Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  I moaned as my body fought the stretch. Weln paused. “Easy,” he coaxed me. “Breathe. Relax.”

  Fingers stroked through my hair. I became aware of Dusa and Esak kneeling on either side of us. Despite the ache in my loins, arousal spiked to see them there, to have them watching what Weln did to me.

  Dusa’s smile was at once encouraging and determined. “You can do this. This and more. Deep breaths, my pretty one.”

  If they wanted it, I wanted it. I wasn’t sure Weln wouldn’t split me in half, but I nodded and concentrated on my breathing. Little by little, my body eased to the point where Weln’s double thicknesses were almost comfortable.

  “Good girl.” All three men kissed my face, rewarding me.

  Weln pressed deeper again, moving slowly until I said, “Wait! Please, just a moment.”

  “Nearly there,” he reassured me, stopping.

  “Let go of the tension, Shalia,” Esak coached me. “You’re doing it. You’re going to make it.”

  “Trust us to take care of you,” Dusa added. “We won’t let you be hurt.”

  Twice more Weln had to stop and give me time to adjust. At last, the Imdiko sighed and smiled at me.

  “All the way in, my beauty. You did it.”

  From the pride in his voice, you’d think I’d managed to run a marathon. Even crazier, I experienced a rush of pure pleasure at having made him happy.

  Damn, I was full. Stuffed to the brim with Kalquorian cocks. The stroking hands of the three men gentled me though. After not too long, I was fine with being crammed tight.

  Then Weln started stroking in and out. He couldn’t move fast or far, but oh my gosh. The thick friction moving through me hit EVERYTHING I like. My head fell back, and I yelled at the ceiling. The thunderclap of bliss radiated from my womb up to my skull. I kicked and clawed.

  Deep, masculine chuckles greeted my reaction. “Does it feel good, Shalia?” Esak’s voice rumbled in my ear.

  I yelled again. My innards were corkscrewing tight, heading to the breaking point as Weln kept thrusting. My vision filled with bright purple eyes and white-toothed smiles set in dark faces.

  Dusa shifted around so he was behind me. Without missing a beat, Weln rose up on his knees. I felt the clan leader pressing up behind me. The burning heat of his front cock against the tight bud of my anus.

  “Can’t,” I gasped. “Too much!”

  “You can,” Dusa assured me. “Earther women who have joined clans have done it. Relax and trust us.”

  I trust Dusa with all my heart and soul, I truly do, but I didn’t think this was possible. I grabbed hold of Weln’s shoulders and tried to pull myself off the two cocks embedded in me and another inching its way inside. The trouble was, I was trapped between two strong men who held me still.

  “Shalia, calm down,” Dusa chastised me. “Does it hurt?”

  Well no, it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable either. I was crammed full and they were trying to put more in. I realized how a turkey must feel at Thanksgiving with all that stuffing going up where its butt used to be.

  “You can’t fit all that in me,” I squalled. “You’re both as big as bulls and I’m too small!”

  “I’m halfway in.” I couldn’t tell if Dusa was breathless from laughing or because he enjoyed the tight fit. I’m betting on hilarity.

  “You are?” Maybe I could do this then. But I had to have a good reason. “Why are you so determined for this to happen?”

  Weln stroked my hair. “It is tutlito tolp. Ultimate possession.”

  He said it as if that should make the matter crystal clear. It didn’t.

  “What are you talking about?” I hissed as the first real pain sizzled up my backside. Dusa halted his inward journey.

  Esak answered me. “When a woman gives herself to the three men of a clan like this, it shows she trusts them with her well-being. It is meaningful to the men who she surrenders herself to.”

  I got a glimmer of what was happening. “I can’t clan with you, because you haven’t had the three male members in the clan for a year. So this...”

  Dusa finished the statement. “This is the closest we can come to declaring you as our choice for Matara, though it is not possible. It is something we all want.”

  The emotion in his voice could have broken my heart. He loved me. I knew it in that moment. Maybe Esak too, given the sadness on his face. Weln and I hadn’t been close enough for long enough to make that call, but even he looked misty.

  It was more than sex or a crazy position to brag about to their friends. This tutlito tolp sex meant a lot to them.

  Who was I to deny them on Weln’s official clanning day? I relaxed for a moment. Only a moment though. It occurred to me that I didn’t know where Esak’s equipment was supposed to end up.

  “Um, you realize I can’t take two up my butt, right? I mean, there’s trust and then there’s insanity.”

  They burst into laughter, chasing the sadness away. “Shalia, Shalia,” Dusa gasped between guffaws.

  Weln laughed until he had tears streaking down his cheeks. “Dusa’s anal cock stays out, and Esak enjoys your mouth.”

  I grinned, relieved they felt better. “Just so we’re clear on that.”

  The time we’d spent discussing how many pricks and where they would go had given me a few moments to adjust to three cocks. Good heavens, it looks crazy written down here. I did it. With caution and care, I ended up with the Triple Cock Crown.

  It wasn’t comfortable. I had the idea I wouldn’t get anything out of the encounter; it was too much. For my boys, I was willing. I wanted them to have something special to remember me by.

  With Dusa fully seated inside me, Weln slid outwards. It was a relief to feel him go, plus I got that toe-curling pleasure of him rubbing hard against my interior spot. There was incredible stuff to be had after all, it would seem. Then he shoved back in me. As he did that, Dusa slipped out. Okay. Definitely amazing stuff. With that rhythm established of one exiting as the other entered, I felt a heady rush of ecstasy. My head fell on Dusa’s shoulder and I groaned. I rocked between them, fucked as I’d never been before. Fire blazed in my belly, turning me hot and molten.

  Firm fingers closed on my chin and turned my head to the side. Two big cocks floated in front of my face. I opened my mouth. The larger shaft on top zeroed in, spreading my lips wide as it entered. I moaned around Esak’s primary prick, sucking on his juices.

  He gripped my face between his hands. His hips rocked, filling my mouth with iron heat and withdrawing until only the tip remained. I lashed it with my tongue until it drove in again.

  Okay, NOW I was being fucked like I’d never been before. I held onto Weln’s shoulders as the men heaved and bucked and drove against me. As they loved me. I became the steady rock of the group, absorbing their passion, making myself their center. Maybe it was the drinking I’d done, but I imagined that through me, the new clan was joined and made a single entity.

  Their gasps and moans filled my ears as they worked to realize their union. I opened and gave them all I had, bonding them together with me. I realize it sounds corny, but that was how it felt. It was as if the earlier ceremony with its fine words and vows had been the beginning of the ritual. Tutlito tolp was when Weln was fully made a member of the clan.

  Me too, if only for a fleeting moment. While we were joined, I was Clan Dusa’s Matara, in everything but lawful recognition. It was a beautiful instant in time.

  I went first, screaming against Esak’s rigid cock. A moment later Weln’s shouts joined in, his cocks throbbing as he emptied into me. Dusa and Esak came at nearly the same moment, filling my ass and mouth with their sweetness. We jerked and thudded against one another, ungainly in our desperate, sated pleasure. Somebody bit my shoulder. I clawed flesh wherever my fingernails could find it. We sanctified our union with blood and semen, a violently passionate draught.

  The men disentangled themselves from me with great care several minutes later. Before the en
dorphins could cease their work, Weln dosed me with pain inhibitor. Himself too, as he was covered with the deep scratches I’d dealt.

  “Good thing you were prepared,” I sighed as Dusa worked to clean up the tiny bit of blood his teeth had drawn. Weln had bitten him much harder, nearly taking out a chunk of the side of the Dramok’s neck.

  Esak grinned. He’d come out the most unscathed of the bunch. Other than the scratches I’d torn into his thighs, he was right as rain. “It’s our clanning day,” he told me. “It would be stupid to not lay in a supply of first aid.”

  Kalquorians. What wonderful brutes they are.

  November 1

  Well, All Hallow’s Eve was appropriately evil for me. I think the Church would have approved of my getting into trouble as payback for the awful sinner I am. At least I’m alive. That’s what I keep reminding myself.

  The Academy suffered another attack. This time the Earthers on the outside launched a rocket at us. Yeah, I’m talking big boom. Wouldn’t you know it landed on the path not too far from my dorm?

  I was on my computer, editing Clan Dusa’s clanning ceremony. I felt pretty darn awesome because the footage turned out so nice. Those lapel recorders did the trick.

  Suddenly there was a kind of whining sound, then a huge BOOM. The world around me shook with the force of it. I fell out of the bed where I was being lazy. Good thing too, because if I’d been working at the little dining table by the front of the room, there might not be a Shalia to note all this down.

  That’s where everything caved right the hell in. The wall crumbled before my eyes. At that point, survival instinct kicked in and I moved. I didn’t watch the whole collapse. I ran to the bathroom, still clutching my computer though I didn’t realize I’d taken it with me until later. I jumped into the tub. I’m not sure why, except isn’t that what they tell you to do if you’re caught in a hurricane? Anyway, that’s where I ended up, huddled and screaming as the world shuddered. It went dark and stopped shaking after seconds that felt like hours. The ceiling over me groaned like a woman in labor, and I realized there were more rooms on the floor above mine. I screamed for a little while, convinced the whole shooting match was about to fall in on top of me.

  Even though I couldn’t see anything, the collapse in the front of my quarters had sent a bunch of dust flying. That’s what got me to stop doing my hysterical banshee shrieking. You can’t play damsel-in-distress when you’re coughing your lungs out.

  I crawled out of the tub and groped around for a towel or washcloth. I found the small hand towel hanging by its usual spot next to the bathroom door. Next, I turned on the sink’s faucet. I wet the towel and put it over my nose and mouth. That helped with the choking at least, and I managed to calm down.

  I bumped a path out of the bathroom. There was no light at all. It had been beaming in through the window only seconds before. Now I was blind in what seemed to be an eternal night. Meanwhile, the ceiling kept on groaning, a damned soul in torment. I thought it would collapse on my head at any moment.

  I stumbled back into the bathroom. I noticed a small green light in the tub area and recognized it as my computer’s power indicator. It was then that I realized I had brought it with me. I headed for that tiny spark of illumination, sobbing as if I’d been given the keys to heaven. Being in pitch black fucks with your head, especially when you don’t know how bad the situation is. I was happy to glimpse that tiny dot of green.

  I re-activated the vid, which had shut down when I made my wild dash to the bathroom. It sprang up, illuminating a shifting tide of dust in the air. The picture showed a frozen moment of Esak and Weln looking at Dusa as he recited his vows. Seeing the boys through the haze of particles gave me a shot of courage.

  I could at least make out the bathroom now, and it remained whole. The ceiling in there showed no sign of damage despite its many complaints. Holding the computer so that the vid floated in front of me, I left the room.

  The whole front of the main part of my dorm was a pile of rubble, right up to the edge of the bed I’d been lounging on. While I watched, a chunk of ceiling came down to land smack in the middle of the mattress. Oh man, this was bad. I knew I was in big trouble.

  The rear of my room butts up to the back of another room on the other side of the dorm. I had no windows, no doors, no way out. All my escape routes had been at the now-destroyed front of the room, where stuff continued to shift.

  So of course I did something stupid. If you set aside moments when I huddle in bathtubs and scream like a banshee, I’m not the kind of woman that waits to be rescued. I set the computer down on the floor, well from the pile of debris. I ventured forward, trying to keep an eye on everything as I searched for some avenue out.

  That bit of bravery ended quickly when a bigger chunk of ceiling fell and grazed my shoulder. I yelped and jumped back, then screamed and jumped again when I heard a beep next to me.

  It was my com chirping for attention. Willing my speeding heart to slow down before I dropped from a stroke, I picked it up. Clicking it on, I breathlessly said, “Yes? Who’s there? I need help.”

  Nang’s voice was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life. “Shalia, thank the ancestors. We’re right outside. Are you hurt?”

  “No. Nang, I can’t get out.”

  “I know. The entire front of the building has collapsed. Your room is blocked. The whole thing could crumble at any moment.”

  “And here I thought you’d be giving me bad news. Thanks for the uplifting message.” I was pissy, but it beat turning into a crybaby.

  “Shalia, go to as far to the rear of your quarters as you’re able. We have to clear this out as fast as we can before the entire mess comes down. The machines are arriving, so we’re going to work immediately. Hang on. I won’t let you die.”

  It’s hard to be strong when your life is hanging by a thread and someone promises he won’t let that thread be cut. I suddenly started bawling my eyes out.

  “O-okay,” I sobbed. Stupidly, I said, “I’ll be here.” Duh. As if I was going to be anywhere else but that tomb.

  “It’s okay, sweetling. I’m on my way.”

  When the machines started clearing the front of the building, Nang was forced to click off. We couldn’t hear each other over the noise. I waited, sitting in the tub again. I tried to think positive thoughts. Thoughts along the lines of, what the heck, if I die in the tub, it beats my body being found sitting on the toilet. Meanwhile I stared at my still vid of Dusa’s happy clan, listening to the sound of crashing bits of debris, screeching of the building supports, and ominous thunder of falling building. It only took them fifteen minutes to clear a path through, but it felt like fifty million years.

  At last the room beyond the bath brightened with sunlight. I switched off my computer and hugged it to my chest, scrambling out of the tub. I crept to the door to look into what had recently been my bedroom in time to see Esak dart through a large hole where the ceiling used to be. He dropped to the floor. His eyes were wide and his lips pulled back in a snarl until he saw me standing there.

  Relief made him sag all over for an instant. “Mother of All. Shalia, I was so scared for you.”

  I dashed into his arms, crying again to feel his strength. He held me tight for a moment and then picked me up. “Let’s get you out of here.”

  He boosted me up to the hole where both Dusa and Nang waited to haul me out. A moment later I was outside, alive and well. Nang carried me from the half-demolished building while Dusa helped Esak out.

  “All the rooms are clear, Commander,” somebody told Nang.

  “Excellent. Keep everyone from that building until we can take it down safely. What about that rocket?”

  “It detonated and is no longer any kind of threat. Fortunately, it went halfway into the ground before going off. That kept the effects of the explosion from being worse than it was.”

  Dusa and Esak hurried over. Nang still cradled me in his arms, and the two men looked uncertain. I tho
ught perhaps they wanted to snatch me from the commander. With him outranking them, I guessed it wouldn’t be a good thing for them to do.

  Fortunately, Nang wasn’t a jerk. He handed me off to Dusa with the instructions, “Take her to Medical and have her checked out.”

  “Yes, Commander.”

  There was a tremendous crash at that instant and I yelled, thinking another rocket had found us. Instead, it was the dorm collapsing into a heap. Dusa clutched me so hard to his chest that he left bruises from his fingers digging into my skin. I had come within seconds of dying.

  As Dusa carried me to a shuttle, Matt King rushed up to the scene. He gasped to view the carnage. “Shalia! You weren’t in that building, were you?”