Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  Betra further impressed us by taking a bottle of leshella out of a cooling cylinder and pouring everyone a glass. “It’s safe for the baby,” he reminded me.

  “Isn’t it also expensive?” I admired the deep sapphire of the beverage before taking a sip. Delicious.

  The Imdiko shrugged as he plucked a morsel of pilchok off my plate to feed to me. “This isn’t only because you missed out on shore leave. I’ve wanted to celebrate a lot of things. You two have understandably not been up for it, but things are getting better.”

  Oses eyed his massive ronka steak drowning in a thick red sauce with undisguised appreciation. “What are we celebrating, exactly?”

  Betra bit his own braised ronka strips tossed in a bed of herbs and greens. After chewing and swallowing, he replied, “Everything. Getting you and Shalia back alive. You getting past the trauma of your imprisonment. You and I finding common ground to explore our relationship options. Shalia’s little girl. Shalia’s birthday. I mean, it feels as if there is a lot to be happy about and I am. I hope it’s not too soon?”

  “Not for me. I’m feeling great about a lot of things.” I had another bite of pilchok, this morsel offered by Oses.

  Oses nodded. “I’m frustrated by not being able to resume my duties yet, but yes, overall I would say things are much better. I think Feru is readying to push for another trial separation from Shalia soon though, for a couple of days. I’m not looking forward to it.”

  “We’ll just have to make tonight an extra special celebration then.” I gave him a wicked leer.

  He answered with a growl and “Let me get my strength up,” before shoving a huge chunk of ronka in his mouth.

  The dinner that followed was romantic all right. The men made sure of that. They fed me, petted me, kissed me, made sure of my every comfort. The compliments were copious with my various attributes lauded: beauty (yeah, sure), warmth of personality (ha-ha), strength (ha-ha-ha-ha), and anything else they could come up with to honor me for. By the end of the meal, I was Goddess of the Universe.

  It was silly and over the top, but those guys made me feel wonderful. There was genuine regard in their eyes. One minute I would beam, the next I was wiping tears away. Betra’s dinner surprise was wonderful.

  “And now for dessert,” Betra announced after we’d emptied our plates.

  I groaned. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I have to beg off. I’m stuffed full. I couldn’t eat another bite.”

  He snickered as he reached to open one of two small containers that had remained covered throughout our meal. “Actually, my sweet, you are the dessert.” He uncovered the bowl with a flourish.

  Oses growled at the yellow liquid inside. “Rasgrul?”

  Betra’s grin was an evil thing as he nodded to the weapons commander. “I thought you might go for this.” He turned to me. “It’s sweet but spicy. When I say spicy, I’m talking a serious kick to the tongue. Most Earthers don’t care for it, but we Kalquorians love it.”

  I raised my eyebrows at him. “I assume I’m wearing rather than tasting it.”

  “You would be correct.”

  Betra rose from the table, taking the hot and spicy rasgrul as well as the still-covered bowl. I assumed that to be extra sauce. He jerked a nod to Oses. “You can carry our lovely maiden to her bedroom. I’ll fetch an extra cover to keep her sheets clean.”

  I’ve never seen Oses grin bigger than he did then. The man beamed as if he had won a billion dollars. “You can throw a hell of a dinner party, Imdiko. One Matara, coming to bed.”

  Betra went to my room while Oses rose gracefully to his feet. “Stay there, pet. Let this old warrior pick you up.”

  “Old?” I laughed while secretly envying how easily he was able to get up from the floor. Even when I’m not pregnant, I don’t have any of his agility. “You could outfight most men a quarter of your age, and you know it.”

  Oses bowed, more pleased than ever. “Thank you, my sweet pet.”

  He crouched to gather me in his arms and lifted me like a baby. My big, strong Nobek. He makes me giddy.

  Oses carried me the few steps from sitting room to bedroom. Betra had located a fluffy blanket and set it over the other coverings of my sleeping mat. The sauce was on the nightstand.

  Oses stopped alongside him and my bed. “As you’ve already directed tonight’s festivities so well, I leave you in command. What now?” the Nobek asked Betra.

  Betra was delighted that the usually controlling Nobek was letting him keep the lead. “Lay her on the mat. We’ll undress her.”

  Oses settled me gently to the soft surface. He supported my back as Betra slipped my pretty blouse off. “Hang it up in the closet please?” I didn’t want it getting wrinkled.

  “Of course. Matara Katrina has excellent taste in clothes,” Betra said.

  He put the blouse away and my skirt when Oses stripped that off me and handed it off. My low-heeled slippers were next. Then with infinite care, I was relieved of my underclothes, leaving me with just my bracelet and a simple gold necklace.

  “The jewelry is pretty,” Betra decided. “Let’s leave it on. If the sauce gets on it, we can clean it.”

  “All right.” Oses’s eyes had gone dark the way they always do when sex is on the menu. “I’m looking forward to cleaning this off her skin.”

  “So am I. Shall I drizzle our dessert?”

  “Indeed, and hurry.” Oses gazed at my naked body with eagerness.

  “I take it the heat won’t translate to skin contact?” I asked.

  Betra brought the bowl over and settled on the bed. “Just a slight warmth, perhaps.”

  “You’ve felt worse,” Oses agreed. “Such as the last time you and I were together?”

  Oh yeah, the fire lotion episode. If we weren’t going that far again, I thought I’d be okay.

  Betra dripped yellow goo over my breasts. “One for you and one for me,” he told Oses happily. He set aside the container with still more than half left over.

  “Fair enough.” Oses sat by my prone body and leaned in with a very glad expression and erection. He licked the fastest falling drop rolling down beneath my armpit, and kept going up all the way to the nipple.

  “Yum,” he said, as I giggled at the ticklish-erotic sensation.

  Betra was correct in that there was a little warmth, especially where that raspy tongue lapped up the rasgrul. It reminded me of when I’d chopped jalapenos in the past and the resulting heat on my fingertips. Very warm, but not painful. It was a good feeling.

  “My turn.” Betra took out a wide swath of sauce at the bottom of the breast on his side and smacked his lips together. My insides bubbled in joy. I adored being dessert.

  “Delicious.” Oses bent to suck my nipple clean. I squealed as he drew hard and licked the pebbled tip with great enthusiasm. Excitement zapped from breast to clit.

  Back and forth the rapturous feasting went. My breasts tingled from the attention as the men licked, suckled, and mouthed them with abandon. Hands crept down by body to enjoy points south. Being his typical baby belly-worshiping self, Betra caressed my bump. Oses went further down to tease my pussy.

  “Speaking of tasty sauces.” The Nobek licked his dripping fingers after cleaning the breast he’d been assigned to.

  “You can mix them, you know.” Betra waggled his eyebrows at us both. “Dr. Tep said it’s okay, so long as you keep the rasgrul on the outside.”

  “Did he?” Oses said at the same time that I groaned and covered my face with my hands. I spread my fingers to give Betra a glare.

  “I am tired of that man hearing about everything I do in the bedroom,” I told my liaison.

  Betra wasn’t the least bit apologetic. “He needs to for the baby’s sake. Besides, I think we’re helping his clan with their own seduction techniques.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “I want to think about Tep getting busy as much as I want him to think of me in that manner.”

  “Too much talk,” Oses growled a
s he slid down to put his face level with my sex. “Hand me that bowl.”

  I was freshly drizzled above and below decks. Betra now had my tits to himself while Oses concentrated on my pussy. Warmth and tongues and lips and occasionally nips from teeth...I quickly forgot my momentary pique with Betra.

  Those wonderful men. With their talented mouths in play, I could forgive them anything.

  My insides churned in a good way as I was lustfully devoured for several minutes. The warmth permeated deep into my flesh as low rumbles of pleasure grew to shuddering bliss and occasional thunderclaps of pure sensation. Oses worked to stretch my ass with his fingers as he mouthed my mound, cluing me in on that much more fun was in store for later. He was careful to make sure he ate up all the sauce before it could drip down where his fingers twisted and plumbed.

  I never got a taste of the rasgrul, but I absolutely love it. I’m thinking of keeping a container on my bedside table for my bed partners’ midnight snacking needs.

  Mine wasn’t the only unhappy sigh when the last of it was lapped from my trembling flesh. Oses smiled brightly at the still-covered bowl on the bedside table. “Shall I open it?” he asked Betra.

  The Imdiko grinned from ear to ear. “Absolutely. However, that is Shalia’s dessert. Now that her dinner has had time to settle, she might be ready to indulge herself – and us.”

  I crooked a brow at the big, naughty boy. “What are you up to now?”

  Oses pulled the cover off and sniffed the contents. “Oh, I see.” His smile leered as evilly as Betra’s. “It’s chocolate sauce for you to pour on us.”

  Betra stood and peeled his clothes off. “Right on the first guess.”

  He settled next to me on the bed and stretched luxuriously. His cocks jutted towards the ceiling, thick and ready. My, my, they would taste wonderful with a coating of chocolate.

  I sat up and beckoned. “Give me that.”

  Oses obligingly handed me the bowl. The chocolate was dark and smelled divine. This was going to be so incredible. I gave him an arch look.

  “I expect you to be ready for your turn as soon as I’m finished with Betra,” I said.

  Oses’s eyes widened. “Feeling assertive, are you?”

  “I’ve been offered chocolate and cinnamon dicks. I’m hormonal with fierce cravings, and this one is now at the top of my list. Don’t make the moody pregnant lady get mean.”

  Oses laughed. I mean, he really laughed with unabashed humor. When had I last heard him do that? I couldn’t remember.

  He stood and bowed deeply. “As you wish, Matara. In deference to your condition, I am yours to command.”

  Seeing I would be properly obeyed, I turned back to Betra. The Imdiko’s smile was as big as ever as he waited. Someone was excited about being munched on.

  I shook my head and snickered at him. He was so adorable with that goofy grin. I could hardly wait to make him groan.

  I knelt between his splayed legs and tested the temperature of the chocolate with a fingertip. It was warm and gooey. I licked my finger...and it was me who groaned first. Wow. The Kalquorians had mastered some seriously rich chocolate. I could have eaten a trough of it.

  Well, using it to smother spicy-sweet alien cocks would have to do. I carefully tipped the bowl over Betra’s waiting erections.

  He sighed. “Oh, it’s the perfect temperature. That feels good on me. Not as incredible as your – oh, oh, oh!”

  I assumed my mouth felt pretty damned fine too, because he lost the thread of whatever he was saying when I wrapped my lips around his smaller dick. Betra gasped and kicked his feet against the bed surface as I twirled my tongue all over his cock tip.

  Oh boy, did that chocolate taste amazing with that slight sting of cinnamon-y lubricant Betra naturally exudes. I forgot I’d gorged on dinner. I slurped his cocks like they were ice cream cones. I feasted on him. His cries of elation rang in my ears.

  It was hard to tell which of us was most enthusiastic. Betra in chocolate sauce is delicious, and I moaned and groaned as I gobbled him. For his part, the Imdiko jerked all over the bed, overcome by my energetic licking and sucking. I wrapped my arms around his thighs in an effort to keep him still.

  I finally cleaned him off of every luscious drop. He lay on the bed panting. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I need to write down that chocolate recipe.”

  “My turn.” Oses crashed down on the bed next to Betra. As always, he was careful not to touch the Imdiko. Betra’s becoming better with his phobia about sensual contact with the Nobek, but a lot is still taboo.

  My thoughts were far away from the complexities of the men’s relationship. I had the bowl tipped over Oses’s generous helping of flesh in an instant, ready for Round Two.

  I didn’t make the weapons commander bounce as enthusiastically as Betra, but he did his share of grunting and breathing hard. Oses did more than twitch too as I sucked greedily on him. This was a moment I truly did enjoy being on top. From all the noise the Nobek made, he found it just fine too.

  “Just enough for one of you,” I said, checking my supply of chocolate once I had Oses cleaned off. “Who will it be?”

  “Since this is a celebration for both of you, Oses can decide if he wants to come in your mouth, pussy, or ass,” Betra decreed. “If he chooses mouth, he gets the chocolate. If not, I’ll be more than happy to continue to be dessert.”

  “Mmm,” Oses said, thinking about his options. “I find every inch of Shalia wonderful, and my cocks enjoy going wherever they can. However, I have prepared her sweet, tight ass for laxan. I can’t imagine letting it go to waste. You may have her mouth, Imdiko.”

  He grabbed cleansing wipes from my bedside table and ensured his shafts were free of the chocolate I’d doused them in. I was pretty sure I’d gotten it all, but I appreciated that Oses wasn’t going to put things in me that didn’t belong. I have no idea if chocolate can cause a vaginal infection, and it was best to not test that, what with me being pregnant and all.

  Betra grinned, apparently happy with the arrangement. “Is Oses’s plan acceptable to you, Matara?”

  Gee, let me think. “Make room,” I said, shoving his legs apart so I could crouch between them. I poured.

  Within moments, I had that Imdiko moaning again. I moaned along with him as I enjoyed chocolate-covered Kalquorian. Then I shivered as Oses took up position behind me.

  I happily opened to the Nobek when he nudged his careful way into my ass and pussy. Oses had stretched me well, but that man has substantial girth. He inched his way in, making sure my cries were those of pleasure and not pain.

  My backside ached a little as it was coaxed into accepting loving invasion. However, I had a mouthful of chocolate-cinnamon heaven. Add in the smaller but still satisfying secondary shaft rubbing all the right places in my pussy, and the small amount of discomfort was more of a delight. Sometimes I think I like anal penetration just as much as regular intercourse. Heaven knows after all the sex I’ve had with Kalquorians, I can’t imagine anything less.

  At any rate, being filled with Oses meant being filled with the physical version of happiness. My senses were awash in pure joy as my head bobbed up and down over Betra and two cocks bobbed in and out of me. There was a celebration of pleasure going on inside me, a rejoicing that grew more riotous with each passing second. I matched Oses’s rhythm, rocking and fellating Betra in tandem with the Nobek’s pace.

  Once I’d cleaned all that lovely chocolate from Betra’s dicks, I concentrated on sucking his primary while I pumped the smaller in my fist. I was out of chocolate, but I still got to enjoy his lubrication, and he poured it for me. That was one aroused Imdiko. I peeked up at him to see him tossing his head from side to side, his eyes glazed with rapture. His prick kept spitting pre-cum. Yummy.

  Oses was thrusting faster, his gasps growing louder. I matched him stroke for stroke, moaning against Betra’s cock all the while as my pussy got that hot, ticklish, trembling feeling that meant I was closing in on the finish. Betra’s cries
grew in volume and frequency.

  We entered the homestretch, the need for climax whipping us into a frenzy. We lunged for completion as a single entity, not three separate beings. Both men’s thighs flexed. Their hips strained towards me. Oses’s growl and Betra’s wail tickled my ears as I burst through to nirvana. Cocks jerked and poured ecstasy into me as elation tumbled through my body. I screamed between swallows.

  I want dessert with each and every meal from now on.

  After making love, I got to do another of my favorite things in this world: fall asleep between Betra and Oses. Usually, I don’t have bad dreams when I’m tucked in safe and sound with my two big shipmates.