Alara stepped cautiously through the door into a snow-covered forest. The door closed behind her and she saw the wall rise up to form the blackness of the night sky. A full moon hung in the false sky, and in the distance she heard a bellowing roar. She should have known the Archmage wouldn't have made just one layer of defenses. Aching from her ordeal with the minotaur, she steeled herself and pushed forward.
Alara calmed her mind and extended her senses. Far off she felt another arcane lock, the next exit. Worryingly, she felt a surge of nature magic moving near the exit. That must be the guardian, but for her to sense it from this far away meant another tough opponent.
Determined, she set out into the forest towards the exit. Minutes turned into an hour as she made her way through the treacherous undergrowth. Her robe pulled tight against the chill night, her thoughts finally had the chance to turn to what she had just done.
She should be embarrassed, humiliated, but instead she found a heat building between her legs. The feeling of helplessness after being overpowered so easily made her head spin. Her robe brushed over her stiff nipples, sending a jolt through her that nearly buckled her legs. Alara leaned against a thick tree as she tried to steady herself, could this really be who she was?
The challenges of running a business and proving herself as a young mage had turned her cold. Shutting out other people, never trusting in anything she wasn't doing herself. Perfect control was the mask the world never saw behind. So why was she standing here obsessed with the memory of being so thoroughly used? As she remembered the strong hands of the minotaur digging into her waist, her hand absentmindedly moved to her sensitive nipple, pinching it lightly.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she let her thoughts spin fully into a fantasy. As her errant hand made its way lower and slipped inside her robe to rub her clit, she imagined the minotaur had returned. She pictured its strong hands grabbing her by the wrists, pinning her to the tree behind. Her fingers picked up speed as her thoughts ran wild. The ache between her legs from their meeting had faded, and she found she longed for it again.