Ms. Sage from The Scarborough Affair.
Clockwork Clown, just random photoshop work really. I’m sure I’ll stick her into The Scarborough Affair somehow.
A Beautiful One from The Scarborough Affair
As Ms. Thyme’s green eyes constricted the amphibious assault began. Over the boat’s railing the enemy’s own automatons vaulted landing on the dock with the scream of metal and squeal of gears. Once enough of the mechanical horrors had fallen they started to form up ranks; baleful crystals dripped blood red light from within burnt iron rib cages. These particular robotic brutes had wide spiral scrolled shoulder blades molded into spiked pads and covered with leaking coils which gave them a hunchbacked appearance. Their arms were almost apish, dominated by thickly plated forearms with rust bleeding screws in the middle of each. Wicked sharp fingers molded with all the delicate art of a marionette could tear a man to pieces well enough on their own. Most of the shambling clockworks held weapons that amounted to nothing more than sharpened chunks of metal. Their legs were thick and clawed feet driven by churning pistons.
The robots most defining feature however gave them their name- redcaps. Each and every one of them had a skull like face of shinned steel with glowing red orbs for eyes. Their heads were covered with dried patches of blood. One could tell from looking into their soulless optics the redcaps could not wait until they could smear fresh gore over their heads.
Behind the squads of unliving three fomorian overseers repelled down. Their twisted forms were little more than leprous imitations of men hidden under black robes and misshapen brass and iron plates of armor. Like the rest of their race they were still built solid and tall; red moonlight playing off the devilish spirals and leering faces of their mail. Here and there their broken bodies could be seen in vague hints, mostly to show off Pict-like tattoos.
Two carried storm-lances. The weapons had oscillating globes at either end clutched in gilded human hands. Bundles of wires and cables coiled around the staves’ intricately carved hafts of iron shod wood. The third, who was taking up the middle, had a helmet of a great stag’s skull coated in steel, laced with gold and silver. Pestilent yellow eyes peered out from within antlered helm. In one hand he held a great spear fashioned very much the same way as the storm-lances save its flat alabaster head was wide enough to split a horse, or sunder the side of a battle coach. Across the spearhead’s flat unclean sigils flickered within cascading sparks.
As the slavers and slayers started forward across the empty remains of Pier #6 like a spreading black ink blot; their only opposition was one small woman with Gibson girl frame.
By now troops were being organized and probably marching from Scarborough Castle but they would arrive too late to save souls from being harvested and people taken. The pilfered Prussian guns roared to life in a lazy fashion to rain suppressive fire. Other squads of redcaps leapt off from the flanks of the boat and started for the other piers on either side.
Ms. Thyme’s clock kept ticking as she watched how the redcaps fanned out to protect their fleshy masters, gauged where they were moving from the speed of their steps. Already there were tortured streams of souls flowing up from the dead under this dock and onto the deck of the warship. That meant there might be one of the Beautiful Ones aboard to do the actual harvesting. Her gears strained in anxious anger. What the devil was taking the other girls so long?
As the overseer on the right realized that before them was the same woman he’d blown out of the air he gestured with the staff and hollered in barbaric alarm. That was her cue to move. Bursting forward Ms. Thyme kept her body low, both arms straightened back and behind at a twenty degree angle. Hisses of steam trailed after her fingers as delicate wrists ruptured making messy work of already ruined gloves. Out of her forearms tempered steel blades shot out. They telescopically locked into their full length by the time she caught them loose in her nest of fingers. Wrists closed and a blink later her palms vibrated as they siphoned the energy of her cogs in overdrive. Her legs flexed once more spending her hurtling through the first few redcaps on the right as a child could guide a kite through the air. Once she murdered the one in the stag helmet taking down the rest would be rather simple, according to experience and training. Kill the head and the body will die. That was unless there was one of the Vain leading this raid.
The redcap the manufactured revenant slammed into boots first had already lost its skull and one arm by the time it hit the ground thanks the shearing motion of Ms. Thyme’s blades. She didn’t stop there, but with programmed grace spun into the heart of the squadron. Leading blade rolled over delicate fingers until it was backwards so she could split the shield like forearm of the next automaton raised in defense. The whining sword plunged until hilt was flush with steel casing. She twisted it hard, splitting the redcap’s arm with the horrible sound of tearing metal. Her follow up stab drove between its ribs and straight into crimson seeping crystal. It shattered on impact and what was left was little more than lifeless scrap metal. Ms. Thyme did not pause to enjoy her victory but spun the ruined redcap as one would a fine gentleman at a dance as her third foe hacked down hard after taking a short hop. The large square of sharp steel ripped into its dead college instead of her. She yanked swords out without expression save for a suck of breath into moist lips. Ms. Thyme flowed backwards pulling her shoulders in tight. Black straight hair flowed around her doll like features as she ducked under another redcap’s heavy swing, losing her hat in the process but it was better than her pretty little head. There was only so much damage to her chassis that could be repaired after all. Green skirts, already ruined, tore up along one thigh revealing the mechanized boot that almost went all the way up as she slid into a very unlady like split to take number four off at the knees with a spray of scalding oil, displaced metal caps and ruptured bolts.
Her swords were crossed as she swept legs back together while the legless automaton fell. Into the third redcap’s next blow she turned and caught blocky weapon against the two of hers. Again cogs strained against her elbows and for a moment the clockwork woman was afraid they were going to give out. When she was sure that this automaton was giving its all it she curled her legs tight and pushed to the right. More of her skirt was shorn away bit she didn’t care. She sprang up as the redcap’s sword crushed deep into wood. She was able to slice away part of its right pelvis before she spun behind and took out the ball of hip joint. The redcap fell, down but not deactivated. For now that would have to be enough. Another one of its mechanized brethren charged in bringing its blade in for a low swipe at her music box dancer legs. Ms. Thyme was too fast for it, with a spin she set one boot down hard against the flat of the blade despite its awkward and upward angle. The other foot was planted under the redcap skull’s chin before the pistons in her boots fire with a hard snap kick. Off that redcap’s head popped and sailed back over the horde before plopping into blood churned water. The mechanical girl used both swords to block once more as the next in line attacked, letting its hard swing grate brutal metal against vibrating blades. She was carried off of her feet by design.
The impact hurled her with fresh momentum deeper into the enemy’s ranks.
Ms Thyme from www.lastslicestudios/scar. Steampunk action adventure, you can’t beat it.
“Oh you are perfect!” Pi wiggled verbally as well as physically with happiness and hands helped him get into bed carefully, nails pulling again. Once the bed creaked with his weight she sighed hot and licked at her lips. The strange visitor didn’t sag to the mattress with him but trailed along to the foot board, sputtering once as one of the post’s curtains tangled with part of her face. “Well mostly so. Comfortable, Eddie?”
“Yeah.” He was still shifting, his hips mostly. Male need was not going away in fact his blood was crying out in sorrow that Pi wasn’t curled up against him yet. Her nails scrapped along the footboard and it made his back arch.
“Good.” The end of the bed dipped as her hands pressed down on it and the rest of her weight followed. There was that heavy sound of leather moving once more; it had an organic tint to it. “Very good. I feel awful about frightening you.” The side of Pi’s face nuzzled against his shin as hand smoothed along the outside of the rest of that leg. “For hurting you. That is not my intention here.”
“Then.” Mouth so very dry Eddie had trouble talking; or maybe it was the cascades of need now washing over his tight lungs. “What is it?”
“To help you. You summoned me after all.” Her hand scrapped over the top of his thigh, dipped in between them in time with a soft globe of flesh tickled at the meat of his foot. She grinned in her tone and gave a small nibble over the bottom of his hidden knee cap, warm breath leaked through denim. “You brilliant young man you.”
He gasped and couldn’t form any new questions as her palm pressed over his hidden member and firmly rubbed. Pi’s lips, nose and teeth continued to travel up his thigh.
“You brilliant hard man you. Oh.” It was plain her spine was twitching with pleasure as well. Breast moved on and his toes stroked at her stomach as muscles beneath bunched. “We are going to change the world, you and I. First however, I think you need to rest and recuperate.”
He tilted his head to look down his fevered body at her just at as those smoldering eyes in the night hovered about where hand played with hidden and turgid meat. With all the grace of a stalking cat Pi moved fully onto the bed now. Her tail wrapped around a post tight in anticipation before letting go. Down her hips dipped so dripping folds would press and sear against the top of one of his foot for a moment. As Eddie curled his foot forward and toes teased at outer sex those inhuman eyes sparked.
“What are you?” The words barely tumbled from his lips. It was followed by the teeth of his zipper being pulled apart by her fingertips.
Mewling as her fingers curled around his cock still covered by soaked shorts Pi took a pleased moment to gauge his width and length before nuzzling his crotch like an affectionate kitten. Her hips ground slow and dirty against his foot now, feminine want oozing between his toes. “I am Pi. You solved my secrets and pulled me into Creation, Eddie.” Her lips nipped at his veiled tip. It was then that he felt one of her horns slid carefully under his shirt, graze at belly flesh. “I am a succubus. Oh and you need to cum.”
A whimper caught in the mortal’s throat because he really did need to. His balls were already aching and churning against one another. His animal like D&D brain was shouting warnings now but much like the rational side there was no way the rest of him was going to listen to it. “Yes.”
“Thank you.” Giddy Pi curled her fingers over the side of his boxers and pulled them down letting cooling air brush over his length and his scent fill her nostrils. Warm tongue, forked, ran along his central vein before her lips pressed petal tight and sucked salty pre-cum from the crown. Both horns sliced through the bottom of his shirt before she spread it away from his happy trail and brushed fingers through the soft hair. Their eyes locked along the length of his body and the time for talking was clearly done.
Back Eddie’s head pressed into his pillows as Pi lipped down the side of his cock. His hands meshed into her soft tresses of hair that curtained his pelvis now before massaging along scalp. One urged her with a firm press to swallow him. It then roamed to feel the pert horns that were so carefully pressing against his skin. They felt real and solid, complete with tender flesh around their base that made her chirp with excitement when touched.
That playful sound was washed way as her head lifted. Tongue brushed down as her hand pulled the skin of his manhood taunt. Then into the warm expanse of her mouth his full engorgement was taken. The demon purred as he pulled and pressed on her hair as well as played with the tender flesh at horn’s base. Likewise she was all but riding his foot now, pelvis churning against ankle and top in long moist strokes. Her wings twitched and there was a thud as one hit the stone wall and she squeaked against his member before chuckling at her clumsiness. He didn’t mind as pleasure straightened his legs. The way her laugh felt against his dick was intoxicating.
Working up and down with smooth bobs Pi savored every last trace of pre coursing around her tongue just as he savored the warm attentions she was gracing him. Every time she nearly lifted her face from him that soft tongue curled under crown and he gave out the appropriate gasp. Really Pi wasn’t being fair to other girls, human girls, being the first woman to give Eddie a blow job. No one else was ever going to compare. The hollows of her cheeks sucked in as hand moved from root to play and massage with his sack. Off of his cock she slurped even as her pussy pressed against the hard bone of his ankle. “So heavy with cum.”
She didn’t give him time to respond, stroking her cheek against his wet cock before nipping along scrotum. Her tail stroked up along the side of his other leg which was so taunt now, curled to pet against femoral artery. In time his other hand moved to the back of her skull cradling it and savoring the feel of those fur soft tresses between them and the strength of the bone beneath them. Her full breasts had settled against his thighs, stroking her nipples over rough denim. After a coo reverberated through his balls she sheathed him once again in her mouth. This time Pi wasn’t slowing down, sucking, licking, purring against his cock as she angled to deep throat him. It was an easy thing for the succubus to do with no hesitation, or gagging. Really Pi was just pleased at his length and size. It was nothing freakish on either the small or large scale.
Her heart raced in time with his as Eddie’s legs twitched and quivered. His toes curled and cries gurgled out of his throat. As her lips moved up her hand jerked back down his skin nearly sending him over the edge. It was clear however Pi wasn’t going to stop until she got what was hers. Slamming her face down onto him her motions became frantic, stomach tightening just as Eddie’s did. There was something about sucking off a guy and having him so fully appreciate it writhe with it she didn’t expect but appreciated. The way that this brainy human was trying to focus on having his toes tease at her apex was touching as well. Most men this close to cuming didn’t care. Due to his reciprocal nature she was giving it her all now, every time her mouth went up her hand smoothed back down over thick bone.
“Pi… I… I…” He turned his face to the pillow beside him and bit down into it trying to retain control as the mathematical seducer worked at his pleasure hard. She just chuckled with him in her mouth and throat and when she felt it swell just the right way Pi sucked long up the base.
Eddie wasn’t disappointed as he exploded and neither was Pi as the roof of her mouth and surface of her tongue were washed with ropey seed. Her eyes took on a higher level of sizzling shine behind bangs of hair and she rumbled as she pressed back down and milked at his squirting prick. Pi’s throat flexed as she drank his cum deep like an alcoholic pulling his vice from a long neck. It had been far too long since she’d tasted seed, drank it down. Oh and the enthusiasm and respect this young human had for the act? Once he was all but finished she made a breathy sigh against the side of his freed shaft.
“Oh Eddie you are going to be so much fun.” Then she snorted a bit in amusement as a last tiny jet of cum painted the side of her eye. Leaning away from his crotch she soothed it between her dirty pillows while kissing and nibbling at his stomach. “Thank you for that. Now try and get some sleep.”
“Sleep? I…” The human made the mistake of leaning up and meeting her eyes once more. Infernal magic curled around his mind and eyes fluttered closed before his body relaxed into a deep rest. Pi for her part wanted to cuddle but her little instrument was spent sexually, mentally and physically. She grinned watching his chest rise and fall, forearms folding under her chin. Lashes beat up and down and bat wings tried to stretch, before hitting the wall again.
Stag’s Head from www.lastslicestudios/scar. Steampunk action adventure, you can’t beat it.
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