A Collection of Norrathian Homo-Erotica and other Fetishes

[Rygar]

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(For those that missed it, story pulled from this thread here)

Part 5: Wedar and the Downfall of Azure Guard (and Manasana's Pants)

Let me tell you the tale how I, Wedar, brought about the fall of Azure Guard.

AG has long been dependent on my 3-4 raid attendances per year, and without me their knowledge of the Hole would be completely lost, bottle-necking too many member epics and causing unrest.

For months now, I have missed Manasana. My lips grew chapped as my favorite buttocks to kiss had left to form Blood Guard. So chapped in fact that my mouth resembled a collection of withered Marr Cherries.

AG and BG were set to meet in the Freeport Square to discuss terms on how to handle future Lodizal engages between us, along with how to rotate other scraps that A/A had no time to chase after.

It was here, that I would drive the knife into Azure Guard. We all faced off at the square, Manasana stood unmoving, resolute, and defiant as he waited for Ruffel to make the first offering of terms. But it was Wedar who stepped forward...

Hushed murmurs spread amongst the AG ranks as I crossed the line and stood behind Manasana. With one hand I stripped the AG mark from my tunic, with the other I grabbed Manasana's trousers and pulled them down to his ankles.

The mid-day sun nearly blinded me as it reflected off his pasty buttocks. But slowly, as my pupils dialated the sight before me came into view...

White as the glaciers of Everfrost, but with a scattering of subtle veins that would drive a dwarf mad with desire of cobalt. A surface so cratered that it would put Lavastorm to shame, and with enough hair to attract the burliest Gnoll.

I pursed my lips and pushed them into Manasana's ass repeatedly... I knew not whether my teeth had lanced a boil or if it was just the spewing forth of my own saliva, and I did not care... only that the juices filled my once cracked lips and made me whole again.

Many members of AG cringed and wretched (all but Sadiki), Ruffel fell to his knees in defeat, one by one they all ripped the brand of AG from their shirts and crossed over, getting in line behind me ready to pay hommage to their new leader. Many ran to the guild hall to topple the statues of Nemce that had been erected in his honor.

And so, Azure Guard had fallen.

I stood and fastened Manasana's trousers. I tell Manasana, "I trust I did well in paying you hommage?"

Manasana tells me, "I'm sorry, I'm away from keyboard right now (A.F.K.)"

Confusion set in for a moment, then all of a sudden Manasana shouted:
"VS POP!! VS POP!! We need Chanters to Rune and lots of DPS, I'm logging over to Tank, get your fucking asses to Dreadlands NOW!! Meet inside KC. Join on discord to chat or even to listen, it's a lot of fun! Come on everybody LET'S DO THIS!!"

Manasana tells me, "Heh, what? Was AFK. Hommage, whats that? what are you talking about? VS Pop dude, you coming? Could use DPS, we need u!"

[Lhancelot]

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Part 4: Tekilya Wu'Tang and the Quest of Emptiness

Tekilya awoke among his harem of women, as he yawned and stretched his muscles glistened in the morning sun. The women instantly became wet with desire and begged to have him once more before he took his leave of them.

The monk sighed and nodded, using the carnal discipline of his own making, he outstretched his limbs and all manner of appendages. He simultaneously pleasured all 13 women until they shared a collective orgasm and collapsed exhausted on the bed.

Once upon a time Tekilya would have taken pleasure in such a task, but lately he has felt empty inside. What more was left for him in this world? He stroked Chest's shriveled penis that hung about his neck and reflected on his life.

He defeated the corruptors known as BDA, he became the most geared out Monk that Norrath has ever seen, pleasured every woman and she-beast in the realm (before the age of 16), defeated Vulak A'Err single-handedly (even as the little bitch brought all his friends to help), and even tapped that sweet ass of Tunare.

Tekilya decided it was time for him to try and achieve emptiness as Master Wu had taught him. So he decided to roam the earth and give back to the citizens of Norrath rather than work towards cementing his legacy as the most handsome and deadliest monk in history.

So he smeared mud across his face, disheveled his golden hair, and donned the guise of a beggar and proceeded to walk the lands. Alas, it was of little use. Everywhere he went common folk and royalty alike begged him to impregnate their daughters.

He came to a small gypsy village, in their caravan was hideously deformed man. He was hunchbacked, had acne for days, and the physique of a bloated walrus carcass. They kept him locked in a cage of his own filth, clearly the freak was meant to be used in their sideshow attraction.

He decided this would be his first task towards achieving emptiness. With a single flick of his wrist he loosed 8 shuriken which killed the gypsies instantly. He smashed open the cage with his bare fist and freed the mongoloid. "You are free to go and live your life as you choose" declared the monk.

The troglodyte scribbled an image of a pig wearing sunglasses and giving a thumbs up. Tekilya seemed perplexed.

A passer-by stopped and explained what had just transpired to the monk. "You need to forgive poor Lhancelot. Somewhere along the lines he thought he was cool and funny to just reply to people with images that were mildly amusing or just fell flat with little relevance. While he is capable of speaking, I think you'll find it better when he doesn't."

The monk nodded, the creature was more pathetic than he first thought. "I shall make it my mission to train and redeem this sad excuse for a life. Go forth to the nearest town Lhancelot and prepare them for my arrival, tell them to bring any non-sexual problem they have to me and I will solve it on my path towards emptiness. I must abstain from all enjoyment of the flesh if I am to achieve this goal."

And so the cripple limped into town, being careful to keep his weight on his one leg that the leprosy had not yet overcome. He spoke of the glory of Tekilya Wu'Tang and his quest to help the little people of Norrath.

Tekilya arrived and the entire town was lined up and waiting for him. And so Tekilya began his good work. Among the good he did that day was plow a field by doing a series of roundhouse kicks, create a passage through the mountainside to the adjacent town by using this Thunderous Kick discipline, defeated the local brigands that threatened the town, and carved his own image into a pillar by loosing a volley of shurikens so that the people may worship him and feel safe. His emptiness was nearly achieved.

The last of the townsfolk approached Tekilya. The old man dropped an Unopenable Box before the monk. "Long ago in the Temple of Veeshan I pried this artifact from the horrid beast known as Gozzrem. I have traveled the globe trying to open it, but tradesfolk and wizards alike have all failed."

Tekilya picked up the artifact and held it against his chest, he took a deep breath then crushed it between his pecs. The hinge creaked open and out tumbled a great horned dildo with Lady Nev's insignia etched in it's side.

"Our work here is done, Lhancelot. Let us make camp for the night, and tomorrow we shall find a new town." Without hesitation the beast curled about the feet of it's master, Tekilya grabbed a hold of it's over abundance of skin and pulled it about himself to stay warm through the night.

The sun rose and Tekilya stretched his arms out wide. Something felt off... he flexed his muscles yet there was a softness he had never known, then he felt his face and there was a pimple where there had never been any before. He began to comprehend what was happening, but he needed one final confirmation. He grabbed his measuring stick and placed it within his trousers. "14 inches, just as I feared... it's shrinking!" gasped the monk. "Quickly Lhancelot, wake up, I must get to town immediately!"

The gelatenous he-creature awoke and began to aid his master on his walk into town. "Sweet Lhancelot, I know what is happening. Never in my life have I gone longer than 24 hours without mating. I never knew it before, but it must be the source of my power!"

He collapsed at the gates to the town, a young bard was just exiting. Tekilya called out to him. "Young man! Tell the women of the town I have reversed my decision and will bed any or all of them! I must have them immediately!"

"Begging your pardon good sir, but after your heroic displays yesterday and refusal to bed any of the townsfolk, they all left on a pilgrimage to the nearby town to satisfy themselves at the local tavern." explained the bard.

"No..." moaned Tekilya, feeling weaker by the second. "I will never make it that far, I fear I have met my end... how fitting and ironic that my greatest enemy was my generosity and kindness to humanity."

"Master..." gurgled Lhancelot. "You have given me freedom and a respect that I have never known. Please let me do you this great service and grant you my virginity."

"My dear Lhancelot, you would do that for me?" said the monk with teary eyes. Whether the tears were from an endearing respect for the man or due to the hideous odor it emitted he did not know.

"Never have I known the touch of another human being, even the rabid wolves and undead have ignored me despite my pleas. It would be an honor to have you as my first" he said as the behemoth began to undress.

"Not here!" said the bard, "Over there is a hidden alcove I am accustomed to using".

"Thank you, my sweet bard, I do need to protect my reputation and can't be seen copulating with this abomination in public, I'd rather die" Tekilya explained.

"You may call me Sadiki" explained the bard. "I shall watch over you during this sex act just in case you fall ill. I assure you I take no self-pleasure from witnessing such a glorious display of man-on-freak action."

And so Lhancelot bent over and presented himself before Tekilya, the monk master was not sure if he would survive as it took him a while to peel back the many folds that blocked the never-washed buttocks that lay before him. But after a few tense moments, Tekilya and Lhancelot became one.

With every thrust of his hips he felt his strength return, after every grunt he felt his member grow, and each bead of sweat that dripped from his forehead washed away his acne.

Tekilya's muscles began to glow with a bright energy as he approached his climax, and when he finally reached his end his seed exploded with such force that it shot so violently through the pig-like creature that it disintegrated him into a pink mist. The only remnant left behind was the image he drew in the sand: A cat shrugging it's shoulders while wearing a birthday hat.

"My darling Lhancelot, I will never understand you, but your sacrifice will not be forgotten..." With that, Tekilya walked off into the sunset, abandoning his quest for emptiness and renewing his passion for the flesh.

The End

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Epilogue

The jailer opened the cell door and Filbus followed with his great contingent of clerics. There lay Tekilya among his own filth, spouting about non-sense and scrawling barely legible words onto the wall with his own feces.

"Do not worry my friend, we will find a cure for your madness." the Halfling reassured the monk.

After a great many hours chanting their prayers of healing, the clerics gave up and informed Filbus of the bad news. "I'm sorry m'lord, ever since Braknar stripped him of his title he's just become more and more withdrawn. Just now he was chanting, 'Ooooh Lhancelot, these puss-filled warts on your back make great hand holds'. I'm afraid he's locked in his own alternate reality which is generated from his narcissism."

"Very well." said Filbus, still determined. "We shall not lose hope. For now, continue his steady diet of rats. Aside from giving him ample nutrition they are also the perfect size for his micro-penis while enacting his sex fantasies".

With that, Filbus locked the door to Tekilya's cell and took his leave.

@Jimjam, I had to read this multiple times before responding, so I could give a fair and honest review. This requires more than a simple gif to express my true thoughts and feelings!

Firstly, I LOVED it Rygar! Very imaginative description of the Lhancelot character, I am humbled you would name a character after me, truly!

I also liked the fact you incorporated not only your self-perceived qualities you'd wish me to have but also true and real qualities I have! For instance, how I would sacrifice my own comforts for my friends and those who do well by me! This is indeed my nature, I am a "giver" by nature so you definitely showed a shrewd perception here.

I am very impressed, Rygar. Impressed and humbled as I said before.

The story is great keep up the work providing us with fun reads sir!

[HippoNipple]

You guys have a real future in did not read posts and unemployment.

[Lhancelot]

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Part 5: Wedar and the Downfall of Azure Guard (and Manasana's Pants)

Let me tell you the tale how I, Wedar, brought about the fall of Azure Guard.

AG has long been dependent on my 3-4 raid attendances per year, and without me their knowledge of the Hole would be completely lost, bottle-necking too many member epics and causing unrest.

For months now, I have missed Manasana. My lips grew chapped as my favorite buttocks to kiss had left to form Blood Guard. So chapped in fact that my mouth resembled a collection of withered Marr Cherries.

AG and BG were set to meet in the Freeport Square to discuss terms on how to handle future Lodizal engages between us, along with how to rotate other scraps that A/A had no time to chase after.

It was here, that I would drive the knife into Azure Guard. We all faced off at the square, Manasana stood unmoving, resolute, and defiant as he waited for Ruffel to make the first offering of terms. But it was Wedar who stepped forward...

Hushed murmurs spread amongst the AG ranks as I crossed the line and stood behind Manasana. With one hand I stripped the AG mark from my tunic, with the other I grabbed Manasana's trousers and pulled them down to his ankles.

The mid-day sun nearly blinded me as it reflected off his pasty buttocks. But slowly, as my pupils dialated the sight before me came into view...

White as the glaciers of Everfrost, but with a scattering of subtle veins that would drive a dwarf mad with desire of cobalt. A surface so cratered that it would put Lavastorm to shame, and with enough hair to attract the burliest Gnoll.

I pursed my lips and pushed them into Manasana's ass repeatedly... I knew not whether my teeth had lanced a boil or if it was just the spewing forth of my own saliva, and I did not care... only that the juices filled my once cracked lips and made me whole again.

Many members of AG cringed and wretched (all but Sadiki), Ruffel fell to his knees in defeat, one by one they all ripped the brand of AG from their shirts and crossed over, getting in line behind me ready to pay hommage to their new leader. Many ran to the guild hall to topple the statues of Nemce that had been erected in his honor.

And so, Azure Guard had fallen.

I stood and fastened Manasana's trousers. I tell Manasana, "I trust I did well in paying you hommage?"

Manasana tells me, "I'm sorry, I'm away from keyboard right now (A.F.K.)"

Confusion set in for a moment, then all of a sudden Manasana shouted:
"VS POP!! VS POP!! We need Chanters to Rune and lots of DPS, I'm logging over to Tank, get your fucking asses to Dreadlands NOW!! Meet inside KC. Join on discord to chat or even to listen, it's a lot of fun! Come on everybody LET'S DO THIS!!"

Manasana tells me, "Heh, what? Was AFK. Hommage, whats that? what are you talking about? VS Pop dude, you coming? Could use DPS, we need u!"

Ah yes, an oldie but goodie glad you added this to the collection! Rygar, you should consider writing short stories for a living. I think you could make something of this gift you have.

I am always surprised by what some of the posters create here some of it really is impressively creative. I particularly enjoy Melon, Skarlorn, Spyder, and Rygar I got to add you to my list for your story writing. You got a well-rounded style of writing, great vocabulary and nice flow to your stories.

I realize you write in jest of me and others, but that doesn't matter at all because the stories are very entertaining to say the least. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

[Lhancelot]

Originally Posted by Spyder73 [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

According to the eRP you are more of a "taker"

Muahahaha

No no, you are misinterpreting his presentation of the character. I can see how you can see it in that manner but if you look deeper into it, Lhancelot the character is actually giving Tekilya what he needs when he is at his most desperate and weakest.

Lhancelot is loyal, and he sees the one man who gave him mercy needing something he could provide, and so ho does! What an honorable and giving creature Lhancelot is!

[Lhancelot]

I forgot to mention Akashic and Sneaksy are great too especially if you don't enjoy the ERP that Rygar and others create.

Akashic stopped writing though as did Sneaksy ages ago. What happened to Sneaksy? [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Spyder was entertaining too I just never read a lot of Spyder's fanfic stuff. Just this Filbus inspired story which was very good. Sorry Spyder forgot to mention you as an awesome writer!!!

Anyway, great stuff we got many talented people on the forums it seems. You nerds should take your talent and do something with it.

[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.