by Lucy Wild
“I will come to you when it is done,” she replied as she glanced around her before disappearing back down the corridor, the door autoclosing behind her.
I walked as calmly as I could towards the bar to find Jared wasn’t there. He was instead standing by the curtain that led into the auditorium, oblivious to my approach as he stared at the stage in the distance.
I was about to tap him on the shoulder when I looked past him and froze to the spot. The show had moved on since I’d been in the box and now the man was laid on his back and the redhead was riding him as if he were a mechstallion, bouncing up and down on the shaft of his tool whilst the blonde woman sat on the man’s head, grinding her body agasint his face as the audience threw roses onto the stage.
“Oh it’s you,” Jared said, turning to face me and looking guilty as if he’d been caught watching something unsavoury, which I supposed he had. “Where have you been?”
I briefly told him what had occurred and together we walked as slowly as we could towards the entrance so as not to arouse suspicion. Once outside we waited until the steamcrate was airbound before unrolling the parchment.
“This is the last will and testament of Edwin Gauge and I wish it to also serve as my confession. That which you know as ardour is nought but a placebo. I was responsible for its creation with Mr William Hawkins and the profits made from the sale therein. I wish the money made by myself and William Hawkins, proprietor of Ardour music hall to be donated to the people of the gutter so that their condition may be improved.
I have visited the gutter in secret for many years and observed the degradation and poverty in which the inhabitants live and it shames me to think Gauge Industries played a hand in such things. As such I desire schools, orphanages, shops, parks, autolanding bays, all the things that are needed to create a civilised society in the gutter once more. Hawkins disagrees with my plans and I fear he has sent one to follow me to dissuade me from my decision.
I give this to my daughter for safekeeping as she is the only one in this world whom I can trust and she has agreed to handle the execution of my wishes and the disposal of my fortune in the way I desire. I wish the following to take place in the event of my death.”
The parchment went on, listing most of the assets of Gauge and how they should best be disposed of. I refolded the document and placed it gently in my pocket.
“You know Hawkins will not rest until this is in his possession once more,” Jared said as he set the steamcrate onto the mooring by my window.
“Then we must ensure it reaches as wide an audience as possible first,” I replied.
“You don’t mean-?”
I nodded. “Time to go to the council.”
“Why didn’t you say so before,” Jared said, setting off once more and sending the steamcrate upwards, past the top of my scraper to the island furthest north, the home of the council.
The sun was rising when we arrived and I found myself unable to stop thinking of Esmerelda. When we landed in the central park, the first of the morning’s mechhorses were already at work. We gathered two and rode them to the council building, finding Esmerelda standing outside, her face a mass of bruises.
“What happened?” I asked, dismounting and running over to her as the mechhorse vented steam behind me. “How did you get here so fast?”
From behind her, the man from the music hall stepped out, holding a fusegun to her head. “I gave her a lift,” he said, nodding towards my pocket. “Toss it over here.”
“Toss what? I have nothing of value.” I could see out of the corner of my eye that Jared had not been spotted. He moved behind a skydendron bush as I tried to buy us some time. “Just let Esmerelda go and we can discuss your concerns.”
“Stay still!” he yelled across to Jared. “Do you think I cannot see you behind there? Come out and join your companion.”
Jared stepped out from behind the bush, mouthing sorry at me as he walked over.
“Let her go,” Jared said, taking a step towards Hawkins.
“Do not toy with me,” Hawkins replied, waving the fusegun towards us. “I want the will. I know you have it. She sang like the most pathetic child’s springnightingale. Perhaps I will wind her and see if she sings again.” He leaned round to her chest and tweaked her nipple harshly through her top. She let out a yelp as I winced on her behalf.
“All right,” I said, moving my hand to my pocket. “But there is one thing you should know about me.” I reached into my pocket and wrapped my fingers round the item within.
“What?”
“I’m a great shot.” I twisted my hand towards him and pulled the trigger of the fusegun inside my pocket, tearing a hole in my cloak with the blast. The ray fired through the air and hit Hawkins square in the forehead, cleaving it in two as everything above his neck disintegrated. He slumped back against the door of the council building before sliding down to the ground.
“Oh my goodness,” Esmerelda said, running forwards and throwing her arms around me. “Thank you so much. I feared for us all when he dragged me to his steamcrate.”
“Hush,” I said, stroking her hair as I held her tightly against me. “It’s over now.”
“Not quite,” she replied, leaning back so she could look at me, tears forming in her eyes. I understood what she meant as Jared smiled at the two of us. We allowed the mechhorses to take us back to the steamcrate, leaving the parchment in Hawkins’s pocket, knowing that would be enough for the council.
Jared took us back down through the air to Esmerelda’s house on the next skyisland. He bade us good morning and flew off into the air to arrange the collection of the mayor’s body, leaving me alone with Esmerelda. She slipped her hand into mine as we walked through the park near her house, the first of the morning strollers enjoyed their constitutionals. I only had eyes for Esmerelda and she for me as we made our way to her front door. She unwound the elaborate springlock with her key and then we were inside a most palatial home.
The hall was filled with marble and stained glass, light streaming in from high windows above the front door. “Welcome to my home,” she said. “What do you think?”
“I think your entrance hall is the size of my whole house,” I replied, gazing around in wonder.
She smiled at me. “Well I get the feeling you may be staying here quite often.”
“Oh will I?”
She took a step towards me, draping her arms over my shoulder. “I hope so.” She planted a kiss on my lips and it felt as if I were a block of ice set down by the furnace at the heart of a steamscraper. The feel of her soft lips upon mine was something I shall never forget, that first perfect kiss. She held me tightly in her arms and I kissed every one of the bruises on her face whilst she complained bitterly how ugly they made her appear.
“You…look…beautiful,” I said, each word interspersed by another embrace. She finally forced me to stop, leading me up her wide staircase and along a thickly carpeted hall to an enormous bedroom. Within was a brass four poster bed draped with blankets and she bade me to sit on it. “Do not move until I say you can,” she said, stepping back from the bed. I sat in silence as she began to undress. She reached behind her to untie her corset, manhandling it in a way as comical as it was sensual until she was able to set free her chest. I stared at her breasts as lust welled up inside me at the sight of them.
My body grew ever hotter as she worked off her skirt and petticoats to reveal the thinnest and most expensive looking knickers I’d ever seen. They were as a gossamer cobweb, mere strands of fabric that covered little and yet hid the most intriguing part. She turned away from me and leaned down as she lowered them to her ankles and kicked them off, exposing her perfect pale bottom.
I had to fight the urge to stand up as she turned back and walked slowly over to me. “Your turn,” she said, pulling me to my feet and beginning to undress me. I remained still as she took my cloak from my shoulders before pulling at the rest of my clothes, kissing each bit of flesh which became exposed to
her gaze.
My nipples felt as hard as the skin of a mechpigeon as she lowered her lips to them, kissing between them, under them, over them, every inch of them until I ached for her to move lower. Instead she continued to tease me, her fingers stroking their way down my back to my buttocks before gliding down the line between my cheeks, making me shiver with desire.
I let out a sigh as she flicked the tip of her finger over the hole which lay hidden between my cheeks but then she moved on, sliding round to my legs as she sank to her knees and pushed me back onto the bed. I lay still as she kissed her way up my left foot to my ankle and then my calf. She paused at my knee and glanced up at me. “Is this a dream?” she asked.
“I hope not,” I gasped back to her as she continued kissing her way up my thigh towards my waiting wetness. I screamed with frustration as she bypassed my pussy and kissed her way up to my neck, planting an embrace on my lips before moving back down me. She stopped again at my pussy and this time her tongue flicked down over my clit to my hole before she worked her way back down my right leg to my foot, sucking each toe into her mouth in turn.
She again moved her lips up me and as she reached my pussy, she finally ending her torment of me by plunging her tongue inside me, lapping at the wetness which seemed to gush from me at the sensation of her being in my most intimate place.
She moved her mouth up to my clit as she slid her hand across to her drawer and brought out something I’d heard of but never seen beyond an engraving in a magazine, an autocock. She switched on the valve on the base and it began to pump back and forth in her hand, buzzing loudly as I looked nervously at it. “Will it hurt?” I asked as she moved it towards my pussy.
“Wait and see,” she whispered, sliding it towards the entrance to me. As the buzzing sensation touched my skin I lay back and closed my eyes, in heaven at once. The feel of it throbbing as if it were in tune with my very soul sent shudders of delight through me and I became wetter than ever. I groped at my breasts as she slid it an inch into me, the speed of it gradually increasing as it entered me. It slid back and forth in her hands, making the walls of my pussy tingle with delight. When she slid it all the way into me, it sped up further until it was moving at a greater pace than any man could manage. All the while it buzzed in an exquisite manner, making me moan out loud as Esmerelda smiled up at me. “Well,” she said, “does it hurt? Should I stop?”
“Oh God no,” I replied. “Don’t ever stop, not for a moment.”
She moved her mouth to my clit and began to lick and suck the engorged nub as the autocock thrust back and forth inside me. My entire body tensed up as I gripped the blankets in my fists, my toes curling into the carpet as a climax more powerful than I thought was possible burst from my clit and spread at lightning speed through my body. I could not speak nor hardly breathe until it had passed, all I could do was try not to pass out from the strength of it as my limbs twitched uncontrollably.
Esmerelda kept the autocock inside me as my orgasm faded and within minutes a second one hit me and then a third. I could take no more and pushed her hand back from me, my clit too sensitive to take anymore. She stood up as I gasped for air, holding the autocock out towards me.
I stared at it in wonder as she moved up the bed, kissing me as she came towards me. When she reached my mouth I plunged my tongue into her, kissing her deeply whilst staring into her eyes without blinking, not wanting to lose sight of her for even a second. I slowly rolled her onto her back and turned so my feet were by her head. I climbed onto her as she spread her legs and I caught my first sight of how wet she’d become from bringing me to climax.
I slid the autocock towards her pussy and almost lost hold of it as it entered her, finding it hard to keep a grip as wetness spread over the shaft to my fingers. I began to lick her clit as she had done to mine, listening to her moan as she reached up and kissed my pussy, her hands caressing my buttocks. She nudged a finger into my bottom as I lapped at her nub, bringing her to a climax in under a minute as her whole body tensed up and her breathing became heavy on my pussy.
As she recovered I heard her move her arm to her drawer and then a second autocock was in me, this one easing between my buttocks and entering my most private hole. This was something I’d never indulged in before but the autocock was slimmer than the first as well as slower but the buzzing was far stronger and it spread through to my clit from the inside of me, making me moan into her pussy as I lost the ability to care about how naughty her invasion of me was, wanting only to climax again.
I slid the autocock from her pussy and moved it lower as she pushed her hips upwards. I caught sight of her puckered private hole and pushed the autocock towards it. At first I thought it wouldn’t fit but then she seemed to stretch just enough for it to glide inside. It moved so fast it became a blur but she seemed to not find it painful, instead screaming for me to plunge deeper into her, thrusting up towards me.
As her fingers entered my pussy, I ground down onto her until I reached my own climax just as she reached hers, the two of us groaning and writhing on the bed as our pussies and bottoms spasmed and contracted over and over.
At last we could take no more and panting for breath we lay side by the side, the autococks switched off beside us. I turned onto my side and draped an arm across her as she looked at me with a beaming smile upon her face. “How has this happened?” she asked. “I barely know you and yet I feel as if I’ve always known you.”
“I know,” I replied, my eyes half closed as tiredness washed over me. “Perhaps there was something in the ardour after all.”
“Maybe,” she agreed, her eyes drooping as well. “Promise me something though.”
“Anything.”
“Use both of the autococks on me next time.”
I leaned over and kissed her. “Only if you promise to do the same to me.”
She nodded as her eyes closed and then I was left staring at her sleeping form as the day rolled on outside. I thought about everything that had happened since Jared had appeared at my window. The mayor was dead. I had killed two men. The council would need to elect a new leader. Would they accept Gauge’s daughter? Could Esmerelda take control of things? Bring civilisation back to the gutter? Then a thought struck me. We knew who’d killed the mayor but the body of the boy had somehow slipped from my mind. There was still his killer out there, the one the nightowls feared and the scraperdwellers used to scare their children to sleep. Suddenly all thought of sleep left my mind and I sat up in bed, thinking hard. How could I have forgotten about him?
I got to my feet and dressed in silence, hoping she would not awaken. I hated to leave her there but I could not rest until I knew we were safe from the undergrounder who was still out there. I leaned over the bed and kissed Esmerelda on the forehead before slipping out of the room and seeking out the mechpigeon room. It was filled with waiting messengers and I wrote two missives. One was to Jared asking him to collect me and take me to the underground, hoping he would be brave enough to agree to accompany me. The other I sent skywards in a wide loop so it would return to Esmerelda and tell her where I would return shortly. I watched the mechpigeons fly up into the clouds as I wondered whether I would be able to come back at all.
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