“So I take it there was a jerk-off scene in this vid you saw?” he rumbled.
Lilli frowned.
“Jerk…off?”
“Where someone strokes a male’s shaft until he shoots his seed,” he explained, still giving her that half-lidded look. “The way you’re stroking mine now.”
“I…I’m cleaning you,” Lilli protested.
“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded. “Keep cleaning then if you really do want to see my seed. I won’t be able to hold back if you keep stroking.”
Lilli bit her lip. Should she do this? Her mother had said nothing about it—but she had said the big Kindred would have to get used to Lilli’s touch. Still, maybe she had better not. Though she kind of wanted to…
“Lilliana, aren’t you ready yet?” Lady Mirabella’s voice calling from the com box in the corner of the room made her gasp and jerk her hand away from the big Kindred’s shaft. “Hurry up! The banquet is in less than an hour!” her mother shouted through the com system.
“Almost ready, Mother,” she called back loudly.
“Very well, then. Hurry! I’ve left the shaft oil and stay-hard band out on your dresser. Oh, and a pair of nipple drops—wear them with the green outfit we talked about—they’re all the rage right now.”
Lilli heard the com box click off and breathed a sigh of relief.
Karn had gone as tense as she had when her mother was shouting. Now he relaxed somewhat and gave her that lopsided grin of his.
“Looks like it’ll have to be later on if you want me to spill my seed for you, little Mistress,” he rumbled.
“Yes, I…I guess so.” Lilli nodded. “I, uh, think you’re clean enough now. Maybe we’d better get out of the shower.”
“As my lady wishes,” he murmured and looked pointedly down at his shaft. “But you’ll have to stop soaping me in that case.”
“Oh!” Lilli realized that her hand had crept back to his thick shaft, which was still just as long and hard as ever, and she was slowly stroking him up and down. What was wrong with her? She jerked her hand away. “I…I didn’t mean to,” she blurted.
“Doesn’t matter.” Karn shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling with the motion. “You’ll have to touch me again in a minute when you oil me up.”
Lilli supposed he was right. But she was still embarrassed about how much she wanted to touch him. It didn’t seem right to want that—he was, after all, only a bodyslave—only a male and thus inferior, at least according to Yonnite society. She shouldn’t feel so attracted to his body or be flattered that he was attracted to hers.
But she would have to think about her confusing feelings later. Right now the banquet was coming up.
“Well, let’s get out of the shower,” she said briskly, putting down the soap glove. “Come on—step out onto the mat and you’ll be dried by the blowers,” she told Karn.
“Yes, little Mistress,” he rumbled and did as she asked.
Nine
The blowers were two nozzles mounted in the ceiling above the entrance to the shower that rotated and shot jets of hot air at him as soon as Karn stepped out of the shower. They felt good and dried him off in no time but damn if his shaft wasn’t still throbbing from the touch of his new Mistress’s hand!
Karn tried to ignore it as he stepped aside so Lilli could come out of the shower and be dried as well. But he couldn’t help looking at her softly curved, naked body, and wishing he could touch her as intimately as she had just touched him. She was full-figured—what the Twin Kindred called an “Elite”—and she looked like a goddess as the warm jets of air made her long hair float around her face like a golden crown.
At last, when they were both dry, Lilli went to get dressed. The garment she picked out of her walk-in closet—which was the size of Karn’s entire suite back on the Mother Ship—was much different from the one she’d taken off. It consisted of a see-through green top which clearly showed her full breasts and a long black skirt which split up the middle to show a pair of matching green lace panties.
Karn had to wear a pair of tight black leather trousers with no crotch, which clearly showed his shaft and balls. He bit back a curse when he saw the trousers, but he wasn’t surprised. It seemed that Lady Mirabella liked to show off her slaves—he would just have to get used to having his shaft on display.
While he was getting into the leather slave trousers, Lilli sat under a hair-styler which fashioned her honey blonde hair into a rather fussy up-do that Karn didn’t like nearly as well as her natural ringlets. Then she put on some lip gloss and a bit of eye paint—much less makeup than he’d seen other Yonnite Mistresses wear—and looked at herself anxiously in the bathroom mirror.
“There, I think we’re all ready. Come on, Karn,” she said, nodding at him.
“Uh, little Mistress? Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked and nodded down at his still hard shaft. “Aren’t you supposed to, uh, oil me?”
Normally he wouldn’t have reminded her of such a thing but he wanted to feel her soft little hands on him again—this time without the soap glove in the way. Also, he didn’t want her to get into trouble.
“Oh, you’re right! Mother said she left the shaft oil for me on my dresser. Just a minute!”
She ran out of the bathing chamber and returned in a moment with a handful of items.
“Here we are—come over to the counter, please,” she said, setting everything down on the wide marble counter beside the sink.
There was a small bottle of bright red oil, a short black leather strap with a silver buckle, and two tiny gold rings with large pear-cut diamond drops hanging from them.
Karn came to stand beside her and waited patiently while she decided what to do.
“All right, let’s see. This is the shaft oil, I guess…” Lilli picked up the small red bottle. “But should I pour it directly on his shaft or pour it on my hands and rub it in?” she muttered, examining the back of the bottle, as though looking for instructions.
“You have to rub it in, Little Mistress,” Karn told her. “It works best that way—if you want me to be nice and hard for display, anyway.”
Though he doubted he would get soft any time in the future as long as she was wearing that naughty little see-through outfit where he could clearly see her plump nipples and lacy panties.
“Oh of course—thank you, Karn.” She smiled at him gratefully and squeezed a generous squirt of the bright red oil into one palm. She rubbed her hands together and then, tentatively, took him in hand.
Karn leaned back against the marble counter and gripped the sides of it with both hands. He had to bite back a groan of pleasure as she began to smooth the slippery red oil up and down his cock. It turned the skin of his shaft an angry bright red which looked kind of ridiculous, but he didn’t even care because her soft little hands felt so good.
“Oh my,” Lilli remarked, her eyes growing wide as she stroked him. “I…I think you’re getting even bigger, Karn! And harder too.”
“That’s because your soft hands feel so good on me, Little Mistress,” He growled softly. “Don’t forget to oil my mating fist too—and my balls. But be careful with those—they’re sensitive.”