“Well…” Lilli nibbled her lush bottom lip. “When you put it that way…I guess it makes sense.”
“Sure it does,” Karn agreed, smiling. “Of course, we’ll only talk this way when it’s just you and me,” he added quickly. “I don’t think your mother would approve if she knew you were talking to your bodyslave.”
“No, she certainly wouldn’t,” Lilli agreed fervently. “She never talks to hers except to order them all around.” She gave Karn a tentative smile. “But I like the idea of only talking when we’re alone. It’s like…our little secret.”
“Yes, exactly.” Karn nodded. And if she was willing to share one secret with him, hopefully she’d be willing to share more. Like the secret of how to get into her mother’s files—wherever they were. He would have to try and get out and prowl around tonight to see if he could find them.
But for now they had to get ready for the fancy dinner party her mother apparently had planned so she could show off her new bodyslave—which was him.
Six
Lilli liked the way her new bodyslave talked to her. Karn seemed warm and sympathetic and she liked the idea of the two of them getting to know each other better. Still, as nice as he seemed, she was afraid things were about to get awkward.
“I…I’m afraid I’m supposed to wash you now,” she said, biting her lip as she looked up at him. “I hope you don’t mind?”
“I don’t,” Karn said simply, smiling at her.
There was something so disarming in that charming, lopsided grin of his, Lilli thought as she looked up at him. It showed his right fang and the corners of his eyes crinkled, so that she could see the smile in his eyes as well as his mouth.
“Well…good,” she said briskly, trying to act more like a Mistress and less like a scared little girl. “Then let’s get started.”
“As you wish, Little Mistress,” Karn rumbled, nodding his head submissively. “But…”
“But what?” Lilli asked, frowning.
“Well, I’m all ready to get wet.” He nodded down at his massive, muscular, nude body. “But are you coming in the shower with me? If you are, I’m afraid you’ll ruin your gown.”
“Oh…” Lilli looked down at herself with a frown. The Kindred had a point. She was wearing a fetching dusty-rose gown which she didn’t want to ruin.
Well, she thought it was fetching, anyway. Her mother had sniffed and called it “dowdy” because it didn’t show enough skin. But that was the exact reason Lilli liked it and she didn’t want to get watermarks on the delicate Dresdian silk it was made of.
“I…I guess I should get undressed too,” she said and blushed helplessly.
She had never gone naked in front of anyone before—not even the other girls at the convent—because nudity was strictly prohibited. But she knew what her mother would say if she refused to wash her new bodyslave just because she was ashamed of him seeing her naked.
She would first point out that it didn’t matter what the bodyslave saw because they weren’t really people and didn’t count. And then she would get angry with Lilli and call her “prudish” which was apparently one of the worst things you could be in Yonnite Society.
“Hey, little Mistress?” Karn’s deep voice cut through her inner turmoil and she looked up to see a concerned expression on his face.
“Yes, Karn? What is it?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
“If you’d rather not take off your clothes around me, I understand,” he told her. “That must be hard for you, if you were raised in a convent.”
Lilli was surprised at how perceptive the big Kindred was. He had picked right up on the source of her distress and was sympathetic to it instead of making fun of her.
“That’s very kind of you,” she said, lifting her chin. “But a Mistress must not be shy around her bodyslave.”
He frowned.
“Why? Because we’re just furniture? Because our opinions don’t count?”
Lilli bit her lip. The fact that he’d just said almost exactly what she’d imagined her mother saying was awful. Maybe her new bodyslave was too perceptive.
“That’s what most Yonnites would say,” she answered carefully. “And I know it’s what my mother would say.”
“Well, what do you say, little Mistress?” He raised an eyebrow, his mismatched eyes fixed on her intently.
“I…I don’t know,” Lilli admitted. “I’ve only been here for a week. I’m not really used to Yonnite society and customs yet.”
“Of course you’re not.” His voice softened. “Forgive me, little Mistress. I didn’t mean to distress you.”
“You didn’t.” Lilli lifted her chin. “But we can’t stand here talking all night. I have to get you ready for the banquet.”
And resolutely, she began to strip.
Seven
Karn eyed her as she took off her pretty pink gown and began slipping out of her undergarments. Gods, she was as lovely naked as he’d imagined! Her breasts were large and ripe, her nipples were pink and puffy, and her full hips curved down to well-shaped legs. Between her thighs, her soft little pussy had a mound of delicate, light blonde curls which did nothing to hide the plump outer lips of her sex.
Just looking at her was enough to make his shaft rise again. For a moment, Karn tried to stop it by thinking of mathematical formulas but then he reasoned that there was no point. Lilli was going to have to see him erect—see him and touch him as well—so she might as well get used to it.
It was a strange culture, he couldn’t help thinking, that ordered a young, virginal girl to take a large, naked male and bathe and handle him intimately. But then again, there were many aspects of Yonnite culture he found strange—not the least of which was their propensity to take males as slaves.
“Oh!” Lilli’s eyes widened when she finished getting undressed and turned to him. Her gaze was fixed on his shaft, which by now was hard and throbbing. “Why…” She looked at Karn uncertainly. “Why is it, uh, hard again? I haven’t touched you or anything.”
“My shaft got hard in response to seeing your lovely body, little Mistress,” Karn told her frankly. “Forgive me if it’s, uh, impertinent but I can’t help my body’s natural reactions to yours.”
“Your body reacted to mine?” Her eyebrows shot up. “But…is that proper?”
“Probably not.” Karn grinned at her. “But it is natural. At least with my people. Maybe it’s not with yours.”
“I don’t think any of my mother’s bodyslaves react to her the way you’re, uh, reacting to me,” she murmured, still eyeing his shaft.
Remembering Lady Mirabella’s cold, bony claw yanking his equipment, Karn could see why not. There was absolutely nothing about the Yonnite Mistress to make a male hard as far as he could tell. But of course, he couldn’t say that to her daughter.
“Probably her bodyslaves are better trained than I am,” he said, bowing his head humbly. “I guess you’ll have to teach me not to react to your body when you bathe me, little Mistress.”