Chronomancer Erotrap Dungeon

The sudden change, after taking a single step into the teleporter tile in a cave, shocked everyone but the guide. All of a sudden, a seemingly natural set of caves had become a polished, white marble palace around them.

"Keep your wits about you, Adventurer," the guide said, his gruff voice almost shocking his customer back to his senses.

Up to five people could enter Chronostasia at a time. The fortress of an ancient wizard who had mastered the manipulation of time to such a degree that he had attained powers beyond the understanding and comprehension of any other person. Though the man himself was long since gone, transcended beyond, his creations remained.

Treasures, artifacts, relics from across time, both future and past... they attracted many an adventurer, and it was no different for this party. Four of the greateast in the lands. 

Nicholas Spellstorm, a mage known for his mastery of lightning, leader of the greatest troupe of delvers, had almost felt the world slip away from his hands at the sheer insanity of the space before him, his expanded senses telling him how truly small he was before the true enormity of Chronostasia.

Breathing heavily, he brought a hand to his chest, feeling for his heart. If he didn't know any better, he'd think himself enchanted to move faster, from how rapidly it was breathing. "It's... heavy."

"Aye. Takes months of acclimation to truly be able to go in and out without experiencing that every time," the guide stated.

"Sheesh... it don't really sink in until y'step in here," the party's vanguard, Diana Drakeflame, half dragon warrior, spoke, her fat tail swinging behind her, showing how uncomfortable she was, the metal plates that barely covered her body clanging a bit as she took point, heaving a massive sword as broad as a man's back like a toothpick and resting it on her shoulder.

"Yes indeed..." behind her was their support specialist, Edward the Holy Man, his white robes marking him as a sage, the highest among the clerical career path. "I can already feel my body protesting."

Nicholas swung his staff wielding arm, and made sure his body was limber and the vertigo passed. "How about you, Bird?"

The ranger of the team was a harpy, one of a species commonly thought of to be female only, but escaping the grip of his matriarchal society had made this one especially strong. "Not much different for me, I-I must have, e-enough monster blood in me..." he said, wings fluttering slightly. His harpy mother had endowed him with a magnificent pair of wings, and his human father with the brain to put them to use.

"This is as far as I go," the guide said. "From here, there is no easy return. One year in, one day out," he said, waving his hand. "You won't be coming out of here until the portal reopens, and if you're not out, only then will you have someone sent in to get you out. Good luck, and happy hunting," he said, nodding.

"Thank you," Nicholas said, "safe travels."

The guide waved, and the party saw him depart the same way they came, the glowing tile cracking up and then exploding into shards that dissipated. The portal was sealed, for a full day outside. Such was the entrance of Chronostasia.

"Alright everyone... there's no point in staying here to gawk," Nicholas said. "This is it. The most valuable dungeon in the world. This is what we've been training and building up for, we'll find riches and fame here!" he called, raising his staff, "let's go, Thunderbolts, to conquer the World Beyond Time!"

"Yeahh!" the other three shouted in turn, as the full party headed into the dungeon, ready to slaughter and delve their way to fame and fortune!

And they did, for days even, more than able to keep themselves going, and going dozens of floors deep into the seemingly neverending, sprawling labyrinth that was the fortress of Chronostasia.

That is... until they made a critical, fatal mistake.

They had been taught what to expect. Traps. Monsters of all sorts. From the very heavenly host itself, enslaved to work for a madman, to the demons of hell, gladly inhabiting a world beyond the gods. From the greatest and most powerful of dragons in the world, to the lowliest, weakest slime. Chronostasia had it all, from every point in time.

Diana would be fighting off an ogre knight, wielding a divine mace made with the bones of angels and wearing a robe created of angel feather armored with dragonbone and scale plates, while at the same time, Bird and Nicholas would be trying to keep airborne men with firespewing backpacks and tubes that shot ridiculously hot metal pellets at them at incredible speeds from filling her full of holes, and at the same time, Edward would have to counter poisonous gases that were of purely mundane origin, that melted the skin off living beings with minimal exposure!

And all of this, they managed. All of this, only made them stronger, more versatile, better.

But there was one thing the had not expected. The strongest in the world went beyond what anyone else had, found themselves reaching deeper, further, than any other ever could... beyond the mapped out confines of the dungeon, and into the greater beyond, where traps they did not expect where laid out for them.

And in particular...

Something as silly as a pressure plate that activated when enough weight was put on it. A spell, an old one, came up.

And then they froze. Not physically, but in time. Entirely too comfortable and with their guard dropped thanks to the small, weak monsters they'd encountered, they had not expected this.

And so now they were frozen in time. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to even counter the spell...

Unable to do anything as the floor's denizens, once terrified of the extremely strong and powerful adventurers, began to repopulate, approaching them once more.

The first to approach was a strange combination of a slime and devilfish monster. A landbound devilfish with even greater flexibility and quick growth abilities. Weak, but difficult to kill, and delicious when roasted over a fire. The creature had a big, bulbous head with strangely adorable eyes that seemed more like huge black dots on its 'face', and an ever changing number of tentacles that it moved about and attacked with.

It gurgled, and with its tentacles, began to poke at the party, the slim tips of the tentacles tickling the mostly exposed skin of the adventurers. Their equipment, unlike their bodies, had not survived the weeks of hard work, but even though they had replaced their weapons with ever greater and stronger ones as they went, they had not found much in the way of clothing.

Diana wore only an elaborate black thong that seemed to be made of a bunch of strips of cloth, and a chemise that covered her breasts, which alone had greater defensive power than the entirety of her plate armor.

Nicholas wore a series of leather strips and a fancy, wide brimmed and pointy hat with a pink star at its tip, that had improved his magical powers significantly, and straps on his crotch that kept his parts firmly held in place and increased his magical capacity.

Edward, meanwhile, wore the robes of an angel, who had bestowed them upon him upon being freed from her eternal enslavement. Unfortunately, those robes were for a petite woman of an angel, and Edward was a two hundred and ten centimeter tall slab of excessively muscled meat. Stretchy as the robes were around his shoulder, the robes that came down to mid thigh on that angel looked like a belly revealing shirt on him. And they prevented him from wearing anything else, with their magical effect.

At least they came with underwear, even if Edward's massive wang had become extremely distracting.

Bird, for himself, had a white sweater that was wholly open on his back, that tied back behind his neck. The strange merchant who'd sold it to them had called it a 'killer' sweater, and said that the inexperienced would be destroyed by it. They need see no more of its excellence than to see bolts of fire bounce off of it to justify its purchase.

Unfortunately for the harpy lad, it, too, prevented wearing anything else alongside it, and did not come with underwear.

And the Devilfish monster was clearly curious about these all new decorative features, so interesting were they... Its tentacles poked bits of exposed skin, the slimy, wet and weird texture of them the only thing that the trapped adventurers could feel.

Trapped though they were, it seemed like it was a selective hell of sensation. They could not move themselves, could not even feel the air flowing around them, but they could feel the wetness that the trailing tentacles left on them as the devilfish explored their bodies.

It was an intelligent creature. By bestiary readings, it had intelligence on par or greater than the average human... they might not be able to speak, but it was clearly able to reason. It could tell that they had fallen into a trap, and it was testing the extent to which they were paralyzed.

Nicholas felt the slime of the tentacles all over his body, his skin crawling with the sensation of cold blue liquid dripping all over him. He cursed the fact that the best items they had found were all of such... design, his body may be impervious to attacks, but it was clearly unprotected from such things!

Even worse was that he could tell that the Devilfish had clearly decided they were defenseless enough for it to move on to the next step...

The eight tentacles that the creature normally sported soon became sixteen, and then more, and more, splitting by halves yet retaining their thickness... the power of these things was no joke, as it increased its mass rapidly. Two tentacles grabbed onto each of Nick's legs, and three went for each arm. Some sported suckers, which grabbed onto his limbs strongly, feeling almost like soft lips, giving him quick kisses all over, and some seemed to have teeth, but they were gentle, love bites at most.

He had been frozen looking at his team members, and he could see the same thing happening to them. The muscular half dragon had tentacles wrapping all over her tail, slithering, slime dripping as the tentacles worked it all over, a peek of shiny, clean scales here and there. 

Tentacles went under her chemise, trailing over her washboard abs, wrapped around her generous chest under her gloves, even went into the strappy thong and followed the curve of her crotch, bulging her panties out. She had been paralyzed while walking, and was in just the right pose to observe her magnificent asscheeks as the tentacles did the same to them that they were doing to Nick's limbs. Diana's butt sported tons of hickeys, as, no doubt, did her chest and crotch.

Nick wished he could at least voice his frustration with the situation as the tip of a tentacle began playing with his cock within his underpants, or the straps that passed for such, and soon worked it out of its containment. They could not move themselves, but the monsters could move them. How terrifying.

The creature's tentacle began to play with the tip of his cock, much as it was playing with the tip of Diana's tail.

Slimy, dirty sounds caught Nick's attention, and he focused then on the sight of Edward's ridiculously massive meat log, broken out of containment, only the damn near grapefruit sized balls still left within the angel underpants that he'd been forced to wear by necessity. It was damn near the size of a grown man's arm.

And it was obvious the Devilfish was quite enjoying this fact.

"Oh me oh my, what have we got here?"

Panic surged through Nick. A feminine, seductive voice, loaded with thick and rich energy... a Succubus, no doubt, as the shadows coalesced into the form of a disturbingly beautiful woman.

"I see, so you found us a meal, did you Mimsy?" the succubus said, leaning over and kissing the top of the devilfish's head. "You're such a good lad," she said, then turning to the holy man. "Holy fucking dicks, now I know why there's so many angels, if this is the kind of cleric they prefer!" she said. "Dayum, son, I've literally been with dragons less gifted than you!"

Nick could almost feel the increasingly greater rage that burned within Edward. His holy crusade was against all demons, and Succubi in particular... It was not the first time his massive woman breaker got him into trouble with the opposite sex, and in particular, with sex demons.

The devilfish gurgled, and then its tentacles departed Diana, Edward and Nick, and instead, all of them focused at once on Bird, the Harpy man, and the only one of the group to not have visible muscles. Slim and trim, Bird's body was optimized for flight and dexterity. This gave him a very feminine appearance, and the party commonly joked that with his cute boyish face, his long blond hair and golden feathers, he was the sort of princess that knights would swear fealty to.

Bird's body was soon wrapped in tentacles, and the harpy boy was soon hidden under the Devilfish's mass. Nick saw the sweater being raised, revealing both that Bird was Edward's opposite in build in more ways than just the immediately visible, with his tiny, dangling cock that was barely big enough to be mentioned... and a plump, nicely fat butt, the only part of his body that wasn't sleek, the wide hips of the harpy race showing through even though his human side was most dominant.

A fat tentacle, with a very familiar tip, split Bird's buttcheeks, and immediately went in, while a second tentacle opened up its tip, a dripping cavern of wetness opening up that swallowed Bird's dick and balls, while yet more tentacles teased and played with his nipples, his back, his legs, and finally, a very phallic tentacle going past his lips, and down his throat, the tentacled monster clearly having decided who it was going to focus on.

Meanwhile, the succubus had discarded the wreath of shadows it was covered in, and revealed the excessively womanly body beneath, voluptuous tits almost spilling out of a tiny black microbra, thong eaten by her puffy, slightly redish and dripping labia, a shoulder cape with a high collar, long pink hair trailing behind her back, and curvy, ram-like horns.

She ripped her thong off her body, and floated up so she could line up her vagina with Edward's cock. "Aw, fuck me," she moaned, rubbing its tip against her pussy lips. "This is a God Tier cock for sure, and I'm about to claim it for Hell!" she giggled. "Are you ready to be shown paradise by a demon pussy?" she asked, looking up at Edward, whose eyes glared fire down upon her. "Aww, don't be like that, big boy!"

She hummed, grabbed his shoulders, crossed her legs behind her back, and then slammed herself all the way down, shrieking in ecstasy as her pussy gushed with fluids, orgasming all over the holy man's cock. "Oh fuck! Too much!" she cried. "Aww, a mortal man made me cum just by putting it in!" she moaned, eyes rolling back, and then beginning to bounce her generous, fat hips and ass on his cock, the perfect shape of her body providing only minimal jiggling, 

Several smaller monsters approached next, as the two first monsters took their role, surrounding Diana.

"Ei Ferry, 'tis a dragon!" 

"Oi oi, Bote, 'tis a dragon indeed!"

A group of imps surrounded Diana. Bald and big headed, with pointy ears, bulbous eyes and bronze skin. They were naked, dicks that were extremely oversized for their knee high height... and they soon began to climb all over the still slick and slimy body of the half dragon warrior, showing remarkable agility and coordination as they helped each other.

One of them wrapped around her face, and stuck his cock, the size of an adult human's, right into her mouth, howling in laughter and pleasure as he began fucking the helpless dragoness' mouth and throat. One clung to the soft underside of her tail, shoving his cock right up her asshole, hidden just under it, hips rapidly bouncing.

A third went for the front, clinging to her stomach and laying his legs on her hips as he began fucking her pussy from the front, furiously. One clung to each of her breasts, mauling and sucking and biting on them. Soon enough the muscular dragoness was starting to get covered not just in slime, but also the semen of the careless, filthy imps, creatures she could, and had in fact, slain by the dozen before.

And finally...

The last monster came, as the white marble of the floor split underneath the party, and a massive plant appeared from underneath them, vine tentacles wrapping around Nick and spreading his limbs as first a flower bulb, with red petals, appeared, and then opened, revelaing within a green skinned woman of unbelievable beauty, with a voluptuous body of her own, leafy hair, and a killer smile.

A man eating Alraune appeared before Nick. "Ahhh, I do have a taste for, hmm, quality man...a!" she said, giggling, as her vines began to tease at Nick's butthole, until one slipped its way in, slick and sticky with sap. "Ohh dear... what a tight bumhole!" she moaned, clearly delighted. "I think you and I are going to become close, waay closer..."

She moved, leaning forward, the entire plant that she had spawned from spreading further and further, covering the entire floor and spreading into the walls as well, none of the other monsters caring overly much.

The alraune moved Nick over to her, as well, using her vines, and maneuvered him so he was in position, using her hands to drive him the rest of the way in, so that he penetrated her slick vagina, golden, sticky sap spreading from the point of their union as she hissed.

"Aaahhhh... definitely... closer..!"

She pressed his body against hers, and aiding herself of the vines grabbing onto his legs and the one in his butthole, began to use him almost as a dildo, to fuck herself.

The sounds of sex, shouts of pleasure, and the naughty and wet cacophony that the orgy created, was the orchestra that played as the Thunderbolts met their first total party defeat, and it was only three weeks into their trip into the dungeon...

Nearly a year later, as the next batch of adventurers followed the path cleared by the Thunderbolts, they'd come to the lower floors, after having seen a mostly depopulated first stratum, only to be met not with the weak monsters that had once inhabited it, but instead, the extremely powerful progeny of the adventurers that had long since come to call Chronostasia their home.

They never stood a chance.