Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
She felt him stiffen as she began to stroke, his big, muscular body tensing against her much smaller one.
“Gods, little Mistress,” he groaned as she slid her fingers up and down his thickness. “Your little hand on me feels so good!”
Priss pursed her thin lips.
“You shouldn’t let your bodyslave talk to you that way, Lilliana!” she lectured.
But Lilli found she liked it—liked hearing the groans of pleasure from the big Kindred and knowing she had caused them. So she didn’t answer the other girl—she just kept stroking.
“Come on, Karn,” she murmured, for his ears alone. “Come for me—shoot your seed just for me.”
Her words seemed to have a great effect on the big Kindred because he suddenly stood stock still and Lilli felt his shaft growing even bigger and harder in her hand. Then, with a low roar, he shot his seed.
Lilli watched it fly, looking like a silver stream, out into the moonlight. It soared past the puddle H’rare had left and over the balcony—a full six feet, she was certain—before falling to the ground far below.
“There!” She turned in triumph to Priss, whose lips were compressed into a nearly invisible line. “Karn won!”
“He did not!” Priss’s eyes flashed dangerously. “He lost because we didn’t get to see how much he shot. So by rights your bodyslave is now mine.”
“What? No! That’s not right!” Lilli exclaimed, her hands clenching into fists at her side. “You said the winner was whoever shot further and Karn clearly did.”
“It’s not just distance, it’s the amount of seed,” Priss argued, glaring at her. “And since he shot over the side of the balcony and we can’t see the amount, H’rare is clearly the winner! So you have to give your slave to me.”
“Never!” Lilli glared back at her. She might give way to the other girl to a certain point because she wasn’t used to fighting with such an awful bully, but there were limits to what she would endure.
“You have to!” Priss snapped. “If you don’t—”
“Mistress, let me suggest a rematch,” Karn said, putting a hand on Lilli’s shoulder to get her attention. “We can move further from the edge of the balcony so I’ll be certain not to shoot off the edge.”
“Yes—a rematch!” Lilli exclaimed, grasping at the idea.
“What? But we’ll have to wait at least fifteen minutes for that,” Priss said, frowning. “Everyone knows a male has to recover for a time before they can shoot their seed again.”
“Not me,” Karn said simply.
Lilli looked down and saw that he was right—his massive shaft was still as hard as it had been before he’d shot his seed for her.
Priss looked as well and her eyes widened in apparent surprise.
“But everyone knows the second load of seed is much smaller than the first,” she protested, still trying to find a way out of the rematch.
“Then test my second load against H’rare’s first,” Karn suggested.
Lilli looked up at him fearfully. She didn’t know much about males and the amount of seed they made, but she couldn’t help being worried.
“Karn, do you really think it’s wise?”
He looked at her, his mismatched eyes half-lidded in the moonlight.
“Little Mistress, trust me. I can win this contest for you—I can and and I will. I’ll do anything to feel your soft hands on me again.”
Lilli felt her heart flutter as she looked up into his strangely beautiful mismatched eyes.
“Well…all right,” she murmured. “If…if you think you can do it.”
“I know I can,” he promised. “Trust me.”
Lilli nodded and turned to Priss.
“Well? Will you accept the terms?”
“Your Kindred’s second load of seed against my H’rare’s first?” Priss asked, nodded at the blob of white her own bodyslave had released.
Lilli nodded. “Yes.”
“All right.” A cruel smile curved Priss’s thin lips. “Why not? Just be prepared to hand your bodyslave over to me once he finishes.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Lilli said, lifting her chin. “Come on, Karn—show them what you can do,” she said.
“As my Mistress wishes,” he growled. “Take me in your hand again and let me prove my worth.”
Fifteen
Gods, Lilli’s soft little hand on him felt good! Karn willingly submitted to her slender fingers curling around his shaft again. He had no fears about losing the contest. All Kindred males were multi-orgasmic and he produced more seed than most. So when Lilli began to stroke him again, he pumped his hips and fucked into her delicate hand with confidence and pleasure.
He could feel her behind him, her full, plump breasts—bare except for the sheer top she wore, pressed against his back. The sensation made him remember sucking her ripe pink nipples into his mouth which made him even harder. Gods, if only he could lick her lower too! If only he could press his face between her legs and kiss and lick her ripe little pussy…
The thought of tasting her got him off almost as much as her soft little hand stroking him. With a low groan, Karn came for a second time—this time making sure his seed splattered on the marble floor of the balcony, not a foot from H’rare’s offering.