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Title: The Foxy Devil’s Steampunk Sin
In the heartless gears of a tempestuous Victorian era, there lurked a naughty vixen who tore hearts asunder with her sly charm and insatiable sexual appetites. Her name was Foxy Mirabelle and she played her sheets with a passion that could set the Empire ablaze. This ain’t no fairytale, kiddos. This be the devil’s work.
Mirabelle wore a fetching ensemble that would make any right-minded gentleman swoon. A corset cinched her lush curves till it seemed her succulent tits might burst their confines. Elaborate brass mechanisms adorned her skirts, clinking as she moved. A mask of gears and rose gold veiled secretive green eyes. And her hair, oh, her hair – a mane of golden curls tumbled down her back. A true visen she was in every sense.
Her prey this fateful eve was stoic British gent, Sir Reginald Purgebottom III, a noble cause of his time and an even nobler cause for Mirabelle’s predatory urges. Reginald was arrogant, imperious and strait-laced. The perfect target.
Mirabelle cased Reginald’s estate, wandering its grand halls, admiring the hardening bulge in his trousers. The poor fool, hopelessly lost to lust’s allure. Time to make the beast with two backs.
Steam rose from a bubbling spa, ripe for debauchery. Mirabelle disrobed with a flourish, her breathtaking body on full display. She dove in, limbs wreathed in sensuous curls. The spa churned seductively around her.
“Join me, dear sir?” she purred, clearly inviting him in for more than a soak. Reginald drew a sharp breath at the sight, dashing his best efforts to maintain composure.
He approached, clothing disintegrating with each step. Mirabelle shivered with anticipation, beckoning him in with a tantalizing crook of her finger. Reginald plunged into the waters, sinking to the swells. Mirabelle fitted herself atop him, straddling his hips. She rocked, ensuring he caught a full view of her exquisite bust.
His manhood stirred to ache the likes he’d never known. Man and devilwoman locked in steaming, scanning intensity, a battle of wills – but one he knew he’d lose. And lose spectacularly indeed.
Mirabelle gripped his shaft, guiding it between her sodden petals. With a single, slick thrust, she impaled herself on its considerable girth. Hellish ecstasy bloomed as she began to ride, soft flesh slapping lewdly against man-flesh. Reginald gripped her flanks, helpless to her forceful onslaught.
“I’ll ruin thee, me lord!” she cried, clenching obscenely around him. With a vicious growl she flipped them, Nobel Britmont atop the wicked hussy in her den of licentiousness. Reginald, now presented with untold depravity, plundered her depths. Muffled screams of depraved rapture spilled from her lips.
“I’ll make you me hound, me dog, me bitch!” she shrieked. “When I’m done, you’ll know no life but at me knee!”
Reginald careened through the black haze of lust, hips pistoning madly. Plunging deep, sawing his meat in her succulent snatch. She unlatched her legs from his hips, certain he’d fall into depraved thrall.
Reginald roared as his loins tightened, spilling forth his seed with reckless abandon into her barren hellscape. Mirabelle pushed him away, sated. She lifted her hips, spreading herself wantonly to showcase his handiwork. Spent seed dripped onto the tiled spa floor.
“I own you now, boy,” she leered, wicked tongue lolling. “In body and soul.”
Reginald, trembling on the edge of catatonia, did not dispute her claim. As the waters lapped and the steam plumed, two sinful forms entwined, swearing fealty to damnation’s mistress – Foxy Cosplay Mirabelle, steampunk shore and temptress supreme.
