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)
“So…how exactly does this contest work?” Lilli asked uncertainly as Bodie and Beelie closed the double doors to preserve their privacy.
“It’s easy enough.” Priss shrugged. “You just release your bodyslave’s stay-hard band, take him in hand and stimulate him until he shoots his seed. Whoever’s bodyslave shoots the farthest and the most wins.”
“Oh, uh…I see.”
Lilli looked up at Karn uncertainly and he could tell that she didn’t want to touch him without permission. He caught her wide brown eyes and gave a brief nod, letting her know it was okay. He didn’t love the idea of being in a jerk-off contest but if it was Lilli’s soft little hand doing the jerking, he thought he could live with it.
“What’s the matter?” Priss sneered, seeing Lilli’s hesitation. “Haven’t you ever manipulated a male to completion before?”
“Well…no.” Lilli lifted her chin. “But I’m sure my Karn will win.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Here—I’ll go first. Come at once, H’rare.”
Her bodyslave came to her obediently and Priss unbuckled the stay-hard band from around his shaft. Then she positioned him so that he was standing about five feet from the banister at the edge of the balcony and stood beside him.
“Listen up, H’rare,” she told him as she began to roughly jerk his shaft. “You’d better shoot a lot of seed and shoot it far. If you don’t win this contest for me, you’ll be in real trouble!”
“Yes…Mistress,” H’rare panted. His legs were spread and he appeared to be doing his best to hold still as his Mistress jerked at his shaft. At last, with a loud grunt, he came. His seed shot a good three feet and landed with a splat on the marble balcony.
“There!” Priss straightened up and wiped her hands on a handkerchief daintily. “Beat that,” she said to Lilli. “And remember if you don’t, you forfeit your slave to me.”
“You never said anything about that!” Lilli exclaimed, her face turning pale. “I refuse to put Karn up as any kind of prize.”
“But that’s always the way it is with a seed-shooting contest,” Beelie protested.
“Yes, the winner gets the loser’s slave,” Bodie agreed with her twin. “Priss took my bodyslave, Yorn that way.”
“And then sent him to the mines,” Beelie added, frowning. “Which really wasn’t very nice.”
Priss made a shooing gesture as though it was of no consequence.
“He was troublesome and didn’t kiss my feet the right way. But the point is, Lilliana, you can’t go against the rules of the seed-shooting contest. Why, if your Kindred beats my H’rare, you get to keep my bodyslave—it’s only fair if it works the other way as well.”
Lilli opened her mouth—clearly to refuse again—but Karn put a hand on her arm.
“It’s all right, little Mistress,” he murmured. “I can handle it.”
She looked up at him, her big eyes huge.
“Are you sure, Karn? I don’t…don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” he assured her. He wasn’t worried about the contest—he knew his own physical limits very well and he was certain he could outmatch Priss’s bodyslave. Plus, this way maybe H’rare could get free of the sadistic Mistress. It might be his only chance to live, since she apparently regularly sent her bodyslaves to the Diluthian mines.
“All right.” Lilli nodded at him. “I trust you, Karn.”
“Then release my shaft and take me in your soft little hand, Mistress,” Karn growled. “Let me win this contest for you.”
Fourteen
Lilli did as he said with shaking hands. She had only gotten the big Kindred bodyslave that day but already she felt extremely attached to him. She never would have agreed to the contest Priss had challenged her to if she’d known she might lose him.
But he seems very confident, she told herself, trying to calm her nerves. Maybe he knows something I don’t—maybe Kindred can shoot their seed especially far.
She hoped so, anyway, because if Priss took Karn away from her and then sent him to the awful Diluthian mines, she didn’t know what she’d do.
Karn stepped to a spot right beside H’rare, who was standing there with a limp shaft, now that he had spent his load. Priss was watching with a look of barely suppressed glee in her sharp blue eyes. Clearly she thought she had this contest in the bag.
Well, we’ll see about that! Lilli thought and positioned herself to the side and a little behind Karn, so that she could reach around and grasp his shaft.
He was so thick at the base she couldn’t get her fingers wrapped all the way around him but that didn’t matter—she was still able to get a good hold on the warm, pulsing cock in her hand.
Lilli liked the way his skin felt—soft as petals but hot and hard at the same time. Thank goodness the shaft oil she’d used on him earlier made him slippery enough that she could slide her hand up and down without too much resistance.