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lilith calah, namah calah, and ravat larak (dreamkeepers) directed by gridanon
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This must be a Nightmare...

Dreamkeepers is a neat furry series/comic. Worth checking out if you haven't seen it!

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I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

AI Story - Bast's Nightmare

In the festering bowels of Anduruna's forsaken Nightmare crypts, where the air reeked of rot and ancient malice, Ravat Larak had dragged his captives into a chamber of unyielding horror. The lupine Dark Dreamkeeper, his dark-red fur bristling like barbed wire, loomed like a demonic colossus, his muscular frame etched with scars from countless slaughters. His eyes glowed with feral crimson rage, and his slasher smile stretched unnaturally wide, revealing fangs that dripped with viscous saliva, promising agony beyond comprehension. The sisters, Lilith and Namah Calah—now hardened women in their late twenties, their bodies sculpted by endless battles and suppressed powers—were chained to jagged iron spikes driven into the bloodstained floor. Their wrists were bound so tightly that the metal bit into their flesh, drawing thin rivulets of blood that trickled down their arms, the metallic scent mingling with the overpowering stench of decay and Ravat's primal musk.

Lilith, her cat-like grace twisted into a voluptuous, trembling form, knelt with her full breasts pressed against the cold stone, nipples erect from the biting chill and the electric terror coursing through her veins. Her tail lashed weakly, fur matted with sweat and grime. Namah, the draconic firebrand, her pink scales scarred from past defiances, snarled like a cornered beast, her eyes blazing with unquenchable fury. But Ravat's presence crushed the air from the room—he was a towering nightmare incarnate, his gigantic canine cock jutting forth like a barbaric spear of flesh, over two and a half feet of throbbing, vein-riddled monstrosity, the knot at its base inflated to the girth of a man's thigh, pulsating with dark, corrupted energy. His colossal balls hung like pendulous executioner's weights, each swollen larger than a melon, churning audibly with seed that promised to drown them in degradation. The heat from his groin was infernal, radiating waves that made the air shimmer, and the musk—a choking fog of sweat-soaked fur, salty precum, and raw, animal dominance—clogged their throats, making every breath a violation.

Ravat's massive paw clamped around Lilith's throat, his claws digging in just enough to prick her skin, drawing beads of blood that he licked off his fingers with a guttural growl. "You worthless cunts think you can defy me?" His voice was a thunderous snarl, echoing like the crack of bones in the chamber, laced with such venom that it sent shivers through their spines. It wasn't just sound—it was a physical force, vibrating the chains and making their eardrums throb. "I've gutted armies, raped the life from worlds, and now I'll break you sluts until you're begging for my cock like the whores you are." He slammed Namah's face into the dirt with his other hand, grinding her cheek against the rough stone until it scraped raw, her blood smearing the floor. "Scream for me. It makes me harder."

Lilith gasped, her emerald eyes wide with terror as the acrid taste of fear bile rose in her throat, but Ravat's grip forced her head up, smashing her lips against the flared tip of his cock. The contact was brutal—the head was scorching hot, like branded iron, the ridges sharp enough to scrape her tender mouth as he thrust forward without mercy. Precum gushed out in a thick, burning torrent, flooding her mouth with a bitter, acrid flavor that seared her tongue, viscous and salty like molten salt mixed with rot. She choked, tears streaming down her face, but he held her there, her jaw stretched to its limit around the impossible girth. "Suck it, princess bitch," he roared, his breath hot and fetid against her ears, reeking of carnage. "Worship this god-cock or I'll rip your sister's throat out and fuck the hole."

The texture was nightmarish—rough, pulsating veins like writhing serpents under the velvety skin, each throb sending a jolt through her body. Saliva mixed with his fluids dribbled from her chin in sloppy strings, pattering onto her heaving breasts, the wet smacks echoing obscenely. Namah, witnessing her sister's torment, lunged forward with a feral roar, but Ravat's boot slammed into her chest, cracking ribs with a sickening crunch that made her gasp in agony. "Your turn, pink whore," he snarled, yanking her by the horns and forcing her snout into his colossal balls. The impact was crushing—the sacs were heavy as boulders, slamming against her face with bruising force, the wrinkled skin hot and slick with sweat, embedding her nose in the furred cleft where the musk was thickest, a suffocating cloud of nutty, earthy filth that invaded her lungs like poison gas.

"Lick them, you filthy dragon slut," Ravat commanded, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper that promised unspeakable pain, his claws raking down her back, drawing bloody furrows that burned like fire. "Feel how they're swelling with cum just for your worthless holes. Disobey, and I'll skin you alive while she watches." Namah's tongue lolled out involuntarily from the pressure, lapping at the taut skin, the taste exploding across her senses—intensely musky, with a tangy bitterness that made her retch, yet her body betrayed her, saliva flowing as the heat pulsed against her lips. The balls shifted with a deep, rumbling gurgle, like thunder in her ears, each orb churning as if alive, pressing against her cheeks and stretching her mouth wide when she sucked one in, the size nearly dislocating her jaw.

Ravat's laughter boomed, a sadistic cacophony that rattled the crypt's walls, dust sifting from the ceiling like fallout. "Look at you—pathetic. Your powers? Useless against a real monster." He pistoned his hips, skull-fucking Lilith with brutal thrusts, the knot battering her lips like a battering ram, her throat bulging grotesquely around the invading shaft. She gagged violently, vomit threatening, but swallowed it down with the flood of precum, the burn traveling to her stomach. "Deeper, cunt! Choke on it!" he bellowed, his free hand slapping her face hard enough to leave a welt, the sting amplifying the sensory assault—the metallic tang of blood from her split lip mixing with his essence.

Namah, her ribs aching with every breath, tongued his balls with forced vigor, her grunts vibrating against the sensitive skin, sending shudders through Ravat's frame. "You... monster... I'll kill you," she rasped between laps, her voice muffled, but he only ground harder, smothering her words. The scent clung to her scales, marking her as his, the heat making her vision blur with unwanted arousal, slickness pooling between her thighs despite the horror.

"Switch, slaves," Ravat ordered, his tone a whip-crack of authority, yanking them like ragdolls. He forced Namah onto his cock, her draconic maw stretching impossibly around the girth, teeth scraping harmlessly as he rammed in, hitting the back of her throat with eye-watering force. "Take it all, or I'll carve your pretty face." Precum burned her esophagus like acid, the ridges tearing at her inner cheeks, blood tinting the mess. Lilith, gasping for air, was shoved into his balls, her face buried in the sweltering sac, inhaling the choking musk that made her cough and wheeze. She licked desperately, the heavy orbs slapping her cheeks with each of Namah's forced bobs, the wet, fleshy impacts resounding like slaps.

"Faster, you whores!" Ravat thundered, his claws embedding in their scalps, dictating the rhythm with vicious pulls. Their tongues worked in tandem now, sliding along the shaft from tip to knot, their faces pressed together in humiliating proximity, saliva and precum swapping between them in sloppy kisses around his flesh. The sounds were a symphony of depravity—gurgles, chokes, wet slurps, and Ravat's guttural moans, interspersed with threats: "I'll breed you both until you burst. Your wombs will be my cum-dumps." His knot swelled further, the size threatening to lock them in eternal torment, the heat scorching their lips.

Lilith whimpered, her voice broken: "Please... it's tearing me apart... so hot, so big." But Ravat slapped her again, harder, drawing more blood. "Beg louder, bitch!" Namah, her eyes watering from the stretch, growled, "Fuck... you... demon," but her tongue never stopped, tracing the throbbing veins with reluctant precision.

He alternated their torments—shoving one deep while the other serviced his balls, their bodies bruised and bloodied from his grips. The air grew thicker, humid with sweat and fluids, the stone floor slick under their knees. Ravat's threats escalated: "Displease me, and I'll summon Nightmares to join. They'll rip you open while I watch." His cock twitched violently, precum erupting in geysers that coated their faces, dripping into their eyes, stinging like venom.

As the ordeal dragged on, their resistances cracked under the relentless assault. Lilith's moans turned pleading, Namah's snarls to gasps, but Ravat's intimidation never waned—he was the apex predator, his every word a blade, every thrust a conquest. "You're mine forever," he vowed, his voice echoing eternally in the crypt. The sisters' world narrowed to his gigantic cock and colossal balls, senses overwhelmed: the searing taste, the suffocating scent, the bruising feel, the deafening roars, and the sight of his monstrous form dominating all. In this extreme abyss, submission was inevitable, their bodies and wills ground to dust under his threatening shadow.

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