1. Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03


    Date: 5/3/2024, Categories: Group Sex Author: bykarina_jayde

    Author's Note: As a change of pace for myself, I wanted to break away from the more standard fantasy settings I used for my other submissions. I wanted to try my hand at something a bit different, along the lines of a steampunk/magitech setting, rather than the usual medieval fantasy fare. Touchstones for this setting include things like Eberron, Netflix's Arcane series, and the Dishonored games.
    
    This story is complete, but I've split it into three parts for ease of reading. All three entries will be submitted within a month of this first submission, so you won't have to wait long for the complete story. This first chapter is relatively heavy on the sex, but sets the stage for further intrigue. Future installments will feature plenty of sex, but will have a larger focus on the mystery and the adventure.
    
    I hope you enjoy!
    
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    My automaton guardians clattered and whirred as they followed me up the narrow dirt path. Before us loomed the abandoned manor: a sprawling, half-crumbled echo of its former grandeur. I took a deep breath and glanced over my shoulder, past the skeletal chrome frames of my bodyguards.
    
    Rising against the horizon was the gleaming, teeming city of Raveth.
    
    Great towers stretched high into the night sky, their silvery walls gleaming with runes. Tendrils of gondola cables dangled between the spires. Sprawling slums stretched out within the shadows of the great towers, the hovels illuminated by the glow of overhead skyship engines and ...
    ... rune-tech lampposts.
    
    The echoes of the city roared out across the countryside. The whirring of skyship drives, the hum of rune-tech generators, the clattering of automated gondolas, and the shrieks of the justicars' sirens.
    
    A horrible, wondrous cacophony.
    
    I glanced away from my home city and regarded the ruined manor once again.
    
    Three cowled figures in red robes stood at the gates, flanked by a half dozen automatons of an older and less advanced model than my escorts.
    
    It seemed the Circle of the Crimson Night had spent all of its funds on incense and creepy robes, leaving little money to purchase top-of-the-line guardians. Even those older models could easily shred the strongest of warriors, of course. Between those automatons and my own escort, I was certain I'd be safe if anything amiss occurred that evening.
    
    I approached with slow and careful steps. Ethereal red light wafted from a lantern dangling above the rusted gate, barely illuminating the cultists' dark red masks. Crimson mist leaked from a censer held by one of the cultists, filling my nose with a wondrously sweet scent.
    
    "Who dares to bask in the echoes of the dead gods?" the cultists rasped as one.
    
    Though the night was quite warm, I shivered and wrapped my cloak a bit more tightly around myself.
    
    I took a deep breath, having recited the appropriate lines a dozen times ever since making the arrangements for this rite.
    
    "Lyneth Vaspar," she said. "A daughter of the city of Raveth. A woman of ...
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