Post by pandemonium on May 17, 2009 10:57:49 GMT -6
In answer to erullissë's challenge to use "plenipotentiary instrument" in an *cough* erotic *cough* context.
Warning for truly awful m/m slash.
"Melpomaen" apparently is some unholy Qenya and Noldorin hybrid construct for "Figwit."
Melpomaen stared at Erestor’s mighty ruby-headed love soldier, loosed from his tight silk breeches and standing proudly rampant.
Melpomaen pursed his luscious mouth, and he knew his mouth was so and that is why he is telling you, dear reader. His bee-stung lips were no less red and moist than summer’s first strawberries, and they surely itched like mad, too, because they were, well, bee-stung.
“What…what do you call that?” he twittered coyly, reaching out to tentatively touch Erestor’s throbbing manroot.
“My dear innocent boy, I call it...” growled Erestor, lust dripping in his voice and onto his breeches, too, “...my plenipotentiary instrument.”
“Ooooooh,” sighed Melpomaen, turning around on the lily-white linens that tumbled across the magnificently appointed bed with its intricately carved posts and frame. He lifted his buttocks, which gleamed like polished alabaster orbs, in frank invitation to Elrond'scouncilor counselor or whatever Erestor was. “Then please, please dear councilor counselor, oh, whatever you are! Let me receive your bold resident ministrations! Let your plenipotentiary instrument have its way with my rosy and yearning chargé d’affaires.”
“I...I do not think that is such a wise idea, sweet young Melpomaen, for us to frolic so!" responded Erestor, a tear of frustration trickling down his cheek, dripping from his square jaw and joining the streaming fluids of passion below. "My plenipotentiary instrument has been weeping copiously of late. But perhaps you have diplomatic immunity?”
"Oh, I do, my lord, I do! I just got my vaccination last week. Now let me get this damn bee off my lip and let the ministrations begin!"
Warning for truly awful m/m slash.
"Melpomaen" apparently is some unholy Qenya and Noldorin hybrid construct for "Figwit."
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Melpomaen Learns Stern Lessons About Diplomacy
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Melpomaen stared at Erestor’s mighty ruby-headed love soldier, loosed from his tight silk breeches and standing proudly rampant.
Melpomaen pursed his luscious mouth, and he knew his mouth was so and that is why he is telling you, dear reader. His bee-stung lips were no less red and moist than summer’s first strawberries, and they surely itched like mad, too, because they were, well, bee-stung.
“What…what do you call that?” he twittered coyly, reaching out to tentatively touch Erestor’s throbbing manroot.
“My dear innocent boy, I call it...” growled Erestor, lust dripping in his voice and onto his breeches, too, “...my plenipotentiary instrument.”
“Ooooooh,” sighed Melpomaen, turning around on the lily-white linens that tumbled across the magnificently appointed bed with its intricately carved posts and frame. He lifted his buttocks, which gleamed like polished alabaster orbs, in frank invitation to Elrond's
“I...I do not think that is such a wise idea, sweet young Melpomaen, for us to frolic so!" responded Erestor, a tear of frustration trickling down his cheek, dripping from his square jaw and joining the streaming fluids of passion below. "My plenipotentiary instrument has been weeping copiously of late. But perhaps you have diplomatic immunity?”
"Oh, I do, my lord, I do! I just got my vaccination last week. Now let me get this damn bee off my lip and let the ministrations begin!"
This is hilarious! Polished alabaster orbs, diplomatic immunity, ROFL!
