Protecting His Mistress (Kindred Tales)

“That’s right, baby,” Karn murmured in her ear. “That’s right—come on my cock. Come while I pump you full of my cream!”

Lilli bit her lip fiercely and he could tell she was trying not to cry out even as she clenched around him.

“Very well then,” her mother said. “I’m off. And remember—no wild parties!”

“No…no parties,” Lilli agreed but before she could say any more, the com box clicked off and her words dissolved into a moan of pure pleasure.

Thirty-Four

The rest of the week was what Karn had heard humans on Earth call a “honeymoon.” They spent every day together, not as Mistress and bodyslave but as male and female—as lovers.

They read and watched vids together and swam in Lilli’s mother’s oversized anti-grav swimming pool where the water floated in mid-air and moving through it was more like flying than actually swimming. They ordered whatever they wanted for every meal—Lilli preferred plainer, more down-to-Earth food than the fancy and complicated Yonnite fare—and ate at the table together or sometimes just had the food brought up to her apartments so they could picnic together in her sitting room.

They didn’t stay indoors all the time, however. Sometimes they took a hovercar and went hiking in the countryside. The parts of Yonnie Six that hadn’t been strip mined for Dream Gas were actually quite beautiful and the weather was temperate—neither too hot or too cold.

And in between all these activities, they made love constantly. Well…in a way, anyway. Lilli still felt guilty about letting Karn actually “fuck” her, but she loved having his shaft inside her, grinding deep in her pussy and filling her with his seed. She claimed that the tingling caused by the first quick-grow hormone shot had gotten worse and she needed either his tongue or his shaft between her legs almost constantly to ease the sexual ache it caused.

Karn was happy to oblige her and he often thought it was damn lucky he was a Hybrid. If he hadn’t been, he surely would have made her pregnant a dozen times over, considering how often he shot his seed inside her.

He still had a difficult time keeping himself from trying to bond her. Though he knew it was impossible, his body insisted otherwise and every time he sank his shaft deep in her pussy and came, he had the urge to thrust even deeper, to let his mating his fill her and to bite her and inject his essence at the same time. Only knowing that a failed bonding would hurt her held him back, because more and more, he wanted to keep the curvy little female with him forever.

Karn struggled with his feelings for Lilli. Should he tell her the truth about himself and ask if she wanted to come away from Yonnie Six and live with him on the Mother Ship? But how could he do that when he couldn’t bond her to him? And how could he ask her to give up a life of wealth and ease to move to a small suite, only a little bigger than her bedroom apartments? The suites aboard the Mother Ship were comfortable and well-appointed with bathing pools and a fireplace in every suite, but they weren’t as luxurious as the mansion Lilli was currently living in.

He still wasn’t sure what to do when he spoke to Commander Sylvan and arranged the transfer of information about the Nightwalker Kindred later that week.

“We’ll be staying at the Luxx—the most expensive hotel in Opulex,” he told Sylvan, late one night after Lilli was asleep and he had gone into the sitting room alone to make contact with the Mother Ship.

“Excellent.” Sylvan’s head nodded on the 3-D holo projection. “We’ll get a suite for the Councilor I’m sending to defend the Nightwalker in the Yonnite courts. You can ‘meet’ her in the lobby and hand her the drive with the information.”

“I’ll say something like, ‘Excuse me, Mistress, I believe you dropped this,” Karn agreed, nodding.

“Perfect,” Sylvan said. “And then we’ll have a transport standing by, waiting to take you right back to the Mother Ship. All you have to do is make an excuse to go outside and we’ll take you directly home.”

Karn frowned. “Ah, Commander, I don’t think I can do that. I mean, I can’t leave right away once the mission is completed.”

Sylvan shook his head.

“I don’t understand—why not?”

“Well…”

Karn tried to think how to explain it. How could he tell his commanding officer that he had allowed himself to fall in love with his Mistress? He couldn’t, he decided. It would make him sound fucking unprofessional.

“I have…some obligations I have to attend to,” he said, thinking of how he’d promised to go with Lilli to the conception center for moral support.

“All right. Then when do you want extraction?” Sylvan asked, frowning.

“Can I let you know?” Karn asked. “There are some loose ends that need to be tied up here and I’m not sure how long it will take.”