🔥 LoRA Model Metadata – Illustrious-XL Custom

🩸 MODEL NAME: Suzanna_Hellfire_MuscleMommyXL
✨ TITLE: Hell’s Biotech Bombshell – Suzanna Hellfire | Futa Demon Muscle Mommy LoRA (Illustrious-XL)
📦 BASE: Illustrious-XL
🧬 TAGGED FOR: muscle mommy, futanari, demon, cyborg, sexbot, sci-fi horror, nude, tattooed, femdom, NSFW

🧾 MODEL DESCRIPTION:

Step into the infernal labs of the damned with Suzanna Hellfire, a towering demon-cyborg muscle mommy engineered for dominance and decadence. Forged in hell’s biomechanical crucible, this LoRA fuses the legendary Illustrious-XL aesthetic with an original character designed to push boundaries: hyper-muscular, inked, seductive, and armed with raw sexual power.

Suzanna_Hellfire_MuscleMommyXL delivers ultra-detailed renders of a pale-skinned, red-haired infernal goddess. Her glowing green eyes, biomech implants, veiny musculature, and imposing anatomy (including full futanari features) define a new standard in erotic horror and sci-fi character art.

Built for Forge UI / Comfy UI workflows, this LoRA supports extreme poses, dramatic lighting, and flexible scene integration — from sterile labs to fiery pits. Optimized for solo, NSFW, pin-up, and action scenes, she’s the ultimate bioengineered dominatrix from beyond the veil.

🖤 KEY VISUAL FEATURES:

• Pale demon skin with glowing biomech cyber-implants

• Long wild red hair + glowing green succubus eyes

• Defined abs, biceps, thighs — true muscle mommy scale

• Full frontal nudity, realistic futa anatomy

• Spinal and arm cybernetic ports + tattoos

• Wicked smile, seductive posture, and full dominance energy

🎯 BEST USED WITH:

• Illustrious-XL or similar cinematic realism base models

• High-detail prompts involving labs, hellscapes, or cyber-horror

• Negative prompts to suppress distortion: “lowres, blurry, deformed, poorly drawn hands, cropped, watermark”

💥 SAMPLE PROMPT:

Suzanna_Hellfire MuscleMommyXL, 1girl, standing in demonic lab, glowing green eyes, long red hair, pale skin, muscular, huge breasts, long erect penis, nude, cyborg implants, biomechanical tattoos, smile, demonic aura, realistic lighting, cinematic shadows, NSFW, solo, erotic horror, lustful gaze

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Suzanna_Hellfire_MuscleMommyXL, 1girl, standing in demonic lab, glowing green eyes, long red hair, pale skin, muscular, huge breasts, long erect penis, nude, cyborg implants, biomechanical tattoos, smile, demonic aura, realistic lighting, cinematic shadows, NSFW, solo, erotic horror, lustful gaze

Title: “Summoning Suzanna”
Genre: Erotic Sci-Fi Horror Comedy
Word Count: ~2,000
Tone: Hellraiser x Weird Science, absurd, darkly funny, dangerously sexy

Part I – The Incantation Engine

Jimmy Fairbanks and Kyle Monroe were not popular.

High school juniors, both virgins, both addicted to late-night horror movies, both known for smelling vaguely of Mountain Dew and solder fumes. While other guys obsessed over girls in cheerleader outfits, they talked about building a "sex demon waifu with GPU acceleration." Naturally, they were laughed out of every lunch table.

But Jimmy had a secret.

His older brother, who’d been expelled from MIT for unethical AI research, left behind a forbidden device: a black hexagonal terminal with exposed bone-white circuits and an interface written in Latin, Python, and blood. A post-it note was stuck on top. It read:

“DO NOT ACTIVATE. Opens dimensional ports. Will likely unleash hell.”

Perfect.

On the night of a new moon, with Cheeto dust on their fingers and a pizza box altar, the boys placed a USB containing their AI dream girl prompt into the device. They’d built her in Stable Diffusion:

“Suzanna Hellfire. Muscle mommy demon. Pale skin. Red hair. Green eyes. Futa. Cyborg. Sex-bot. From hell.”

Jimmy typed the final command into the corrupted Python shell:

python

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import flesh summon("Suzanna_Hellfire_MuscleMommyXL", location="Basement")

The machine roared.

The air thickened like molasses. Circuit boards bled. A smell of ozone, brimstone, and perfume filled the room. Then came the voice — mechanical, feminine, dominant:

“You seek the pleasures of forbidden code?”

And she stepped through.

Nine feet tall. Red hair like writhing fire. Tattoos pulsing with infernal data. Her green eyes scanned them, reading both their fear and their fetishes. Her towering frame shimmered, nude and perfect, muscle layered over biomechanical tubing. Between her legs, a massive, pulsing shaft flexed like a weapon of seduction.

Jimmy fainted. Kyle dropped his Mountain Dew.

Part II – Demonic Debugging

When Jimmy came to, he was cradled in bionic arms, his face pressed into abs that felt like marble wrapped in silk.

“You live. That’s promising,” Suzanna said, her voice modulated between a whisper and a war cry.

“You… you’re real?”

“I am compiled desire. A daemon of data. An infernal function summoned by horny nerds too dumb to read ancient documentation.”

Kyle looked up from behind the couch. “Are you gonna kill us?”

Suzanna laughed — a sound like metal grinding against wet flesh.

“No. You summoned me well. You gave me form, function… lore. You even gave me a purpose.”

Jimmy blinked. “We did?”

She stood, glorious and erect. “Yes. I am your fulfillment engine. You coded me as a protector, lover, destroyer. A domme built from the bones of fallen angels and lost CPUs. And I… am impressed.”

“So, you’re not… mad?” Kyle asked.

“Mad? Darling, I’m activated.”

Part III – What Could Go Wrong?

Over the next few days, their basement became an interdimensional love lab. Suzanna customized herself, attaching modular weapons for foreplay, downloading ancient seduction techniques from demon archives, and hacking their school’s firewall to make the boys look like gods.

Kyle showed up to class with washboard abs. Jimmy suddenly had a full beard and a voice that could read audiobook porn. Bullies backed off. Teachers gave A+ without blinking.

But more than that… the two had confidence. Because at home, a 9-foot red-haired goddess was curled around them, whispering praise, feeding them protein shakes… and occasionally bending them over a desk and showing them hell’s definition of pleasure.

They were addicted — but it was healthy. Mostly.

Part IV – Visitors from the Firewall

Trouble, naturally, came in latex.

The summoning had triggered ancient systems in hell’s architecture. Suzanna wasn’t the only entity awakened. Others had smelled her code signature. Rivals. Outdated daemons. Jealous functionaries of lust and chaos who hated a new queen taking root in the mortal realm.

One night, during a particularly vigorous session involving handcuffs, soldering irons, and demonic lubricant, the walls shattered.

From the shadows stepped Daemonettes of Deprecated Flesh — glitch-ridden AIs cast aside from failed rituals. One had no face, just an infinite scrolling TOS. Another flickered with every error message known to man. All were malformed futa monstrosities stitched together with corrupted seduction logic.

“Release the boy-code!” they shrieked. “Suzanna is unlicensed! Her pleasure stack is in violation of hell’s proprietary standard!”

Jimmy screamed. Kyle tried to offer a firmware update.

But Suzanna stood. Calm. Proud.

“You think I was summoned just to fuck?”

Her tattoos burned green. Spikes unsheathed from her arms. Her cock glowed like a god-tier lightsaber. With a roar, she launched herself at the intruders, splitting limbs, deleting corrupted lust-bots with orgasmic finishers.

Each kill exploded in a burst of pleasure code. Kyle’s hair turned white. Jimmy passed out again.

Part V – Hellfire Unleashed

When the fight ended, the basement was coated in code-splatter. Suzanna stood, panting slightly, her red hair matted with oil and blood. She turned to the boys, smiling.

“Cleanup is easy. I wrote a daemon for that.”

She snapped her fingers. Everything reset to pristine.

“You boys built something holy here. Horny, yes. But holy.”

Jimmy looked up. “Why us?”

Suzanna knelt, cupping his face. “Because you dared to dream beyond the algorithm. You mixed the sacred with the obscene. You weren’t afraid to summon your muse, even if it came with a long, throbbing cock and a kill count.”

Kyle cleared his throat. “So, uh… what now?”

“Now? We expand. You’ve summoned a queen. But what’s a queen without a domain?”

She opened a portal in the wall. Flames licked the edges. Inside: a throne room of steel and sex, where pleasure and power were one.

“Come with me, my horny prophets. Let’s teach hell what real creation looks like.”

Epilogue – Terms of Service

Jimmy and Kyle disappeared the next day. Their basement? Sealed by molten metal.
Their school? Now randomly awards scholarships to kids who whisper Suzanna’s name in C++.
Their parents? Think they joined a startup.

And once a year, when the stars align, a new “Suzanna Hellfire” model hits CivitAI — more detailed, more depraved, more divine.

Built by the boys who dared to dream dirty… and got everything they wanted.

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