So she couldn’t explain exactly what was happening to Karn—not without arousing more suspicion from Yarks. But she was in such deep need, she didn’t know what to do. She looked at Karn beseechingly.
“I’m all right. I just had a…a sudden cramp,” she said, hoping he would understand.
“A cramp?” he frowned. “What kind of cramp?”
“It…it’s hard to explain,” Lilli faltered. “But I think it might have, uh, something to do with that second shot. The one mother gave me last night?”
“Oh.” Understanding grew in his mismatched eyes. “I see, little Mistress,” he said formally, clearly also speaking for Yarks’ benefit. “Well then, is there anything I might do to ease this, er, cramp of yours?”
If they had been completely by themselves, Lilli would have begged him to take her. Her pussy was aching to be filled and her nipples were so tight and hard they hurt. But what could she do about it with her mother’s bodyslave watching them from the rear-viewer? He had already been giving them disapproving looks because Lilli had told Karn to ride with her instead of back in the bodyslave compartment and now he was glaring suspiciously at the two of them through the smoked glass as they talked.
Suddenly Lilli had an idea. Several times when she’d been out at events with her mother, she’d seen Mistresses having their bodyslaves massage them when they were tired. Mostly just their shoulders and backs but once or twice, she’d seen a Mistress require her bodyslave to give her a breast massage. Maybe she could do that with Karn now while still avoiding suspicion.
“Karn,” she said, frowning at him imperiously. “All this riding for so long and jouncing up and down has made me tired and sore. I require you to give me a breast massage to ease the pain I’m feeling.”
Karn seemed to understand what she was saying at once.
“Of course, Mistress,” he said formally. “Might I suggest that you sit on my lap, so that I can reach around and massage you more easily?”
That sounded like an excellent idea to Lilli. After all, the big Kindred was wearing the tight black leather trousers with no crotch, which was usual for a bodyslave who was going out in public and who would be on display. That meant his long, thick shaft was fully out in the open and fully engorged, thanks to the stay-hard ring fastened around the base of his shaft, right above his mating fist.
Which means I can at least rub against him, she thought desperately. She knew she probably ought to wait until they got to their hotel room in Opulex, so they could make love properly. But honestly, she couldn’t wait—the tingling aching need was so strong she felt like she might go crazy.
So she climbed willingly into the big Kindred’s lap, sitting with her back to his front and trying to look bored, as she’d seen the other Mistresses look, when they made their bodyslaves massage them in public. Apparently it was all right to have your bodyslave’s hands on you, as long as you didn’t look like you were enjoying it too much.
“Here now, little Mistress,” Karn murmured in her ear as he reached around to cup her breasts and began a slow, teasing massage. “Is that better?” he asked as he kneaded her full mounds and then tugged gently at her nipples through the thin material of her top.
“Some,” Lilli said. “You can…can massage me under my top, Karn,” she told him. “I think it would be more effective that way.”
“Of course, little Mistress.” He tugged up her top, baring her breasts completely, before he went back to tugging and teasing her nipples. “Is that better?”
“A…a little,” Lilli whispered breathlessly. As she spoke she was shifting on his lap and tilting her hips back to try get more contact with his long, thick shaft.
Obligingly, Karn did some adjusting of his own so that instead of pressing against her ass, his long cock was between her thighs. Lilli sighed and sank down further in his lap, so that the hard ridge of flesh was rubbing against her tender outer pussy lips through the thin material of her panties.
“How about this, then, little Mistress?” he murmured, twisting her nipples as he worked his hips to rub his shaft against her pussy lips in long, slow strokes.
“It’s nice but…it could be better.” Reaching down with trembling fingers, Lilli pulled her panties to one side. There wasn’t much to pull—the front of her panties was just a tiny triangle and the back was a single string that didn’t cover anything at all. But once the string was out of the way, she was able to sink down more fully on the big Kindred’s shaft and feel it rubbing inside her pussy lips.
“Yes, Mistress. I understand,” Karn growled softly. Slowly—almost imperceptibly—he was thrusting against her so that the broad, mushroom-shaped head of his cock slid into her slick, inner folds and bumped over her throbbing clit.