Karn tried to ignore it as he stepped aside so Lilli could come out of the shower and be dried as well. But he couldn’t help looking at her softly curved, naked body, and wishing he could touch her as intimately as she had just touched him. She was full-figured—what the Twin Kindred called an “Elite”—and she looked like a goddess as the warm jets of air made her long hair float around her face like a golden crown.
At last, when they were both dry, Lilli went to get dressed. The garment she picked out of her walk-in closet—which was the size of Karn’s entire suite back on the Mother Ship—was much different from the one she’d taken off. It consisted of a see-through green top which clearly showed her full breasts and a long black skirt which split up the middle to show a pair of matching green lace panties.
Karn had to wear a pair of tight black leather trousers with no crotch, which clearly showed his shaft and balls. He bit back a curse when he saw the trousers, but he wasn’t surprised. It seemed that Lady Mirabella liked to show off her slaves—he would just have to get used to having his shaft on display.
While he was getting into the leather slave trousers, Lilli sat under a hair-styler which fashioned her honey blonde hair into a rather fussy up-do that Karn didn’t like nearly as well as her natural ringlets. Then she put on some lip gloss and a bit of eye paint—much less makeup than he’d seen other Yonnite Mistresses wear—and looked at herself anxiously in the bathroom mirror.
“There, I think we’re all ready. Come on, Karn,” she said, nodding at him.
“Uh, little Mistress? Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked and nodded down at his still hard shaft. “Aren’t you supposed to, uh, oil me?”
Normally he wouldn’t have reminded her of such a thing but he wanted to feel her soft little hands on him again—this time without the soap glove in the way. Also, he didn’t want her to get into trouble.
“Oh, you’re right! Mother said she left the shaft oil for me on my dresser. Just a minute!”
She ran out of the bathing chamber and returned in a moment with a handful of items.
“Here we are—come over to the counter, please,” she said, setting everything down on the wide marble counter beside the sink.
There was a small bottle of bright red oil, a short black leather strap with a silver buckle, and two tiny gold rings with large pear-cut diamond drops hanging from them.
Karn came to stand beside her and waited patiently while she decided what to do.
“All right, let’s see. This is the shaft oil, I guess…” Lilli picked up the small red bottle. “But should I pour it directly on his shaft or pour it on my hands and rub it in?” she muttered, examining the back of the bottle, as though looking for instructions.
“You have to rub it in, Little Mistress,” Karn told her. “It works best that way—if you want me to be nice and hard for display, anyway.”
Though he doubted he would get soft any time in the future as long as she was wearing that naughty little see-through outfit where he could clearly see her plump nipples and lacy panties.
“Oh of course—thank you, Karn.” She smiled at him gratefully and squeezed a generous squirt of the bright red oil into one palm. She rubbed her hands together and then, tentatively, took him in hand.
Karn leaned back against the marble counter and gripped the sides of it with both hands. He had to bite back a groan of pleasure as she began to smooth the slippery red oil up and down his cock. It turned the skin of his shaft an angry bright red which looked kind of ridiculous, but he didn’t even care because her soft little hands felt so good.
“Oh my,” Lilli remarked, her eyes growing wide as she stroked him. “I…I think you’re getting even bigger, Karn! And harder too.”
“That’s because your soft hands feel so good on me, Little Mistress,” He growled softly. “Don’t forget to oil my mating fist too—and my balls. But be careful with those—they’re sensitive.”
“They are?” Lilli poured more oil into her palm and carefully cupped his heavy sac, gently massaging the oil in.
“Gods!” Karn threw back his head, both hands gripping the marble countertop behind him so hard he felt like he might crack the stone. This was torture—sheer, sweet, sexual torture—and he never wanted it to end.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Lilli looked up at him anxiously. “Or are you getting ready to spill your seed?” She eyed the drop of precum which had formed like a pearl on the tip of his cock. “I…I think I see some ready to come out right now.”