That brought a flash of anger in Betra’s eyes. He might achieve some kind of satisfaction through humiliation, but that doesn’t change the fact he prefers to be the dominating part of a scene. Submitting to Oses with no hope of climax was not sitting well with my liaison. Not one bit.
I was more than a little shocked to hear Betra say, “Yes, Master. I would like to taste more. Please.”
Maybe he’d surprised Oses too, because there were several seconds before the Nobek reacted. Then Oses jerked a nod before pressing into my pussy once more.
I laid there, taking my own bit of punishment from the weapons commander. He fucked me with those thick fingers, making sure to rub the right spot while stroking my clit. Heat and pressure built inside me before he left off. Oses again presented his glistening fingers to Betra.
There was no hesitation from the Imdiko. His jaw dropped open, allowing Oses to fill his mouth with my essence.
Oses wasn’t done pushing Betra, however. While the liaison sucked hard, Oses began to pump in and out of his lips, fucking them as he had my pussy.
Their eyes locked. I knew the Nobek was imagining it was his cock plumbing Betra’s mouth. I knew Betra was thinking the same thing. Yet the Imdiko did not back off or demand Oses stop. There was a stubborn, determined aura coming off Betra as his tormentor/would-be lover shoved in and out of his mouth.
Oses finally pulled free. He stared at Betra for a long beat. When he spoke, his voice was gruffer than usual. “Good job, boy. Lie there quietly while I make this beautiful woman scream.”
With that, the weapons commander turned all his attention to me. He stared at me as intently as he had Betra and pressed his into my pussy once more.
He watched my expression while finger-fucking me. Unlike Betra, I didn’t have the ability to meet that direct gaze. Oses staring at me is too intense. I never feel more naked and vulnerable as when that Nobek looks me in the eye. It gets downright uncomfortable.
Instead, I watched his hand move against me, insisting I take those rough, scarred fingers. I saw how swollen my exposed clitoris was as his thumb circled and occasionally brushed over it. I moaned as he claimed me, my body responding to his powerful touch.
He lowered his head then, blocking my view as he mouthed a breast. Oses kissed the stiffening tip gently at first, and then with more demand. Seconds later, he was sucking and nipping as if he might decide to bite the damned thing off. Darts of pain joined the pleasure, increasing my arousal a hundredfold.
I was catching fire, coming to a full boil. My cries filled the air. My head tossed to the side, and I caught Betra staring as Oses played with me, driving me towards orgasm. His primary cock wept, though he obeyed Oses and did not touch himself. The tormented need on Betra’s sweet face was so compelling I could have wept for him had I not been gripped in a maelstrom of passion.
Somehow being on display for the Imdiko brought that excitement to a new level of intensity. I was on show for one lover in the most intimate of activities with another lover. Had I felt vulnerable before? Now I really knew the meaning of the word, especially since looking away would not change the fact that Betra saw it all.
Heat surged and filled my pussy and clit. Brightness began to eclipse my surroundings. I was closing in on coming for Oses, and Betra would witness me succumbing. It didn’t matter than he’d seen me surrender to Oses before. For some reason I seemed particularly exposed, bare down to my soul. It was too much, but I couldn’t stop it from happening. In fact, being so openly ravished was bringing the climax faster.
“That’s it,” Oses breathed, feeling my pussy tighten. “Come for me. Come for me now.”
My sex contracted. Pleasure rolled over me, rippling from my cunt up into my belly, then my chest, traveling through my throat and into my skull. Another wave followed the first. Then another. And another.
I could sense the men’s gazes on me, making the rapture that much more poignant. I came for them both, letting them see me at my most vulnerable.
When the pulses stopped, Oses pulled free and sucked my honey from them. He looked over at the Imdiko, who panted so hard he nearly whimpered. Betra had fistfuls of my bedding clutched in his hands. I could actually see the veins pulse in his cocks.
“If you climax, I’ll put you in cockrings for the next week,” Oses snarled at Betra. “I’ll make up some story of you breaking rules so I can publicly whip you for an audience.”
Betra’s eyes widened with a mixture of fury and want. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“You don’t think so? Try me, boy.”
Betra swallowed. I could tell the fantasy of being humiliated in such a fashion had great appeal for him. I don’t quite comprehend it, but I’m not the woman to judge others’ idea of exciting sex play. If the idea of being embarrassed before his crewmates melts Betra’s butter, more power to him.
The fantasy rather than the reality was more than enough for my liaison, at least for the moment. He scowled but said, “I will not come, Master.”
“We’ll see. I’m going to fuck Shalia’s gorgeous pussy, and you’ll watch. If I catch you closing your eyes to maintain control and if you lose control, you’ll be sorry.”
Betra’s expression told us he wasn’t so sure he’d regret disobeying Oses.
I’m glad these two found a safe place to fulfill their interesting needs, needs I can’t quite take care of for them. I’d never be able to humiliate Betra. The amount of heavy-handed treatment Oses enjoys threatening him with would be more than I could handle if it were aimed at me.
However, I was more than happy to accept a glorious fucking from my Nobek lover while Betra observed. Oses and I were so wet with excitement, he slid inside easily. I groaned at the penetration rubbed up against all the good stuff. The orgasm I’d enjoyed had primed me for the next.
Oses arranged me in a pose that offered Betra an excellent view of the action. He lifted one of my legs up onto his shoulder and turned me slightly towards the suffering Imdiko. Then Oses fucked me nice and slow, giving Betra a show of his primary prick gliding in and out of me. He goaded him throughout the encounter.
“Look at that pussy surrender to my cock. Look how that tiny hole swallows this big dick. See how wet she is? Wouldn’t you love to feel how warm it is to have her pussy all around you? So nice and tight because she’s swollen from the last orgasm. Look at it, boy. Look at this pussy get fucked.”
While Oses teased Betra and fucked me, he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. There were long minutes when he fell silent too, minutes during which he kissed me with fervor, letting me know that while he was playing mind games with Betra, he was there for me too. I was not left begging for attention at all. I heated up pretty fast, readying to go off again. Being exposed did crazy things to my head. I thought of the pleasure club Katrina was always trying to convince Candy to go to. I didn’t wish to play with shockwhips or be at the mercy of strangers, but how exciting would it be to fuck my two guys in front of an audience? The idea had made me squeamish before, but right then I could imagine the heady excitement of being on display.
Whew. I’m turning myself on again by writing about it. I have more issues than I was aware of.
Oses kept describing the sensations to Betra, but those commentaries happened less often as he rutted against me. He started to lose some of that iron control as lust had its way with him. I gasped as his cock moved back and forth in my pussy, setting my insides ablaze with rapture.
Oses grunted while he slaved over my pleasure. “I feel her...squeezing my cock. She’s ready to come for me again. I love being inside her when she orgasms...don’t you, boy? How she moves against my cock...her pussy clenching on it...drawing out every drop of cum...oh, fuck...just...just like...that. She’s close...she’s doing it...fuck...fuck.”
I ignited. Under the scrutiny of Betra, listening to Oses describe his experience, seeing him approaching his end, and having his groin pounding against mine – the detonation was swift and devastating.
I came, clawing Oses like a tiger. I figured that out after seeing the hellacious scratches I scored on him. I was so lost in my own bliss that I missed it when he found his.
Afterward, Oses held me tight against his chest. He ordered Betra to spoon me from behind, but the Imdiko was not allowed to climax. My sympathy for my liaison was short-lived: the damned man was right about orgasm sending me to dreamland. I was asleep in an instant after being taken care of.
I woke when a grumpy Betra got up to go to work. He was still erect. Oses grinned as he watched him dress and stomp out of my quarters. Their relationship is so weird. I wonder how it will turn out.
The Nobek was Imdiko-sweet to me, helping me shower with gentle hands and picking up breakfast while I styled my hair and put on a touch of makeup. He’s stuffing his face while I journal and eat. I guess I’d better wrap this up. My appointment with Dr. Tep is in half an hour.
April 9
The results of Tep’s various tests could have been better. I have something called mild gestational hypertension. He’s given me medication to treat it and upped my sedation. I have to stay in bed for about a week, lying on my left side only.
“It could be your diet, the lack of rest you’ve reported, not drinking enough water...any number of a combination of things could be the reason your blood pressure is slightly elevated,” Tep told me.
“Evacuating Earth after nearly burning to death and then being abducted by a certifiable maniac might have a little to do with it,” I acknowledged. “No stress here, Doc.”
He chuckled. “You are off your feet for the next week, Shalia. Laze around, have your liaison attend you – in a completely celibate manner, by the way. That goes for the weapons commander too. I’ll be glad to send them a message informing them of your need to rest.”
My cheeks warmed. I’ve been up front with Tep about my recreational activities with the baby’s welfare in mind. It doesn’t mean I’m not embarrassed to tell him about what I’m doing. He figured out who I do it with during my stay in Medical while I recovered from my breakdown.
I waved him off grumpily. “I’ll tell them myself. For heaven’s sake, you’re not snitching to my dad, are you? I’ll never be able to face Nayun if he’s heard half of what I’ve shared with you and Feru.”
Tep chuckled. “I do not share such information with Dr. Nayun. All he hears from me is how you’re doing physically. He won’t be too happy about this development. I’ll make sure to tell him that as long as we keep tabs on it, you and the baby will be okay.”
“That’s good, but lying around for a week will be a drag.”
Tep gave me a narrowed-eye look. “You’ll do it. You are getting some decent sleep. I think I’ll inform Liaison Betra about my orders, after all.”
“Damned paternal Kalquorians,” I muttered as he helped me off the examination table. “I’ve already got three dads.”
He grinned, the expression softening the sharp planes of his features. “You require at least three fathers, Matara. I’ve never met anyone who finds half the trouble you do. Take your medicine and go to bed. I’ll check on you in a couple of days.”
I thought I’d stop by and warn Candy and Katrina that I was to be out of commission for the next few days. However, Tep wasted not a second informing Betra of my condition. I’d no sooner stepped off the lift that opened to the Matara area of the ship when I was greeted by my liaison.
“Here you are,” Betra greeted me. He had a big smile, apparently in a better mood despite Oses sending him off with the twin boners this morning. Maybe he gave himself a hand, ha-ha.
“Here I am,” I sighed. I figured out he was there to shepherd me straight to my quarters. I’ve been known to fight with Betra because I want to assert myself. Sometimes I do it to get a rise out of him. Once in a great while I argue because it’s necessary. Then there are the occasions when I irritate him just because I’m me.
Yet I knew I wasn’t having things my way this day. There would be no side trip to talk to Candy and Katrina. Betra insisted I go straight to my room like a well-behaved girl. After the night and morning he’d had, I wasn’t in any hurry to butt heads. I simply smiled and let him escort me.
I’m on bed rest but I’m no invalid, not by any means. Betra was his Imdiko self anyhow, insisting on helping me undress, putting a nightie on me, tucking me into bed, reminding me to lie on my left side so all the important blood vessels weren’t having any undue pressure put on them, fetching me water and snacks and my handheld for my bedside table.
“Are you going to sleep?” my nursemaid asked.
“Tep says to take the sedative early enough to log in ten hours. I have a little while before I have to do that.”
“I’ll remind you. Do you still want me here tonight?”
“Of course. Now that I’m stuck in bed, I need company.” And protection, I thought. The ghost was at large and I worried about it showing up. If it does while I’m alone, Tep can cram his bed rest up his butt. I’ll be running to impress an Olympic athlete in that case.
Betra promised to stop in every couple of hours until his shift was done. He says he’s bringing me something special for dinner to make up for the irritation of being stuck in bed. He’s so sweet. Oses better not give him shit tonight.
Speaking of Big, Bad, and Yummy, I have to leave him a message about what’s happening. My dads too, so Nayun doesn’t freak out when Tep tells him I’m not doing perfectly well. Plus Candy and Katrina. They might decide to visit me.
A vacation in bed. Maybe it won’t be so bad, especially if Betra dotes on me. At least now I’m in the frame of mind to enjoy being waited on.
April 16
This has been among the most boring weeks of my life. Even so, bed rest turned the trick...my blood pressure is back in the normal range. I’m to rest often, but my sedative dosage is reduced and I can get out of bed.
Tep is an evil creature. He said the meds would give me ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. Ha! Try twelve hours. Then when I’d finally wake up, I was dopey and out of it for an additional two. I swear, before I had any real energy, a follow-up dose was due. That doctor of mine is a fiend. When I complained, he only smiled.
I have to admit, I was too knocked out to have nightmares. That more than anything else made the drugs worthwhile. Who knows, maybe the hypertension was brought on partly because I was too afraid to sleep. I finally logged some proper shuteye.
Candy and Katrina were sweet enough to keep me company when I was awake. Renovations to our dance club have begun. The gals tell me everyone is excited about it, including the Kalquorians. Those boys may not dance, but they love to see us do it. Many have volunteered to help when they aren’t working to turn the club into a reality. Katrina convinced the liquor store on board to agree to stock and run the bar area of our place. They’ll take care of the rationing protocols as dictated by the fleet.
The gals have kept me up to date on reports of the strange shadow seen in the hallway that runs outside our quarters. Candy attempted another exorcism two nights ago, and she had about half a dozen helpers besides Katrina. The shadow hasn’t been seen since. They’re hopeful our wandering spirit has been evicted at long last.
I was hopeful too. Then I found evidence this morning that something is still amiss.
I was groggy as I readied for my appointment with Dr. Tep. Betra had to help me pull myself together. I’d been in my bed for days, and the doc had been making house calls to maintain it that way. This was the first time I was going to Medical since he made me a useless, mostly-unconscious lump a week ago. My hair screamed to be washed and combed for a change.
As Betra helped me to the shower, I frowned at the stall. “Have you been using this?” I asked him.
“What, your shower? No, I’ve been washing up in my own quarters. Why?”
“Someone’s hair is on my soap.” I pulled the long, wiry black strand from the scented bar I love. It smells of lemongrass. I wiped out the ship’s stores of the stuff weeks ago, b
uying the entire stock they’d taken from Earth. The guys say that now that they can smell me instead of my former pregnancy scent, they love the aroma. I do too; that’s why I claimed the whole darn supply of two cartons.
Betra filched the soap from me for an appreciative sniff before putting it in its place. “That’s funny. I never come in here. I’ve never seen Oses use your facility either, though it is a possibility.” He took the hair and looked at it. “It probably floated around in your quarters, having decided it no longer liked being on our heads.”
We dismissed the occurrence, not thinking twice about it. Betra helped me wash up, and we went into the bedroom so I could dress.
Then the second weird thing happened. “I want the teal blouse with the silver embellishments,” I told Betra as he opened my closet.
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