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AI art 'Anara getting in on the trend' with user description 'I never expected the mirror selfie from last time to blow up the way it has.
I hit 500 followers so soon after reaching the 400 milestone, and had my first post that got over 350 likes.

A big thank you to everyone again (You must be getting sick of me saying it so often.)
Please enjoy Anara's Mirror Selfies, and her first time trying anal :)'

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Anara getting in on the trend

AI art 'Sexy as Fuck' with user description 'These Girls are Sexy as Fuck and they know it. They´re Goddesses and they want all, you know what it means.'

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Sexy as Fuck

holo_the_wise_wolf

AI art "CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”"

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CHAPTER 3: “Getting the Pearl Thong”

AI art "Iommi Knows What You Like"

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Iommi Knows What You Like

AI art '😻 Kittens, Batch 2' with user description 'Because I have like a billion of them 😏'

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😻 Kittens, Batch 2

AI art '2girls fun' with user description 'The tranquil, moss-covered ruins of an ancient elven sanctuary have been repurposed today. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of blue moon weed and old magic. Frieren, the slayer of the Demon King, sits with her usual detached expression, while Fern, her apprentice, stands beside her, clutching her staff and looking significantly more flustered.
The Casting Transcript: Frieren & Fern
1. Identity: Names and Roles?
Frieren: "Frieren. I’m a mage. I’ve been traveling for quite some time."
Fern: "My name is Fern. I am also a mage... and apparently, today, I am a 'performer.' Frieren-sama, are you sure about this?"
Frieren: "It’s just another grimoire quest, Fern. Don't be so stiff."
2. Dreams: What do you want for your future?
Frieren: "To understand humans better. And maybe find a spell that perfectly cleans bronze statues."
Fern: "I just want to ensure we have enough gold for supplies... and that Frieren-sama wakes up on time. Though, after today, I suspect my 'future' will involve a lot of blushing."
3. Hobbies: Do you play games or watch anime?
Frieren: "I enjoy collecting 'useless' spells. I’ve heard of 'anime'; it seems like a very short span of time to tell a story. Humans are so rushed."
Fern: "I enjoy quiet study and tea. I’ve seen some scrolls from the 'Danganronpa' archives—they were quite chaotic. I prefer things a bit more... rhythmic."
4. Motivation: Why do you want to do this?
Frieren: "A merchant offered a very rare grimoire in exchange for a 'record of elven intimacy.' Since I’m the last one, I suppose it’s up to me. It’s for the pursuit of knowledge."
Fern: "Frieren-sama said it was 'training.' I didn't realize the training involved being completely unclad in front of a crystal recorder."
5. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex?
Frieren: "As an elf, my drive is... quiet. Perhaps a 2? But I am curious about the human perspective. I've been told it's quite intense."
Fern: "I... I don't have much experience! But with Frieren-sama... it feels like a 9. My heart won't stop racing. Is this a side effect of mana depletion?"
6. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"?
Frieren: "'Zoltraak.' If I say that, everyone should probably run."
Fern: "'Himmel.' It reminds me to stay focused on what’s important."
7. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def?
Frieren: "If it’s for the archive, it should be clear. Capture it all."
Fern: "If Frieren-sama is okay with it... I will endure the embarrassment for the sake of the mission."
8. The Act: You've agreed to a lesbian scene together?
Frieren: "Yes. I want to see if I can feel the 'warmth' Himmel always talked about. I’ll be taking the lead—I have a few centuries of theory, after all."
Fern: "I will do my best to support Frieren-sama... in every way she requires."
The Scene: "The Mage’s Private Lesson"
The sunlight filters through the shattered stained glass of the ruins, casting colorful patterns over their pale, naked skin. Frieren and Fern are entirely bare, their cloaks and staves discarded on a bed of soft grass. Frieren looks at Fern with a clinical but strangely tender curiosity, while Fern is flushed a deep crimson from her chest to her ears.
"Fern," Frieren whispers, her small hands reaching out to cup the apprentice's much more generous breasts. "Your heart is beating very fast. Does this spell require so much mana?"
Fern gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as Frieren leans in. The "performance" is a slow, methodical exploration. Frieren is patient, using her fingers and tongue with the same precision she uses to dismantle a barrier. She explores Fern's body with a quiet intensity, tasting the salt on her skin and the heat between her thighs.
Fern, overwhelmed by the sensation, finally breaks her composure. She pulls Frieren down, her long purple hair splaying out like a silken web. She takes the lead for a moment, her hands roaming over Frieren’s smaller, lithe frame. The air is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic friction of their bodies meeting.
Frieren finds herself being filled by Fern’s fingers, a sensation that finally cracks her stoic mask. Her eyes roll back, and a soft, melodic moan escapes her lips—a sound that makes Fern’s own excitement peak. They move together in a desperate, tangled dance of limbs and magic.
The scene reaches its climax as they both collapse into each other, slick with sweat and spent passion. Frieren lies against Fern's chest, watching the crystal recorder finish its work.
"I think I understand now, Fern," Frieren says quietly, a small, genuine smile touching her lips. "This was... a very good use of our time."
The recording is being encoded into a magical scroll. Would you like to see how Stark reacts when he accidentally finds this 'training footage' in the luggage?'

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2girls fun

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'feet' for prompt: 'pussy, from below,no shoes,bare feet,feet focus, lying, looking down'

feet

AI art "Walkies with Anya"

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Walkies with Anya

AI art 'NEKOPARA Vol. 0' with user description 'Suddenly I realized that I don't have to "play" Nekopara games and wait hours just for a few special scenes! I can draw them! I'm a f*cking genius! Slow thinking, but genius! 💡😁'

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NEKOPARA Vol. 0

AI art 'Fern Gangbang' with user description 'The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Fern walked a half-step behind Frieren, her expression as stoic and unreadable as ever. However, there was a certain tension in the way she gripped her staff.
"Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice steady but carrying a distinct weight. "Do you remember the village of Kalla? The one with the white stone church we passed during the autumn harvest? You were busy looking for a grimoire that turned sour milk into sweet cream."
Frieren hummed, poking at a patch of moss. "I remember the milk. It didn't work very well. Why do you ask, Fern? Did you leave something behind?"
"It’s not that," Fern replied, her gaze fixed on the back of Frieren’s head. "I was thinking about the festival they were holding. The 'Day of Impregnation.' I had gone into the church to offer a prayer. I didn't realize that entering on that specific day carried... certain obligations."
Frieren stopped, her large emerald eyes blinking slowly. "Obligations? I don't recall that in the historical records. Was it a mana-based ritual?"
"In a sense," Fern said, her voice dropping. "The doors locked behind me. I was surrounded by the men of the village—the blacksmith, the baker’s sons, even the magistrate. They told me that as a traveler, I was to be the vessel for the village’s prosperity. Naturally, my first instinct was to eliminate the threat. I raised my staff to cast a wide-range Zoltraak."
Frieren tilted her head. "And? Your casting speed is impressive. Did you miss?"
"It didn't work," Fern said, a flush of crimson creeping up her neck. "My mana felt suppressed, as if the air in the church acted as a dampener. Every spell simply flickered and died. I was powerless. And that was when they began. They didn't rush me like monsters; they moved with terrifying, rhythmic patience. They started with my outer robe, ripping the heavy fabric away in jagged strips. They pinned me against the cold stone of the altar."
Fern took a deep breath. "They were methodical, Mistress. They ripped my clothes off little by little. When they reached my legs, they didn't just remove my socks—they shredded the fabric slowly. One of them grabbed my feet. He began to lick the arches of my feet with a perverted intensity. At first, I felt nothing but icy rage. I wanted to kill them all."
Frieren leaned on her staff. "Licking feet... that’s a very specific human behavior. Did they explain the magical significance?"
"They didn't explain anything," Fern continued. "The stripping continued until I was bare. Then the real ritual began. They moved from my feet to the actual act. It was relentless. Anal, vaginal... they rotated through me with mechanical fervor. I was being stretched and filled by the village’s strongest men, one after another, until every part of me ached from their weight. And the strangest thing happened, Mistress. As the hours passed and the resistance in my mind crumbled under the physical intensity, I stopped trying to find a way to cast spells. The rage didn't disappear, but it was overtaken. I found that I started to like the sensation of being completely overwhelmed. My body began to respond to them in a way that my mind found repulsive."
Frieren went back to looking at a beetle, her voice calm. "I see. It’s a common occurrence, Fern. When the conscious mind recognizes that resistance is impossible, the nervous system often switches to a state of forced adaptation. Or, more simply, humans are designed to find pleasure in acts that ensure their continuation. If you liked it, it means your body was functioning correctly. It’s not a failure of character; it’s just biology. It’s quite efficient."
Fern huffed, her stoic mask cracking. "You are being far too casual about this! I was being used as a communal vessel! And you’re talking about 'biological efficiency'?"
"Well," Frieren said, starting to walk again. "You didn't die, and you gained a deeper understanding of human ritualism. Plus, you admitted you enjoyed it once you stopped fighting. In the grand span of a thousand years, a single afternoon in a church is just a small, slightly messy memory."
Fern stared at her, then let out a frustrated sigh. "You really are a pervert, Mistress Frieren. A cold, calculating pervert."
"Perhaps," Frieren replied. "But at least you didn't have to worry about your laundry that day. Ripped clothes are easier to replace. We should hurry; there’s a town ahead with a spell for making invisible ink visible. That’s much more exciting than talking about your feet."
Fern followed, her face still red. "I hate you sometimes, Mistress."
"I know," Frieren said softly. "That’s what makes you a good apprentice."'

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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent

AI art "Danganronpa 2 aquarium"

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Danganronpa 2 aquarium

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Fruit' with user description 'Fern sharing some grapes'

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Fruit

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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 ❤️

blackhairedstudent

AI art '😻 Kittens, No. 2/2' with user description 'Mirror selfie 📱

So, this is where it all started two weeks ago... with this kitten taking selfies (Kittens, No. 2/1), but I couldn't figure out how to create a prompt that worked (maybe there were to much info for a prompt limited to 62 characters), so I started to experiment with a reference image, but the results were "rigid". Until @zesoul came along and created a prompt that works like a charm.

So, finally, as the last one, I made my own mirror selfie with hands hooked under knees, and completed the set 🥹'

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😻 Kittens, No. 2/2

AI art '300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)' with user description 'Part 3 from the PokeGirls for you. Enjoy them.'

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300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)

holo_the_wise_wolf

AI art "My girl Hinata"

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My girl Hinata

AI art "🍩 Box of Donuts"

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🍩 Box of Donuts

AI art "Zelda after sex"

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Zelda after sex

AI art 'Danganronpa 3 Glass pt1' with user description 'Pt 1 of danganronpa 3 girls ❤️'

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Danganronpa 3 Glass pt1

blackhairedstudent

AI art 'Girls Feet are the best.' with user description 'Their Feet are unbelieavable Sexy, particularly with those Silky Nylons.'

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Girls Feet are the best.

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