Protecting His Mistress (Kindred Tales)

He willed himself to keep it up, drawing out his orgasm with thoughts of kissing and licking Lilli’s pussy as she continued to stroke him. Pumping into her hand, he imagined he was coming inside her, filling her up, making her his as he bonded the two of them together forever…

That was impossible, of course—only a fantasy. As a Hybrid, he couldn’t bond a female to him. But just thinking of making Lilli his forever made him come over and over, the seed jetting out of the tip of his cock and forming a large, silvery puddle beside the small splatter of the other bodyslave’s seed.

At last he finished coming, though his shaft still didn’t go down.

He stood, panting a little beside Lilli. His little Mistress had stopped stroking him, though she still hadn’t moved her hand from his shaft. She seemed to like the feel of him, Karn thought as she continued to cup him loosely.

“Wow,” Yulla remarked, taking a step forward to look down at the puddle of seed. “That’s amazing! I’ve never seen a male shoot that much!”

“Us, either!” Bodie and Beelie came up for a look as well.

“Well, I guess you finally lost, Priss,” Bodie remarked.

“Which means that H’rare now belongs to Lilliana—right?” Beelie asked.

Priss’s thin lips had narrowed down to an invisible line in her face and her blue eyes were flashing.

“Fine,” she said at last, glaring at Lilli. “You win—this time. H’rare!” she bellowed at her bodyslave who came to stand beside her quickly.

“Yes, Mistress?” he asked uncertainly.

“Well, I’m not your Mistress anymore, am I you idiot!” Priss screamed in his face “Go on—get away from me!” She threw his stay-hard band at his face but H’rare ducked and it sailed over the balcony.

Quickly, he ran to stand behind Lilli and Karn.

“I’m tired of this,” Priss abruptly announced. “I’m going inside.”

She turned and flounced back through the golden double doors in a huff.

“We’d better go too!” Beelie and Bodi and Yulla and their bodyslaves all hurried in after her.

Lilli sagged in relief and then realized she was still touching Karn intimately.

She pulled her hand reluctantly away and looked up at him.

“You did it,” she murmured, smiling. “You beat him.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you, little Mistress,” he growled, smiling. “Come on, let’s go back in before she gets up to any more mischief.”

Sixteen

Priss was in a terrible mood once they got back inside but there was clearly nothing she could do about it. H’rare wasn’t hers anymore, so she couldn’t take out her ire on her former bodyslave. She was reduced to slamming her cup on the table and clattering her utensils loudly against her platinum plate. She remained mute and refused to talk, which meant the other girls at the table were reluctant to speak as well, since she was clearly the leader of their little band.

Lilli carried on the conversation as well as she could, making small talk and asking questions but getting only monosyllabic answers from the others. She was immensely relieved when her mother and the other Mistresses rose from their table at last and began getting ready to go.

“Come, Priss,” Mistress Tempertant called as they left the banquet hall and began gathering their things in the entryway. “It’s a long way back to Opulex and I must get up early tomorrow for a meeting.”

“Yes, Mother.” Priss flounced over, her arms crossed over her nearly non-existent breasts, a scowl still on her face. “I’m ready,” she announced. “Let’s get out of here!”

“All right.” Lady Tempertant frowned. “But where’s your latest bodyslave? The one that cost me so much at the Flesh Bazaar?”

H’rare, of course, was nowhere in sight because Lilli had sent him away with Karn. She’d thought it was best if the two of them were out of the way for just this reason.

“I lost him,” Priss said shortly.

“Lost him?” Lady Tempertant’s eyebrows—which were as purple as her hair—lifted incredulously. “What—do you mean he’s run away?”

“If so, I’m certain we can find him,” Mistress Mirabella said quickly. “I’ll have my catcher-bots deployed at once!”

“He didn’t run away,” Priss snapped. “Lilliana won him from me. She asked if we could do a seed-shooting contest with our bodyslaves as prizes.”

This was such a bald-faced lie that Lilli found herself speechless for a moment. Unfortunately, her mother always had something to say.

“Lilliana!” she exclaimed, rounding on her. “How dare you suggest playing games of chance with your guests? Don’t you know how rude it is to take away another Mistress’s bodyslave?”

“I…but I…” Lilli began helplessly.

“Oh, I don’t really mind,” Priss cut in. “Besides, I felt sorry for Lilliana, so I let her win.”

“You felt sorry for her?” Mistress Tempertant frowned at her daughter. “What are you talking about, young lady?”

“Well, I felt sorry for her because she’s the only one of us girls who isn’t expecting,” Priss explained. A cruel smile curved her lips. “She was just saying how she so wanted to be in fashion and have her heir early, so she didn’t have to worry about it later.”