Shalia's Diary #3

by Tracy St. John

  Betra’s words humiliated and excited me all at once. Yes, I acknowledge I do enjoy anal intercourse. It doesn’t mean I’m comfortable admitting it. My body showing its more taboo proclivities with such abandon was embarrassing.

  Still, it was hard to dwell on being ashamed when he continued to roll and tweak my nipples with one hand and prepare my ass with the other. Betra kept talking as he played with me. That guy really has a thing for verbalization during sex.

  “I think that’s got it. You’ll still be a bit tight. It might hurt a little bit, but you’ll accept that for me, right? You’ll let me fuck your tight ass to make me happy, won’t you pretty pet?”

  His fingers departed my breasts and ass. A moment later I felt the fevered tip of his cock probing my anus. Betra’s hands closed around my hips. I clenched the chair in my fists. It was coming.

  “That’s my girl. Open up for me.”

  The tip of his dick slid inside. I shuddered to feel it move past the ring of loosened muscles, traveling into my body. Deeper and deeper, his girth widening out to spread me for his entrance. There was a slight nudge against my pussy, then his smaller cock forged inside as well.

  Betra groaned. “I’m watching it happen, little girl. I’m watching you take my cocks.”

  I thought about how that must look, his thick bullet-shaped penises disappearing into my body. It made my insides quake with doubled excitement.

  He was getting bigger around. My ass registered the pressure of Betra’s increasing circumference, making me feel really full. I gasped.

  “That’s it. Take it, Shalia.”

  The pressure built towards a low ache. I pushed out hard against him, forcing my body to accept what he gave me. Even so, Betra’s steady entrance was moving closer and closer to pain. Yet it was nowhere on my radar to tell him to stop so I could have a moment to adjust. No, it was all about making him happy and giving him what he wanted. In that moment, I lived for his pleasure alone.

  Still, I couldn’t help the whimpers I made as the ache became a throbbing. And still Betra went deeper, his breathy praise encouraging me.

  “That’s it, pet. Oh, that’s good. Yes, Shalia, yes.”

  Just when it became actual pain, at the moment I thought he might split me in two, Betra’s groin met my ass. I shuddered with reaction. The movement brought a growl from my lover.

  “Easy, little girl. By the ancestors, you are so snug around my cock. I could come within seconds, and I don’t want to do that. I want to fuck your ass the way it should be fucked.”

  My breaths sobbed loudly as I clutched the chair, willing all the tension to go there. After many seconds that felt like forever, Betra said, “All right, I think I’ve got control again. That was close, sweetness. You are too incredible, Shalia Monroe.”

  With that, he slowly rocked back, emptying me. I might have groaned with relief of having that uncompromising steel exiting, except for the fact I was stuffed so full. Because of that, there was a lot of pressure rubbing against my interior hot spot. It was like have a firecracker exploding inside my pussy. Instead of groaning, I unleashed a long, warbling cry.

  Betra chuckled. “That’s my girl. Yell all you want. I like hearing how good I make you feel.”

  He plunged back inside me. It hurt my ass, but once more he hit the right place in my sex. Only this time, it didn’t feel like anything so tame as a firecracker. No, that was a fucking bottle rocket that went off that time. If Betra wanted yelling, I had no doubt he was pleased in that moment.

  He had promised to fuck me the way I should be fucked. Apparently, I should be fucked hard and relentlessly enough to move the damned chair across the room. We’d only gotten halfway across when the first climax hit me.

  Betra had released one of my hips to grasp and stroke my clit as he pounded away at me. I not only felt the fireworks then, I also saw them. Bright lights flashed before my eyes as my guts attempted to turn me inside out. I think I tried to launch myself out of the chair, but Betra held me back. All I could do was scream and claw the back of it as twisting heat tore at my sex.

  Just like our last encounter, the Imdiko kept me coming. No sooner was I nearly back in my right mind, gasping and sobbing, when he forced another orgasm on me. My body quaked as eruption after eruption bloomed in my belly then suffused the entirety of me with mind-breaking strength. I have no idea how many times I climaxed before Betra finally shouted and pressed as deep inside me as he could go. It was a relief to feel him filling my ass full of cum, because that meant I would be allowed to relax.

  Relax, hell. Try collapse. I might have even fainted like I think I did last time.

  When I returned to reality, Betra now sat in the chair, cradling me against his chest. He smoothed my sweat-soaked hair from my face, gently pressing his lips against my forehead, cheeks, and lips from time to time. I blinked up at him.

  My voice croaked when I spoke. “Was it good for you?”

  He chuckled. “Amazing. In case you don’t remember, I already gave you a pain inhibitor. There is no damage, but you’ll probably be sore.”

  No, I don’t remember that part.

  Bit by bit, I regained my strength. Betra insisted on carrying me to the bathroom facility to help me pull myself back together. I caught a look at myself in the mirror and wished I hadn’t. I looked like a wreck. My hair was sweaty and snarled, my mascara pooled under my eyes and streaked down my cheeks. I had the dazed look of someone who had crawled out of a collapsed building traumatized but somehow unscathed.

  “Oh hell. Don’t look at me,” I groaned, hiding my face behind my hands.

  “Why not?” Betra sat me on the counter and tugged my hands away so he could wipe the smeared raccoon look away. “It’s damned sexy to see a woman disheveled from a bout of fucking. I love that I made you look this way. If I could spend an entire day with you, I wouldn’t allow you to clean up between sessions. I’d stay hard looking at you like this.”

  “You’re a freak,” I told him. “And I’m even freakier for liking the sound of that.”

  He grinned at me. “Then we’ll have to arrange it somehow.”

  “Good luck. You never get a day off.”

  “A couple of other liaisons owe me favors. Maybe I can call one in.”

  I shook my head. The way Betra enjoys sex might be more than I can take in one day. It’s fun to contemplate a whole day of play, but to actually do it? This is one fantasy that I’m sure shouldn’t make the journey into reality.

  January 17

  There has been a lot of talk the last couple of days. People have been saying that a passing Dantovonian vessel made contact with our transport. The Dantovonians reported they had sighted an Earther battlecruiser near our route a few days ago. Where this rumor began I have no idea, nor do I know if it’s true. It’s got all the women nervous however. Earther battlecruisers are nothing to screw with. A single Kalquorian destroyer can take one out, but that’s only if it’s lucky and the crew is really good. Better odds are four destroyers to a battlecruiser. We’ve got only two guarding the transport right now.

  We know that a large number of the Earther ships are out there. After Armageddon, many refused to surrender. It’s thought that most of the crews fear what will happen if they give themselves up. So they’re out there, flying around and trying to remain out of sight for the most part. In most cases when they’re sighted they rush off, apparently trying to avoid confrontation.

  There have been accounts of a few attacking Kalquorian ships. Those insurgents haven’t given up yet, still fighting the Church’s lost war. They are the ones who scare us and for good reason. Battlecruisers are like space-going fortresses. They are made for one thing alone: to demolish enemies. If our transport and its two sentries were to encounter a battlecruiser, there is a good chance we’d be overwhelmed. A great many of the women on board here say if it comes to that, they’d prefer we be destroyed outright. None of us wants to face men of our own kind who still hold to the old government and rel
igion. Death would be the least of our worries in that case.

  Even Katrina is freaked out. Her party last night was reportedly a wilder than usual affair. Candy, who is now enjoying entertaining plenty of men these days, refuses to discuss what went on. The only hint she’s given was a cryptic comment at lunch in which she told our older pal, “Thanks for letting me have the one virgin Imdiko, Katrina. I’m not calling you greedy, but damn. I’m surprised you’re walking.”

  Popping stim tabs like candy and with dark circles under her eyes, Katrina muttered, “First it was Tragooms and now battlecruisers. You might have to find your own fresh meat supply, Candy girl. From here on out, I’m packing in as much livin’ and lovin’ as I can.”

  The door announce just went off. Weapons Commander Oses is here to speak to me. I’ll write more later.

  Well, that was an interesting little visit. And when I say ‘interesting’, I mean it got me horny again. All this lust can’t be from pregnancy hormones alone, can it? Maybe it’s simply because I can jump everything that possesses a pair of cocks that encourages me to do so ... well, at least in the weapons commander’s case. Is it the sense of freedom after escaping the overbearing rules of Earth? Woo hoo, I can have all the sex I want and no one will hurt me for it. Fuck, no one here cares who and how many I jump. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up like the Sex Sisters Katrina and Candy.

  I did manage to not screw Nobek Oses. Nor did I lick him, as I’ve been known to want to do. I think he would have gone for either option, but neither of us made any overt moves in that direction.

  I opened my door to that big mountain o’ muscle. Looking up at him, my tongue tried to crawl out of my head so it could run all over him. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Heaven give me strength.

  I managed to keep my tongue inside my head as I invited him in. “Commander, this is a nice surprise. Please have a seat. Can I offer you something to eat or drink?”

  Like me? Ha-ha, I almost said it out loud. I wonder what he would have done.

  Oses bowed before coming inside and sitting on the lounger. “I appreciate your offer, Matara Shalia, but I require nothing. I wanted to stop by and let you know I have discussed your request with the captain and other officers of the ship.”

  “And?” I prompted, sitting across from the Nobek in my tiny Earther-sized chair. I thought maybe if the news was good, I could thank him with sex. If the news was bad, he could make it up to me with sex. See what I mean? The Hormone Fairy has dowsed me with a ridiculous amount of libido these days.

  Oses had neither good nor bad news. “We are going to have a meeting about the matter to discuss it in full. If the ship’s officers feel the idea has merit, we will approach Fleet Command with the request.”

  Ah, bureaucracy. Earthers and Kalquorians must have common ancestors as so many allege. Nothing says human like ‘red tape’.

  “So we’re at wait-and-see,” I sighed. My gaze roamed all over that massive body in front of me, not really caring if Oses noticed he was being ogled.

  Oses arched a brow at me and grinned. I think he enjoyed me giving him the once-over. “I’m afraid that’s the case. However, we’re going to talk about it in two days. You and your friend made a compelling argument regarding the issue. I wonder if you would like to record yourselves stating your case for the officers to hear?”

  I jumped at the chance to put together a vid presentation. For a few seconds I was able to stop undressing Oses in my head. Instead I thought about recording interviews with my fellow Mataras and making a nice little professional package of the thing.

  “I can do that,” I said. “Do I send it to you or Betra?”

  I had an ulterior motive for suggesting my liaison as a go-between. I wanted to see how infatuated Oses was with him.

  His friendly smile altered just a hair, but it was enough to see something calculating for a moment. “Sending it to Imdiko Betra to forward on to me would be fine. He can view it first and make suggestions to us both, if needed.”

  I got the impression that Oses was pretty much gung-ho for any chance to interact with Betra. That Nobek had a case of unrequited something for the other man ... whether lust or love, I couldn’t tell.

  He didn’t bat for just the home team though, not from the way he was looking me over. I gave him a little smile when his eyes managed to make it back up to my face. He went red in an instant.

  “I’m sorry, Matara. I suppose you’re aware you’re one of those Earther females who gives off a certain aroma because of your pregnancy.”

  “Yes, I’ve been told. I owe you an apology for subjecting you to that.” Not that I was one bit sorry. Oses had landed on my radar in a big way. If I had to deal with rampaging hormones, then someone else was going to suffer along with me.

  “No need.” He shifted, crossing one leg over the other, possibly trying to hide the erection he was getting.

  Since I was pretty sure Oses didn’t have an Imdiko ... that seemed a foregone conclusion the way he was sniffing around Betra ... I asked, “Do you have a Dramok?”

  He shook his head. “I am one of those Nobeks who has not been lucky in finding clanmates. It happens quite often since my breed is much more numerous than the other two.”

  “That must be difficult.”

  “It can be,” Oses agreed. “I have a great need to protect others. I live with a sense of emptiness from not having clanmates to offer my strength to.”

  “If you don’t mind me being nosey, how do you deal with it?” I asked. I had a sudden pang that this decent-seeming fellow was going through life lonely. Him and Betra both. Sad sigh from me.

  He shrugged. “Being in charge of ship’s security allows me to feel I protect my shipmates. I take some consolation in that. Since we were assigned to take you lovelies back to Kalquor, I’m given even more purpose.”

  “Arming us gals and letting us learn to defend ourselves won’t cut into that?” I teased.

  Oses grinned. “It takes a great deal of practice to be a good shot. Letting you women have blasters is only for a worst-case scenario. I have no intention of letting any enemy get close enough to you that you’ll actually have to shoot anyone.”

  “That’s good to know.” I shuddered. “I can’t tell you how awful I felt killing the men I did to save my own life. I know it was them or me, and yet I still can’t quite wrap my head around the fact I ended lives.”

  Oses looked at me with grave emotion. “That’s because you are a lifebringer. You create life and bring it into the world. It is against your nature to destroy others.”

  I don’t know if there was any validity to the weapons commander’s assertion, but he certainly seemed to believe it. Maybe it is harder for women to kill since we give birth. I don’t know. I just know I don’t ever want to have to go through that necessity again.

  “Seriously, Oses, how much danger do you anticipate for us on this trip?” I asked.

  He sighed. “In all honesty, I have no idea. I wish we had another two destroyers accompanying us. I’ll be glad when we get to that portal and gain the extra defense.”

  “Was there really a battlecruiser sighted recently?”

  The Nobek quirked a smile at me and rose to his feet. “If there was, what good will it do for you to hear about it? The only thing such knowledge will grant you is worry and sleepless nights.”

  “Evading the question makes me think there’s truth to that rumor,” I pointed out.

  Oses chuckled, but he wouldn’t relent. “Matara, we Kalquorians have a strict policy on stress and mothers-to-be. Unless we are under attack, I am not going to tell you of any potential enemies we come across.”

  I stood as well and followed Nobek Muscle Mountain to the door. I wished I could drag him into my bed despite getting frustrated with his paternal condescension. “You Kalquorians are all alike. You treat us women like little children who can’t take care of ourselves.”

  Oses grinned at me as he walked out of my quarters. “You are a child, pre
cious tiny Shalia. I’m old enough to be your grandfather five times over.”

  I gaped at him as he walked away. He was that old? The mature way he spoke had made me think he was fifty, fifty-five years, maximum. Then I remembered that Kalquorians live around 250 years. Well, duh. If Oses is a middle-aged Kalquorian, that puts him at well over a century.

  Wow. I’m lusting after a really, really old man.

  January 18

  I decided to do a bit of housekeeping today. This was my afternoon to sort through the clans vying for my attentions.

  Good heavens, I nearly fell over to see the list had grown to nearly 5,000 clans. It’s mind boggling to see just how desperate these poor boys are. And those are just the ones selected for the lottery! Yes, I was overdue to work on paring down my possibilities.