Protecting His Mistress (Kindred Tales)

He growled in approval, his cock throbbing, as she pulled him closer, riding his face. Gods, he loved to taste his female—loved to drive her crazy with his mouth!

Lilli was practically vibrating under his tongue, her swollen little clit throbbing in time with her heartbeat as she rubbed and pressed against him, giving in to the pleasure he was causing with his licking and sucking.

“Karn!” she cried again, and he knew she was near the edge. “Oh Karn, I’m so close! Please…please don’t stop!”

He had no intention of stopping. This time, he was going to take her all the way, he swore to himself. This time he was going to make her come—come so hard she saw stars and rainbows and opened her thighs, begging for more—begging to have him inside her…

“Well, well, Lilliana—at least now we know why your slave is so good at kissing your panties! Clearly the two of you are doing a lot more than a Mistress and bodyslave should!” a nasty, familiar voice announced.

Lilli grew suddenly stiff in his arms and Karn heard his Mistress gasp, “Priss!” in a horrified voice.

They had been caught.

Twenty-Nine

“My, my—just look at the two of you!” Priss grinned at Lilli nastily. She had her bodyslave with her, as well as Bodie and Beelie and Yulla, who all had their bodyslaves trailing behind them too. “I don’t think that’s your panties your bodyslave is kissing, Lilliana,” she remarked. “In fact, where are your panties, anyway? Oh wait—there they are!” And she pointed to the tiny scrap of gold lace which was lying at Lilli’s feet.

“I…we…” Lilli felt frozen with mortification. Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry. “I didn’t…we weren’t…” she began, but then couldn’t finish.

“Well, I can see what got you all worked up, anyway,” Priss remarked. Her sharp eyes had left Lilli and were focused on the liquid crystal screen, where Lady Zangelo and her cronies were still being pleasured by their bodyslaves. “My, my,” she murmured. “I had heard a naughty rumor that Mistress Zangelo did this kind of thing, but I never thought I’d get to see it for myself!”

“What is it?” Yulla asked, frowning.

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Bodie asked.

“Why, it’s a friction party, of course!” Priss exclaimed as the people on the screen continued to writhe against each other. “Haven’t you heard of them? They’re so naughty. I’ve always wanted to go to one!”

“You have?” Beelie frowned. “But what are they about?”

Priss’s sharp blue eyes flashed.

“They’re about pleasure. Come on—I’ll show you.”

She led the way back into the large bedchamber and its huge round bed but Lilli hung back, her heart pounding unhappily against her ribs.

“Go on, little Mistress,” Karn murmured to her. He was working rapidly with the cube, presumably recording the other information they had wanted to save. “I’m right behind you.”

“Let’s just leave,” Lilli murmured, reaching down to scoop up her discarded panties. “I’ll tell Mother I have a headache and I need to go home early. We can call a transport.”

“Suits me.” Karn rose from the chair. “We got what we came for.” He leaned closer and murmured in her ear, “And I’d like to finish what we started—this time without an audience.”

Lilli couldn’t agree more. Despite the embarrassment of being discovered by Priss and her gang, she was still throbbing with unfulfilled need. As unobtrusively as she could, she peeked around the doorway. Priss and the other three girls had all settled themselves on their stomachs, lying on the long furry pillows and were in the act of pulling up their skirts.

They look distracted, Lilli thought hopefully. Maybe Karn and I can just walk out past them.

Moving as quietly as she could, she started to sneak out of the strange bedchamber. But before she had gone three steps, Priss called out,

“If you leave now, Lilliana, I’ll tell your mother and my mother and everyone on the Sacred Seven exactly why your bodyslave appears to be so well trained.”

“What…what do you mean?” Lilli froze in her tracks.

“I mean, if you’re letting him lick your pussy without your panties on, no wonder he acts like he loves you and wants to serve you,” Priss snapped, looking over her shoulder. “Now come here!”

Lilli walked over to her unwillingly.

“What do you want?” she asked, not sure what else to say.

“Why, I only want you to join in the fun!” Priss gave her a glittering smile that looked about as real as plastigold. “Pick a pillow and join the friction party.”

“Oh, but…but I couldn’t do that!” Lilli exclaimed. “I mean, did you see that vid? I think those Mistresses might have been letting their bodyslaves penetrate them!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Priss snapped. “Their bodyslaves weren’t penetrating them—they were simply rubbing against them. That’s the point of the friction sleeves they were all wearing. They position their shafts between their Mistress’s pussy and the pillow and just rub.”