Tefani and the Magnificent Flying Machine

STORY CONTEST ENTRY: This story was submitted as an entry in the Naked Blades May 2016 Story Contest. To find out more about the Story Contests, visit the Writer's Salon in the Tavern of the Broken Axe.

STORY CONTEST PROMPT: A Deal's a Deal, and Steam Punk Machines

DESCRIPTION: In the service of the brilliant Professor Durbyskine, the aspiring bard Tefani co-pilots an experimental flying machine, only to crash-land on an island inhabited by orcs who wish to involve her in a curious ritual.

TAGS: MMM+F, MF, group sex, ritual sex, orc, gnome, human, oral, anal, pregnancy

AUTHOR NOTE: I wish to dedicate this story and its entry into the May 2016 Story Contest to Vela Nanashi, who has inspired key elements within this story and countless memorable RP moments. Vela, my hopes and best wishes are with you during this difficult time.

This story began its life as a kinder, gentler variation of the "orc tribe-on-beautiful aristocratic lady gangbang" scenes that you see in erotic fantasy fiction occasionally, where I tried to twist or subvert a few elements that seemed distasteful or uninteresting to me personally among the common tropes of this kind of stuff. Then, by the end, it had sort of turned into something a little bit different as well. The moon oil in this story is directly stolen from inspired by Vela Nanashi's story Elven Desires: Lost Innocence (a fine, fun, silly, sexy story and a good read) and I've written in a brief shout-out reference to this story, all in the spirit of playfulness and acknowledgment of creativity.

I would expect there to be a lot of typos in this one, and there may well be continuity errors owing to a last-minute edit scramble before the work was even properly complete. My work on this story was frequently troubled, by technological and personal problems that provided a steady drip of inconvenience throughout the month, but it was nonetheless important for me to finish it mostly on-time for the contest, for a number of reasons. I wasn't able to apply the usual rigorous editing to this that I would have liked, and so with Orodreth's permission I am likely to swoop in later as the contest is ongoing for a ton of intense typo-busting.

WARNING: This story is for readers over the age of 18. This story features depictions of sex and procreation under circumstances nominally consensual, but it is not informed consent and thus some readers may find the matter disturbing or off-putting. The depiction of the orc tribe is not meant as a stand-in or analog of any real-world group or culture of people who live in pre-modern societies in the past or present, and there is no intent to shame, stereotype, or denigrate people living in such societies.

You can leave a comment for the author at the bottom of this story, or talk to the author in the Tavern.