Ah! hurt me now, or I'll bite you!

[lady_t_220]

So I've been reading this fic, right? It's actually rather pleasingly good, which is very good because I was losing my mind not being able to find something both finished AND possessing a decent politline to immerse myself in. It's certainly one of the more readable multi-part-sort-of-ensemble pieces I've come across in a fair old while. (And you can read it here if you wish to)
My only complaint I think lies with the title, that being "His Terrible Swift Sword" which, as I said to Katduza last night, does remind me somewhat of a Victorian euphamism for "cock". But then that's just my filthy, dirty mind for you.

Which reminds me... Victorian Sex cry Generator! for your clicking amusement.

*strikes a pose*
Oh! O! You have carried me to a new-discover'd sphere of Venus, I am melted into a softness that can refuse you nothing!

Wolvermuse: *grinning* Cuz I'm talented like that...

And my personal favourite... Quickly, my love! These bonds excite me to a fever's pitch but I fear me that the Lady will soon be wanting her petticoats back!

Wolvermuse: No worries, I have some we can use instead...

LT: O_o

Wolvermuse: BONDS! Bonds, not Petticoats... really... bonds...