Shalia's Diary #8

by Tracy St. John

Climax gathered me into its tight grip, coalescing all the brilliant points of pleasure in one blinding spot. I went stiff all over as sweeping sensation fused for a brief moment. Then it flung wide, filling every nerve, every cell, every mote of my being with a brutal rush of feeling. I blew apart in an ecstatic explosion.

  It didn’t end in that one sweet detonation, however. Oses continued to drum into me, his thumb unmerciful as it swirled wetly over my clit. I went off again, and then a third time until I could no longer draw breath.

  This time Oses licked his own fingers clean. “Delicious,” he told me. “Let me know when you’re ready for more.”

  Was he kidding? I was only now finding the ability to think again, to find myself back on Haven. Tiny post-orgasm surges trembled the walls of my pussy still.

  Maybe my disbelief showed on my face, because Oses chuckled. Then his thumb swept over my clit, sending fresh tremors of bliss into my stomach.

  “Oh please,” I moaned, not sure if I asked for more or for him to stop. I was as weak as a kitten after that last triple-decker.

  The Nobek chuckled again. He plunged two fingers back inside me, making the flush of arousal creep over my body yet again. However, he only stayed long enough to get the digits good and wet, making them slick so he could tease my tighter entrance open.

  I relaxed, letting him stretch me without complaint. I was his and Betra’s, should Oses allow our Imdiko third to join in on the fun. He might not. With Oses, we never could tell what was going to happen.

  As if sensing my thoughts, the Nobek’s gaze flicked up to take in Betra. “So patient, my Imdiko,” he said in an approving tone.

  “It was thrilling to watch.” Betra’s voice sounded thick. His eyes burned purple fire as he looked at my prone, sweat-sheened body laid out like a sacrifice.

  “Is watching enough of a reward? Or would you like her face in your lap, those pretty lips wrapped around your cocks until you spill down her throat?”

  Betra gasped and his eyes widened. “Please, my Nobek.”

  “Very well.” Oses withdrew his fingers from my tingling backside and gave my ass an authoritative slap. “Turn over and suck him, pet.”

  I would have sworn seconds ago that I didn’t have the strength to move. I was still loose-limbed and slack, my arms and legs flopping sloppily as Betra released me and I rolled over onto my belly. The fragrant grass and flowers were soft beneath my bare skin. It took some effort but not too much to creep up between Betra’s legs towards the massive bulge in his trousers.

  As I neared the promised land, the scent of the Imdiko’s arousal filled my nostrils. The man smelled luscious, that sweetish-cinnamon scent that mixed so nicely with the deeper aroma of male. My mouth watered in anticipation of tasting him.

  His eyes had gone dark with desire. Whether from watching Oses make me come or the eager way I stalked a mouthful of his cocks, I didn’t know. Didn’t care. I zeroed in on him, my pace hurrying as he pulled the crotch seam of his trousers open.

  His cocks lifted into view, hard and slick, the veins on the undersides thrumming with excitement. The heady aroma of his arousal filled my head. I fell on him, ready to devour like a starved wolverine.

  His flavor was an explosion against my tongue. I took the long, hot length of his secondary cock in my mouth, feeling his frantic pulse against my tongue as he slid over it. I swallowed as much of him as I could.

  Betra’s warm hands were reaching beneath me, grabbing at my breasts as I moved my head up and down over him. He groaned in appreciation as those big paws cupped my tits. I didn’t know if it was for my mouth or boobs. Either way, my ego was satisfied.

  As I sucked hungrily on one cock and then the next, my hands working whichever one my mouth wasn’t pleasuring, Betra squeezed my breasts and toyed with my nipples. They swelled tight under his control, sending sparkling tingles straight down to my clit. He gave them pinches and tugs that added darts of exquisite pain to the growing excitement. Then he rolled them between fingers and thumbs, making them burn with friction.

  All the while, I sucked his cocks, delighting in the smooth, supple skin that covered the harder iron of erect flesh. He tasted every bit as good as he smelled, better when a few drops of sweetish-salty-spicy pre-cum rewarded my efforts.

  He patted my breasts with light slaps, the stings an exciting accompaniment to all the rest. I was so lost in the pleasure he offered and the pleasure I wanted to give that I completely forgot about Oses until I felt his mouth on the back of my thigh.

  He gave me a wet, hot kiss, like he might have given my mouth ... or the eager pussy only inches away. Then another on the opposite thigh. He went back to the first, and this time I felt the scrape of his teeth as his mouth sucked gently on my skin. Then to the other thigh to deliver the same treatment.

  Oses alternated back and forth, his attentions growing in intensity with each round. I received tiny nips up to where my legs creased at the edge of my sex. The little bits of pain accentuated my pussy’s growing ache of desire. I whimpered my distressed excitement around Betra’s cocks.

  Then there was a stronger bite, one that really hurt. I wailed against my mouthful of prick as rapture blasted through my core. Then it was gone, leaving a throbbing so close to where I wanted that man’s mouth on me.

  I tensed, waiting for him to do it again to my other thigh. I felt the heat of his breath as he approached, getting nearer. His lips closed over my skin. Then came the blunt strength of his teeth, closing over my flesh, tightening slowly, pinching like a clothespin. Pain blossomed and grew, but the heavy bliss weighting my cunt expanded as well. A harder bite, making elation soar. My mouth came off Betra as I arched and wailed.

  Oses held the pressure for a moment more, showing his command over me, how he would yield only when he was ready to do so. Then he released the bite. His scratchy tongue ran over the pulsing flesh, each flick winding inward to come near my aching pussy. My sex quivered, needing him to touch it.

  He did, but not with his tongue. Instead his hand cupped me, pressing hard against everything ... including my swollen clit. I moaned as desire clutched greedily at my needy flesh.

  Oses’s voice held a slight note of reproving. “Did anyone tell you to stop sucking Betra?”

  “I’m sorry, masters,” I gasped and immediately filled my mouth with delicious Imdiko. He sighed in response, his hand cupping the back of my head and pushing me down on himself.

  After giving me a couple of seconds to re-establish a pleasing rhythm on our lover, Oses went back to tormenting me. His rough fingertip tapped my clit, sending quakes of pleasure through me. “Your mouth is mind to command, so you will continue to use it on Betra. This pussy is mine to command. Your ass is mine to fuck.”

  His tone was stern, with no hint of compromise. I belonged to him. I had no claim on myself. I didn’t want it anyway. Why would I when his tongue chose that moment to deliver a long, slow lick over my pussy?

  Fireworks sizzled through me. I’d have lost my pace if Betra didn’t direct it with a handful of my hair. Oh sweet prophets, I was under the control of both men. The thought as much as Oses laving me made pleasure surge like a tidal wave.

  I shuddered as that wicked tongue flicked over my clit. And again. Oh merciful heavens. He kept delivering attention to the engorged nub, sometimes quick, sometimes lingering. My ass kept lifting in the air, entreating Oses for more.

  He nipped the outer lip of my sex. The surprise jolt of pain took my breath away. Then another sweet, slow licking, this time his tongue curling all around my clit. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Another nip made me squeal, but it increased the heat in my belly. He was driving me insane.

  His tongue shoved deep into my pussy. My feet drummed against the ground to feel him inside me. He withdrew. Nipped. Gave my clit a couple of quick flicks with the tip of his tongue.

  I was vaguely aware that Betra was moving, getting to his knees so that he knelt rather than sat in front of me. His hands cupped the sides of my head
, bringing my head up so I remained level with his groin. He held me like that, pushing his primary cock past my lips. His hips swung slowly back and forth, fucking my mouth.

  Oses’s tongue made a slow path from my clit up my slit. Then he was gone, leaving me shaking with need. My hips thrust back, begging for more attention. Begging him to let me come.

  When the Nobek returned, it was with a vengeance. I had just half a second to register slight pressure against my ass. He pressed in, shoving his primary cock in the tighter passage. As his bullet-shaped shaft widened, spreading me open, the secondary entered my pussy.

  My senses clamored as he pushed in, taking me while Betra had my mouth. My eyes must have rolled to the back of my head. It felt like every inch of me throbbed, my whole body burning as the men had me at the same time. They were exactly where I needed them, making me a part of them, letting me link them.

  I was swamped by it all. It was so intense I could hardly stand it. My insides pulsed and stormed and raged as they held me between themselves, their hips pumping as they enjoyed me. Possessed me. My consciousness swirled higher and higher, making me dizzy and euphoric all at once. They thrust with demand, the pleasure they gave exalting and tormenting. I tensed as my insides wound up tight, making it hard to breathe. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t make it stop.

  Rough hands reached beneath me, the calloused fingers searching between my legs. Oh no. He would kill me. As taut as I was, climax would blast me to pieces. I gurgled a plea around the cock driving in my mouth.

  There was no mercy. Oses grabbed my clit, rubbing the hypersensitive bit as his groin slapped hard against my ass. I shattered. My world tore apart, vicious rapture wrenching through me.

  The men kept riding me, and the Nobek kept stroking my clit. My body galvanized once more. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out the screams I knew poured from my throat. Elation pounded through me until I couldn’t tell where one convulsion started and another ended.

  Somewhere in the maelstrom, Betra and Oses joined my thrill ride. I heard intermittent bellows. When climax settled into the aftershock phase, I tasted the Imdiko’s offering on my tongue.

  I found my face cradled against Betra’s thighs, my shaking arms and legs folded beneath me. Oses was still inside me, his moans punctuating each jerking throb of his cocks as they pumped the last of his passion into me.

  Later we three lay sprawled in our meadow, watching cotton ball clouds float across the powder blue sky while we finished off the leshella. “Sure you two don’t want to become farmers here?” I teased the men.

  “Only if I get to plant my cock like that twice a day,” Oses mumbled lazily.

  Our laughter drifted in the lazy breeze. What a great day.

  September 14

  Goodbye, Haven Colony. Sigh.

  We are underway again, the Pussy ‘Porter in some semblance of decent health. Before we left, Oses had a meeting with Nobek Jol. Since the governor’s clanmate is in charge of Haven’s security, Oses made it a point to tell him about Nang. If my Dramok stalker makes it into Empire space and stops at the colony, Jol has said he’ll apprehend him.

  My sense that Jol is a nasty, dangerous man under certain circumstances was verified. Oses told me, “He asked if he could have the pleasure of tearing Nang’s head or any other body parts off. Apparently, Jol is not a fan of men who hunt down women with children.”

  “Good heavens,” I said, shivering at the threat. “I just want Nang stopped and put in a nice, warm padded cell. I’d rather not see him dead.”

  “I told Jol that.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Accidents happen.”

  “Oses!”

  He shrugged, his attitude unconcerned. Apparently he could give a flying fuck about Nang’s good health. Jeez, these mean-ass Nobeks are a brutal bunch.

  I received a follow-up message from Aslada’s lawyer, asking if I’d gone over the paperwork to assume all legal control over my mother. I’m going to have to make a decision here. I guess I already know which way I’m leaning, but it doesn’t mean it’s not making my heart hurt and my conscience sting. Me being wishy-washy me, I had to get a couple of experts to weigh in on the matter.

  I made an appointment with Tep and my former psychologist Feru. I brought Anrel along, determined to have a little time with my daughter. I swear everyone else sees her more than I do. Every time I turn around, Betra or Katrina or Tep or Candy runs off with her. I’m grateful to have such an amazing support system, but sheesh. Anrel is my child.

  So why did I think I’d be allowed to hold her while talking to the Dynamic Duo who put me back together after I was abducted by Finiuld? I no sooner walked into Medical when I found myself surrounded by orderlies, nurses, and doctors vying to hold the baby. Tep and Feru were right at the front of the line of adoring fans.

  As Anrel was passed around to be cuddled, cooed at, and adored, I scowled at the lot of them. “Why do I feel invisible? Gee, I can’t imagine,” I huffed, pretending to be jealous of the attention my little sweetheart garnered. “You all kept her most of the day when I went to Katrina’s ceremony yesterday!”

  “Not me,” Ret was quick to refute. “That was my clanning ceremony too, you know. I was denied my chance to hold the baby.”

  “I’ll be sure to tell Katrina which lady you prefer,” I teased.

  He made a face at me and tugged Tep’s braid to make him give up Anrel. “Go have your meeting while I make up for lost time with my little becu,” he ordered even though Tep outranked him.

  “Siko’s got you calling her that too?” I laughed as I followed Tep and Feru into the head doctor’s office.

  We sat at a low table across the room from Tep’s desk. He offered us some gechrem tea. “So you’re having second thoughts about the procedures for your mother?” he began.

  I sipped at the herbal blend, letting its citrusy flavor soothe me. “Not about cleaning up the plaque that’s supposedly causing the dementia. It’s the other part I’m getting nervous about.”

  Feru gave me his typical calm look. “The chemical regulator that will help even out her bipolar swings is a worthwhile solution, Shalia. She won’t have to depend on drugs to keep her on an even keel.”

  “That sounds great, but I’m more freaked out about making a decision for her that I know she would never agree to. She refuses to acknowledge there is a problem.”

  Tep’s brows lifted. “But her records indicate there is. Science trumps wishful thinking.”

  “Does it also trump her free will?”

  Feru gave me a smile. “How can it truly be what she wills if emotional storms are tossing her this way and that? Based on all the data gathered, Matara Eve has never had the opportunity to voice the free will she’s entitled to without the influence of the bipolar disorder.”

  I ran my fingers over my scalp in frustration. “That’s some of the problem I face. Mom’s not young. On top of that, her life’s been hard enough to have aged her before her time. At this late date, do I take her from the person she’s been for so long and make her the person she could have been? Someone she never was?”

  Feru’s face was soft with compassion. “Shalia, ‘at this late date’ as you put it, your mother will never be the person she might have been. Even with the regulator, she’s got a lifetime of poor coping mechanisms and bad habits that she may not be able to overcome. She’s used to responding to stimuli with extreme behavior. That won’t end the moment she wakes from the procedure with her brain re-set to factory specs. She’ll need therapy to learn how to behave like those of us without bipolar disorder.”

  I hadn’t thought of that. I threw my hands in the air. “So what’s the point if nothing changes? Why shouldn’t I just have the dementia taken care of and leave the rest?”

  “One reason,” Feru said. “And one reason only. Which way will she have a chance to be happier?”

  Boy, didn’t that make me stop and think. I’ve rarely known my mother to have happy momen
ts. There have been moments when the manic phase made her giddy and loud with laughter, but those have been few and far between. Mostly she’s angry. Big time angry. Mean as a snake angry, with frequent bouts of depression.

  I don’t know that Eve Monroe has had more than a dozen truly happy moments in her life. Now I felt depressed. What the hell kind of existence was that?

  But there was the knowledge that Mom would be pissed off to no end with me if I took the choice from her. Maybe angry enough to walk out of my life and never return. I know she and I have locked horns more often than not, but she’s still my mom. She drives me nuts, but I love her. Having Anrel has made me want her back more than I ever imagined I would.

  It wasn’t about me though. It was about her. Whether or not she should have the chance to realize some peace and perhaps even joy. The question had been, did I have the right to choose for her? I now saw a second question: did I have the right to not act in what I felt were her best interests?