Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “My Matara,” he breathed. “I could say that a thousand times, and I’m not sure I’d believe it. How have I been so fortunate with all of my clanmates?”

  “I’m the fortunate one.” I believed it to my bones. “With all my mistakes, you’re here. Do it, my Dramok. Let me feel you so I know it’s not a dream.”

  “Gladly.” Lifting me higher with one arm, he gripped both his cocks in his fist. He positioned them and me, settling me atop the tips. Carefully, with Larten and Cifa’s help, he lowered me.

  My sex easily accepted the first inch or so of his primary. Then the smaller secondary nudged against my sex, questing for entrance too. I shivered as my lips spread for Seot, yielding to the dual invasion. I was swollen from our earlier play, and accommodating my Dramok’s generous girth was an effort.

  “Slowly,” Seot reminded the other two. “She needs to adjust.”

  His breathing was rapid. I kissed his strained features. “Are you all right?”

  “Remarkable,” he laughed with a sort of gasping sound. “You’re astounding, my Matara. So soft and tight all at once. It’s incredible. How am I supposed to last?”

  “I love how you feel inside me too,” I whispered.

  I was full to the point where the slow, incremental pressure against my hotspot sent quakes through me. The tapered span of Seot’s shafts grew thicker as he pressed in, making even the slightest motion unbearably exciting. I teetered on the verge of orgasm. I resisted, wanting to wait for them. t was so difficult to do so. We panted in tandem, kissing as we joined, murmuring support to each other as we fought to remain in control.

  It was an eternity later when the base of him met my flesh. We went still, reveling and suffering in our complete joining. I’ve never been so aware of anyone in my life. Not just the incredible fullness of possessing both Seot’s lengths, but also where our abdomens met and moved as we breathed, of his solid chest against my malleable breasts, of his lips brushing against mine. Of his deep blue-purple eyes, his gaze locked on my face.

  After a few moments spent gathering our strength for the next step, Seot asked, “Are you ready, my Matara?”

  “I think so.” I looked up at the other two. “Handle with care, boys.”

  Cifa chuckled. “Always.”

  He settled behind me. Seot and I adjusted our position to give our Imdiko access. I sensed the careful touch of his primary nudging my rear entrance open. Slick and ready, Cifa pressed into me, moving as cautiously to unite our bodies as Seot had.

  Had I been full before? Good grief, it was nothing compared to now as my Imdiko journeyed within. The pressure on all the sensitive parts far outweighed the building ache. As a matter of fact, the bit of hurt only added to the excitement. As I fired hotter than ever, I kept having to moan to Cifa to wait a bit. I was so close to going over. It wouldn’t take much. It would be mind over pussy for damned sure if I was to last.

  Cifa managed to embed himself in me so there were three of us heaving for breath, hanging on by a thread. Larten laughed at us.

  “For fuck’s sake, it’s exciting as hell to see you like this, but how you’re all huffing and puffing – it’s hilarious too.”

  “Give me a mouthful, and I’ll have you wheezing for your life, my Nobek,” I warned. “Oh hell, how are we supposed to do this? A single stroke, and we’re done for.”

  “No,” Seot snarled, determination lighting in his eyes. “I won’t lose control so quickly. Not during the first encounter with my new Matara. I’m stronger than this.”

  He could have been a military general instead of a man motivating us to not orgasm. Our spines stiffened, and we took on an attitude of might and concentration.

  Larten was right. We were funny as hell in our determination to win our right to fuck for more than a few seconds. But at that instant, it was all business in the pursuit of successful sex. No one was laughing anymore.

  Larten stood on the bed, his cocks at the level of my lips. The wild, musky-spicy scent of his arousal made my cunt spasm. Seot groaned. “Easy, my Matara.”

  “Tell him to stop smelling so yummy,” I said.

  Cifa jerked inside me. “He does smell delicious,” he moaned, burying his face against my hair.

  “I taste twice as nice,” Larten teased, earning himself smacks on his corded thighs from the rest of us. We were barely hanging on.

  I thought the whole damned clan should suffer…no one, least of all Larten, should be spared. I didn’t give him a warning before I captured his primary and slid as much as him in as the gag reflex would allow me.

  His sudden intake of breath would have been reward enough, but the cinnamon-y tang of his lubricant was better still. I breathed in and swallowed my Nobek.

  My senses delighted in him. The sight of him staring down at me in wide-eyed lust, all traces of humor swamped by hunger. The sound of his throaty moan as I bobbed back and forth on him. The smooth, silky skin against my tongue and his shaft twitching in response to my tasting. I absorbed every bit of the experience as I could, submerging myself in my Nobek.

  He gripped my head, fingers tangling in my hair. His hips swayed. I relished Larten’s control over me, claiming what he wanted. What he needed. Sweetish-salty pre-cum danced on my tastebuds, an overture to the ultimate end.

  When Seot and Cifa began to move, I was primed for lovemaking, but no longer on the edge of shattering. Concentrating on Larten’s pleasure, on stroking his length as it shifted in and out, had brought me some measure of self-control. I could lose myself in giving as well as receiving.

  As for the receiving – wow. The triple thicknesses of my Dramok and Imdiko moving within me sent my senses reeling. They didn’t rut quickly or hard, because there was no need. I was taut around them, making them gasp with pleasure as they thrust carefully. As one pressed in, the other slid outward, creating a constant, toe-tingling friction that made my body flush with heat.

  It was not a maddened rush to completion. We luxuriated in our joining, noting each nuance. Seot and Cifa exclaimed to feel each other through the thin wall that separated them. Larten delighted in seeing his sex disappearing and re-emerging from my mouth. I was in paradise to be the center of the beautiful connection we formed, the focus of the clan’s physical union.

  We made good on Seot’s insistence that our first time as a completed clan be enjoyed to its utmost. Though arousal was intense, we writhed slowly, gently, letting it heighten toward climax in a gradual buildup. More than the mere sharing of bodies, it was binding ourselves to each other. My mates whispered vows of devotion, love, and everlasting adoration.

  I dove into security. I’d come close to it with Betra and Oses, the two I’d been able to trust with everything. Yet because we’d understood our union was only temporary, that refuge hadn’t been complete. This was. I was safe and loved and would be kept so for the rest of my life.

  Our climb to the pinnacle of pleasure was almost at its apex. The chorus of moans grew louder. Our bodies slid to and fro, against and within, working with no less care but with intensified demand. They became a part of me, and I pulled on them as if to absorb them into me forever, so that I might never be without them. Hotter and hotter we burned, higher and higher we rose, a single exuberant being seeking to forge itself together eternally…or incinerate and destruct in the attempt.

  The flames of rapture licking me from within burst into conflagration. My pussy clutched around Seot, pulling at him with desperate need. I blazed with agonized ecstasy as the men plunged deep, the final fraught exertions as passion roared through us, forcing us into its intractable grasp.

  Cifa cried out and ground against my ass as he succumbed. Then Seot, shuddering as he thrust one final time before his cocks throbbed violently. Finally, Larten screamed a warrior’s victory, flooding my mouth with his offering.

  I let go of the last vestige of control. Orgasm rushed through me, an inferno of heaving, sweltering, jubilant euphoria that shook me from top to toe. I disappeared into its consumin
g bliss, letting it take me beyond thought.

  Later, I basked in the glory of entwined limbs, of the scents and remembered sensations of sex, of warm and heavy bodies sheltering mine. I floated on the calm sense of having found love, security, and my place in a puzzle I hadn’t realized I was a piece of. I belonged to something bigger and far grander than myself, and was made bigger and grander than anything I could have been on my own.

  I’m Matara Shalia of Clan Seot. I couldn’t be happier.

  SHALIA’S DIARY

  BOOK 11

  A Clans of Kalquor Story

  By

  Tracy St. John

  © copyright July 2017, Tracy St. John

  Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill, © copyright July 2017

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s

  imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or

  events is merely coincidence.

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  January 1

  I opened my eyes. The first thought that came to me was: I’m clanned.

  For a second, I forgot to breathe. A moment of panic filled me with ice. As I gazed at a wall of muscled chest, I made myself take slow, deep breaths. It would be okay. My heart knew that for a fact. It would be more than okay. Sooner or later, my psyche would catch up with how amazing my life would be from now on.

  I pulled my gaze from that amazing chest, forcing myself to look up, up, past the throat, stubbled chin, delicious mouth, and arrow-straight nose to stare into Seot’s blue-purple eyes. He gazed at me with an expression of love that warmed me from head to toe and chased my fears away.

  “Good morning, Matara Shalia of Clan Seot,” he murmured.

  “Good morning, my Dramok,” I said. Saying it out loud made it okay, somehow. I breathed easier.

  Warm lips pressed against my ear. “How are you feeling? Besides desperate for coffee?” Cifa whispered.

  I had to laugh, relaxing all the way. “You already know the most important thing about me.” I turned my head to regard Clanmate Number Two, who was spooned tightly against me. “Shalia does not function without caffeine.”

  Cifa’s open, adorable face split in a sunny grin. “We may have to invest in the coffee bean-growing enterprise. Your consumption alone will make us richer than ever.”

  Dark and intense Larten propped himself up to gaze at me over Cifa’s shoulder. As dangerous as he appeared, wearing an aura of primal violence typical of Nobeks, the usual humor danced in his eyes. “How nicely you sidestepped our Imdiko’s main question, my Matara.”

  “Now that the initial shock of realization has passed, I’m happy to be here,” I assured them. Day by day, I would make progress with the abandonment issues that had cropped up recently, almost derailing my happily-ever-after with the best clan on Kalquor.

  Cifa stroked my hair. “When can I schedule a dinner to celebrate our clanning? We should invite everyone.”

  Seot crooked a brow. “Won’t we be doing that for the formal ceremony?”

  “Yes, but the ceremony will be too elaborate to have anytime soon. I have a lot to plan when it comes to that. We have a lot to plan,” he amended when I gave him a pointed look. “I’m desperate to make a big deal out of this as soon as possible, so I want us to have a dinner too.”

  He was so sweet and hopeful. Who could say no to that? “It sounds great to me.”

  “I’m fine with it,” Seot said. “It would be a good for the rest of our extended family to meet Shalia and Anrel, if they can make it. We can com and see who can get out here in the next few days.”

  I thought about it. “I’ll com Joelle, Elwa, and my mom. I don’t think Mom will be able to come, but I’ll invite her anyway. I can invite Candy and Katrina when I go to pick up Anrel.”

  Cifa had Larten grab his handheld off the bedside table. He tapped on it, making lists of potential guests, what to eat, and locales for the celebration. “Don’t forget that we’ll attend your first therapy appointment in two days. Should I avoid scheduling for then? If it works out for everyone else, we can have dinner arranged at a restaurant or catered by a food service company.”

  While our Imdiko did his event planner thing, Seot started kissing me and doing things that made me moan. Larten complained to our caregiver. “If you’re concentrating on dinner plans, at least get out of the way so I can enjoy my mate.” He shoved at Cifa.

  Cifa tossed the handheld aside. “Oh, are you awake enough for that, Shalia? No coffee first? This is a celebration I don’t want to miss.”

  My first full day as their Matara started off right.

  It was late in the morning before I got to the complex to pick up Anrel. I also had to pack my belongings. I’d commed Katrina after fun time was done, a bit breathless from wanton, newly-clanned sex. She laughed to hear me making excuses that I still had to shower and dress. The guys were zooming around the room, getting ready for work while I spoke. (Audio only, of course. Katrina was not ogling my naked clanmates no matter how close she and I are.)

  “Don’t rush, clanned woman,” she said. “I didn’t expect to see you early anyway. What are those men thinking, working during an occasion like this?”

  “So we can have a prolonged honeymoon later,” I laughed. “Though Cifa says he’s going to the office just long enough to attend a meeting.”

  “Get here when you get here,” Katrina chuckled. “Anrel is fine, and I’m enjoying being with her. You’ve kept her away from me far too much lately!”

  It was in a well-scrubbed and not so breathless state that I showed up at the complex a little more than an hour later. I was grateful to have been allowed to make myself presentable. Seot had sent a chauffeured shuttle for my use until I hooked up with Cifa later in the day, though I protested the extravagance.

  “Don’t worry,” he assured me over the com as he took a break between meetings of his own. “We’ll buy you a craft of your own to use. That’s on my—what did you call it? The homey-do list?”

  “Honey-do,” I corrected him. I hated to calculate of the expense of having my own shuttle, but it was necessary. I need to be able to get around on my own. I resolved to put my foot down about anything too fancy. I don’t care how wealthy my clanmates are; just because it’s there doesn’t mean I have to spend it foolishly.

  Back to my visit to the complex. Anrel squealed when I walked in the door of Katrina’s office. I squealed back and claimed my baby. Hugs, hugs, hugs. Kisses, kisses, kisses. You’d think I hadn’t seen her in a week rather than overnight.

  “Good, you don’t appear too well rested,” Katrina teased. “I’d be disappointed if you were.”

  “Evil woman,” I laughed. Candy chose that moment to walk in. More hugs and kisses for Anrel. We should register our fan club.

  I noted the tear tracks on Candy’s face and sighed, handing off Anrel to her. “Here, you need the joy more than I do,” I said. “How long before Stidmun can visit again?”

  “Too long,” my friend pouted. “I thought about stowing away in his travel bin as he packed it this morning. I’ve had it with these separations. I’m going to write a petition about allowing nontraditional clannings.”

  “I’ll sign it,” I said with sympathy. “Maybe you can make it happen.”

  “Ignore my mood,” Candy said, straightening in her chair and plastering a less-than-genuine smile on her face. “This is a day of celebration. You’re clanned!”

  I grinned as she and Katrina cheered. Anrel added her voice to the happiness. “Yes, I am. Cifa is plan
ning a dinner in the next couple of evenings. You’re invited, of course.”

  “We’ll be there,” Katrina said. “What about the ceremony?”

  “He wants to take his time to plan it.” I laughed. “He’s more of a bride than I am, I believe. I’m glad he’s taking the reins. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

  We yapped for a few more minutes before I took Anrel up to our soon-to-be former quarters. It was the prime hour for her nap, so I was able to work on packing up without having to worry. Not that there weren’t interruptions. Word had gotten around that I was clanned, so a lot of my former shipmates stopped by to congratulate me.

  There was an awkward moment when Megan stopped by. I hadn’t seen much of her since we’d arrived at Kalquor, so it was nice to reconnect. She hugged me and peeked in on Anrel. Then she knelt on the floor with me as I sorted and put things in bins.