Lilli had to bite back a gasp as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. She was well aware that Yarks was still staring at them suspiciously from the driver’s seat. But she also knew that he couldn’t see anything below the waist in the rear-viewer. So she felt safe in letting herself grind against the hard ridge of Karn’s cock as he slid it slowly back and forth between her swollen pussy lips.
But as good as it felt to rub against him while he tugged her tender nipples, Lilli still needed more. The only question was, how to get it? Then she had an idea.
“You know, Karn,” she murmured, still rubbing against him as he twisted her nipples and massaged her breasts. “I had…the most delicious breakfast today. The kitchen served Carnathian sausage. Very thick and juicy.”
“Is that right, little Mistress?” Karn growled in her ear. “And did you like the sausage?”
“Mmm.” Lilli nodded. “It was delicious. So good in fact, that now I wish I had more. I’d love to have more of that thick sausage in my belly right now.”
It was clear from the low growl of lust in her ear that Karn had taken her hint.
“Is that right, little Mistress?” he growled softly. “Right in your belly, right now?”
“Right now,” Lilli agreed breathlessly, rising up ever so slightly so that the broad head of his cock slipped down from her tender clit to find the slippery entrance to her pussy.
Karn tilted his hips and she bit her lip as she felt the familiar sensation of his thick shaft slipping into her as her inner walls stretched to take him.
“Oh,” she gasped as he finally bottomed out inside her. “Deep in my belly, Karn. So deep.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled. Gripping her breasts more firmly, he pulled halfway out and then slid deep into her again…and again and again and again.
He was fucking her, Lilli realized as he continued the slow, deep movements. Not hard and fast as he had that first night for only a few strokes, when they were defining exactly what fucking was. But deep and long and slow, and all the while maintaining the guise of giving her a simple, innocent breast massage.
Though she had only let him enter her and grind inside her until he filled her pussy with his seed before, not actually thrust in and out, Lilli couldn’t find it in her to protest. After all, she told herself, he wasn’t fucking her hard and fast so maybe the long, deep strokes didn’t even count. At any rate, it seemed to help the desperate needy ache inside her so she welcomed him eagerly, spreading her thighs a little wider and tilting her hips to help him get even deeper into her.
The delicious thrusting inside her continued as Lilli tried her best to maintain a bored expression and not notice the suspicious glances Yarks was throwing their way through the smoked glass partition.
She mostly succeeded, except for a pocket of turbulence they hit, when they were nearly to Opulex. The sudden patch of bumpy air, caused her to jounce and jiggle on Karn’s shaft, drawing a gasp from her lips as the head of his cock gave the mouth of her womb several deep, hard kisses in a row.
“Are you all right, little Mistress?” Karn growled in her ear—he must have felt her inner muscles clenching around his thickness, Lilli thought. It felt so good—and yet she still needed more.
“I…I’m fine,” she said, her voice coming out more breathless than she thought. “I was just…just thinking of breakfast again.”
“Oh?” Karn murmured, twisting her nipples. “Thinking more about the sausage, were you?”
Lilli shook her head.
“No, about the delicious Kurthian cream I had in my morning tea. I…I wish I could have some more of it now—deep in my belly.”
“Really, Mistress?” Karn sounded doubtful. “But if you poured too much cream in your tea, wouldn’t it, er, spill out and make a mess?”
Lilli knew what he was saying—he was trying to warn her that if he came in her now, his seed would be running down her thighs and wetting her panties when they went to get out of the ship. It was a valid concern, considering that Kindred seemed to produce much more seed than other kinds of bodyslaves.
How often in the last week had Lilli finished making love with the big Kindred, only to have a gush of his cream come out and stain the bedclothes the moment he withdrew from her? They had begun laying down towels before they made love, just for that reason.
But just at the moment, she didn’t care about that—didn’t care that his cream would ruin her panties and wet her thighs right before they went out in public. She only knew that her pussy was crying out to be filled—that her womb was thirsty for a drink of his seed. She had to have it and she had to have it now—she couldn’t wait.