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#wall from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Ahead of an operation, Elm invites Marcus into her quarters to get blazed, but it's for a good reason. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Leaning back against the wall, the paper pinned to the metal scrunching like dried leaves, Elm took a deep, lusty drag. True to her word, she held the smog inside her for a long, painful-looking minute. And then she released, filling the room with fragrant fog.
“Fuck me, that’s good,” she sighed.
Marcus said nothing, since he was too busy trying not to splutter. He wasn’t a smoker. He didn’t have the lungs for it. But he’d persist, if only for Elm’s trust.
“Grass like this breaks down your walls,” Elm explained with a soft voice. She sounded muted by the cloud of vapour around them. “When we land and shit kicks off, I’m gonna have to tell you what to do. And I need you to do what I say as soon as I say it. No thinking, no second guessing. Just doing. You’ve got walls up, so that won’t happen. My voice will get cut off by your walls. And then you’ll die.”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 18h

From Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. 🪐🌶️ Start reading Lonely Ship for free here! 🌶️🪐 ewanstone.uk/110-2/ #scifi #erotica #selfpublish #smutsky #spicybooks #Booksky #NSFWwriting #romancelandia #NSFWsky #skywriters #writingcommunity

Talyn’s eyes were narrow. She shifted her weight from one hip to the other in a very organic gesture of discomfort. “You do not wish to explore our relationship?”
“That’s not what I-…”
“Prisoner Marcus, when the nature of a set is uncertain, one means of identifying the qualifying characteristic is to observe the relationship between members of the set,” she said. “I believe we have reached the limit of meaningful observations in our current environment, so we must expand the scope of the experiment. The result of that observation may be one that hints at the possibility of a deeper, more intimate relationship between us. In that case,” she finished, sighing resignedly, “I hope that the knowledge that you have allowed me to better understand how I relate to other beings provides you with some comfort when you die at the hands of Arkay.”
He flinched. “You’d be okay with that?”
“I am not certain,” she replied plainly. “We have not tested it yet.”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 04/10/2026

#contract from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. I've used this before, but I like it! Elm considers the people she's worked for as a bounty hunter. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Elm had plenty of ideas about who Arkay was. She’d been all the way around the Forge by this point in her long life, and she’d met plenty of bat-shit crazy lunatics in that time. Curiously, a lot of them tended to be hideously wealthy too. Or maybe that was the only way to survive in the Forge as a lunatic, by also being rich. Elm had taken a fair share of bounty contracts from the crazy community before, some easy and some not. She’d once, long before Sera had joined the team, had to go to a little-known wilderness planet and wrangle a four-headed lizard for an individual looking for a pet to show off at parties. She still had a scar on her shoulder from that pest’s toxic fangs. The lizard, not the employer. She’d only been bitten by contracting employers in a small minority of cases.The Forge was not kind to sane people, and everyone eventually broke down to accept their dysfunctionality among the chaos. People picked up strange hobbies. Collectors were common, especially in the parts of the Forge where ancient alien civilisations like the Mythmakers lay resting. The mission that had brought Elm to Talyn had been funded by a collector of old artefacts. He’d never gotten what he paid for, and that had been the end of Elm’s work with her corporation.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 03/10/2026

Fun coincidence, I'm wearing my Mechagodzilla t-shirt today!

Ewan Stone wearing a super cool Mechagodzilla t-shirt.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 03/10/2026

Happy weekend, #LitHodgepodge! Here she is again, my one commissioned art piece, the starship avatar of the Rune Carrier! Curious to see what people think of her hobbies 😆 Art by NoaFelixArt over on VGen. vgen.co/noafelixart #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 03/10/2026

Happy Saturday, #TimeTravelAuthors! In this spooky (not really) snip, Therese catches Marcus having an important conversation with the personality living in the ship, who only he can see. More than a little like a #ghost! #writingcommunity #writingprompts

Marcus was alone, and like her was dressed for the cold outside. But he was talking to someone. Not unusual, as he’d often spoken to Rune like she was in the room with them at the onset of their mission. But this was different. Marcus’ eyes with their mechanical irises were aimed across and down, very definitely locked on a specific place on the corridor wall. He was speaking softly, as if to someone standing close. And as they watched, he lifted one hand and placed it against something that they could not see.“It won’t be the same out there,” he said. “I need it to be like this. It’s… That’s kind of the whole point, Rune.”It felt like eavesdropping, but she knew they’d not get away and grant him privacy without the rustle of her clothing being heard. Still, as they watched, Marcus cast them an unsurprised glance over his shoulder. He acknowledged them with a smile.“I don’t mind that they can hear,” he said, evidently not to her or Hal. “I’m not embarrassed. What I want is…”He shook his head, returning his face to the invisible Rune. “Never mind. Like I said, I’d like to talk properly when I get back. Is that alright?”Silence. Marcus reached out. Therese thought she could sense the ghosts of strands of hair running through his fingers.“Thank you, Rune,” he said.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 03/10/2026

#petal from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Marcus and Avalynne have a diplomatic mission to the mysterious ship Gossamer, where they run into a *tiny* issue. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

“Where is it?” he asked. “Where’s the ship?”Behind them, the shuttle rose silently up into the air. And Avalynne drew his attention by pulling on his shoulder.“I… think that’s it.”The Gossamer, revealed by the shuttle’s departure, was a fascinating ship. It was a long cone of an intricate and tightly woven substance Marcus couldn’t identify, but which looked to him a lot like plant fibres. Apropos of this, the dull green hull of vines was decorated here and there with gorgeous pink blooms, wide flowers with petals made of complex webbing. One of these flowers appeared to be the engine, and another looked like it was a sensor dish. They glowed in the relative dark of the docking bay, their systems powered by an eldritch-looking energy.In total, the ship was only about ten feet long. It was a miniature, a child’s toy. Its place at the centre of the huge parking space arranged for it was utterly ludicrous. And as he and Avalynne stared at the little craft, Marcus began laughing.“A ‘tiny issue’!” he chuckled. “Very funny, Raven!”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 02/10/2026

#dent from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Uh-oh, more spoilers! Marcus' hyper-strong girlfriend is here to save him, but his attacker doesn't seem worried. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

[There you are.]
Something slammed into the sealed door at his back. Once, then again. Massive impacts, rending metal and shredding circuits. When he turned to face the door, Marcus saw that it had dented inwards. And whatever beast was on the far side of that door took both sides in their hands and began tearing them apart. Bit by bit, with a screech of wrecked metal, the door began to open.
“Oh… very good!”
Marcus turned back. Arkay was smiling madly. That wasn’t right. She should be afraid. Instead, she was grinning with ludicrous hunger.
“Very good! Very good! See, Marcus, how the universe rewards my work? I can yet succeed…”
Mounting terror grew in Marcus’ chest, hitting fever pitch as Arkay glared down at him.
“I hope you are ready to see what RK stands for!” she seethed.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 02/10/2026

“You look great too, Elm,” he said with a smile.
“Fuck off,” she replied predictably and took a long drag on her cig. “All I want out of you is proof you’ve been listening. We’re taking a massive fucking gamble here, which proves how much we need this night out. But I’m not going anywhere until you prove to me you remember tonight’s rules. Well?”
Marcus blinked. “I… don’t remember there being any mention of specific rules. Which means-…” he added quickly as Elm tightened one fist at her side, “that… in the absence of specific permissions, I’m not actually allowed to do anything. So, no walking around, no talking, no… um, singing. No bothering Talyn, of course. I might just sleep.”
Elm’s lips tightened around her cigarette, but the nod was light and easy. “Clever boy. Remember that, and I won’t have to beat the shit out of you.”
“You really should listen, Marcus,” added Sera with a mischievous smile. “Elm is going to be utterly intoxicated tonight, so you can’t rely on either me or Talyn to be able to talk sense into her if she decides to end your life.”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 01/10/2026

Happy October, #LitHodgepodge! I'm Ewan, a high-spice writer of sci-fi and fantasy. I used sex as a metaphor for encountering the unknown, and vice versa, over and over again. My big project is Lonely Ship, a seven-part space opera that is ALMOST finished! I also do shorts! #writingcommunity

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 01/10/2026

A living starship travels the lightless paths between alien worlds... A crew navigates the turbulent waters of interpersonal connection... See what awaits them at the sombre edge of the galaxy in... ...The Lonely Ship Saga. Wednesdays6pmonlyonSYFY. #timetravelauthors #writingcommunity #writesky

Cover for Ewan Stone's Lonely Ship from the Accord, Part One, Near Traverse.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 01/10/2026

#injury from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Uh-oh, spoilers! Marcus has been wounded, and Talyn checks in on him through their mental-digital connection. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

[May I speak with you like this?] Her voice, echoing in his mind, was clear and confident. [The chill is making it difficult to expel my voice in a meaningful manner.]
[Of course,] he replied digitally. [It’s no problem at all.] After all, his throat was still a little dry. Speaking with his mind conveniently ignored the aches of his body.
[Thank you. Are you well, Marcus? Your arm injury looks quite severe.]
[It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. And besides, a visitor from the future told me I’m getting a new one fairly soon.]
Since Pyrrha had revealed to him that he would be receiving a comfortable prosthetic in the near future, Marcus had found that the ache in his stump had subsided considerably. As if his body knew there was a time limit on his suffering.
[Robot claw.]
[I am sorry?]
[O-Oh, did I think that out loud?] asked Marcus sheepishly. [It’s nothing, Talyn.]

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 01/10/2026

“I bet she’s with Rune,” Avalynne said.
“You think so?” Hal asked, standing beside her in the doorway. “I guess they’ve been getting along recently, haven’t they?”
“Exactly. If she’s not in bed and she’s not in engineering, she’ll be hanging with her bestie. So if you want to talk with her, you’d better try-…”
Avalynne stopped short. The flickering lights… Oh my.
“You’d better try… finding her in the morning,” she finished instead. “Since they’re probably asleep by now. And if they aren’t, I bet their current conversation is very much no boys allowed.”
Hal sighed. “You’re right. In the morning. I’ll talk to her in the morning, maybe…”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 30/09/2026

That concludes revisions of Lonely Ship 3, and with it, Season One of the Saga! Still holds up! I love this stupid story. I love spending time here. I have time this afternoon, so I'll be starting Book 4. How could I not? 😃 #writingcommunity

Cover of Far Worlds, Book 3 of Ewan Stone's Lonely Ship Saga.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 30/09/2026

#guard from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Girls' Night plans go awry when Elm remembers they need someone to watch their prisoner overnight. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Talyn closed her eyes and nodded her head slowly, as if this was a wistful memory. “This shall make our fourth Girls’ Night on Ring City, making it our most common destination for revelry in the entire Forge.”
Frowning, Elm counted off on her fingers. And realising, Talyn cast her a disapproving shake of the head.
“Of course, you still do not remember the third time, Elm. I had to carry you home, so I remember it very clearly.”
“U-Uh, thanks Tal.”
“This sounds very exciting.”
At once, Elm’s mood soured. She breathed out a hot breath through her nose as she leaned around Sera and Talyn to set her sights on their prisoner, who was peeking out of medical with a stupid smile on his dumb face.
“Moron,” she told him. “The clue is in the name. You aren’t fucking invited.”
“A-Ah, right. I did guess that much.” Marcus laughed. “That makes sense. I hope you have a good night out.”
“Any time away from you is good,” she grumbled.
“I’m just checking, though. I’ll be staying here that night, and I’ll be… by myself?”
Elm frowned at him, uncomprehending for a moment. Then, her heart sank.
“You did not consider that one of us would have to remain on guard, did you?” said Talyn.
“Fuck.” Elm gritted her sharp teeth, then pointed a finger at Marcus. “You spoil everything, don’t you?”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 30/09/2026

But hidden among the smoggy clouds and burning mountains, tucked away in the dark of the night’s shadow, was a thin strip of brilliant, neon starshine. That strip was the only place on the whole world that was safe from the cataclysmic flare of the sun Corona. Sera had told Marcus that Ring City itself was a tightly bustling urban jungle, rife with parties and cheap food. An unending celebration of life, here on the very edge of demise. The residents and visitors both knew that someday, perhaps in a thousand cycles or perhaps ten million, the rotation of the planet would shift enough to destroy the urban strip and turn all their accomplishments to char on the solar winds. Even so, the people came. Perhaps because of that understanding, it made their joyous cries into the void sound all the more resonant.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 29/09/2026

#well from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Out on the town, privateer pilot Sera is invited to an arcade by a nice lad. She likes to win. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

“I won!”
It was childish of her, she knew that. But Sera did so like to win. She made an attempt at calming herself down but needlessly, as Neu stood to his feet with a wide smile and a demure round of applause. He came around the unit towards her.
“Well done!” he said. “I can hardly believe it, but well done! You must have…”
Drawing close, he leaned around the divider and examined her win-state. Sera could smell the minty shampoo he used in his gorgeous locks.
“Oh, you little devil!” he laughed. “You were right beside me the whole time! Very sneaky!”
Sera felt herself blushing, and the rushing warmth of the heavy effects of her drink. She rested herself down into a seat on the tabletop of the unit, and Neu came to a seat beside her. Close. He liked to be close, her Neu.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 29/09/2026

“Is this an emergency?” Rune asked, raising one brow.
“Oh, I think it is! If I don’t hear how Marcus has been treating you between the sheets, I think I might just die!”
A feline technician happened to be walking by at that moment, and she turned curiously to eavesdrop until she passed them by. Rune blushed fiercely.
“Y-You already know all about that.”
“Do I? Let’s find out.” Therese’s tentacle reached around, tugging Rune closer beside her, and the tip tapped on the glass of the wine bottle with a pleasantly full thunk. “Drink that, and then tell me there’s nothing left for me to discover.”
“A-All of it?”
“Half of it. And who knows.” Therese nuzzled Rune’s hair playfully. “Maybe once I’m properly lubricated with the other half, I’ll let you tease me a bit, too.”
This time, more people were passing by, and they all turned to listen.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 28/09/2026

“Not wrong at all, my sweet girl,” Elm grinned as Talyn emerged from engineering and made her way into the group. “In fact, I have a surprise for you both. I’ve gone ahead and booked us in for Ring acceleration the cycle after our arrival.”
“The cycle after?” Sera folded her arms with a frown. “Was that the earliest they had?”
“No, I chose it.”
“So we’re going to just be kicking our heels for the night that we’re…” The dragon trailed off as she caught on to Elm’s ploy, and to the captain’s delight, she lit up like a fresh cig. “No!”
“You got it!” said Elm, standing to her feet. “It’s time for another of Tyrra Elmstrider’s famous Girls’ Nights!”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 28/09/2026

#prime from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Bounty hunter Elm negotiates a delay on her ship's hyper-speed transit, so she can arrange a night on the town. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

an idea struck her. Something to cure her girl of the sighing sadness that had overtaken her. Something to rid her of her need to feel bad for Marcus fucking Albright.
“Hey Ari,” she said. “Ari, my new best friend in the whole world?”
The coordinator laughed along. “Yes Elm, light of my life?”
“What’s prime time the cycle after our arrival looking like?”
“Prime time for plus-four?” he sighed. “Busier than the palace on Almsday. You expecting a delay?”
“No, no. We’ll be there. What about first shift for that cycle?”
“Urgh, you’d give up prime time for a firstie?”
“Humour me.”
Ari hummed. “It’s open. You can have it, if you like.”
“And a discount for freeing up a prime?”
“Don’t push it. Shall I book you in?”
Elm didn’t have to think it through. “Do it.”
“Alright, then. I’ll be seeing you in four cycles, first thing on the first shift.”
“See you then, Ari.” With the connection ended, Elm pulled free her headphones and tossed them onto the dashboard.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 27/09/2026

CW: DEATH #delay from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Sad one. A quick look at the crew of the Ultraviolet, having a really bad day. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

“Well, we can agree on one thing,” said Hale. “We aren’t letting them board us. And we aren’t handing anything over. Even if we did have what they were looking for.”“Hear, hear.” Sasha was nodding her head in sharp, vicious bobs. “Let’s send these fucks a message they’ll take with them back to their den. You don’t get to push us around without hurting!”Amay just laughed. Poor boy was at the very end of his tether.This was it, then. No more delays. They were at breaking point.“Here we go, then,” said Hale. “Hold fast. I love you all.”And breathing deeply, Hale, the last commander of the Ultraviolet, threw up her arm in terminal defiance.“All ports! Open fire!”As the flames tore the ancient Mythmaker ship apart, and as burning light engulfed the bridge, she closed her eyes.Sorry Avalynne, she prayed into the cosmos. We almost made it back to you. But I guess I let you down…

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 26/09/2026

#observe from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. A personal favourite snip! Talyn roundabout asks Marcus out. Would this logic work to get a date with you?? (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 25/09/2026

Having a massive starship as one half of a romantic pairing gives a lot of opportunities for stuff like this, where the ship infrastructure is reacting to emotion like a human body. It's almost a shame Rune ends up with a 'real' body, as I need to find other ways to use sound! 😅 #pretendpanel

$Yeah, wait a frac. You just said something wild. Rune? Rune, sweety?” “Yes, Therese?” came the cute voice of the ship from overhead. “Are you and Marcus a couple, you dirty girl?” Marcus opened his mouth to protest, but Therese’s palm pressed against his face kept him from speaking. And a good thing too as, very suspiciously, Rune didn’t answer right away. “I do not know.” “You don’t know?” Therese continued, placing a second hand over Marcus’ mouth when he struggled against her. “Do you like him?” “…I am fond of Marcus, yes.” “Like, romantically?” A strange sensation came over Therese. Without eyesight, she relied on touch and sound to interact with her environment. As such, she had developed something of a sense for how the ship was doing without needing visual overlays or terminals to transmit to her implant. She felt the thrumming of Rune’s heartbeat through her tentacles on the deck. And now, like a gentle breeze, she felt what she could only describe as a sigh. “It is a moot point,” said Rune, betraying no emotion. “I am not in a position to properly fill the role of romantic partner for anyone, so it is a waste of time to consider it.”$

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 25/09/2026

#nation from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Old-fashioned FTL means lots of time for reading. Bounty hunter Elm goes through her book collection. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Elm had three books to her name. All were made of stained paper, and their spines were dog-eared and worn away. She preferred physical books for reading, since screens made her eyes hurt after a while. But in this one in particular, there was a section between chapters seventeen and nineteen where damage to the page had destroyed all legibility. She recalled what happened in the inky narrative void well enough, but it was still a shame to have to rely on her own memory and not the words of the original author.
This book she was now reading was a story about something called a ‘paige’, a sort of low-level nobleman’s soldier, who rises through the ranks of her home castle to eventually manage the armies of a whole nation. Elm liked to cheer the girl on in her quest for martial respect from her peers, even if she was an elf. She had nothing against elves, obviously, but their lives were very different to hers. The barriers this girl faced in her ascent were not ones Elm could necessarily sympathise with. And once or twice in the long, epic narrative, the girl jeopardises her whole career for the sake of some pretty boy or another she’s run into, which Elm thought was utterly inane. Still, a good read. A few more cycles, and she’d be finished with this one again. Then she’d move on to her second book, which was about space pirates, and then back and forth between the two, ad infinitum.
Her third book was called Twilit Tales of House Black, an eternal lend from Raven Manor, and she reserved that one for privacy.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 25/09/2026

Talyn’s eyes. When he had first seen the girl in the angelic, metal armour, he had known she was an android at once. Her stiff stance and placid expression were all the evidence needed, even before taking into account her monstrous strength and way she responded to his digital senses. But now, in the dim light of engineering, he looked into her eyes and wondered if he’d been wrong this whole time.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 24/09/2026

#meddle from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Epilogue time! Galactic mastermind Raven considers a vision of the future she seems incapable of preventing. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

“Good night, Madam Raven.”
As the maid took her leave with another curtsey, Raven leaned back on her seat and spared a glance for the monitor she had dismissed to the side of the room. It still hung there on its pneumatic arm, and Raven could see the glow of the screen shining on the mahogany wall even with the monitor facing away from her. Meeting the Prosultan was tomorrow. Then she had the Century Board to plan, since that was closer than she’d like. She would be announcing the production of the Wings Institute’s new skin graft system for damaged feet. Funny, Marcus and Avalynne had helped her put that together too. As for the T-codes, there was no rush. The mysteries of time could wait for as long as they needed. And for now, destiny would occur however much she meddled.
Still, Raven didn’t go to bed for a further thirtieth of a cycle. She drank her tea and ate some bread. And she considered the cosmos, as best she could.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 24/09/2026

“Oh…” came Talyn’s voice in the pitch black beside him. “That was… foolish.”
“S-Sorry,” Marcus grumbled. “I didn’t think that would happen. Elm’s gonna beat the crap out of me, isn’t she?”
“No, it is I who was foolish,” Talyn sighed. She didn’t sound all that put out by the sudden lack of power in the ship. But then again, most emotions would have been a surprise coming from her. “I did not consider that the collar would attempt to limit the ship’s core power through the recharge device. Since my awakening, I have never slept with the collar around my neck again. I should have realised… And you are certain that you need to breathe?”
As he fought to retain his angle in the lack of gravity, Marcus reached out for something to hold to. “Why are you asking that now?” he asked urgently.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 23/09/2026

#tumble from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Demi chastises her boyfriend's mentor, the ship's captain, for not spending enough time with him. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

“He is my mentor.” Aki smiled proudly. “He agreed to coach me in the ways of the galaxy! So, there. I wish he had more time to speak to me as my mentor.”
Demi’s eyes widened. “He agreed to be your mentor?”
“Oh, I did not say? Yes! And were we not constantly in the midst of some galactic crisis, I have no doubt he would-…”
“Aki, no!”
“N-…” he stammered, taken aback by her sudden ferocity. “No?”
“He agreed to be your mentor, but I’ve barely seen him spare you a second! That’s rude of him!”
“Oh, um… No, I am sure that he has good reason to prioritise other matters.”
“What, like having sex with Deviant Avalynne?” Demi scowled. “He has time, Aki.”
“B-But…” It was a struggle to find any words at all. What did she mean, having sex with Avalynne? Wasn’t Marcus…? No, that didn’t matter. “But now that Miss Rune is here, surely he will want to spend all of his time with her! It would be rude of me to-…”
“Rune’s very special,” said Demi with a shake of her head, letting her chestnut hair tumble about her shoulders. “But we’re his crew. His has an obligation to spare us his time too. And he promised you, Aki! He needs to give you more of his time, if he promised. Except, I think the issue here is yours too.”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 23/09/2026

“As I live and breathe…”
The voice of their employer was changed. Now, it was awash in an eager, venomous sort of glee, a quietly menacing excitement. Elm recalled the many rows of serrated teeth in the mouth of a four-headed lizard.
“Never would I have counted myself lucky enough to be having this conversation with you…” said Arkay. She spoke slowly, as if savouring the taste of her own words. “…Captain Marcus Albright.”
Marcus looked urgently at Sera, who shook her head. “I didn’t tell them your name,” she confirmed.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 22/09/2026

#meltdown from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Marcus seeks to delay his own kidnapping by attacking the aggressors' ship with a digital attack. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

“They tipped you off!” he shouted as his programming began its nasty work on Elm’s ship. “Enlighten told you we were here!”
Elm had been halfway through a growled threat, but clearly she couldn’t help but enjoy his dismay.
“Yeah,” she said. “We’re a big fucking family, and they were happy to help us out. You been rocking the Rockhaven, little man? They were very eager to… Wait. What the fuck are you up to?”
He didn’t bother to answer. Theonova’s fusion reactor was an old model, far behind on its inspection. The slug was ancient, a lead case of radioactive material as old as sin. He didn’t need much effort at all to begin the process of heating up its redundant systems in preparation for a meltdown. It asked him where all the heat was supposed to go, and he ignored it. Alarms began to blare in the ship’s diagnostics, and he let them sing with grim satisfaction.
“I said, what the fuck are you playing at?” Elm demanded, sighting herself down the crossbow. “If I find out you’ve been-…!”
“Stop that!”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 21/09/2026

9 animes that shaped me. You like my little SF X shape? 😆 my9animes.com/en

9 anime that shaped EWAN STONE: Gundam Wing, Madoka Magical, Gurren Lagann, Love Hina, Evangelion, Baccano!, Legend of the Galactic Heroes, Dragonball Z, Gunbuster.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 21/09/2026

I'm loathe to call any of the Lonely Ship cast 'annoying'. They all get redemption, some sooner than others. I'd pick privateer captain Luc, who has such a high opinion of himself! He's clever enough to know how to snap back, and he puts that mind to work doing some bad stuff. #timetravelauthors

“You will try the Lanes?” Luc chuckled. “Then you are brave as well as beautiful, Captain. A winning combination! Perhaps we might collaborate a little closer before you depart? My colleagues and I travel the Lanes all the time and are available to offer assistance.”
“Unnecessary. If you will excuse us.”
“Such confidence. Perhaps you have already received some help? From a certain scavenger station, maybe?”
“That is not for your concern.”
“I’m afraid I must disagree, as we have some business with that station ourselves. If you have been in contact with them, perhaps taken supplies or personnel from them, that makes you our concern.”
“We have taken nothing from Candour,” Miriham said. “We did not have more than a rapid conversation with them. They appear passive and peaceful, however,” she added, leaning on her podium with a deep frown. “Tell me, Luc. What business do you have with scavengers?”
Luc’s lips twisted. She couldn’t tell if he was smiling or grimacing. She didn’t like the thought of either. “We are messengers, Miriham,” he said. “We are here to deliver a message.”
“And what message could possibly require three railguns to deliver?” she retorted.
“A very serious one. It’s very important that our message gets delivered. In fact, I think we had better come aboard and make sure there isn’t anyone on your ship who also needs to hear our very serious message. Prepare yourselves to be boarded.”

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“I haven’t met many humans here in the Forge,” he said when it was clear she wasn’t going to reply. “It’s more than a little lonely, sometimes. Even on the crew of our ship, I was an outsider for our early days. And you and I are very different to one another, as we’ve proven. But we do both look like humans. And if you’re right, we both share the same native origin, someone needing a human-looking machine. I’d rather not be killed over that similarity, but it is always nice to meet kin.”
Slowly, she turned her eyes to face him. “Kin?”
“Yeah. Fellow humans. Fellow freaks, maybe,” he amended with a grin, “since you can breathe in space and I don’t always die properly. Either way, it’s nice to find reminders that I’m not alone out here.”
Talyn was watching, her pale blue gaze unreadable. She said nothing.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 21/09/2026

#stream from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Right at the end of the line for this one! The climax of Lonely Ship's Season 1 includes this trippy dream! (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Rune and Marcus stood together in a tall, stone chapel. Hands clasped, eyes wide with surprise. Blue sunlight streaming in from tall windows. How did they get here?
Marcus only had a moment to wonder, as the sound of applause suddenly rushed over him. He stared out, and Rune with him, and met the exuberant eyes of one hundred people. He could only make out the definition of one of them, a young woman standing beside Rune in a blue dress. She wore a silver sparrow at her breast, and her hair was short, fair and cute.
“You did it!” she cheered. “Well done!”
The whole crowd cheered with her. All one hundred of them. He knew them all, in a way. They were all of them familiar.
He looked to Rune with a breathless smile, and she smiled back. She looked radiant in her white dress. She’d always had that thing, she’d just never worn it. Rune laughed joyously as she stepped forward and planted her lips on his. The cheering reached fever pitch.
And then they exploded.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 20/09/2026

#signal from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Marcus has his first encounter with the Far Worlds' mad collector, the scientist Arkay. But she knows him already... (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

“Your specimen,” said the voice. “This… humanoid artificial. Is it nearby?”“He’s here, yeah.”“May I speak with it, please?”Elm, not liking this at all but knowing it was all they had to go on, turned in her seat and glared demonstratively at Marcus. The human stepped forward so he was between her and Sera, and he leaned in.“I’m here,” he said uncertainly. “I’m not happy about it, but I am here. Can I help you?”The soft static grew along the signal, only Elm realised a moment later that it was the sound of an intake of breath. Then Arkay fell silent.“Hello?” said Marcus. “You still there?”“As I live and breathe…”The voice of their employer was changed. Now, it was awash in an eager, venomous sort of glee, a quietly menacing excitement. Elm recalled the many rows of serrated teeth in the mouth of a four-headed lizard.“Never would I have counted myself lucky enough to be having this conversation with you…” said Arkay. She spoke slowly, as if savouring the taste of her own words. “…Captain Marcus Albright.”Marcus looked urgently at Sera, who shook her head. “I didn’t tell them your name,” she confirmed.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 19/09/2026

Happy Saturday, #TimeTravelAuthors! In this excerpt, a sign of the #changing times in Lonely Ship. Tactical Officer Hal meets Ensign Demi, an alien that lives in the bodies of other species. Her kind subsist on heat, and Hal's people have high body temperatures, so they're a good match!

Hal smiled as he moved to the slope, and Demi closed the gap.“Hal, tactical,” he introduced, holding out his hand. “I hear that party was gonna bomb anyway. You can have a lot more fun here with us, mark my words.”“O-Okay.” The ensign shyly took his hand. Her skin was indescribably cold, and he began to laugh.“Shit, girl! You need a pair of gloves or something.”She wasn’t listening. As Hal watched, Demi’s breathing shortened. Her grip on him tightened slowly, and when he looked into her odd, red eyes he saw that the pupils had expanded.“Oh…” she sighed. “Oh, wow.”This must be the one from the Alignment, then. Hal wasn’t sure what to make of that. His old dad had fought as part of a poorly thought-out war against her people, back when the ‘corpse-thieving insects’ had been enemies of the Accord. Now there was one serving on his ship. How the times change. Still, this Demi seemed an interesting sort. And, again, she was cute, which helped.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 19/09/2026

#tube from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Marcus helps Talyn suit up in her powered armour for a space engagement. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Is it fun?”Talyn narrowed her eyes at him. “Please explain your question.”“Is flying around in the combat frame fun?” he asked again. After the shoulders came a loose tube of self-affixing polymer that connected the gauntlets to the rest of the frame. Talyn extended her arm for him to wrap the fabric around her. “I bet it’s a lot of fun. I’d love to fly around in space myself, free from gravity and endlessly mobile.”“It is… not unpleasant,” she agreed with a frown. “Please recall that I shall be fighting for my life and the lives of my friends and will not be considering how entertained I am by space flight as I do so.”“Right, obviously,” Marcus chuckled.“Additionally, the fatigue I shall feel on returning to gravity will be very unpleasant,” she said. “As will the readjusting of my core temperature after the cold of the vacuum of space. However…”He tightened the straps on her arm guards, and Talyn lowered her gauntleted hands to her sides. After some thought, she nodded decisively.“It is fun,” she said. “I enjoy flying very much.”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 18/09/2026

#payment from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Sorry for the dense one! Bounty hunter Elm has a crossbow, and Marcus asks for the story from Talyn. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Elm acquired the crossbow on a bounty mission to a world in the Near Traverse. I was present as her partner, but this was far before Sera joined us. The world was a seldom visited planet with a small native population in the pre-industrial stage of their development. Elm was tasked with landing on this planet and extracting a known criminal fleeing justice from the Core Worlds, who had set himself up as a deity among the locals and was hiding from the Core authorities. We soon realised that we were at a disadvantage on this world. Despite possessing surpassing technology, the system’s sun would once per rotation of the planet release a powerful electromagnetic flare that tampered with all electronics."“Did Elm complete the mission?” Marcus asked.“She did,” said Talyn. “She altered the remit of the operation in accordance with our new handicap and covertly entered the society that our target was hiding in. She used her imposing strength to ingratiate herself in a small society of natives who acted counter to their society’s government and took part in a series of anarchistic espionage and larceny tasks for them.”“A thieves’ guild?” asked Marcus with bright, excited eyes.“I do not know that term,” she replied. “Regardless of their name, the organisation was the one who gifted her the crossbow and supported her in setting up the hit on her target. Their goals were aligned in this sense, which was convenient.”“And she brought him in?”Talyn shook her head. “He was killed in the ensuing battle. And Elm has a scar on her stomach from the puncturing wound of a metal blade as a result. A less than optimal resolution, but enough for her to retreat and collect payment from our employer. She retained the crossbow as something of a souvenir of her time there.”“That’s so cool,” said Marcus. “I wish I could have seen that.”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 18/09/2026

“This is all very odd,” Sera sighed with a shake of her horned head. “Did RKON ever share their rationale for managing humanity in the way they do? The rest of us get along just fine having children in the conventional, organic sense.”
Having children… in the organic sense… Marcus swallowed.
“It’s to keep us safe,” he explained. “It takes out the uncertainty of nature. Having a digital programme in place to support the population means infant mortality is a flat zero, the same as disease. No hunger, no thirst, no need for sleep if we don’t want to…”
“But you could theoretically still suffer from mental or emotional harm?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“You could still exhibit symptoms such as, let’s say, a delusion about who you are and the nature of your existence?”
Marcus realised he was gripping the bed too tightly, and he forced himself to relax. “Sure.”
“Hm. Interesting.” As if this was nothing, Sera turned to face her medical terminal and focussed on her work.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 17/09/2026

#effort from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Following a late-night debate on the nature of artificial sentience, android Talyn gives Marcus something to think about (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Hold this,” she said. “I shall return momentarily.”“Where are you going?”“Is it not obvious? I require the use of the facilities.”“Oh. Of course. Sorry.”Talyn scowled. “You did not anticipate that I would have such a biological need?”“I guess not.”“That is because you do not understand yourself, Marcus,” said the android. “You do not understand what it means to be artificial.”She left him standing with her drink in his hands and marched away through the crowds towards the restroom. Marcus closed his gaping mouth with effort. That had been quite a parting shot. Way to bring him down, Talyn. But… was she right? Marcus took an idle drink from the android’s glass as he considered her inditement. Booze and caffeine swam together throughout his biological systems. He felt both very fast and very slow. And he wondered. What did it mean to be artificial? If he was not human, if he was just a husk put together with fake memories by an ancient computer, what did that mean for him?And did that detract in any way from the way Talyn’s smile made him feel?

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“I can see that you’ve been working hard in your research,” he told her, reaching up and brushing at her hair with his fingertips. “You’re a good student of this sort of thing, aren’t you Rune? Maybe you just don’t test well.”
“M-Marcus?” she whispered.
“Shh,” he replied. “It’s Professor Albright, remember.”
Rune’s lips parted in a look of shock. Worry and delight swam ying and yang in her eyes. “Professor… Albright…”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 16/09/2026

🌶️ SEX MENTIONED #call from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. On a night out, Talyn stands up to 'pervert' Marcus, who is destined to sleep with her best friend. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

Talyn glowered. “I trust you shall not act rashly with that thought in mind. Are you attracted to Sera?”He sighed resignedly. “Yeah. She’s great.”“She is. She is a wonderful, beautiful and intelligent young woman. Intelligent enough to be able to select her own partner. Do you not agree?”“I do,” he said. “You’re right.”“Then you will give up on your quest to seduce her?”“I’d not call it a quest, since I haven’t really been trying.”“Do not lie. You have been attempting to seduce her for your entire tenure on the Theonova.”“Have I?” Marcus stared. “How?”“You have been gazing,” accused Talyn. “Longingly.”“No, I haven’t!”“You smile at her jokes and you agree with her opinions, even when they are inconvenient to your self-esteem,” she said. “The angle of your body gravitates towards hers at all moments you share a room. You shower naked in front of an open door so that you might excite her with the sight of your underwhelming penis.”“I… Hey!” Marcus was laughing now, even as she called his manhood ‘underwhelming’. “She made me do that!”“A likely story,” said Talyn with a critical shake of her head.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 16/09/2026

“Where is Marcus, anyway?” Hal asked in the ensuing quiet. “Shouldn’t our beloved captain be here to help us plan?”
Therese could feel the heat in the room rising. Avalynne and Fei were grinning and sharing a knowing look across the table. Miriham and Demi were feigning ignorance, the former with a pretty blush at her cheeks. And Pyrrha… the air around her was like ice.
“I shall make sure he is up to speed when he is done,” Miriham said, clearing her throat.
Hal looked about the room with wide eyes. “Done with what?”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 15/09/2026

🌶️ SEX MENTIONED #external ('outside') from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. The dance at Raven Manor is getting out of hand. Marcus faces the LI trifecta all at once (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

[I’m sorry,] he thought. [Rune, I’m sorry.][Don’t be. Marcus, that woman has had decades to perfect her craft. I really shouldn’t have expected different, and I know you can’t put up much of a fight in front of her. I take some solace that she drew the line at pleasuring you with an erotic dance without actually completing the deed. But it’s like I said before. Let her have her fun tonight. She won’t get another chance when I have my body.][Rune, I’m so fucking horny.]She giggled from her seat at the table. [Are you? Perhaps we should take this outside, then? I can’t touch you in this form, but I would enjoy watching you come. Especially in that lovely outfit.]He took an eager step forward. But then, a hand grabbed his.
[Ah,] said Rune. [But first, you have another customer who has been waiting her turn patiently.]Marcus turned into the big, bright eyes of Fei Li. The girl’s insistent stare was almost enough to knock him backwards. He wondered if that was steam he could see shooting from her nose.
“Oh God…” he moaned, despite himself.

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 15/09/2026

“But… How am I supposed to help my dad realise his destiny if you keep me from getting out there?” Pyrrha insisted. “I have to be with him to make sure what’s supposed to happen happens!”
“Did you not say that time is immutable?” asked Miriham with a severe frown of suspicion. “I believe you said that Marcus’ destiny shall occur, and your support with it, regardless of how much we interfere.”
“Y-Yeah, but…” Pyrrha tried, then deflated with a frown. “Fine. I’ll stay here, I guess. Why’d I even bother coming back in time?”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 14/09/2026

She had too much to think about, was the rest of the reason. She had finally seen her dad in his element, and it had been so different to what she had expected. The Core Worlds public networks held a huge record of events from this era, even in the ragged state they were in during Pyrrha’s time. But they got so much of it wrong and left so much out. It hadn’t been that long between now and Pyrrha’s time, but this period of pioneer history was still so clouded by mystery.
The time before the emergence of the Runechildren, the crusade of the Black Husk, and the formation of the Starforged Alliance…

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 14/09/2026

🌶️ SEX TALK #month from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Therese probes Rune about using roleplay to spice up her nights with Marcus. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 13/09/2026

#distract from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Sera interviews Marcus, ostensibly for her own records but in actuality for sellable data. *And* she's curious 😉 (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

He was drawing into himself, Sera could tell. She wasn’t normally so good at reading people, and she much preferred the predictability of machines. Maybe that was why she could read Marcus. After all, wasn’t he a machine himself?
“Tell me about your women, then.”
He narrowed his eyes at her with a hint of blush in his cheeks. Distraction successful. “Why?”
“People might want to know,” she replied with a grin.
“People like who? Who’s going to read that report of yours?”
Oops, she’d almost given the game away. Sera’s fingers tapped idly on the keyboard as she put on what she hoped was a bashful smile.
“I’m curious,” she said. And then, since that was too strong a reaction, “Remember that you almost made part of your harem after Ring City. I need to know what sort of company I was going to keep if you’d gotten your hands on me.”

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Ewan Stone ✍️🔞 @ewanstone.uk · 12/09/2026

#wedge from Far Worlds, Book Three of the Lonely Ship Saga. Deep in the Far Worlds, the mad collector Arkay holds court in her bizarre starship. (Read Lonely Ship here! ewanstone.uk/110-2/) #writingcommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPsnips #spaceopera #erotica #nsfw

By this point, the Theonova’s sensors had kicked into gear. Her eyesight wasn’t brilliant over long distances, such as from the system’s edge where she was currently sitting, but Sera could still pick up a few key details to help the mission. Right now, she was most curious about the unknown craft in the centre of the little gathering. The big, plastic triangle floated like a wedge of cheese silhouetted by the blue of the star.
“This is very odd,” she remarked as she worked the controls to focus the sensors on the alien cruiser. “The infrastructure of Arkay’s ship is massive, but I’m not picking up any energy readings outside of what I think is a relay suite on the underside of the main housing, and those huge engines on the back. It’s almost as if most of the ship isn’t being used. Just the command centre in the middle and some very basic engineering.”
“Maybe she’s got the lights off to conserve power,” suggested Elm with a shrug. “Maybe her creepy experiments take up so much energy that she can’t afford to keep all the other decks on all the time.”
“Or it could be a shell protecting the real ship underneath,” said Marcus.

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