[F4A] Witch's Staff Broken At The Bottom of a Dungeon

Floor 40

"Well, that's just my luck isn't it?" I stand in stunned disbelief, staff I'd wielded for more than 50 years shattering in my hands just moments prior after completing a spell I'd cast more than a hundred times.

"Oh, you're in trouble dear." The small voice of my tiny fluttering fae companion offers no solutions.

"Have fun, witch!" A cackling laugh sounds from inside the closing sealing spell, the demon lording over these crumbling halls now cast back to the hells sneering in satisfaction that at least the one who defeated him is bound to have an interesting time getting out again.

"What now Becca?" The winged girl asks. "You used the last scroll of return in the last dungeon..." She reminds me.

"Well, I suppose we walk, Eri." I let out a sigh, feeling naked with two empty hands, especially when recalling all of the denizens of the dungeon I had fended off on my way down here.

I had hardly counted on walking, effortlessly hovering most of the way-- I can hear my old master in my pointed ears chiding me for taking magic for granted.

I've a black button-down cloth bodice, perking up my considerable D-cups, and a long, high-waisted and ruffled black skirt, and a pair of leather ankle high lace-up boots. And yes, a black hat as well, bright green eyes shining out from beneath its brim, my raven locks flowing down to the small of my back. Underneath I've a simple pair of black panties and allow my bodice to do the work hoisting my bust. At a mere five feet tall I assure you I'm plenty dangerous a witch-- witch a staff, anyway.

"Is it too late to think sealing him sent the others packing?" I ask idly.

Floor 39

The troll lopes after us, broken into a run already as my attempt at stealth utterly failed.

"Remind me again why you didn't kill it, Mistress?" Eri wails, her magics allowing her a decidedly easier time keep a proper distance in front of the giant.

"I was tired!" I cry out, glancing over my shoulder to see the thing's engorged cock swinging side to side out from behind its tattered loincloth.

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Floor 36

"Ohh~ Oh Fuck!" I yelp, eyes hazing over as a charm spell contends with my natural resistances to such things, scrambling my senses.

My up-turned dress is tucked under my chin, an improvement from when it was covering my face. The she-cambion unfurls her wings in a show of dominance, powerful arms pinning both of mine to the ground by my wrists, ribbed infernal red cock driving down into my pale pink folds.

"Little elf slut... Thought she'd send my master away without a goodbye... Well, here's a parting gift!" She taunts in her own tongue, planting a wet kiss against my cheek before letting out a hearty laugh. My legs flail in the air helplessly, panties dangling from my ankle.

Eri hovers contentedly far above, staying safely in the shadows as her Mistress gets taken.

...

Floor 33

"Mmn... Nnn... Ghff..." I mewl softly onto the stout girthy cock I'm sucking, it hanging over the rim of the bubbly steaming bath I'm sat in, clothes folded over a nearby trunk.

A handful of other dwarves explorers gather around a makeshift table, drinking and exchanging stories while Badron draws up the map he promised me-- and gets a thank you.

"Mnn! Hmm.. Mhh~" I yelp in surprise, feeling his cock-head pulse and spurt thick ropes of cum into my inviting mouth, looking up at the burly, hairy muscle-bound man to see his eyes roll back and pen wander off through half the page aimlessly.

"You enjoyed that too much..." Eri scolds, lazily paddling around on her back.

Floor 32

The map turned out to be a bust, the walls of this place shifting around on each level-- or maybe that's a new development.

Also, one of the dwarves swiped my panties.

"I told you, you enjoyed that too much." Eri chides again, hovering close at hand.

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And so on!

Becca has found herself in a bit of trouble, having to walk back through the cavernous dungeon without any of her abilities at her disposal. Surely she'll have a good time! While there will surely be fairly non-con-abound, I do intend for this to remain fairly light-hearted. Becca, provided she gets out and finds a new staff, can very surely take care of herself.

Ideally looking for some form of GM, though a one-off encounter wouldn't be too terribly off the mark either if you might be interested in playing the inhabitants of just one floor.

I don't have too terribly much to add at this point, but if you have any further questions do let me know! I'm game for most races and creatures, as well as genders, though bugs are a no-go as are those of the centaur variety.

Note: These floors are more meant to act as suggestions for the kinds of shenanigans that can occur rather than a strict roadmap. Becca could bump into intelligent bipedal creatures, utter beasts, or other adventurers exploring! I also don't think we need stick to some kind of rule about the more "high level" individuals being on lower floors for variety's sake.

My kinks: being submissive, rough sex, clothed sex, hair pulling, (vaginal/anal/oral) creampies, long sloppy blowjobs, cunnilingus, ball worship, breast worship, rimming, strap-ons, age gaps, size difference, hairy partners, breeding talk, dub-con, non-con, foot play, toe sucking, anal training (Becca is rather inexperienced down there!), double penetration, gangbangs, outfit control, forced nudity, humiliation, teasing, sweat, fantasy race play (specifically talking down to elves), and more!

Limits: Reddit Chat, toilet play, smegma, saccharine, gore, blood, heavy bondage, trying to fuck the fairy, D.V.P./D.A.P., cervical penetration