Steampunk

"Good, then I think a little celebration is in order," replied Mina. She looked at the two men. "You two pop along to the galley and bring back what's in the top left hand cupboard."

"Yes, miss," said Thorold as he and Black hurriedly left.

Mina looked with naked desire at Sarah, who blushed an even deeper red and looked shyly at Mina.

"What should I do, Miss?" she asked, nervously twisting her fingers.

"Nothing you don't want to do," smiled Mina as she finally settled in a comfortable position in the chair. She eased her legs apart slightly and her ankle-length skirt fell open along the side seam, exposing her long, perfect legs, silk stockings and her lack of underwear.

Sarah gasped aloud in shock and desire, falling to her knees as her eyes locked on the beautiful pink mound between Mina's thighs. She leaned forward and moved Mina's skirts further apart, staring intently at the pussy that was beginning to gently quiver in excitement, and without conscious though Sarah plunged her face into the glorious fleshy peach.

Mina cried out in delight as she felt Sarah's tongue push itself deeply inside. Her pussy throbbed in desire and as Sarah thrust higher inside Mina felt the immediate, glorious sensations of her orgasm. A tingle spread out between her thighs, the first hint that the mighty flood was building.

The sensation grew in intensity and radiated out over her body, increasing the build-up of wild sexual pressure inside Mina's trembling torso and legs until with a roaring gush her pussy expanded and covered Sarah's tongue and face with a deluge of hot juice.

Mina bucked in joy as the savage, powerful, stimulation flooded through her body and washed over her mind, blasting her upper consciousness away in the flood of raw pleasure. She gave in totally to the ecstasy of the moment, her nipples engorging in desire as they thrust upwards and tasted the cool air of the ship as her chest spilt out of her corset.

Sarah gasped in pleasure as she licked frenziedly at Mina's hot, sweet essence, pushing her tongue ever deeper into Mina's pussy. Her tongue explored Mina's interior with increasing vigour, probing from side to side as she tasted each wall and Mina's clitoris before plunging further up inside the hot, blissful cavern.

Mina squirmed and groaned before releasing a throaty roar of delight, corresponding to the roar of pure lust and bliss that burst from between her legs as she came. Her juices exploded outwards, showering Sarah's face and hair.

Mina shuddered and gasped as she wrapped her long, powerful legs around Sarah's body, grabbing Sarah's head in her hands in order to grind her face into her sopping wet cunny. Another spurt of clear liquid joy splashed onto Sarah, drenching her face and hair. Mina's eyes snapped open as her climax eased and she saw Thorold and Black had returned from the galley, Thorold clutching two bottles of champagne while Black held a tray on which were a huge bowl of greenhouse strawberries and a pint jug of cream. Both were watching entranced as Sarah pleasured Mina.

"Look lively, boys," gasped Mina as Sarah broke contact to turn and look at the two men. "We're both hungry for more than food."

Holcombe shivered and pedalled faster, increasing the heat of the water. Finally, he had a warm shower and he reached for the soap and began soaping himself down. He was filthy after spending the day in the factory, moving bodies and debris and it took some time before his lean, muscled frame was clean. The noise of the pump and the drumming of the water in the tin bath meant that Holcombe didn't hear the door to his chamber open. It was only when he finished showering and turned around that he saw Mina standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at him with an angry expression on her face.

Despite his surprise, Holcombe's face betrayed little. He reached for a towel and covered himself. "Yes, Lady Trelawney?"

"Lady Trelawney?" snapped Mina. "You used to call me by my first name."

"Things have changed," replied Holcombe, who knew of the minefield that was social niceties and rank in modern Britain.

"Not with me," retorted Mina as she strode back into Holcombe's bedchamber.

He followed, pulling on a dressing gown.

"We're going to rebuild and have the company back the way it was. Is that understood?"

"Perfectly," snapped Holcombe, his blank face momentarily breaking under the pressure of the day and in being spoken to in such a brusque manner. He and Mina had always got on very well in the past.

"Good," said Mina, looking away from him. Her mind was churning with the day's events and with seeing Holcombe's attractive body in the shower. She felt that she was somehow betraying the dead in having a reaction to his physical beauty and this made her feel even angrier toward the world. "We'll start early. I don't want to waste any time."

"Fine," snarled Holcombe, his eyes red rimmed.

"Have you got a problem?" demanded Mina, swinging round to look at him.

"A problem?" echoed Holcombe in disbelief. "My friends have been slaughtered, the business may not survive, your uncle treats us like dirt and you're acting exactly the same way that he does."

"How dare you say that?" hissed Mina, her dark eyes flashing and turning almost black.

"Because it's the truth," snapped Holcombe. "If you don't like it, you can give me the sack. That's what your sort does, isn't it, whenever anyone talks out of turn? Just get rid of them and to hell with decency."

Mina strode forward and slapped Holcombe, her face breaking with fury and grief.

Holcombe shoved her back with a snarl. Mina flew at him, her hands outstretched, and began pummelling at his body. Holcombe flung her round, his size and strength giving him the advantage as Mina wasn't fighting with precision but was instead flinging wild, grief-laden punches, though the few that landed directly almost knocked the wind from his body.

Mina screamed in anger and pain as she lashed out, but Holcombe managed to grab her wrists and hold her tightly. Mina trembled violently as the horrors of the day washed over her and she lashed out with her foot, kicking against Holcombe, her uncle, the unknown killers of her parents and the whole, uncaring world.

Holcombe swore in pain and collapsed on the floor, dragging Mina down with him.

She landed on top of his body and felt his cock pressing through the thin material of her skirt.

Fern led the being up the stairs and into her bedroom. She closed the door behind them and laughed. “I don’t know what you could hope to do for me here.”

The being widened his stance and tilted his stiff head toward the floor. “Look.”

A long rod protruded out from between the two wider metal legs. The wide tip formed a curved triangular shape.

Fern raised her eyebrows.

The bolts glowed bright red.

Fern reached out and touched the metallic member and felt a peculiar buzzing emanating from deep within. “Oh my…what is this?”

“Something extra so I may serve you with greater pleasure than in life.”

Fern stood frozen and stared. “I see…”

“May I?” The being stretched his metallic arm toward her, brushing her arm with tubular fingers.

His touch shocked her at first and she tried to pull away.

“Please,” the machine begged. “Close your eyes.”

She followed his command.

“Now stand still and listen to me…feel me…” His hot breath blew up her arms to her neck and into her ear. “Fern, make love to me.”

She tried dismissing the experience, knowing her husband was indeed dead, but the more the being spoke to her, breathed his scent on her, the more she knew her husband must be inside the metal shell.