Shalia's Diary # 6

by Tracy St. John

  “Shalia—” Betra started in a tone that told me he’d heard enough.

  “Hush, Imdiko,” I said, caring little for how uncomfortable I might be making him. I stepped back. “All right. Show me that hot ass.”

  He hesitated for a moment, as if he might refuse me. Then Betra slid his formsuit down, revealing the double curves of his delectable rump.

  Oh hell yeah. If I was a guy, I’d definitely want that. Betra was lucky Oses had such good command over himself. Better command than me.

  I leaned in to kiss that amazing rear. Betra gasped and went still. Oh man, that butt was wonderful. I knelt down to get better access. I was all over that smooth, rock-hard flesh, my hands framing it as I kissed and licked it all over. It wasn’t enough. I had the mad urge to actually devour him.

  I bit. Hard. Betra yelped and turned around. “Hey! Are you trying to draw blood?”

  I couldn’t help but grin up at him. “Sorry. You are too yummy to resist.”

  He scowled but looked somewhat amused too. “I don’t know if this is fun or not yet. What I do know is I’m drawing the line at you using your teeth. That hurt.”

  “Okay.” His cocks were right there, so I kissed their tips in apology. “Better?”

  Betra smiled. “Much.”

  “Good. Finish taking off those clothes and lay down on the bed. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want the whole damned Imdiko.”

  He laughed at that and pulled his uniform all the way off. Still chuckling, he flopped back on my sleeping mat and spread himself out. “I’m all yours.”

  Oh my gosh. Standing there and looking at that naked man stretched across the bed ... all for me! ... made my pussy spasm with a tremor of pure want. I wanted to fuck him. I needed to fuck him. I felt like I would fall over dead if I didn’t get what I had to have.

  Without further ado, I yanked my panties off and climbed aboard the Good Ship Betra. His eyes widened when I grabbed his slick cocks and positioned myself to take them in.

  “Not wasting any time, are you?” Betra said. “How about taking that dress off?”

  “Oh hell no,” I grunted and lowered down.

  “Shalia, shouldn’t you at least be stretched—”

  His words were cut off as I captured him. Feeling him enter me was sooo good, even the burning part of having a cock stuffed into my tight ass. It hurt some, but it was wonderful at the same time. Funny enough for sexually submissive me, the best part was taking what I wanted from Betra. I took particular delight in how his eyes rolled up, how his mouth dropped open in a groan, and seeing his fists slam the surface of the bed in reaction. He might not have liked being on the bottom, but he loved being inside me.

  I wasted no time in claiming the entirety of both those wonderful cocks. The ache only made me impatient with myself, and I forced my body to accept Betra. I wanted to own that man, and I had no interest in any delay.

  “Fuck,” he moaned over and over. “Fuck.”

  “It would be my pleasure,” I snarled. I slammed my palms against his chest for leverage, letting them take my weight. I dug my toes into the bedcovers and levered up, emptying myself of Imdiko. Then I slammed back down, taking him hard and fast.

  “FUCK!” Betra screamed.

  I kept going, pumping my body over his, clenching my pussy and ass hard around him to increase the friction...and my pleasure. Between being crammed full of gorgeous Kalquorian and my pregnancy-enhanced libido, I was ramping up hard and fast towards climax.

  “Sha – Sha – Shalia,” Betra gasped, his face turning red. “Slow – slow down. I’m gonna come.”

  I ignored him, chasing that lightning flash of ecstasy for all I was worth. Those cocks were mine, and they were going to give me what I damned well wanted.

  “Damn it,” the Imdiko swore. “Damn it, stop for – for a fucking moment!”

  To hell with him. This was my moment. This was my thrill ride. I was in control for once, and it was all about me.

  Hands closed over my hips, halting me in mid-pump. I stared into the deep blue-purple of Betra’s eyes. He heaved for breath, his face working. “I told you to stop before I lose it!” he exclaimed.

  My hands were still propped against his chest. Angry that he had denied my dominance, that he had broken our agreement, my fingers hooked into claws. I dug my fingernails into his flesh.

  Betra yelled out and shot up to a sitting position. He let go of my hips to grasp my wrists. “I don’t like having blood drawn!” he snarled, fangs down.

  “Then lay down and take the fucking you said I could have,” I snarled back. I clenched muscles I didn’t know I had around his pricks.

  He hissed, and those cocks jerked inside me. Yet he wasn’t done being cranky yet. His lips thinned for a moment before he relented.

  “I did agree to give you the power,” he said grudgingly. He fell back onto the mat. “But if you keep hammering at me like that, don’t expect me to last. It’s like being taken by a tornado.”

  I felt a twinge of conscience. After all, Betra always made sure I was satisfied when he was in control. I realized I was being a selfish bitch about this. I guess I suck big time at dominating.

  “I’m desperate to come and make you come,” I told him. “I just want to fuck until our heads blow off with climax. I’m feeling quick and dirty, and I didn’t think to ask if you were up for that.”

  Betra’s better nature re-appeared at my declaration. He laughed. “Hey, I can go for quick and dirty. I was just worried you expected me to hang on for longer than a few seconds.”

  “Nope.” I leaned over to give my big, understanding, and amazingly patient lover a conciliatory smooch. “Besides, your break only lasts so long. I want to make sure you leave with a smile on your face.”

  Actually, whether or not he’d be pleased had not been on my radar until those last few moments. I’d been solely after what I wanted. I didn’t wish Betra to think badly of me though, even if I acknowledge I had been a world-class jerk. Seriously, the hell was wrong with me acting like that?

  I gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry if I’m being mean. I must be stressing over Candy. Worrying and not being able to do anything about what’s going on is driving me crazy.”

  That much was true. A part of me kept yelling find her, find her, over and over.

  Betra stroked my face, his eyes soft with understanding. “Trust me, I know what you’re going through. All right, beautiful, if it will relieve some of your stress, feel free to fuck my brains out.”

  My ever-rampaging libido swung back into action, especially when he playfully arched his hips up and ground against me in tight circles. Lust spiked hard, and I went back to driving over him once more.

  Hard and fast. Taking him. Making him please me. I rose and fell on Betra, driving his cocks deep inside, feeling the hard edge of arousal bite deep into my guts. He cried out every time my pussy and ass pounded down on his groin. His beautiful body strained beneath mine, trapped, unable to deny me. I was nearly there.

  The first pulse of elation rolled through me just as he succumbed. I felt his cocks jerk inside their prison, surrendering to my strength. Then I poured ecstasy, my body alight with victory as I claimed that lightning flash of glory.

  Betra was noticeably wobbly as he got dressed and prepared to go back on duty. I sighed to see that beautiful man clad in his uniform again as I lounged on my bed like a queen.

  “You should spend a day naked and at my disposal some time,” I told the Imdiko. I kept my tone playful, but in all honesty, I only half-teased. “My Kalquorian sex toy, serving me the way I should be served.”

  Betra laughed, shaking his head at me. “I’d be dead before midday if this session was any indication.” He leaned over to kiss me. “I’ll com if I hear anything about Candy, so make sure you keep your portable nearby.”

  “Thanks,” I said. I watched him as he walked out of my room...well, I watched his ass. It’s such a nice ass. It still makes me wish I had a cock to stuff in it.


  Stress and pregnancy libido. It’s a crazy combo.

  May 17

  I’m really worried about Candy. She did not return to her quarters last night, and ship’s sensors cannot pick her up.

  “How can that be possible?” I asked Oses when he told me they couldn’t find a sign of her anywhere. “I thought you could find anything with your equipment.”

  The line between his brows had become a gully. Worry etched on his face like the scars he wore. “We should be able to pick her up on the readouts. It’s easy to tell Earthers from Kalquorians; your body temperatures don’t run as hot as ours. But every Earther sign belongs to someone else. It’s like she’s not even on the ship anymore.”

  That made terror slam into my gut. “Oses, you’re not saying—”

  He grabbed me and hugged me tight. “No, Shalia. No outer hatches or bay doors have been opened. She wouldn’t be able to do that without proper security clearance anyway, not with us in space. Candy has not left the ship, no matter what the sensors say.”

  That was a relief. “What about the Ofetuchan phase gadgets? Is that a possibility?”

  Oses shook his head. “All the devices from that ship are accounted for. Searches on Finiuld’s vessel have turned up no others. Candy couldn’t have gotten to it to operate those devices anyway.”

  We have a real mystery on our hands. Where the hell is Candy?

  After hearing all that, I wandered the ship’s concourse. I asked around, because not doing anything made me crazy. Of course no one has seen her. I knew I would turn up nothing, but what else was there for me to do to get through this nightmare? Sit in my quarters, hoping for word? Wait until someone else stumbled across her?

  I ended up in our almost-finished club. No one was working on it. All the Kalquorians who usually help us out were either on duty or searching deck by deck for Candy. All the Earth women who are also involved didn’t have the heart to work when one of the people most involved in the project is missing.

  I ended up staring at my reflection in one mirror-covered wall. My long-sleeved dress showed my baby bump ballooning my front. I thought about the few memories I’d built in this space. All the times I came in here, hoping to help. Being made to sit around and offer little more help than my opinion on how this place would shape up. Candy, running up to ask about this configuration of sitting areas, tweaks to the color palette, how long the bar should be, and did I need anything to drink or eat?

  I should have been blubbering at that point. Instead, I felt rage fill my head. Fury over not knowing where my friend was, over my helplessness to do anything, over ... I don’t know, life in general. I was mad at the universe in that moment. For an instant, I thought about smashing the mirrors.

  Instead, I left the would-be club. I went to my quarters and had a bath. I went to dinner and picked at my food. I spent the night with Oses, who kept promising me they would find Candy if it meant tearing the transport apart. I woke up and still no Candy.

  My com is going off. Oh please God, let it be good news.

  May 18

  The last 24 hours have been horrific. I keep telling myself, at least we got Candy back. But that’s not true, is it? We got what used to be Candy back. Whatever this thing is she’s become ... becoming ... oh fuck, I don’t know.

  My portable com went off yesterday, and I fell on it like a hyena on a zebra carcass. All I wanted was to hear Oses or Betra saying they’d found her safe and sound. I thought my heart would explode with gratitude when the voice on the other end said, “Shalia, it’s Candy.”

  I flat-out screamed in my relief, even though the rough voice sounded little like my friend’s. “Candy! Oh my God! Tell me you’re okay!”

  “I’m fine. I need you to come to me though. And I need you to come alone this time.”

  That should have raised some warning flags, but I was too over the moon to know she was okay. “Of course I’ll come! Where are you? What the hell is going on?”

  “Everything will be clear once I can talk to you face to face. I’ll give you directions to where you’re going, but don’t let anybody know you’re coming to see me, Shalia. I mean that. I will not be responsible for what happens if someone else shows up.”

  That got through my giddy sense of relief. “Not responsible? Candy, what do you mean?” My stomach dropped to remember her as I’d last seen her – not the happy Candy I knew. Dressed in drab, ill-fitting clothes and sitting in the dark. Holy shit, was she depressed? Was she suicidal?

  “Listen,” I said in my most caring tone. “Listen, okay? Whatever is going on, we can get through this. I’m going to help you, Candy. I love you, you know that, right?”

  “Just come to me, Shalia. I need you to get here right now.”

  “All right.” I slid my feet into the slip-on shoes I kept near my door. “I’m ready to go. Which way am I heading?”

  “Go to the in-house transport that we use to get to the shuttle bay. I’ll let you know where to go once you’re there.”

  I admit going to Candy when she was acting so strange was idiotic. Even knowing what I do now, I still would have gone to her though. She was – she is my friend. I know she would never hurt me.

  I got in the elevator-like transport that not only went up and down between levels, but could also move sideways to access most of the ship. At the time, I thought it could get anywhere in the vessel. I was about to learn differently.

  I reached the shuttle bay with its endless rows of escape shuttles. From there, Candy directed me to a far wall. That’s where I discovered vertical tunnel-like tubes that ran down into harder-to-access areas of the ship, deep into the Pussy ‘Porter’s guts. She cautioned me again to not let anyone see me roaming about. It wasn’t that hard to keep hidden given how tightly the floor was packed with the small escape shuttles. Crewmembers were around, but since no one was evacuating, the place wasn’t exactly a beehive of activity. I reached the tube accesses without being seen.

  “Is this a restricted area?” I whispered as I stared at the big red hieroglyphics posted over each tube. There were about half a dozen. I didn’t like the looks of the slender metal ladders within that would take me to only the prophets knew where.

  “Yes. So be careful to not let anyone catch you.”

  “Fuck,” I whispered. I did not want to climb into the dim confines of that tube. I really didn’t want Captain Woltref, Oses, or Betra pissed off at me. We Earther gals get a lot of leeway with the Kalquorians when we screw up, but this felt like I was pushing my luck. After all, my people were at war with Kalquor not so long ago. I had the uncomfortable vision of being interrogated for potential sabotage. I’d met Oses’ second before, the man in charge of the ship’s security while my Nobek sweetie was on leave. Nobek Ebnad is a decent enough guy, but he wears an air of ruthlessness like Candy wore perfume before Ama and Mihi asked her to not spray every inch of her body. The weapons subcommander is flat-out homosexual. While respectful of women, Ebnad does not have the same need to treat us like the Second Coming. I did not want to be on his bad side.

  Yet I needed to get to Candy. Something had gone terribly wrong with my friend. There was nothing more important at that moment.

  “Which tube?” I asked, trying not to notice how squeamish climbing into one of those things was making me. I’d never thought of myself as particularly claustrophobic, but it looked awful tight. I had to remind myself that it must be big enough for huge Kalquorian bodies.

  “The one on the far right.” When I mistakenly move the wrong way, Candy’s uncharacteristically gruff voice showed a trace of her old humor. “Your other right.”