A Collection of Norrathian Homo-Erotica and other Fetishes

[Nexii]

Chapter 1 - The Real Mistress of P99

The female drow tapped her white dragonscale boots on the floor by the bed. Nexii had been waiting several hours for Sirken to return to Neriak. A single knock on the door brought the tapping to an end.

"You're late." She stated, as he arrived at the doorway, gasping as if out of breath.

"I had a lot of petitions to answer..." The pale-gold plated GM replied.

"Silence! I don't want to hear your excuses. That's what Menden and Bracknar are for. Also I caught you streaming again today. All while I've been here all day, with nothing to do. Ever since these quakes, all I do is sit around idle six days a week." The priestess ranted.

"We could do what we always do." Sirken shrugged with his trademark indifference.

"Fine then, talk dirty to me." Nexii relented. The evil cleric had a twisted grin on her face that belied her true nature. As a follower of Innoruuk, she loved to rustle others and Sirken was no exception to that.

"Fuck me Miss Nexii. Your healing makes me so hot." Sirken began to disrobe, taking off his plate armor piece by piece. But to his dismay, Nexii sat on the bed, refusing to do the same. She nodded her head in disapproval.

"No, not that kind of dirty. Talk evillll to me." She brandished a whip in her hand, letting the server admin take the next step.

"I instituted a new raid rule today. Two, actually." Sirken replied. Almost instantly, Nexii felt a tingle running down from her spine and to her nether regions. She loved it when he imposed his will on the populace. Secretly she longed for this sort of power herself, but not the responsibility that came with it all.

"Oh? T-t...tell me more." Nexii felt a bit flustered just at Sirken's mentionings.

"No more Amulet of Necropotence in Temple of Veeshan, and no more leaving corpses around." Sirken replied. "I came up with it on the fly, what do you think?"

"Mmm, that's so hot. All those players who spent 300k plat on AoNs won't be allowed to show it off. And players will be paranoid to leave any corpses around. I'm sure a few will accidentally loot and lose their experience." The casual suffering of raiders aroused Nexii, making her dark cheeks turn flush and red.

Sirken picked up on this, and sat on the bed next to Nexii. He leaned against her and whispered in her ear:
"I'm not even going to document these new rules."

Nexii breathed out heavily, the lust clear as her breasts rose and fell. Nothing was better than the thought of new players being completely lost to the Kafkaesque set of rules that Sirken had devised. She imagined lengthy teamspeak conversations and future punishments, and more sadistic outcomes as her eyelids flickered. It took her a moment to compose herself.

"You've been a bad GM...you deserve to be punished severely."

Before Sirken could use his powers to put her down like Getsome, she had him pinned and handcuffed face-down on the bed. A strapon was donned around her waist and lubed up. Not just any strapon, it was long and black, 12 inches in length.

"You're going to take this. I had it made in the likeness of Rogean, I'm sure you'll enjoy it in some way." Nexii stated, grabbing Sirken around the waist and then shoving the whole length in.

"Hnnn! You can't do this! I'm the server admin!" Sirken protested as his dark asshole was reamed, over and over.

"Please. Or what? You'll ban me? It's 2017, no one believes males in power any more. It's my word and the cuck's against yours." She knew Sadiki would be watching from somewhere, as he always managed to do. His voyeurism was an impressive skill if only his literary prowess could someday match it.

Sirken moaned as he was worked over. Try as he might, he was powerless for once and had to take it. He figured that in some odd way, his relationship with Nexii wasn't all that different from the rest of the server. An endless power struggle. He flopped face-down onto the bed and gave less resistance.

"Good. Now say it." Nexii glowered, and grinned. The command was more humiliating than the act that she'd put him through.

Sirken whimpered. The Rogean-shaped dildo was bringing him closer each time it pounded against his prostate. He brought himself to reply.

"I...I concede Nexii." He wailed, right as he came on the bed in a torrent of pent-up dark elf seed.

"Yes, and you'll concede the next two orgasms. And now, you'll serve your suspension." Nexii fastened restraints to each of his limbs, each of which in turn were affixed to the ceiling. She pulled on a chain which elevated him into the air above the bed. A gag brought his complaints to an end as she finished her explanation.

"I think I'll double your time above the bed this time. Since you made such a mess of this encounter and were more whiny than usual." Nexii stated.

Another knock at the door was heard, as if on cue. It was a massive ogre, nearly naked aside from a towel-sized loincloth that hid what he was packing. Judging by his innate power she knew it could only be Cylock.

"Mmm, hey there big boy. Care to show me why they call you 'The Brute'? The cleric grinned as she felt up his impressive sized body. Her fun had just started for the night.

[Rygar]

Wedar's Log - 12/8/2017:

I know not if what I read was arousing or troublesome, I fear I have blurred those lines for all of Norrath. What began as a bit of fun has turned into an out of control experiment where all manner of fetishes have boiled to the surface in a stew of lust and celebrated sexual expression.

The game has changed, but the players are the same (just more aroused). How will I now navigate the streets of Freeport as the merchants are replaced with prostitutes and Bakeries are turned into Leather Bars?

Why, just today Holgresh Elder Beads have jumped to 300k as they have a newly discovered use and have changed the anal bead meta.

Sadiki, if you are reading this I am sorry... Sorry that I have turned your sleek, yet chiseled frame into the object of desire across every city of Norrath. The shadows are no longer yours alone, many more voyeurs have come out to crowd your once lonely domain.

[skarlorn]

Originally Posted by Nexii [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Chapter 1 - The Real Mistress of P99

The female drow tapped her white dragonscale boots on the floor by the bed. Nexii had been waiting several hours for Sirken to return to Neriak. A single knock on the door brought the tapping to an end.

"You're late." She stated, as he arrived at the doorway, gasping as if out of breath.

"I had a lot of petitions to answer..." The pale-gold plated GM replied.

"Silence! I don't want to hear your excuses. That's what Menden and Bracknar are for. Also I caught you streaming again today. All while I've been here all day, with nothing to do. Ever since these quakes, all I do is sit around idle six days a week." The priestess ranted.

"We could do what we always do." Sirken shrugged with his trademark indifference.

"Fine then, talk dirty to me." Nexii relented. The evil cleric had a twisted grin on her face that belied her true nature. As a follower of Innoruuk, she loved to rustle others and Sirken was no exception to that.

"Fuck me Miss Nexii. Your healing makes me so hot." Sirken began to disrobe, taking off his plate armor piece by piece. But to his dismay, Nexii sat on the bed, refusing to do the same. She nodded her head in disapproval.

"No, not that kind of dirty. Talk evillll to me." She brandished a whip in her hand, letting the server admin take the next step.

"I instituted a new raid rule today. Two, actually." Sirken replied. Almost instantly, Nexii felt a tingle running down from her spine and to her nether regions. She loved it when he imposed his will on the populace. Secretly she longed for this sort of power herself, but not the responsibility that came with it all.

"Oh? T-t...tell me more." Nexii felt a bit flustered just at Sirken's mentionings.

"No more Amulet of Necropotence in Temple of Veeshan, and no more leaving corpses around." Sirken replied. "I came up with it on the fly, what do you think?"

"Mmm, that's so hot. All those players who spent 300k plat on AoNs won't be allowed to show it off. And players will be paranoid to leave any corpses around. I'm sure a few will accidentally loot and lose their experience." The casual suffering of raiders aroused Nexii, making her dark cheeks turn flush and red.

Sirken picked up on this, and sat on the bed next to Nexii. He leaned against her and whispered in her ear:
"I'm not even going to document these new rules."

Nexii breathed out heavily, the lust clear as her breasts rose and fell. Nothing was better than the thought of new players being completely lost to the Kafkaesque set of rules that Sirken had devised. She imagined lengthy teamspeak conversations and future punishments, and more sadistic outcomes as her eyelids flickered. It took her a moment to compose herself.

"You've been a bad GM...you deserve to be punished severely."

Before Sirken could use his powers to put her down like Getsome, she had him pinned and handcuffed face-down on the bed. A strapon was donned around her waist and lubed up. Not just any strapon, it was long and black, 12 inches in length.

"You're going to take this. I had it made in the likeness of Rogean, I'm sure you'll enjoy it in some way." Nexii stated, grabbing Sirken around the waist and then shoving the whole length in.

"Hnnn! You can't do this! I'm the server admin!" Sirken protested as his dark asshole was reamed, over and over.

"Please. Or what? You'll ban me? It's 2017, no one believes males in power any more. It's my word and the cuck's against yours." She knew Sadiki would be watching from somewhere, as he always managed to do. His voyeurism was an impressive skill if only his literary prowess could someday match it.

Sirken moaned as he was worked over. Try as he might, he was powerless for once and had to take it. He figured that in some odd way, his relationship with Nexii wasn't all that different from the rest of the server. An endless power struggle. He flopped face-down onto the bed and gave less resistance.

"Good. Now say it." Nexii glowered, and grinned. The command was more humiliating than the act that she'd put him through.

Sirken whimpered. The Rogean-shaped dildo was bringing him closer each time it pounded against his prostate. He brought himself to reply.

"I...I concede Nexii." He wailed, right as he came on the bed in a torrent of pent-up dark elf seed.

"Yes, and you'll concede the next two orgasms. And now, you'll serve your suspension." Nexii fastened restraints to each of his limbs, each of which in turn were affixed to the ceiling. She pulled on a chain which elevated him into the air above the bed. A gag brought his complaints to an end as she finished her explanation.

"I think I'll double your time above the bed this time. Since you made such a mess of this encounter and were more whiny than usual." Nexii stated.

Another knock at the door was heard, as if on cue. It was a massive ogre, nearly naked aside from a towel-sized loincloth that hid what he was packing. Judging by his innate power she knew it could only be Cylock.

"Mmm, hey there big boy. Care to show me why they call you 'The Brute'? The cleric grinned as she felt up his impressive sized body. Her fun had just started for the night.

Kafkaesque

Lol

[skarlorn]

Part I - Gnome Smut

Jiggulee the Erudite stepped through the portal, into another land. On the other side of the gate he found himself between four tall Combine spires in a great and dark forest. It smelled like orc cum. Jiggulee smiled at the memories that scent invoked.

"Excuse me mr. Blacklord?" a tiny voice said below Jiggulee's knees. The erudite looked down to see the disgusting creature who had teleported him here, a gnome wearing a bright red robe.

"Can I get my tip, please?" The gnome asked politely.

Jiggulee glared at the tiny freak. Look at those wiry nose hairs and the balding pate. Look at how shrunken and malformed this creature's hands were.

"Sure, here's your tip you Fay Gater," Jiggulee sneered. He snorted, drawing mucous into his throat, and then coughed it into his mouth and spat it onto the gnome's face.

"Enjoy that. The essence of a being far superior to you," said Jiggulee. He spun on his Loam Encrusted Shoes and stalked away.

That had felt GOOD. Jiggulee was glad that his Tolapumj robe was roomy enough to hide his sudden erection. And he was glad that it gave him 41% melee haste, because he hated jerking off in the woods. He was a civilized Erudite and would bring cleansing to the world. Starting here. In Faydwer.

He grunted, cumming very quickly, and then strode towards the Eastern Zone Line. First, he needed to see someone very special. He needed to see Nibblewitz.

[skarlorn]

Part II - Gnome Smut

Nibblewitz left his humble basement apartment and went out onto the streets of Ak'Anon. Though he was a level 60 Epic Wizard with a Rend Robe and Conflag Staff, he had never developed a taste for luxury. He liked his simple basement dwelling.

Nibblewitz sniffed the air. It smelled of lubricants and gnome sweat. Most gnomes were wearing a light sheen of petroleum jelly - not only was it fashionable, but it also made it harder for the very mean big baddies outside the city to catch them. Furthermore, petroleum based products were POTENT aphrodisiacs for gnomes. Perfect. It was the right sort of night for what Nibblewitz needed to do.

Nibblewitz needed to get laid. He went to the bar and ordered a Salty Mule and kicked it back. Then, he saw his mark. A male gnome cleric wearing full Ethereal Mist plate. The cleric sat at a table with a gnomish female wearing a black robe. Probably just a peasant.

Nibblewitz sauntered over and pointed at the chair where the woman sat. "May I?" He asked the cleric.

"Um, that seat is occupied," the cleric squeaked.

Nibblewitz held out his hand and - FLASH - bright red lightning surrounded the gnomish woman in a circle and evaporated her. He sat on the seat.

"I am Nibblewitz Fizzlebean, perhaps you've heard of me."

The cleric's jaw dropped. "THE Nibblewitz? Who invented the spell: Tears of Salt?"

Nibblewitz nodded. "What's your name, pal?"

"I am named Frodo."

For a moment, Nibblewitz almost sent a petition for this violation of naming conventions. But he stopped. It wouldn't matter after he had accomplished his mission. He needed to FUCK this gnome.

He sat and drank with Frodo, regaling the cleric with the story of how he, Nibblewitz, singlehandedly destroyed the Class R rotation that the God Emperor Rogean had put in place. Nibblewitz cackled with glee and sprung a massive (relative) erection as he recounted the Gorenaire gateway mob proposition.

Frodo's eyes widened when he saw Nibblewitz's huge (tiny) penis bulge against his robes.

Nibblewitz leaned over, touching Frodo's hand. "Shall we take this elsewhere... I can... open my Fay Gate for u."

Frodo blinked, then recoiled. "I-- I'm not gay!" he said quietly but forcefully.

Nibble laughed, head tilted back. "And I'm not Nibblewitz!"

Frodo looked from side to side. He stood up. "I'm going to ... go..."

Suddenly, the wizard seized Frodo's hand with a sweaty, eager grip. "Come on, Frodo. You play p99 Everquest. Everyone here is gay, bi, or trans."

The cleric was not convinced.

Nibblewitz leaned in, licked his lips, and then whispered, "I'll let you touch my Fizzlebean."

Frodo chirped. Then nodded.

They left the bar together.

[skarlorn]

Part III - Gnome Smut

Nibblewitz Fizzlebean bent Frodo over the bed in the cleric's room. They were both buck naked with huge (small) erections. Nibblewitz spat onto his hand and then thrust it into Frodo's anus. Gnome spit contains powerful lubricants, useful for two things: greasing cogs and fucking ass.

Now that his mark was well lubed, Nibble slid his tiny gnome cock into the stinky butthole. Ah. Yes. THAT was nice. Just what he needed.

He rocked back and forth, humming "An Ode to Chest."

"Um, Nibblewitz... Could you maybe fuck my ass a little bit harder?"

Nibblewitz looked at the back of Frodo's head through slitted eyes. "Oh, you want it harder you dirty fucking gnome?"

Frodo moaned with pleasure. "Yes... Talk dirty to me!"

Nibblewitz thrusted harder, harder. Then stopped abruptly. Frodo looked over his shoulder, exasperated. Nibblewitz leered at him.

Then he punched the cleric in the face.

Frodo YAULP III'd and twisted forward, but even with his extra strength he was no match for Nibblewitz, who had rooted him in place and pumped frantically, his tiny, twisted gnomish cock spasming in and out of Frodo's gritty butt hole.

"You fucking freak," Nibblewitz said breathily. "All you gnomes make me sick. You fucking twisted short little freaks."

Frodo cried. "But you are a gnome, Nibblewitz!"

Nibblewitz's voice changed to sound exactly like Bill Cosby. "I already told you, dumb fuck. I'm not Nibblewitz."

And then Nibble's body erupted in a white, brilliant light, and he transformed to Jiggulee the Erudite Enchanter. His penis turned long and thin and really got up in Frodo's guts.

"I am Jiggulee Hitler of <the Gnomish Extermination League>. And I am here to KILL YOU!" Jiggulee howled.

Frodo struggled under the grip of this mad Erudite. But he was rooted... and that penis was really gettin him feelin preetttttyy good.

Another flash of light. Jiggulee transformed into a dwarf. A human. AN OGRE.

The enchanter's penis became the size of a gnome - while still inside Frodo - and the poor gnomish cleric literally exploded on his dick. Bits of Frodo's meat splattered on the wall, on Jiggulee's Tolapumj robe. Frodo's eyeball rolled slowly in circles on the bedspread.

Jiggulee CUMMED HARD. He squirted hot ogre spunk onto the walls, gripping his penis in both hands and spinning around, giggling as his ooze coated the room in the ogre milk. THIS. THIS WAS WHAT HE HAD BEEN MISSING FROM EVERQUEST.

Once the cum finally stopped, Jiggulee sighed with a smile. He wiped the sweat off his head. His guild leader would be happy to hear that a level 60 gnomish cleric had died. Each cleric killed was like killing a thousand other gnomes, since that cleric could never rezz his malformed brethren. Jiggulee picked up Frodo's lone eyeball from the cum-splattered meat mush on every surface of the room.

"That's what you get for violating the p99 naming conventions," he whispered suddenly. Then he squished the eyeball in his hand and gated back to Erudin.

It was time to take a bath!

[Lhancelot]

Originally Posted by skarlorn [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Part III - Gnome Smut

Nibblewitz Fizzlebean bent Frodo over the bed in the cleric's room. They were both buck naked with huge (small) erections. Nibblewitz spat onto his hand and then thrust it into Frodo's anus. Gnome spit contains powerful lubricants, useful for two things: greasing cogs and fucking ass.

Now that his mark was well lubed, Nibble slid his tiny gnome cock into the stinky butthole. Ah. Yes. THAT was nice. Just what he needed.

He rocked back and forth, humming "An Ode to Chest."

"Um, Nibblewitz... Could you maybe fuck my ass a little bit harder?"

Nibblewitz looked at the back of Frodo's head through slitted eyes. "Oh, you want it harder you dirty fucking gnome?"

Frodo moaned with pleasure. "Yes... Talk dirty to me!"

Nibblewitz thrusted harder, harder. Then stopped abruptly. Frodo looked over his shoulder, exasperated. Nibblewitz leered at him.

Then he punched the cleric in the face.

Frodo YAULP III'd and twisted forward, but even with his extra strength he was no match for Nibblewitz, who had rooted him in place and pumped frantically, his tiny, twisted gnomish cock spasming in and out of Frodo's gritty butt hole.

"You fucking freak," Nibblewitz said breathily. "All you gnomes make me sick. You fucking twisted short little freaks."

Frodo cried. "But you are a gnome, Nibblewitz!"

Nibblewitz's voice changed to sound exactly like Bill Cosby. "I already told you, dumb fuck. I'm not Nibblewitz."

And then Nibble's body erupted in a white, brilliant light, and he transformed to Jiggulee the Erudite Enchanter. His penis turned long and thin and really got up in Frodo's guts.

"I am Jiggulee Hitler of <the Gnomish Extermination League>. And I am here to KILL YOU!" Jiggulee howled.

Frodo struggled under the grip of this mad Erudite. But he was rooted... and that penis was really gettin him feelin preetttttyy good.

Another flash of light. Jiggulee transformed into a dwarf. A human. AN OGRE.

The enchanter's penis became the size of a gnome - while still inside Frodo - and the poor gnomish cleric literally exploded on his dick. Bits of Frodo's meat splattered on the wall, on Jiggulee's Tolapumj robe. Frodo's eyeball rolled slowly in circles on the bedspread.

Jiggulee CUMMED HARD. He squirted hot ogre spunk onto the walls, gripping his penis in both hands and spinning around, giggling as his ooze coated the room in the ogre milk. THIS. THIS WAS WHAT HE HAD BEEN MISSING FROM EVERQUEST.

Once the cum finally stopped, Jiggulee sighed with a smile. He wiped the sweat off his head. His guild leader would be happy to hear that a level 60 gnomish cleric had died. Each cleric killed was like killing a thousand other gnomes, since that cleric could never rezz his malformed brethren. Jiggulee picked up Frodo's lone eyeball from the cum-splattered meat mush on every surface of the room.

"That's what you get for violating the p99 naming conventions," he whispered suddenly. Then he squished the eyeball in his hand and gated back to Erudin.

It was time to take a bath!

For some reason I imagine this as an animated cartoon style movie. All the descriptive stuff and what not. Disgusting but colorful. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

[Nexii]

This server needs a writer's guild

[Rygar]

Best quote in this thread by far:

Gnome spit contains powerful lubricants, useful for two things: greasing cogs and fucking ass.

I confess I tend to enjoy the more subtle or "softcore" homoerotica, but indeed your smut had me busting a gut, and I don't even know those characters! Very masterful to weave a history lesson in for future generations so they may simultaneously pleasure themselves and learn.

I think somewhere Nilbog is reading these latest updates and leaning back in his high-back chair with a smile on his face and a tear in his eye thinking, "Never have I been happier that I created Project 1999..."

[Nexii]

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