Ardour · an Erotic Steampunk Story

When I flew down from my steamscraper to investigate a murder on the surface I never expected to end up in a raucous music hall drinking ardour. An illicit drink, ardour has been rumoured to induce arousal in those who imbibe and now I can feel its effects spreading through me. As the identity of the killer is unveiled I find myself at the heart of a conspiracy that leads me from steamcrates to island cities to the surface and back again in search of the truth and in search of true love.

A 7,000 word erotic steampunk story featuring lesbian sex, object insertion, anal, oral, public nudity, exhibitionism.

An excerpt:

It wasn’t just a music hall. Ardour was the one spot in the whole skyisland system where you could get hold of liquid ardour, hence its name. The distilled product of plants only found in the dankest sections of the gutter, it was a nightmare to produce and out of the reach of the pockets of most citizens. Everyone knew about it but few could afford it. I’d only been inside the place once back when I was working full time for the scraper council but I’d not been willing to try ardour while I was there, knowing only too well the stories of its effects.

Jared set the steamcrate down amongst dozens of others on the doorstep and we joined the eager queue. “What’s the plan?” I asked as we slowly shuffled forwards.

“I’ll talk to the attendants. You see if you can find anyone who knew our trigger happy friend down there. Meet by the bar at midnight.”

The brute of a doorman towered over the two of us as he sneered at the cheap cut of our cloaks. “Been here before?” he grunted.

I held out the stub I’d stolen earlier and he took it from me, his eyebrows rising for a brief second. “In you go. They’re waiting for you backstage.”

I opened my mouth but Jared poked me before I could ruin things by asking too many questions and then we were in.

The change in temperature was shocking. It was bakingly hot in there and the noise was deafening. We were in the foyer and there were people everywhere. I couldn’t see a single drop of the distinct pink fluid in any of the glasses on display. Jared moved away leaving me alone. I looked around me and then made a decision, heading towards the auditorium. I was almost there when a hand descended on my shoulder. I turned to see a beautiful woman smiling at me, her eyes icy cold. “Come this way madam,” she said, her grip tightening on my arm.