Shalia's Diary #7

by Tracy St. John

  “Oses—”

  “Quiet, woman.” His slap on my ass made me obey. The pulsing warmth had me wet in an instant.

  “Dominating lug,” I said, as he set me on my feet in the restroom.

  “I hope that’s not a complaint. If it is, it’s the first of many to come,” Oses said.

  His burning eyes raking me had me trembling and my panties soaked. Panties that weren’t on me for very long. They went in the flurry of the Nobek’s forceful stripping. I was left gasping as he pulled and yanked clothing from my body, his motions that of a man who would not take no for an answer.

  As if I would say such an awful word.

  When he had me naked Oses grabbed me by the back of my neck, propelling me towards the shower. “Water on, normal temperature,” he commanded the system, which was always left set at my preferred level. About hot enough to roast a chicken, in other words. I know it’s no good for my skin, but I love a really hot shower.

  Near scalding water streamed over me, instantly pulling all tension from my muscles. “Stay right there,” Oses growled as he stepped back to pull off his uniform.

  Seconds later he stepped into the shower with me, water streaming his black hair so it looked like ink running down his shoulders and chest. Then he was on me, kissing and groping all over, his cocks thick brands against my stomach.

  I was lost, overwhelmed by his angry passion, surrendering to the brute’s strength. I had no defense and wanted none against his mauling. I mewled into his biting kiss, my arms encircling his neck as much to hold my trembling body up as to welcome.

  That vicious, exciting mouth trailed down, following rivulets of water to my breasts. His rough tongue wound a circle around one nipple, sending an explosion of sensation through my chest. My breath caught in a high-pitched inhalation. My shoulders jerked back, lifting and offering even more flesh for him to devour. He took the invitation. I felt the sharp double sting of his fangs sinking into the soft mound. My arousal soared, sending wetness as hot as the shower’s spray coursing down my inner thighs.

  As Oses bit me, sending delicious intoxication through my veins, his thick-knuckled fingers found my soaked pussy. They slid through the folds, searching for entrance. My fists slammed helplessly against his shoulders as he plunged two inside my pussy and another two in my ass, taking me suddenly and with unstoppable demand. Rapture surged at the invasion, buckling my knees. Oses held me up even as he sapped every last bit of strength from my body.

  He fucked me hard and fast with his fingers. I was already yelling, every cell alight with brightness, my body overwhelmed with arousal. The venom alone would have rendered me incapable of resistance to climax. Oses’ uncompromising taking made it happen that much faster.

  With one brush of his thumb over my straining clit, I detonated. Rapturous chaos, beautiful and complete, claimed my very being. There was no part of me not involved in the heaving bliss that tossed me to and fro, drawing every mote of explosive pleasure from my body.

  When it was done, I sagged in Oses’ arms. My fingers and toes tingled. My limbs were loose, as if everything from the neck down had been replaced by a rag doll’s body.

  The Nobek let me slide gently to the floor of the shower, my back propped against its wall. I splayed at his feet, helpless as he loomed over me. He looked like a dark god of storms with the spray pelting down on us, his expression thunderous with lust, eyes sparking purple lightning. Despite being so thoroughly depleted seconds before, new desire surged to be stared at like that. I could tell he was far from done with me. I welcomed the coming fury even if it destroyed me.

  “Stay there,” he snarled. He turned and went to his uniform.

  Envisioning all my storm god could do to me as I sat already battered by his might, I sprawled motionless, eager for what might come. Oses came back and bent over me, taking my limp wrists in turn. He put hover cuffs on them. Then he lifted me by the waist, picking me up and pinning me between his body and the wall.

  “Hover cuffs, Y-formation, up against the wall,” he said, his voice more growl than speech.

  My arms stretched in the position he’d commanded. I made no protest, the intoxicant making me delight in being the Nobek’s prisoner. Desire was like a spear through my belly. My breathless voice was already chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes...”

  Oses caught up my legs, draping them over his arms so that I was opened to him. He stepped close, his slick, ready cocks homing in on their intended sheaths. I looked down to see our sexes as they drew close. Oses’ two impossibly thick rams jerked with excitement as if sensing their nearby prey. My pussy was puffy, swollen with the pleasure it had already enjoyed and anticipation of more pleasure to come. Our mingled scents of want filled the air: the spicy, sharp aroma of Kalquorian male and my own salty musk.

  Oses pushed up on my legs, tilting me for the taking. His primary cock nudged my pussy, sending shivery pleasure up my spine. I watched him enter me, parting my pussy with that livid, purplish-brown cock. Claiming trembling, vulnerable flesh with flesh made of steel. Demanding entrance.

  Then the second invasion, every bit as insistent as the first. Opening me. And my voice rising as desire blazed higher than ever. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  Oses grabbed my hips and thrust, impaling me on his twin shafts. A glorious blast of pain and pleasure traveled straight from my pussy and ass up into my skull. I screamed with exaltation, carried right to the cusp of orgasm. I found the strength to writhe as climax threatened me with sweet annihilation.

  Oses shoved hard against me, as if he would bury every last inch of himself within. His snarls were continuous now, a low rumbling counterpoint to my delighted wails. My sleeves convulsed around his cocks, as if to help draw him deeper.

  Oses drew slowly out, making me feel every pulsing vein of his flesh as it withdrew, making the friction linger against my sensitized interior, drawing out the excruciating thrill. Then he slammed back into me, carrying me right up to the verge once more. He fucked me hard and fast, his groin pounding against me, tossing me higher and higher until I rocketed into bliss again.

  As orgasm wrung me like a dishrag, he kept up the insane pace. I tumbled from climax to climax, peaking with almost every shrieking breath. After each one, Oses shouted, “Again!” And I obliged him every time, a well-trained circus performer following the ringmaster’s dictates.

  At last Oses’ frenzy drove him overboard as well. His head fell back to let the shower splatter against his wide-eyed face, his jaw stretching long as he unleashed a shattering howl. His whole body clenched, the veins popping out over livid muscles. Then came the enthralling sensation of his cocks jolting inside me, the larger one jetting hot seed deep within.

  The big Nobek was wobbly on his feet as he soaped my limp body, still pinned up by the hover cuffs. He washed me carefully all over, drowsily kissing and licking the parts he cleansed and rinsed. I dozed in and out, relaxed enough to plunge into a deep sleep but enjoying the attention too much to allow it. It wasn’t until after he’d dried me off and tucked me naked into my bed with a last lingering kiss that I let happy exhaustion claim me.

  August 6, early

  We went through our last wormhole on this trip. About a dozen Tragoom ships showed up to feel out our defenses. The destroyers accompanying the transport and the ones waiting for us on the other side of the vortex soon sent them packing. Hardly any fire was exchanged.

  Still, it served as a reminder just how dangerous the universe is. Tragooms, Ofetuchans, rogue Bi’isil weapons, Nang ... I thought about the matter long and hard as I sat and held Anrel today. Looking into her sweet cherub’s face and having her gaze back with such trust in me brought the issue into focus as it never has been before.

  I thought about it more as that brute Resan put me through my paces. I felt more than just a little pathetic doing arm strengthening exercises with paltry two-pound weights and getting tired from them. I kept thinking I can’t be so weak and dependent on others.

  I have to
get stronger. I have to. Even when we reach Kalquor in a few weeks, I have to be ready in case Nang makes it there.

  I’m not the only one feeling stressed. Katrina heard back from her kids, and she is reeling.

  Actually, she heard back from her daughter Hope. Katrina played the message for me and Candy so we could hear the news for ourselves.

  Hope admitted some shock over her mother’s choice to go to Kalquor and even more that Katrina was serious about a clan. “Three men, Mom? That’s crazy, even for you.” The younger version of our friend shook her brunette head, her brow wrinkled in consternation. “I mean ... that’s really a bit much to put my head around.” Hope sighed. “But it’s your life. You have to live with your decisions, and if you’re happy with this Clan Wotref, well...”

  She struggled for a few moments as she tried to understand. I could see how much Hope loved her mother, even when she didn’t agree with her.

  At last she said, “Look Mom, I just want you to be happy. After all that’s happened, I don’t begrudge anyone reaching for whatever joy they can find. It might be hard for me to swallow, but you’re no dummy. Most importantly, I’m not going to reject the mother I thought had to be dead. I got you back, and I’m not letting you go. Not over something like this.”

  Her smile made me and Candy cheer a little. However, Katrina just stared at her hands, clenching and unclenching on her lap.

  Hope’s smile faded with ours. “Matthew is not so forgiving, however. I suppose you realized that might happen. He’s very upset about this.” She blew out an angry breath. “I wish he had the balls to tell you himself, but he’s chosen to hide behind arrogant faith instead.”

  I blinked to hear how much Hope sounded like Katrina with that statement. She’d gotten the full measure of her mother, all right.

  “He said to tell you that when you beg God’s forgiveness and admit to your sins, he’ll consider welcoming you back into his and his children’s lives. Until then, you and your – partners in sin, as he put it – are not to seek any contact with his family.” Hope rolled her eyes. “He’s been more than pleased to accept help from the Kalquorians himself since we were rescued. He’s even talked about trying his luck on the colony they’re establishing on one of their worlds. Haven Colony offers a lot of support to get started. Matthew thinks as long as he can keep his family separate from the Kalquorians who will help administer the colony, it will be the perfect opportunity. As far as I’m concerned, he can choke on his hypocrisy.”

  Hope’s anger spent itself. She offered a bitter smile. “Sorry the news isn’t all good, Mom. But you know I love you. You and your boyfriends are welcome in my home. The kids can’t wait to see their Grammy.” She gave a conspiratorial wink. “You know even if he is a tight ass that Matthew still loves you. He’ll come around, especially since his kids are begging for Grammy too.”

  Katrina turned off the message at that point. “That’s about it as far as that shit is concerned. At least Hope is willing to give my chosen life a chance.”

  “What’s her husband say?” I ventured.

  “Tom?” Katrina snorted a burst of laughter as she wiped the tears leaking down her cheeks. “Hope is like me. She runs all over a man who won’t put the brakes on her. Tom is a good man, but weak. Hope wears the pants in the family. If she told him to throw a parade in honor of me going to Kalquor and carrying on with twenty clans, he would.”

  “She just became my hero,” Candy said with exaggerated adoration. “You taught her well, sensei.”

  That got Katrina laughing for real, at least for a few seconds. Then she burst into tears. “My son. My grandbabies,” she bawled. “What if I lose them forever?”

  It was not the time to offer platitudes or even valid arguments that rejecting Katrina was Matthew’s loss and mistake. When someone hurts like that, the only thing to do is hug them and let them cry on your shoulder until they can’t anymore.

  Along with praying that the situation will resolve to the happiness of all.

  August 6, later

  With the final jump bringing us so close to Kalquor’s system, there is only a two-day delay in communications. I heard return messages from both Clan Aslada and Seot today.

  Meyso was adamant that I owed him nothing for having the Soln hive contact Tep. “I’m grateful they were able to help Anrel when she needed it. Knowing she’s doing so well is all the reward I could ask for.”

  Aslada and Jaon were also glad to know Anrel was doing great. They were also concerned about Nang.

  “He will not come anywhere near you and your daughter,” Jaon said, his heavy brow beetling. “If he dares to try, I will destroy him.”

  “With my government connections, I will see to it you are well protected even when Jaon isn’t around,” Aslada added, his brooding good looks dark with intent. “You have nothing to fear from that maniac.”

  Clan Seot was no less adamant about keeping me safe. “I thank you for having the trackers put on you and Anrel,” Seot said. “It is a relief to know we have that safeguard in place.”

  “I’ll do all in my power to see that you’re safe, Shalia,” Larten said. His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the current of danger running through his body. He fairly thrummed with it. “Meanwhile, I have recorded your first few lessons with the blade and sent those in a separate message. The first couple are simple stances that will familiarize you with the weapon. You can do those on your own. You will need someone to work with you after that, however. That weapons commander friend of yours might be able to help.”

  For some reason, that gave me a huge lift. At last I could do something to truly make myself stronger. This was something concrete, something within my control. I already felt powerful just contemplating it.

  I need to hold onto this feeling. I need to make this happen for real. This and more.

  I was so excited that as soon as I listened to my messages, I commed Oses’ office.

  “Can I come talk to you? If not, when is a good time?” I blurted.

  “Is everything all right?” He sounded as intense as Larten at the tone of my voice.

  “Everything is great. I need to ask for a couple of favors.”

  “Come then. I just got off the bridge and will be here filling out reports on the Tragoom attempt.”

  He sounded grumpy. Oses hates administrative stuff that comes with his rank as weapons commander. I was doing him a favor by interrupting his day.

  I hurried to his office. As I went, I reflected on how it hadn’t been so long ago that walking there had been a big deal. Now it was no problem. It felt like a good omen.

  I reached Oses’ office, almost as bouncy in my enthusiasm as Candy tends to be.

  “It’s good to see you in such a happy mood,” Oses said. “Especially considering our little scrape with the Tragooms today. Did therapy go well?”

  I blew a raspberry. If I could just get through Dramok Resan’s physical therapy, that would be huge. Not to mention a relief to leave that drill sergeant of a therapist behind. He constantly accuses me of not trying hard enough. In return, I accuse him of being a jerk who is determined to finish off what the It started by killing me. We were almost yelling at each other this afternoon. I think it’s safe to say we will not be exchanging Christmas cards this year.

  “Resan is an overbearing ass. Someone should tell him there is a big difference between getting fighting Kalquorians up to speed and putting poisoned Earther girls back on their feet.”

  Oses chuckled. “Let me know if I need to put him through a wall. Sit down. Tell me what’s on your mind, pet.”

  As I settled in the chair, he came around to sit on the edge of his desk in front of me. I grinned up at him. Even thoughts of Resan couldn’t dim my excitement for my new project.

  “I just got a message from Nobek Larten. He’s recorded a beginner’s program for blade fighting. I need help with it though.”

  Oses nodded. “I’ll be glad to work with you on that. Send me a copy a
nd I’ll schedule time for us to train.”

  “Great. There’s more though.” I fairly wriggled with hopes for my new plan.

  “Go on.”

  “I want to train in more than just fighting with knives. I want the whole shebang. I want to learn to fight like a Nobek. Isn’t hand-to-hand your specialty?”

  Oses looked at me. He blinked a couple of times. “You want to learn to fight?”

  I nodded, not dropping my gaze for a moment in case he might think I was unsure. “Full on. Not just self-defense, but the whole thing. I’ve already got blaster training. You and Larten both think knives are a good thing too. Why not out-and-out combat?”

  Oses was still staring at me, his expression unreadable. I could almost see the gears churning in the big guy’s head as he puzzled over my request.

  Finally he asked, “Where is this coming from, Shalia?”