The Sorceress's Corruption Dream

Ludmara decided to take a nap, her inner storm was intensifying more than she anticipated, and the only other time this happened, she had found getting some sleep helped lessen the intensity she felt. She made sure to secure the door to minimize the chances of someone waltzing in on her; then, in an uncharacteristic move, she removed what clothing she had on and clambered into bed. For a brief moment, she felt a tingle of electricity and excitement as she slipped into a state of sleep, and hopefully rest.

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Ludmara looked around; this was the manor she always envisioned for herself; she had this dream every now and then; it was fun going through and seeing what her experiences had changed in her ideal home. Currently, she was in the dining hall, the high-backed chairs and table capable of seating dozens of guests emblazoned with her personal insignia of a lightning bolt piercing through a dragon; she had spent some time thinking about that insignia; she wanted something different than what her mother had been using. She sauntered down the hallway, admiring how the art along the walls kept shifting every few seconds due to her not yet having an idea of what to actually adorn the space. After passing through the hallway for a bit, she came up on the ornate oaken doors and flung them open; the entryway to the complex was here.

It was a massive open room, with a ceiling that was easily fifty or sixty feet high; the width from wall to wall was maybe around half that; she was still working out the details. Within the space was a towering taxidermied dragon that kept shifting between the dozen or so species of dragon Ludmara was able to get some reasonable images of. Ludmara chuckled to herself; she really did want to lock down what dragon she would have mounted in the entryway. Ludmara threw open the double doors at the front of the building, fully expecting to see the extravagant gated yard she always played around with the look of, to be met with a sight that confused her.

On the other side of the doors was not the extravagant yard Ludmara often dreamed about; what she saw was the inside of the most recent Adventure’s guild she had visited, in particular, the entryway. Ludmara just stared at the whole sight for an extended moment. This sort of thing had never happened in her dreamscape, to her recollection.

Stepping through the threshold between structures, Ludmara felt a tingly shock course all over her body. A moment later, she came to the startling realization she was naked; nudity in dreams wasn’t anything new; people reported the experience all the time, but the last time Ludmara had been naked in a dream, that she could recall, was back when she had been on the cusp of adulthood, and it involved something rather embarrassing.

The shock Felt felt passing through the threshold was surprisingly pleasant; she tried not to think about how it was almost erotically enjoyable. Instead, she decided to focus on how she was actually feeling things in her dream. Ludmara looked around the front of the chamber; it was devoid of anyone else, which was a rare sight for places like this, but she figured it was just something to do with the structure of the dream. Ludmara decided to make her way up to the guild master’s office; she wanted to see what it could be like in this setting.

Halfway up the stairs, Ludmara spotted the sight of a paladin from the local temple getting pounded by Delvin; she shook that off as dream logic, especially since the church likes to preach about abstaining from most types of any sexual encounters, pretty much all the priestess and paladins of the temple swore a vow of abstinence that would be openly stated to last twenty or so years, even though most tended to make it last thirty or forty years, and her sex drive was being a bit more active than usual. She continued up the stairs to the guild master’s office. Upon opening the door, she was greeted with the image of a noticeably bustier version of Felnira Chill than she was used to seeing bent over her desk getting plowed by Delvin.

Ludmara quickly shut the door and made a hasty retreat. She could feel a storm coursing through her body, and feel its intensity grow in relation to how sexually excited/horny she was feeling. Kinky stimulations aside, Ludmara quickly realized her usual methods for waking back up were not going to work here; something was messing with her dreamscape, and she had to find its source before she could figure out how to wake herself up again.

Ludmara breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t witnessed any other kinky stuff on her way down. Instead of exploring the rest of the guild building, which was likely to be filled with similar sights, Ludmara opted to head out of the building. When she threw open the doors, instead of roadway and wilderness beyond, she was treated to the entryway of the neighboring inn, but it looked devoid of anyone at the moment. She once again chalked this up to dream shenanigans and passed through the doors, getting a much more erotically enjoyable tingle as she did so, much to her own surprise.

After Ludmara passed through the doorway, the empty look of the inn vanished, in a way she felt excited about, but also concerned about. Almost all the adventurers that were not the guild master were each bent over a table in the commons getting railed by their own Delvin, even that elf merchant that visited the area frequently. Ludmara was thankful she didn’t see Madre or Marin in these compromising positions. That relief transformed into concern when she heard the sound of erotic joy from Madre on the other side of the doorway leading outside, which was quickly followed by a scream of erotic delight from the centaur woman that included Delvin’s name.

Ludmara quickly rushed to her designated room; her designated rooms were usually safe zones in dreams like this. Of course, she didn’t catch a break. Marin was literally in front of her room as she was pounded by her own Delvin, and her bosom looked considerably more pronounced than Ludmara had seen prior. To make matters worse, Ludmara felt like her body was getting consumed by erotic lightning. She quickly made her way up the stairs; she knew there was a window she could leap out of, and hopefully to a new location; who cared if she was a little damaged in the process? She had likely taken more serious injuries in her missions and the like.

Once she made it to the top of the stairs, Ludmara rushed to the window as soon as she spotted it and leaped through it in a way to protect her more sensitive and vital parts. After dropping to the ground and rolling a bit, Ludmara got up and looked around. She was back in her dream manor, but now everything had erotic and kinky leans and tints to it all. She quickly rushed to the manor’s main hall, hoping she would find something of use there.

Rushing down the hallways that were growing increasingly erotic as she continued her movement, Ludmara finally made it to the ornate doors made of red cedar and brass that indicated the main hall near the center of the manor and threw them open. The hall didn’t seem to have changed much if you disregarded the floor fresco being much kinkier than Ludmara would openly admit, but the figure in the hall was a different story.

“Oh good,” said the figure in a more sensual version of Ludmara’s own voice, with a hint of thundering rumble that was somehow kinkier than it had any right to be. “You made it, you were expected to get here a bit earlier than this, but it looks like you got sidetracked,” the figure gave an erotic lick of her lips to emphasize this. The figure Ludmara was looking at looked like a woman made of storm clouds with a fluffy ass that somehow also looked firm with her cloud-like body, a pair of GG-Cup breasts that somehow made Ludmara feel excited and inadequate at the same time without making her feel bad about herself, and her figure was buxom yet toned. She also had what looked like a pair of demon horns coming out of the side; her horns were made up of lightning bolts that were somehow active and frozen simultaneously; she also had a sensual tail that seemed to be made from lightning, and her cloud-like body intertwined with each other that ended in a lightning bolt shaped tip that was somehow sensual in its structure.

“I don’t think I like where this is going,” said Ludmara with a very scared concerned voice.

“Oh, you will be thankful for its trajectory later,” said the demonic figure with another erotic lick of her lips, “I can assure you of that much.”