This is an abridged excerpt of a steampunk story I've had in mind for a couple of years. One day I hope to expand it into a full-length story.
Unfortunately I don't have time to add any graphics...I'll have to come back later to add them. Enjoy the story anyway, loves!
Lazy wisps of altostratus clouds
streamed by in the wake of the Chimera's
broadside sails, cold nymphs tracing slender fingers along her hull in in the
sunset. Some distance off the larboard side, a flock of sea-birds flew in
formation, largely unconcerned by the presence of the smuggler sharing their
sky. Their off-key, honking cries were a comfortable and familiar sound in the
back of Devon St. John's mind, as she leaned back against the ship's railing
and surveyed the crew's work along the deck and up through the rigging on the
balloon. It wasn't her ruffians that had her interest, though. It was her
cargo. Even as she played at lax and careless, she kept one eye open to watch 'Sebastian'
across the way.
He was, to the casual observer, a very
young man: practically a boy. His cheek might never have borne the barest hint
of a beard. His hair was very shabbily cut, especially for the upper class; hacked
and uneven around the turned-up collar of his frock coat, it was the dull color
of a common brown mouse. Devon had been paid to transport him safely to the
country of Albionora, across the sea.
Certain protective measures, of course,
had been taken to protect the aristocrat's real identity. Devon knew it well
enough, though the men who booked his passage had said nothing. Watching Sebastian
now, shy and nervous on the Chimera's
decks, Devon found herself eager to get under his cover and get to the real creature underneath.
Lifting her head again, she flashed him
a wider grin. The boy—who stood a little ways down the deck, staring down along
the clouds scudding over the turbine engines below—immediately blushed when he
caught sight of that look, and hurriedly
found excuse to wander off towards the cabins below.
Devon's smirk became a purring,
"Fennec," she murmured,
without looking away from the place the boy had disappeared. Even over the
whirr of the turbines and the cry of the birds, her first mate heard her. He stumped
over to her with a hiss and a sigh from his pneumatic extremity graft: the
proverbial P.E.G. leg.
"Take up watch along the
deck," she instructed. "And keep the crew from wandering. Especially
Meeting below decks, she pulled the
young master into her cabin, thrusting him rather unhelpfully to the middle of
the room, and kicked the door shut behind her. Sebastian spun to face her, his
cheeks gone very red.
Oh yes...Devon could see it plainly: this
was no shy boy of fifteen, but a lady in camouflage, somewhere just north of
"I knew you for a liar," she murmured cheekily.
The word made the tender noblewoman blush
"Was my disguise so
transparent?" she asked.
"Perhaps only to me," Devon
said. "I am… intimately familiar
with the subtleties of a woman's body. What's your name, sweetness?"
The girl glanced askance.
"It's...Samantha. I'm sorry for lying, Captain, we had to be sure I would
not be recognized!"
Devon touched fingertips to her mouth
with satisfaction. Even disguised as a boy, Lady Samantha bore the faint, faded
scent of hyacinth.
"Oh, I understand the need of it. I
must admit, though, since I recognized you for a woman I… I've found myself
rather tempted. And you are so heartbreakingly lovely, dressed as a boy."
She brushed the back of her hand along
Samantha's flushed cheek. The girl eyed her carefully, but she did not pull
"It's been quite some time,"
Devon purred, "since I have had a beautiful woman aboard the Chimera."
Samantha brought her fingers to the
collar of her shirt. Devon slid her own atop them, though, never looking away
from the lady's face, and coaxed them away. She took the lapels of the shirt
herself and took a deliberate pause before, winking, she plucked the top button
"I…" Samantha stammered. Her
cheeks were so bright by now they practically glowed in the cabin's lantern
"Samantha, dear," Devon
murmured, pulling herself a bit closer to the lady by the shirt's collar. "May
"Do what?" Samantha asked in a
hush. Devon gave her a coy look, then tugged the third button free. Moving very
slowly, she tilted her head to nuzzle at the first modest curves of exposed
"Oh!" Samantha gasped.
"Tell me I may, darling. I'd not
have you if you don't desire it."
"I..." The girl gulped nervously,
then, in a furtive, hushed tone.
"Yes...please. Go on."
The captain slid loose another button,
following that progress with a kiss on Samantha's warm skin underneath, then
looked up again. Finally, she stripped the last button free. Samantha stared
down at her, brown eyes wild.
"Yes," Devon cooed. She slid
her hands up along the center of Samantha's belly, until her fingertips slid
under the loosed shirt and the shapes of Samantha's small, stiffened nipples
met her searching touch.
"Oh, sweetness… you've hardly got
any tits on you at all," she
Cupping the tender curves of warm, soft flesh in her palms, she ran
thumbs over their rigid peaks. Samantha made a soft sound before the pirate
stripped away the last stiff cotton, exposing Samantha's tiny breasts. She
hadn't even had to wrap them to pass herself off as a boy.
"Do you like it when I touch
you?" Devon murmured, and she ran a hand down to caress the bare curve of
Samantha gave a hushed sort of choking
"You can tell me," Devon
whispered. She touched her lips to Samantha's again with a sigh of quiet
Samantha's slow reply was a little
hoarse, as though her mouth was dry.
Devon she peeled back the shirt and
frock coat from Samantha's shoulders, letting it fall. She left the plain brown
suspenders on, though, admiring the look of them against bare skin. With some
relish she tucked both hands under the suspenders to Samantha's breasts and
warmed them with her palms in slow, ardent massage. She lowered her mouth to
the Lady's again and kissed her once, twice, without words. The third time
their lips came together she let the sweet touch linger, and gently slipped her
tongue in to find Samantha's own. Her mouth was soft and welcoming when Devon
kissed her, and she kissed back with a bashful eagerness.
"Do you know," Devon murmured,
pausing from the passion of their lips to lean her forehead against Samantha's.
"I have been imagining seducing you, sweet thing, for many days now. Your
disguise has made me mad with wanting you, knowing what really lay beneath it…"
"Milady Captain," Samantha
squeaked. "This is not proper… not in the least… for a lady…"
"Proper? Feh. I am a pirate, dear
one, and a Sapphist. I don't give a pig's ass for the aristocracy's notion of proper."
"But…" Samantha blushed
furiously. "I… I'm afraid I haven't… ever…"
Devon gave her a wide, wolfish grin. "I
assumed." And she kissed her again.
There were no more words for a long
stretch of time, as their lips met again and again in hungry pleasure. Devon fanned
thumbs across Samantha's rigid nipples and gently, tenderly pinched them. Sliding
down Samantha's body, she lowered her lips to them, kissing first one and then
the other, and pressing those slim, subtle tits together to dance tongue across
"Oh," sighed Samantha. Nervous
girl, keeping rigid and still as Devon dappled affection on her breasts. She
seemed afraid to make a sound but her breath had grown heavier, and her eyes
shut tight in an expression of hopeful surrender. Devon abandoned her kissing
and wrapped her arms around Samantha. She ran her hands along the smooth planes
of the Lady's back and shoulders, hugging her close.
"You're shivering," she
whispered. "Poor dear… let's warm you up."
She kissed Samantha's lips again. Samantha
returned it in kind, this time offering a quiet sigh of pleasure and slipping
her own tongue into Devon's mouth; a fast learner.
Devon stood to gather her up, one arm
under Samantha's knees and the other behind her shoulders, lifting her up. Samantha
grasped the lapels of the pirate's longcoat, clinging instinctively. She
needn't have. She was easy to carry, spare and light in Devon's arms, almost
nothing compared to the hard, unyielding weight of the ship's equipment or the wild
unruliness of her wheel in a gale. She carried her unspoiled plunder to her bed
and lay her down.
"Let's have you unrigged then, and
let me see all the treasure I've been tasked to escort."
"I thought you said you were to warm
me up," Samantha whispered. She'd grasped a fistful of the bed's luxurious
black covers in either hand and shrunk coyly in a figure of modesty, as if
planning to wrap herself up safe in the blankets. With her neck and breasts
bare but for the suspenders, and her boyish disguise still very effective in
the shortness of her hair and the gentlemanly cut of her trousers, Devon could
barely restrain herself from partaking then and there, no more answer given. She
let Samantha see her open admiration, though, making no attempt to hide it as
she took in the lovely tableau of the virgin in her sheets.
"Believe me," she said. "I
Climbing alongside Samantha on the bed
then, Devon crept atop her and kissed her mouth in slow indulgence, returning
again and again to taste the sweetness of soft cherry lips and tongue, pressing
her loins down against Samantha's with a soft moan. She pinned the girl by the
wrists and kissed her fine, smooth throat. Pale skin tasted fresh, clean, only
the lightest hint of bitter arousal blooming there, just under her ear. The
scent of her hyacinth was edged with sharp desire, the heightened urgency of
"You smell so delicious,"
Devon whispered, and kissed Samantha's earlobe, then licked her tongue
playfully up the curve of her pinna. Samantha gave a soft, quavering squeak
somewhere between pleasure and affirmative, the agreement of a girl happy at
the approval. Chase ran her tongue up and down the edge of Samantha's ear,
teasing, and thrust her hips gently down with clear and eager intention.
"Yes," she murmured, nuzzling
her cheek to Samantha's. "Pleasanter, pleasanter thoughts, my dear…
tonight you are my sweet and tender stowaway, whom I have caught hiding in my
hold. Oh, but you are too lovely for me to punish… you have stolen this
captain's heart with those wide eyes and that innocent blush. Just a stowaway,
but now I must take your passage from you in my own way…would you like
Samantha seemed to ponder it while Devon
moved her kisses down the Lady's neck and up the other side, nibbling her bare
earlobe with a soft growl. Samantha gave another pleasured groan in response
and wriggled closer.
"Tell me… yes, tell me more…"
"Poor little creature," Devon
purred. "Snuck aboard so that you could see the sky, did you? I can give
you the clouds and the moon, close enough to touch, if you like…"
"Yes," said Samantha, giving
over to the escape of the fiction with Devon. "And the stars… can you give
me the stars?"
"Look up," Devon whispered.
Samantha did. A gasp escaped her when
she beheld it. They lay entangled directly beneath the glass panes of the
Obv-Bulb, and overhead the night sky and the stars floated, silver wisps of
clouds gliding past. It was clear enough to see the spray of celestial galaxies
far and away, but yet so near the two women might be in them. The wide arc of cold, wonderful darkness embraced them in
their bed; not even the ship's balloon obscured the view from the Captain's
quarters, and the only sound beyond their own hushed, lusty breaths was the
dull, distant hum of the turbines guiding their passage. They were so blessedly,
perfectly alone, their circumstances meaningless in that intensity. The whole
night was theirs.
While Samantha gazed up at the stars, the
Captain herself crept down the girl's slender body. She dotted long, slow
kisses down the lines of Samantha's collarbone, then to the middle of her
chest. She nuzzled the smooth skin and then slid aside the straps of the
suspenders, exposing the pink, pert nipples they had yet hidden from her. She
traced the shape of each little nub with the tip of her nose, coaxing their
"Do you know what the punishment
would normally be for a stowaway?" she whispered. Still held at surrender
Samantha groaned and shook her head. Devon released the Lady's wrists and ran
her palms all the way down pale, lovely arms, and slid them under the woman to
lift her closer. She kissed first one nipple, then the other, lingering to suck
at the excited peak with relish. She laved it and kissed, and sucked and then
teased, tickling its pebbled surface and the rosy ring of areola around it. Samantha's
breathing quickened—she did not bother to move her arms once the Captain had
released them but grasped at the covers and cried out softly.
"When we catch a little tagalong
like you," Devon continued. "The punishment is to be stripped to the
waist, and whipped at the mast."
"Oh…" Samantha moaned. Devon kissed the other nipple, giving it
an equal measure of suck, lick and kiss, until it glistened in the cabin's dim
"The part about stripping you I
don't so much mind. How could I whip such darling little tits, though?"
Gently but without warning, the Captain
closed her teeth down on one excited nipple. Samantha gasped quite loud and
twitched underneath her—she drew her legs up, pressing thighs tightly together.
"Tell me, my virgin," Devon
said. "Does it feel good?"
Samantha lifted her head again to look
her in the eyes. The lady looked a bit drunk, though perhaps she was only dizzy
from coming down from the stars.
"I…" she said. "I… don't
know if I can say…"
"You can and you should," Devon assured her. "I
think I shall find another means of lashing you for your sneaky behavior."
"It is…" Samantha started. Then
she shook her head. "Oh, oh no, Captain… you shouldn't play such games
with me, it is cruel!"
"Isn't it, though?" Devon
purred. She silenced the Lady's protests by pulling herself up again to kiss
her, reaching tongue for tongue and thrusting loins lecherously down against
"Just wait until I get to your
sweet little cunny," she said with a wicked smile, and sat up, straddling
the girl, tiptoeing fingers in a line down her body.
"Oh…" Samantha moaned. She
shut her eyes tight again in pleasure.
"Oh, yes, my secret stowaway."
"You are a devil, Captain."
"Tell me how the devil makes you
feel then, my lovely," Devon replied.
In answer, Samantha made a little
rolling motion, thrusting her body upwards towards Devon's, heightening the
thrilling touch of their limbs and hips and loins. Devon smoothly rolled with
her, and inched lower, inclining her head to kiss Samantha's flat stomach.
"And… here?" she asked.
"… all in knots, Captain. I hardly
know… how to tell you."
Devon pressed more long, slow kisses to
her belly, her sides, the first shallow dips of her slender hips disappearing
under the waistband of the pressed men's trousers she still wore.
With a happy sigh, the Captain let
herself sink down between Samantha's thighs. She could already feel the sultry
heat of Samantha's arousal, just running her fingers along the lines of thick
fabric. The ravishing scent of hot, wet pussy was like a confirmation and a
promise all at once—Devon felt her own body ready and frantic, electric with
"What about here?"
She pressed her mouth to the soft brown
wool, exploring the hidden shapes under the seams with her tongue. Samantha
writhed, her breath becoming ragged in her unexpected pleasure. Devon tongued
the crotch of the Lady's trousers with hard, deliberate strokes, breaking only
to ask again, in a sing-song voice, "Sweetness? Tell me…"
Samantha swallowed hard, struggling to
find the words. "It's like… I am opening.
I feel… so very thrilled and yet… quite desperate for more…"
Saying nothing, Devon reached up to take
the band of the breeches and slide them down the Lady's slender legs. She
stripped Samantha of shoes and trousers, leaving only her stockings and pretty
little underthings. When she ran her fingers along the suggestion of the girl's
cleft underneath the thin cotton, she found the flimsy garment damp to
clinging, and the strong, compelling scent of her heat and cum sent a spike of
pleasure through Devon's own loins, becoming ever wetter as she smelled, tasted
and caressed her prize. She returned to her place between Samantha's thighs and
pressed the flat of her tongue against the soft, wet cotton, exploring the
delicious contours of the girl's hidden quim with great enthusiasm.
Samantha's hands took her by the hair
and tried to pull her closer, deeper. Devon, to the contrary, pulled away, sitting
up on her knees to shed her longcoat, unlace her leather bodice and strip her
jaunty blouse over her head. She quickly kicked off her boots next and slipped
out of her breeches, unable to be naked fast enough, before she threw her arms
around Samantha again, thrusting her whole body against the Lady and kissing
her hard. She snuck one hand down under Samantha's panties, combing fingers
through the soft thatch of hair and finding the perfect tiny pearl of pleasure
at the apex of her slick little cunt.
Samantha's hand came down on her wrist. The
girl blazed a furious red and she seemed wildly drunk and in a panic as she
looked into Devon's eyes and whispered, "Good God… do you really mean
"I do," Devon growled
hungrily. Between her fingers, she rolled the little pearl in sensual
provocation, making Samantha cry out in a rush of joy.
"Does the phrase 'tipping the
velvet' mean anything to you?" she teased.
When Samantha gave her only
hesitant silence she laughed. "No… of course it wouldn't. Not to such a
good, meek, upright girl. Though not so upright at the moment, are you?"
Samantha still clung with one hand to
the sheets. The other was balled up in a fist and pressed hard against her
chest, between the well-adored red peaks of her flush breasts. She undulated
against the pirate's body, offering tender muff to Devon's hands, and Devon
slid fingers up and down along the sides of her hooded bead to stroke the wet,
ready valleys of flesh.
Without pausing in her libidinous
massage, Devon nudged Samantha's pale thighs apart and slipped the underthings
off of her.
"Oh," she marveled, stroking
the dark thatch of damp, soft hair upon Samantha's mons. "Look at what a
pretty little pussy you have, my dove."
She stroked her fingers lightly along
pink, glistening lips, spreading and admiring, taking brief pauses to lick the
pearly drips of cum off her fingertips.
"Mm," she moaned. Smiling, she pointedly met Samantha's eyes
and raised the fingers to her mouth, sucking them with delight. Samantha's lips
parted slightly, her eyes half-lidded with heavy pleasure, and she watched the
Captain with intoxicated attention.
Devon lowered her head and partook the
first greedy taste of the virgin aristocrat.
Samantha gave a loud gasp, arching and
then moaning with heedless pleasure. Her cunny was bittersweet and
luscious—Devon closed her eyes and ran her tongue over and over the Lady's
bulging pink clit, then gave a long, wet stroke all the way down to the tight,
trembling entrance. She didn't yet partake of that, though: she took long,
leisurely pleasure tasting Samantha's flush pussy lips and then dancing her
tongue in provocative torment upon the tip, teasing the swollen bud just like a
tiny button candy in her mouth. As Samantha squirmed she could hardly hold back
her soft, panting cries of pleasure. It made Devon smile, dipping deeper to
kiss the valleys of Samantha's cunt, finally sliding tongue into the tight,
trembling entrance. Samantha raised up her hips to welcome her.
"Oh—" the Lady gasped. "Oh—ah, Captain…"
"Look up at the stars,
sweetness," Devon murmured. "Look… I will send you soaring through
them very soon."
Samantha gave a choked reply, and threw
her head back against thick pillows, gazing out into the starry darkness beyond
"Precious little creature,"
Devon murmured. She wound her tongue in flirting circles all along the Lady's cunny.
She tiptoed two fingers along the blankets and then snuck them close to fondle
and give a squeeze to Samantha's soft bottom.. Then she slipped two long
fingers into Samantha's hot entrance, sliding them in and out as she rolled her
tongue in a hungry dance with her new candy. She curled her fingers, moved them
inside, brought them back slick with Samantha's thick wetness. Taking only a
brief pause, she moved up on top of Samantha again, wrapping an arm around her
waist. She kissed the girl, then slid those sticky fingers past warm lips now
swollen from their heated passion.
"Taste…" she urged. "Do
you like it?"
Samantha sucked eagerly, lifting her
hands to take Devon's and hold it, nursing the taste of her own cunt from
Devon's skin. She licked Devon's fingertips and made the pirate shiver.
"Oh, I am going to make you lose
your senses," she promised. Samantha gazed at her with distant,
intoxicated eyes, cheeks warm and rosy with her arousal. "I am going to leave you dripping, my little virgin… just lie
back… and hold onto the headboard."
Samantha gave a sighing, moaning
response, raising her arms over her head to oblige. Devon wriggled back down
between her legs and lifted one slender ankle up, over her bare shoulder. Then
she sunk in to bring the seduction to its ardent culmination.
She lavished wet attention to Samantha's
clit, now reddened and throbbing with eager erection. With her palm she kneaded
the girl's soft, slick pussy, then slid her fingers into the heat again. Oh, she was so tight and resisting…she
squeezed around Devon's invasion, muscles clutching as Samantha whimpered
encouragement. Devon closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the thrill of
conquest, breathing in the raw, naked scent of sex, indulging the salt and
sweat of her girl's skin, the sharp satisfaction of hot cum with each long
stroke of tongue and fingers.
Without warning then, Samantha twisted. She
lifted her leg off of Devon and slipped away. Before Devon could protest,
though, the girl rearranged herself to lie stomach-to-stomach with her, and
then presented her pussy again, arching her leg up to wrap around Devon's neck
instead. Devon didn't question and went eagerly back to her greedy play, until
suddenly the touch of desperate lips and hot, heavy breath made her go briefly
tense. Samantha, with meek attempt, approached Devon's own ready cunt and
spread slick folds with two shy fingers. She found the Captain's own hooded
treasure and kissed it—then licked, testing, exploring its round sweet shape
with her tongue.
"Oh!" Devon exclaimed
breathlessly. "Oh, sweetness… you quick little thing…"
The stir of pretty delight it brought
her sent a feeling of bubbling lightness through her whole loins to the round
of her belly. She bent her own leg to open up more for the girl and let her get
a good taste of hot cunt and lush cum, if that was what the aristocrat wanted.
She wasn't about to stay her own
enticement, though, and she resumed her play, stroking, teasing, pausing in her
attentions to Samantha's clitoris only to lick the trickles of cum up from the
girl's tight entrance. She curled her fingers and stroked Samantha's hot, wet
cunny into quivering, and made the girl halt in her attention to Devon's pussy
as she arched and moaned loudly.
"Captain," Samantha gasped. Her hips were twitching, her sweet
round bottom tightening as she opened for Devon, her whole pussy trembling for
"You're close," Devon purred. She
nuzzled the folds of Samantha's quivering lips. "Oh, yes, my little stowaway… yes…look up at the stars now, lose
yourself in them, let me make you—"
"Ah!" Samantha cried out, thrashing as her body quaked in
climax. Devon bent to lick her as she hit its zenith, and without warning a
quick rush of cum caught her in the face. She gasped in surprised delight and a
second gush came, and with a laugh the Captain ran her tongue into the virgin's
spurting cunt and happily licked and swallowed the rush of wet, bittersweet
Devon put the lamps out, moving quietly
as Samantha lay still panting on the bed. In the aftermath of their pleasures
the poor shy girl had fallen into an awed, distant sort of silence. She'd
hardly moved from her sprawled position on the bed and had said nothing at all;
she stared up, up into the floating night sky above. The only sound in the
cabin had been the companionable hum of the turbines and the hoarse, heavy
breaths of the women's post-coital recovery.
When she had doused the lights, Devon
crawled back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged beside Samantha and very
carefully, very gently drawing the girl close to lie her head in Devon's lap. Samantha
obliged, a look of serene reflection on her face, delicately illuminated by the
starlight through the Obv-Bulb. Devon gathered up the blankets to wrap around
them both, and she stroked a hand through Samantha's short hair as they both
gazed up into the whorls of clouds and galaxies above.
"Do you know," Devon murmured
after a long time petting Samantha's soft brown waves. "I quite like a
Tom, myself. All dressed up in vest and trousers and cap…"
"I'm sorry?" Samantha asked.
"A Tom," Devon repeated. She
bent to kiss Samantha and explained, "A lady lover with a boyish look
about her. A sort of chimera, if you think about it: a creature of both male
and female beauty, in a way… comprised of male and female parts, at least so
far as to the naked eye and to the mind. You have it. It's what drove me so
damned mad to have you undressed and at my libidinous mercy."
"Oh," Samantha whispered.
"Samantha," Devon purred. "You
may be whatever you wish to be. At least, you may with me."
Samantha made to answer but Devon did
not pause to give her the chance. She
ruffled Samantha's hair and bent down to kiss her temple.
"Yes, my little stowaway. My little
chimera. Whenever you want to see the stars with me again… I am more than happy
to show you them."
They sat in silence, gazing up at the passing
constellations, wrapped together in the warm pleasure of each other's company.
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