Protecting His Mistress - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,13
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.”
“No, Mistress—that’s just precum,” Karn told her.
“Pre…come? What’s that?” She frowned.
“It’s what comes before the seed. It gets a female ready to take a male’s shaft deep in her pussy.” Karn had to fight to keep his voice from dipping down into a lustful growl as he imagined pressing the flaring crown of his own cock between his little Mistress’s plump pink pussy lips.
“Oh, but we don’t do that!” Lilli exclaimed. “I mean, on Yonnie Six, anyway. Females never allow males to penetrate them.”
“Well, that’s not the way it is in most cultures,” Karn pointed out. “In my culture, the male penetrates the female deeply and thrusts his shaft all the way into her soft little pussy before he spills his seed. That’s how they make a child together,” he added, thinking that she might be so ignorant she didn’t even know the facts of life.
Lilli frowned as she finished stroking the oil on his shaft and straightened up.
“I’m well aware of the conception methods on other planets, Karn. It’s just that here on Yonnie Six, we all go to conception centers instead.” She shivered, a haunted look coming over her face. “I used to hear stories about the centers back at the convent from girls whose older sisters had gone. It sounded awful.”
“Really? Why? How do they do it?” Karn was genuinely interested.
“From what I’ve heard, they strap you down in this chair with two parts to it. The top part holds you in place and the bottom splits open to spread your legs.” Lilli’s eyes went wide. “And then they use this big metal phallus—as big as yours—” She gestured down to his shaft. “To put the baby-making goop inside you.”
“Do they at least use some lube?” Karn asked. “You know, to get the girl ready first?”
“You mean like your, uh, precum?” She eyed the droplet on the head of his cock again.
“Uh-huh. Only my precum has chemicals in it that help a female open and stretch to take my entire shaft and mating fist without pain,” Karn told her. “Do they use something like that at the conception centers?”
Lilli shook her head.
“I don’t think so. From what I’ve heard, it sounds like they just, uh, shove it in.”
“Doesn’t sound too fucking pleasant,” Karn growled.
“Oh, it’s not!” Lilli assured him. “And it’s cold too. My friend said her sister felt like it was an icicle sliding inside her. They press all the way to the end of your channel and then fill you up with the goop. Then they press a kind of plug that blocks the entrance to your, er, sex and keeps it from leaking out until they’re sure you’re pregnant with a daughter.”
“Daughters only, hmm?” Karn rumbled. “With my race, we have almost all sons.”
“Oh, it would be a terrible disgrace to get pregnant with a son,” Lilli said candidly. “I’ve heard it happening every once in a great while but generally the sperm sorter they use at the conception center is so good it almost never happens.”
“Well, thank the Goddess for small mercies,” Karn said dryly. “Wouldn’t want to have a son in your belly, I guess.”
“I don’t want any baby in my belly—not for a long time, at least,” Lilli said honestly. “I’m just not ready to care for one all by myself and I don’t want to have a child and give it to someone else to raise for me.”
“The way your own mother did?” he asked.
Lilli bit her lip.
“You have to understand—she was very busy with her business at the time. And she did come and see me once a month.”
Which, according to the Yonnite calendar, equaled to roughly one visit every fifty to sixty days—they had long months on Yonnie Six. Which wasn’t nearly often enough to see your own child, in Karn’s opinion. He felt sorry for his new Mistress all over again, but he also sensed she didn’t want to talk about her