Steampunk Vibes Novels & Stories

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2 Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening. My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

Steaming Temptation The water bubbled warmly around my body as I slipped into the neighbor’s hot tub at 1:15 AM, the steam rising into the cool night air. I knew I was trespassing, but after another fight with my boyfriend, I needed an escape. The backyard was dark except for the soft blue glow of the tub lights. I had seen Lucas using it many nights from my bedroom window, the tall, muscular single dad next door who always seemed to be working out or relaxing alone.

It was a city bathed in neon lights and steam coming off various buildings… There were towers made of brass that were also filled with glowing signs, gears turning on rooftops, and alleyways with bright crimson light as the train entered the city… It looked like something out of a fever dream. It was beautiful, seductive, and it felt as if something was wrong. Farrah leaned closer to the window as she couldn’t believe it. It was like a Steampunk City that could only be seen in the movies or read in the books. Then, with a soft hiss, the train doors slid open. A gust of warm, perfumed air swept inside… It was sweet and metallic, like roses and rust mixed together…

It began the moment the sun rose on her eighteenth year. The girl’s breath faltered as if some unseen fire had been lit beneath her skin, spreading quick and merciless. By the time the household stirred, she was already trembling, her palms slick, her pupils blown wide. The scent came next…sharp, sweet, intoxicating…rolling off her like smoke from a blaze. Whispers rippled through the pack. Some turned away, muttering prayers. Others lingered, unable to stop themselves from inhaling that dangerous perfume. Every head lifted, every gaze followed her restless movements as she stumbled through the hall like a creature no longer tethered to her own will.

Finn's POV The steam rose around me, thick and heavy, curling up from the scalding water that filled the vast bathtub. I'd never seen a place like this - marble floors shimmered beneath the flickering glow of golden sconces, their light dancing across walls covered in mosaics of wolves and crescent moons. A stained-glass window loomed high above, a snarling beast etched in hues of crimson and gold, its colors bleeding through the haze. The air choked with lavender, undercut by something feral and musky that clawed at my senses. It was extravagant, luxurious, elegant in a way that crushed me down, made me feel like a rat skulking through a Prince's hall. Lycidas' palace, reborn under his crue

The wings moved again. And the water quietly rippled around them once more. The soft ripples smoothed into a steady rhythm, as if the tub had its own heartbeat. The steam drifted thickly, a soft veil in the air, blurring everything beyond this moment. The colors of the world retreated into the cracks of the wood, the gaps in the stone, leaving only the two bodies—skin on skin, breath against breath.

"These are stockings, actually. Here, feel for yourself." His thick, rough palm landed on my thigh. It was calloused and coarse. The feel of that hand only made me hungrier. He even slipped his fingers up toward the hem of my skirt and gave me a squeeze underneath. "Well, I'll be. They are stockings. Real smooth, too." He pulled the fabric of my stockings up and let it snap back down with a smack. His grin widened, and suddenly something about it felt familiar. It reminded me of Steve Axwell, my neighbor.

As I approached the entrance, I could hear the birds chirping and the laugh of people nearby, conversations that mixed in with the noise. My eyes adjusted at the brightness after squinting, slowly opening my eyes – I could smell the fresh air in my nose, the cool air that hit my skin right when I stepped out of the tent. I could see the Mavi’s casting their element of water to a dummy, slashing through it, some were filling a bucket through a well, waving their hand up in motion and water sloshing in the bucket, some others were having fun splashing each other with their powers. Tents of tents lined up, a few stalls stood in a few corners, trading clothes for weapons and buying food for a p

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

He lay her ack on the bed and leaned over to kiss one nipple. "Like a cherry on vanilla ice cream" he told her as he took it in his lips and sucked. Oh yeah she tasted good, he was really going to enjoy this. While he was sucking her nipple he let one hand wander down through her forest of red hair and ran a finger between her vulva lips. She was dry but he figured he could take care of that. The gentle sucking and fingering of her clitoris was making Kim's pussy moisten, and her nipples get hard, she couldn't help it. Her mind wasn't excited but her body didn't care who was making it feel good.