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Tefani and the Magnificent Flying Machine - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Five months later, Tefani and Durbyskine made their exit from the island of the Treecat Tribe, and Lazguhr watched them go with satisfaction. They had lived together for that time, and together the two outsiders had taught the tribe the lost secrets of craftswork that were lost when the few surviving stragglers of the tribe had fled their home to the islands to escape the hostility of the Bloody Spear, a rapacious neighboring tribe of murderous raiders. In the devastation of their numbers and the perils of their flight, they had lost many valuable artisans, and with them the secrets of smelting and forging metal, as well as finer techniques of engineering and measurement. The untrained laborers' attempts to copy the work of these lost skilled workers had been largely unsuccessful, and a generations later they had lost even those memories.

But now they had learned once more to smelt and forge metal, making metal bands, rods, and rivets to reinforce the flying craft as well as learning countless other techniques. The simple combination of charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter that had made up the rocket's fuel on the flying craft was a new discovery entirely for the Treecat Tribe, and one which showed considerable promise. Then there was the exhaustive collection of general engineering expertise that several orcs had gleaned, working side by side with the two outsiders for five months. These orc engineers, now equipped with exactingly crafted duplicates of Durbyskine's measuring tools and the slide rule that he had left behind as a parting gift, were already beginning to work on significant construction projects for the benefit of the entire community. In time, perhaps they could even build their own flying machine! They had all of the knowledge of its construction now.

Bulna, his wife, approached from his side. "Well," she said with a laugh, "I'll hand this much to you: that funny little man was able to reveal so much of the lost knowledge. These tools and construction techniques are already showing so much promise." She elbowed him in the ribs. "But really, did you need to trick that poor girl so, with all that ridiculous talk of the ceremony?"

Lazguhr shrugged. "She agreed to it, didn't she?" he asked with an impish grin. "She enjoyed herself as much as any man there. And it created a bond between her and the rest of the tribe. Would they have worked so well, and learned so well together, without that bond?" During the ritual, Tefani had never shown any hesitance towards having sex with the orcs of the Treecat Tribe, and though she seemed to dote primarily on the gnome Durbyskine after the first night, she was still up for a casual evening's encounter with an orc or two every few nights.

"You're lucky the gnome wasn't keen on giving any of us ladies a little bit of satisfaction for our own," Bulna said. "I approached him about it, and I know I wasn't the only one. And it'd serve you right, too, you lecherous old rogue."

"You and the other women deserve to be rewarded for your patience," Lazguhr admitted, "as well as your fine musicianship on the evening of the 'ceremony.' Though the advances we will enjoy in the coming months will be plenty reward for us all."

"And the potion of fertility you gave her," Bulna pressed, scowling at him, though she was unable to muster true anger. "Bad enough you made up that awful story about the prophecy, but was it really necessary to make her pregnant, love?"

Lazguhr shrugged. "It gave her a direct blood tie to the tribe," he said. "It's hard to predict if she would have been as eager to teach us otherwise. Or as eager to be sexually open again, after the festival."

Bulna poked him in the chest. "You," she said, "are a nasty, treacherous, ridiculous brute of a man."

Lazguhr turned away and looked out over the village of the Treecat Tribe, watching the orcs bustle and go about their business. Smoke still rose from the huts containing the coal-fired smelters and smithies, built under the directions of Durbyskine through Tefani's translation, and a hammer rang out as metal was beaten into shape. He started chuckling, a low rumble rising in his chest. "Doesn't matter," he said at length. "Had sex."

Even the thrown pineapple that his wife bounced off of his head shortly couldn't curtail or diminish Lazguhr's smug laughter.


Seven years later, Tefani Brynall-Collingwood-Durbyskine cried out happily as the Professor bore her down onto their massive feather bed, peppering her face and neck with fluttery kisses. She kissed him back and rolled them over so that she was looming over him. She drew open his ruffled shirt and left a trail of kisses down his chest and belly, then reached his dark woolen trousers. She flashed him a saucy grin and unbuckled his belt, then unclasped the trousers and drew out his cock, which was quickly rising to hardness.

"Goodness, dear Professor," Tefani gasped, putting a hand over her heart in mock scandal, "what would people say if they saw you stirred to such lewdness by a young lady like myself?"

Professor Durbyskine sat up, cupped Tefani's face in his hands, and kissed her softly. "They would say that my wife is a winsome and licentious temptress of uncommon beauty, who... aaah!" She cut his speech short when she slipped away from him and down to his cock, gazing into his eyes as she took it into her mouth, pressing her quivering lips across its underside as she slowly descended. She slid his foreskin back and then swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. She had learned well in these past years since their wedding just where he liked to be licked, and when, and how. "...wh-who has a tongue that is uniquely talented, in all of its w-wondrous vocations!" His voice was already tight, his hands bunching up the sheets to their bed with a tight grip.

"I suppose there are many people in Estendam's high society who'd agree I give great blowjobs," Tefani said with a giggle, upon coming up for air, "and they're all jealous that you, by right of marriage, are the exclusive beneficiary." Her marriage to Professor Durbyskine hadn't been a guaranteed thing, and indeed the pressures and expectations of her family and society might have confined their union to a glorious summer fling. It had been the Professor's idea, to spare her daughter the social disadvantages of being the bastard of an unwed mother and an unknown orc, and indeed their sudden elopement was the lesser of two scandals. That it obliges Tefani to follow the crazy and unconventional yearnings she felt for the eccentric but honorable and charming gnome Professor was a happy consequence.

Conversation ceased when Tefani resumed sucking Professor Durbyskine's cock, quickly dropping her chin all the way to his balls, then pulling up sharply with a low purr that reverberated through her tongue, quickly, again and again. She let the merriment show in her eyes as she looked at the Professor's increasingly stricken expression and saw how close to the edge she brought him. "Tefani, love," he gasped, "I'll have to a-ask you to cease or d-d-diminish your efforts, lest my lack of endurance prove an embarrassment to me and a source of uncleanliness f-f-for youuu..."

Tefani didn't slow a bit, and soon that resulted in the Professor's sharp cry and his cock twitching in her mouth, pouring his cum over her tongue, light and creamy and faintly sweet in a fey manner. She pleasured him throughout his climax and sucked every drop from him, then rose with a smile and swallowed. Brimming with self-satisfaction at the Professor's hazy, pleasure-struck expression, she dabbed at her lips daintily with a handkerchief snatched from the side of the bed, and then belched loudly. She couldn't contain a fit of laughter when the Professor rose to the bait and bristled indignantly.

"Really, dear," Professor Durbyskine said wearily, "your manners are as abominable as ever."

"I apologize," Tefani said with a laugh. She threw herself back on the bed, hiked her skirt up to her waist, and then spread her white-stockinged legs. As was often the case when she felt frisky, she had already divested herself of her panties, and so her pussy was fully on display. "Would you be so good as to demonstrate proper etiquette for me, Professor, love?"

He grinned back at her. "Naturally," he said, "I would be delighted."

In the time since their marriage, Professor Durbyskine had proven to share Tefani's enthusiasm and talent for using the lips and tongue to cause pleasure, frequently making her quiver and cry out in their bed until she was sweating and exhausted. His tongue traced her folds, tasting her with a delicious tickling sensation as he wound deeper in, always veering away or stopping shy of the one place that she increasingly wanted his attention, licking her wetness and tasting her inner juices without quite drifting upwards. Tefani writhed in exquisite frustration, resisting the increasingly powerful urge to let her hands' caresses in his fluffy, untamable pink hair become a clench that guided him rather rudely to her preferred spot.

Just when Tefani was about to tell him of a perhaps less appealing place that his tongue could go if he wasn't going to give her clit a proper treatment, she felt him there with a surge of pleasure, first flicking gently over it, then sucking it in, almost like a soft kiss. The feelings rose quickly within her as he alternated his oral motions, until she was crying out and writhing on the bed, and when he pressed the flat of his tongue over her and rolled it around, it brought forth an orgasm that nearly stopped her heart. Her hips raised off the bed in little jerking motions that she didn't intend for them to make, and her cries of passion echoed from the walls of their bedroom. Even when he brought her down gently, she was still left squirming with little aftershocks and making faint whining noises each time she exhaled.

Tefani was scarcely aware of what Professor Durbyskine was doing until he rose up over her and placed the head of his cock against her pussy. She shifted her hips to allow him better access, and he eased into her, slowly filling her with his delightful shaft until his pubic mound was nestled sweetly against her clit and his balls rested over her ass. He withdrew and thrust again, slowly at first, then harder and faster, until despite his small stature he made the bed rock and her breasts lightly bounce with each motion.

Professor Durbyskine's cock inside Tefani gave her a sweet feeling of fulfillment, blooming into greater pleasure with each thrust as his hips met her clit. Her voice rose in a series of soft gasps, and when he shifted his angle and entered her deeply a few more times, she found herself in the throes of another climax. She cried out amidst a sweet rush of pleasure, putting her arms around him and drawing him closer, and after a few more thrusts he twitched and came with her as her pleasure started to fade.

Tefani cuddled with Professor Durbyskine for a few minutes, breathless and satisfied, smiling contentedly. She truly had it all: she was a critically-acclaimed bard in good standing with the Estendam Bardic College, having graduated in good standing despite the momentary delay of her pregnancy, and now lived a carefree life of comfort in the colonies with her wonderful family. No sooner did the thought flash through her mind than she heard a noisome crunching and smacking coming from the door.

With the quickness of a snake Tefani threw the startled Professor Durbyskine off of her and flung a heap of blankets on top of him, then straightened her skirt. She looked up with a smile just in time to see her daughter Suleyse enter the room, gnawing vigorously on the lunch special from Jendra's Eatery: a turkey leg and corn chips in a bag. "Hi, mama," Suleyse said, with an effortless, heart-melting charm in her perky smile. "I'm working on a new song. Wanna hear it?" She was a skinny, half-orc girl with pretty, flat features, curly dark-gold hair, and faded greenish-brown skin, born not long after Tefani's return from the island. Lately, she was showing exceptional promise with the flute.

"Have you taken up meat and chips as your instrument?" Professor Durbyskine grumbled from beneath the covers, even as he frantically got dressed. "I can hear you from under here! And I might suggest that you take up percussion as well, starting with a rhythmic knock upon the bedroom door to announce your arrival before you enter. Your manners are every bit as abominable as your mother's!"

Suleyse slurped a lingering chunk of meat from the bone, wholly unrepentant. "You afraid I'm going to walk in while you're trying to make me a new little brother or sister, daddy?" she asked, grinning as if she had an idea of what she had narrowly missed.

Tefani laughed, spoiling her attempts to try to look severe. "Your father's right," she said. "And yes, that's not something you should see. It's something that's private between two people, and it's nothing you need to worry about for quite a long time." Inside, she felt a wistful, troubled pang at the notion that there wasn't really so much time left after all. It was truly remarkable how quickly Suleyse was growing up, thanks to her half-orc heritage. At just under seven years old, she was as mature as a human girl of ten. The onset of puberty was only a year or two away.

Suleyse just laughed. "Anyway, my song!" she said happily. "I'll run down and get my flute!" She set her mostly-eaten-clean turkey leg down on the end table next to the bed, as though it was the most natural thing to do, and started out of the room.

"Wait!" Tefani said, catching her before she left. She placed the turkey leg back in her hands and gave her an expectant look. "Take that to the rubbish bin like you're supposed to, and then go wash your hands. I'll be downstairs to meet you shortly." She smiled and shook her head. "And like I said, you're father's right about your manners. We're going to have to brush up on your etiquette. You're going away to your grandparents' manor for the summer in a week, and they expect you to behave yourself like a proper lady."

Suleyse sighed. "Mama, I already know better," she grumbled, "the same as you. Why can't we both just act like we always do?"

"I'll make a deal with you," Tefani said, smiling. "For the next week, let's both act with proper manners and etiquette. If you're better at it than me for the whole week, I'll get you something special before you go, all right? Something really nice."

Suleyse perked up again with another smile. "All right, mama," she said. "A deal's a deal. That means you've gotta wash your hands before you come down and listen to my new song." She giggled, and gave Tefani a knowing look that made her acutely uncomfortable before she bolted out of the room again.

There was a rustling and shuffling in the blankets, and Professor Durbyskine emerged fully clothed then, but still rather red-faced as he shot Tefani a helpless look. Tefani shrugged with a weak laugh. "She's a handful, isn't she?" she said, at once proud and rueful. "I hope she's well-behaved for my parents."

Professor Durbyskine chuckled. "They dote on her so much, it scarcely matters," he said. "All the proper raising and teaching we can give her all the rest of they year, and we'll get her back wild as ever, spoiled rotten, and five kilos overweight, because they'll let her run free and give her everything she ever asks for this summer. That, I am given to understand, is the privilege of being a grandparent." It was true. Tefani's wealthy, old-money parents had at first been outraged, even horrified, at the idea of a half-orc granddaughter, to say nothing of an eccentric gnome son-in-law, but they had fallen in love with Suleyse as soon as they met her, and now each summer they were most eager to have her stay with them and shower her with gifts, attention, and food.

"But what are we to do with ourselves all summer?" Tefani asked. She giggled as she looked at the rumpled bed. "Apart from a bit more of that, I mean."

"I had thought of taking a brief outing in my newest machine," Professor Durbyskine said, his eyes lit up with inspiration. Together, they walked out the door to the stairs that would lead down to the parlor for Suleyse's flute performance. "I trust your legs are as strong as ever, for pedaling?"

"Um... y-y-yesss..." Tefani said hesitantly as she looked askance. Given how their last outing had ended up, the prospects of being a test pilot again filled her with a cold surge of trepidation.

"I believe I'm nearly finished with my remarkable undersea ship, that has been my greatest work since shortly after our return," Professor Durbyskine said, his face full of childlike joy. "It's called a submarine, and with it we can explore the secret realms below the sea, searching ancient wrecks for buried treasure and lost artifacts, and visiting the undersea cities of the merfolk and aquatic elves!" He took her hand, kissed the back of it, and squeezed it tightly. "It will be such a grand adventure, and the two of us, side by side, partners in discovery, scholar and storyteller." He kissed her hand again. "Husband and wife."

Tefani took a deep breath as they descended the stairs together. This was looking for all the world like it would be a very eventful summer.

The End


Tefani and the Magnificent Flying Machine - Chapter 4by TrMQ

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TrMQ

Pronounced "tre-mah-que" according to Orodreth.

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