Path Of Exile 2 Monk Endgame Build Stories

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Tendrils of Corruption

by SummerLockdown on Jun 9, 2020
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Aunaría Brightohoenix stepped gingerly across the lifeless rock that was the Telogrus Rift. It seemed to be drifting through the nether, reminding the high elf of her time spent in the Netherstorm and Shadowmoon Valley of Outland. The chaotic, fel energies of the nether there roared across the zones and threatened those who resided there with constant destru...

Succubus Inquisition Ch. 00

by Yshomatsu on Jun 25, 2019
NonHuman

A bearded man sat atop a desert dune staring out at the pure blue, cloudless horizon. The bright sun baked all in sight. Its blinding light was held at bay with his hood pulled down over his eyes. The far stretching desert sands blew in the wind. He watched as if time had no meaning. Simply breathing in fresh air as the sun slowly boiled his blood. He had g...

Edward Lane's Argosy Ch. 05

by Ian_Ironwood on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter Five: The Hopi Monk In The Beer Hall When Chief Jacob Two Star, of the Cherokee Nation, and Chief Everett Mauser of the Chocktaw led their bands of native mercenaries to the frontier of the White Man's empires to found the Oklahoma Kingdom on the basis of the vast reserves of gasses naturally occurring to the otherwise bland and disinteresting land...

Star Wars: The Old Republic

by Scribe Monk on Jul 18, 2019
Fan Fiction

Join the battle! Twenty-eight years ago, the SITH EMPIRE returned from exile to exact vengeance upon the GALACTIC REPUBLIC and their sworn defenders, the JEDI ORDER. The GREAT GALACTIC WAR waged across the galaxy, from the Core to Outer Rims. However, after nearly three decades of fighting, peace was in sight. The Sith extended a hand of peace, offering a tr...

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The Heir's the Thing

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

Rosemund turned her head from brushing her raven-black hair its required strokes and gazed into the mirror of her dressing bureau. She looked at the reflection of the palmed hands where her bodice would normally be and stifled a moan. He held each nipple between a thumb and index finger and was applying rhythmic pressure. She enjoyed the feel of it immensely...

Yshomatsu and the Succubus Ch. 03

by Yshomatsu on Sep 12, 2017
NonHuman

(I would like to thank Lazyhobo for an excellent editing job and very helpful comments) * He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and unfocused. He was back in the waking world. The first thing he noticed when he realized he was awake, was the fact that his lower robes were soaked. He let out a sigh, I dirtied myself, he thought. He tried to move his hands,...

Witch-Hunter General

by xelliebabex on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Authors note: Here is my Halloween story for 2014, hope you enjoy. * The self-proclaimed Witch-Hunter General, Matthew Hopkins, rode into the small village of Mistlea expecting to see the church flock greet his arrival with rabid anticipation and old hags already in custody. His reputation since hanging a coven of twenty-three witches at Manningtree for d...

Across Ages

by Cheiron on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The black charger's hooves thundered on the packed dirt of the old path winding through the woods. Racing at a hard gallop, the mount's rider turned his head to look over his shoulder at the sun settling below the tops of the massive oaks lining the path to the west. His hair whipped around his eyes as he again turned to face front and hunkered lower in his...

Attack of the Moans

by dreadknots on Jan 20, 2020
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Sorry for the title. I had this idea of a Jedi fucking a Sith Shortstack that I really wanted to write about. That and the idea of an alien who got high off pheromones. Why not combine them? Viola! Shortstack fucking and creampies ensue! There might be canon problems to this. If Disney doesn't care neither do I lmao. *** "Only a mistress of evil, Cel!" Ka...

The Death of Paris

by fiorebrilliante on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

A cold, grey milieu hung over the Parisian nightmare. From the tower of the cathedral of Notre Dame, an old phantom in a young body breathed murder. For ten years he had plotted his revenge on the city that had wronged him so maliciously. A single tear caressed his cheek as Dormier poured his poison into the Seine. ******* "Bonjour, Viscomte Dormier!" The...