Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “I look forward to these growing fuller as your pregnancy progresses,” Betra said. “They are delightful. It’ll be exciting to watch how your body changes over the next few months.”

  I knew not to speak without permission. My duties were to be quiet and motionless, unless directed otherwise. My body was Betra’s to enjoy as he saw fit. I was excited to give myself over to his control. Existing for another’s pleasure made all of it so easy.

  Betra rolled my nipples between fingers and thumbs. “These are beautiful. Arch back as far as you can so I can suck on them.”

  My pulse quickened in anticipation of having his mouth on me. Betra’s dark head came into view, descending to take possession. He watched me as he closed in on my left breast. I could hardly spy the purple of his irises because his pupils had grown so huge.

  His mouth locked down on my breast. He sucked hard on me, his tongue rubbing over the pebbled nub. A moan escaped my lips as a shock passed from his flesh, traveling deep into my core. A bright pulse flared within my guts. I trembled all over as Betra lashed my nipple with his scratchy tongue.

  He pinched my other nipple hard, setting off slivers of pain in delicious juxtaposition to the bliss. I jerked in reaction to the tumult building within me. My gasps ended with tiny whimpers.

  Betra watched as he turned crueler. He released my breast, scraping his teeth across the surface of my skin to leave streaks on my flesh, marking me. He tested my submission. While I moaned at the sting, I did not try to avoid the punishment. I saw his joy at my obedience, and I felt glad.

  His fangs descended, the sharp points showing behind his flatter teeth. He wrinkled his lips back as he homed in on my breast once more, advancing slowly to bite, warning me it was coming. I shuddered as the hollow teeth dimpled my skin above the areola. I did not draw away.

  Betra sank his fangs into the soft flesh with deliberate slowness, letting me feel them driving into me. I shuddered and cried out, the pain immense for the brief second it lasted. The anesthetic properties of his saliva numbed it. I waited as he fed his intoxicating venom into my bloodstream.

  The first wisps of pleasure wafted into my brain when Betra withdrew. He licked the wounds, tasting the tiny drops of blood that appeared. Then he sealed his lips over the bites, drawing hard on me to taste more of my life.

  My senses buzzed pleasantly a few minutes later when he left off. My pussy ached, needing attention too. As determined as I was to serve Betra, my greedy sex tried to wrest control from me, to demand he sate my hungers. My laced fingers twitched at the nape of my neck, eager to reach for him, to rub the swollen crotch of his pants.

  Instead, I remained pliant as the Imdiko bent to my other breast, filling him mouth to suck eagerly. With the venom he’d injected, I was more sensitive and excited by his touch. Cries poured from my throat as the rapture of him licking and sucking on me rolled in continuous waves from tit to clit.

  Once more, he marked me with his blunt teeth before fangs descended. Again, I was made to withstand the slow stabbing into my breast. This time, the pain aroused me, making my pussy clench. If Betra had touched my clit at that instant, I would have come for him then and there.

  I was swaying drunkenly when he stopped pumping me full of intoxicant. He had to put his arm around me to keep me from falling over as he tasted the blood from the newest set of bites he’d set on me.

  He finished feeding from those punctures. He sat back once more and looked me over. “How do you feel?”

  His face was above mine, and that was good, because most of my vision had gone fuzzy at the edges. I blinked at him, taking a few moments to remember that with Oses, I was to gaze downward. Oops. Fortunately, Betra wasn’t so demanding, but I lowered my eyes anyhow.

  “I’m soft and light and happy,” I sighed to the Imdiko. “And horny. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

  He chuckled, probably not because of what I said, but how I said it. I slurred my words pretty bad. Betra had loaded me up.

  “Don’t worry, pretty pet. I’ll fuck you, but after I play a bit more.”

  “Do we have time? Those Tragooms might show up and ruin our fun.”

  “Oses will keep that from happening. Be my sweet girl and sit still. Let me play with that wonderful pussy.”

  He kept a firm grip on my shoulder with one hand, helping me stay upright. The other reached down. Fingers slid along my slit, and I jerked as lightning zapped through my core.

  “My, this sweet pussy is so wet. You do want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “I really, really do, Betra.”

  He rubbed back and forth, spreading my honey over my clit so that I cried out and thrust my hips forward. He rubbed juices over my anus. “You want my cocks inside you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Shalia?”

  “Yes. Please, Betra.”

  “Show me what a nice girl you can be for me. You have to let me play with you until I’m ready to fuck.”

  I whimpered. I didn’t require foreplay beyond what we’d done. With the venom pouring through me, I was ready to get to the main event.

  Betra glared, as if guessing the direction of my urges. “Behave, Shalia. If you don’t let me do as I wish, I’ll spank you. I’ll see to it you don’t sit for a week. Then I’ll tie you up and prevent you from coming all day.”

  Tears stung. I gave him my most reproachful pout. He was being mean to make me suffer.

  “Poor baby.” Betra kissed the tip of my nose while letting his fingertips trace slow, lazy circles around my clit. I squalled to be teased. He chuckled. “I know. You’ll be an obedient girl though. Please me, and you’ll be pleasured as you deserve for a reward.”

  Damned controlling Kalquorian. It was his way or nothing. If Oses ever encountered this side of Betra, he might not be so enamored with him.

  Pouting, I said, “I’ll be good.”

  “That’s my girl. Maybe I won’t torment you too long if you really try.”

  With that threat, he pushed a finger inside me. My breath caught. I shuddered from head to toe.

  “By the ancestors, you’re eager,” Betra chuckled. “Your pussy is clenching so hard. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to, Shalia. If you do, not only will I punish you, but I’ll tell Oses and have him punish you as well. He’s in charge of discipline on this ship, so you can well imagine how talented he is at making people sorry they have broken the rules.”

  Even through the haze of the intoxicant, I whimpered. I was in no hurry to discover what someone as adept as Oses was capable of when it came to real discipline. His version of playful punishment had been extreme enough.

  Betra continued to finger-fuck me while teasing my clit until I shuddered all over. I had an awful time not moving myself against him. Then he added a second finger, crooking the tips against my G-spot to make me cry out.

  “Betra! Please let me come.”

  His smile was sadistic. “Not yet. Stay where you are and take it.”

  Throbbing need pounded from within as he rubbed that nest of nerves without mercy. I broke out in a sweat from the vicious pleasure twisting my gut in knots. “Please, Betra? I can’t hold out.”

  “You’d better, Shalia. Obey me, or you’ll be sorry.”

  As if I wasn’t in plenty of torment, his thumb, which had been circling my clit, rubbed over it. The blast of carnal delight took me to the edge of orgasm.

  “Betra! I’m going to come!”

  “Don’t you dare.” He stared me in the eye, his expression angry enough for me to claw for command over myself. “You will not until I say you can, Shalia.”

  I sobbed, tears pouring from my eyes as denied ecstasy gnawed at my sex. It hurt to not climax when it was so close.

  I begged and begged Betra to let me orgasm for the next few minutes. I pleaded, bawled, screamed, cajoled...I did all I could think of to convince him to let me surrender to that clarion call of relief. Every now and again, he chuckled. Or he ordered me to obey him. Usually, he
didn’t respond at all. He kept watching my straining features as he pounded his fingers in and out and rubbed my clit. He tried to make me disobey him, his will against mine.

  I’d reached the stage where being punished by both Betra and Oses were no longer deterrents to me giving in to orgasm. Only my wish to not fail my Imdiko lover kept me holding on far past the moment when I should have given up. He’d be disappointed if I lost control.

  A girl has her breaking point, however. I reached mine. Somehow, Betra intuited that, because he pulled free of me.

  I knelt before him shuddering and sobbing, unsure if it was relief or frustration I felt. My insides clenched so hard, I cramped with the pain of it.

  Betra stood. He opened the crotch of his uniform, and his cocks bounced out of their tight enclosure. They hung in front of my face, glistening.

  Betra let me have a good look before ordering, “Turn around. On your knees and elbows, legs spread and ass in the air.”

  I rushed to obey him, spurred by his steely tone. He should be re-tested or whatever it is they do to determine a Kalquorian man’s breed. When sex is involved, Betra is an awful lot like a Dramok.

  He knelt between my legs, wedging himself there. The wet tip of his primary cock prodded my ass. It slid just inside, spreading me open for its invasion. Betra’s fist moved against my pussy as he guided the second cock to where it belonged. My breath caught as he pushed in about an inch.

  His hands closed around my hips, holding me in position for his use. “You may not come yet.”

  I groaned a protest. The break had eased me from the edge, but it wouldn’t require a lot to send me to the verge of orgasm.

  Betra’s steady invasion proved my worst fears. His cocks were thick, stuffing me tight. The smaller delivered insane friction to the hotspot inside my pussy. He no longer played with my clit, and he didn’t have to. I was on the brink of cataclysm almost immediately.

  “Betra, please,” I sobbed as he shoved into my body.

  “Not until I tell you to,” came the growled reply. “Mind me or suffer the consequences, Shalia.”

  He wasted not a single instant seating himself within my ass and pussy. I dug my fingertips into the soft floor covering, trying to hang on. I had little hope of doing so.

  Betra fucked me with strong, steady thrusts. He made me move against him, pulling on my hips to make me take him deeply. My breasts swung 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 charge of this ride. He was raw and animal, and I begged for mercy. If I said the word ‘please’ once, I said it a million times.

  I think Betra would still be pounding his cocks into me if he hadn’t needed to climax too. At long last his hand left my hip to reach beneath us. He pinched my clit and shouted, “Come, Shalia!”

  He didn’t finish the command before my lower body seized in grateful convulsions. I came hard and for so long, that when I emerged from my rocket ride to heaven, Betra was done and waiting for me to return to my senses.

  I collapsed, tasting the carpet beneath my lips. I didn’t care. Even the 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 done in.

  Fortunately, when Betra lifted me in his arms, Oses entered instead of pig-faced invaders.

  The weapons commander stood there, a living mountain, arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head. “You two are not 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 leered at us.

  Betra scowled and carried me to the big Nobek. “Here. She needs water 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 in return, but he took me readily, letting Betra pull his uniform on. I guess I made a nice consolation prize.

  Betra fairly raced out of the room to escape his admirer. “I’ll locate new quarters for you, Shalia. 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 dock.”

  “Got it,” came the call from down the hall.

  “I wish I wasn’t needed on the bridge right away.” Oses gazed at me, cradled in his muscled arms. “Fighting excites me, and you are tempting 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, Naughty Nobek.”

  He grinned without the slightest shame. “I got to see his ass. Damn, I wish I had time to fuck. Let me fetch you some water, my sweet. I’ll attend you until you have recovered your strength. I can spare a few minutes for that.”

  I was sticking my nose in where it didn’t belong, but as Oses saw to my needs I had to run my mouth. “You’re aware Betra was sexually abused as a child?”

  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, frightened by the weapons commander’s fury. Oses regained control over himself within a few seconds.

  He sighed. “With his history, plus him being so heterosexual, pressing my case for his affections will be in vain. I will have to content myself with being just his friend. Perhaps I can eventually 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 being doomed to adore someone for the rest of my life, knowing all the while it can never be.

  After a short while, I pronounced myself steady and ready to rejoin life. Oses helped me dress, muttering, “This is the worst thing I’ve done all day.” I combed my snarled hair and washed off the smeared make-up. Betra had turned me into an absolute wreck...and the boys say they like this look?

  Oses returned 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 was identical to my old quarters. I’m 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. We cried and hugged. I hate that they were worried, but it’s good to have people who are concerned 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 sexy and care for my needs...brazen and beyond. I have three dads, and I anticipate maybe having the mother I was meant to have in a few months. I may have lost Dusa, Esak, and Weln temporarily, but who can tell 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 be here.

  SHALIA’S DIARY

  BOOK 4

  A Clans of Kalquor Story

  By

  Tracy St. John

  © copyright July 2014, Tracy St. John

  Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill, © copyright September 2014

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s

  imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or

  events is merely coincidence.

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  February 4

  We’ve returned to normal here on the Pussy ‘Porter, as Katrina calls our transport. There have been no signs of Tragooms, renegade Earthers, or anything dangerous since our battle. It’s nice to be zooming along through space without fighting off brutes.