The Corruption and Degredation of Mary Sue
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
42
Views:
1,609
Reviews:
46
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Vanilla Rohypnol
Chapter 4: Vanilla Rohypnol
Celebelen gasped in pleasure at the beauty of her surroundings as she sat on a mossy log next to the elf prince who had produced a bottle of an exotly cly coloured beverage.
"Would you care for a drink? This is a particularly fine wine from far off Mirkwood," lied Legolas. Actually, it was some bog-standard elderflower wine that Kalina seemed to go through like water, spiked with a rather sweet smelling herb akin to vanilla with the advantage of subduing the drinker and rendering them open to suggestions. It was used to interrogate prisoners and glean information. It was also useful in coercing clean-cut girls to shed their conservative ways. It tended to work better on humans, what with them having useless metabolisms and all.
"I'm sorry, I don't drink. Not until I'm twenty-one which is the legal age," said Celebelen, politely declining with a smile.
"Ah, but you're not back home anymore and there's no 'legal age' so to speak," said Legolas, inching closer and gazing smoulderingly into Celebelen's eyes. "Here. Try a little."
Celebelen giggled nervously and accepted the wine and took a sip. Her eyes widened in surprise. "This is amazing! I've never had anything like it!" She helped herself to another few mouthfuls before returning the bottle to Legolas. He corked it and sat it down on the grass beside him. Not three minutes later, Celebelen's pupils were widely dilated and she her smile contained less saccharine and more 'heeheelookitmei'mwasted!!'. Taking this as his cue, Legolas reached an arm around Celebelen's shoulders and pulled her close.
"For a mortal you are most beautiful," he whispered. Celebelen sighed, then suddenly stiffened.
"I've got a boyfriend," she said, vaguely remembering this crucial point. After all, she'd landed herself an all-American boy, complete with perfect shiny teeth, a 4.0 GPA, and the position of quarterback (her Americanized brain insisted on italicising he word even in her mind). And because they were both clean-cut healthy living responsible kids, they'd only done it TWICE before ever. After all, if she put out then nobody would respect her.
"And he's far, far away from here," Legolas replied softly. Celebelen opened her mouth to say something but Legolas laid a finger on her lips and silenced her. He opened his mouth and whispered something her in a strangely alien yet hauntingly beautiful language. "Thaur echil, im innas gar-le am i tele."* His clear blue eyes burned into hers as he continued to spestrostroking her cheek.
"What did you say?" whispered Celebelen, hoping her words would not break the intensity of this beautiful moment.
"I would think one as perceptive as you would be able to hear the meaning behind my actual words," replied the elf, gently cupping Celebelen's chin in his hand and lightly brushing his lips against hers.
It was a tactic that almost never failed on impressionable humans. Celebelen's breathing became more rapid as she pulled Legolas's face to hers and returned the kiss, shoving her tongue down his throat. All guilt and thought of her faraway love had vanished as the strange elven herbal matter kicked in and sent her lust into overdrive. She pushed Legolas off the log and onto the soft grass, falling with him. Legolas rolled over and pulled himself on top of her, returning her kisses and sliding his hands up her pink cashmere top. It was there that he encountered his first major setback in having his way with this mindless female.
This setback was an evil universally known to adolescent boys the world over. It was a bra. A modern bra. A bra so fiendish it had not just two but THREE hooks. Nimble though his elven fingers were, they struggled with the demonic contraption.
"Have some more wine," said Legolas, suddenly breaking away from the embrace and shoving the bottle between Celebelen's lips. Without protest she allowed the majority of the remnants to be poured down her throat, then giggled.
"I feel all funny!" she said, trying to focus and blinking frantically. Another burst of giggles escaped her as Legolas unceremoniously pulled her top off to get a better look at the fiendish apparatus separating her bosom from him.
'Bloody otherworldly contraption... some sort of twisted chastity device no doubt,' thought Legolas, fiddling with the hooks. Without the constriction of the shirt he was more adept to work the hooks and finally remove the bloody thing.
After all that effort, Legolas felt somewhat disappointed. He'd forgotten humans had a tendency towards asymmetry. Normally it wasn't this obvious but Celebelen's left breast was at least half a cup-size smaller than the right. Well, there was only one thing for it. The elf undid the human's trousers and pulled them off to reveal a rather mundane set of pink panties.
"Turn over," whispered Legolas, moving off CelebelQuitQuite wasted, Celebelen giggled infuriatingly yet again, and obeyed. He knelt and began to nibble on her neck, causing her to squirm as he tried to the best of his ability to work off her distasteful pants.
"Oooh, I've never done it this way before," sighed Celebelen, feeling incredibly relaxed and guilt-free.
"First time for everything," said Legolas absently, working his trousers off. Once that was achieved, he turned to Celebelen and placed a hand firmly on each of her buttocks, pushing them apart gently. In a fluid moment, he penetrated her rectum with his throbbing elven member, relentlessly pushing his way deep inside her. Celebelen squealed, a sound that indicated she was both in pleasure and pain and probably too wasted to really care what was being done to her.
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* Translation: Abhorrent human, I will have thee up the rear.
Celebelen gasped in pleasure at the beauty of her surroundings as she sat on a mossy log next to the elf prince who had produced a bottle of an exotly cly coloured beverage.
"Would you care for a drink? This is a particularly fine wine from far off Mirkwood," lied Legolas. Actually, it was some bog-standard elderflower wine that Kalina seemed to go through like water, spiked with a rather sweet smelling herb akin to vanilla with the advantage of subduing the drinker and rendering them open to suggestions. It was used to interrogate prisoners and glean information. It was also useful in coercing clean-cut girls to shed their conservative ways. It tended to work better on humans, what with them having useless metabolisms and all.
"I'm sorry, I don't drink. Not until I'm twenty-one which is the legal age," said Celebelen, politely declining with a smile.
"Ah, but you're not back home anymore and there's no 'legal age' so to speak," said Legolas, inching closer and gazing smoulderingly into Celebelen's eyes. "Here. Try a little."
Celebelen giggled nervously and accepted the wine and took a sip. Her eyes widened in surprise. "This is amazing! I've never had anything like it!" She helped herself to another few mouthfuls before returning the bottle to Legolas. He corked it and sat it down on the grass beside him. Not three minutes later, Celebelen's pupils were widely dilated and she her smile contained less saccharine and more 'heeheelookitmei'mwasted!!'. Taking this as his cue, Legolas reached an arm around Celebelen's shoulders and pulled her close.
"For a mortal you are most beautiful," he whispered. Celebelen sighed, then suddenly stiffened.
"I've got a boyfriend," she said, vaguely remembering this crucial point. After all, she'd landed herself an all-American boy, complete with perfect shiny teeth, a 4.0 GPA, and the position of quarterback (her Americanized brain insisted on italicising he word even in her mind). And because they were both clean-cut healthy living responsible kids, they'd only done it TWICE before ever. After all, if she put out then nobody would respect her.
"And he's far, far away from here," Legolas replied softly. Celebelen opened her mouth to say something but Legolas laid a finger on her lips and silenced her. He opened his mouth and whispered something her in a strangely alien yet hauntingly beautiful language. "Thaur echil, im innas gar-le am i tele."* His clear blue eyes burned into hers as he continued to spestrostroking her cheek.
"What did you say?" whispered Celebelen, hoping her words would not break the intensity of this beautiful moment.
"I would think one as perceptive as you would be able to hear the meaning behind my actual words," replied the elf, gently cupping Celebelen's chin in his hand and lightly brushing his lips against hers.
It was a tactic that almost never failed on impressionable humans. Celebelen's breathing became more rapid as she pulled Legolas's face to hers and returned the kiss, shoving her tongue down his throat. All guilt and thought of her faraway love had vanished as the strange elven herbal matter kicked in and sent her lust into overdrive. She pushed Legolas off the log and onto the soft grass, falling with him. Legolas rolled over and pulled himself on top of her, returning her kisses and sliding his hands up her pink cashmere top. It was there that he encountered his first major setback in having his way with this mindless female.
This setback was an evil universally known to adolescent boys the world over. It was a bra. A modern bra. A bra so fiendish it had not just two but THREE hooks. Nimble though his elven fingers were, they struggled with the demonic contraption.
"Have some more wine," said Legolas, suddenly breaking away from the embrace and shoving the bottle between Celebelen's lips. Without protest she allowed the majority of the remnants to be poured down her throat, then giggled.
"I feel all funny!" she said, trying to focus and blinking frantically. Another burst of giggles escaped her as Legolas unceremoniously pulled her top off to get a better look at the fiendish apparatus separating her bosom from him.
'Bloody otherworldly contraption... some sort of twisted chastity device no doubt,' thought Legolas, fiddling with the hooks. Without the constriction of the shirt he was more adept to work the hooks and finally remove the bloody thing.
After all that effort, Legolas felt somewhat disappointed. He'd forgotten humans had a tendency towards asymmetry. Normally it wasn't this obvious but Celebelen's left breast was at least half a cup-size smaller than the right. Well, there was only one thing for it. The elf undid the human's trousers and pulled them off to reveal a rather mundane set of pink panties.
"Turn over," whispered Legolas, moving off CelebelQuitQuite wasted, Celebelen giggled infuriatingly yet again, and obeyed. He knelt and began to nibble on her neck, causing her to squirm as he tried to the best of his ability to work off her distasteful pants.
"Oooh, I've never done it this way before," sighed Celebelen, feeling incredibly relaxed and guilt-free.
"First time for everything," said Legolas absently, working his trousers off. Once that was achieved, he turned to Celebelen and placed a hand firmly on each of her buttocks, pushing them apart gently. In a fluid moment, he penetrated her rectum with his throbbing elven member, relentlessly pushing his way deep inside her. Celebelen squealed, a sound that indicated she was both in pleasure and pain and probably too wasted to really care what was being done to her.
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* Translation: Abhorrent human, I will have thee up the rear.