Shalia's Diary #7

by Tracy St. John

  “Amazing,” I purred. “Thank you.”

  Slight movement to one side reminded us we were not alone. We turned our head to find Oses laying on the bed with us a couple of feet away. He reclined on his side, head propped in his palm, a slight smile easing his rough features.

  “How was the show?” Betra laughed.

  “Exciting,” the Nobek growled. “I enjoyed it very much.”

  The man’s cocks were swollen and curling back towards his stomach. Yeah, he’d enjoyed it all right.

  “Water? Protein drink before I set him loose on you?” Betra asked me.

  “Yes to all of the above,” I grinned. After my conversation with Candy, I’d wanted extra time to enjoy my lovers. I was intent on making every second count while I could.

  After taking a little time for my body to re-energize, I was raring to go once more. I licked my lips in anticipation as I waited to see what Betra would have me do for Oses.

  “Lie back on the bed,” my liaison encouraged the Nobek. “I’ll have her do things you’ll enjoy.”

  Oses did so, though he gave Betra a suspicious look. “I’ve come to know how devious you are,” he said as he settled in a prone position. “Watch yourself, my Imdiko.”

  Betra grinned. “Devious, maybe. But I promise this will make you happy. Shalia, kneel over his face. He’s been very patient and earned a taste of both of us.”

  Oses’ eyes widened and real delight appeared on his expression. Since Betra had just come inside me, he would indeed get a taste of his would-be clanmate along with me. I had to hand it to our heterosexual friend; he was getting good at finding work-arounds when it came to sharing himself with Oses.

  I crawled up the bed, more than happy to straddle Oses’ face. I made sure I didn’t kneel on his coarse hair, brushing it to his corded neck and shoulders.

  “That’s it. Lower yourself so he can get in deep,” Betra ordered.

  I squatted until the Nobek’s wet lips brushed my swollen pussy. With a happy sound, Oses dove in.

  His rough tongue swept over the soft trembling petals, sending tingles up my spine. I braced myself, hands flat on the sleeping mat as he licked me over and over. Ticklish trills danced over my folds with every brush of his broad, warm tongue. Only when he’d thoroughly lapped all traces of love from the outside did he dip inside.

  Oses began with gentle questing flicks. Apparently he found something he liked because he wrapped his arms around my thighs to make me grind down on him. His tongue drove in deep, plundering my softness. That man’s tongue should be designated a lethal weapon. I moaned to feel him devouring me, demanding every drop of my and Betra’s combined bliss.

  His tongue withdrew, letting him seal his lips against me. He sucked hard, as if he could draw out more that way. It was an exhilarating sensation. Then he did the same thing to my clit, his talented tongue whipping back and forth across the avid tip. I squalled as a knot of pleasure formed there.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh!”

  It was so intense I tried to move away. Oses held me in place, making me take the near-painful jolts of building ecstasy. My arms gave way, dumping me face-first onto the bed. I pounded the mat with frantic fists, yelling into the rumpled cover. My guts gathered themselves for a final heave into orgasm.

  Before I could realize shattering resolution, Oses pushed me aside, sending me rolling away. I gasped loudly as I lay staring at him, not quite believing he’d denied me. He regarded me with amusement as he licked wetness from his lips.

  “You—” I started to say.

  “Slave,” Betra barked. “Whose pussy is that to reward or deny?”

  My jaw snapped shut, making my teeth click together. I swallowed the sulkiness from my tone before I replied, “This pussy belongs to my masters.”

  “That’s right, pet,” Oses grinned. “Thank your Imdiko master for saving you from saying anything that would keep you from getting any more orgasms for a week.”

  He wouldn’t dare. Oh hell, yes he would. I adjusted my attitude in a hurry.

  “Thank you, Master,” I said, lowering my gaze. “I am grateful that you reminded me of my duty.”

  “You are welcome. Now show that gratitude by getting on top of our Nobek. Face his feet so he can watch your ass take his primary cock.”

  “Mmm,” rumbled Oses. “And here I was about to refuse having her on top.”

  “I told you that you’d enjoy what I’d have her do. Besides, when have you ever regretted letting me have control?”

  “You have a point. I bow to your wisdom, my friend.”

  While they exchanged pleasantries, I crept to Oses’ eager groin to perform my duty as ordered. And what a wonderful task riding the Nobek would be.

  As soon as I was in position, masculine steel nudging at my tightest entrance, Betra said, “Slowly. Carefully. He wants to feel every bit of penetration.”

  I thought I heard Oses’ breath catch. I reached beneath me to help guide him in. His flesh was branding-hot in my hand, smooth and slick and throbbing. I descended, letting the tip of his cock tease my still-relaxed ass open. After Betra’s wild ride, I was primed for it.

  Just as the larger cock had delved far enough in that it no longer needed my hand to keep it in place, the smaller nudged my clit. I adjusted it, my eyelids fluttering with pleasure as my pussy swallowed its tapered end. I eased down onto Oses, delighting in the feeling of him filling me up. The doubled girth made his advancing lengths rub up against all the right places. I shuddered with enjoyment and groaned a welcome.

  “Lick his juices from your hand,” Betra said.

  I did so, exulting in the Nobek’s flavor once again. As I cleaned my fingers and palm, I continued to sink down, slowly enveloping my lover. I took my time, prolonging Oses’ anticipation and pleasure. His low groans told me how much he appreciated the gesture. I appreciated pretty well myself as I got to feel every inch forging into me, making us one.

  At last we were utterly joined. I sat on Oses, feeling him so incredibly deep inside me. I flexed inner muscles just to feel him jerk in response. I got a swat on my ass for it. I ducked my head down to hide a grin from Betra.

  The Imdiko sounded amused. “Fuck him, Shalia. Nice and slow.”

  I braced my hands against Oses’ thick, scarred thighs. I did as I was told, raising my hips to feel Oses slide deliciously through my sheaths. The moment he was in danger of slipping out I sank back down, enveloping him once more. Oh, the friction of all that thickness against my G-spot! Even at that deliberate pace it made my guts ripple with excitement. I bit my lip and kept going.

  Oses’ roughened fingers settled on either side of my ass crack. He spread my cheeks apart to better watch me take him over and over. His groan vibrated the air. “Fuck,” came his hoarse whisper.

  “A little faster now,” Betra urged. “Steady pace.”

  Oh yes. I fucked the Nobek, directed by the other man’s whims. The length of his smaller cock rubbed continuously against the sweetest spot at the front of my female sheath. I felt as if my insides were melting from it. Tremors made my arms shake, but I kept pumping my hips over Oses, making him gasp louder with each breath.

  “Just a little faster. Fuck him. Fuck him, Shalia.”

  I pistoned up and down, my breasts shuddering as I added force to the taking. Curls of bliss rose through my core. Oses moved beneath me, his hips rising to greet my downward plunges. We met with loud smacks, the force sending echoes of exhilaration running up my spine.

  “Faster. Fuck him hard, Shalia. Make him come for us.”

  I bounced atop Oses, moving as quickly and forcefully as I could. In contrast, I felt climax shatter through my gut in slow motion. The initial impact started way down somewhere below and behind my navel. Then it bloomed outward, an explosive detonation spraying throughout my lower body. Like a chain reaction it rippled further, sending swells of warm delight into my chest, my throat, my skull. Then came the aftershock, a second blast almost as big as the first.

 
More tremors came. Oses erupted in their midst, his roar of completion eclipsing my thinner cries. Through it all I continued to ride him, eliciting continuing bursts of pleasure from both of us.

  At last the heaving cataclysms slowed, receding into gentler undulations. I slowed with them, riding the quieting tide as we sighed our joy.

  Oses paid me the big compliment. He lay on my bed, his arms flung out to the sides, glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling. “Let me die now. I want no more from this life,” he announced.

  “So happy to have been of service,” I giggled.

  August 25

  In the company of Katrina and Candy, I emerged from Resan’s training room ready to punch someone. Okay, ready to punch Resan. No particular basis for my ire except he gets under my skin. All I have to do is see that bastard’s sneer and I want to commit crimes against him. Crimes that leave him in big, bloody chunks.

  I hate that man.

  Katrina winked at me as she went in the direction of the ship’s officers’ wing where she’s setting up housekeeping with her clan. “Just remember, he’ll be dead someday.”

  “Unfortunately I probably won’t be around to enjoy it,” I groused, but I gave her a smile anyway. Training was done for the day. I wouldn’t have to look at him again until tomorrow, and I had plans with Oses and Betra tonight. Live for the moment, that’s my motto.

  Candy grinned at me. “You have to give him some credit, Shalia. Check this out.” She flexed her arm, showing off a toned upper arm. Impressive.

  “All I’m giving him is a swift kick up the ass,” I said, my voice light. “But you are getting some amazing results. Looking good, woman.”

  “You too. Resan’s an asshole, but it’s paying off.”

  As we rounded the corner on our way to our quarters, we nearly walked into Oses. He instantly went into an attack stance. Without hesitation, Candy and I crouched with our bodies bladed and fists up. I didn’t even have to think about it.

  Oses straightened with an approving nod. “Excellent. Done with today’s training?”

  We nodded. “Blades tomorrow,” I told him.

  “How’s that offensive reach issue going? Did you hear from Nobek Larten yet?”

  “No. I’m hoping to get a message today.”

  Candy gave a little wave to excuse herself. “I’ve got to hit the shower before Ama and Mihi get here. See you two later.”

  Oses gave her a quick short bow as she moved along. He gave his attention to me. I stilled to see a frown cross his face.

  “Did I give you that during practice today?” He grabbed my arm to puzzle over a big bruise darkening my wrist. “Or maybe during yesterday’s more exciting activities?”

  I snickered at the gleam in his eye. “No and no. The only marks you left were on my butt, and they faded already. This one came from Dramok Ass-of-the-Universe. He didn’t like how I held the grav-bell. Apparently my form left a lot to be desired.”

  I swear my heart stopped beating for an instant at the deadly look on Oses’ face. In a voice that would freeze Satan’s pecker off, he growled, “Resan did this?”

  Man, was I going to have to defend the man I despised above all others? The temptation to let Oses slaughter Resan was almost too much to resist. Then again, I didn’t want Oses in trouble over that waste of skin.

  “It was an accident. He said he didn’t intend to grab me that hard, and I believe him.” I snorted and then grinned. “I think he almost apologized. That got him flustered. Before he could stop himself, Resan told me he’d momentarily forgotten that I wasn’t just another stupid, ugly Nobek he was forced to train.”

  Oses relaxed. His justification to pound Resan to a pulp was gone. He knew I’d love to find any reason not to defend my antagonist.

  A smile quirked a corner of his lips. “He forgot you weren’t a Nobek? That’s a hell of a compliment.”

  I laughed. “No kidding. I thought he’d choke when he realized what he’d said. An apology would have been less embarrassing.” I shrugged the matter off. “My hand-to-hand training with you has resulted in a few marks of honor too. Do you see me crying over them?”

  Oses measured me with his gaze. I warmed to see pride shining in his eyes. “You have come a long way in a short time, Shalia. But I might still warn Resan that if he leaves another bruise on you, I’ll leave several on him.”

  Hmm, my form might suffer a lot tomorrow. I feel clumsiness coming on.

  I went to Betra’s office to fetch Anrel. There was a crowd of giggling, cooing women gathered at his door. They let me through, laughing when I asked, “What’s going on?”

  I found out quick enough. Betra lay on the office floor, holding Anrel up in the air and swooping her down so he could kiss her nose. Every time he made her ‘dive’, she erupted in a stream of bubbly giggles and squeals that was too precious for a mortal to withstand. Oh my gosh, I love to hear her laugh.

  Betra grinned up at me as I laughed too. “Darn, your mom is back. I guess that means I have to go back to work.”

  The other women booed me. I heard calls of, “Go away, Shalia,” and “Party pooper”.

  “Sheesh, feeling the love,” I said, pretending hurt. “Excuse me for wanting time with my kid.”

  That got good-natured laughter. Betra gave me an appealing look. “Wouldn’t you like to take a few minutes for a shower? Anrel’s wide awake and I’m sure she won’t settle down for quite some time.”

  “And you’ll keep playing with her and ditching duty out of the goodness of your heart,” I snorted, but I hoped Betra was serious. After training with both Oses and Shithead that morning, I was pretty ripe.

  “We have to make our sacrifices,” Betra said with exaggerated bravery. He made Anrel swoop in the air again, setting off too-adorable laughter once more.

  “Bring her to me in twenty minutes,” I told him.

  “Or thirty. Maybe an hour.” He earned cheers from the doting women who couldn’t get enough of Anrel’s cuteness. I wanted to stick around and watch Betra play with her too, but when else would I get a chance to shower in peace?

  I shook my head as I walked off. “Jeez, Betra. Does the fleet know how little work they pay for?”

  It was just as well I had a little extra time to myself. I discovered Larten had left me a message when I got to my quarters.

  The dark, dangerous face of the Nobek wore a grumpy expression when I played his video. “Matara Shalia, I received your message regarding your difficulties with blade training. I agree it would be difficult for you to make a frontal attack on a much larger enemy. Therefore, I insist you grow longer arms.”

  He winked, and a slow smile spread across his handsome visage. “Goofball,” I said to the recording with affection. “I’d like to give you a frontal attack.”

  He showed me a couple of variations on how to duck down low and lunge at an imaginary foe with a knife. The first time I watched him, I was too mesmerized by his graceful, fluid motions to take note of what I was supposed to do. Plus he wore the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen on a man. Oh my gosh. The way his muscles rippled on that dark body made me cross-eyed. The agile elegance of his attack looked more like ballet than combat. Larten was heart-stopping gorgeous as he instructed me.

  The vid ended and I shook myself free of the spell. “Whoa,” I croaked. “Better than porn.”

  I got my knife and replayed the message. Somehow I made myself listen to his instructions this time. I tried the moves he demonstrated, though I was considerably clumsier. “How do you move like that?” I asked the lethal man who couldn’t hear me. “Jeez, talk about limber. I’m going to have to stretch an extra hour a day.”

  I kept at it despite my obvious shortcomings and slowly got a little better. Then I realized I still needed to get my shower while I didn’t have a baby to mind. I sent a copy of the training to Nobek Idow for our practice tomorrow and quickly cleaned up.

  I’d just gotten dressed when Betra showed up with Anrel. She gurgled to see me. “Thanks, Bet
ra,” I said.

  He grinned and gave us both pecks on the cheeks. “My pleasure. Is Tep’s clan still keeping her tonight?”

  “Last I heard.”

  “Great. See you then if not before.”

  I was ready for a little mommy-daughter time, but Betra had tired Anrel out with the playing. She was asleep less than five minutes after he left. Darn him.

  Betra is not the only Anrel hog around here. Tep came straight from his shift to claim her for babysitting tonight.

  “For heaven’s sake Doc, I told you an hour from now,” I said when I answered the door.