A succubus half-breed, such as Violet, who hobnobs with the highest echelons of Victorian London society, is a bride in a difficult marriage of extremes. Any act that wants of propriety, and she would find herself banished to the wilds of Cornwall where her full-blooded succubus sisters live and thrive. Yet she prefers the company of mortals, even if she must occasionally risk her reputation by engaging in discreet sexual liaisons.
When Violet’s great uncle dies and bequeaths her his laboratory and home, she crafts an artificially intelligent automaton named Adam to sate her carnal needs. Her plan is coming along nicely until an incubus from her past, and the unwitting model for her invention, discovers her secret. Violet has good reason to be wary of losing her heart to Lyle, but perhaps Adam is the key to fulfilling all of her desires.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, Adam is a very large, steam-powered sex toy
I wake to a pair of deep green eyes staring at me. "Adam?"
A grin blooms on his handsome face. "Adam? Is that what you named him? How biblical of you, Violet." He straightens and roars with laughter.
On the bed, behind my back, a body stirs to life. I roll over and squeak at the twin of the man I've just woken to. "Adam?"
"Yes, my love," says the male lying next to me.
"Oh, my God!" I sit bolt upright and cover my breasts with the sheets. Now that the sleep scales have fallen from my eyes and my brain, I understand my situation. "Lyle! How did you get in here?"
"Never mind that, you clever girl. What the deuce have you been making?" A few strides of his long legs carry him to the other side of the bed where Adam lies. "Adam? Is that your name?"
Adam sits and turns to me. "Who is this man, Violet, my dearest?"
Lyle's eyes grow wider. "Good Lord, he sounds exactly like ... me!" He reaches out a hand and pokes Adam in the cheek. "Not nearly as good-looking though."
"I am not a lord," Adam tells Lyle gravely, and I can't help but snicker at the shocked expression on Lyle's face. "I belong to Violet. By what name shall I address you?"
"You may call me ... Lord Cocksucker," Lyle says mocking my creation.
Adam laughs, sounding so like the man he was modeled after. "Lord Cocksucker. That is an interesting name. I like to have my cock sucked. Do you?"
Lyle sits on the bed next to Adam. "Oh, yes I do, very much. You're quite a lucky man if Violet sucks your cock. Does she?"
"Sometimes. Today I fucked her. It was our first time to have sexual intercourse, and I liked it very much. Violet is all any man could ever want in a lover."
"Yes, I dare say she would be. Lucky you, my friend."
"Lyle!" Both Lyle and Adam face me, one a pale replica of the other. "Adam, go to sleep now, please."
"As you wish." Adam lies supine and closes his eyes.
Lyle's eyes drift to the tent Adam's erect penis has created beneath the sheet. He reaches out and wraps a hand around the center pole. "A crude copy but nowhere near as grand as the real thing. Still, I applaud your taste.” He casts a smirk my way. “However, I'm really wondering but one thought at this moment and that's … why?"
"Why?" I blink and wonder how much I should tell him. Given the extent of what he has discovered, I suppose no further harm can be dealt by sharing the why of Adam.
"Yes, why an inferior copy when you could have the superior original at the snap of your fingers?"