached two peaks of mana-saturation, and you, Fern, reached four. My style is 'Ancient Indifference'—I can maintain focus even while shaking. You, however, have a style of 'Violent Surrender.' You pouted for ten photos and then became the most dedicated vessel I've ever seen." ​Fern: "You are a 'Stupid Frieren' for making me do this. You’d probably think about a pancake-flipping spell in the middle of a hurricane. But... the data is perfect. The sky is turning a bruised orange now." ​The Coming Storm ​As we reach Photo 17, the light is dying. The sweet fruit is gone. Nine new shadows are lengthening across the riverbank—the next phase of the mass calibration. ​The first part of the archive is locked.'
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Beyond Journey's End Part 1

mrjack36
AI art "2000 ?!?! 🤯😳"
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2000 ?!?! 🤯😳

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