Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

The tongue-tempting weapons commander bowed to all, and Betra returned the respect. I stayed in my chair as Candy and Oses left. As soon as the door shut behind them, I invited Betra, “Come on. Spill the beans.”

  “Beans?” He looked at me with puzzlement.

  I had to laugh at Betra’s confusion. He speaks English so well that I forget he’s not up on our slang. “What is it about Oses that freaks you out?”

  Betra scowled. “I don’t want to talk about the weapons commander.”

  I eyed him. “Betra, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear there was a bad breakup between you two or something.”

  The Imdiko got up and paced as he spoke. “No Shalia, there is nothing between Nobek Oses and myself. He wishes there was and refuses to agree there never will be.”

  “Oh.” It was clear to me now. “Oses has a case of unrequited love. He’s not tried to force himself on you, has he?”

  “Thank the ancestors, no.” Betra drew himself up and took a deep breath. “In all honesty, Oses has been respectful. He said he understood when I told him I have no sexual interest in men.”

  “So what’s the problem?”

  My liaison’s smile was bitter. “He still comes around and asks me to join him for meals and entertainments. He seems to think that I’ll change my mind about him.”

  Betra had issues with the situation, but I couldn’t resist teasing him. “That’s what you get for being so irresistible and yummy.”

  That earned me a grin. “Am I irresistible to you, Shalia?”

  I snorted. “You must be. I was sure I wouldn’t care to have sex again after what happened with Nang and Clan Dusa breaking my heart.”

  Betra came close and leaned down, propping his hands on the armrests of my chair. Our faces were inches apart. “Poor Matara.” He kissed me.

  Ah yes, poor me. Stuck in a lustful situation with an all-too-accommodating Kalquorian. I returned that kiss with interest, exploring his formsuited chest, abdomen, and points south.

  His eyes half-lidded with pleasure at my touch, Betra whispered, “I am delighted to take care of your needs, pet.”

  “Prove it.”

  I earned an evil grin for my challenge. I’d almost forgotten how demanding Betra had been during our previous encounters. He reminded me in a hurry.

  Stepping from my chair, he motioned for me to stand. “Up. Panties off.”

  That commanding tone had me on my feet and drawers down to my ankles before Betra finished talking. A switch had been thrown, and my only concern was to do whatever he demanded. When it comes to sex, Betra reminds me a lot more of Dusa and Nang than he does fellow Imdiko Weln.

  Once I was sans panties, he made a twirling motion with his finger. “Turn and kneel on the chair. Legs wide apart. Hold onto the back of it.”

  I could tell where this was going, and I found the idea perfectly fine. As soon as I assumed the position, Betra pushed my skirt up around my waist. His hand caressed my upturned ass.

  “That’s my pretty pet. So obedient too.”

  He reached in front of me to untuck my blouse. Still stroking my butt, he pulled my bra up to free my breasts. The warmth of his palm cupping the mound drove a moan from my throat.

  “So soft. Lovely,” he praised me.

  The hand on my ass slid down. Betra pressed two fingers in my pussy and pumped in and out. He plucked at my nipples, bringing bright warmth all over. I flooded his hand.

  “That’s my girl. Soft and wet. Perfect. I enjoy how you beg me to fuck you without speaking a word.”

  I trembled as he coaxed me into a high level of arousal. My hands clutched the padded top of the chair as my insides melted into a spill of hot lava. I felt wanton and helpless, offering myself to Betra.

  “That’s it, pet. You’re shaking all over.”

  His fingers left my pussy. I whimpered.

  “Hush, sweetness. I need to ready your ass for my primary cock to fuck it.”

  Betra’s fingers pressed into my tighter entrance. I gasped and opened to him, letting him stretch me. His fingers twisted all about, easing the muscles loose.

  “Oh yes, pet. That’s nice. I’ll enjoy this gripping my cock. You like getting your ass fucked, don’t you little girl? Yes, you do. You’re dripping on the seat.”

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

  It was hard to dwell on being ashamed when he rolled and tweaked my nipples with one hand and prepared my ass with the other. Betra talked as he played with me. That guy loves verbalization during sex.

  “I think that’s got it. You’ll be a little tight. It might hurt a 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, the fevered tip of his cock probed. 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 in. I shuddered as it moved past the ring of loosened muscles, traveling into my body. Deeper and deeper, his girth widening out to spread me for his entrance. A slight nudge against my pussy, then his smaller cock forged within.

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

  I visualized how that must look, his thick, bullet-shaped penises disappearing into my body. My insides quaked with doubled excitement.

  He was growing bigger. My ass registered the pressure of Betra’s increasing circumference, making me 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 desired. In that moment, I lived for his pleasure alone.

  I couldn’t help whimpering as the ache increased to throbbing. Betra went deeper, his breathy praise encouraging me.

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

  Just when it became actual pain, at the moment I thought he would 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. 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 as I clutched the chair, willing all the tension to go there. After seconds that stretched out forever, Betra said, “All right, I’m in control again. That was close, sweetness. You are too incredible, Shalia Monroe.”

  With that, he 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, massive pressure rubbed against my interior hot spot. A firecracker exploding inside my pussy. Instead of groaning, I unleashed a long, warbling cry.

  Betra chuckled. “That’s my girl. Yell all you wish. Let me hear how I make you feel.”

  He plunged in me. It hurt my ass, but once more he hit the exciting place in my sex. It wasn’t so tame as a firecracker. No, that was a fucking bottle rocket. If Betra enjoyed me yelling, he must have been pleased.

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

  Betra stroked my clit as he pounded me. I not only felt the fireworks, I saw them. Blinging lights flashed as my guts attempted to turn me inside out. I tried to launch myself out of the chair, but Betra held me still. All I could do was scream and claw it as twisting heat tore at my sex.

  As in our l
ast encounter, the Imdiko kept me coming. No sooner was I 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. I have no idea how many times I climaxed before Betra shouted and pressed as deep in me as he could. It was a relief to feel him filling my ass with cum, because that meant I would be allowed to relax.

  Relax, hell. Try collapse. I might have fainted.

  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, pressing his lips against my forehead, cheeks, and lips. 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 gave you a pain inhibitor. There is no damage, but you’ll 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 together. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and wished I hadn’t. I was an absolute wreck. My hair was sweaty and snarled. My mascara pooled under my eyes and streaked down my cheeks. I had the dazed stare 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 off the smeared raccoon circles. “It’s damned sexy to see a woman disheveled from a bout of fucking. I love that I made a mess of you. If we could spend an entire day together, I wouldn’t allow you to clean up between sessions. I’d stay hard looking at you.”

  “You’re a freak,” I told him. “And I’m 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.”

  The way Betra enjoys sex could be more than I can handle for an extended romp. It’s fun to contemplate a whole day of play, but to actually do it? It’s a 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 contacted our transport. The Dantovonians reported they had sighted an Earther battlecruiser near our route a few days ago. I have no inkling if it’s true. All the women are nervous, however. Earther battlecruisers are nothing to screw with. A single Kalquorian destroyer can take one out, but that’s if it’s lucky and the crew is really talented. Better odds are four destroyers to a battlecruiser. Only two guard the transport now.

  A large number of the Earther ships are out there. After Armageddon, many refused to surrender. It’s believed that most of the crews fear what will happen if they give themselves up. So they’re flying around and trying to remain out of sight, for the most part. When they’re sighted, they rush off, 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 scare us, and for good reason. Battlecruisers are space-going fortresses. They were constructed for one purpose alone: to demolish enemies. If our transport and its sentries were to encounter a battlecruiser, we could be overwhelmed. A number

  of the women on board here say if it comes to that, they’d prefer we be destroyed outright. None of us relishes the idea of facing men of our own kind who hold to the old government and religion. Death would be the least of our worries.

  Even Katrina is freaked out. Her party last night was reportedly a wilder than usual affair. Candy, who is now enjoying 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 virgin Imdiko, Katrina. I’m not calling you greedy, but damn. I’m surprised you’re walking.”

  Popping stim tabs like candy, 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 visit. When I say ‘interesting’, I mean it made me horny. All this lust can’t be from pregnancy hormones alone, can it? Is it the sense of freedom after escaping the overbearing rules of Earth? Woo hoo, I can have infinite amounts of sex, and nobody will hurt me for it. No one here cares who and how many I jump. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up the same as the Sex Sisters, Katrina and Candy.

  I managed not to screw Nobek Oses. Nor did I lick him, as I continue to dream about. I think he would have gone for either option, but neither of us moved overtly in that direction.

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

  I managed to keep my tongue in 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?”

  How about 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 stopped to tell you 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. If the news was positive, 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 having a meeting about the matter to discuss it in full. If the ship’s officers decide the proposal has merit, we will approach Fleet Command with the request.”

  Ah, bureaucracy. Earthers and Kalquorians must have common ancestors, as has been alleged. 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 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’ll talk about it in a couple of days. You and your friend made a compelling argument regarding the issue. Could you record yourselves stating your case for the officers?”

  I jumped at the chance to put together a vid presentation. For a few seconds I stopped undressing Oses in my mind. Instead I thought about recording interviews with my fellow Mataras and making a professional vid package.

  “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 was curious to find out how infatuated Oses was with him.

  His smile altered a hair, enough for me to note calculation for a moment. “Sending it to Imdiko Betra to forward on to me would be fine. He can view it first and offer suggestions to us both, if needed.”

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

  He didn’t bat for just the home team though, not from how he was checking me out. I smirked when his eyes managed to make it up to my face. He went red in an instant.

  “I’m sorry, Matara. I suppose you’re aware you give 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 a bit sorry. Oses had landed on my radar in a big way. If I had to deal with rampaging hormones, then someone else was suffering with me.

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

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

  “I have not been lucky in finding clanmates. It happens to Nobeks often, since we are 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 fellow was going through life lonely. Him and Betra both. Sad sigh from me.