Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

My vision was hazy when Larten lifted away. He laughed at the expression on my face. “Such a compliment to have you glassy-eyed when we’re only starting. My Dramok, I humbly request the use of this entire lounger.”

  “No problem.” Seot rose and took a step away, keeping close to watch. Cifa came to his side, his eyes wide and expression fascinated. Both were obviously aroused.

  “Thank you.” Larten moved me so that my full length lay stretched, with my arms extended slightly over my head. “Let’s review, Shalia. When sex is involved, you’ve always been clear that you prefer the men in control. Has that changed?”

  “No,” I grouched, wiggling with impatience. “I insist on us both naked.”

  “My priority is what you need. What you need is for me to assert what I desire.”

  I huffed a breath. He was right, but why couldn’t he take some clothes off? Why was it such a big deal?

  He smiled, looking like a patient dad about to render some tough love. “You know it’s true. Be a good girl and apologize for not behaving.”

  “I’m sorry.” I had no problem telling him what he demanded to hear if it would end with us getting naughty in a hurry.

  “That was fast,” Cifa snickered.

  “Too fast.” Larten’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not certain it was sincere.”

  “Oh, come on,” I whined. “I apologized. What more do you want? Should I take out an advertisement too?”

  Seot and Cifa laughed. Larten grinned, but he wasn’t placated by any means. “You don’t have to go that far. We’ll work on this until I feel you’re in earnest, however.”

  I had no idea what to make of his statement. It sounded threatening, though. Deciding silence was the better part of valor, I said nothing.

  Larten wasn’t waiting for a response anyway. He tugged at my blouse, pulling it up and over my head and stripping it free of my arms. “I’ll grant half of your request. You can be naked, but only because it’s what I insist upon. Your wishes play no part in this.” He tossed the shirt aside.

  My bra followed quickly after, along with skirt and panties. The room had felt cool earlier, but the hot gazes raking over me had brought the temperature up by several degrees. I was close to sweating.

  Larten grinned at the other two. “Feel free to join me in winning a real apology out of our wayward girl.”

  A second invitation wasn’t required. I was covered in males at a moment’s notice.

  Seot’s mouth covered mine, working as if to make me forget Larten’s breathtaking kisses. He caresed my breast, alternating between squeezing and pinching so that pleasure and pain chased endlessly after each other. Cifa concentrated on the other breast: he kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped until I didn’t know bliss from hurt.

  It was Larten who truly took me to task. He sucked in my clit, pummeling it with his talented tongue. At the same time, he plunged two fingers into my pussy and searched for the inner hotspot. He found it with the unerring instincts of a hunter and rubbed delicious friction against it.

  I writhed under the sensual assault, yelling into Seot’s mouth. They weren’t having it. They held me down, keeping me from doing anything more than the barest squirming. I had no choice but to lie there as they forced intense arousal on me.

  Intense, it was. I was swamped by a gnawing craving so immense that I strained for climax within seconds. Need roared through me, flaring brightest where they touched me. The moment my pussy clenched, however, Larten’s fingers went still and he released my clit. I trembled violently, my whole body tensed with reaction. I tried to kick as I was walloped with frustration, but the Nobek had positioned himself over my spread legs, pinning me down. The only protest I could voice was the wail that Seot’s kiss muffled.

  Little by little, I quieted from frenzied desire to throbbing arousal. It wasn’t much of an improvement since Seot and Cifa kept my motor revving. My breasts stung from the more powerful attentions they gave them, but what they did made me burn. Seot’s kiss wasn’t merely a token of affection either. He claimed my mouth with demand, proclaiming his ownership with every flick of his tongue. He sought to conquer me with his kiss, forcing me to surrender to its demands.

  When my pussy had ceased to clutch desperately at Larten’s fingers for a couple of minutes, he drove hard into me again. His mouth and tongue attacked my clit. A clap of thunder went off inside my womanhood, and I yanked desperately at the hovercuffs that held my wrists prisoner. As if I could escape. As if I could force my will. It was laughable, but I struggled as my senses were blasted by nuclear passion. Meanwhile, my sex raced toward the explosive sensation, ready to deliver me to sweet annihilation.

  An annihilation that didn’t come. As soon as Larten sensed I was closing in on climax, he stopped again. I was left on the verge of orgasmic obliteration, forced to watch as it grew dimmer and disappeared.

  I squalled. I know there are far worse things than a missed climax, but that doesn’t change the fact that it sucks. Especially when it was as good as I’d been denied.

  “Someone’s feelings are hurt.” Somehow Cifa’s teasing voice won out over the roar in my ears.

  “She’ll learn. I am a professional trainer with a one hundred percent success rate,” Larten snickered. “And most of my students are far less intelligent than our girl.”

  Cifa didn’t respond. He was sucking on my breast again, scraping his teeth over the nipple to deliver excruciating pleasure.

  Larten waited for me to quiet before latching onto my clit again. My body rose to the siren call of sensual destruction with a sense of doom. I couldn’t deny the gorgeous rapture that hurried me towards orgasm even though I wouldn’t be allowed to have it. I was a damned soul, given a glimpse into paradise but never allowed to enter the gates.

  I was so close to detonation that for a single sweet moment, I thought Larten couldn’t possibly stop me. He did, allowing only the first quivers of obliteration before denying me.

  How many times did I endure being taken to the pinnacle only to be turned away? I lost count. My cries, muffled by Seot’s endless kiss, grew louder with each refusal to let me come. My pussy ached, not just pulsing with need, but pounding with my heartbeat. I was overwhelmed by desperation.

  Larten’s voice at last came from far away. “Shalia, I’ll ask Seot to let you speak now. Remember that Anrel is asleep in the other room.”

  Seot drew back. His smiling lips were puffy from our long kiss. All three looked at me, their different facial structures somehow identical from the single expression they wore. They’d tormented me beyond belief, but all I saw was adoration. Even fierce Larten looked openly devoted.

  It shook me deep inside. I realized their many declarations that I was the only woman for them had not been flattery. They meant it. For a millisecond, I was seized with terror.

  Not knowing I was having a revelation, Larten remained focused on our current situation. “You must offer your apology with sincerity. If I believe you, you’ll be allowed to come. If not—” a cruel grin spread across his face “—then what we’ve been doing will seem like only a tease.”

  As he spoke, he stroked my clit and pussy with a light touch. I was so wound up that I gasped and strained as arousal surged yet again.

  I couldn’t remember what it was I was supposed to be apologizing for. If it would get me off, I’d proclaim my guilt for all of Armageddon, for the evils that had befallen the universe since the beginning of its creation.

  In a ragged, desperate whisper, I said, “I am so sorry. I really, really am; I swear I’ll never do it again. I promise on my immortal soul I’ll be good.”

  Seot shot Larten an amused smile. “That sounded authentic to me.”

  “I agree. All right, my clan, she’s earned her reward.”

  They were on me before I registered my apology had been accepted. Another penetrating kiss to devour me. Hands and a mouth on my breasts and belly to claim me. Friction against the hotspot within my desperate pussy. Wet warmth stroking my clit.

/>   The vicious craving returned, a brutal demand that made me want to scream. It grew monstrous and huge faster than before, eclipsing all sense, all sanity. I fell before it, blinded by its shadow as it fell upon me.

  It tore through me, shredding and consuming in great, violent seizures. I was rent from the inside out, engulfed by a rapacious appetite that would not stop feeding until every bit of me had been swallowed down. I was shattered and razed in a seething maelstrom of furious glory.

  Have I mentioned what a lucky girl I am?

  I came out of the storm wrecked beyond redemption. The men chuckled breathlessly, the crotches of their pants darkened. It was a good thing the guys didn’t require my attention, because I was the most useless thing in creation.

  “Are you still holding off on the full sex party?” I asked later as we crowded on my cramped sleeping mat.

  “Only because we’ve agreed our first encounter – the first time we make actual love – should be in a romantic setting,” Seot said, snuggling me against his chest. “I promise the night we cast off on Cifa’s ship, the wait will be over.”

  “The best possible way to christen the maiden voyage,” Cifa mumbled sleepily in my ear. The Imdiko spooned against my back. Larten was behind him, and both had their arms and legs slung over me. I was ridiculously well cuddled.

  “Talk about your bon voyages,” I sighed. “I can’t wait to cast off.”

  December 9 (early)

  Anrel woke ahead of the alarms Clan Seot had set. The guys were primed for a leisurely breakfast before having to run off to their respective duties. Cifa was more than happy to take responsibility for readying the baby for her public, and he told me to do the same for myself. He barked orders at Seot and Larten, making them practice taking care of Anrel.

  Giggling to hear the sweet-voiced Imdiko giving commands to his Dramok and Nobek, I snagged a clean outfit. On my way to the bathroom, I furtively grabbed my portable com as well.

  I turned on the shower to mask the sound of me comming Betra and Oses. They were out of range of real-time communications, so I had to leave a message.

  “Hi guys. I’m just checking in. Anrel and I made it to the complex okay. All is fine with us. We’re leaving in a few days again to take that cruise with Clan Seot. Candy and her lone Nobek are going with us.”

  I thought about Betra and Oses and experienced a painful tug in my chest. I don’t deny I’m having a great deal of fun with Clans Seot and Aslada. It’s wonderful to not worry about being attacked by Tragooms and other aliens too. But I sure did miss my former shipmates. They would always have place in my heart.

  There wasn’t much to tell them, because I’d sent them a message just before I’d left Clan Aslada. They hadn’t had the opportunity to respond to that yet, but they’d want to know we’d gotten ‘home’ safe and sound. I shared a few more tiny tidbits of gossip and then clicked the com off. I showered and shed a couple of tears (it still happens once in awhile), and hurried through making myself presentable enough to be seen in the dining room.

  Breakfast lifted my spirits. Anrel was bubbly after being relentlessly adored by the guys this morning. Her happy chirps and babble kept everyone smiling. Who can be grumpy when that bright beam and those twinkling purple eyes move your way? Have I mentioned lately how lucky I am to be her mom?

  Then the boys had to head out to work. Suddenly, Anrel and I were on our own.

  I was at a loss, especially since Candy was off at a doctor’s appointment. She’s taking care of some uterine fibroids. She should have done that on the transport that brought us here. By the time she’d consulted Tep about the painful and heavy periods she’d endured for most of her adult life, we’d been only days from Kalquor. Thanks to our repressive Earther society, Candy has a deep distrust of doctors, particularly males, taking care of her gynecological issues. Hence the delay in having anything done about the issue. Katrina finally decided enough was enough, dug into some research, and located a female Kalquorian doctor a few territories away. As the Earther Matara liaison, Katrina took it upon herself to bully Candy onto a shuttle to keep the appointment. It’ll be nice to see Candy not suffering from the awful cramps that double her over.

  There were any number of things I could do to occupy myself. Shop for the cruise. Work out. Take a class. Swim in the pool. Have a massage with a funky-looking Tratsod. Eat more food.

  Nothing appealed to me. It was like being at Clan Aslada’s home, almost. The difference was, I was in charge of Anrel again. No Manny Snoy was going to trot up and take her from me.

  “What do you want to do with yourself today?” I asked my adorable armful. She blew spit bubbles at me and laughed. “Ba-ba-ba-ba.”

  “The beach?” Now that had possibilities. My girl is like Cifa in that she seems to have seawater in her veins. Whether its playing with the sand (and trying to eat it by the handful) or splashing in the waves, Anrel is a certified beach baby.

  The beach it was then.

  I put her in the bright pink soaksuit she’d acquired during our stay with Clan Aslada. The color set her brown skin glowing. “Pink is definitely your color,” I told her. “If Auntie Candy was here, I’d have her put a matching bow in your hair. You are too cute for real life.”

  I donned a modest green one-piece and a lacy sarong. Anrel had a little cover-up jacket added to her outfit after I spritzed her liberally with sun protection. The spray made her laugh. I stuffed a carry bag with water, juice, and snacks for the two of us, a float belt for Anrel, along with some toys she could use in the sand. At last we were off to the beach.

  The walk was a long one, but I enjoyed it. It was nice to stroll along with only Anrel, watching her react to her surroundings. We were hailed by fellow Mataras we met along the way, and I stopped often to let them coo over the baby. As I neared the tunnel that would take us from the underground area to the beach, I saw more and more Kalquorians. The men bowed and the half dozen women nodded to me.

  Then we were in the tunnel, joining the moderate foot traffic. The scent of sea salt grew heavy, and Anrel crowed. She recognized the smell of the beach. She kicked and waved her arms in the sling I wore to carry her. I’d chosen well for our outing, it seemed.

  We reached the pink-sand beach, the color a pastel version of what Anrel wore. The moment my feet sank into the powder softness and my ears filled with the rumble of the green waves, peace settled over me. The sky was a soft watercolor blue overhead, stretching forever to the horizon. The cliffs reared up behind me, stately giants regarding the world with calm and everlasting strength.

  “Wow,” I breathed, taking it in. It’s amazing to know paradise is all around you.

  I headed down the beach, searching for a place for us to settle. With most Kalquorians at work, we had plenty of space to choose from. There were a few Earther girls, a scattering of Kalquorian men, and the occasional Kalquorian woman. That was all.

  I set Anrel down on the sand, only yards from where waves dashed back and forth. “What’s first?” I asked my excited child. She crawled towards the water.

  We spent the next hours in play, splashing around in the white-foam surf. That was followed by romping on the unbelievably soft sand. It was there that Anrel surprised me.

  She reached up and grasped the shoulder strap of my bathing suit. Then she pulled, nearly exposing me to our fellow sun worshippers. I tugged the strap out of her grasp. “Hey, I have enough romantic options,” I said. “You don’t have to attract any more for me.”

  She grabbed me again, gripping the top of my suit with both hands. I laughed as I took hold of her tiny fists. “Hey, stop trying to make me flash. Your old lady isn’t the peep show type, okay?”

  Anrel strained her arms, pushing down against my hands. She used the leverage to bounce her bottom on the sand. She unleashed a yell that I would have described as demanding.

  “What is it, sweet baby? Do you want to try standing? Is that what you’re trying to do?”

  I lifted her to her feet and
held her upright. She squealed and jerked in my grip. I put her hands on my shoulder…away from the strap she’d been determined to yank down…and let her try to hold herself up. She managed it for about three seconds before plopping onto her butt in the soft cushion of sand.

  “Look at you, big girl! You’re starting to stand!” I got out my handheld and set her up again. I took a picture of her balancing as she clutched my shoulder for a full five seconds, wearing a shocked and overjoyed look.

  She shouted, a tiny victor before plopping on her butt again. I laughed and applauded her.

  “Look how Anrel’s grown,” a wondering voice said from behind me. “And in such a short time!”

  I turned to see two familiar Kalquorian women standing behind me. I’d only met them once before, but they’d made an impression: Oni and Hina.

  It was Hina who had spoken. She knelt in the sand to smile at Anrel, not caring that her filmy green ankle-length dress and wavy waist-length hair were covered in pink sand. She was the prettier of the pair, with more delicate features than Oni’s. They were equally magnificent, muscled but still feminine, in the manner of the mythological Amazons. If I remembered correctly, they had both lost daughters to the damaging effects of the altered DNA of the Kalquorian race.