Shalia's Diary Book 5

by Tracy St. John

  “So sweet and round,” he moaned and delivered kisses to my mountain of gut.

  I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “If you move that mouth down ... way down ... I’ll get a lot more out of this.”

  The Imdiko gave me a dark look. “You’re only going to get bigger, you know. You might as well accept how beautiful pregnancy is.”

  I sighed. The last thing I wanted was Betra mad at me. All I want from life these days is happiness. If I can’t have that, at least contentment should be mine.

  I playfully grabbed his ears and pulled him up towards my face. He came willingly, his face softening in a smile.

  “You always make me feel beautiful, Betra,” I told him. “The belly worship is a bit much for me, but I do appreciate you. Thanks for seeing good things and not my flaws.”

  He chuckled. “I am a little crazy when it comes to the evidence of your impending motherhood. But it is amazing, Shalia. It truly is.”

  He had a point. I have a life growing inside me, a miracle. Why shouldn’t I embrace it? Betra certainly isn’t put off one bit by my growing girth.

  I gave him a long, deep kiss to show him my gratitude. He responded in such a way as to make my toes curl in their binds. Sweet prophets, that man knows how to kiss. Why was I only noticing it so much now?

  He broke away, but I didn’t complain as he started stripping. I was glad my hands were still free, because I had every intention of touching everything once he got close enough to me again. Yummy, yummy man with a capital YUM.

  I sighed with delight as Betra’s armored formsuit peeled away from smooth, wide shoulders. My gaze didn’t know where to settle when the broad planes of his chest and strong biceps came into view. Oh, but then there was that stomach to contemplate ... mostly flat with just a hint of abdominal swells to make me drool.

  He was grinning from ear to ear now, no doubt amused by the wide-eyed delight I showed at what he revealed. I blew a raspberry at him.

  “Keep your mouth shut and continue getting naked. You owe me a show for letting you kiss my stretch marks.”

  Betra shook his head, chuckles spilling from those gorgeous lips. “Are you ordering me around, woman? Do you think I’m going to put up with that?”

  “Oh, be a nice Imdiko for a change. What about what I want?”

  His eyes narrowed. “But this is what you want. You like me to be in charge.”

  Betra was right. I am all about the man taking the lead.

  No sooner had I thought that when I had a brief flashback of topping Oses in Finiuld’s arena. All the humor vanished. Maybe it wasn’t fair to judge the one time I’d controlled the action because of the awful circumstances, but I had not gotten as much out of dominating as I do surrendering. As for now, the idea of me commanding Betra reminded me too much of being made to perform for antagonistic others.

  Betra’s voice brought me back to the much better here and now. “Shalia, are you all right?”

  I looked up at his sweet face, now drawn with concern. I drew a shaky breath. “Sorry. I had a weird moment there. About that time I told you about? When the Ofetuchans made me fuck Oses for their entertainment.”

  Betra stood on his bed for a moment, contemplating me. He seemed about to say something, and then shook his head as if to dismiss whatever thought he’d had.

  He moved close instead and stroked my face. “Do we need to stop? If you’re upset—”

  I refused to let the past trauma leak into my wonderful here and now. “No. No, if I stop because of what the Little Creep did to me, then he wins. He’s not going to win, Betra. He’s not going to ruin the rest of my life.”

  I made myself appreciate the half-naked gift now within reach. My hands slid over Betra’s torso, solidifying where I was and who I was with. I forced a grin to my lips. “This is a pretty compelling reason to put the past behind me. Got anymore reasons I should know about?”

  “Just this.” He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, shoulders, and breasts. I wasn’t surprised when he moved down to the slight rounding of my stomach again, but this time it was more of a lustful celebration than belly worship. He moved up the small hill of my tummy, getting closer to the top, moving to the belly button, sealing his lips over that...

  And blew an insanely loud raspberry against my flesh.

  “What is wrong with you?” I shouted, moving as if to slap Betra’s goofy, grinning face. He was too quick for me to connect, even if I had been serious about smacking him. He stood just out of reach, laughing at me.

  “Just bringing you back to the here and now with me,” he snickered. “Now that you’ve snapped out of the past, I can take advantage of what you’re in the perfect position for.”

  Before I could think to yell at Betra some more, he put his mouth and tongue to my pussy. I was suddenly not so mad at him. Remember the kiss I’d been so ga-ga over? Well now he delivered the same thing to my girlie bits, and boy, were they happy.

  In an instant, I was moaning and shaking under his sweet assault. With my legs wide open, Betra had access to everything, and he did not miss one tiny bit of my most sensitive flesh. Lips and teeth laid hold of my folds, tugging gently. His lovely, raspy tongue dipped and swirled and licked. Raw need erupted, sending jagged shards of pleasure deep into my gut.

  I hung onto the straps supporting the sling as he gorged on my avid pussy. I had a grip so tight that veins popped out on my arms. Oh hell, it was good. It was so good that climax crashed maybe a minute after Betra started in on me. It came on with a speed that left me breathless. Fierce sensation rocketed from my clit straight up my spine. It exploded in my skull. I tried to scream, but all I could managed were these funny, breathless grunts as my body strained to deliver release.

  When the strongest spasms had passed, I found Betra eyeing me with an expression stuck between amusement and awe. He said, “That was fast.”

  “Damn,” I groaned, still shivering as trills of rapture continued to chase up and down my body. “What are you doing to me?”

  “This.”

  With a devious smirk, Betra licked me from ass to clit with a slow sweep of his tongue. I yelped as excitement sizzled anew from all points south. I panted and looked at him with wide eyes.

  “More,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I could handle more.

  He did it again, and my moan should have shaken the walls. Damn if I didn’t feel like I was on the brink of climax again.

  “Pregnancy might be making you more sensitive,” Betra mused. “Or maybe I’m that good. Yes, I think it’s me.”

  “Not full of yourself are you, you – oh – oh – OH!”

  That evil Imdiko interrupted me by sucking my clit into his mouth and lolling his tongue all over it. I detonated with a shriek that they might have heard back on Earth. Brilliant light suffused my world, taking me out of it. I rode heaving waves of bliss.

  I came back to discover Betra laughing at me. “Woo!” he exclaimed. “Pregnant girls are fun.”

  “You – oh – that – damn—” I stuttered, too breathless and shaken to find cohesive thoughts.

  “You weren’t like this the other day,” Betra said. “Have you noticed an increase in libido lately?”

  I scowled at him as my brain began to work again. “I am not interested in an evaluation of my hormonal shifts,” I answered. “Besides, I thought you were taking credit for this.”

  He grinned. “I wish I could, but that’s just too instantaneous a reaction. I am willing to take advantage though. Let’s see if you can break your record for orgasms with me.”

  Betra stepped up close, aiming his cocks where they were meant to go. Tabs A and C, meet slots B and D. We interlocked as perfectly as ever ... except raging need filled me yet again.

  I wonder if anyone else has ever climaxed to the point where they wish they would never orgasm again. I think I got my lifetime’s quota during that encounter. Betra fucked me with care, no doubt worrying over my health as these Kalquorians are wont to do. There wa
s no hard, powerful thrusting. No Imdiko going wild. That was perfectly fine, because it wasn’t taking much to stoke the constantly simmering fire that was my lustful condition.

  I swung through the air back and forth, Betra moving me to feed my pussy with his larger cock. He’d swing me slow and gentle, and I’d come. He’d rock me sure and steady, and I’d come. He’d not swing me at all, just standing there playing with my clit and mouthing my breasts while grinding in slow circles ... and I’d come.

  I came moaning his name. I came screaming profanities. I came clawing Betra’s shoulders. I came pounding my fists against his chest. I came and I came and I came until I lost count.

  Finally, wiped out to the point of feeling faint (but with my greedy pussy still insisting it could do more), I begged Betra, “Please, make it stop. I can’t handle any more. It’s too much.”

  He kissed me gently, his arms wrapped around me and my sling, holding our bodies close together. “Would you like me to fill that sweet pussy with my cum?”

  Just those words were enough to bring a nearly painful flash of want to my clit. I sobbed to know I would have to orgasm again.

  I said, “Yes, Betra. Please fill my pussy with your cum.”

  “Mmm,” he moaned happily. “That sounds so good when you say it. Shall I fill you until you overflow?”

  “Yes. Yes.”

  He made me swing back and forth, sheathing and unsheathing his cocks. The friction of our flesh rubbing together electrified me yet again. Every hair on my body stood straight up. My skin felt as if it sizzled. A storm grew deep in my gut, expectation rumbling like nearing thunder. It billowed, building stronger and more menacing. My body shook with the oncoming onslaught.

  A lightning flash of cataclysmic proportions lit me from within. My head stretched back to let me peal screams at the ceiling. Another flash ... and I was deluged once more by earthshaking orgasm.

  Betra added his thick bellow to the raging chaos. We shattered together, pounded from within by the sweetest tempest. My Imdiko lover poured into me, and I absorbed every drop as if it fell on parched soil.

  Betra’s face was a mere inch from mine, much of his weight supported by the sling that held me. Our gasps mingled and joined as we recovered. We stared into each others’ eyes the whole time, as if breaking our gazes would end our melding too soon.

  At last Betra seemed to come to his senses. “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “Wonderful,” I sighed.

  “Let me get you down from here.”

  He was quick about getting my legs down from their straps, and then me down from the sling. Betra fetched us both water, plus a protein drink for me, before lying down next to me on his bed. He rubbed my arms and legs, making sure everything was still in good operating order. I smiled to be under his care.

  I miss the rougher lovemaking, but I do enjoy this gentle stuff too. I felt doted on like a queen as the Imdiko fussed over me.

  “I have a question for you,” Betra said after several minutes of making sure I was recovering from our play.

  “Ask away,” I said, swallowing the last of my protein drink. I love that stuff, by the way. It tastes like a thick chocolate-hazelnut coffee concoction.

  “You’re still interested in being with both me and Oses at the same time, right?”

  I arched an eyebrow at him. “Well, duh. I’m sad we missed out on our Alneusian water sex thing back on the space station.”

  Betra grinned. “Don’t worry. We’ll probably get another similar opportunity at some point. But since that’s some time in the future, I thought perhaps we should set something up on the ship here.”

  I couldn’t help my disbelieving grin. “You want to get together with Oses?”

  “Well, if the circumstances are right, I think I’d be okay.”

  I knew then Betra had been plotting something, perhaps for some time. “Do tell. What kind of circumstances would you be able to handle with another man?”

  “Maybe something you wouldn’t be able to cope with, given what happened to you on the Ofetuchan ship.” Betra looked worried. “Given some of the things you told me, I’m not so sure you’d be up for it.”

  “Tell me what’s in that head of yours,” I said with more than a little suspicion. “I trust you Betra, but there is still some fucked up garbage in my head.”

  “I’m still figuring it out, but it would involve me controlling you and Oses. Finding out he’s okay with such a thing under the right circumstances makes me think I can play along. It’s just a matter of me convincing him I have the power to dominate him.”

  My eyes went wide at Betra’s idea. “You dominate Oses? You can be pretty commanding ... sometimes I think you’re more Dramok than Imdiko, in fact ... but that’s a tall order, Betra.”

  He shrugged. “Maybe not. It depends on how much he wants to enjoy any intimacies with me. Not sexual intimacies though,” Betra hurried to clarify when I gasped. “The thought makes me nauseous. But there are things I could do with him ... if he’ll agree to it.”

  My thoughts swam. I didn’t have to be a psychiatrist to know Oses was still having some issues with our captivity. Being under another’s control so soon after our abduction might make things worse for him. Heaven knows, I’m still on shaky ground myself. Yet Oses loves Betra. In a platonic way, Betra loves him. Oses needs that right now.

  “The usual rules apply,” I told the Imdiko. “If either Oses or I say sholt, you’d better back off. Even if I say it on Oses’ behalf, you have to stop whatever is happening. No questions, no hesitation.”

  “Of course.” There was a look of torment in Betra’s eyes. “I want to help him heal. You too. I don’t know that either of you can ever be the people you were before your abduction, but I want to at least see you happy again.”

  I took a deep breath. “If you can get Oses to agree to it, I’m game. It could be we all end up horribly disappointed, but I’m willing to try.”

  You’d think I was agreeing to something awful, rather than screwing my two favorite ship sexmates. But I really don’t see Betra dominating Oses. I do appreciate my liaison trying to find a way to help us cope with what we went through, though. Betra is wonderful like that.

  I ended up spending the night. I’d like to say I slept as well in the security of Betra’s arms as I did before, but I’d be lying. I dreamed I was back on Finiuld’s ship, running from corridor to corridor and room to room with the Little Creep’s corpse bouncing on my shoulders. I was looking for Oses and I couldn’t find him anywhere. Finally I ended up in the Arena, where Tragooms ate from his corpse while Ofetuchans applauded wildly from the balcony. I woke up screaming.

  When I wouldn’t stop crying, Betra was forced to call Medical to come in and sedate me. Now I have to go and see Dr. Feru today. Me and my PTSD. Will it ever end?

  April 1, afternoon

  The day hours are so much better than the night. I feel normal when the ship is buzzing with activity and I’m surrounded by others. Why can’t my fouled up psyche accept that all is well again? Why do I keep going back to Finiuld’s ship when my defenses are down?

  All these questions and no real answers. I’m due to see Dr. Feru in an hour. We’ll see if he can clear my skull of all its ghosts.

  Speaking of ghosts, Candy is now certain she has proof of her specter. One of the gals in our group, Megan, said she saw something weird last night.

  “I was up late and walking down the corridor,” she said. Her freckled milk-pale skin flushed slightly when she said it, so I assume she’d been visiting a man in his quarters. “I saw this dark shape, like a big man as I turned the corner ... and then it disappeared.”