Steampunk Smut (viewer discrstion advised, do not let your mother know you read this!)

[Rick hunter]

Edward loved the feeling of the clouds in his face, almost more so than the feeling of a woman on his cock. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his quartermaster, Lizabeth. She was a beautiful woman. She already had a slender build, with an ample bosom. Her rear was supple. Just the sight of the woman made him harder than the bronze plating on his ship. 

Her curves were only amplified by the violet corset, that matched her amethyst eyes. He dark brown hair with its natural silver highlights. She was the moon on his ship, a beauty that was a mysterious as she was beautiful. Night was due to fall, and he looked at another crew member he trusted to steer his ship for the night.

He looked at Lizabeth, "Quartermaster, I would like to see you in my quarters later." 

"I will report when ready captain," she replied, turning to look at Edward.

He let his eyes linger on her form for a second, before walking down the steps of the fore-deck, and into the core of his ship. He walked through the narrow hallways, until he came to his quarters. To most airship captains, his room was small. Edward liked it because it was big enough to accommodate him, and the occasional woman.

Edward started reading a small book, and almost forgot he had invited Lizabeth. That was until there was a knock on the door. He stood up, and brushed himself off, "Come in."

Lizabeth came into the room and closed the door behind her. "Did you want to talk about something?" she asked, folding her arms behind her back. She stood with one foot behind the other. Her body looked off-balance, but she stood perfectly still, as if she were a statue.

"More or less," Edward said as he walked closer to her. He put his hand on her shoulder, and to his surprise, her body was expelling a large amount of heat. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was unexpected.

"Captain?" She asked, taking a small step back, her voice was unsure. He knew that she was still a virgin, and didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," he took his hand away from her shoulder. This was just a different approach to these types of girls. His door was already locked, and she was going anywhere. He had studied her personality for a quite some time, and he knew exactly how this interaction would end.

"Captain..." she took two steps forward.

Edward put his hands on her hips, and smiled, "Call me Edward," he pressed his lips to hers, taking in the sensation of her warm skin on his own lips. He felt Lizbeth's deft hands unbutton his vest, and slide it down his shoulder. 

He moved his arms so that the vest fell to the ground, and started to loosen her corset.  When he finished, he slide his hand to her cheeks and deepened the kiss. He felt her hardened nipples press against his chest. He removed her hat with his free hand, and pulled her towards the bed. He turned, and gently lowered her. He slide off his loosened pants, and watched her remove her skirt. The only thing that protected her core were her solid black panties. 

He knelt down, and began kissing the inside of her calf, trailing up to her upper thigh. He hooked his thumbs around her waist band, and pulled down her underwear. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, and ran his tongue around the edges of her slit. He ran the tip of his tongue inside of her core, taking a taste of her juices. He inhaled her scent, then dove into her love canal. He heard small moans of pleasure coming from her, and withdrew his tongue. He stood up and removed his final pieces of clothing. He crawled onto the bed, and put his hands on either side of her face. "Are you ready he asked?" his emerald eyes, looking into her amethyst.

She nodded, "Aye, Captain." He gently pushed his sex inside of hers, he felt her hymen break before he hilted himself inside her. She had been moaning out of both pain and pleasure. Edward groaned, and was enraptured by her warmth. After a few seconds of letting her adjust to his size, he started pumping his hips. He moved one of his hands to her thigh, and wrapped it around him. He felt her do the same with her opposite leg, and pull him closer. Their position caused him to thrust deeper into her vaginal canal. 

Her walls massaged his cock as he pumped faster and faster. Her moans only encouraging him as they got louder. He felt her walls clamp down, and her body begin to shake. She was orgasming, and he still had ways to go before he came.

Edward stopped for a brief second, "How does it feel?" he asked, then started thrusting into her again, slower than before. Her juices were lubricating his cock, and it slipped in and out. 

"It felt great," she said, moaning softly at his thrusts.

Edward took his cock out of her folds, "Sit up," he said, holding out his hand. She took his hand, and let him pull her into sitting position. He held his cock at face level with her, "Open up."

"But... isn't..." She wasn't able to finish the sentence, Edward used her speech as the opening he wanted. He pushed until the tip of his cock was as far down her throat as possible. It was almost as tight as her pussy, but he withdrew when he felt her gagging. He took his cock out completely and let her look at it, "Now, next time you can do it willingly, or I can stuff it down myself."

Lizabeth took the hint, and held his cock in her hand, gently rubbing it. She didn't know what to do, and was inexperienced. She held out her tongue, and licked the bottom of his shaft, and slowly worked her way to the tip. "How does it feel?" she asked.

"That's good, now take it in your mouth."

She followed his instructions, and put the tip of his cock inside of her mouth. She started bobbing back and forth, and stroking his cock at the same time. Each time she got deeper, eventually she moved her hands to his hips, and deepthroated his cock.

It wasn't long before it was throbbing inside her mouth, begging to release his load inside of her throat. He grabbed her head, and thrusted inside, pushing his cock as deep as he could, and blowing his seed into her stomach. He stepped back after he felt the last of his seed leave his cock, and let her fall to the bed, exhausted.

He took a deep breath, and turned her so that she was on the bed completely. He laid behind her, and pulled her close. His arms wrapping around her waist. She turned in his grip to face him, her breasts pressed against his chest again. She slipped her leg between his, and kissed his neck. "Orders Captain?" she asked against his skin.

"Sleep, tonight I am Edward. In the morning I'm Captain."

"Aye Captain," she giggled. She nipped his skin, leaving a red mark. "I know how you are, and I hope you know, you are mine."

Those words filled Edward with dread. What the hell did he just get himself into? He sighed, then closed his eyes. He felt Lizabeth fall asleep before he did, and followed her soon after.

The End

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