Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

Seconds later he stepped into the shower with me, water streaming his black hair so it resembled ink running down his shoulders and chest. Then he was on me, kissing and groping all over, his cocks thick brands against my stomach.

  I was lost, overwhelmed by his angry passion, surrendering to the brute’s strength. I had no defense and desired none against his mauling. I mewled into his biting kiss, my arms encircling his neck as much to hold my trembling self up as to welcome.

  That vicious, exciting mouth trailed down, following rivulets of water to my breasts. His rough tongue wound a circle around my nipple, sending an explosion of sensation through my chest. My breath caught in a high-pitched inhalation. My shoulders jerked, lifting and offering more flesh for him to devour. He took the invitation. The sharp, double sting of his fangs sank into the soft mound. My arousal soared, sending wetness as hot as the shower’s spray coursing down my inner thighs.

  As Oses bit me, sending delicious intoxication through my veins, his thick-knuckled fingers found my soaked pussy. They slid through the folds, searching for entrance. My fists slammed helplessly against his shoulders as he plunged two inside my pussy and another pair in my ass, taking me suddenly and with unstoppable demand. Rapture surged at the invasion, buckling my knees. Oses held me up as he sapped every last bit of strength from me.

  He fucked me hard and fast with his fingers. I yelled, alight with brightness, overwhelmed with arousal. The venom alone would have rendered me incapable of resistance to climax. Oses’s uncompromising taking forced it to happen faster.

  With a brush of his thumb over my straining clit, I detonated. Rapturous chaos, beautiful and complete, claimed my very being. There was no part of me not involved in the heaving bliss that tossed me to and fro, drawing out each mote of explosive pleasure.

  When it was done, I sagged in Oses’s clutch. My fingers and toes tingled. My limbs were loose, as if everything from the neck down had been replaced by a rag doll’s body.

  The Nobek let me slide gently to the floor of the shower, propped against its wall. I splayed at his feet, helpless as he loomed over me. He was a dark god of storms with the spray pelting down on us, his expression thunderous with lust, eyes sparking purple lightning. Despite being so thoroughly depleted seconds before, new desire surged. I could tell he was far from done with me. I welcomed the coming fury, even if it destroyed me.

  “Stay there,” he snarled. He turned and went to his uniform.

  Envisioning all my storm god could do to me as I sat already battered by his might, I sprawled motionless, eager. Oses returned and bent over me, taking my limp wrists in turn. He placed hover cuffs on them. Then he lifted me by the waist, picking me up and pinning me between him and the wall.

  “Hover cuffs, V-formation, up against the wall.” His speech was a growl.

  My arms stretched in the position he’d commanded. I didn’t protest, the intoxicant making me delight in being the Nobek’s prisoner. Desire was a spear through my belly. I breathlessly chanted, “Yes, yes, yes, yes...”

  Oses caught up my legs, draping them so that I was opened to him. He stepped close, his slick, ready cocks homing in on their intended sheaths. I gazed down to watch our sexes as they drew close. Oses’s impossibly thick rams jerked with excitement as if sensing their nearby prey. My pussy was puffy, swollen with the delights it had enjoyed and anticipation of more. Our mingled scents filled the air: the spicy, sharp aroma of Kalquorian male and my own salty musk.

  Oses pushed up on my legs, tilting me for the taking. His primary cock nudged my pussy, sending shivers up my spine. I watched him enter me, parting my pussy with that livid, purplish-brown cock. Claiming trembling, vulnerable flesh with steel. Demanding entrance.

  Then the second invasion, as insistent as the first. Opening me. And my voice rising as desire blazed higher than ever. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  Oses grabbed my hips and thrust, impaling me on his twin shafts. A glorious blast of pain and exaltation traveled straight from my pussy and ass up into my skull. I screamed with exaltation, carried to the cusp of orgasm. I found the strength to writhe as climax threatened me with sweet annihilation.

  Oses shoved hard against me, as if he would bury every inch of himself within. His snarls were continuous now, a low rumbling counterpoint to my delighted wails. My sleeves convulsed around his cocks, as if to help draw him deeper.

  Oses drew slowly out, making me feel the pulsing veins of his flesh as it withdrew, making the friction linger against my sensitized interior, drawing out the excruciating thrill. Then he slammed into me, carrying me to the verge once more. He fucked me hard and fast, his groin pounding against me, tossing me higher and higher until I rocketed into bliss again.

  As orgasm wrung me like a dishrag, he kept up the insane pace. I tumbled from climax to climax, peaking with each shrieking breath. After each one, Oses shouted, “Again!” And I obliged, a well-trained circus performer following the ringmaster’s dictates.

  At last Oses’s frenzy drove him overboard as well. His head fell back to let the shower splatter against his wide-eyed face, his jaw stretching long as he unleashed a shattering howl. His whole body clenched, the veins popping out over livid muscles. Then came the enthralling sensation of his cocks jolting inside me, the larger jetting hot seed deep within.

  The big Nobek was wobbly on his feet as he soaped my limp form, still pinned up by the hover cuffs. He washed me carefully, drowsily kissing and licking the parts he cleansed and rinsed. I dozed in and out, relaxed enough to plunge into a deep sleep, but enjoying the attention too much to allow it. It wasn’t until after he’d dried me off and tucked me naked into my bed with a lingering kiss that I let happy exhaustion claim me.

  August 6, early

  We went through our final wormhole on this trip. About a dozen Tragoom ships showed up to feel out our defenses. The destroyers accompanying the transport and the ones waiting for us on the other side of the vortex soon sent them packing. Hardly any fire was exchanged.

  Still, it served as a reminder how dangerous the universe is. Tragooms, Ofetuchans, rogue Bi’isil weapons, Nang ... I ruminated about the matter long and hard as I sat and held Anrel today. Looking into her sweet cherub’s features and having her gaze at me with such trust brought the issue into focus as it never has been before.

  I thought about it more as that brute Resan put me through my paces. I felt more than a little pathetic doing arm strengthening exercises with paltry two-pound weights and tiring from them. I kept thinking I can’t be so weak and dependent on others.

  I have to be stronger. I have to. When we reach Kalquor in a few weeks, I have to be ready in case Nang makes it there.

  I’m not the only person feeling stressed. Katrina heard from her kids, and she is reeling.

  Actually, she heard from her daughter, Hope. Katrina played the message for me and Candy so we could hear the news for ourselves.

  Hope admitted some shock over her mother’s choice to go to Kalquor and more that Katrina was serious about a clan. “Three men, Mom? That’s crazy, even for you.” The younger version of our friend shook her brunette head, her brow wrinkled in consternation. “I mean ... that’s a lot to wrap my head around.” Hope sighed. “It’s your life. You have to live with your decisions, and if you’re happy with this Clan Wotref, well...”

  She struggled for a few moments as she tried to understand. It was obvious that Hope loved her mother, even when she didn’t agree with her.

  At last she said, “Mom, I just want you to be happy. After all that’s happened, I don’t begrudge anyone reaching for whatever joy they can find. It’s hard for me to swallow, but you’re no dummy. Most importantly, I’m not going to reject the mother I thought was dead. I got you back, and I’m not letting you go. Not over this.”

  Her smile made me and Candy cheer. However, Katrina stared at her hands, clenching and unclenching on her lap.

  Hope’s smile faded with ours. “Matthew is not so forgiving, however. I suppose you realized that might h
appen. He’s very upset about this.” She blew out an angry breath. “I wish he had the balls to tell you himself, but he’s chosen to hide behind arrogant faith instead.”

  I blinked to hear how Hope sounded similar to Katrina with that statement. She’d inherited the full measure of her mother, all right.

  “He said to tell you that when you beg God’s forgiveness and admit to your sins, he’ll consider welcoming you back into his and his children’s lives. Until then, you and your – partners in sin, as he termed it – are not to seek any contact with his family.” Hope rolled her eyes. “He’s been more than pleased to accept assistance from the Kalquorians himself since we were rescued. He’s gone as far as talking about trying his luck on the colony they’re establishing on one of their worlds. Haven Colony offers a lot of support to get started. Matthew thinks as long as he can keep his family separate from the Kalquorians who’ll share in the administration of the colony, it’ll be the perfect opportunity. As far as I’m concerned, he can choke on his hypocrisy.”

  Hope’s anger spent itself. She offered a bitter smile. “Sorry the news isn’t all good, Mom. You know I love you. You and your boyfriends are welcome in my home. The kids can’t wait to see their Grammy.” She gave a conspiratorial wink. “Despite being a tight ass, Matthew loves you. He’ll come around, especially since his kids are begging for Grammy too.”

  Katrina turned off the message at that point. “That’s about it as far as that shit is concerned. At least Hope is willing to give my chosen life a chance.”

  “What’s her husband say?” I ventured.

  “Tom?” Katrina snorted a burst of laughter as she wiped the tears leaking down her cheeks. “Hope is similar to me. She runs all over a man who won’t put the brakes on her. Tom is a decent man, but weak. Hope wears the pants in the family. If she told him to throw a parade in honor of me going to Kalquor and carrying on with twenty clans, he would.”

  “She’s my hero.” Candy spoke with exaggerated adoration. “You taught her well, sensei.”

  That got Katrina laughing for real, at least for a few seconds. Then she burst into tears. “My son. My grandbabies,” she bawled. “What if I lose them forever?”

  It was not the occasion to offer platitudes or valid arguments that rejecting Katrina was Matthew’s loss and mistake. When someone hurts like that, all that’s left to do is hug them and let them cry on your shoulder until they can’t anymore.

  Along with praying that the situation resolves to the happiness of all.

  August 6, later

  With the final jump bringing us so close to Kalquor’s system, there is only a two-day delay in communications. I heard return messages from both Clan Aslada and Seot today.

  Meyso was adamant that I owed him nothing for having the Soln hive contact Tep. “I’m grateful they were able to help Anrel. Her doing so well is all the reward I could ask for.”

  Aslada and Jaon were also glad that Anrel was doing great. They were concerned about Nang chasing after us as well.

  “He won’t reach anywhere near you and your daughter.” Jaon’s heavy brow beetled. “If he dares to try, I’ll destroy him.”

  “With my government connections, I’ll see to it you are well protected when Jaon isn’t around,” Aslada added, his brooding looks dark with intent. “You have no need to fear that maniac.”

  Clan Seot was no less adamant about keeping me safe. “I thank you for having the trackers implanted,” Seot said. “It is a relief we have that safeguard in place.”

  “I’ll do all in my power to keep you safe, Shalia.” Larten’s voice was low, but there was no mistaking the current of danger running through him. He fairly thrummed with it. “Meanwhile, I have recorded your first few lessons with the blade and sent those in a separate message. The first couple are simple stances that will familiarize you with the weapon. You can do those on your own. You’ll need someone to work with you after that, however. That weapons commander friend of yours might be able to guide you.”

  For some reason, that gave me a huge lift. I could move toward making myself stronger. This was concrete action, a project within my control. I felt powerful contemplating it.

  I have to hold onto this feeling. This should happen for real. This and more. I was so excited that as soon as I listened to my messages, I commed Oses’s office.

  “Can I visit to talk to you? If not, when is a good time?” I blurted.

  “Is everything all right?” He sounded as intense as Larten at the tone of my voice.

  “Great. I want to ask for a couple of favors.”

  “Come then. I just stepped off the bridge and will be here filling out reports on the Tragoom attempt.”

  He sounded grumpy. Oses hates administrative stuff that is part of his rank as weapons commander. I was doing him a favor by interrupting his day.

  I hurried to his office. As I went, I reflected on how it hadn’t been so long ago that walking there had been a big deal. Now it was no problem. Could it be a positive omen?

  I reached Oses’s office, almost as bouncy in my enthusiasm as Candy tends to be.

  “It’s wonderful to see you in such a happy mood,” Oses said. “Especially considering our scrape with the Tragooms today. Did therapy go well?”

  I blew a raspberry. If I could finish Dramok Resan’s physical therapy, that would be huge. Not to mention a relief to leave that drill sergeant of a therapist behind. He constantly accuses me of not trying hard enough. In return, I accuse him of being a jerk who is determined to finish off what the It started by killing me. We were almost yelling at each other this afternoon. It’s safe to say we won’t be exchanging Christmas cards this year.

  “Resan is an overbearing ass. Someone should tell him there is a big difference between getting fighting Kalquorians up to speed and helping poisoned Earther girls return to normal.”

  Oses chuckled. “Let me know if I should punch him through a wall. Sit down. Tell me what’s on your mind, pet.”

  As I settled in the chair, he came sat on the edge of his desk in front of me. I grinned up at him. Thoughts of Resan couldn’t dim my excitement for my new project.

  “I received a message from Nobek Larten. He’s recorded a beginner’s program for blade fighting. I could use a coach, though.”

  Oses nodded. “I’ll be glad to work with you on that. Send me a copy and I’ll schedule time for us to train.”

  “Great. There’s more.” I fairly wriggled with hopes for my new plan.

  “Go on.”

  “I want to focus on more than fighting with knives. I’m asking for the whole shebang. Teach me to fight like a Nobek. Isn’t hand-to-hand your specialty?”

  Oses looked at me. He blinked. “You wish to learn to fight?”

  I nodded, not dropping my gaze for a moment in case he might think I was unsure. “Full on. Not just self-defense, but the whole enchilada. I’ve already done blaster training. You and Larten both believe knives are good too. Why not out-and-out combat?”

  Oses was still staring at me, his expression unreadable. I could almost hear the gears churning in the big guy’s head as he puzzled over my request.

  He asked, “Where is this coming from, Shalia?”

  I wondered if he was insulted. Was he worried I didn’t feel he was an adequate protector? I rushed to explain.

  “Look, I have Anrel to think about. I’m eternally finding some trouble, even with a ship full of Nobeks and three destroyers at my side. You won’t always be near to pull me out of it. Though everyone shouts how they’re going to keep us safe, no one can guarantee it. Larten is pumped up to protect and beat the hell out of people on my behalf. Despite that, he believes it’s a smart idea for me to have some sort of training in case the worst happens. Why not all of it? Why not give me the best odds possible in case Tragooms get on the ship again or some freak tries to kidnap me or Nang somehow shows up on Kalquor before anyone can stop him? In the end, I’m Anrel’s last line of defense. I should be ready if it comes down to
it.”

  Oses kept staring at me after my long stream of babble. I wondered if he’d kept up with any of it.

  He drew a breath. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, as if the whole matter was some outrageous comedy. I readied myself for an argument ... or disbelieving laughter.

  Instead he nodded. “All right. You’ll start tomorrow.”

  It was my turn to sit in silence as I absorbed that quiet statement. Then my heart leapt. “Really? You’ll instruct me?”

  “I’ll supervise it. There are some disciplines others do better than I, and I’ll enlist their expertise. Self-defense – to be learned before combat fighting – will be with me. We also have to get you into decent shape.”

  He sat back and looked me up and down, assessing what he had to mold. After a moment, Oses shook his head. “As a woman and lover, you lack nothing. As a fighter? You need great effort.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you serious about this, Shalia? Because you’ll have to work hard. Those who teach you won’t be kind with pretty words. If you slack off, we’ll berate and insult you. If you don’t put in the effort, we won’t waste our efforts on you.”