Shalia's Diary #9

by Tracy St. John

  “It shouldn’t be. I think you’re an amazing bunch of men. I can’t believe you’re not ready to pitch me out.”

  Jaon’s eyes widened. “Not for one second, lovely.”

  Aslada rubbed my breasts, making exciting tingles race through my body. “Then it’s settled. We return to our duties in another week. You and Anrel will remain here for the duration of Matara Eve’s recovery. We’ll spend what little time we can carve out for ourselves until the end of the quarter break, at which time we will immerse ourselves in discovering all we can about each other.”

  “Do you think Mom will be far enough along by then?” I asked Meyso.

  “Given her change in attitude these last couple of days, I think it is likely. Her physical therapist reports she could be moved to a residence that is dedicated solely to rehabilitation. There is one nearby that also offers continued psychological counseling. It’s more of a resort feel and less like a medical facility. It’s got all sorts of luxurious amenities. I think she’ll love it. We were planning to discuss it with her tomorrow.”

  I was delighted to hear she was improved to the point of moving out of the clinic. “That’s great news, Meyso. Mom will be thrilled to get out of a hospital-type atmosphere.”

  “I suggest we celebrate this wonderful news.” Aslada’s voice rumbled in my ear, making things below go tight.

  His pinch to one of my nipples made things clench harder still. He moved to the other one and pinched more insistently. I was jolted as pain and delight zapped right to my clit. I moaned and thrust my chest up, silently begging for more.

  Aslada’s chuckle trembled my bones. Good night, the man’s every move had my nerves alert. He rubbed my pussy to make me writhe against him. His erections pressed hard against my lower spine.

  “Does my pretty little Earther want to play?” he murmured before his teeth nipped my earlobe. I made another helpless sound, wondering at how even the least touch made my insides churn with need. Aslada could damned near play me like a violin at this stage.

  And he had thought I was ready to bolt on them? The man had no idea how enthralling he and his clanmates were.

  With practiced ease, he pulled at the re-sealable crotch seam of my pants. They purred open, displaying the lace of pristine white panties. Aslada ignored their prim appearance, shoving his hand in so that his fingers slid through the folds of my pussy. I arched into the contact, my body crackling with anticipation.

  “So wet for me,” he breathed, rubbing back and forth a couple of times before pushing a finger inside.

  I melted, going boneless for an instant until he pinched my nipple hard. The warring sensations of hurt and delight made me hyperaware. I could feel every throb of my pulse in my clit, avid from the contact with Aslada’s palm. I was succumbing to bliss, my will shattering against the unperturbable strength of the Dramok.

  He pawed my breasts, delivering enjoyment and torment in equal measure. He pumped my sex a few times before his finger pulled out, rubbing moisture over my petals and clit. I cried out at the lightning strike of elation to be touched on that most sensitive place.

  Aslada’s finger and thumb closed over the swollen nub, seizing it with an implacable grip. He rubbed it up and down, then swept his thumb over the tip. Then more friction on either side before another goading swipe. I had a death grip on his thighs, holding on as climax announced its nearness with billowing exhilaration. My whole body shook, readying for explosion. As it was about to crest, his fingers stilled. Stopped.

  I quaked in his embrace, feeling orgasm retreat with regret. I knew he wouldn’t let me have release so easily. No, Aslada enjoyed demonstrating the dominance I handed over when we were intimate. That usually meant a lot of teasing, a lot of near-climaxes, and a lot of proving I was his to enjoy. In the grand scheme of things, I adored these encounters. I liked how he pushed me to utterly submit to him, even when my body begged for release. The testing itself drove me out of my skull with frustration, but I knew in the end, if I was sweet and submissive, he would reward me. He always did.

  So I didn’t protest his abrupt stopping or my missed orgasm. I lay between his legs and against his chest, suffering from the need gnawing at my belly. When he started to play with me again, as I knew he would, I let him drive me back to that peak where I could feel the nearness of sensual rapture. Again, he stopped before I could realize what I moaned for, refusing me.

  All was to be done in Aslada’s time, at his command. Over and over, he tormented me with pleasure that wasn’t to be fully finished. My pussy and clit and tits became the focus of my attention, the places where he tortured me. I wasn’t aware of anything but those parts, reduced to a trembling, needful mass of desire.

  At last he asked, “Do you want me, sweet girl?”

  My usual snarky well duh response was nowhere to be found. I moaned with all the feeling in the world, “Yes, Dramok. Please.”

  “Then you may get on top of me.”

  This was a surprise. Aslada was not one to hand over any sort of control, even the illusion of it. But I was dying for him. I wasted no time turning around to face him.

  “Clothes off first,” he said, opening his trousers. His cocks damned near leapt out, heavy and glistening with desire. For me.

  My clothes went flying with enough enthusiasm that I heard Meyso and Jaon chuckle behind me. Aslada didn’t laugh, however. His dark gaze riveted on me, watching with enough smolder to light a forest fire.

  Naked, I crawled towards him, ending by straddling his hips, my pussy and ass hovering over his shafts. I ached to impale myself with him, but I waited instead, needing permission. I was on top, but he was still in command.

  A smile drifted over his too-kissable lips as he reached beneath me to position himself. “At my pace, precious little pretty. Take me into you, slowly.”

  I obeyed, easing down on him. His primary nudged through my folds, our combined wetness letting him slip within effortlessly. My pussy convulsed, and my breath caught.

  More of that knowing smile possessed his face. At the same time, the sense of his power grew. “That’s right. You’ll take my cocks with that hungry little pussy and ass. Keep going, precious. Good girl.”

  His smaller cock nudged its target, insisting on having its place too. I relaxed into how it stretched me, opening for Aslada. Filling me, inch by inch, both lengths forged into my yielding body until I sat on his groin, my legs trembling at the feeling of Aslada stuffed inside me. He was not a small man by any means.

  “Lovely,” he breathed, his eyes sliding closed as he exulted in the moment. “So very good.”

  His lids lifted so he could pierce me with that unwavering stare again. He slid his hands up my thighs, not stopping until they framed my pussy. He rubbed either side of my clit with his thumbs, and I spasmed around him. Sweet prophets, even the lightest touch felt like a force of nature. I realized I was holding onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

  I jerked my hands away. “I’m sorry, Dramok.”

  “No, hold on all you like. As hard as you like. Feeling your passion for me is exhilarating.”

  Thank goodness, because I needed to hold onto something. My body throbbed to have him inside me, to have him stroking my clit with that soft, lazy touch that was so profound.

  “You may fuck me,” he said, his voice languorous with satisfaction. “Slowly, to start with.”

  I eased upwards, crying out at the delicious friction that made my guts coil tight. Damn, it was exquisite to have Aslada moving inside.

  I rose up until I was in danger of losing him. I settled back down, reveling in my own sensitivity. He rubbed all the right parts inside and out, what with those busy thumbs. Up again. And down. Rising and falling in slow motion, giving him the leisurely fuck he desired though I was burning to take him like a jackhammer.

  His scent surrounded me, that marvelous spicy cinnamon scent of the aroused Kalquorian male, as well as the clean musk of his skin. I breathed it deep into my lungs
, wanting to absorb everything about him. Even his aroma made my insides clench. He was too amazing.

  “A little faster now,” he said. His tone was lazy, offhand even, but again the thread of command could not be missed. I was more than happy to obey. Riding him a little quicker, with a little more power, brought my libido to an eager simmer.

  He continued to lie still beneath me, but for his thumbs stroking the sides of my clit, which made me cross-eyed with arousal. He watched our joining, his cocks relinquished and re-absorbed by my body. His easy smile began to show tension, his jaw tightening. I was getting to him at last. He was beginning to suffer as much as me.

  “More. A little more.” When the order came, it was voiced in a slightly breathless tone.

  Passion roiled. Had Aslada brushed over the tip of my clit with one of those maddening thumbs, I would have detonated. But even as his face clenched with effort and tendons began to stand out, he kept the play careful, not letting me come.

  “Fast. Hard, little girl,” he finally muttered between clenched teeth. “Fuck me.”

  He didn’t have to say it twice. I took him with all I had, my breasts bouncing violently with the effort I made. I was boiling now, so close to climax. I could feel orgasm’s claws skimming over me, not quite able to dig in. I was desperate for it now, begging Aslada to help me come in a voice that got louder and more frantic with each plunge I took.

  He groaned at long last. His thumb swiped over my engorged clit, and I froze in mid-thrust. Then I was flying, pistoning over him as at last orgasm burst the barriers, overflowing in a constant expulsion of sensation. During the tide of rapture, Aslada bellowed. His hips came up off the floor, bearing my weight upward as he let go.

  We rocked and moaned together as pleasure had its way with us. I collapsed over him, my body quivering with the relief of release. His cocks continued to jerk inside me in the aftermath while he stroked my back and ass and kissed me back into sense.

  When my breath had slowed and I made happy sighing sounds, he gently pushed me off. I felt empty with him gone. My glad noises became pouty ones, and he laughed. “You still have two other men to enjoy,” he reminded me.

  Oh yeah. Happy sounds recommenced as a grinning and gloriously naked Jaon crawled forward. Then cut off with a startled yip as he moved me faster than I could think. All at once I was flat on my back on the pillowy comforter.

  The big Nobek wasn’t finished with putting me in the position he wanted. One veined hand reached beneath the log behind my head, the one Aslada had leaned against as we’d loved. The log rolled slightly, showing the metal anchor attached to it, and the chain attached to the anchor. And at the end of the chain, a manacle. Quicker than quick, my wrist was circled by the cuff, and the other arm followed suit. I was shackled to the log.

  Humming a tune too merry to go with the dangerous expression on his face, Jaon grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the comforter until my arms stretched over my head. Then he manacled my ankles to the other log, imprisoning me so that my legs were spread wide apart. That done, he knelt and leered at my vulnerable body.

  I struggled a little against the bonds, the Nobek’s calculating stare making me nervous. I felt safe with him, but when a man as ferocious-looking as Jaon has you at his mercy and stares at you like he’d as soon eat as ravish you, it gets the heart racing. I couldn’t help but squirm under that feral regard.

  “Why so anxious?” he asked, his voice low and knowing. “What could a girl in your position fear from a man like me? Or is it more excitement than fear?”

  He cupped my pussy, massaging the tender flesh insistently. I drew a loud breath, and my hips jerked in response. With an evil laugh, he rubbed the folds and clit. Warm arousal cascaded through me, my body awakening to his touch. It was almost too much sensation after sex with Aslada, but I had no way of denying Jaon anything.

  “Where is it?” he asked softly, concentrating his efforts on my clit. It was swelling again, eager to show off to him. “Come out, come out, little bit.” His singsong should have been ridiculous from a man like him, but Jaon made it sound deliciously threatening.

  He trapped the nub between his thumbs, much as Aslada had done. With the slightest of pressure, he pushed the hood back, exposing the most tender part of me.

  When he bent low over my pussy, his lips parted, I had to resist. I jerked in the shackles, my breathless cries of, “No, no, don’t, please, I can’t,” tumbling all over each other. But there was no help for me.

  First his breath, hot and exquisite, wafted against my clit. The hair rose on my body at the profound sensation. Then the tip of his tongue descended towards the bared nub. Stretched. Touched with the slightest of pressure.

  Searing pleasure knifed through me, turning my surroundings bright white for an instant. I’d never been so close to coming without actually doing so. My shriek echoed, reminding me we were in a closed room rather than the hilltop that the vids fooled my eyes with.

  I stared into the Nobek’s primitive face. He looked damned pleased with himself. “What an eager pussy you have,” he said. “So willing to welcome my cock. I do not dare disappoint it.”

  He crawled over me, his carved body eclipsing the pretend sky over us. I quaked to be shadowed by him, this colossus of muscle and will. He would have me. If the thought had occurred to stop him, I’d have no chance of doing so.

  Jaon positioned himself between my legs, finding me open for his use. He speared my pussy and ass, gliding inside with ease. I contracted around the invaders, my body seeking to pull them in even deeper, devouring the big man as if starved.

  “That’s right,” he groaned, his eyes closing as he enjoyed my reaction. “You like being restrained for me. Cuffed so that your body is open. I can lick that pussy all day long if I want to. I can spank it, and you can’t stop me. I can fuck it over and over, making you come until your throat is raw from screaming my name.”

  Everything he said made me more aware than ever of my wonderful helplessness, of his cocks filling me, of his weight on top of me. Had I ever felt a man more than at that moment? I couldn’t remember.

  His gaze was on me again, pinning me as surely as the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. “You’re like the slickest satin around my cocks. Pulling on me, but so very gently. Your body begs me to fuck you.”

  He rubbed my breasts with one rough hand, pausing to pinch so I writhed beneath him. “That’s it, little girl. Mine to play with. Mine to enjoy. All this is mine, not yours. Your tits, your pussy, your clit, your tight little ass. Mine.”

  He reached between us to tease my clit, making my heart thunder. I squirmed, wanting desperately to climax. Little surges made me convulse around his shafts, begging him for mercy. I feared it too, thinking I must shatter into pieces too small to be fit back together.

  “Wait,” I whimpered. “I can’t.”

  “You will,” he growled back, animal lust sparking in his eyes. “I will make you, and you cannot stop me.”

  He began thrusting. One moment hard and fast, demanding my surrender until I was on the point of dissolving. Then slower, taking me from that breathless moment that came just before the final fall into exaltation. He shifted in minute but targeted ways, now pushing right against that inside bit that made me melt, now grinding against my throbbing clit. He mauled my breasts all the while, caressing and rubbing and swatting and pinching. My body was a maelstrom of sensations, unable to catalog any single exciting feeling. It all ran together in a hailstorm of maddening rapture.

  He left off my breasts, giving sanity a momentary reprieve. But only a moment. He reached between us. His fingers found my clit, dancing right over it.

  The blast detonated from that point, making me strain against the shackles that held me. My screams pealed one after the other, in perfect time with the explosions rocketing through my body. My pussy felt as if it was heaving inside, pulling on Jaon’s primary cock, demanding he join me in the cataclysm.

  After a few more strokes, he did. His
bellow joined my cries, the sound that of mingled victory and surrender. We throbbed in tandem until it felt we orgasmed as one being. We strained together, our bodies refusing to ease until the last pulse of passion had passed. Then we crumpled, though Jaon did manage to keep most of his weight on his arms so as not to crush me beneath him.

  Whew. What a ride.

  I was as sad to feel Jaon go as I had been for Aslada. I felt so empty. Happily, I still had another ready and willing playmate. Fortunately for my well-being, the doctor was in.

  Meyso surprised me by uncuffing me. He helped me sit up and tipped a water pouch into my mouth. I drank greedily. I’d had a heck of a workout.

  He rubbed my ankles and wrists. “Everything okay? Do you feel all right?” he asked, ever the conscientious physician.

  “Oh, I’d say everything was fantastic,” I purred, grinning at Aslada and Jaon who lounged nearby. They laughed and punched each other on the shoulders. Well, they deserved to be proud of themselves.