Shalia's Diary Book 5

by Tracy St. John

  I didn’t like where this line of thought was heading. I felt too morose for a fling, but Oses’ mood was even darker than mine. So offered the one thing I can. Me.

  I looked the Nobek up and down and gave him a naughty smile. “Old and tired, huh? Isn’t that a shame. I swear being pregnant has driven my hormones into overdrive. I guess I should track Betra down then, since you’re obviously in need of a nap, old man.”

  Oses smirked. “I can wear you out at a moment’s notice, little Earther girl, just as well as that Imdiko pup. Get over here.”

  I admit to feeling pretty bratty. Sure I wanted to screw that big yummy Nobek. And as usual, I wanted him to be strong and powerful during it. But I also felt a bit contrary. So when he said, “Get over here,” I didn’t obey.

  Instead I blew a raspberry at him and said, “If you want it so bad, you can come and get it.” Then I skipped away like a goofball five-year-old playing tag.

  There wasn’t far I could go. The room was small since it was mostly a vid-projection based space. With the vid programs closed, it was just a blank room with four silvery-gray walls. Yet I danced away from Oses, laughing in a teasing way as I went.

  “Silly,” he called me, but I saw how his eyes darkened as he realized he’d have to catch me. I’d heard running from Nobeks was a super bad idea, but I wasn’t really running. I playfully avoided him.

  As he started to stalk towards me, I reminded him, “Be nice now. I’ve got a baby on board.”

  “So you think that’s an excuse that will allow you to get away with being naughty?” he asked, speeding up a little to get within a couple of steps of me.

  I skipped a bit faster. “I think it’s an excellent excuse,” I giggled. “What are you going to do about it? You can’t spank me. Nyah, nyah.”

  I was utterly ridiculous, but a silly mood had seized me. I wanted to be carefree for a change. I wanted to have fun. I wanted Oses to play with me.

  Oses doesn’t play. I never even saw him come at me. All of the sudden, he was just there. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against his body. I looked into cat-pupiled eyes that possessed no mercy. He deliberately opened his mouth wide so I could see his fangs descend. His face came close and he buried it against my throat.

  There was an instant of sharp pain as he bit. I yelped but didn’t struggle. Knowing the sweetness that was to come, I surrendered without a qualm. Just a moment later, the pain was gone.

  While I waited for the venom to fill my body, I concentrated on the feeling of Oses against me. His massive arms cradled me against his wide chest. I thought I could feel his heart pounding against my breast, as if it wished to leave his body and enter mine. I thought of us melded together as one being and how wondrous that would be. I sighed, sinking into the pleasure of his embrace.

  The first soft curls of euphoria crept through my veins. I sighed again, feeling the warmth of blended arousal and contentment filling me. It was a good feeling, one I hadn’t experienced in some time. When was the last time I’d enjoyed a Kalquorian bite? I couldn’t even remember.

  My body was happily humming when Oses released me, and I was wet from need. The intoxicant in a Kalquorian’s fangs is a potent aphrodisiac. I wantonly rubbed myself all over my favorite weapons commander. He chuckled to be lustfully mauled by me.

  “I thought you wanted to run away,” he teased as I covered his face with damp kisses.

  “No, no, I want to wallow all over you,” I moaned, pulling at his armored formsuit so that the front seam purred open, baring his chest. “I want to cover myself in Nobek Oses for the next few hours.”

  “I don’t have a few hours,” he said. Oses wasn’t resisting as I kissed my way down his massive, muscled torso. Instead, he let me explore him with my mouth. “I can spare a few minutes, I think.”

  “Aw Oses,” I complained in between licks and kisses. My hands roamed the skin I bared with abandon. “You can’t bite an Earther girl, make her all crazy with lust, and then leave her wanting.”

  “Can’t I? I think you’ll have to convince me you’re worth a potential reprimand for reporting late to duty.”

  “How?” I sank to my knees. His delicious aroma, much like cinnamon, got stronger as I neared his crotch.

  “Just keep heading down. Put those eager hands and mouth to good use, and I’ll consider fucking you. Take off your blouse so I can enjoy looking at your breasts while you’re at it.”

  For an answer I yanked his crotch seam wide open. Oses’ eager cocks spilled out, damned near smacking me in the face as they did so. Then I whipped my blouse off over my head and shoved my bra off with impatience.

  My hands gripped the bases of each rigid stave. I sucked pricks like my life depended on it. With the venom in me, I was crazed in my need for sex, even for giving oral sex. I fellated as if I could achieve orgasm by that means. My mouth was voracious, slurping Oses’ lubricating juices as fast as he produced them.

  Meanwhile he stood over me, hands on his hips, watching me from far above. Oses looked excited, but he also looked down on me like a lord and master being served by a slave. I loved the fantasy and bought fully into it. I pretended I had no choice but to service him, that he owned me and I must provide him pleasure even if I received none.

  However, I got plenty of excitement from seeing to Oses’ desires. The insides of my thighs were slick and heat built in my belly. Without being touched, my pussy was alive with sensation. I almost thought I could climax just from looking at the naked lust on his face.

  I worked his cocks with everything I had and still couldn’t get enough. He stood and watched for a long time, grimacing and grunting every few seconds. From the frequent tastes of spice-salt-sweet I detected when I sucked on his larger prick, I wasn’t doing half bad. All that pre-cum meant I made my man pretty darn happy.

  Finally Oses stepped away so that I was left reaching for him. “Turn around. Put your ass in the air for my use,” he told me.

  Oh happy me. I almost gave myself vertigo from spinning around so fast. In my enthusiasm in presenting my derriere to him, I nearly smacked my forehead on the hard floor.

  Oses knelt behind me. His big hands spread my cheeks. He said. “I love this ass. I’m tempted to shove my primary cock in there without preparing you and fuck you while you scream.”

  I knew perfectly well he’d never take me in a damaging way. The threat was merely a matter of him playing out our mutual fantasy of his mastery. I whimpered and trembled as if to beg for mercy.

  “Just keep that pussy open and take what you’re given,” Oses growled. “Any crying or complaining will mean punishment.”

  I spread my legs wider in acquiescence. With a grunt, the Nobek pressed the tip of his cock against and into me.

  For all his dangerous demeanor, he was as careful as I knew he’d be. The only hint of demand came from the way Oses gripped my hips, holding me steady as he forged us into one gasping being. His thrusts were steady but gentle. He relied on my intoxication and his fingers stroking my clit to make me come.

  And come I did, shuddering and crying his name as sweet passion seized my pussy in long spasms. When the most intense of the convulsions passed, I reached between my legs to clench Oses’ smaller cock in my fist. He rocked back and forth in the grip of my hand and pussy for a few moments before his moans announced pleasure had been attained.

  After that, Oses sat back on his knees and pulled me up so that I sat, still impaled, on his lap. He stroked my clit until I seized again. I arched back against his chest, screaming gratification to the illuminated ceiling overhead.

  Later Oses told me he hadn’t been late for his shift, but it had meant not showering before going on duty. The smell of me on him was a source of frustration for the crew on the bridge. It seemed to amuse him that everyone else was in a terrible mood for those hours. Such is the Nobek sense of humor.

  I’d asked Oses to check into Clan Seot, and I wasted no time after our encounter sending him all the information I
had on my would-be mates. The weapons commander’s comment that Dad Rak would want to give them a once-over gave me a great excuse to send my dads a message too. I miss my adoptive parents in the worst way. It sucks that there are two days between me comming and them receiving it.

  But I did my daughterly duty, telling them about Seot, Cifa, and Larten. I also told them about my haunting problem, though I went with a ghost-story-by-the-campfire vibe; lighthearted with an exaggerated drama-queen spin. I have put those men through enough with my unwanted adventures. Nayun in particular will have a nervous breakdown if he thinks I’m in trouble yet again.

  My kiddo did some kicking as I recorded my message to the dads. I shared that with them too, thinking the future grandfathers would enjoy knowing their grandchild is healthy and active. I asked Nayun if Kalquorian names have meanings, and if so, what does his mean. He’ll probably figure out I’d like my child, if it’s a boy, to have his name. I hope he doesn’t mind.

  With me getting into the second trimester of my pregnancy, I’m starting to worry more and more about how I’m going to be as a mother. My mom was no great shakes at being a parent, but I still wish I could pick her brain about what things to expect. I suppose I could talk to Katrina about it. She’s a mom, after all. However, with her kids and grandkids still not found back on Earth, I’m afraid it will upset her too much.

  It’s funny. I’ve got all this support from friends and yet I feel almost totally alone on this mom-to-be issue. Thank goodness I still have plenty of time to figure stuff out.

  Once I’d caught up on all that, I went in search of Candy and Katrina. I found them in Candy’s room, muttering over their handhelds.

  “It’s about time,” Candy said by way of greeting me. “Give me your handheld so I can set it up.”

  “Set it up for what?” I asked, though I gave it up to her right away.

  “We’re going on a ghost hunting expedition,” Katrina said. “Candy has some ideas on how we might be able to tune the audio and video recording frequencies. Maybe we can catch evidence of something knocking around here.”

  Her tone was bland enough that I knew she didn’t think much of the idea. I thought it was kind of ridiculous myself, but then neither of us had put any stock into the idea of ghosts at all a few days ago. We’d been proven wrong on that count, so I saw no harm in playing along with Candy’s ideas.

  “What exactly are you doing?” I asked her as she fiddled with my unit. I hoped she wasn’t doing anything that would necessitate me having to buy a new handheld. My funds were low after clothes shopping on Xniktix Station.

  Candy was bright and happy, as if going to a party instead of readying to stalk a potentially malevolent spirit. “I’m widening the frequency-capturing stream of the audio recorder that’s in here. Plus I’m installing infra-red, nightvision, heat detection, and full spectrum applications.”

  Katrina sighed. “I hope that means something to you, Shalia. Candy might as well have told me she was flurbing a durdle on Planet Bejwa with a goojoos. That’s how much sense she was making to me.”

  I laughed at our elder friend’s confusion. Since I’d done industrial video work, I knew the terms Candy referred to. Except for filming with nightvision, I had not had the opportunity to use any of them. Plus I was quite amazed at Candy’s know-how when it came to programming our devices that way. She comes off as ditzy so often that I am sometimes guilty of forgetting just how intelligent she is.

  “Can they really detect all that at once?” I asked her.

  Candy wrinkled her nose prettily. When I make that face, I look like I smelled something disgusting.

  She told me, “Unfortunately, no. None of us can perform more than two vid functions at a time, plus the enhanced audio. But I thought I’d give us all the options in case one or more of these things shuts down, as often happens around ghosts. We’re each others’ backups.”

  “Why would they shut down around spirits?” Katrina asked.

  “Because spirits suck up energy to manifest. Even though I’m making sure our handhelds are all fully powered, you can bet at least one of these will experience a massive energy drain if we encounter our haunt.” Candy handed me my device. “You’re all set.”

  I checked out my handheld, putting on the different modes of vid. Heat-sensing was particularly cool; Candy and Katrina were red- and white-hot shapes before me. Infrared gave me a headache with all those rainbow hues arching across my view screen. Full spectrum was even worse. Nightvision was of no use since the room was well lit.

  Candy shouldered a small pack. “What’s in there?” I asked.

  “Holy water, salt, and incense made from some plant called an amnetric. Plus an Earther bible.” Candy wrinkled her nose.

  “Where did you get holy water?” I asked. “And incense? What are you going to do with all that?”

  Candy sighed. “I got the priest from the Temple of Life to bless some water. I had to talk him into it. He seemed confused about the matter and argued that water is a source of life and therefore already blessed. The amnetric is an aromatic similar to sage. Burning sage and scattering salt supposedly clear away evil influences.”

  “Witchcraft,” Katrina muttered. “If you’d been caught doing such things on Earth, they would have burned you for it.”

  Candy waved her off. “In my spirit-hunting group back on Earth, we would use these things plus certain verses of the bible to exorcise troublesome entities. If we run into our dark soul and he shows us he is evil, we can get rid of him.”

  This was getting harder for me to swallow all the time. Yes, I had seen a ghost more than once, but now we were getting into hocus-pocus. “Candy, I thought you didn’t believe in Earth’s religion.”

  “Some of it has merit,” she insisted. She watched Katrina and me carefully, as if waiting to be laughed at. “I believe in a higher power, one that loves us. One that can keep us safe. My faith in that will make this work.”

  Who was I to argue with her? I also held hopes for a loving all-powerful being who watches us and takes care of us when this life is done. Besides, it was better to try and do something about this thing that stalked me rather than wait in fear of the bogeyman.

  “I’m ready when you are,” I told the gals.

  We started in my rooms, since most of the activity has occurred in there. Under Candy’s direction, Katrina perched on the lounger in my sitting room, and I settled myself on my bed. Candy said that once we started our ‘session’ she would stand in the doorway between the two rooms and keep an eye on the two of us as well as our surroundings.

  Candy set Katrina’s vid monitor to the nightvision option. I took heat-source sensitivity mode, and Candy said she would record both infra-red and full spectrum readings. We all had our enhanced audio recorders going. Candy got in position. I ordered the lights off.

  “Shalia’s quarters, sitting and sleeping rooms. Candy, Katrina, and Shalia present,” Candy said in a business-like tone. “Starting EVP interview.”

  “E-V what?” asked Katrina.

  “EVP. Electronic Voice Phenomenon. That’s what it’s called when you capture a disembodied voice on a recording device that you didn’t hear with your own ears,” Candy informed her. “First question: is there anyone here besides the three of us women?”

  “Damn it, if anyone answers you, I’m going to wet my britches,” Katrina muttered just loud enough for me to hear.

  Candy had a note of impatience in her tone. “When I ask a question, try to remain silent for a minute. We have to give the spirit a chance to respond.”