Shalia's Diary #9

by Tracy St. John

  It was a good thing they’d not let me see them completely naked before. My serious lack of self-control would have turned into an aggressive demanding to ride the lot of them like broncos at the rodeo.

  It was sleek Aslada who made the first move. He slunk up onto the bed, crawling up like a panther stalking prey. My heart pounded to see him coming for me, his eyes dark and dangerous. My insides trembled.

  “Shalia,” he whispered as he crouched over me, his breath caressing my face. “I have looked forward to this moment for far too long.”

  I couldn’t make a sound. I laid pinned by the stasis field, trapped beneath the man who looked me over with heart-stopping appetite.

  He didn’t claim me right away. Aslada wore the attitude of a man ready to make this first encounter worth every moment of the days-long foreplay we’d enjoyed. He kissed every inch of my face and torso, his mouth warm and wet all over me. He mouthed my pussy with lingering attention, making me whimper from want. His tongue explored and probed and demanded until my core throbbed with desperation.

  “Please,” I said, the word coming out in a sob.

  “No need to beg, sweet girl,” Aslada said, though I had the feeling that had been what he wanted. “You’ll get your fuck.”

  He slid up my body, making me feel each inch of his firm flesh as he traveled up. His kiss fed me my own flavor, and a stab of pure want speared me. I needed this man. I needed him in me.

  His primary cock bumped my entrance. It settled against me and coaxed its way inside, slow and sweet. My body yielded easily, eager for him. When his smaller cock found the tighter passage, it burrowed in, easing me open.

  I cried out into Aslada’s kiss. Finally. Finally! All the teasing was over. I was being filled as I’d needed to be.

  The Dramok took his time claiming me. The penetration was slow, the pace deliberate. It was as if Aslada wanted me to note each separate sensation of our joining. I felt all of it, all right. Every hair on my body stood at attention with the wild sensations of his measured taking.

  At long last, he had me. Staked. Claimed. Aslada was still as we as he looked down on me, our bodies fused in the most intimate way possible. His breaths came as shakily as mine.

  “So this is how an Earther feels,” he said. “Astounding. Absolutely astounding. By the ancestors, I’ve never known your like.”

  My sheaths were clenching around him, too happy at his presence to remain still. I was going to go full-on fireworks the moment he moved again. I was sure of it. “So good,” I groaned.

  “Show me,” he encouraged. “I want to see how good I feel to you.”

  His hips rocked slowly, pushing and pulling, dragging all that sweet friction through me. He was gentle enough at the start that I didn’t get those light-the-sky fireworks right away. Instead, it started with firecrackers and sparklers, little bursts of bright pleasure that drove tiny cries from my throat. Not being able to move, being forced to focus on my pleasure alone because I couldn’t reciprocate, made me feel each exquisite motion Aslada made. Each pump and every grind, no matter how carefully dealt, was profound. With his intent gaze gauging my reactions, I felt my vulnerability more keenly.

  Aslada increased the pace of his lovemaking. His kisses were as penetrating as his cocks. He enjoyed my breasts as he took me, sometimes gently caressing and sometimes gripping strongly. A small part of me knew he was cataloguing what I responded best to, filing it away to use against me later.

  He grew stronger, driving me towards explosion. His body thudded into mine, demanding my capitulation. I had no defense against his insistence that I succumb to pleasure. Climax seized me in its teeth and shook me from head to toe.

  “Again,” Aslada commanded me, reaching between us to pinch my clit. Like a good little girl, I obeyed. Orgasm thundered, and my cries were muffled by Aslada’s eager kiss. He groaned as he pulsed heat deep within me, filling me with his ecstasy.

  We lay gasping as bliss washed over us in gradually receding waves. I was warm and glowing, forgetting for a little while all the uncertainties facing me.

  Aslada pulled away with a kiss and a smile. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  I smiled back, grateful to have been taken away from the real world for this brief time. “That was just what the doctor ordered.”

  “So happy you liked my prescription,” Meyso chuckled.

  I glanced over to see him sitting in a chair, watching with desire-filled eyes. He stroked his cocks lazily.

  Oh yeah. Two more hotties were there to deliver additional doses of feel-good medicine. My core heated to realize things weren’t quite over yet.

  It was Jaon who took Aslada’s place on top of me. He gave me a kiss and looked me over with a molten gaze.

  “Ancestors, you are beautiful,” he breathed. “Look at this strong, womanly body. I think I’m starting to believe in the benefits of your training, Matara.”

  “See?” I teased. “There are advantages you didn’t consider.”

  “I’ll have to admit to that. I like you beneath me, a little helpless but not entirely so.” He frowned at the medi-bed controls on the side of the frame. “Meyso, how do I free her upper body from the stasis?”

  As the Imdiko rose from his seat and fiddled with the controls, I grinned at Jaon. “Oh, do I get to touch?”

  He laughed, a low, dangerous sound. “From the waist up, do whatever you like. But know I’m still in charge.”

  “Is that a challenge?” My upper body was free of stasis, and I lost no time in running my hands over Jaon’s magnificent shoulders.

  “It’s whatever you want it to be,” was his answer.

  I was able to prop myself up to nibble at his stubbled chin. He growled and pressed me back down to the bed with his weight. His eager cocks pressed hard against my mound. I tried to wiggle, but my hips were frozen still. The Nobek moved slightly, his hand going between us. He put his shafts in position.

  He thrust, shoving hard and deep with a suddenness I hadn’t expected. I gasped as mingled hurt and ecstasy lit me from within. All at once, I was skewered to the hilt by the big man. Swelling heat burst through me. My wandering hands became claws, and I raked his neck and chest with my nails. He jerked inside me and groaned.

  “Oh, yes,” he said in a grating voice. “Oh, yes. More of that.”

  Jaon was pure power. He pounded his groin against mine, riding me without mercy. It was glorious. I love being taken hard and fast by a strong man. It was a lot of Nobek to handle, but the hurt his use brought fed my towering arousal.

  I didn’t want him to stop. Instead, I clung to him, grabbing handfuls of hair as well as scratching every inch of skin I could find. My fists pounded against his chest. I think I was working off all the angst my mother’s slow recovery had brought on. If my legs had been free, I would have been kicking and fighting with all my might.

  Jaon loved the violence. He flashed fangs at me in a delighted grin as he had me. He encouraged my abuse as his cocks jackhammered inside me. “Do it, my beautiful zibger. Yes! Show me that strength you’re so proud of.”

  I battered him. He fucked me. We both came with screams fit for animals in the wild. While my pussy spasmed in harsh bursts, milking his straining cock, I smashed my mouth to his, biting his lips. He crushed me beneath his hard body, rutting until the last pulse of seed left him.

  I wasn’t merely glowing anymore, nor was I wrung out with exhaustion after coming so hard. I was energized, on fire. I felt like I could have taken on the entire world of Trag in that moment.

  Jaon rolled off me, his shoulders, arms, and chest scored from my fingernails. His lower lip was swollen from me biting it. He chortled wildly and bounded to his feet, looking like he felt on top of the world. “Clan her now, Aslada!” he shouted. “I need to keep this woman!”

  His Dramok and Imdiko laughed at his exuberance. I made victory signs, my expression smug.

  Meyso had returned to his chair while I banged the hell out of Jaon. Now he stood and appro
ached me with exaggerated caution. “I think I might be in trouble here.”

  I winked at him. “Only if you want to be.”

  He chuckled. “I’m not nearly as wild as my Nobek. Do you find that disappointing?”

  I held out my arms to him. “Not at all. I’m not usually that violent myself. It was a moment. I think I took out a lot of anxiety on Jaon.”

  The Nobek thumped his chest with a wide grin. “Take your emotions out on me any time. I’m happy to offer you that kind of therapy.”

  Meanwhile, Meyso turned off the stasis and slid onto the bed with me. Free to move around, I turned to him and wrapped an arm and leg around his yummy body.

  Our first kiss was slow and sweet, a delicious counterpoint to Jaon’s wild ride. I sank into the warm shelter of Meyso’s gentle care. Our hands traced over each other, exploring. Enjoying. Letting me settle down from the tempestuous high I’d gained so that I could enjoy this third lover.

  “I want you to suck me,” he said. It was not the demanding tone of a Dramok, but there was an expectation of obedience in his tone just the same. Excitement ignited in my pussy, making me eager to please. I do so love a strong man, even when that strength is more mental than physical.

  I made the happy journey of kissing my way down his granite-block body as he lay back to enjoy the attention. I was all too happy to make him feel good. As unexpected as Mom’s current condition was, he’d done what he could to give her a chance at a normal life. I wanted to show the gratitude I’d been too upset to display so far.

  The spicy scent of aroused Kalquorian made my perky libido perkier still. I followed that luscious aroma until I hovered over those thick, veined lengths. Jeez, the man was endowed. His girth made me wonder how good it was going to feel to have him inside me. I’d been wet before, but I was crazy soaked now.

  I started with the smaller shaft, licking slowly from base to tip. Meyso’s pulse thudded hard against my tongue. His cocks jerked in reaction, and I would have grinned in triumph if I wasn’t so busy with my mouth. No time for self-congratulations. I had a job to do.

  His flavor had a sharp spiciness, and I rolled it around, getting familiar with his unique essence. Kalquorian men all taste similar, but they each possess something unique. I have always been fascinated by that.

  While I concentrated on lapping all over the secondary cock, I gripped the larger one and rubbed up and down. Meyso groaned. His hips tightened, making small movements to match. His rear came right off the mat when my mouth closed over the tip of his shaft and sucked gently. He made a small noise that sounded like woof.

  I giggled and kept at him. I took in a whole mouthful of tasty Imdiko and then slowly let him slip back out, my cheeks hollowing with the effort of suction while my tongue rubbed all over.

  Meyso’s fists slammed onto the mat. “Mother of All!”

  I took that as a compliment and switched my attention to his larger cock. Good night, there was no way I was fitting all of that battering ram in my mouth. Still, I should get points for trying my best.

  Meyso managed maybe a minute or two before he grabbed me and flipped me over so that I was blanketed by Kalquorian yet again. His breath came in gasps as he gazed down on me.

  “You’re welcome,” I teased.

  Aslada and Jaon roared with laughter. Meyso grinned. “You wonderful woman,” he chuckled. “I would die a thousand deaths to be pleasured by your mouth. But now, it’s your turn to lie still for torture.”

  Oh boy.

  Meyso shoved two fingers in me, fucking me with them hard and fast while his thumb rubbed over my swollen clit. I yelped as a beam of rapture burst into being. My hands slammed down on his shoulders, hanging on for dear life while my feet drummed against the mat. He knew exactly where to put pressure and how much, because my pussy was clenching on his fingers within seconds. I was flying straight for nirvana.

  As my body began to shudder, Meyso slowed the frantic pace. His thumb left off its exquisite torment. It was my turn to pant and moan as the near-climax backed away. I stared up at his smug face through blurred eyes.

  “You’re welcome,” he snickered.

  Okay, I deserved that. I still blew a weak raspberry at him. He leaned down and kissed me in that gentle way he has. He stroked my hair and murmured sweet words that made me feel adored.

  I was simmering nicely and floating on the attention when Meyso pushed a third finger in my pussy. He went for broke again, hammering and teasing my clit until I was crying out and writhing violently. Pleasure mounted to eye-crossing intensity. My pussy spasmed, drawing hard on the digits inside.

  Meyso slowed again, taking me from the brink.

  “Evil,” I whimpered, trembling from need. “So brutal and evil.”

  The wicked Imdiko smiled like an angel. “Wait until I get you in our pleasure room at home. I have such plans for you, little Shalia.”

  Even with that caring expression, something dark moved in his eyes. I had a vision of him performing some of Oses’s more punishing games on me with that same bright smile. My stomach flip-flopped with an agreeable mix of anxiety and want.

  Meyso went back to kissing and cooing over me until I was no longer on the brink of explosion. I settled once more into the soft hum of warm but undemanding arousal. My senses were still on alert, wondering when his fingers would again start the demanding plunging that had brought me to brink.

  Instead, as I drifted in the pleasant heat of the Imdiko’s attention, he pulled out of me. The emptiness was awful, but it didn’t last for any length of time. Meyso rolled on top of me, grabbed his dicks and aimed, and plunged in.

  Pain and pleasure bloomed side-by-side, driving all the breath from my lungs. I lay there, my mouth working like a beached fish, unable to inhale. My pussy and ass clutched at their invaders, and a slow but intense throb tumbled through my belly.

  The mini-orgasm came and went. Meyso was still after filling me with those thick cocks, his gaze watching me with dark intention. Again, I was struck at the hint of something fiendish within that otherwise virtuous face.

  Maybe Jaon wasn’t the most dangerous man in the clan. Mom always said to look out for the quiet ones. What rogue lived within the honorable surgeon?

  I’m dying to find out.

  As my body acclimated to the shock of such profound penetration, Meyso began to move leisurely. It didn’t matter that he took me slow. He had enough girth that even a tiny shift was astounding. I swear I felt each throbbing vein of his cocks as they rubbed every intimate inch. My fingernails bit into his shoulders, not because I wanted to wreck him as I had Jaon, but because the exquisite sensations were more than I could handle.

  “Now, now, we agreed none of that,” Meyso chuckled. His hands grabbed mine and pinned them on either side of my head.

  Oh darn. Helpless again.

  He kept fucking steadily, his gaze fixed on my face, watching my responses. I had no thought of concealing my reactions from him, not when the constant friction stole all coherent thought. Sweet prophets, the mix of feeling that man inside me while he held me down and gauged how much I liked it was too potent to be believed.

  My legs curled around his flexing ass. Not to encourage him, though heightened need had me instinctively reaching for climax. I needed something to hang onto, so I wouldn’t come apart. I sensed myself unraveling under the sensual assault on my body and senses.

  Meyso increased the pace. Now I was disintegrating, falling to bits in slow motion. “You want to come for me,” he said. Again, it was not the command of a Dramok, but it was still delivered in a way that brooked no argument. “Come for me, Shalia.”

  Bliss swept over me, a powerful force that rolled from pussy to skull. My head tossed from side to side as the waves took me under. I was aware of Meyso continuing to keep his relentless pace as passion rode me, of his eyes still locked on my face, watching me orgasm.

  The heaviest onslaught eased, resolving into quieting ripples that pulled whimpers from me. Meyso fucked m
e harder and faster, and elation spiked again. High-pitched cries escaped my wide-open mouth.

  Over them, I heard Meyso say, “Come again, Shalia. For me.”

  I couldn’t deny him. He held all the power over me, and he wielded it without mercy. Another eruption blasted through me. Every cell of my body was electrified, pouring sparks.

  Meyso moved faster, almost as strongly as Jaon had taken me. His words came in gasps this time. “Again. You will come for me again.”

  I did. I took him with me, and I had the vague vision of his gaze finally jerking away, his head straining back and his body arching over mine as he let go.

  We lay there like crash victims for a long time as we recovered. Aslada and Jaon snickered as they cleaned us off, making jokes about well-endowed Imdikos who liked to show off.