Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  The Nobek agreed in a hurry. “I like that. I call the shots first. I want to watch her suck you.”

  “Fine by me.”

  “Go to him, pet. Put those lovely lips and tongue to work on our handsome Imdiko.”

  I crawled over to the slenderer pair of legs in my view. I knelt before Betra as Oses went to my sleeping mat and settled there. From the bed he ordered, “Open his pants. Pull his cocks out.”

  I reached up, but the Nobek’s warning tone stopped me. “I said nothing about using your hands. Put them behind your back. Mouth only.”

  I was glad that Kalquorians preferred resealable seams to buttons. It wasn’t that hard to pull the fabric open with my teeth. I left a lot of lipstick on Betra’s crotch though. Sheesh. When he headed to his own quarters later, he’d be showing the whole ship where my mouth had been.

  Oh well.

  Long, eager lengths burst out of his pants when enough of the seam was opened. The heady scent of sweet cinnamon poured out, filling my nostrils. I shivered in anticipation of tasting Betra’s juices.

  Oses was kind to me. “Lick the secondary shaft. Take it slow. Remember you are there for his enjoyment. Your only care is for his pleasure.”

  I could get behind that. Making Betra feel good is forever a joy.

  I leaned in close, starting at the underside base of the rear cock. My tongue traced a slow line up to the tapered tip, enjoying the feel of him. That spicy cinnamon-ish flavor was a delight. The veins of his shaft pulsed against my tongue, slight threads beneath the smooth, silky skin. The closer I got to the end of his length, the more velvety he became. Yet I could also detect the underlying steel of his excitement.

  I lapped, claiming every delicious drop of natural lubricant he offered. Oses commanded I repeat the actions with Betra’s primary. Precious drops of pre-cum, slightly saltier than his slippery juices, were added to the mix.

  As I laved the delicious lengths, Betra’s cocks jerked with pleasure. I sensed him watching as my tongue ran all over his hot flesh, enjoying the sight as well as the feeling of being serviced. Oses watched too, muttering under his breath between giving instructions.

  “Would you like her to suck you off, or do you prefer to fuck her mouth?” the Nobek asked.

  “I want to shove my cock down her throat,” Betra snarled.

  “You heard him, pet. You’ll let your master fuck that pretty face of yours.”

  A surge of exhilaration passed through me. Betra has a lot to offer. Swallowing him is not an easy thing, but I’m eternally delighted to try.

  I opened wide for him. Betra nudged his secondary out of the way. Being stabbed in the throat can pull a girl out of the mood quickly.

  His other hand grabbed hold of my hair, holding my head steady for his invasion. The Imdiko’s thick girth filled my mouth. I held my breath as he traveled in deep, past my tongue, entering my throat. I swallowed as he drove in, burying himself.

  “Shit,” Oses said. “That looks amazing.”

  Betra only groaned.

  He pulled out, letting me snatch in air. Then he pushed in again, making me take him down. My eyes streamed from the effort.

  “That’s right,” Oses groaned. “Accept it all. Swallow it.”

  Betra fucked slowly, deliberately. Being under his and Oses’s control had my senses reeling ... as it usually did. I pleased them with my service, which in turn made me feel whole. The more they demanded of me, the more I wanted to fulfill them.

  Betra pulled free. “I need a break before I lose control,” he gasped. “Your turn, my Nobek.”

  Oses woofed air harshly. “I don’t know how much I can handle after watching you two.”

  “I’ll give you something you’ll enjoy while allowing you to calm down. Shalia, go lay over his lap. He’s going to turn that gorgeous ass red.”

  With a grin, Oses sat straight up. My heart leapt in anticipation as I crawled to him.

  As I draped myself over the Nobek’s thighs, I heard Betra rummaging around my shelves. “Before you start, you might want to use this too.”

  Hanging like a rag doll, I couldn’t see what Betra was up to. The Nobek’s laugh sent the hairs on my body standing straight up.

  “You are a fiend, my Imdiko. Oh, how nice of you to prepare it too, though she’s practically dripping all over the place.”

  “Here you go.” I could hear the evil smile in Betra’s voice. “Spread your legs, Shalia.”

  Something thick and slippery pressed against my pussy. I moaned and relaxed against the implacable invasion. I knew what is was without looking. The dildo Katrina had given to me for Christmas slid inside, filling me. My sheath clenched around the thickness, delighting in the infiltration.

  Oses pumped it in and out of me, until I arched. My feet kicked the air behind me as electricity jolted me from the inside. I cried out.

  “That’s right. Surrender to your fucking and then submit to your punishment, naughty girl,” Betra said.

  Oses left off playing with the dildo. His calloused hands squeezed my ass, warming the flesh up with rough care. Readying me for discipline. I panted as excitement arced higher.

  I thought he would spank me next. With Oses, I should know better than to assume anything by now. Instead of roasting my rear, he returned to plunging the dildo in my eager sex once again. Each thrust brought a surge of rapture, bringing me to the cusp of realization. I shook all over, readying for cataclysm.

  Then the dildo stopped moving. The next instant agonizing blasts of fiery pain crashed over my buttocks. Oses’s hard hand took me to task, and I howled. His other hand held me in place for the torment, pinning me between the shoulder blades.

  “That’s it, naughty girl,” Betra said from high above me. “You can yell all you wish.”

  Oses convinced me to yell, all right. One second, it was from amazing passion as he worked the dildo in and out of me. The next instant, I wailed as he made my ass throb. It wasn’t long before I lost track of what was pain and what was pleasure. It all felt extreme; a pulsing, buzzing feeling that filled me from head to toe.

  I was positive it couldn’t get more intense. Then Oses smacked my mound. An agonizing ecstasy swept through me. I thought I might black out from the power of it.

  The floor beneath me swam into focus after several seconds. I wasn’t sure if I’d climaxed or not. I didn’t know what had happened. I only knew it had been profound.

  After a stretch of dizzy, misty confusion, a cup of water pressed to my lips. “Drink,” Betra ordered.

  I did. As I re-hydrated, I came back to myself. By the time I’d swallowed the last drop, I was aware that Oses gently stroked my throbbing butt. The dildo had been removed. I was still insanely aroused. The need to orgasm was a demanding urge.

  “I’m okay now, masters,” I mumbled in a thready voice. I’d yelled myself hoarse.

  “Then you may serve Betra again.” Oses stroked my hair. “Lie on the bed. Hold yourself open for him. Offer your pussy and ass for his use.”

  I moved awkwardly, my body not quite sure of itself yet. I knew Oses and Betra watched carefully, ready to call a halt if I showed signs of real weakness. Knowing I was safe enveloped me in warmth, a thick blanket of comfort.

  I managed to get myself in position. I looked up at Betra looming over me. Oh heavens. Wasn’t he stunning with the top of his formsuit pulled down to his thighs ... long straight hair fanning out over his muscled shoulders ... powerful chest so beautifully sculpted ... strong arms ... and a face that looked at me with adoring desire. I’m used to seeing him, and yet it was as if I saw him for the first time in weeks. He sent my senses reeling.

  I had hooked my knees over my hands, holding them bent up and out. Noticing Betra as I did at that moment, I pulled my legs wider. I invited that stunning perfection to share himself with me, undeserving as I was. Every fiber of me yearned to be joined with him.

  He leaned over me, his fingertips brushing over my jaw. His purple eyes gaze into mine. His gentle
touch traced my jaw, down my throat, over my breasts, down my belly.

  He sighed and spoke the very thing I’d been thinking about him. “Am I worthy of you?”

  I bit my lip, fighting off a sudden urge to weep. How could he believe for a single second he didn’t merit better?

  I had no chance to tell Betra it was me who came up short on the worthiness measurement. He entered me, and desire had me in its jaws once more. Brute craving shoved sentimentality aside.

  Betra’s glad moan at my intimate clutch spoke his pleasure better than any words ever could. He sank in deep, as deep as he could. I sighed to feel us lock together, man and woman.

  His kiss was as penetrating, as if he would draw in my very being through touch. His hips rose and fell, stimulating me with slow, careful friction that emphasized our connection. I continued to offer myself to him, surrendering unconditionally.

  I gloried in the sensations. Betra’s tongue twined about mine, letting me taste each nuance of him. My soft breasts molded against the firm planes of his chest. His strong hands gripped my ass, dimpling the flesh as his fingertips dug in. Our lower abdomens slid against each other as he moved in and out of me. The delicious passage of his cocks, as they forged inside me again and again, set my insides on fire.

  What started as a sweet bonding swelled into fervent passion. Our bodies grew slick with arousal and sweat. Ardor drove us into a more primal expression. Sighs and moans devolved into grunts and snarls. Betra battered me with violent thrusts, and I matched his rhythm, shoving up to greet his plunges. I was combusting, my lust an inferno. I was determined to consume us both in its blistering embrace. Our lovemaking was violent, as if we were as determined to hurt as grant each other blessed release. With Betra pounding into me and me biting and clawing him, we succeeded in both aims.

  We ignited, our screams the twisted ecstasies of demented souls reveling in Hell. My womanhood contracted so hard, I thought I might rip Betra’s jerking flesh from his groin. My channel flexed over and over, squeezing each drop of passion he had until he fell on top of me with a final cry.

  My arms and legs flopped boneless to the bed as my pussy pulsed its final ripples. As limp as I was, my mind was energized. I lay there with Betra’s hair covering my features, exquisitely aware of the tiny trembles of his softening cocks. I felt hyper-alert to all of it; the feeling of the man blanketing me with his heart pounding through his chest into mine, the musk-spice scent of the sex we’d had, the sound of Betra’s breath gradually steadying, the strands of midnight-black hair that draped over my nose, cheeks and chin.

  After a few minutes, the Imdiko roused. He rose off of me, propping himself on his elbows to gaze at me. “Okay down there?”

  “Amazing,” I purred. “Thank you.”

  Slight movement to one side reminded us we were not alone. We turned our heads to find Oses on the bed with us, a couple of feet away. He reclined on his side, head propped in his palm, a slight smile easing his rough features.

  “How was the show?” Betra laughed.

  “Exciting,” the Nobek growled. “I enjoyed it.”

  The man’s shafts were swollen and curling toward his stomach. Yeah, he’d enjoyed it all right.

  “Water? Protein drink before I set him loose on you?” Betra asked me.

  “Yes to all of the above,” I grinned. After my conversation with Candy, I wanted extra opportunities to enjoy my lovers. I was intent on making every second count while I could.

  After taking a few minutes to re-energize, I was raring to go once more. I licked my lips in anticipation as I waited to discover what Betra would have me do for Oses.

  “Lie on the bed,” my liaison encouraged the Nobek. “I’ll have her do things you’ll enjoy.”

  Oses did so, though he gave Betra a suspicious look. “I’ve come to know how devious you are.” He settled in a prone position. “Watch yourself, my Imdiko.”

  Betra grinned. “Devious, maybe, but I promise this will make you happy. Shalia, kneel over his face. He’s been very patient and earned a taste of both of us.”

  Oses’s eyes widened, and real delight appeared on his expression. Since Betra had just come inside me, he would indeed taste his would-be clanmate along with me. I had to hand it to our heterosexual friend; he was good at finding work-arounds when it came to sharing himself with Oses.

  I crawled up the bed, more than happy to straddle Oses’s head. I made sure I didn’t kneel on his coarse hair, brushing it to his corded neck and shoulders.

  “That’s it. Lower yourself so he can go in deep,” Betra ordered.

  I squatted until the Nobek’s wet lips brushed my swollen sex. With a happy sound, Oses dove in.

  His rough tongue swept over the soft trembling petals, sending tingles up my spine. I braced myself, hands flat on the sleeping mat as he licked me over and over. Ticklish trills danced over my folds with the brush of his broad, warm touch. Only when he’d thoroughly lapped all traces of love from the outside did he dip inside.

  Oses began with gentle questing flicks. Apparently, he found something he liked because he wrapped his arms around my thighs to make me grind down on him. He drove in deep, plundering my softness. That man’s tongue should be designated a lethal weapon. I moaned as he devoured me, demanding every drop of my and Betra’s combined bliss.

  He withdrew, letting him seal his lips against me. He sucked hard, as if he could draw out more. It was an exhilarating sensation. Then he did the same thing to my clit, his talented flesh whipping back and forth across the avid tip. I squalled as a knot of pleasure formed there.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh!”

  It was so intense, I tried to move aside. Oses held me in place, making me take the near-painful jolts of building ecstasy. My arms gave out, dumping me face-first onto the bed. I pounded the mat with frantic fists, yelling into the rumpled cover. My guts gathered themselves for a final heave into orgasm.

  Before I could realize shattering resolution, Oses pushed me aside, sending me rolling away. I gasped loudly as I stared at him, not quite believing he’d denied me. He regarded me with amusement as he licked wetness from his lips.

  “You—” I started to say.

  “Slave,” Betra barked. “Whose pussy is that to reward or deny?”

  My jaw snapped shut, making my teeth click together. I swallowed the sulkiness from my tone before I replied, “This pussy belongs to my masters.”

  “That’s right, pet,” Oses grinned. “Thank your Imdiko master for saving you from saying anything that would keep you from orgasms for a week.”

  He wouldn’t dare. Oh hell, yes he would. I adjusted my attitude in a hurry.

  “Thank you, Master.” I lowered my gaze. “I am grateful that you reminded me of my duty.”

  “You are welcome. Now show that gratitude by climbing on top of our Nobek. Face his feet so he can watch your ass take his primary.”

  “Mmm,” rumbled Oses. “And here I was, ready to refuse having her on top.”

  “I told you that you’d enjoy what I’d have her do. Besides, when have you ever regretted letting me have control?”

  “You have a point. I bow to your wisdom, my friend.”

  While they exchanged pleasantries, I crept to Oses’s eager groin to perform my duty as ordered. And what a wonderful task riding the Nobek would be.

  As soon as I was in position, masculine steel nudging at my tightest entrance, Betra said, “Slowly. Carefully. He wants to feel every bit of penetration.”

  I thought I heard Oses’s breath catch. I reached beneath me to help guide him in. His flesh was branding-hot in my hand, smooth and slick and throbbing. I descended, letting the tip of his cock tease open my still-relaxed ass. After Betra’s wild ride, I was primed for it.

  Just as the larger cock had delved far enough in that it no longer needed my hand to keep it in place, the smaller nudged my clit. I adjusted it, my eyelids fluttering with pleasure as my pussy swallowed its tapered end. I eased down onto Oses, delighting in him filling m
e up. The doubled girth rubbed his advancing lengths against all the right places. I shuddered with enjoyment and groaned a welcome.

  “Lick his juices from your hand,” Betra said.

  I did so, exulting in the Nobek’s flavor once again. As I cleaned my fingers and palm, I continued to sink down, slowly enveloping my lover. I took my time, prolonging Oses’s anticipation and pleasure. His low groans informed me of how much he appreciated the gesture. I appreciated it pretty well myself as I enjoyed every inch forging into me, making us one.

  At last we were joined. I sat on Oses, sensing him so incredibly deep inside me. I flexed inner muscles just so he’d jerk in response. I received a swat on my butt for it. I ducked my head down to hide a grin from Betra.