Protecting His Mistress (Kindred Tales)

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop holding Lilli. The very full day and the emotional release of her tears seemed to have tired her out. She cuddled against his chest like a sleepy kitten and sighed contentedly.

“You’re falling asleep, little Mistress,” Karn murmured. “Let’s get you changed for bed. Where’s your nightdress?”

“In the closet. One of the drawers on…” Lilli yawned. “On the right.”

Karn laid her gently on the bed and went to find the garment in question. After searching through several drawers, he finally found a sheer, silky white gown as virginal and innocent as Lilli herself.

He also found a pair of long white sleep trousers made of the same silky material for himself. Were they the remnant of some former bodyslave who had been sent to the mines by Lilli’s mother? The thought didn’t bear thinking about. Karn grabbed them along with the nightdress—at least they had a crotch, which made them preferable to the black leather trousers he was wearing now.

Coming back to the bed, he helped Lilli undress—yawning all the time—and got her into the soft little nightdress. He took down her hair, letting it flow free over her shoulders, and removed the diamond nipple drops as well. Then he tucked her under the covers and—very gently because he couldn’t help himself—placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

This seemed to wake Lilli up again because as he turned to go, she reached for him.

“Karn,” she begged, putting a hand on his arm. “Don’t go. Sleep with me tonight.”

Karn frowned.

“Sleep with you? Is that proper, little Mistress?”

She shook her head, her honey blonde curls tumbled around her face.

“I don’t care about that. I want you beside me—please?”

Karn couldn’t deny her. Exchanging the uncomfortable bodyslave gear for the sleep trousers, he slipped under the covers with her.

Lilli turned to him at once and pillowed her head on his chest.

“Mmm, you’re so warm, Karn,” she murmured and yawned again before snuggling even closer to him.

Karn put an arm around her and relished the feel of her soft, curvy body pressed against his own. This was certainly not the way he’d expected to end his first night as a bodyslave on Yonnie Six, but he wasn’t complaining.

Later, when she was completely asleep, he would get up and search for Mistress Mirabella’s private study. But for now, he told himself, he would simply enjoy holding the curvy little female in his arms.

She felt so right there—it was a shame their relationship was only temporary.

The thought made his heart fist in his chest and he pushed it away. As long as he was here, he would live in the moment, he promised himself. He would get his mission accomplished, but he wouldn’t think about the end or leaving Lilli. He would stay with her and care for her as long as he could…

It was the only thing he could do.

Nineteen

Lilli woke up the next morning because her leg was tingling. The inside of her left thigh felt so strange and the tingling seemed to be moving…changing. What was wrong with her?

She shifted and felt an unfamiliar sensation—someone else was in the bed with her.

At first she thought she was back at the convent and one of the other girls had climbed in her bunk in the middle of the night to keep warm. The convent was built of centuries-old solid gray stone which seemed to hold in the cold and chill no matter what season or temperature it was outside.

But none of the other girls at the convent had been so big…or so muscular. And none of them had smelled so good. A warm, dark, masculine spice that seemed to awaken all her senses and make the tingling in her leg move up to the tips of her breasts and between her legs.

The tingling got stronger and Lilli shifted and squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to ease the ache which was growing there. This action pressed her bottom against the person behind her and she felt a hard lump rubbing between her thighs.

Mmm, feels good, Lilli thought. Still half asleep, she parted her thighs a bit and tilted her hips backwards. This pressed the hard lump directly against her outer pussy lips, which felt even better.

With a little moan, Lilli widened her stance, opening her thighs and pressing back hard, so that the heated ridge of flesh parted her outer lips and rubbed her sensitive inner folds.

It wasn’t exactly an ideal angle, but suddenly she felt so hot and needy between her legs, she couldn’t seem to help herself. She moaned again and pressed harder, working herself against the hardness, getting closer and closer to the peak she so desperately needed to reach…

“Having fun, little Mistress?” a deep voice rumbled in her ear.

Lilli gasped and froze, uncertain of what was going on and who was behind her.