Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “My Dramok!” Cifa’s desperate cry was high-pitched.

  “Yes. Come in her mouth. Let her taste you.”

  Two more thrusts, and he obeyed, spurting his seed against my tongue and down my throat. Cifa’s cock jolted as it emptied, and he shouted with every burst.

  “Your turn, my Nobek. Give her and yourself the pleasure you are both due.”

  “Yes, my Dramok,” Larten groaned. His groin pounded mine, sending me into the sweetest of agonies, especially when he pressed the vibrator against my clit.

  I ignited, my cries muffled since Cifa was in my mouth. A second later, Larten yelled and surged so that he buried himself to the hilt in me.

  The air filled with our moans and gasps of completion. My ebbing spasms hadn’t quite ended when they unstrapped and lifted me from the apparatus.

  I hadn’t done a bit of the work, but I was as weak as a newborn kitten. Though the intoxicant had no doubt burned away, I drifted in a dreamlike state. Water and food were pressed on me, and I groggily accepted it. Then someone – Cifa, I think – fed me a stim tab. Energy and alertness seeped in, and I blinked at my grinning companions.

  “Whee.” My voice was weak. “That was quite the ride.”

  “You were incredible,” Cifa sighed. “I’m trying to remember when I’ve had so much fun, but I’m not coming up with anything.”

  Larten sighed, his face showing contentment. “I was serious about buying one of those contraptions, Seot.”

  The Dramok chuckled. “I’ll note it.”

  Seot was still aroused, his sexes standing at attention as he lounged with the rest of us on the cushion-covered floor.

  “You poor man,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

  “Take it easy for a little while. Relax. You were out of it, and I need to be sure you’re okay.”

  “Look at you. You need attention.”

  “I’ll have my chance.” He grinned and winked. “Trust me, I’ll take all I need once you’re ready for it. You might even regret offering yourself so eagerly.”

  I snorted. Regret making love to Seot? Not likely.

  Yet it was nice of him to put my needs before his. Did I say nice? He was downright chivalrous. Even though his cocks were swollen with the veins sticking out, he didn’t press me. Along with his satisfied clanmates, he saw to it that I was comfortable, fed, and hydrated. The man is an absolute prince.

  I felt a twinge of unworthiness yet again. I hate feeling that way, but this clan brings that concern to the fore. Even if I do deserve the three of them, I worry that it’s too good to last.

  Yet an hour later, when Seot’s gaze on me burned hot with intent, I forgot my unease. The moment I saw that spark of resolve in his eyes, my heart fluttered and my pussy spasmed. It’s a hell of a man who can turn a woman on with a look.

  He held his arms out to me. “Come to me, Shalia.”

  We were barely two feet apart, what with Cifa holding and snuggling with me. I crawled the short distance to Seot, my inner thighs going slick as my body responded to him. He gathered me up, pulling me onto his lap. He looked me over and smiled.

  “I believe you have a small streak of the exhibitionist in you? Especially when Cifa’s loudmouth brother isn’t around?”

  I laughed. “If I don’t know the people I’m exposing myself to or I’m disguised, it’s exciting.” I remembered wearing a fantastic feathered mask to the Pussy ‘Porter’s pleasure club, in the company of Betra and Oses. My heart skipped a beat.

  “No one here is with our group,” Seot told me. “I had Emalee check. Will you allow me to show you off to those who are here, people we’ll likely never encounter again?”

  “Are we going to have sex in front of them?”

  “Most certainly we will. I want others to appreciate how gorgeous you are when you come.”

  Excitement unfurled in my belly. “I’d like that.”

  He nuzzled my cheek and began to kiss a path down. “It was exciting watching you with my clan. I almost came watching the three of you together. It was a gift, being allowed to witness it.”

  He had reached my breast and licked it, warming it with his breath and rough tongue. Without warning, his fangs unhinged and he bit it, above the areola.

  I gasped at the brief shock of pain. Then I relaxed in his arms, letting him intoxicate me again. Euphoria coursed through me.

  Seot released the bite. “Now to put you into position.”

  He stood, lifting me in his arms as he did so. “Enalee, I need something for her to stand on between those pillars,” he called.

  “And attachments for restraints?” the Imdiko said as the other attendants scurried away. He touched the pillars that flanked the alcove’s entrance near their tops. Hooks emerged at the level of the top of his head. He bent and repeated the same thing at the columns’ bases.

  “You are excellent at anticipating needs,” Seot chuckled.

  “I do my best.” Enalee turned as the attendants came back, holding a heavy-looking black rectangle between them. It was a stand, and they arranged it between the pillars. Seot set me on my feet on top of it, putting me at eye level with Enalee. I started to pivot toward Seot.

  “No, love.” He lightly smacked my ass. “Face the main area. Let them enjoy your loveliness.”

  I obeyed. Enalee and the other pair had stepped aside, giving me an unobstructed view of the many other lovers entwined throughout the pavilion. A few gazed at me, expressions frank with curiosity as they continued to pleasure each other.

  Cifa and Larten had joined us, and they helped Seot secure me to the hooks in the columns with velvety soft bindings. My arms and legs were splayed wide, exposing me to anyone who cared to watch. As more and more gazes moved my direction, my arousal grew. They were looking at me, standing before them naked.

  Cifa and Larten stepped aside. Seot pressed against me from behind, his shafts hard against my bottom. Enalee wasn’t the only one who was good at his job. The other two attendants had found a platform of the perfect height.

  Seot’s arm snaked around me. He played with my breasts as he kissed along the line of my shoulder and neck, not halting until he reached my ear. “Are you wet for me yet, Shalia?”

  Ha. Had I not been wet since walking into this place? “Yes, Dramok. I’m very wet.”

  He pinched my nipple, sending me up on my toes. “You want me to fuck you in front of all these people, don’t you?”

  His words made my head spin. My sex clenched from hearing his wicked talk. Holy shit, I thought I could have come if he’d kept saying those things. “Yes, Dramok.”

  “Say it. Say that you want everyone to watch me fucking you.” He pinched the other nipple, and twisted, delightful pain shot straight to my clit.

  I sobbed the words breathlessly. “I want everyone to watch you fuck me.”

  “You want to come for me too.” His other hand brushed over my stomach, down to my mound.

  “Yes. Please, Dramok. I want to come for you.” My voice was loud and I didn’t care.

  “I’m going to make you come, Shalia. Over and over, you will do so, and everyone will watch you shaking and crying out with climax.”

  Words failed me. All I could do was groan as his fingertip circled my clit. My hips jerked of their own accord, trying to make Seot’s demands come true by making him touch me where it burned most.

  He did. I had a moment to realize his finger didn’t feel quite right when it began to vibrate against my most sensitive place. I thought, Fuck, he has a fingerpad vibe on. Then I didn’t think anymore.

  He rubbed all over my clit, sending a blast of electric excitement through me. I cried out, my body straining all over as lightning flashed. I was dimly aware of dancing on my tiptoes as arousal surged and brilliant white light flashed over my vision. Seot chuckled in my ear and pressed the vibe harder against my elated clit.

  “That’s it, precious. That’s my girl. You can’t go anywhere. You can’t escape me. You have no choice but to climax
for us all.”

  Orgasm galloped toward me at full speed. I couldn’t save myself from its sweet oblivion, so I gave in, letting it crush me beneath its power. It hit, pounding through me with unstoppable force.

  As I succumbed, Seot moved, aligning his cocks with my pussy and ass. While climax throbbed, he thrust in deep, spearing into my ass. The sudden fullness brought another crash of sensation, and I screamed as a stronger orgasm thundered and broke over me.

  “Your pleasure belongs to me,” I thought I heard Seot say, though making out his exact words proved difficult through the roaring in my ears and the peal of my screams. I caught enough to catch the gist though. He owned my desire. It obeyed him, devastating me at his bidding. I had no say in the matter.

  He kept me coming, over and over, until he couldn’t take anymore himself. “Shalia,” he moaned at last as he filled me with warmth. Then he said something else, something far too quiet for me to catch through the tumult of my senses…but now that I’m replaying the scene in my head, I’d swear the word “love” was in there.

  I think he said he loved me.

  If he did, I was too strung out and exhausted to notice it. I was damned near swooning when the men untied me and bore me to the couch. It took an hour of rest before I recovered sufficiently to address anything, and by then, we were talking and laughing over the fun we’d had. Enalee and his helpers made certain we had plenty of food and drink until we had the strength to dress and return to the inn where we were staying.

  “You do enjoy being on display,” Cifa noticed, his eyes twinkling with delighted mischief. “Do you realize how much fun we can have in the future with such a fetish?”

  “It was a little weird the first time I did something like that,” I admitted. “I don’t think I’d have ever had the guts to try it out if Betra and Oses hadn’t disguised me well enough that no one on the transport knew who I was.” I described the getup to them that had allowed me to attempt public sex.

  “I’m glad you decided to try it with us too,” Seot said. “It didn’t even require a disguise.”

  “After being displayed to others by Clan Aslada, I figured out that as long as I don’t know my audience, it feels safe to do. I don’t have to look them in the eye the next day,” I laughed. “The trail was blazed already, and here we are.”

  “Here we are,” Seot echoed.

  I noted his and the other two’s expressions weren’t quite as pleased as they’d been before. Were they disappointed they hadn’t been the first to introduce me to exhibitionism? Well, there wasn’t much I could do about that. I couldn’t very well turn back time, could I? As if I’d have denied myself the pleasures I’d enjoyed with the others!

  The instant passed. Seot’s demeanor remained serious, but when he spoke, it was for reasons other than not being first to score.

  “Shalia, I’m going to officially ask you to join our clan. I don’t expect an answer yet; not in the heat of the moment. If you accept, it has to be with a clear head so you don’t come to regret the decision.”

  I blinked at him. He’d said before that he and Cifa and Larten knew I was the mate for them, but this was official. My heart nearly stopped.

  Seot’s smile returned, a warmth that if I had the courage, I could bask in for the rest of my life. “As soon as you are certain, that you belong with us with no doubt, all you have to do is say so. You will be our Matara, and we will be the happiest clan in the universe.”

  Larten and Cifa nodded adamantly. They were on board. I only had to say the word, and I would join their clan.

  We returned to the inn. I was tuckered out. It was with great pleasure that I curled in bed with the trio, ready to grab whatever sleep I could before we climbed aboard our ship and set sail for the next adventure.

  December 19

  I woke early, grabbed a shower, and went shopping with Candy, Joelle, and Anrel. I insisted the guys stay behind, telling them I needed a “family outing” with my girls. I may have hurt their feelings, but I preferred to hit the shops without them…I’d noticed the date. Though I’m not a believer in Earth’s old religion, I still wanted to celebrate Christmas. I had to find presents for everyone.

  Joelle was of the same mind, so we rounded up Candy to tell her of our plans. Shopping for Katrina, Anrel, and Stidmun gifts was more than enough to pry her from her Nobek’s side. With two hours to escape, we did our Earther thing and hit the shops.

  I was grateful for my personal account and the decent amount of funds in it. Imagine using Clan Seot’s account to buy them gifts! That wouldn’t do. As I mused over some terrific knives, trying to choose a present for Larten, it occurred to me that I should shop for Clan Aslada too.

  “Crap, I have no idea how to send stuff to them,” I told my stepmom. “I haven’t got a clue how Kalquorian addresses work or what theirs even is. I’d better com them.”

  “Is that wise, Shalia?” Joelle asked. “After all, you’re visiting Clan Seot.”

  “You can’t imagine how understanding they are.” I dismissed her concerns with a laugh. “I don’t think they have a jealous bone in their bodies. Besides, I commed them on several occasions while I visited Clan Aslada. I had to keep them updated on Mom.”

  “That’s understandable when you needed the extra psychological support. It’s no longer required, though. You’re on vacation, not dealing with a sick parent.”

  “It’s not as if I’m doing it in front of Clan Seot,” I argued, checking the time and adjusting it for the difference. “I didn’t talk to them in front of Clan Aslada…except for when Larten decided to be funny.”

  “I don’t know.” Joelle’s brow wrinkled with concern.

  I was already clicking the clan’s home frequency. Aslada answered almost immediately. “Shalia, I beg you to tell me you wish to return to us.”

  “I bet you say that to all the Earther girls,” I giggled. Joelle snickered and wandered off to continued shopping.

  “Since I’m acquainted with only one thus far, then I suppose I have to agree. Are you coming back early?”

  “Not yet. Sorry. I have something to send you and the other two wonderful men. Give me an address so I can tell the shopkeeper.”

  Jaon’s growly voice answered. “Just send me yourself.”

  “I’ll second that,” came the milder voice of Meyso.

  “You big charmers.” I felt flustered to hear all that. My face was warm, my grin as nervous as it was pleased. “There’s an important Earther holiday coming up, and I can’t keep from celebrating it. It’s traditional to exchange gifts, so I need an address where to send what I bought for you.” Thinking of their insane level of generosity, I hurriedly added, “Don’t you dare buy me any presents in return. You’ve given Anrel and me too much already.”

  “We could never give you all you deserve, even if we had all the money in the universe,” Aslada sighed. “You are so sweet, my adorable Shalia. Where are you? With that other clan?”

  I described the cruise thus far and that we were about to leave Nacabri. “The port of Abcuhera is next.” I stumbled over the city’s name. It’s a mouthful.

  “Oh, we have a lovely island retreat off that shore,” Aslada said after correcting my pronunciation.

  Of course they had an island. They probably had their own space station or moon they hadn’t yet told me about. At least their money hadn’t made them into assholes.

  Aslada was still talking. “You, Anrel, Matara Joelle, Matara Candy and her companion should visit the retreat. I can have a staff ready if you wish to sleep there rather than on a cramped boat or impersonal inn.”

  I noticed the limitations on his generosity. “No competition allowed?” I asked, keeping my tone light and teasing.

  “I’m too jealous,” he laughed. There was no apology in his tone. “We aren’t comfortable with our rivals enjoying our property. I’m sure you understand.”

  “Of course I do. I wouldn’t have dreamed of suggesting it anyway.”

  Candy an
d Joelle were queuing up to pay for their purchases, so I finished my conversation hurriedly, though it took some wrangling to convince them they should receive gifts from me. They thanked me profusely in the end, with more gratitude than my gesture deserved.

  I had fun on our shopping jaunt, picking out cute goodies for everyone. Candy, Joelle, and I had tons of fun yelling at each other not to peek as we looked for gifts for each other. We chased each other around as we tried to catch a glimpse of what we would be getting. I can’t imagine what the shopkeepers thought of our hijinks, but it was amusing for us. Anrel too, as she caught our enjoyment and chortled with delight to be included in the silliness.