CURSED PAINTING - FNHBased on the two chapters of season 3 of JK CLUB EXORCISM TAIMABU, this LORA will allow you to create your own personal living art gallery.I still need to test the weight of the prompts and the compatibility with other LORAs, but I will update the description in the coming weeks.For now, I recommend you look at the prompts for the published images, but I'll add a list of recommended prompts later on.The request for this LORA came from:<a target="_blank" rel="ugc" href="https://civarchive.com/user/fukaradianza940">fukaradianza940</a>You enter that old abandoned house, a rotten, dusty wreck, the air thick with the smell of mildew and decay that wraps around you like a fetid embrace. The floorboards groan beneath your steps, and shadows dance on the cracked walls, where faded paintings seem to pulse with a hidden life. "Shit, what a dump," you mumble to yourself, both excited and curious, as you explore the dark room. Suddenly, a slick rumble, "HUMMMMM...," bursts from the paintings: black, slippery tentacles, covered in pulsating suckers, stretch out like hungry arms, hooking your ankles with a "SCHLIK! SLAP!"You struggle, but the tentacles drag you toward the wall, their cold, sticky touch sending a shiver down your spine, a mix of terror and a perverse craving. "Bastards, let me go!" you yell, your voice trembling, as they push you against the canvas, which opens like a slick portal with a "SQUELCH! GULP!," sucking you inside. Now you're trapped in the living matter of the canvas, which wraps around you like a secondary skin, squeezing your arms and legs in a suffocating vice. "Nnngh... I'm sinking, damn it!" you grunt, the suckers adhering to your skin, sucking and pinching like insatiable mouths.The tentacles emerge from the canvas, one tightening around your neck, making you gasp, "Ahh... too tight!", while another rips off your clothes with a "RIP! TEAR!", exposing your nude body. Then, a thick, pulsing tentacle slides between your legs, rubbing your ass and cock with a rhythmic "SCHLICK! SCHLORP!", flooding you with a viscous liquid that burns deliciously. "Ohhh... it's disgusting, but it's good!" you moan, your body arching against the pressure, with conflicting emotions: fear of the entrapment and a distorted pleasure that pervades you. The canvas pulses around you, massaging you like a living entity, while the tentacles continue to stimulate you, creating a whirlwind of sensations—the smell of sweat and dampness, wet sounds, and your own ragged breath.

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