elbow gloves

AI art "Sakura femdom"
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Sakura femdom

test321
AI art 'Nami Cosplay'
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Nami Cosplay

barry915
AI art "The Hunger: Walpurgis Night"
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The Hunger: Walpurgis Night

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Marry me Senpai!"
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Marry me Senpai!

octavian
AI art 'selfie'
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selfie

jlixard
AI art "Lingerie Love: Pink"
14

Lingerie Love: Pink

kendarfulgrim
AI art "Next vote"
5

Next vote

chainny
AI art "Musketeer : Cassandre"
6

Musketeer : Cassandre

zuzul
AI art 'Fishnet test'
13

Fishnet test

zuzul
AI art "Musketeer's squad"
11

Musketeer's squad

zuzul
AI art 'An appreciation for Psylocke.'
7

An appreciation for Psylocke.

ulyth
AI art "Vanessa changes your fate"
10

Vanessa changes your fate

octavian
AI art 'Aura Captured' with user description 'The snow crunched beneath my boots as I approached the tavern, a solitary beacon of warmth in this frozen wasteland. My violet hair whipped in the biting wind, and the **Scales of Obedience** at my hip rattled—a reminder of my absolute authority. I, Aura the Guillotine, did not fear these mortals. They were but insects whose lives were measured in the weight of their souls. As I reached the door, an old, obese man blocked my path, his face a map of filth and scars. "You killed them all," he rasped. "My entire bloodline. I challenge you, Aura. A measure of souls." My pride was my undoing. I scanned his mana; it was pathetic. I could have ended him instantly, but I wanted to see the despair on his face when his own soul condemned him. I summoned the Scales, pouring my vast, ancient mana into my side. The scale tipped instantly toward me. But seconds before his mana touched the plate, he drained a shimmering vial. It was a **Potion of Infinite Illusion**. It didn’t actually increase his power, but it tricked the magical logic of the scales, making his mana appear as a bottomless, infinite abyss for five crucial seconds. The balance slammed down on his side with the force of a falling mountain. Because the scale "saw" him as superior, its magic bound my very soul to his will. "Silence," he commanded, his voice cold and flat. "Speak only when I tell you to. Only do what I want you to do." He took me to his new home town, a place I destroyed 60 years ago, rebuilt by the child i dis not kill that time.. he ordered me to serve every one of them, and i Did... one after another, no resting.. some where big, big as monsters, their bodies made mine look small, After forty-eight hours of being used by every man in his village—my demonic body cruelly resetting my anatomy to a virgin state after every violation—he led me to a stone square. "Put your head and hands through here," he ordered, pointing to a heavy, stone-and-iron guillotine frame. "**Wait here in this position in silence until I return. And keep serving anyone who comes to use you.**" He never came back. I have been in this position for seven hundred years. My neck and wrists are locked into the frame, my spine permanently arched, my rear perpetually exposed to the whims of the kingdom that grew around my shackle. I have forgotten the sound of my own voice; the concept of speech has withered in my mind like a dead leaf. I have forgotten the taste of food and the warmth of a bed. Most importantly, I have never slept. My demonic stamina ensures I remain wide awake, forced to witness every second of my degradation through the centuries. The square is never empty. I have become a living monument, a landmark of flesh and stone. Around the base of my pedestal, a permanent slum of forty hobos has taken root. They live in wretched huts built against my legs, treating my body as a communal hearth. While the city sleeps, they take turns fucking me all night long, their unwashed bodies a constant weight against my cold skin. During the day, travelers from across the world join the queue. Sometimes five or six men use me simultaneously—one at my mouth, others at my pussy and anus—clambering over each other to claim a piece of the monster. My body is a cursed masterpiece of regeneration. It is a biological nightmare of rapid recovery. One second, a man withdraws and my ass is left **extremely gaped**, a dark, distended void pulsing from the trauma of his intrusion; in the very next second, the demonic magic surges through my tissue, sealing the opening until it is **virgin again**. I am a perpetual loop of destruction and restoration, a tight, "pure" vessel that is torn open by the next stranger only to reset before his seed even cools. I no longer think of magic. The only thing that exists is the count. I have become a living abacus. One billion. One billion and ten. The number is the only thing I truly know. I watch the fashion of the men change and the seasons bleed into centuries. I am a hole in the center of the world, a silent vessel that has processed the seed of entire lineages. I am the first demon to ever feel the sting of a tear, a single drop of salt water that has carved a permanent track down my weathered face—a testament to a billion men and an eternity of silence.'
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Aura Captured

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'A Happy Place' with user description 'Well... Hope you enjoy it, wherever it is lol'

A Happy Place

mellmell1
AI art "DXD school event"
10

DXD school event

jlixard
AI art "Let's go Cosplay part 1"
15

Let's go Cosplay part 1

octavian
AI art '300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)' with user description 'Part 3 from the PokeGirls for you. Enjoy them.'
30

300 Thank you very much. (PokeGirls part 3)

holo_the_wise_wolf
AI art "Musketeer : Bianca"
4

Musketeer : Bianca

zuzul
AI art '💍 Catgirl Wedding, Part 2' with user description 'What happens after the bride and groom leave the wedding? 😺😏'
16

💍 Catgirl Wedding, Part 2

peterco
AI art "Musketeer 2"

Musketeer 2

zuzul
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