Shalia's Diary #3
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I groaned a protest. The little bit of a break I’d gotten had taken me from being on the verge, but it wouldn’t take a lot to put me back there again. Plus I knew how it felt to be in this particular position with two cocks filling me up.
Betra’s steady invasion proved my worst fears. His cocks were thick, stuffing me tight. The smaller one delivered insane friction right to the hotspot inside my pussy. He was no longer playing with my clit, and he didn’t have to. I was on the edge of cataclysm almost immediately.
“Betra, please,” I sobbed as he shoved implacably into my body while the hands on my hips pulled me back onto him.
“You will not come until I tell you to,” was the growled reply. “Mind me or suffer the consequences, Shalia.”
He wasted no time seating himself within my ass and pussy. I dug my fingertips into the soft floor covering, trying to hang onto control. I had little hope of doing so.
Betra fucked me with strong, steady thrusts. He made me move against him, his grip on me adding to the fire by making me take him as deeply as possible. I could feel my breasts swinging like pendulums beneath me with the force of his taking.
My liaison released one hip to grab a handful of my hair. He drew my head back, not yanking but leaving no doubt who was in control of this ride. He was raw and animal, and I was begging to be allowed to come for him. If I said the word ‘please’ once, I said it a million times.
I think Betra would still be pounding his cocks into me right now if he hadn’t needed to climax too. At long last his hand left my hip to reach beneath us. He grasped my clit in a pinch and shouted, “Come, Shalia!”
He didn’t even get to finish the command when my entire lower body seized in grateful convulsions. I came hard and for so long that when I finally emerged from my rocket ride to heaven, Betra was already done and waiting for me to return to my senses.
I collapsed right there, tasting the carpet beneath my face. I didn’t care. Even the slight shit smell sneaking in from the other room couldn’t have roused me. More Tragooms coming in to kill me and Betra couldn’t have gotten my body to move. I was all done in.
Fortunately when Betra lifted me in his arms, it was Oses standing in the room with us rather than pig-faced invaders.
The weapons commander stood there like a living mountain, arms crossed over his chest and slowly shaking his head. “You two are not in any way ready to defend yourselves if the worst happens.”
“I don’t have real ammo for my blaster anyway,” I mumbled. “Besides, that’s what you’re around for.”
“So I am. The boarders have been eradicated and the attackers turned away. We won.” Oses grinned as he openly leered at us both.
Betra scowled and carried me to the big Nobek. “Here. She needs care and I need to put on clothes. You’ve seen more than enough of me.”
“Funny. I was thinking I haven’t seen nearly enough of you,” Oses shot back, but he took me readily, letting Betra pull his uniform back on. I guess I made a nice consolation prize.
Betra couldn’t get out of the room fast enough with his admirer there. “I’ll get you new quarters, Shalia,” he said. “You can’t stay in here anymore.”
“The rest of your charges are on their way,” Oses called after him. “You have forty minutes before they’ll dock.”
“Got it,” came the call back from down the hall.
Oses looked at me, cradled like a child in his muscled arms. “I wish I wasn’t needed back on the bridge right away,” he said. “Fighting gets me excited and you look wonderful right now with your hair a mess and makeup running. Betra did well by you, little Shalia.”
“Yes he did, to the point I can’t handle anymore,” I said pointedly. “Naughty Nobek.”
He grinned without the slightest shame. “And I got to see his ass. Damn, I wish I had time to fuck something right now. Let me get you some water, my sweet, and care for you until you have recovered your strength. I can take a few minutes for that.”
I was sticking my nose in where it didn’t belong, but as Oses saw to my needs I just had to run my mouth. “You know Betra was sexually abused as a child, right?”
Oses blinked. “I was not aware of that.” His lips went tight and I saw anger rise in his eyes. “He didn’t happen to say who did it, did he?”
“The man is dead.”
Oses glowered. “Too bad. I would have enjoyed abusing the bastard before tearing him to pieces.”
I went quiet, a little frightened by the fury I saw on the weapons commander’s face. However, Oses regained control over himself within a few seconds.
He sighed. “With a history like that plus Betra being so heterosexual, I see pressing my case for his affections is going to be in vain. I suppose I will have to content myself with being just his friend. Perhaps in time I can learn to view him as a younger brother.”
The tone in his voice told me that was not going to happen. Oses is in love with Betra, plain and simple. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be doomed to want someone for the rest of my life, knowing all the while it can never be.
After a little while, I pronounced myself steady and ready to get back to life. Oses helped me get dressed, muttering, “This is the worst thing I’ve done all day.” I combed my snarled hair and washed my make-up smeared face. Betra had turned me into an absolute wreck ... and the boys say they like this look?
Oses went back to work. I hung out in Betra’s office while he located a new room for me. We moved my things into my new quarters, which looked pretty much like my old quarters. I’m now next door to Katrina. I hope that doesn’t mean she’ll expect me to attend her parties just because I’m near at hand.
Even with those misgivings, I was happy to see her and Candy return safe and sound. They screamed with relief when I met them in the shuttle bay with Betra. There was much crying and hugging when we reunited. I hate that they were worried, but at the same time it’s good to know I have people who care about what happens to me.
I have two of the best friends a girl could hope for. I also have a couple of men who make me feel good and take care of my needs ... sexual and beyond. I have three dads, and I look forward to maybe getting the mother I was meant to have in a few months. I may have lost Dusa, Esak, and Weln temporarily, but who knows what the future holds? As long as life continues, there is always a chance.
Plus I’m going to be a mom. Life gets scary once in awhile, but all in all, I’m happy to still be here.
The End
Author’s Note
Yes, I am well aware this book does not end with happily-ever-after ... or even happily-for-now. Such is the nature of the serial story beast, which is what Shalia’s Diary is. Once Happily Ever After shows up, the story is over. Shalia’s tale is far from done. As of this book’s publication, I am already writing what will eventually be Book 5, and that’s not going to be the end of the saga either. We’ve got a long way to go.
When I embarked on writing Shalia’s Diary, it was never with the intention of putting the serial into actual book form. It was only meant to show up in a blog as a free story for my most ardent readers. I knew how unhappy some readers would be with books that don’t tie up all loose ends at their finish. Being a serial story with no actual end in sight, Shalia’s Diary presents some challenges where that is concerned. However, followers wanted the entries collected into something they could put in their libraries, so here we are.
Shalia’s Diary entries are published on a blog for free twice a week as an ongoing tale. If you can’t wait for Book 4 to make its appearance, please join your fellow Shalia’s Diary readers at the start of that story at http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/2014/04/february-4-part-1.html.
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Until next time, happy reading.
Tracy
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