Shalia's Diary Book 2

by Tracy St. John

  He circled it with one hand. He didn’t choke or hurt me in any way. He only displayed his dominance in no uncertain terms. The other hand clutched one of my breasts, squeezing just shy of pain. I nearly purred with the sensual excitement of it.

  Weln entered me. Unlike the near desperation of the way Dusa and Esak had taken me, he was slow. Not slow as in being careful, but slow as if to make me aware I was under his utter control. His words reflected that assumption:

  “Feel me moving inside you. Feel how I possess you. Your body and will yield completely to mine. You have no choice but to accept this.”

  My pussy flexed in response to the demanding tone. Feeling his power over me, I went softer and more accepting than ever. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Dusa bite his lip. I thought he might be getting aroused again. Esak nodded in approval.

  Deeper and deeper, Weln filled me with himself. My helpless body offered no resistance. I could detect every single inch of his cocks as they parted my flesh, opening me to his demands. He pinched my nipple and I squirmed a little as a bolt of heat shot from it directly to my clit. I felt no urge to escape, however. I was his. I belonged to him, to all three of them. I would not deny them their rights to me.

  Weln arrived at the end of me, the contact between the tip of his cock and my cervix sending daggers of near-painful ecstasy through my belly. I cried out.

  “Who is your master, Shalia?” Weln asked.

  “You,” I moaned.

  “Do you give this body to me to use as I see fit?”

  “Yes.” The word came out in a groan.

  “Then to whom does this belong?”

  “You.”

  “And what will you deny me of this body?”

  “Nothing.” I was adamant about that.

  Weln’s smile made him savagely beautiful. “I accept this gift of you. You will lie still and quiet for my pleasure.”

  He fucked me slowly, dragging his cocks outward with methodical sadism before pushing back in just as gradually. He released my breast to draw lazy circles around my clit, teasing it unmercifully, making it blossom into red, swollen eagerness. But he refused to touch the burgeoning tip, and the slow penetration and withdrawal excited me without allowing orgasm. He watched my face all the while, a rather cruel expression darkening his.

  Weln made me take this crawling pace for what felt like eons. I was suspended, too aroused to be comfortable. My every thought was eclipsed by the soaring need to be taken faster and harder until I could finally come, releasing the unrelenting pressure that didn’t grow or recede, but only remained at a steady throb. After long enough, it was more torture than pleasure.

  I wanted to beg for mercy. I wanted to move against him, to bring my hips to his with quickness, with force. But even if the other two hadn’t been holding me, I’d given myself to him, to with as he wished. It wasn’t my place to demand anything.

  I settled for tiny pleading whimpers, sounds I thought Weln would not identify as being anything but what I could not help. I hoped he would understand how desperately I needed him to give me release.

  “Who knew how brutal gentle lovemaking could be?” Esak grinned. “You are a vicious bastard, my Imdiko.”

  “I’d advise you not to forget that,” Weln smirked back. “Consider this your one and only warning.”

  Dusa laughed evilly, and Esak looked at the two men with mingled threat and delight. Meanwhile, I was left to endure the painstaking fucking the Imdiko delivered.

  He pressed deep inside me and held there for a moment. Then he ground hard against me in circles, sending deep, demanding pleasure into my clit. I bit my lips together hard and moaned before I could stop the sound. The effort to remain still and silent brought tears to my eyes. I needed to come so bad.

  “Lie there and take it,” Weln demanded. His hips slid back, emptying me halfway before suddenly slamming hard against me once more. He ground against me with deliberate force.

  I shook all over, tension making the need worse. Desperation doubled, then tripled when Weln drove powerfully against me again and worked his lower body in circles against mine. My mouth flew open, and I cried out. Heady arousal spiked deep in my gut, ripping control away.

  “No escape, my little Shalia,” Weln snarled. His groin crashed and crush up against mine. I wailed again at the insane heat that erupted. I wasn’t just shaking now; I jerked violently as if in the throes of a seizure. Even Dusa and Esak couldn’t hold me still.

  “You can’t get away.” Thrusting. Grinding. “Mine to fuck all night long like this if I wish it.” Thrusting. Grinding. Thrusting. Grinding. “You have no choice but to accept my desires.” Thrusting. Grinding.

  I was sobbing now, nearly wailing with vicious need as he tormented me with monstrous pleasure. I voiced inarticulate pleas, spoken language having deserted me. Weln moved faster and harder, just as I’d wanted, but the ecstasy was ferocious, ripping at me with erotic savagery.

  Then orgasm roared through me, a ravening, cruel eruption that tore through my insides, shredding my womb, belly, chest, throat, and mind. I think I screamed but I couldn’t hear myself. All I could see was the fierce face over mine, and all I could feel was my guts being consumed in a firestorm of elation.

  My pussy felt as if it contorted with the force of the orgasm, drawing hard on the invader that punished it into almost hellish rapture. Weln jerked against me, as if trying to escape, but now I had him, capturing him as he’d captured me, forcing his bliss out in a thick, boiling stream. His body bowed backwards as he discovered his plight much too late, that he was the one who would offer sacrifice. He screamed as I emptied him.

  We were exhausted after that, but none of us fell asleep. With the next dawn taking Dusa and Esak away, every moment was precious. We talked, we cuddled, we did all we could to pack in as much joy as we could in our last hours together. Of course there wasn’t enough time. Is there ever?

  Finally the sun began its climb over the horizon. Reluctantly we rose, dressed, and Dusa and Esak packed their few belongings. A ground shuttle took us over to the Academy’s landing pad where the long-distance shuttle waited.

  I smiled through the flood of tears escaping my eyes as I wrapped my arms around Esak’s neck. “You take care of yourself. No more getting your head blown off,” I said.

  “Yes, Shalia,” he whispered in my ear. There was the slightest tremble in my fierce Nobek’s voice. “Please stay out of trouble for a change.”

  “What fun would that be?” I teased, but I cried harder. I made him look at me. “Be careful out there. Take care of Dusa.”

  He nodded. “Always.” He swallowed. “I love you, Shalia.”

  “I love you too, Esak.”

  That made his eyes bright. He kissed me hard and then stepped back to allow Dusa to say goodbye.

  “Shalia,” the Dramok breathed, enveloping me in his arms. “If only I could keep you with me. I know there are many clans out there that can give you so much more than mine, but I am greedy.”

  “I am going to miss you so much,” I wept. “Vid me as often as possible. I want to know you’re okay.”

  “I will. You do the same.”

  We stood there for as long as we could until someone said, “Dramok, Nobek. You must board now.”

  A shudder ran through Dusa’s body. “Be well, my pretty one. Know that I love you.”

  “I love you too, Dusa.” I stared into that handsome face. Maybe I wasn’t ready to be clanned, but I did love him. Of that, I had no doubt. “Thank you for all the times you came to my rescue.”

  He managed a grin. “I enjoyed the rewards.”

  He and Esak embraced Weln briefly, whispering in the Imdiko’s ears. Weln cried openly. I felt guilt on top of my sorrow. If not for me, he’d be going to Atlanta with his clan. Even this brief separation was killing him. Poor Weln.

  Dusa and Esak at last had no choice but to board the shuttle. Weln and I clung together after the hatch closed, shutting off our view of the two men. Then
the shuttle lifted into the sky. With a low hum, it shot away and they were gone.

  Gone.

  Weln and I went through the day like zombies. We kept close, desperate to keep the vast emptiness from swallowing us. We found some solace in tending to Mom and keeping her company. Our hearts broke anew when we got a com from Dusa and Esak letting us know they’d arrived at their new worksite. It hurt to hear their voices as if in the room with us but not seeing their faces. We held each other while we forced bright tones in answer to our missing lovers’ questions.

  The terrible day couldn’t end fast enough. When it finally did, we went to bed in the room that had witnessed so much, Dusa and Esak’s former quarters. Weln shoved apart the two beds, the space too much for the two of us, too much of a reminder of what we’d lost. We clung together, crying some more. I finally fell asleep. I don’t know if Weln ever found rest himself.

  I feel like a huge chunk of my soul has been ripped out. Were they really part of my life for only two months? Is that actually possible? Because it feels like longer. It feels as if we’ve been together for years … and yet like it was only yesterday Dusa brought me in after finding me unconscious in someone’s flower bed.

  I can’t wait to go to Kalquor now. There’s little left for me here.

  November 7

  Hey, I’m back. It’s been a couple of depressing days, days in which I didn’t cope with things so well. Weln got worried about all the moping and sleeping I was doing and told Dad, who got me back on the anti-depressants. While I’m not all sunshine and happiness by any means, I can at least function again.

  We hear from Dusa and Esak every day. It’s hard to see them and not be able to feel their arms around me, but at least I can talk to them. And I have Weln, who tries hard to keep me warm at night. I do the same for him.

  I have to admit that I am keeping some sense of emotional distance from Weln. He is so good and so sweet that I’m afraid of falling as much in love with him as I have his clanmates. What is the point of getting close when I’ll lose him too? I can’t stand it. We have sex, we talk about personal things, and we spend as much time together as his work schedule allows, but I refuse to get attached. Losing Dusa and Esak hurts enough. I don’t want to hurt anymore than I have to from now on.

  With all that’s been going on, I completely forgot about Commander Nang’s presentation to my fellow Earthers until he commed yesterday. Surprise! It was last night. Weln was covering someone else’s shift in the care facility, so I went alone. It was in the same auditorium where I’d done my presentation to the Kalquorians.

  I watched from backstage. I could have sat with Candy and Matt King, who were in the front row. It turns out I’m still leery of the majority of my fellow Earthers, however, so I watched as Nang did his spiel. You know what? He did a damned good job.

  He started with the story of how desperate Kalquor had become with extinction looming only a couple of centuries in the future. He told them all about the virus that had decimated the population and left almost all their women barren. He told of clans seducing Earther women to get them to come to Kalquor as their Mataras. Some members of the Empire had become so desperate for their culture’s survival that on a few occasions they did something even they found abhorrent: kidnapping Earther women so the Kalquorian culture might survive.

  He told them the truth of Armageddon and apologized up and down for his people’s part in it. He showed the records found of Holy Leader Copeland’s knowledge and approval of the explosives beneath the cities. Sobs greeted those revelations.

  He also played a vid recorded by Empress Jessica. At first there were boos from the audience as she explained how she had fallen in love with her clan. There were shouts of ‘Whore!’ and ‘Slut!’ and other even nastier epithets.

  But there were also those shushing the angry. Someone yelled, “Shut up! I want to hear this!”

  The empress explained how she had fought hard with Kalquor’s Royal Council to outlaw coerced clannings. “No woman who does not want to join a clan will be forced to from now on,” she vowed, her soft, high voice going steely. “I will not have it. My clan has vowed they will not allow it as long as any of us draws breath.”

  Last, she lifted an adorable black-haired, purple-eyed baby boy in her arms. “This is Prince Wayne, my son,” Jessica said. “This is the future of Kalquor: the child of Kalquorian and Earther. The Empire cannot survive without us. We cannot survive without them. It is time to put our terrible war behind us and move into the future.”

  All was silent as the vid ended and Nang resumed his talk. He explained once more that Earthers were in charge of their own futures: that they could go to live on our surviving colonies, move to colonies set up by members of the Galactic Council of Planets, or go to Kalquor itself.

  “It is your choice. We will not attempt to convince you to come to us, as much as we need you,” he told them.

  Nang was charming and convincing in a way that I had never seen him before. I caught Matt King beaming at him from his seat. Well, well. It seems the commander took my advice and got the Earther rep to give him some pointers on how to win over the hostile majority.

  Damned if it didn’t work. When Nang finished, at least two-thirds of the audience applauded him. Many came up to the stage to shake his hand and speak a few words. Nang beamed at them all, listening to their comments carefully and treating every last Earther like a good friend.

  Matt must have seen me lurking in the shadows, because he sought me out while I waited to offer my own congratulations to Nang. “Now this is cooperation,” he told me. “Nang did a wonderful job, didn’t he?”

  “You’ll have him running for election next thing,” I laughed. “If they do such things on Kalquor.”

  “They do. He has told me all about it. Kalquorians sound every bit as underhanded when it comes to politics as we were.” Matt laughed heartily at that.

  I laughed too, but more at the mental image I suddenly had of Nang and Matt going fishing together or tailgating at a football game. The uncompromising military man and the schmoozing politico enjoying a round of golf, maybe? Who would have thunk?

  Finally everyone drifted off, heading back to their dorms under Nobek guard since it was after curfew. Nang approached me, a self-satisfied grin beaming from his handsome face.

  “May I walk you to your quarters, Shalia?” he asked. “You’re staying with your friend Candy, correct?”

  “Actually, I’m in Dusa’s old dorm. Weln and I are consoling each other by staying together.”

  That turned down the wattage in Nang’s smile, making it tight and unnatural. “I see.”

  I sighed. “Walk with me, you overbearing pain in the ass. I’ve missed talking to you.”

  I had. When Nang isn’t being a jerk, I like him a lot. His real smile returned and he took my arm.

  We walked the Academy’s path like old friends. The air was chilled, but I’d had the sense to wear a jacket. Plus Nang put out a lot of toasty body heat that radiated through his formsuit.

  “You’re not cold?” I asked.

  “I love this kind of weather,” he told me. “It’s the perfect temperature for me. How is Eve doing, Shalia?”

  “She’s getting stronger all the time,” I was glad to report. “She regains more and more of the use of her arm and leg every day. The therapists really know what they’re doing. She actually stood for a couple of minutes this afternoon.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. How are you?”

  I shrugged. Nang wouldn’t want to hear about how much I missed Dusa and Esak. “I’m myself. Healthy and mean as ever.”

  Nang laughed. “You aren’t mean, my lovely girl. I’ve wanted to see you so much these last few weeks, but with everything going on, there simply hasn’t been time.”

  “Not much reason, either,” I reminded him. “Especially now that you’ve done your presentation.”

  He shrugged. “Who says I need a reason? I just like talking to you, seeing you…”<
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  “Trying to seduce me,” I added.

  He grinned, completely unrepentant of his past sins. “Can you blame me? You are a fascinating, arousing woman, and I simply can’t get you out of my mind.”

  I shook my head at him. “Flatterer. You are such a scoundrel, Nang.”

  “Admit it. You don’t want me to be any other way.”

  I laughed. No, I guess I don’t. As much of a rogue as he is, Nang wouldn’t be nearly as interesting without that constant sense of mischief.

  He was a perfect gentleman last night though, leaving me at the dorm room I share with Weln with a polite goodnight and bow. “Visit me when you wish, Shalia,” he said. “I very much want to see you.”