Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  All at once, the tears I hadn’t possessed before threatened. “Damn him,” I whispered.

  “The difficulty with Imdikos is they are ruled by emotion,” Oses rumbled. “They feel too much.”

  “Nobeks feel too. You just don’t make a big deal out of it.”

  He moved behind me. All at once, my senses came alive. My skin prickled as if I was being stalked. Oses’s gaze has a weight. I could sense it on my shoulders, drifting down my spine, caressing my backside, running up and down my legs. I shivered. The sorrow remained, but it took a step aside to let me focus on other surging emotions.

  “What do you think I’m feeling now?”

  “Tell me,” I whispered.

  “Your warmth. Even without touching you, I sense you pulsing toward me. I smell your sweetness too. That delicate aroma that tells me you are aroused and eager for my touch.”

  I swallowed. I wanted Oses to caress me, to put his calloused hands on my skin. It would be reassuring after Betra walking out on me. It would take away the hurt for a little while.

  Every cell of my being stretched toward Oses, begging for contact. He walked around me, coming into my field of view. In my excited state, I was reminded of how massive the Nobek was. It took forever for my gaze to climb up his massive chest, past his corded neck, and up to that craggy, feral face.

  A suggestion of a knowing smile pulled at a corner of Oses’s mouth. “Your eyes are dilated. You’re breathing fast. You desire me.”

  “I always crave you.”

  “You can’t have me. Tep hasn’t cleared you yet.”

  He was right. I’d prefer to think I’m not a nymphomaniac, but I could have cried from desire. “We can do other things,” I suggested. I tried not to hear the pleading note in my voice.

  “I suppose so.” Oses lifted his hand. The barest touch of his knuckles skimmed over one of my breasts, sending the nipple alight. My breath caught and I tried to lean into the touch. Instead of continuing to pleasure me, the Nobek caught my chin. His thumb ran over my lower lip.

  “You’re being mean,” I complained.

  “Am I? Define ‘mean’.”

  “Teasing me.” I pouted. “I’m limited in what I can do.”

  “What do you wish to do?”

  “You.”

  Oses chuckled. “Ah, that’s wonderful to hear, pet. The question is, how much do you want to do me?”

  I could tell there was something beneath the surface question. Something dark and dangerous. The hair rose on the back of my neck, and a delicious anxiety shivered up my spine. “What are you asking of me?”

  Now both corners of his mouth curled up. “Only that you stay motionless. Only that you accept what you are given – no requests. No demands. Be my sweet, obedient pet. Do as Master tells you.”

  His voice was slow, quiet, almost hypnotic. It made me think of a snake charmer with a cobra. But which of us was which? There was no doubt Oses was the deadlier of us two.

  “What do you say, pet?”

  As helpless as I felt with him looming over me, I didn’t hesitate for an instant. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl.”

  He balled up his fists. Again, he ran knotty knuckles over my nipples. I stood stock-still, as stiff as a board. Tremors broke out as Oses brushed his knuckles up and down, up and down. The friction heated, sending warmth through my chest, cascading into my belly and parts below. Warmth seeped from my pussy, as if the burn of his touch liquefied my insides.

  Oses inhaled deeply. “Are you wet for me, pet? You are, aren’t you?’

  “Yes, Master,” I whispered. My panties were damp in an instant, and they went from that to soaked even faster.

  Oses rubbed until I quaked as if I were having a seizure.

  “You need to get off your feet,” he murmured.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged, afraid he’d decide I was too weak to keep going. Maybe I was, but my pussy throbbed hugely. I thought I might die if he failed to give me release.

  He eyed me. Then he pointed to the lounger. “Lie down. The rules continue to apply. You stay quiet and still. You let me do as I wish.”

  I shuffled to the long, large couch. I sprawled on my back, my legs apart in hopeful invitation.

  Oses knelt down. Even on his knees, he loomed, a giant alien male. He covered my breasts with his hands and squeezed gently. Having his hands on me, his slit-pupiled eyes staring into mine as he kneaded my flesh, molding my breasts in his grip as if I were clay ... it was profound. He made me the center of his universe.

  “So soft and sweet,” he murmured as he rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. “Everything about you. These breasts in my hands. The surrender in your eyes. The look on your face. I have fought in wars and tested myself in combat. And yet I never feel more of a man than when you give yourself to me with such trust.”

  Something in me glowed to hear I did that for him, even if I didn’t feel as if I did anything at all. To know I gave Oses even the slightest bit of pleasure fulfilled something within me. I wondered if I would find that wonderful quality with any other man.

  He left off my breasts to open the front of my dress. The front seam parted all the way down, baring me but for my bra and underwear. Silly me; when I’d dressed for Clan Seot, I’d done it all the way, though I hadn’t planned to show them anything. My underclothes were baby blue and frilly, something Candy might have worn to seduce her Nobeks. It’s ridiculous, but wearing pretty lingerie had helped me feel not quite so bad about my appearance.

  A hint of a smile drifted over Oses’s lips when he saw the precious ensemble. Maybe my going all out with the clothes hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

  “What a lovely girl my Shalia is,” he breathed. As gentle as his voice sounded (well, gentle for him), his eyes sparked fiery lust. All at once, his arousal aroma filled the air around me.

  He filled his mouth with a blue-laced breast. The heat was that of an oven, warming my entire chest. I moaned as he sucked, making the cup wet. Once he had my nipple tight and sensitized, he went to work on its twin.

  Only when the fabric was soaked and clinging to my skin did he stop to take off the bra. Then it was bare flesh his rough tongue scraped over, abrading my mounds with that coarsely velvet appendage. It swirled around my areolas, making my nipples hard points, standing at stinging attention. I moaned and writhed beneath his attentions. My excitement incited Oses to use longer strokes of his tongue, more demanding nips from his hard teeth.

  He rose, his broad chest comparable to a bellows as he drew deep, quick breaths. He looked at me laying beneath him, spread for his pleasure, a human buffet.

  “I am damned near desperate to shove my cocks in you until I explode,” he told me. A bear could not have growled more fiercely than Oses. “The moment Tep gives his approval, I’ll fuck you until neither of us can move again.”

  It sounded like a hell of a good plan to me.

  Almost as if he would fulfill his threat that very instant, Oses turned from my breasts to gaze with brute desire at my ruffled panties. With a snarl he fell over me, his face diving between my legs.

  Much as he’d mouthed my bra-covered breasts, he did the same with my panty-clad pussy. The difference was that the crotch of my underpants was already soaked through. Oses sucked on the fabric and then practically gnawed on it. I squalled to feel his hot breath beyond the fabric barrier, along with the scrape of his teeth. I had the crazed notion he might chew his way through to me. I wouldn’t have fought him, animal that he was.

  After a little while, he jerked the panties aside. Then it was Nobek tongue, teeth, and lips devouring bare flesh, his fingertips holding me open for his rapacious feasting. I poured honey for him, and he lapped up every drop. I kicked helplessly under the delicious assault, his bulk holding me down as he fed.

  With a low roar, Oses heaved up. As he pulled his crotch seam open with his left hand, two fingers from his right plunged into my pussy. His avid cocks spilled out, looming over my bucking torso.
Oses grabbed his larger cock and masturbated frantically while fingerfucking me hard.

  Every tendon stood out in sharp relief over his frame. He was close. He aimed his cock at my breasts. Some instinct arched me upward, eager to be covered in his excitement. Meanwhile my voice rose in a trailing cry as he rammed into my cunt, bringing me ever closer to the end.

  Oses stiffened and seemed to swell, making the behemoth look twice as large. His mouth opened wide in a soundless scream, fangs extended. He looked bestial.

  Long, liquid ropes of fluid sprang from him, splashing heat on my chest and belly. Then I came too, exquisite release heaving through me, smaller waves rippling from head to toe. My lips yawned wide open like Oses’s, straining as if I could emit the pressure from that orifice as well. Some of my lover’s juices rained onto my tongue, a heavenly ambrosia that sent stronger swells through me.

  When it was over, it was akin to falling off a cliff. Readying for my live com with Clan Seot, hours of talking and holding Anrel, arguing with Betra, dealing with the pain of my liaison walking away, and then sex with Oses ... my body had done all it could. When I woke later, it was to find the Nobek had cleaned me up and put me in bed. He’d left a message that I was to com him and let him know I was okay when I woke. If he didn’t hear from me within two hours, he was hauling me to Tep. I had five minutes to spare when I relayed to him that I was fine.

  Fine? I’m glowing. There is nothing to match being well loved by a strong man.

  He’s no Imdiko, but Oses takes terrific care of me. Until Betra gets over his hurt, I’m in pretty good hands.

  I had another message as well. My dads commed! I was still slightly out of it from today’s earlier excitement, but I had to talk to the big guys ASAP. They told me to com no matter how late is was on Earth. They were eager to talk to me, even if it meant crawling out of bed.

  I figured out it would be about nine p.m. Atlanta time. I could catch them before they’d gone to sleep if I got moving.

  I was on the verge of comming Betra to help me dress and take me to Medical so I could introduce the new grandfathers to Anrel. Then I remembered he is operating on merely a liaison level with me now. I suppose this matter would fit into his duties, but I’m not ready to see Betra as a pure professional. Fortunately, Candy was available to put my mussed hair and makeup to rights, along with picking out a fresh, unwrinkled skirt and blouse. Then I commed Tep to beg his permission to show off Anrel.

  “You’re pushing it,” he warned me.

  I said in my most responsible tone, “I plan to come in my hover chair and sit quietly the whole while. I should be fine. I’m not dressing Anrel up for this one either. Dad – Nayun, that is – will insist on looking her over in his capacity as a doctor anyway.”

  “I don’t know, Shalia. You sound drained already.”

  “I just had a nap,” I wheedled. “Please, Doc? I will be on my best behavior. I promise on the names of my prophets and your ancestors.”

  He got a laugh out of that. “Fine, fine. But this is will be a short visit.”

  I agreed. Again, Candy was my sweetheart, and she pushed me in my chair to Medical. Once I was in Isolation and holding my sleeping Anrel, I sent Candy running along. I promised to have an orderly or Betra fetch me.

  I put on my brightest smile, realizing it would do little to soothe my dads’ nerves when they saw me. If Clan Seot had been startled, Clan Bitev would be downright horrified. I arranged the slumbering Anrel so that she was front and center of my wasted torso. I hoped seeing their granddaughter immediately would calm the three Dads down after the initial shock.

  It was as heartrending as I’d expected when my dads picked up the com. Nayun was damned near inconsolable. The lumbering Imdiko came close to crumbling to his knees as soon as he saw me. My doctor dad, who reminds me of a jolly storybook version of a giant, had tears crawling down his ruddy cheeks in an instant. “What happened? How did you end up in this state? How? How?” he wailed.

  If Nayun hadn’t gone so far off the deep end over me, maybe Bitev and Rak would have lost their shit more too. Keeping the massive Imdiko on his feet took some of their attention, though both men couldn’t have looked more horror-stricken.

  Dramok Bitev is the smallest of the clan, lean for a Kalquorian. He was hard pressed to keep his side of Nayun on his feet. His expression went into a rictus of hurt for me, as if he felt some of the pain I’d been through. My Nobek dad Rak, with his pointed nose lending him a sharklike aspect, wavered between dread and looking as if he would chomp into whoever had reduced me to my present circumstances.

  Thank the prophets they’d not seen me at my worst. This was bad enough.

  Rather than answer Nayun’s questions at once, I held Anrel up to take their focus off my condition. “I’ll be fine. Calm down and say hello to your granddaughter.”

  Ah, the healing power of a newborn. The dads were freaked out, but they recovered their senses at the sight of the baby. Nayun found the strength to stand up straight again. A smile for Anrel battled against agony for me. It was the most bizarre expression I’d ever seen on any face.

  “The baby? You had her?” Then Nayun veered back to the verge of Freak Out World. “You had the baby! It’s much too soon! How is she? Let me see her! Tell me what the hell has happened before I have heart failure!”

  A little at the time, he calmed enough for me to tell the story. There were interruptions galore in the form of questions and exclamations from the dads. Bit by bit, they came to grips with my latest brush with tragedy. About halfway through, I got Tep to come in and fill in the medical gobbledy-gook that I couldn’t give Nayun. Only after Tep reassured them of my steady recovery and Anrel’s excellent prognosis did my fathers calm down.

  It’s wonderful to be so loved. It’s also awful in that I tend to scare the shit out of my adoptive parent clan on a regular basis. This round was the absolute worst.

  Once they had all the details and Tep left, they could at last delight in their first grandchild. Similar to Cifa, Nayun was a puddle of saccharine goo over Anrel. Even Rak broke the ‘Never Let Them See You Melt’ Nobek code. He pulled silly faces when she woke, though she can’t focus on anyone or anything. Bitev made a huge deal about setting up an account for her and me on Kalquor to be sure we had money for anything and everything the government allowance didn’t cover. “My granddaughter wants for nothing!” he proclaimed more than once. I privately swore that I would not take advantage of my dads’ generosity. I’m already worried Anrel will be spoiled rotten.

  I let them coo over her and enjoyed some light conversation about how they’d been doing (terrific), how their Matara Joelle was faring on her trip to Kalquor (much less excitement than me), and how the ongoing evacuation of Earth went (steady, but there have been some problems with roving Earther gangs terrorizing everyone they can).

  After everyone was in a decent mood, I broached the subject that I’d been itching to get to for days. “What’s the story with Commander Nang?”

  You could have heard a pin drop in the shocked silence that followed. Nayun looked like the kid who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Bitev’s worry was plain to see. Rak glowered. My stomach twisted. Something had happened, all right.

  “Nang?” Nayun asked weakly. His gaze darted to Bitev, looking for guidance.

  “Nang,” I affirmed in the steadiest tone I could summon. “There’s no point in pretending something isn’t up. What’s happened?”

  “Have you heard from him?” Rak asked.

  Nobek Dad’s question told me that Nang was alive. Option One off the table. “Should I have?”

  Rak gave Bitev a dark glare. My Dramok dad cleared his throat.

  “I wanted to give you the news today, but I’ve been wondering if we should hold off after seeing how ill you are. I’m not sure you’re ready for this.”

  I licked suddenly dry lips. “Not being certain of what’s happened makes it worse. Tell me.”

  “He’s AWOL, my da
ughter. He disappeared about two weeks ago.”

  Rak’s expression was thunderous. “A space-worthy shuttle came up missing. There is no doubt Nang stole it. He left Earth.”

  Okay, the situation appeared somewhat bad. But Nang leaving for parts unknown didn’t necessarily mean trouble for me. Especially if he took a shuttle. Look at me, trying to be the ‘cup half-full’ girl ... even when I know better.

  “Those kinds of craft don’t have a great deal of range,” I ventured.

  “Enough that he could have made it to at least half a dozen space stations from Earth. From there, he could pick up a transport and hire himself out as crew.” Rak wouldn’t spare me the worst of it now that I had insisted on hearing what was going on.