I just got word that the third volume in my series The Toymakers Guild will be released next year as an audio book. Wordwooze has brought out audio editions of the first two books, The Pornographer’s Apprentice and The Journeyman’s Trial, but the publisher has had difficulties finding narrators who can meet the challenges of this series: English accents, Victorian phrasing and vocabulary, and a large number of character voices.
Though the audio edition of The Master’s Mark won’t be available until 2025, I’m celebrating the signing of the contract by sharing an exclusive excerpt for this month’s Steam Hop.
This bit is both erotic and romantic. Hope you like it!
Blurb
How do you train a steampunk sexbot?
Gillian Smith’s promotion to journeyman proves she’s ready to lead the Toymakers in producing astonishing new erotic artifacts. Creative, brilliant, and debauched, she’ll stretch her capabilities to the limit as she juggles a talent shortage and a pair of jealous rivals. Then there’s the challenge of their latest commission—a life-sized programmable sex doll intended to replace a client’s deceased paramour.
Normally she would consult the enigmatic Master Toymaker, but he seems preoccupied with his own concerns. Though her lusty crew of sexual renegades can offer technical and carnal assistance, Gillian is ultimately responsible for delivering the promised, near-impossible technology.
It’s fortunate she’s not one to give up—not even when events threaten the Guild’s very survival.
Excerpt (Rated X)
Trudging up the last, steep slope, they paused for breath. Gillian peered up at the granite pillar silhouetted against the blue background. Its shape was surprisingly regular and when they finally arrived at the shallow, grassy bowl at the top, she noticed it was free of the grey-green lichen that bloomed on most of the moorland rocks. It wasn’t that tall, perhaps half again her height, but when she passed beneath its shadow, she found herself shivering.
Other oblongs of stone lay scattered around the hilltop, some partly buried in the earth. Rafe seated himself on one sun-warmed slab and patted the spot beside him. “Sit, Jill. I’ve brought some tea.” He rummaged in his bag and pulled out a vacuum flask and two mugs, which he proceeded to fill.
“How clever of you!” The beverage was lukewarm, but sweet and wonderfully refreshing after their climb. She sipped it gratefully while admiring the view from their elevated vantage point. The moors rolled away to the north and west, draped in velvety shades of olive and sage. Far to the east, she glimpsed a brick-coloured, smoke-hung smudge that had to be Tavistock. Closer to their perch, she noted a dense patch of emerald-green vegetation that was undoubtedly the grounds of Randerley. Despite the height of its towers, the hall itself could not be seen.
Faced with such an inspiring expanse, she found her spirits rising. She reached for Rafe’s hand. “Thank you so much for bringing me here. It’s truly marvellous!”
Rafe cupped the back of her head in one hand and pulled her into a fiery kiss. He didn’t embrace her, not yet, but his mouth sealed to hers with a finality that left her burning and breathless. Like some parched desert traveller who’d stumbled upon an oasis, he drank her in, desperate and thankful.
She opened to him, ready to give him whatever he needed or desired. His familiar flavour lit up her senses, quickening her pulse and making her nipples peak. The kiss consumed her. Surging desire and a lack of air combined to make her giddy. The earth wheeled around her, blue and green turning somersaults in her head.
“Oh, Jill,” he moaned when he finally set her free. “I can’t stand this any longer. Lie down!”
He eased her back onto the slab. She bent and parted her knees of her own accord, and began to unbutton her bodice.
“No, no, let me, please!” He half-rose, then fell to his knees in the grass beside the granite shelf, to one side of her. With typical speed and precision, he unfastened and opened her top, then slipped both hands inside to cradle her breasts through her shift.
Electric pleasure coursed through her, the sparks kindled by his touch racing to ignite her core. “Oh God, Rafe! I’ve missed you,” she panted, as he pulled up her chemise and applied his mouth to her aching nipples. He tongued and sucked the taut nubs, every touch adding fuel to the blaze between her legs.
She wanted him there, filling her cunny, as she’d never wanted anyone or anything. She craved the sensation of his irresistible hardness stretching her wide. At the same time, his exquisite attention to her breasts felt too delicious to forego.
Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his mouth and his passion. Let him do whatever he wished. She had no doubt it would suit her own desires. As she lay on her back upon the altar-like stone, she imagined herself a willing sacrifice to the ancient earth gods, awaiting ecstasy and enlightenment.
Lost in a lascivious trance, it took a moment for her realise that Rafe had abandoned her nipples for other parts of her anatomy. He fumbled with her skirts, pushing them up over her knees so they pooled over her belly. Then he leaned in to sweep his tongue through her fully exposed cleft. She’d discarded her undergarments when she’d gone upstairs to change shoes, suspecting that Rafe might harbour carnal intentions with regard to their walk.
She gasped at the sudden, intense stimulation and arched up off the stone in an attempt to stay connected to his divine tongue. “Let me,” he repeated, forcing her hips back down. “Trust me to give you what you need.” He licked her again, more firmly this time, ending with a flick to her swollen clit. “Lie back and let me eat my fill.”
It was difficult to relax, nearly impossible to obey, but Gillian tried valiantly. He used his knowledge of her body to bring her to the very brink of spending, again and again, but he held back from the final stroke that would push her over the edge. Before long she was whimpering and moaning, struggling not to thrash about as he gorged on her slick, sensitive flesh.
“Oh, by the stars and planets, don’t tease me anymore, Rafe! Give me your cock, before I go crazy.”
She felt the smooth knob of his prick sliding up and down along the path his tongue had taken moments before. “Have mercy on me!” she cried as she squirmed beneath him, trying without success to align his cock with her quim. “Fuck me! Please!”
He loomed over her, supporting himself on his arms and gazing at her face, his dark eyes smouldering. “Are you mine, Jill? Truly mine?”
“Yes, yes – how can you doubt it, when I’m lying out here in the open, half-naked, begging you to tup me?”
“I’ll hold you to that, woman,” he growled as with one jerk of his pelvis he drove into her cunny.
Buy Links (in case you can’t wait for the audio!):
https://www.lisabetsarai.com/mastersmarkbook.html
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2 comments:
Great scene from an excellent series, Lisabet. You do steampunk so well! And each story has something new--like this one, with the seemingly impossible task of creating a life-sized sex-robot that can replace a real person. What an imagination you have!
You put the steam in steampunk. ;)
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