A Collection of Norrathian Homo-Erotica and other Fetishes

[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!

[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..."

[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]

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

Forum Artists Guild

embodies all art works including literature, music, paintings, philosophical musings.

Sounds great can I be a FAG officer

[skarlorn]

I would join too

[Lulz~Sect]

I still have not read any of this thread

[maskedmelon]

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The man drew long swaths of the sticky night air into his lungs,
his prettily scented breath gliding in and out of him, mercilessly whipping the night air liek a serpent of frenzied flame. he was very enthused. hunched liek a cripple, his back arched in the shape of a great a question mark as he hammered at a imaginary drum between his legs, his bard feet stamping furiously to the silent rhythm.

suddenly the hot rips of air pumping furiously through his nose tangled in his sinuses and came stumbling back out with a sound not unliek feminine flatulence as i slipped, barely findin my feets and avoiding a late dinner of cobblestone and my own teeth. he shifted uncomfortably, as he looked down at me, his face red and wet with exertion.

"W-what are you doing here, missy?" he demanded, his face shrinking into a more authoritative grimace.

I paused. it wasn't a drum i thought to myself as he discreetly slipped a large flute into his pants. i had never understood bards or the magic behind they music and tbqh, i di'n't really care to neither.

the elf shot air through his nose so forcefully it was as if he meant to chide notes from the flute in his pants, but i knew differently. he was snatchin at my wanderin' mind and reiteratin' his demand. i stared defiantly at the flute bulge a moment longer before acknowledging him.

i looked up at him, scrunchin my face in bold display of my displeasure.

"i heard a commotion," i said glaring up at him as menacingly as i could make myself.

"a commotion is it?" he piqued, apparently oblivious to the unfiltered sounds of rancid passion scrambling from the window next to him as if desperate to escape those from which they came.

"mhmm," i said, nodding as the world disappeared briefly with my smile.

HNNNNN came a loud groan from the window, shaking me from the complacency that tend to stalk me. I scrunched my face accusingly at the elf, rolling my eyes from him to the window and back. he shifted uneasily and flicked his eyes to the window before looking back at me. GO ON! his eyebrows shouted at me as he through the bushy little things against his sweat slicked forehead.

"right," I said nodding, " so i was sketchin', in my home mind, well, it's my home, but just got back, been away," i nodded expressively "on a mission, been spreadin' Hate and whatnot, and-"

"SHHHHhhhhhhhhh," he shushed me raising one of his exceedingly dexterous, well groomed fingers to his lips. i scrunched my face in protest. HE asked ME and now he shush me >.>

a silky voice marched authoritatively from the window with vexing familiarity. NEXII-senpai!!! my eyes bout exploded with excitement as i dashed over to the window. my mouth fell open and my cheeks flushed as i saw sister Nexii poised magestically in all manner of resplendent thingies atop a most unbecoming mount.

an excited squeal scurried up my throat, but failed to gain the night air as a silky smooth hand pulsing with dexterous supremacy wrapped my mouth, drawing my jaw closed and imploring my lips to caress my teeth. id forgotten the elf was still there and startled by his touch, i stumbled backward. he was beating his drum again (or flute, or whatever) and his fist slammed into my right buttocks as i fell back. i yelped, but his magical fingers against my lips smothered the sound in my throat before it could crash into the room.

i sighed softly through my nose thankful to be spared the indignantly of interfering in Sister Nexii's ministry of Hate. the elf knew this and sought immediate payment of this debt. Shoving me forward, my mouth still sealed behind his exquisite fingers, he used my body to pin my hands to the sill and ripped down my thong letting the elastichain snap back against my cheeks at their fullest point all without missing a beat of his drum...flute...whatever.

twisting as best I could, i glanced back at him, my eyes bulging in horror. i was saving myself for a beholder! ;n;. he firmly, but gently jerked my head back 'round toward the room and softly tugged it down, bidding me look in reminder of my debt. i swallowed in resignation and allowed my eyes to steep in the majesty of Sister Nexii as my vision blurred behind the fluid pooling on my bottom lids.

the bard's feet stamped with great fervor, liek and insolent nooblet denied his due sow. the vibrations slithered around slipping into my dorf boots, the halfmen flesh jiggled softly against my legs. sliding between my toes and around my feet the rhythm sent shivers pulsing from my heels up through me to my crown.

his flute brushed against my panty and i blinked. the tears cascading down my cheeks threw Sister Nexii into focus as the bard's flute slid down my back and between my cheeks in a single perfectly timed whole note, butt what came next was unexpected. surprise took me liek a lecherous bard in the night. Nexii soared liek a demon in front of me. her beautiful face sang with the most intimate of hatred, impassioned by Innoruuk himself as the bard's flute tenderli kissed my blue button.

i slumped in relief - he only wanted half of me! - just as the bard sank his instrument into me over three whole notes, slowly drowning it in my warmth. my lower lip found it way between my teeth and i gnawed hungrily at it as i stretched around the warm woodwind. it's uncompromising girth pressed powerfully against the tender flesh which rewarded its stony conviction with a loving caress.

Nexii moved gloriously in front of me as the bard withdrew all but the
tip. just the tip? his breath fell upon me in waves of mint and cardamom and bergamot. He has resumed the forceful breathing I had witnessed earlier and i felt something as he plunged back into me. my vocal cords strained against the silencing ward of his fingers as the flute fluttered within me. the bard shot forceful breaths at the flute with the each new thrust, quickening to match Nexii's frenzied speed.

his feet stamped furiously, his breath sputtered violently liek a steam locomotive -if ever there were such a thing- and his feet stamped violently as if he'd been offered a 90. the gentle thwap, thwap, thwapping of his powerful thighs against mine had become a steady hum and his flute sang silently within me, the magic notes scattering throughout my yielding flesh liek rays of ecstasy in oblivion.

my vision blurred and I was lost to the world pressed flat upon nirvana. I felt it coming. a great crescendo sounded through my body and then suddenly it was over. Sister Nexii's mount enjoyed the liberty of flight i noted with a bit of envy as she welcomed a large friendly looking fat man to her room. i felt the bard's warmth draining from me and glanced around chewing nervously at my lip. he was gone. all that remained was a burning sensation where he'd struck my cheek. i brushed it as I fixed my chanty - chain painty, duUuhh- and noticed the flesh was sticky. i couldn't get a good look at it where I was, so i waddled best i could back to my room, the sounds of Nexii's ministry floating on the night air. i'd witnessed enough commotion for one evening.

back at my room, i frowned as i examined the mark on my rump.

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[Nexii]

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

I still have not read any of this thread

Not buying it with that sig >>