Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 72: Faolan
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 72: Faolan - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Ma Fa mt ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control Romantic Slavery Farming Historical Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Body Swap Paranormal Magic FemaleDom Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Body Modification Size Small Breasts Smoking Prostitution
Gigziks said, “Yes. Faolan already wants your body and to work here. She has been without sex for over a year. She did not get muddled since you have kept your distance. That makes her want you all the more. You have made no moves towards her. That made her hot for you. We’ll be right back with her freshly concubined. She will get PC training, too. The desk in the stockroom houses a stealth PC.
In a minute, Faolan walked back through the portal doorway.
She said, “Gigziks said to tell you I should get room, board, and five pounds a month for pay. I should also get 5% for commission. I am also supposed to hire a helper. She said you were going to fix my little problem.”
She embarrassedly said, “Uhm, I have been unable to have a baby, Bill. Gigziks said I can have many babies, I am able now. Will you give me a baby, please?”
Faolan began removing her clothes. She stood there looking very lovely. She was in need, alright, I could smell her need. My improved senses made sure of that.
Our first go around was not going to be loving. I realized Willow had left me in a very horny state, very VERY horny in fact. I had been mentally preoccupied with Willow’s nakedness. I had really wanted inside that little girl’s body.
I was as naked as Faolan. I pushed her to the bed and crawled immediately between her legs. I could see her cunt is awash in her need. Her body is firm, but they have not made any of my usual modifications, not yet. I rooted my dick head around in her furrow until I located her opening. I thrust into her hard.
“OH!”
Ya, I had rushed it. I stayed there for many moments, immersed in her hot, wet pussy. I let myself feel her as deeply as I could. I sat back and used my hands to separate her bush hairs so I could actually see her inner pussy. That fur hid it. Oh my goodness, her labia looks red and angry.
I said, “How many?’
Faolan said, “How many what?”
I said, “How many babies do you want. My father usually gave most of his women a set of twins.”
Faolan said, “Having twins is dangerous.”
I said, “Not for you. Your age has been rolled back, and you are totally healed from everything. Gigziks and her Heillizdt did that for you.”
Faolan said, “In that case, let’s make TWO babies.”
“And so, two of them you shall have. Do you want a boy and a girl?”
“Two girls, please, master.”
That amped up my senses. I was making babies. I decided at that moment I needed to make a lot more babies. I should do the muddle and seduction routine Dad did for all those years. He did it on our home planet and on Earth 0. If I did more of that here, I could spread my genes more efficiently.
Faolan began to holler, “OhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhHHHHH! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, UHNNNN!”
I gave her half a dose, saving the rest for later.
Faolan and I made love all night long. We both had a serious mission. I seeded her at least four times. I went slow and enjoyed every load of cum I deposited deep inside her welcoming pussy. Exos absorbed the excess juices, so we could keep going all night. Even with that hairy pussy we did not get sore from the fucking friction.
I left her asleep when I got up. I had a quick shower and rattled a few pans in the great-room alcove to make our breakfast. I made just enough noise to wake her so we could eat together. We had slept until almost noon.
Breakfast was simple: sunny-side-up eggs, sausage links, bacon, and toast. I found a small jar of brown beans and heated them to make this meal as close to an English Breakfast as possible.
Lovely Faolan looks so gorgeous now. She had been infested with Exos all night long. She has never been healthier than now in her entire life. These were my Exos, and that has something to do with it.
Faolan and I worked downstairs most of the day. We shared the sandwiches I made, and I fried some potato chips. I had made iced tea during breakfast. She was amazed at having a cold drink. The mayonnaise was also a revelation. She loved the refrigerator and kitchen accessories they left for her.
After lunch, I showed her the portal and escorted her to my house in Virginia. I introduced her to Paloma. She needed to come here and get fresh fruit and veggies for her apartment. I wanted her to eat well so my babies would be healthy. Paloma introduced her to the two cooks.
That done, we returned to London.
While downstairs, we were warned of an impending visitor. We went out front of the store and waited. Soon, a blonde girl came into the store. She was worried more about someone outside than inside. She barely noticed us. She turned as a dark figure stopped and turned around, looking. Was he chasing her?
I said, “Hello, dear.”
The blonde said, “I’m sorry to intrude, that man has been following me.”
Gigziks sent, “That was one of us. We wanted her to come to you. My sister was wearing one of our human disguises. She’s returned to us, now.”
Faolan and I exchanged knowing glances.
I said, “Glad we could be of assistance. Welcome to James Street Tobacco.”
She looked around and said, “I see. It smells quite nice in here.”
Faolan prompted the girl, “How did you end up in such dire straits?
Gigziks sent, “She is Molly Ringward, age 15. She was fired this morning for slapping a customer who groped her breasts. She lost her job and her room and board at the same time. She is destitute and perfectly suited to the assistant’s job here. All she has is the clothes on her back.”
“Gigziks, ... and someone wants me to bed another blonde, huh?”
I looked at Molly’s chest. I would have wanted to grope them, too. She has a round, plump pair that overflow her peasant blouse. She is at least a C-cup. For a 15-year-old, that’s quite busty. Her square-cut neckline is deliberately revealing. I bet her boss dresses his female help. No idea why customers wanted to touch them, being right out there on offer, so to speak.
Gigziks said, “The Galaxy asks, and we deliver.”
I said to her alone, “So, I now have a blonde and a redhead here, that’s a young schoolboy’s dream.”
I said aloud, “OK, we’ll give her a job interview.”
Gigziks said, “Molly was number three on that Galaxy-wide contest that picked Faolan. I rejected #2 since she was mildly psychotic. That might have been exciting, but I knew you would get pissed off.
I said, “Thank you for that kindness.”
Gigziks said, “Thanks. I am still messed up over the shit-storm my uncle caused me.”
As much as the Galaxy wanted me to do another ‘blonde’ right now. I didn’t feel particularly drawn towards Molly. I was also thinking about leaving. The store was already prepared enough to open. Gigziks has conked and trained the girl.
I took my leave of the two women, kissing Faolan as I left.
I went upstairs. I ported right to my ship and began to fish in the channel. I knew nothing about fishing here. I fished for an entire day. I deliberated over the fact that my so-called vacation had been a bust. Then the Heillizdt tried to sidetrack me with the whole ‘London’ thing.
I caught several fish and cleaned and packaged them in butcher’s paper. I took them and came out in my Hacienda in Cuba. I felt rather than knew that I had been ‘timed’ to be here only a day after the last time I was here.
I accused Gigziks of timing me.
She said, “Guilty. Your wife is having pangs of depression over being pregnant. Please spend a few days with her so she will feel better about you and your relationship.
I greeted Ana vociferously and turned over the 180+ pounds of fish to the cooks. I found out this was Sunday here. The blankedy-blank timing of me to now was good for all those here. The fish was very welcome.
I listened as the cooks sent the bulk of my fish right out to the farm girls. They were going to have an impromptu celebration. That much fish, along with their regular fare of rice, beans, and vegetables, would fill their bellies well tonight.
I spent two weeks loafing around with Ana. She needed a lot of TLC because, for one, the baby was many months along and slowing her down. And two: she’s still very much older than me in her mind. That evidently weighs on her mind. She knows in her head that I live elsewhere, but her heart wants more of me here all the time.
I emailed Lola Smith and asked her to wangle up another batch of Taino females for Franklin’s ready-made factory.
I immediately told her not to do it. Something had come up. I said to get a few Cubans and a Spanish woman. I told her I would get the Taino females myself.
I mentally said, “Gigziks, I want to raid another tobacco farm and steal a batch of slaves there for use in Franklin.”
Gigziks said, “Funny you should say that. We have kept our eyes out for other snatch-and-grab opportunities. The ‘Hacienda de Sacristan’ uses the encomienda laws to roll its cigars. I know, it’s supposedly not slavery. Yet it is if you pay in script and then take the worthless paper back in trade for their food and upkeep, it is slavery.
Gigziks continued, “These places are too far away from the Capitol to be policed properly. It’s outside the village of Hicotea. It is 90 miles from the ‘Hacienda Los Ramirez’ where we borrowed your last batch of workers.”
“Bill, we recommend letting us do this. We have streamlined it to make it easier to do. We will knock out the people in a chosen building. We’ll grab the females, put them on your boat, and then use a new conk helmet made just for Taino workers.”
She went on, “We made a new helmet just for this purpose. They will come away speaking Taino, Spanish, and rudimentary English. They will also know how to use either the rolling machines or how to roll Cheroots at Henson.”
I said, “I will observe, but I want to be there to see what happens at the hacienda.”
She said, “That’s fine. We want to include four males, who will be conked and be responsible for one of the females. The males will be escorts and guards for the females. The men will get the same language overlays, but they will be loyal to the woman you pick over this batch.”
Gigziks continued, “Whichever female you pick as boss lady, he should be your concubine. Furthermore, we anticipate this batch will be larger. We have modified your ‘ship’ Pez Volador. With more spatial technology, it has more cargo capacity for carrying females now.”
I said, “How much bigger is it inside now?”
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