Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03 - Sex Stories

Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03

... back towards the other attackers, I sprinted past the burning stables. Panting and sputtering, I lunged for the low stone wall and clambered over the top.

The burly mainlander burst from the manor, wielding a severed claw like a blade. Alongside him was the man who'd just been about to fuck me. He wielded a small table as a makeshift shield, using it to cover the frantic retreat of the other supplicants.

Perhaps they were not involved in the attack. That didn't exactly mean they were innocent, though. From the mainlander's tone, it seemed he'd known of some possible danger.

I wasn't about to linger to ask for answers.

I tumbled over the stone wall, then screamed as my bare feet landed in a patch of thorns. As I limped down the hill, another automaton skittered over the top of the wall.

Cursing and sobbing, I continued my awkward retreat, my eyes affixed on the cliff's edge only a few dozen feet away. If I could make it to the cliff, I could dive down into the water below and make a break for it. Something clanged upon metal behind me. I risked a quick glance over my shoulder.

The young man who had pleasured me with his tongue had tackled the machine from behind. With a fierce grunt, he shoved a candlestick into one of its joints.

As man and machine struggled, clarity sliced through the fear. Though the exact design was unfamiliar, I still recognized the clockwork components and the protective casing on its underbelly.

I darted forward, ignoring the ...

... man's shout of warning. Barely dodging a swipe of one of its claws, I yanked at a lever, exposing the lubrication coils. A swift yank tore some of the coils free, causing its engine to seize up.

The machine sputtered to a halt, smoke leaking from its compromised components.

"Who are you?" I shouted at the man as he rose from the deactivated machine.

"Irrelevant," he said, speaking for the first time since we'd met. His voice was soft, barely audible over the roaring flames and the distant screams.

Panting, he raised the candlestick and looking back towards the burning manor.

Three more machines crawled over the wall.

"Go," he said. "Over the cliff."

"Come on!" I shrieked, grabbing his arm.

With a growl, he took me by the wrist and dragged me to the cliff's edge. The three machines closed in, their bladed limbs slicing at the air.

"If my friends find you," he said, ignoring my screams and protests. "Trust them."

With that, he shoved me over the cliff's edge and turned to face his doom.

I plummeted, screaming and cursing. Pain roared in my back as I hit the water.

Years of swimming off the coast at my family's country estate ensured I did not drown, however. I rose, my head emerging from the water. A deep breath brought in the stench of smoke.

Treading water, I stared up at the cliff, seeing no sign of the mysterious man who had saved me. Shivering with cold and fear, I turned to swim towards the city.

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Author's Note: I hope you ...