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AI art "Scrap Metal Hunter"
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Scrap Metal Hunter

onkayetishar
AI art "Goth and pastel goth"
12

Goth and pastel goth

talist13
AI art 'Moody gamer girl'
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Moody gamer girl

talist13
AI art 'Rosalina Casting' 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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Rosalina Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Fern Strategy' with user description 'The Northern Plateau was a place of biting winds and jagged stone, but today, the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Fern stood at the edge of a frozen clearing, her staff held firmly in both hands. Opposite her stood a creature that defied the logic of the grimoires she had spent years studying under Frieren’s tutelage. It was a Great Orc—a towering wall of muscle and grey-green skin, adorned with ritualistic scars that glowed with a faint, obsidian light. "**Zoltraak**," Fern whispered, her voice steady. A beam of concentrated mana streaked across the clearing, aimed directly at the beast’s chest. Usually, such a spell would pierce even the thickest hide, but as the bolt struck the Orc, it didn't explode. It shattered. The mana dissipated into harmless sparks, sliding off the creature’s skin like water off a polished stone. The Orc let out a guttural laugh, a sound that rumbled in the depths of its massive chest. "Magic... useless," it grunted. "My skin... the Void’s Blessing. No spell touches me." Fern stepped back, her mind racing. She realized that the "Void’s Blessing" was a hungry absorption. The Orc was taking in her mana and converting it into a raw, biological drive. The more she fought with traditional means, the more aggressive and "heated" the creature became. Its eyes were no longer focused on combat; they were glazed with a primal, suffocating lust. "I see," Fern murmured, her face remaining stoic despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "If I cannot destroy your body with distance, I will force it to its limit with contact." She didn't cast an attack. Instead, she dropped her staff and channeled a high-frequency sensory spell—a "**Pleasure Amplification**" charm. Normally, it required physical contact, but the Orc’s own mana-absorption field acted as a bridge. As the Orc lunged, Fern didn't flee. She stepped into its personal space. The lead Orc’s massive hands clamped onto Fern’s waist, the contrast between his rough, green skin and her delicate frame highlighting the sheer scale of the task. She realized that to truly overload him, she needed to use the most sensitive conduits available. She turned, pressing her soft, rounded ass against the front of the Orc’s massive, throbbing arousal. The sensation was a wall of heat, but she didn’t flinch. She began to move. Using the charm, she turned her own skin into a magical conduit. Every rhythmic grind of her ass against him wasn't just a physical act; it was a magical surge. She felt his mana-shield drinking in the sensation, and she pushed back, her curves molding against his grotesque bulk. The Orc’s breath hitched, a deep, rattling sound. Not satisfied with the speed of his decline, Fern shifted, guiding his massive length to her pussy. The entry was a staggering shock of scale, stretching her to her absolute limit, but she maintained her stoic focus. She wrapped her internal muscles around him, pulsing with magical energy. With every thrust, she injected a concentrated burst of sensory mana directly into his core. The feedback loop was catastrophic. The sensation of being inside her, combined with the inverted magical attack, was too much. His eyes rolled back, and his knees finally gave out. He let out a deafening roar as he reached his breaking point. A massive, hot release filled her, a testament to the energy he had absorbed. He came three times in a violent, shivering blur before slumping into the snow, completely incapacitated. "How pathetic," Fern whispered, her usual deadpan expression returning as she adjusted her sleeve. But her relief was short-lived. The mountain air was suddenly filled with the heavy thud of dozens of footsteps. One by one, more Great Orcs stepped into the clearing—a literal horde of at least twenty of them. They looked down at their fallen kin, then turned their hunger-filled gazes toward Fern. Their obsidian scars began to glow in anticipation of the mana she possessed. "So," Fern whispered, her voice barely a tremor. "The 'Void's Blessing' is the standard for the whole tribe. And they're all as hungry as the first one." The lead Orc, a scarred beast with a belly that hung over his fur, stepped forward, his nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. "Girl-mage... defeated the scout," he rumbled. "But we... we are starving." Fern gripped her staff, her mind already calculating the hours of work ahead of her. She knew that to survive, she would have to repeat the process, using her ass and her pussy to satisfy every single one of them until they collapsed. "This is going to be incredibly bothersome," she muttered, looking at the twenty massive monsters closing in. "It’s going to be a long night... and it’s going to be very hard to satisfy them all." ..'
27

Fern Strategy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Trouble at the power plant' with user description 'On their way to Olivine City, Ash, Misty, and Brock stumble upon a power plant. Due to a series of misunderstandings, they are attacked by the security personnel, who consist of Electric-type Pokémon. As always, the only way to calm the Pokémon is for Misty, luckily for her, to let them have a good time. The Magnetilos can magnetically attach all sorts of tools to themselves for carrying out repairs. Oddly enough, dildos and vibrators are also included.'
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Trouble at the power plant

greymaker
AI art 'Frieren Lost' with user description 'The subterranean silence of the Great Orc Chasm was a heavy, suffocating thing. For four long years, Frieren had wandered through its crystalline arteries, a lone speck of silver in the deep dark. It had been shortly after the victory against the Demon King—a time when she should have been wandering the world in peace—but this geological trap had claimed her. The stones here were ancient and malevolent, possessing a unique property that repelled mana. Her spells, the very language of her soul, were rendered silent. Without her magic to blast through the walls or find the ley lines of the surface, she was just a small girl lost in the belly of the world. On her first day, the Orc Chieftain had stood before her, his voice a low tremor in the stone. "The exit to the surface is a sacred threshold, Elf. It opens only for those who give themselves to the mountain's guardians. Serve my people sexually, and the gate is yours." Frieren had looked at him with her usual detached, almost bored expression. To an elf, time was a boundless ocean. "I'll find my own way," she had replied. The following years were a test of elven patience. She explored every inch of the gargantuan cavern system. Her journey was not without its spoils; she discovered lost troves of ancient gold and various magical trinkets that had been swallowed by the earth eons ago. She found mirrors that reflected the past and rings that hummed with dead languages. The orcs were curiously civil throughout her stay; they never laid a finger on her, respecting her refusal with a stoic, almost friendly hospitality. They shared their food and hearth, treating her like a permanent fixture of their subterranean society. But even for Frieren, four years of darkness began to grate. She thought of Himmel—how quickly his human life would pass while she was down here playing hide-and-seek with a mountain. She realized that every year spent in these caves was a year of his fleeting life she would never see. The thought of emerging to find him an old man—or worse—was the catalyst that finally moved her. She approached the Chieftain in the heart of the torch-lit village. "Is the offer from the first day still true?" she asked, her voice echoing off the magic-killing stone. "It is," the Chieftain rumbled, standing from his throne. "The toll must be paid in full." "Then I agree," Frieren said, her eyes fixed on the ceiling where the sun should be. "I have stayed here long enough, but i have a request.. the will only use my ass, e dont want to have orc babies." The ritual that followed was a monumental display of endurance. The entire village—every able-bodied male in the tribe—gathered in the Great Hall. Frieren, the legendary mage who had helped slay the Demon King, now offered herself as the ultimate anal toll. The encounter was a overwhelming sea of physical sensation. She was surrounded by the heat of the horde, her small, pale body becoming the center of a relentless, communal celebration of the flesh. One by one, the orcs stepped forward to claim their portion of the elven blessing. They were massive and primal, their strength a stark contrast to the delicate girl they shared. For a day and a night, the hall was filled with the rhythmic slapping of skin and the guttural grunts of the warriors. Frieren was taken repeatedly, her senses drowned in the musk and the sheer scale of the gangbang. She was filled to the brim by the chieftain, his lieutenants, and the common laborers, her body serving as a vessel for the entire tribe’s collective seed. Despite the intensity, the orcs remained oddly disciplined, each taking his turn with a focused, reverent lust. When the final warrior finished, leaving her slick and trembling on the stone, the Chieftain stood and moved his throne. Behind it lay the hidden tunnel, the air smelling of the fresh, distant surface. She had paid the price, and the sky was waiting.'
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Frieren Lost

blackhairedstudent
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vaderisking
AI art "Every face has a secret."
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Every face has a secret.

kendarfulgrim
AI art 'Ahri Divine, League of Sex'
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Ahri Divine, League of Sex

mrpowa
AI art 'Gamer girl'

Gamer girl

talist13
AI art 'Genshin Impact dungeon sex' for prompt: 'Raiden Genshin Impact, torn clothes, scared, gigantic balls, pile driver, doggy sex position, face down ass up, mouth oozing cum, chains, restrained, dungeon, massive gigantic girthy veiny cock, cum everywhere, cumshot, massive cum puddle, stomach bulge'
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Genshin Impact dungeon sex

jessienasher
AI art 'Anticipation' with user description 'Anara is waiting for you to text her. She got bored and ordered some things online. She wanted to show you what she's been doing. Her last message reads, "It's not as good as yours".'
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Anticipation

zesoul
AI art 'Bikes - Compilation' with user description 'Hi guys! Here is one of my favorite compilation :D Check my profile for more <3'
25

Bikes - Compilation

herlin
AI art

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happo
AI art 'Tentacle fun' with user description '"Fern," Frieren began, her voice as flat and clinical as if she were describing the shelf-life of a common herb. They were camped in a clearing, the crackle of the campfire the only barrier against the oppressive silence of the northern woods. "I once encountered a forest that did not want me to leave. It was a localized mana-distortion, a living ecosystem that fed on specific biological impulses rather than magical energy." Fern paused her stitching, her purple eyes narrowing. She had learned that when Frieren started a story with such detached terminology, something deeply bothering or bizarre was coming. "A forest you couldn't escape, Mistress? Even with your detection spells?" "Magic was useless there," Frieren continued, staring into the embers. "The trees were not trees, but hardened fungal stalks. And beneath the soil... there were appendages. Countless, slick tentacles that responded only to the release of physical fluids and the peak of nervous system arousal. To pass through the gate, one had to satisfy the forest’s 'quota'." Fern’s face began to heat up. "A quota? Mistress, please tell me you mean you offered it some captured prey or... or some kind of monster core." "No," Frieren said, her expression unchanging. "It wanted me. Specifically, it wanted the internal saturation of an elf." Fern dropped her needle. "Mistress! Surely you didn't—" "I had no choice. I spent three months in that thicket." Frieren’s gaze drifted to the canopy above. "The primary appendage was thick, covered in a bioluminescent slime that acted as a localized paralytic and a powerful aphrodisiac. It didn't just want to touch me; it wanted to be part of my internal anatomy. It entered through my Anal passage, a cold and unrelenting intrusion that stretched my frame until I thought my spine would snap. But it didn't stop there. It was a single, continuous organism. It forced its way upward, through my intestines and stomach, until the tip of the tentacle forced its way up my esophagus and burst out through my Mouth." Fern let out a strangled, horrified sound, her hands flying to her own throat. "Through your... and out your...? Mistress, that's not... that's a violation of the highest order! How can you speak of it so calmly?" "Because the forest doesn't care about dignity, Fern. It only cares about the circuit." Frieren’s voice remained steady, though her pupils seemed to dilate slightly at the memory. "I was suspended in the air, a living sleeve for that thing. While it occupied my entire core, smaller, thinner feelers emerged from the bark. They were delicate, almost needle-like at the tips. They sought out my Nipples, latching onto them with a suction so intense it felt like they were trying to draw the very mana out of my blood. They tweaked and pulled, synchronizing their rhythm with the pulsing of the main trunk inside me." "Stop! Please, Mistress!" Fern’s face was now a violent shade of crimson, her breathing shallow. "This is... this is perverted! It's 'ecchi'! It's completely inappropriate for a legendary mage!" "It was a mechanical necessity, Fern," Frieren replied, finally looking at her apprentice. "The forest required me to reach a state of total, involuntary climax while being internally bridged. Every time I thought I would faint, the feelers on my chest would snap me back to attention with a sharp, electric shock of pleasure. I was filled, stretched, and manipulated until I was nothing but a pulsing nerve ending. Only when I had 'overflowed' enough to saturate the roots did the tentacle finally withdraw, sliding back down through my throat and out of my body." Fern stood up abruptly, her knees shaking. "I... I'm going to sleep. I'm going to sleep and I'm going to pretend I never heard a single word of this. You are... you are a very questionable person, Mistress Frieren!" Frieren watched her apprentice scurry toward her bedroll. "It’s a rare grimoire that teaches you how to bridge a forest, Fern. I still have the notes if you're interested." "I am NOT interested!" Fern shrieked from under her blankets. Frieren simply hummed, poking the fire. "A pity. The sensory feedback was quite educational."'
23

Tentacle fun

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Thehaunted Mansion Part 1' with user description 'Ash lost to Gym Leader Sabrina. He's then told that he'll probably need a Ghost-type Pokémon and that the best place to catch one is at the remote mansion. When the friends arrive, Misty feels a cold shiver and something touches her chest. Before she knows it, she's in the middle of a Ghost-type frenzy. Just when she thinks it's over, the leader of the Pokémon suddenly appears: a gigantic, monstrous Gengar. Naturally, the Gengar wants to join in the fun too. Ash and Brock have found Misty and join the frenzy as well.'
25

Thehaunted Mansion Part 1

greymaker
AI art 'Asuka and his new huge dildo.' with user description 'Asuka receives a new dildo much larger than expected, but that doesn't intimidate her.'
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Asuka and his new huge dildo.

kendarfulgrim
AI art
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escherion
AI art "Mirko was captured!"
22

Mirko was captured!

kendarfulgrim
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