A Steam and Spells Steampunk Adventure
Empire of the Sky, Book 2
Steampunk Romance
Date Published: March 1, 2024
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
Things are going well for Cressida. Egged on by Marjorie, the spirit who
has taken shelter in her mind, Jacob proposes marriage as they flee the moon
and its goblin king. However bigger things are at stake, and their mission
to save all of humanity is jeopardized by mistrust and magical chicanery.
Sexual energy flares as the danger to the empire overflows in an orgy of
lust and violence. Can Jacob and Cressida’s love survive?
EXCERPT
Copyright ©2024 Mikala Ash
December 1865 — Earthbound
Making love in the absence of gravity is a pleasure experienced by few. In
this regard my beloved fiancé Jacob and I, and of course Marjorie,
made full use of the three-day journey from the moon. Whenever the mood to
clicket like a pair of foxes took us — as it often did — we’d strap
ourselves into our cocoon — the Lunarians’ term for the soft woollen
bag designed to keep slumbering space travellers from drifting about — and
had at it with unbridled enthusiasm.
We were not the only ones. The dozen or so “marionettes” — as
Jacob termed the human bodies possessed by the spirits of goblins — also
took every opportunity to experience the joy of sex. In their natural form,
the small leathery-winged creatures, which resembled the ugly statues of
gargoyles, were denied by their nervous systems the ability to derive
pleasure from copulation. For them, the act of coitus was simply a
procreational chore, and so the ecstasy of sexual intercourse that the human
body provided was to them as addictive as laudanum is to opium eaters.
Thus, the mid-section of the ship presented a scene straight from a
nightmare. Cocoons bolted to the metal wall jostled their neighbours as they
twisted and bucked like angry caterpillars. The contortions were accompanied
by a discordant symphony of grunts, groans, and ultimate cries of climactic
release.
I blush to recall that Jacob and I were no different. I was in seventh
heaven with his cock relentlessly sliding, piston-like, in and out of my
accommodating quim, causing my heart to gallop and my breathing to quicken
into ragged gasps. I wasn’t alone, of course. Marjorie was enjoying it
as well, albeit deep inside my head.
Oh, his cock is so very hard, she bellowed.
She didn’t have to tell me that. I could feel every inch of his rigid
shaft stretch my tight fleshly sheath. Having a ghost possess me had added a
new dimension to the constant monologue people conduct with themselves in
their heads. Marjorie knew my thoughts before I could even express them to
myself, and she had access to all my memories as well. The most amazing fact
of her residency in my mind was that she could “feel” everything
I did, from stubbing my toe to the ecstasy of sexual climax, and everything
in-between.
Marjorie could also massage my body from the inside, as it were,
stimulating my nipples and nub, and creating the sensations that Jacob would
make with lips, tongue, fingers, and cock. She was thoroughly enjoying her
demise, making liberal use of this ability, and wasn’t a passive
member of our unconventional ménage which united the living and the
dead.
I’m not dead, she would protest. Just misplaced, and very grateful I
found you.
Murdered while she was a virgin, Marjorie’s spirit had, for some
unknown reason, been irresistibly drawn to me, and had possessed my body to
alert Jacob and I that her corpse had been stolen from her grave.
Marjorie’s body was now possessed by a goblin who named herself
Esther. One of our goals once on Earth was to return Marjorie to her
rightful home. We were confident that I could perform the swap, as I had
successfully done the same for Jacob in the chamber of the dead on the
moon.
That Esther was writhing in ecstasy in the cocoon next to us, being
ploughed enthusiastically by her so-called husband Warrick, both angered and
intrigued her. He’s fucking her now, she said bitterly. I wonder what
his cock feels like.
“Ugh!” I groaned, as much in disgust on her behalf as from the
jolt of Jacob’s thrust. A half dozen followed, and my rising
excitement was reflected in the increasing cadence of my whimpers and
moans.
Jacob paused, his body tensed, but not from imminent climax.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Something’s changed. I’ll have a look.”
Now that we were not wholly engaged in pleasure, I noticed that the
previously muffled grunts and groans were no longer stifled, but clear as a
bell. I lifted Jacob’s arm so I could see out of our woollen shell.
The agitated caterpillars, not content to remain in their cocoons, had
erupted like butterflies from their chrysalides. With no gravity to keep
them to the floor they twisted and tumbled through the air until the space
became a mass of undulating human flesh. Jacob and I remained inside our
woollen bag. The thought of intimacy with stolen bodies repelled us.
I shuddered at the memory of fucking the king of the Lunarians, Mon Ilson,
and his concubine Gloria, but that had been in the cause of buying time and
favour till our escape. I had only suffered the act by imagining I was
making love to Jacob and Marjorie.
My memory of that awkward situation was suddenly interrupted by our cocoon
being ripped open, and before I could react, Jacob and I were separated by
gentle but insistent hands. In an instant Esther was kissing Jacob full on
the mouth.
About the Author
Aussie Mikala Ash used to be a mild-mannered training & development
consultant by day, and a wild sci-fi and paranormal adventure writer by
night. Now she is a brazen full-time writer and nature photographer who is
concentrating on having among other things, “… bags, and bags
of fun!” Mikala can be found on Facebook and on Twitter.
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