Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  Seot wasn’t interested in either the seascape or Anrel. He gazed at me with warm eyes and a soft smile. It made my heart beat fast. I went all gooey warm inside. Had a man ever stared at me that way before? Well, Betra and Oses had been devoted lovers, so I’m sure they had…but regarding Seot, I couldn’t remember it. I couldn’t remember anything as we gazed at each other from across the balcony.

  He held out his arms to me. I drifted from Cifa’s side, scarcely feeling the release of his hand or the soft flooring beneath me. I floated to the stunning Dramok who summoned me without speaking a word. His power was benevolent but absolute. There was no question of my obedience.

  I drew near enough to feel his warmth. He pulled me up against him so I could feel the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, the swollen desire he had for me. I went pliant all over as his kiss descended on my lips, his tongue sweeping in to taste me. I could have melted in his arms right then. I was boneless, my body weak with desire. Though I hadn’t felt battered or hurt in any way, it was as if I’d found welcome shelter in a raging storm. That was how good it was to be held and kissed by Seot, as if we hadn’t done it numerable times before.

  Ah, but tonight was not going to be a tease. Tonight was the consummation of all those episodes of innuendo, of cuddling, of climax without penetration.

  His tongue stroked mine, making love already. I gathered the little strength I had left to wrap my arms around his corded neck, my fingers twining in his long hair. I pulled at him to bring him closer, though we were already as close as we could be with our clothes on. I couldn’t get enough. My body yearned to absorb his, to make him a permanent part of me.

  Seot pushed me gently away, breaking the kiss. “If you’re not too cold, I’m going to undress you.”

  “I’m not cold,” I gasped, my vision hazy. I was flushed and feverish from head to toe. Hell, I was on fire.

  Seot tugged at my tank top, which was tucked into my skirt. He tossed it at the opening in the floor, sending it down the stairs to the room below. “No worrying about your clothes blowing out to sea,” he chuckled.

  “Thanks. I’d hate to see a rizpah wearing my skirt,” I teased.

  Said skirt went the way of my top, as did my bra and panties. I’d taken my shoes off earlier in the day. I suppose they were on the main deck…not that I spared much thought for those poor abandoned slippers when I was naked before Seot.

  It crossed my mind that perhaps another boat might pass us by, or perhaps our shipmates would have their own temporary decks suddenly appear out the side of the ship. I was extremely exposed out there. However, it didn’t register on my Worry Meter a bit. All my attention was on Seot, as if he’d collared and leashed it. Whatever he wanted, including having me out and about in my birthday suit, was my only consideration at the moment. Under his regard, I wouldn’t have noticed a parade marching by. My awareness centered on him.

  “Pretty girl,” he crooned to me, his burning gaze sweeping over my body. “Stand there and let me touch you.”

  His fingers traced over my face, trailing down my throat in a path that shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was. Somehow, every inch of my skin had a direct connection to my clit, zapping sensation straight to my core. I could barely breathe as his touch moved lower.

  He brushed over my nipples, which were already tightening to sharp points. While he did that, he stared into my eyes. I trembled all over, as helpless as I would have been in cuffs or chains. His thumbs rasped over the tips to make me shake all the harder.

  “Stay nice and still for me,” he whispered before bending down. He sucked a breast in his mouth. I thought my knees would liquefy right then and there, especially when his rough tongue ran over the flesh he’d captured.

  He kissed his way to the other breast and mouthed it too. I moaned and swayed, losing myself to the sensations.

  “Now, now,” Seot chastised, rising up and shaking his head at me. “I said stay still, didn’t I? Be good, Shalia. Misbehavior means trouble.”

  My insides were tumbling madly from the little he’d done. Remaining motionless was becoming an impossible prospect. My sex ached for me to rub my thighs together, to grant it some friction for pleasure’s sake. Especially in the wake of Seot’s warning…my imagination desperately wanted to address what kind of trouble misbehavior might win me.

  I fought not to envision punishment at the hands of Seot. If I allowed myself to contemplate such things, it would be impossible for me to stay quiet and obedient.

  Instead, I clenched my fists at my sides and stiffened my knees, willing myself to remain tranquil. I knew how unlikely success was to be my ally. I could only stare up at Seot’s knowing smile, supplicating for mercy with my eyes.

  Instead, he resumed petting me. My stomach clenched at his light stroke over it, moving down, down, down. A billion butterflies took flight, fluttering wildly within. A tremor ran down the length of my spine.

  His smile deepened, but he didn’t halt. He fondled me, his hand diving between my legs to find me damp. I couldn’t keep my hips from jerking to feel his warm palm against me.

  “Shalia, you’re not minding me,” Seot said, his tone mild. “Didn’t I say you were to keep still?”

  “Yes, Dramok,” I moaned. I’d gone immobile again, but it took all I had to not rub against the hand cupping my sex.

  He delivered a sudden, sharp slap to my slit. I yelped, the burst of pain exhilarating and making me hotter than before.

  “Do as you’re told,” Seot said in that same benign voice. “First, you may spread your legs a bit wider. Hands on top of your head, too. Now remain that way, or I’ll have to correct you again.”

  His fingers slipped through my folds, making soft wet sounds as they investigated every nook and cranny. Oh sweet prophets, I flooded his hand as brilliant heat flamed bright within my gut.

  “Mmm,” he smiled with appreciation. “So wet. So ready to be loved. What an incredible pussy you have, Shalia.”

  I fought the desperate urge to grind against his touch. Dear heavens, I wanted to move, to turn the bright sparks of passion into lightning bolts of climax. Involuntary pulses tempted me to misbehave, shocks that I battled against even as Seot’s play goaded me to disobey.

  He slid two fingers inside me, reaching deep within. I sucked in a harsh breath as I was invaded. A fervent spasm made my womanhood clutch. He chuckled and worked in and out, fucking me.

  This wasn’t the first instance he’d pleasured me in such a fashion, and he was well aware of where to apply the most pressure. I shuddered as he directed overwhelming friction to the sensitive spot within me. My legs quaked as violent rapture rippled through me.

  As he thrust into me over and over, Seot squeezed my breasts in turn. Whether he was rough or gentle, I couldn’t tell. My senses were amped up, and every touch was profound. I stood before him, balanced between agony and ecstasy as he pushed me closer and closer to where I felt I must react.

  Which I did when his thumb dragged slowly across my clit. Sheer rapture stabbed bright and shattering within me, and my hips bucked.

  Seot immediately pulled free and slapped my pussy. The pain was as incredible as the pleasure, and I damned near came on the spot even as my hips jerked. Heat flared.

  Seot stood over me, watching me fight for control. His expression was pleasant, patient like a parent correcting a child. I finally settled, panting and trembling, to his satisfaction. He tsked me.

  “I hope you’ll try to do better,” he sighed. “You are such a lovely girl, but you don’t follow directions well.”

  I didn’t have a chance to respond. He slid his fingers in and pumped with greater enthusiasm than before. I stood there, taking it without complaint, without movement beyond the shuddering I could no more stop than I could stop the tide. At least he didn’t punish me for that.

  When his thumb stroked my clit again, I once more lost control. Another swat to my sex, another near orgasm. Three more times, Seot did that to me. He never lost tha
t tolerant, caring expression, which really messed with my head.

  After the last, I was a whimpering wreck, begging him for mercy. As please after please tumbled from my lips, Seot gave me the kind of sympathetic look reserved for pitiful, abandoned puppies. He pulled me into his arms and kissed the entirety of my face.

  “It’s all right, sweet girl. Hush now. I’m going to make it all better. Hush.”

  Seot lifted me up and placed me carefully on the sleeping mat. “Attend to her,” he called as he moved down so that his torso was framed by my bent thighs.

  A moment later, Cifa and Larten were there. Cifa’s adorable features eclipsed the star-scattered sky overhead. His kisses were gentle on my lips. Larten’s were more demanding but every bit as sweet as he mouthed my breasts and belly.

  It was the feeling of Seot’s mouth on my womanhood that lit me up, however. The ache there doubled, then tripled as his tongue dove in. He feasted as if he’d never tasted a woman before, leaving me squalling into Cifa’s mouth. Champagne fizz bubbled in my core, passion growing by leaps and bounds until I writhed against them. Impending climax tickled at my eager flesh, goaded on by the Dramok’s devouring enthusiasm.

  The sensations grew in intensity, coalescing into a bright point. All I required was a final push, and I would ignite. I trembled at the verge, waiting for that provocation.

  Seot’s rough tongue dragged from my entrance, rasping over the engorged petals of my cunt. Up and up...heading for my throbbing clit. I was so primed for it that the climax began a bare moment before he swept up the side, over the top, and down the other side.

  The sea we rode upon was as calm as could be imagined, but my body was storm-swept by the tide of orgasm. It rolled over me in a mighty swell, drowning me in sweet obliteration. It heaved to and fro, tossing me not in darkness, but in a blinding white void.

  When I began to drag myself out of the pounding surges of elation, I discovered Seot gently fucking my ass with a smallish plug. No wonder the orgasm had endured so long…my rear entry is sensitive to play. Feeling the toy moving in and out caused another new surge of excitement, leaving me gasping.

  “Having a good night?” Cifa asked when I calmed down again.

  I laughed breathlessly and gave him a shove. “No, it’s absolutely awful. I’m thinking of swimming home right now.”

  Larten gave his Imdiko a wink. “Change her mind, clanmate.”

  Cifa laughed and stood up next to the mat. He stripped off his shorts, all he wore. His cocks, long and thick and utterly divine, saluted me.

  I couldn’t quite reach, but I wiggled fingers in his direction anyway. “Want! Gimme, gimme, gimme.”

  “What are you going to do with them?” He pretended anxiety.

  “Lick ‘em like lollipops, you walking piece of candy.”

  Larten and Seot erupted in laughter. Cifa zipped onto the mat and knelt over me so his shafts waved before my face. I happily put my mouth and hands to work on him, filling my senses with his sweetish-spicy flavor. Yum.

  I heard Larten say, “She smells delicious, my Dramok. Is there any chance you would swap places with me?”

  “By all means, my Nobek. I apologize for being selfish.”

  “Not at all. I wouldn’t volunteer to move from between her legs either.”

  More laughter. Those guys have too much fun.

  The plug was seated securely in my ass, stretching me for use. A mouth tugged at first one breast then the other. A tongue ran deliciously over my slit. All hilarity disappeared, replaced by re-awakened arousal.

  I drew hungrily on Cifa’s smaller cock while moving my hand up and down his primary. His hips swayed to my rhythm, feeding me his length. He took control, shifting so I’d suck the front cock for a while, then the smaller again. His movements grew stronger with each switch. At last he was fucking my mouth with the larger of the shafts, sending spurts of sweet-salty pre-cum against my tongue.

  Seot began by kissing my breasts gently, then suckling on the tips as he squeezed the mounds. Growing demanding as Cifa had, he progressed to pinching so that I squirmed at the delightful hurt. As Cifa thrust with increasing insistence, Seot clapped heavy smacks against the sides of my breasts, turning them hot under his torment.

  Larten lapped my folds while slowly stroking my clit between his fingers, forcing wetness from me for his enjoyment. When I began to kick the mat from growing arousal, he pinned my thighs to his shoulders. My feet pawed helplessly at the night as he fed and fed and fed, driving me crazier by the second.

  The three men had fooled me with tenderness to start with, lulling me into my wonderfully vulnerable position. Now they worked at me with a will, driving me until I strained beneath their weight. I had no escape, and they played mercilessly until my body begged for release.

  Cifa finally moved away with a groan. “I have to stop if I’m going to come in her pussy.”

  Seot chuckled and landed a couple of smacks on the Imdiko’s ass. “I thought you were a bit loud. Move, Larten. It’s time Shalia received that long-awaited fucking we promised her.”

  Larten slid back, releasing my legs from the prison of his grip. He sidled close to lie next to me as Cifa took his place. Seot reclined on my other side.

  Cifa eased the plug out. He crouched over me. He and the others kissed and caressed me for a few seconds, probably to help the Imdiko calm down.

  The moment came when I was to be joined with a member of Clan Seot. Staring into my eyes, Cifa gripped his cocks and lowered his groin to mine. I opened to him.

  He sank into me, hard and hot, and found me soft and welcoming. I moaned as he filled me front and back. Yet another big guy, big enough to make me ache gloriously. Big enough that the friction of his entry hit all the best places right. We were both wet, and despite the snug confines of my body, he slipped in easily. Our bodies met, and he hit something within me that made my sex flex in reaction. My spine bowed, and I emitted a high-pitched cry.

  Cifa’s sigh turned into a groan. “Oh, ancestors. Oh, Mother of All. Oh, Shalia’s prophets.”

  Seot and Larten reacted with identical surprise. “Is she that good?” the Nobek asked.

  “Oh. Oh, wait until you feel her.” Cifa called to the stars. “Thank you, Mother of All, for putting us on the lottery so I could have this.”

  I was similarly delighted to be joined to him at long last, but I had to laugh at Cifa’s show of spiritual reverence over having sex with me. “Haven’t you ever had a woman before?”

  “Not an Earther. This is amazing. You have no idea. I wish you could feel what I’m feeling.”

  “I’d enjoy the opportunity tonight, so hurry up,” Seot said, smacking his Imdiko’s ass as he had earlier. For a second, his usually patient tone contained a low growl.

  “Ow, ow, okay.” Cifa pulled out of me slowly, however, his eyes rolling as he enjoyed the sensations.

  I’m pretty sure my eyes were rolling too. He was rubbing my hotspot so that I continued to spasm as heat roiled my insides. “Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, that’s amazing.”

  “Fuck,” Cifa echoed as my sheath clutched at his retreating length. He paused before he could slip out entirely. He started to pant. “Damn, this is going to be over far too soon.”

  “Not for me,” Larten growled. His expression had gone dark and feral.

  “Go jump in the ocean and cool off then,” Cifa snarled. He showed his fangs to Larten. The Nobek went still and regarded him with amazement. Seot snorted in disbelief. Apparently, they rarely gave the Imdiko a reason to get mad and weren’t used to seeing him react as he had.

  Neither said another word. Smart guys…I’ve learned Imdikos are nothing to fuck with when they get pissed off.

  Showing fangs, Cifa slipped fully in me again, his flesh moving against all those sensitive places to set me writhing beneath him. He ground against me, rubbing against my clitoris. His gaze darkened as I cried out in bliss. Sweet prophets, it was my turn to gasp for air. I clutched him, feeling the astound
ing manner his muscles moved as he fucked me with a deliberate pace.

  He moved faster as passion drove him, taking me with more force, rubbing my clit when our bodies met. The pleasure was overwhelming and I clawed at his back, expressing the furious arousal ripping into me.

  My nails scratching his skin drove him wilder than ever. His face burrowed against my neck. The exquisite agony of his fangs stabbed into my flesh.

  The pain was over in an instant. I waiting for the euphoria that would come from the intoxicating venom of Cifa’s fangs as he pounded against me, driving me, forcing me to take him. My body was a riot of elation, and I couldn’t imagine it feeling any better. Yet curls of bliss were already invading my brain, enslaving me to pleasure and heightening my senses.

  My whole being exulted as Cifa released the bite. He licked the wounds languorously, but he growled all the while and beat a relentless tattoo within me. I shrieked as a thunderclap of jubilation overcame me, sending me into paroxysms of ecstasy.