Norrathian Homo-Erotica: Volume II

Rygar · #1 05-09-2018, 11:00 PM

Prelude

Last year, the realm of Norrath was shook to its sexual core by the first volume of Norrathian Homo-Erotica. We learned much about the forbidden pleasures of the flesh through our hero: Sadiki Senshiro. It was in his name that many neckbeards found the courage to indulge in anal stimulation and discover the joy of their prostate for the first time. So much masturbation occurred as a result of these chronicles that I’m shocked the outpouring of semen didn’t naturally sticky the thread.

But alas, as the landscape of Norrath changes, so does Sadiki. This short film shall set the stage for the next chapter:

Intro Film for Volume II

So grab your lube, a sex toy, and read along! Sadiki long ago anointed me as his official scholar and chronicler (that is not a typo, the ‘anointing’ was a double entendre in a special ceremony that shall remain confidential). It is with that privilege I welcome you all to share stories that you have experienced with this sexual super magnet of a man.

Come join in the fun and free yourselves from the bonds of sexual norms and embrace your (perfectly natural) homo-erotic fantasies and fetishes!

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Part 6: Me so Sorny

Tadhg Stormbreaker lived in a small hut on the outskirts of Norrath, living most of his days as a recluse consumed by his work. Master of every craft, he was the most renowned artisan in all of Norrath. Most could not pronounce his name, so was known simply as Sorn.

Every coin he earned he invested into more raw materials for a new craft project. Some may say this was a sad existence, but Sorn had given up on the chance for love. He was a victim of his own success… so meticulous was he in his work that he developed a rare syndrome: Compulsive Erotic Symmetrical Obsession.

No sooner would he craft a perfectly reflected pottery idol of Fironia Vie than his pants would swell from a throbbing erection. Unfortunately this fetish left him highly critical of the citizens of Norrath, any tiny hair out of place, an oddly-shaped mole, or the slightest descending of one testicle would render his penis in a perpetually flaccid state.

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So it was that Sorn accepted his place in life and became content to masturbate to his assorted suits of armor, clay figurines, and mixing bowls… that is until he was walking home through the plains of the Karanas when he saw a man doing yoga in front of a small reflecting pool. At first he was blinded by the glare of the sun, but as he walked closer he gasped in astonishment…

Every muscle in his boyish frame was perfectly balanced and moved in unison, every pore was aligned, and his hair was coiffed seamlessly (referring to the fine rolling hairs on his buttocks, of course). Quickly, Sorn casted Superior Camouflage so he would not be seen and crept closer to inspect the specimen of a man that was before him.

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Naked, the man walked a few feet into the reflecting pool and continued his yoga routine, with each pose Sorn had to breath deep and fight the urge to spill in his trousers. Unfortunately, he was not prepared for what would happen next… arms held out and perfectly level, the man squatted down and out from the perfect circle of his sphincter dropped the most beautiful double tapered turd he had ever seen in his life.

“Hnnnng!!” Sorn moaned right as the phallic feces hit the water, unfortunately it was so polished and aerodynamic that it pierced the water without so much as a sound! Fearing he was heard, Sorn rushed off to his cottage nearby. Short of breath, he quickly disrobed and was about to take a cold bath when a voice erupted from the window.

“I saw you watching me” said a man with a voice a smooth as silk.

Petrified, Sorn spun around and saw the silhouetted man staring back at him. “Who are you?! How did you know I was watching you?” he asked.

“My name is Sadiki” said the bard. “And a voyeur always knows when he’s being watched” he continued as he walked into the room, still naked and glistening in the sunlight.

Sorn tried to look Sadiki in the eyes but he was helplessly drawn to his impeccable features. “You’re the first one I have ever been attracted to… I have this… condition… your symmetry, it is unmatched, flawless...”

The bard walked closer as his penis swirled in clockwise circles with each step.

“I… I’ve never been with another man… or anyone… I don’t know…” said Sorn bashfully. “Besides, I got a little too excited watching you and I…”

“Shhh…” reassured the bard.

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“Papa Sadiki has just the right medicine for that”. He stretched out the skin on his scrotum to form a tight drum and tapped the notes to Jaxan’s Jig o’ Vigor. The jig sent energy zinging through Sorn’s body.

“My stamina has returned..!” Exclaimed Sorn in hushed amazement. “Stamina does matter in Norrath after all...”

Still needing further stimulation, Sadiki reached down and rolled back his foreskin, removing a jeweled pick.

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Identifies as a Glistening Pick crusted with Smegma

He then stretched his pubic hairs taut, forming a lute to rival the most seasoned maestro. He plucked the notes to the Hymn of Restoration, and Sorn’s erection was at last restored.

Sadiki put his hand behind Sorn’s neck and drew him close, their lips nearly touching as their erections throbbed against each other’s like snakes eager to mate. Sorn pressed his lips against the bard, feeling further stimulated by the light stubble rubbing about his mouth. His hands explored every inch of skin with hastened excitement, not wanting to wait a moment sooner to experience his first sexual encounter with this image of perfection that stood before him.

The bard grabbed Sorn’s hand and held it out, he then brought forth his McVaxius` Horn of War. He opened the spit valve and blew into the instrument, draining his elven oral secretions into the druid’s palm.

“Grease up.” he said. Not wasting a moment, he hastily rubbed the saliva all about his trembling erection. Sadiki lay in a perfect spread eagle before him and pulsed his erection as if to beckon the druid come closer.

Not used to the finer points of love-making, Sorn leapt through the air drove himself into the bard in a single thrust! Not prepared for such boyhood exuberance the bard’s sphincter nearly snapped and he let loose a bellow so loud that it was said to be the inspiration to what would become Angstlich`s Appalling Screech.

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Eventually, he loosened and helped guide Sorn into a steady rhythm as they locked eyes in a lover’s embrace. Tonight Sadiki was to be the teacher of the carnal arts and transform this proverbial child into a man. He had gained renown throughout the bath houses of Norrath as a power bottom, and he used those skills to their full ability.

He thrust his hips so mightily that he launched the druid high in the air, occasionally Sadiki would twist and stretch his sphincter just right as he re-inserted Sorn that the escaping air would be in perfect harmony with Melanie`s Mellifluous Melody and they would materialize in a different room entirely.

All rooms and tabletops were defiled by them in the most awesome display of erotic affection ever visited upon the lands. Throughout the night all manner of songs and melodies were indulged to keep their erections swelled to the fullest and maintain a state of constant edging. Sadiki was indeed a jack of all trades, and a master of one: Giving that ass. Alas, all good things must come to an end, when they finally re-materialized in Sorn workshop, he knew the moment was right.

“Here, Sadiki… I want it… to end… here…” He panted as the bard’s hips flung him about like a ragdoll. The bard nodded, he knew just the trick. Taking his erection in hand he slapped it against Sorn’s stomach to the tune of Nillipus` March of the Wee. All of a sudden Sadiki’s asshole shrunk to the size of a cherry pit, causing an overwhelming surge of pleasure in the druid that made him go cross-eyed.

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Wanting to orgasm in unison, Sorn quickly devised a plan, “Quick! Twist Selos!” and without another word reached down and began to beat off the bard faster than a bixie’s wing. Through the blurred motion of his hand he could see a number miniscule piercings begin to open up as the member swelled. He likened them to the holes of a flute and at last realized what Sadiki’s genitalia was: the true bard epic.

They both fought hard to resist the flow of semen, but much like arguing with a forum troll it was a losing battle. Sorn pulled out of the bard and took a cock in each hand, a tradesman of his level was ambidextrous and it would help him in creating his masterpiece. He took aim at the canvas across the room.

With one final tug their ejaculate shot through the air true as a ranger’s arrow, as the cum sprayed forth Sorn played a catchy melody along the finger holes of Sadiki’s shaft (unbeknownst to him an exact replica of ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ on flute). With a steady hand, Sorn made a series of micro-jerk adjustments and the semen splattered against the tapestry, forming a perfect portrait of Sadiki.

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“My magnum opus..!” Sorn exclaimed before collapsing. By the time he woke, Sadiki had vanished without a trace. All that he had left to remember him by was the burning sensation in his penis and the crusted portrait of seminal fluid. He hung the painting under the watchful eye of the Mother of All… a magical realm quite befitting of the magical night they shared.

-The End-

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