Lindenberg, a Steampunk tale (Closed for siobhancan99)

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" Lleidr-slei is fine. He is currently alphabetizing nails with three different linguistic scripts on them. None match correctly. He is in year four. I have a warding spell that makes him have to fulfill a contract before he can return. To not fulfilling the task, he is injured by Angelic energy. Great information. I know his true name and can't resist coming to my call. He gets tedious tasks instead of a soul. Great spell, but it costs money as lambs are not cheap." Emilia says as she has a good dough going and smiles, and she begins to knead it.

'Besides, he comes now without the lambs. He is also a small figure, the lowest-ranking member of the hierarchy. So he loves betraying his superiors. Such is the life of Lleidr-seil, the cat-sized demon." She giggled again as she pointed to the drawstring.

"That summons my Butler. Give him the meat order. Though seems you lingered on sausage. Wonder why Penelope wants some sausage!" Emila continued as the brunette began to stuff the bread into a pan, then pulled out some center dough. After that, she runs her hand under the sink and playfully flicks water off her fingertips at the smaller woman. Emilia was warm and playful, enjoying long-denied company. She made a swift twist and grabbed the vegetables, giving Peneplope a hip bump before moving back into her station, where a cutting board and butcher block rested.

 

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"I didn't say sausage at all you vile woman" She laughed and bumped her employer back with her hip. "I think you have sausage on the brain. Should I make myself scarce while you summon some nice gentleman to take care of all your phallic food related needs?" She waggled her eyebrows, then crossed her arms again, leaning back against a nearby counter as she watched the woman cook. "I mean you have quite a large house and all so I'm sure you can ravish some poor man or girl without interruption but as your bodyguard I'd probably need to come running if I heard any screaming. Even if it was just someone calling out for the deity of their choice."

 

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Emilia faigned pouting. Then came a giggle as she pulled the rope, and her butler arrived.

The steam-powered copper metal robot in a black suit and bowler hat. A black steel mustache and monocle. He comes in and tips his hat. "Mistress, I see you need me"

"Yes can you get me some eel" She says as she looks to Penelope and points to the peppers, onion garlic and other veggies.

'Get to cutting those, We'll need to cook them in the pot." She sees Cogsworth Bow and head to the freezer. As he leaves she puts her hand on her hip and then gives Penelope a predatory look.

"Or else you'll end up that woman who needs rescuing form the dangerous pleasure that is me"

 

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Penelope laughed brightly and without malice "oh? are you a wicked seductress of young women then? a stealer of virtue? should I cry out for help in the hope some brawny passer by would come to my rescue?" She rested her hand on Amelia's, giving it a light squeeze "well we don't want to risk that do we?" She grabbed a knife and started making short work of the vegetables. The quality of the kitchen's cutlery was first rate, and she had cut many... many... vegetables in her time in the monastery. She looked over at Amelia, giving her a soft smile "So you cook, you summon demons, you steal the virtue of young ladies. IS there anything else I should be aware of before rushing headlong into this?"

 

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"I'm a Selfless Lover, "Emilia giggles. She heads to the sink to wash her hands. She grabs some oil and another bowl. She adds a bit of oil and begins adding a few seasonings. The tall woman began to slide the bowl over and left it in front of her. Strangely, Emilia stood behind Penelope. She leaned over to watch as Penelope cut her golden eyes intent on the chopping.

"So Smooth, how do you do that?" She asked her face right next to Penelope's, the larger brunette not opposed to invading the smaller woman's personal space.

Her hands slipped up to rest on Penelope's shoulder, and she squeezed strongly and firmly. Gently, she began to knead and rub the flesh through the cloth.

 

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Penelope sighed as her shoulder was rubbed. This was exactly the kind of familiarity that got her last employer's brother paralyzed. Well, not exactly. that hand had been rather lower. Somehow here though, ti was more welcome. Maybe it was her impression she could stop it at any time. Maybe it was just that she liked Amelia as a person, even if she was the strangest person she'd ever met. The touch felt good, and she realized just how starved for physical affection she'd been for years now. She swallowed, but felt her body relaxing and accepting the gentle massage. She made a soft affirmative sound, wanting to encourage the woman without breaking the unwritten class rules that should dictate their behavior towards each other in the stratified society of Lindberg.

"The knife itself tells us how to go." She flicked the knife around in her skilled fingers "the edge of the blade and its shape instructs the hand how to move, the keenness of the edge allows it to flow through the vegetables as if they are water. All things in harmony with their purpose." She smiled "When you understand exactly what the knife wants to do, it becomes as easy as anything." Her hand deftly moved, swiftly making cuts, leaving thin pieces of perfectly cut vegetable on the cutting board. "Of course, it helps to have had to do this for an entire monastery every day. As one of the newest initiates I had kitchen duty quite a bit." She grinned over at Amelia, not moving, not wanting to do anything that would take the hand off of her. She moved the vegetables deftly around the surface as she took another "So experience, an eye for the knife. You have very good knives. if you press down too much the knife will get caught. if you glide the knife across with gentle downward pressure, it will slice very fine and very swiftly."

 

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"Well, yeah, I know one of the best knife makers in town. Saved his wife and unborn child at the time from a possession," Emilia says. As she lets her right hand move down your arm, her hand and arm align with yours to get a feel for your position. She smiles as her head rests on your shoulder.

"Continue, we can call it hands-on learning," she says, pressing herself up next to your back. Her other hand slid down to rest on your hip. Still, she seemed to hover, gentle yet sturdy. Supporting you while observing the chopping. Cogsworth returned and set the eel down, bid both of you farewell, and left.

"You smell nice."Emilia said softly in Penelope's ear before she giggled." Also, this is a solid stance. Keep going, I follow suit."

 

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"You seem very handsy, yes." Penelope chuckled, continuing to deftly slice through the vegetables, working with speed to get them done. at the comment she laughed "well I've recently had a bath you see." She rolled her eyes, but her tone was playful, inviting perhaps. She pressed her ass gently back into Amelia, surprised at her own boldness, then swept away the chopped vegetables "So what is it you want done with the eel?" not moving away, letting the other woman continue to sort of envelope her in her buxom embrace.

 

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Emilia giggles as she whispers in Penelope's ear. " Maybe not Handsy enough." It was a statement. Followed by a soft kiss on the smaller woman's cheek, then a kiss on her neck.

When asked about the eel, Emilia tensed and took a step forward. "How about we worry about that later? I am in the mood for something more exotic". Pressed into Penelope, her hands found their way onto her waist. One slid up to tease the soft flesh of Penelope's bosom. The other hand moved down to run across her inner thigh before moving up between her shapely thighs. Fingers soft through the fabric flesh in hopes of prying Penelope open. Open to Emilia's passion, her beastial side seemed drawn to the velvet tan skin of this woman.

 

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"This is highly inappropriate Lady Vosk" She said, intending to be stern. The sternest maybe. Reality was far from intention however. Her words fell from her lips with the tinge of a moan. Her toned body pressed back, seeing the voluptuousness of the woman behind her. Her nipple perked against the crimson of her top and her kohled eyes closed as her olive skin flushed with burgeoning desire. She felt it, craved it, the way the confident movements of Amelia's hands made her want to be touched as never before. She wanted to learn how to please a woman, and wanted to be pleased herself, over and over. To be consumed in the heat of Amelia's demonic passion. She groaned "We should not." Her hand moved to cover Amelia's, to take it away and put it somewhere less intrusive and yet.... it pressed the larger woman's hand more firmly against her small pert breast. Her ruby lips parted to emit a pleasured sound "It's just a terrible idea." Her hips rocked, grinding back into the other woman as her body and mind fell under the spell of those confident, intrusive touches. She breathed through flared nostrils, suddenly aware of the scent of Amelia through the normal scents of the kitchen. Her legs parted, letting the lady's hand slip between to touch her through the silk of her skirt, the pressure of those fingers eliciting another soft growl. "Dammit" she pressed back into Amelia, dragging nails down along her arm as she's held.

"Just this once."

 

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Emilia leaned in, her mouth kissing on the neck before she pulled away and whispered in Penelope's ear."Then let's proceed."

She spins the smaller woman around. Her hand went to the smaller woman's chin. Gently, she lifts it and lets her lips touch. As she lets that happen, the other reaches around and dips it below her waist and begins to lift the skirt slowly and surely. For the taller woman, she needed access. The aristocrat had done this before, many times, yet in her mind, she was a bit nervous and hesitant. Why did she hesitate? Inside, Emilia wanted to devour Penelope. Squeeze her until the oil pops like the ripe Olive she was, instead of hesitation. She pulls away again, her Golden eyes looking into Penelope's brown.

She darts as she begins to kiss down her exposed neck, as her other hand tugs down seeking to expose more flesh to the light of the room. God, the smell and feel of this woman was something else. Once freed, the hand seizes on the soft flesh of the beautiful bosom that was Penelope. First, it was soft and supple, a gentle tease of a cat's paw, hard fingertips. Fingers slowly move up, coming to the edge of the areola before moving back down.

While her lips teased the soft, exposed neck, her left hand manipulated the round breast, the right having fully pulled the skirt up, let her hand slide around and tease the hips, dancing across the flesh with soft, supple praise. After a few lingering moments, Emilia's deft hand slipped in and teased the thighs. It was all Emilia could do to wait; passion and reason fought hard enough to affect her progress. She waited with her hand now teasing the fur-clad plevis, waiting to dip down and run through the velveteen folds. Though something held her back, the feral beast seemed cowed enough at something to allow Emilia doubt. So the woman teased, yet didn't jump right in.

 

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Picking up on Amelia's slight hesitation, Penelope managed to find her voice "I've never done this before but I'm not made of glass." She slid her fingers through the hair at the nape of the other woman's neck, then kissed her lips, finding them strangely soft and refreshingly devoid of mustache. She sighed and pressed her lithe athletic frame against the curvy woman, feeling the demanding nature of her wandering hands. It was thrilling to be wanted like that, to feel the urgency of that touch and to know she inspired it. Her lips parted in a gasp, loving the pressure of that hand against her breast, the saucy intrusion of the other between her thighs.

The heat crept through her, skin flush with arousal, with her own rising want for the woman pinning her against the counter. Her long red nails trailed down Amelia's arms, leaving soft trails of pink in their wake. Her luminous brown eyes looked up into her employer's, then she closed them as she drew her down into another kiss. The taste of her, the scent of her, they were intoxicating in a way her few male partners had certainly not been. Her thighs spread of their own volition as she felt the hand fumbling between her legs and she shifted subtly, rocking towards those fingers to get them where she suddenly so badly needed them to be. "It's ok touch me." She could handle the beast, if the beast arose. Hopefully it didn't, hopefully they could have an interlude as two women finding a moment of passion and solace, but if it came to it she was, indeed, not made of glass.

 

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Emilia loved the taste and texture of Penelope's lips. She was small and compact compared to the broad and athletic Emilia. Emilia pulled her mouth away to then kiss and suckle the soft supple flesh of the smaller woman's neck. As Penelope braced herself on the larger frame, the larger lady let her left hand trace the soft raised flesh of the exposed areola. Teasing it with her semi-rough fingertips. After clockwise, then counter clockwise, she pinches the nipple quickly before gently letting it rubbing the tip.

Meanwhile, Emlia's right slide right up, letting the fingers meet lips. Quickly, the Noblewoman rotated her wrist to allow her thumb to press on the hood. A slender digit slipped in, moving from fore to aft and back. It was slow and sensual. A feel for the new instrument of pleasure before her. Emilia then slipped a second letting it too join the slow, sensual path. Doing so, the experienced woman sought to bring more and more moans outta Penelope. It was something Emilia did for the ladies. It was something that she was perfecting, mind you, for the Noblewoman, her subjects were selective and often paid for, but the results showed promise. Emilia strangely thought Penelope deserved this, and thus, the raven-haired woman would abide by her instincts.

One finger began to move, then the other moved in a countermove. Slowly, the pair of fingers alternated, trotting within her. Two fingers working as tiny legs peddling, seeking to draw more and more passion and pleasure from the slender frame. Almost on queue, the thumb worked in a lazy, many a simple side-to-side motion. This was the trump card Emlila planned. This very move would make or break the moment. In doing so, the porcelain noble sought to consume the beauty before her. So here she was manipulating the canvas of flesh presented. Maybe just maybe the beauty beneath her was beginning to fold beneath her.

 

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Another pleasured gasp erupted from Penelope's full red lips as she felt the rough touches, the pinching, the twisting of her nipple and the flick of a thumb across the tip. She gripped her employer tight, wrapping an arm around the back of the larger woman's neck and pulling her in against her. Her toned, athletic body pressed up against the larger woman's curves, and her one hand slid to her ass, grabbing a handful of it and pulling Amelia harder against her. She rolled her neck to the side, offering it to Emelia's lips as they traced along her skin. Her eyes closed, and a low throaty moan escaped her lips as she felt the touches pushing her, building her arousal to a crescendo.

Legs parting, she gave Emelia access, feeling that perfect pressure against her clit from the thumb, then the intrusion of the fingers into her slick warm core. She was tight, and not used to the penetration as she mostly just fucked herself. She let out a surprised gasp, then gripped the fingers inside her, muscles squeezing, trying to keep them inside. If the lady was after moans, she was rewarded as Penelope heard her own needy cries filling the kitchen. She rocked against the hand fucking her, taken in by Emilia's knowing touches. Her hand gripped Emelia's round backside, fingers digging into the muscle.

As the fingers inside her began to rub, joined by the thumb on her clit she felt the melange of sensations. The hand at her breast, the stimulation of her clit, the fingers inside her. It was like a chorus, all there and harmonizing, each thing she elected to concentrate on floating to the forefront but always joined by the others. Her body went taut, and she felt a tension in her screaming for release, aching to be pushed over the edge "Oh my gods Lady....Em.... please. please. please."

 

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Emilia continued down her mouth, making a tactical advance down the offered flesh. The left seizing the breast now, a switch, pinch, and twist before she began to resize her grasp. A gentle squeeze, she kneads the soft, supple flesh, the mound clay her fingers shape and move. The goal of the movements to let the woman attached to become enamored with pleasure, so that maybe, just maybe,e the taller woman would be called upon to please her again.

While that hand worked, Emilia's other hand was doing the real work. Her thumb pressed and moved the gradually growing button. Penelope's clit was making an appearance, and any great combatant knew to seize the opportunity and strike. Thumb rotated and pressed first clockwise. Then halfway through a rotation, she moved to a counterclockwise. Another two in a pattern before she began to move them up, down, right, and left. This was done with various degrees. All while two fingers began to curl in a rotating bicycle-like pattern within the very folds. Despite the constriction, the dexterous fingers seemed only a hint of hindrance.

About this time, Emilia pulled her lips away, avoiding the fabric pitfall to speak."All in do time, all in do time," She states before letting her tongue tease the tip of Penelope's breast. Almost instinctively, the left hand appeared near the right thumb, seizing its motions before a sweeping change began to happen. The two fingers went back to a solid bar that screwed in and out rhythmically to the gentle motions of the body, it began to play. left hand seizing the clit, right beginning to push in and out with drilling speed. It was just as fun as the tip of a tongue teasing the erect nipple. Soon, the Noble woman would suckle it before continuing her kissable trek to Penelope's clit. What would be her partner's reaction? Only time would tell.

 

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Penelope was in disarray. Her tight top pushed up over her chest to reveal her small but well formed breasts and dark nipples,straining into the morning air from the attention they received at the hands and mouth of her employer. One hand held her long skirt up, keeping the material out of Lady Emlia's way, exposing the triangle of bush adorning her bare sex. She was maddeningly deliciously full of fingers, feeling that stroking motion with the two fingers in tandem pressing upwards against her spot while her clit is expertly thumbed. Her kohled eyes closed, and she let herself just experience the physical sensation of being taken, expertly at that. Each brush of the lady's fingers pushed her higher, built her up to a release that seemingly was also entirely out of reach. A delicious tension in her made her ache for that promised ending, but at the same time the touches themselves were so potent and pleasurable she didn't want any of it to stop.

She felt the taller woman descending as her fingers changed from that delicious stroking to a more feeling of just being fucked. She opened her eyes to look down and see what was happening, watching the full lips of her employer moving down along her body as two hands continued their ministrations. She moaned in spite of herself, all thoughts of protesting the terrible impropriety of this sapphic encounter had vanished. Instead she wanted to be devoured and, if given the chance, to perhaps return the favor and give the lady some small measure of the pleasure she was experiencing. She knew her enthusiasm would be far in excess of her skill in this regard, but she was confident she could rise to the occasion. "Oh my... milady" Her muscles gripped Emlia's fingers as they speared in and out of her slick channel, her warm recesses yielding to Amelia's lust, tailor made for such activities "Oh my lady I...." She arched, whimpering softly "please... I..."