Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Three points on an azure blue hat bounced down a trail. Dry autumnal leaves and dead, dessicated sticks cracked underfoot. A tall, robed man strutted through the woods anxiously peering over his shoulder at the path behind him. A few tufts of brown hair poked out from underneath the uniquely shaped hat, the two extra bumps on either side of his head concealed a pair of soft, feline like ears. Yet nearly every other part of him seemed human. Some would call him cursed, a half breed, or something else. But he was better known as...

Wreav, the Catboy Wizard: Walking Natural Disaster. Lately his description seemed to be accompanied by a 500 gold bounty. A drawn portrait of his dark brown eyes blown wide with an utterly shocked expression on his face, the two cut outs for triangular ears made the signature W shape of his head's silhouette. Wanted for Arson, Destruction of Property and fleeing the scene. Every town he had visited seemed to have his wanted posters scattered about, leading to his hurried rush through the woods.

"How was I supposed to know the '-mill' part of the windmill could catch fire? All I heard was 'the goblins are swarming us!'" Wreav's face burned hot as he fumed to himself. He may very well have been the leading case of the phrase 'wise wizard' being an oxymoron. The brightly lit, golden leafed maple trees wouldn't offer much respite either, his tactless pace down the path could only lead to trouble.

A deafening snap echoed from above, a wire wrapped and coiled around his ankles mid stride causing him to fall flat on his stomach with a thud. A pair of bolas shot with incredible accuracy dropped him to the ground. Both his hat and a thick, leather bound spell book rolled along the ground ahead of him. The mage scrambled to try to lift himself from the floor after tumbling, looking up in time to see another attacker charging straight for him. A weapon the size of him was in her hands as she stampeded towards him, quickly kicking his casting instrument away. Wreav's hand lifted and his mouth opened to invoke bolt of lightning, "Mmph-" only to have a gag pulled over from behind his head by someone much quieter than the other two.

"I knew he'd be coming this way, all too easy." An elven voice gloated from behind, jumping down to join the other two. The rogue sitting on his back hummed and combed fingers through his hair, dying to know if the ears were real. The tall fighter lifted his shoulders by both of his wrists.

"Now we just have to decide what to do with him..."

Greetings DPP readers! I'm looking for someone to write some medium-long term-ish smutty stories in a Dungeons and Dragons setting! The lead in here is a classic for D&D with a lot of flexibility. If you've been as hooked by BG3 as I have I'd love to hear about it as well!

If you wanted to play one or all of the captors of the ambiguously guilty wizard be my guest! Some other fun ideas could be that he is taken by bandits instead of bounty hunters who either don't know or are trying to find a way to turn him in. Feel free to suggest any sort of OC you have in mind! His rescuers could be anything from his old mentor or friend to some adventurers happening to raid the bandit camp. I would be open to playing something a bit darker in tone, if you have any suggestions as well.

Kink-wise I am pretty switchy. I had some femdom ideas in mind for this setting but I absolutely don't mind taking a more dominant role either! Typically I write anywhere from 1-4 paragraphs and only use third person-past tense. I'm happy to use Reddit PMs or Discord, feel free to ask!

Thank you for reading this far and I'll try to keep the post brief, I hope to hear from you soon! <3