<em>The elf maiden wiggled her scrumptiously curved rear as her golden tresses flowed down like a waterfall to tickle Faeryma's breasts. She was such a tease, the elf, grinding her lower lips against Faeryma's member but never quite letting it penetrate. The slick rubbing was too much for Faeryma to bear and she began spurting, to the amusement of the elf, as Faeryma's seed arced and splattered on her own breasts...</em><br/><br/>The feeling of something warm and sticky on her chest aroused Faeryma from her slumber. Almost immediately she realized, blushing, that she had just had yet another wet dream again. Her member was still throbbing weakly despite being so recently spent and her womanly parts were wet with excitement. She wondered, not for the first time and with a little despair, whether she would ever have the courage to speak with the pretty half-elf maiden with the dirty blond hair who lived in the village. It was somewhat cool and Faeryma wondered if there was a cloud blocking the sunlight that would normally be streaming in through the window and warming her naked body by now. She sat up, yawning and stretching. Her blanket, which she usually pushed off herself in her sleep, was nowhere to be felt and she wondered if she might have accidentally pushed it off the bed and onto the floor again. It was always such a pain to wash.<br/><br/>Faeryma opened her eyes, blinked, and pinched herself, thinking that she might not have actually woken up yet. Instead of the windows looking out upon fields and forests and the walls cluttered with shelves holding all manner of books and scrolls of her home, she was looking at an unwelcoming stone wall. The wall was high, as high as an old wizard's tower, and higher than any hedge witch like herself could ever hope of owning a tower that high. Only by looking straight up could she see a piece of the blue sky. This obviously wasn't Faeryma's house, but that wasn't a problem, she had a spell that would let her fly and it was scribed in her spellbook, so she only had to flip it open to that page and start reading. That led to the realization of a second dilemma. Faeryma was surrounded on three sides by the multi-storey-high walls and the fourth direction, whether north, south, east or west she wasn't sure, led down a passageway that soon curved out of sight. She was obviously in a... maze? Dungeon? Labyrinth, Faeryma decided. She turned her attention back to the matter at hand before she got too far sidetracked. There were three walls around her, a bed she was sitting on, and a distinct lack of bookshelves where she kept her tomes and scrolls full of spells. There weren't even any clothes for her! It seemed that she - and her bed, for what it was worth - had been teleported into this labyrinth while she was sleeping.<br/><br/>"Hello! Is anyone there?" Silence, not even an echo, was her only reply.<br/><br/>Running about an unknown labyrinth filled with who knows what kind of dangers without even anything clothing, let alone her spellbook or trusty staff, wasn't something that Faeryma was keen on doing. On the other hand, the alternative was to stay where she was and pray that she would be teleported back home by whatever force had brought her here, an unlikely possibility. At least she was only and nobody could see her secret, which was a good thing because it was a pain to keep hidden even under clothing, and now without any it would probably be the first thing that anyone would notice. Probably, no one she knew was unlucky enough to be summoned into the labyrinth as well, hopefully, because she didn't know if she could handle the shame of being found out like this. No, no, think constructive thoughts, she Faeryma told herself. She had to explore the labyrinth and at least try to find how she might escape and get back home. There were probably dangers lurking, but she was a witch, self-trained at that, and she knew a few useful spells by heart even if she didn't have access to her books to refresh her memory. The classic fireball, good for scaring off wild animals and the occasional bandit. Invisibility, for when she needed to be hidden, even if she could still be heard or smelled. Last but not least, charm, to make others friendly, extremely useful when haggling at the market. Faeryma also wondered if she could take a leg of the bed as a club or something, but it turned out to be too sturdy to disassemble with her hands alone. She remembered the carpenter who had built the bed for her, in return for clearing his garden of a few mischievious pixies. Too bad that he had done such a good job... after wiping the messy results of her wet dream off her body using her pillow, Faeryma took a deep breath and began walking down the passageway. It was just a bit cooler than was comfortable and it made her nipples perk up. She kept her arms close to herself. At least the smooth stone floor was easy on her bare feet.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(NSFW) A representation/inspiration of Faeryma's likeness (NSFW) (http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1261980)