SHALIA’S DIARY
Book 4
A Clans of Kalquor Story
By
Tracy St. John
© copyright July 2014, Tracy St. John
Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill, © copyright September 2014
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s
imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or
events is merely coincidence.
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Shalia’s Diary is an ongoing serial story. This is Book 4 of that tale, picking up where Book 3 left off. It is highly advised that you read Books 1, 2, and 3 in their entirety before reading this third part.
February 4
We’re back to normal here on the Pussy ‘Porter, as Katrina likes to call our transport. There have been no signs of Tragooms, renegade Earthers, or anything dangerous since our battle when we emerged from the portal. It’s nice to be zooming along through space without fighting brutes off.
I even got to play with Oses yesterday ... if you can term it that. A six-and-a-half-foot Nobek’s idea of ‘play’ bears little resemblance to anything I’d call it. That man wore me out in more ways than one. I’m not complaining, mind you. Oses is amazing as a dominant lover. He knows just how to handle me, even when I’m less than obedient. Especially when I’m not obedient.
After breakfast, I prepared myself carefully. I knew I would be spending the next few hours with the weapons commander. I showered and shaved, making sure my pussy in particular was bare and smooth, just the way Oses said he wanted it. Just a tiny touch of perfume followed ... that sensitive Kalquorian nose can’t stand a lot of fragrance, other than what I produce naturally. Only small dots of my favorite scent went on my wrists and behind my ears and knees.
I carefully applied makeup. I went heavier than usual with the mascara, almost to the point of clotting my eyelashes with the stuff. Like Betra, Oses has a thing for smeared makeup. I was generous with the lipstick too, since it would make me look more used when it became smudged. I made sure the rest of my face was nearly bare, however. I didn’t want to look too much like a clown.
I threw on a simple shift dress, since I would be taking it right back off once the door to Oses’ quarters closed behind me. Slippers that were easy to kick off. No panties or bra. I was to be naked at all times when I gave myself over to him, so traveling light was my mantra.
I was ready with five minutes to spare before I was to present myself at his door. With only one previous rendezvous in our history, I already knew Oses was an exacting disciplinarian. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to discover what he would call punishment.
I hurried through the corridors, barely pausing to wave to the other women and Kalquorians I knew. My anxiety level was high, as was the anticipation. My pussy had already moistened at the thought of what Oses might require of me during our tryst.
I soon found myself at the Nobek’s door, and I triggered the announce. “It’s Shalia,” I said.
The door slid open and I entered the lair of Weapons Commander Nobek Oses.
The big, bad Kalquorian sat at his desk in his cramped quarters, looking at something on the vid hovering over his computer. He didn’t look at me. His gaze riveted on what appeared to be a news report from his home planet.
I immediately took my dress and shoes off, neatly stowing them away on shelves attached to the wall. I dropped down to my hands and knees and crawled the small distance from there to Oses’ feet, where I knelt. I laced my fingers behind my neck, cast my eyes down, and opened my legs wide.
Long seconds ticked by as my Nobek lover continued to peruse the vid. At first glance, one might have surmised Oses ignored me, taking for granted that he had a naked gal at his feet. I didn’t believe it for a second. He was testing me, as he had told me he would. I had no doubt he was completely aware of my every breath and any slight shift I might have made. Nor did I believe that if I was to offer myself to Oses every day for the next century would he take my presence for granted. He simply isn’t that kind of man.
It might have been five minutes after I’d gone to him that I felt his fingertips stroke through my hair. His gravel rumble of a voice shivered me to the core. “Well done, pet.”
I let a small smile of delight touch my lips. I’d pleased him.
Doing so should have been easy, and on the surface it is. I do what I’m told and nothing else. I don’t have to worry about coming up with some service to perform to make Oses happy. I don’t have to concern myself with witty banter when we play. I simply listen and obey. If I have a problem with whatever the Nobek requires of me, I call a halt to our play. If it comes to that, we will discuss what is bothering me and see how we can fix the issue. We are in the early stages of building trust and exploring whether our needs are served by the other.
My part sounds easy. It isn’t. I’d been used and abused by men back on Earth to the point where trust doesn’t come naturally. Then I’d fallen in love with a Kalquorian clan that I couldn’t stay with, which broke my heart. I’m supposed to choose a full clan to spend my life with when I get to Kalquor, a group of three men who will assume the fatherhood of my unborn child.
Adding to my issues, I know I can’t stay with Oses long-term because he is an unclanned Nobek. Our union is not set in stone. Hell, it’s barely written in the sand. So to give him my complete trust and obedience is not an easy thing. Fortunately, he realizes this and has been careful with me thus far.
It helps that he has such a banging hot body. I was greatly aware of him as I knelt and waited. The calloused fingertips dragging soft trails through my hair kept me on the edge of shivering. He wore only a kind of wrap, almost like a kilt, that sat low on his hips and ended short of his knees. My gaze traced the veined and corded calves and thighs next to me. Oses bulged muscle all over, which was not my usual preference when it came to masculine forms. Yet his look suited his personality, which was big and bad in all ways. His abdomen was carved with bumps and his massive chest looked like it was the size of a football field. Peeking sideways through my hair, which had fallen forward and hid the fact I didn’t keep my gaze down as I was supposed to, I could see his arm as he tapped on his computer. It was as big as a young but well-established tree, the bicep a swollen mass of unadulterated power. Oses could snap someone’s neck without half trying.
Adding to the unspoken threat that the man embodied were scars that turned his flesh into a roadmap of fights long ago and not so distant. Nobeks refer to such scars as ‘marks of honor’, and they are proud of them. To me they seem proof of pain and horror, but Nobeks love those they earn in battle. Oses is no exception, and at over 150 years old, he has collected quite a few. Somehow they add rather than detract to his appeal for me. Maybe it’s because he’s such a force of nature. It seems right he should be marked with raised slashes of red and dimpled lines of white. I can’t imagine him without his scars. They speak better of his past than stories could.
He shifted, and I quickly lowered my gaze to the floor between my splayed legs. I felt his full attention move to me, and tension sang in my body. It is scary to put my entire self in his not-always-so-gentle hands ... and exciting.
“Good morning, pet.” The growly voice descend
ing to my ears made me think of a god who could easily rain blessings or cast down wrath depending on his mood.
“Good morning, Master,” I answered, still staring at the floor.
“Look up at me and tell me what your doctor said when you saw him yesterday.”
My gaze climbed that magnificent body, enjoying every inch. I swear, if my eyes could have crawled out of my head and wallowed over Oses, they would have. Maybe I hadn’t been into muscle-bound bruisers before him, but I was certainly enjoying the appeal now. Damn.
When I finally got all the way up to his face, I felt some relief to see a slight smile sitting on his lips. Oses may not be precisely handsome, but he is a riveting person to look at. The strength of his features match those of his body, but nothing above the neck is marred by scars. With that strong brow, chiseled jaw, and prominent cheekbones, his is a face you’d never forget. While not pretty like Betra, I find Oses’ features very much to my liking.
I reported to him, “Dr. Tep says that I may continue with sex as normal right now, probably for at least another four weeks. Later I will have to be more careful, and not just because of the baby. My tendons and ligaments will stretch as I get closer to my due date.” I shook my head a little. “Except for the occasional bout of morning sickness, I would never know I’m pregnant. I don’t feel any different.”
Oses stroked my hair some more. “You’re starting to lose some of that scent too. It’s not as pronounced as it was when I first met you.”
I had to tease. “Am I less appealing then?”
He chuckled. “You couldn’t be less appealing if your life depended on it, little girl. Are you ready to play?”
My heart’s pace picked up. “Oh, most definitely.”
“What do you think of being blindfolded?”
It had been done to me before, and I knew it for the anxiety-provoking fun it was. “I enjoy being blindfolded, Master.”
Oses’ eyes darkened. “Do you now? What do you like about it?”
“It heightens my other senses. I feel what’s happening more profoundly,” I said.
“What about not knowing what’s coming next? Does it bother you to not be able to see what I’m going to do to you?”
The way he said it made me shudder. “I do get nervous about that,” I admitted.
“Nervous is good. I like you being a bit on edge with me,” Oses said, his grin as dangerous as I’d ever seen it. “Do you trust me enough to allow me to blindfold you, Shalia?”
Ah, my nemesis – trusting a man. Oses is as scary as they come, but he’s also made it clear he’s my protector first and foremost. What he might do worries me, but that’s also what I find most titillating. When it comes to my safety, I have a lot of faith in this man.
“I trust you, Master,” I answered.
“Good girl. Come with me and let’s see you demonstrate it.”
He rose from his chair and walked over to the large bed that took up most of his living space. He tapped the wall over the head of it as I crawled after him. It opened, and he took out a satiny blindfold, the kind some people use for sleeping.
“That must have come from Earth,” I observed, noting that despite the elastic straps it would be too small for the larger Kalquorian skull.
“It did. I found it with the stores available to you Mataras for your use.”
I pretended displeasure. “Stealing from us poor little Earther girls? You cad.”
Oses chuckled and bent down, picking me up from where I crouched on the floor and depositing me on the surface of his sleeping mat. He gave me a few smart spanks on my rear for my bad behavior. I giggled at the sting, wriggling at the heat.
“Naughty girl,” he chastised. “Be good or I’ll gag you as well.”
He put the blindfold on me, conscientiously pulling free the strands of hair that got caught over my eyes. “How is that? Can you see?”
“Not one damned thing,” I said.
Cut off from sight, I was very aware of the billowy softness of bed beneath my hands and knees. There was an occasional rustle of the linens, but mostly from my own shifting. Oses was as silent as a ghost, like most Nobeks. I could smell him though: his was a strong, masculine aroma, joined by that sweetish-spicy smell of Kalquorian arousal. Scenting his desire made me feel good. I love being wanted.
Hands slid around my waist from behind, the touch almost scalding hot. Oses pulled me against his body, my back held tight to his naked torso. His mouth found my ear as he grabbed one breast, squeezing and kneading to make me gasp from mingled pain and excitement. His teeth nibbled at my lobe. Then he grabbed both breasts, pulling hard on my nipples, letting me know who was in control.
I groaned and writhed as he demanded my surrender. Hearing only his breath in my ear, able to see nothing, my world was one of sensation. Oses was brutal enough to make me groan, yet he’d already learned at what point to ease off. I was clay under his fingers, ready to be molded into whatever shape he deemed best.
“So fucking beautiful, pet,” he muttered in my ear. “You are gorgeous when you give yourself to me.”
I fairly purred at the compliments, rubbing myself against him as he pulled and squeezed my tits. A sharp slap to one made me cry out. Sparkling heat suffused it, and then its twin got one too. I rubbed harder against Oses as my body lit.
“Good girl. My sweet, good Shalia.”
He twisted me around and laid me on my back. Oses held my wrists down over my head. Then all went silent and still for a few moments.
I imagined him looking down at my naked, splayed body, waiting for him to decide what he would do to it next. I lay quiescent, my entire frame trembling with eagerness. The Nobek’s first assault had been intense. I could hardly imagine what demands he would make on me next.
I was soon aware of the lightest of touches along my throat. It was a soft, fluttery feeling, like that of a butterfly wing. Barely there, just a tiny waft of sensation. It reached the hollow of my throat. I giggled.
Oses’ chuckle answered my titter. “Ticklish, are you?” he asked.
The sensation returned, and I writhed. “What is that?” I snickered. “It feels like a bird’s feather.”
“It is the preserved frond of a plant that grows on Kalquor, with a downy bit of fluff at its tip. Who knew something so soft could give such torture?”
“Torture is right, you sadist,” I laughed, wiggling like mad as he continued to brush the hollow of my throat with it. “Stop, you brute!”
“Earther English ‘stop’ is not the word that will end your nightmare,” he teased. “Let’s see where else you are ticklish.”
The whispery feeling moved down between my breasts. There it didn’t tickle, but it still made me react. Now it was riveting, especially as it stroked up one mound to play over a nipple. The hair on my body rose to attention. I shivered.
“Ooh, very nice,” Oses said. “You’re covered in tiny bumps now. I do enjoy how sensitive these are.”
He let the frond trail over to the other nipple, sending more light but heady sensations through me. A tiny whimper escaped my lips. Who knew such a tender, barely-there feeling could be so profound?
I thought Oses might continue to tease my breasts, and he did for a few minutes, gauging my every reaction as he flickered that frond over them. Then he moved on. He found another ticklish spot in my armpit, which was left vulnerable since his hand had my wrists pinned up over my head.
I shrieked with laughter, kicking the mat furiously as I tried to get away. “Ah! Cut it out!”
“But you are cute when you laugh,” came the chuckling answer. The frond danced across my chest to get to the other armpit.
“Oses! If you don’t quit, I’ll wet myself!”
“Really?” That only seemed to amuse him. “I don’t think you will.”
He kept at me until I thought I really would lose bladder control. I decided this was an emergency situation. “Sholt, you maniac! I am seriously about to pee!”
The Nobe
k quit the moment I spoke the word ‘stop’ in Kalquorian. I gasped like a beached whale, trying to catch my breath.
“Brute,” I whispered when I could speak again.
There was no apology in his tone. “That was fun. Do you need to use the facility?”
“I’d better.”
“Go then. When you’re done, we’ll resume.”
He took off my blindfold and helped me up. I did my business and returned to the bed, crawling across the floor to show I was still in the mood for more naughty fun. I just hoped Oses would give the ol’ pits a break.
The weapons commander helped me back on the sleeping mat, and I assumed the position I’d been in before the impromptu bathroom break. Before I closed my eyes, I got a look at the horrid frond that had nearly led to disaster. It really was a bit of a plant, a long blue stalk with white downy tufts at the end. I stuck my tongue out at it before closing my eyes.
Oses’ hand closed over my wrists once more. “All better, my pet?”
“Yes, Master. Do your worst. Oh crap, I wish I hadn’t said that!”
He laughed. “I now have a new tool to use to punish you. Don’t think I won’t use it.”
I sighed. “Of course you will. You’re unspeakably cruel to this poor little Earther.”
“Which you enjoy.” He kissed me so sweetly I could hardly believe it was big, bad Oses. Then he went back to his entertainment.
The frond stayed away from my armpits. It circled lazily around my breasts for a bit, doing figure eights before setting me alight by tantalizing my nipples once more. Then it traveled down, swirling about my abdomen in complicated patterns. Here and there, more tickling ensued. I alternated between sighing and squealing, depending on where Oses touched me with the thing.
Oses paused to move my legs wider apart. I tensed, knowing what was coming and wondering how it would feel.
He didn’t go for my pussy right away. Instead, he set the feathery touch dancing over my inner thighs, giving me a brutal case of goosebumps as he played with that flesh. I shuddered when the frond came close to my slit. Sooner or later, I would feel it there. Oses kept my anticipation up until it nearly screamed under the strain. The man knows how to play mental games.
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