Chronomancer Dungeon Trap/Mirror (Patreon)

"Foolish heroes!" called the greatest magician of her time, and every time as she was a magician of time itself, whose name had been lost to time and went only by her title, Cronica, raising her staff, tipped with a clock because of course it was, and waving it around, magic waving off of it as she did so, before she pointed it at the very foolish heroes that had invaded her dungeon. "I don't know how you avoided my traps and tracked me down to my inner sanctum," she said, gesturing widely around her, at her extremely cool magical lab, decorated with blackboards, shelves stocked with books, desks, and of course, clocks, because she had a theme going and she wanted to keep it.

She totally was not starved for attention after spending decades alone in her dungeon studying the intricacies of time magic, shut up! Not lonely at all! Not whatsoever! So what if she didn't have friends and she was still a virgin at three hundred years old! She didn't have time for friends or dating she was a witch who put magic first and foremost!

She moved fluidly, her long dress robes, in a deep dark blue, the color of the midnight sky in a moonless night, illuminated by countless magically animated stars that moved around bouncing from the hem of her robes and disappearing close to her neck, keeping the heroes' attention as she did a flourish and stepped in front of them, her weapon at the ready. 

"But it matters little! For I've spent innumerable millenia preparing for this moment, I will show you, the first to reach this place, that I am no mere apprentice to be trifled with! I am Cronica, greatest and only Chronomancer this world has ever seen, and I-"

Then one of the heroes, a tall, dark skinned, wonderfully well muscled woman in a loincloth and leather bra, carrying a sword bigger than she was on her back and wearing a really fantastic set of leather boots and jeweled gloves, stepped forward.

"-I see you will be first to taste my great magical might, foolish fool, you must not know who I am, I am-"

The heroine raised an eyebrow, fished for something, a clear sphere tied by a simple brown cord to the belt her loincloth hung from, and then tossed it forward.

Cronica's eyes followed it as it came down in front of her. It seemed to be just some sort of marble, a clear sphere with nothing in it, and she couldn't tell what it was until the sphere, like the glass it resembled, crashed into tiny fragments that soon disappeared into thin air, and the energy within was unleashed, freezing the immediate area around it. 

Of course, Cronica being the creator of the very spell just cast upon her, had counter measures. She wasn't completely frozen in time, as a foolish adventurer would be if they ran into her trap... but she had, in her arrogance, clearly not actually made it so she would be able to easily get out of her trap. Instead, she just made it so she was perfectly conscious and aware, despite her body being otherwise frozen in time.

"Holy shit I can't believe that just worked. You'd think she'd have a countermeasure for her own trap!" the warrior who just threw the sphere said. "Alright, I owe you five pieces, Dani."

"That makes twenty for just this dungeon run, Tori," someone behind her said. A tall, fair skinned, blonde woman, with long, pointy ears, wearing a green leotard that did nothing to hide her spectacularly humongous breasts.

Cronica recognized the species, a subspecies of elf, known as the Erofu, a monogendered species known for being outrageously beautiful, which Cronica had to admit was the truth, and also for having large breasts, and... 

Cronica's eyes couldn't move, but in her foolishness, she had made it so she could see everything that was happening in the Inner Sanctum at all times, which means she could not stop looking at the incredibly sizable bulge at the crotch of the leotard. 

"Well you can use them to pay back for the bauble you used to make that trap," said another person, stepping forward.

Behind the Erofu was a dark skinned and short woman, with short pink hair in twin tails, who had even more muscles than the lead warrior woman, especially around her bottom and thighs area. She was an Eroder Dwarf, the original species of dwarf, which was only a little bit shorter than the average human, and didn't suffer from the aversion to open skies that their lesser brethren had, allowing them to live on the surface. Also, thee woman was wearing leather pants, and a leather apron, revealing the other trait of their race... Big tits, and an even bigger dick than an Erofu, which was bulging down her pants, clearly at half mast already. 

"Come on, Monet, it was totally worth it!" the Erofu, Dani, replied.

"Hey, it's not just me, right guys? This... Chronomancer's kinda hot isn't she?" the final member of the party said, as a woman dressed in a nun's habit, a priestess, said, looking Cronica up and down. "Her robes are kinda bulky and getting in the way..."

Her nun's habit had a slit that went above her hips, on both sides, revealing her legs almost entirely, she carried a mace in her left hand, and of course, the habit was so insanely tight that it might as well be painted on her bodacious chest, not to mention she was so well hung down there that she was already poking out of her lacey white panties, as she walked forward, her cock, thick, veiny and burly, leaked precum from its tip.

The lead woman, Tori, rolled her eyes. "Sheesh Maude, you're worse than a fiend," she said.

"Ahhn, sorry Tori," the nun, named Maude, said, her pupils turning into glowing pink hearts as something came from behind her, a long, thin tail, tipped in a spade tip, and just above that, a tiny pair of bat-like wings popped out from her backless nun's habit. "Sorry, sorry, I got too excited, my bits are poking out~!"

She was a fucking succubus, of course. A lewd demon, playing the part of a nun... probably just a fetish thing for her.

The quartet of heroines chuckled.

"I guess it's a good thing Miss Chronomancer's right here, isn't it girls?" the clear leader of the group, the warrior who had captured Cronica, stated, stepping forward. "What do you guys say we, ah... get our pound of flesh from her for all the trouble we went getting here, before we turn her over to the authorities?"

The other four all agreed. The Eroder Dwarf Monet pulled some sort of zipper and fished her cock out of her pants, nearly the size of one of Cronica's arms, the Erofu Dani moved her leotard aside, exposing her own brutally oversized flesh rod, throbbing in excitement, the Nun was already fully out of her sheath but she was leaking even more fluids, and Cronica could guess at her heartrate just by watching the veins on her cock pulse, and finally...

The human warrior Tori pulled her loincloth up, and revealed she was wearing a chastity cage, a very big chastity cage, which she touched with her finger, causing the iron plates that made it up to  come apart, and her cock to first flop out, falling down to nearly her knees, before it quickly began to stiffen, raising until it became almost banana-shaped, the biggest, thickest, longest, most abjectly ridiculous phallus Cronica had ever seen, and she had seen actual monsters going at it while building her dungeon. This would put minotaurs and centaurs to shame.

Had she been able to speak, Cronica would've begged for mercy.

But she wasn't. What she was, was stripped of her fancy, and extremely expensive, robes, revealing her blue thighhighs, contrasting nicely with her peachy skin, the matching garterbelt they were strapped to, the also matching lace and fine silk panties, and the pushup bra that made her modest chest look bigger than it really was.

The nun was positively drooling as the lead of the group took out another clear glass marble and, while holding it, moved the frozen in time Cronica and bent her over. With the spell still going, she actually could stay like that perfectly without anybody needing to hold her up, bent at a nearly ninety degree angle, her ass pushed out, her ample buttcheeks perfectly framed by her panties. She was divested of her bra by the skilled Erofu, who took the glass marble from the human, and then before she knew it, the panties were pulled down to her ankles once the marble was passed to the succubus nun. She was open... and none of the heroes wasted any time.

They converged on her, and manipulated her position some more, constantly casting spells using Cronica's own magic, captured in multiple glass marbles. The Eroder Dwarf laid on her back, throwing away her leather apron to reveal she wore nothing underneat it, her six pack abs almost glistening in the torchlight of the inner sanctum thanks to the thin layer of sweat they were covered in, and then Cronica was moved to straddle her, being held in place as the dwarf lined up, and then thrust her hips upwards, burying about half of her extraordinarily huge rod in Cronica's tight pussy.

"Shiiiit, I've fucked actual virgins less tight than this!!" the dwarf hissed out, "oh fuck this is amazing!!"

"Ahhhn, I can't stay here!! I need some of that stat!!" the succubus nun cried, getting behind Cronica, and lining herself up with the Chronomancer's tightly puckered butthole. "Virgins are the best!" she called as she put her hands on Cronica, and then spearing into her butthole, the spells working perfectly to keep her firmly frozen in place, yet her body only posed its natural level of resistance to the cock that furiously impaled itself on her asshole and spread her open, almost feeling like it was going right past her anus and directly poking the back of her throat, it was so big and stuffed her so much!

The two began to move, and Cronica felt all of it, felt as they gouged her out, as they reshaped her insides, which despite the rest of her body being paused, still moved and reacted, still sent every signal of pleasure to her brain, she hated how she had made it so she could keep her wits about her when she was caught in her own traps, she'd thought that her brilliant mind would be all she'd need to escape her traps, but she couldn't cast her magic without vocalizing it!

Cronica's body was tilted by the Erofu, her back was arched so her chest stuck out. They weren't as big as the chests of the women around her, she wasn't even small, they were all just so big and huge and commanding and powerful, with big, throbbing cocks, strong muscles, and big, huge tits, they were all so-

Cronica's thoughts were cut short as she felt the Erofu playing with her tits. "They're so nice, not as big as ours, but a nice handful, fills my palm, fills my heart," the blonde cooed, before bringing her cock to bear, pulling Cronica's tits apart, and then pressing her cock against Cronica's chest, more than filling up the space she had just opened up, and then she pressed Cronica's tits together - and they remained in place, her magic making sure of that. "Perfect... this is the perfect tit pussy!" the blonde mewled. "Ohh, I can't believe we can do this!! I'm so glad we listened to the plan!" she said, as she began to move, up and down, a hand on each of Cronica's shoulders to hold onto, joining the other two and matching their rhythm.

It felt like the three cocks were actually coming into harmony as the trio began to match their movements, their hip thrusts, moans and groans and declarations of how amazing her body was abounded, and Cronica was torn between the immense pleasure she was feeling, the immense shame she was feeling at being caught in her own trap, and actually a little bit of pride at her body being described with such earnest praise.

The final member of the group came forth.

The biggest and greatest, their leader, in theory the most mundane, but without a shadow of a doubt, their commander and leader... and as Cronica's face was turned slightly and the tanned warrior stood next to the pale Erofu, Cronica imagined that they had come to the agreement for a very simple reason.

The big, throwing obelisk of meat right in front of her. Suddenly, Cronica felt very small, despite how great she was.

The warrior used her fingers to open up Cronica's mouth, her thumb running along the blue painted lips on her made up face, not smudget at all thanks to her spells. While doing so, the Warrior was licking her own lips, her short, slightly wild hair almost like a dark halo as Cronica was made to look up at her, forgetting she had a third person, omniscient perspective of the inner sanctum from the sheer sensation of being looked down upon by the Warrior.

Despite everything else, the Warrior's face was... incredibly pretty.

Not that Cronica could focus on that for long as the warrior brought her immense cock to bear, and then pushed it past the Chronomancer's lips, spreading them more, and instantly making her jaw ache and hurt, running along Cronica's tongue and down her throat, her muscles reacting but only briefly, spasming, shaking and tightening up as if trying to prevent the invader from going further, but just that, no, even worse, it seemed like her throat muscles were being molded along the excessively girthy shaft that was even making her neck bulge.

It was stiff and hard but just flexible enough that the warrior could stick it in her throat only bending slightly. 

The four were coordinating their assault, and it was clear that they were all holding back as they fucked her in earnest, every one of them reaching their limit little by little, yet none of them dared to cum until their leader Tori called for it, with a roaring cry of "CUM NOW!", the quartet all unleashed their babymaking juice into her.

Cronica was filled up in an instant, and overfilled in the next, and then she was stretched beyond her limits after that, not that it stopped them, as their hips continued to thrust, accompanying the spurts of cum flowing down her throat into her stomach, up her ass into her intestines, up her pussy into her womb, and staining her all over her chest, chin, jaw, face and thighs, as the Erofu chose to cum all over her body instead.

"Alright girls, switch!"

The Eroder Dwarf Monet got up and swapped places with the Warrior, the Erofu Dani went around and got on her back, spearing a third of her shaft into Cronica's pussy, the Warrior Tori took her ass, and the succubus nun Maude put her cock, still leaking juices even minutes after cumming, between Cronica's breasts...

And they fucked her, trading places, over and over again, each taking a whole lot of tries on every part of her body, then they began to move her around, again and again, for what felt like an eternity, but in truth, was simply hours...

Until finally, it was at an end, and the spell wore off.

Cronica had been carried to her own room, and now she was in her big, fluffy and soft bed, freshly bathed and being cuddled by four women bigger than her, in several ways.

"So, uhm..." Cronica muttered. 

There was a comfortable silence for a few moments... for everyone but Cronica, who was surrounded by the women who had just fucked her so hard and so good that she didn't even resent them for it, despite how it started.

Also they were all naked. And very sexy.

"Yeah?" Tori asked.

There was another silence that stretched on.

"I've noticed you guys, uhm, you're all physical fighters," Cronica said, her hands coming together as she began twiddling her thumbs. "And, the great, magnanimous and-"

"Do you want to join our party?" Tori asked point blank. 

And that was how the totally not lonely at all Chronomancer finally came out of her shell and finally learned the value of friendship and love. Years later, she would utilize her phenomenal time powers to send a chest with some valuables, back in time, to be discovered by a far more youthful but no less perverted version of her lovers, and as the quartet of women who would become known as the heroines who conquered the Labyrinth of Time Chronopolis opened a chest, they found a series of clear glass marbles, enchanted to high hell, as if they were made specifically for use in said dungeon...