Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “My Matara. Lifebringer,” he whispered in my ear, his weight solid on me, pinning me in the most wonderful of predicaments.

  Because he held me so close, his thrusts didn’t have the space to be powerful. Instead, his hips ground into me, pushing in slight but wonderful ways that had me lighting up again before I would have believed it possible. His angle was such that he collided with my interior hotspot. My clit was in constant contact with his groin, the swollen flesh abraded until I took flight again.

  “Yes,” Larten groaned as my pussy convulsed around his shaft. “Oh ancestors, yes.”

  He moved so that my hips tilted farther up, my ass half-lifted off the mat. I was angled better than before, and I shattered anew. I clawed at his back, unable to keep myself from doing so. He growled and became more demanding, more determined to fuse us into a single entity.

  I was on fire. My scalp crackled with it. I felt saturated with melting bits, flaring to ignition as he held me trapped, burning me, scalding me, devastating me. I expected to see smoke rising from our melded bodies, for Larten to combust from the heat rolling off of me.

  Instead, he shuddered violently, his frame quaking around me. Shaking me with the strength of his need. He went still for a bare second, long enough for me to sense the throbbing of his manhood inside me, filling me with his seed, making me come for him yet again. Even afterward, he kept rubbing against me, forcing every spark of reaction from my somehow still-avid body. Then we shared the sweetness of simply holding each other, gasping in the aftermath, hanging on to prolong the astounding union we’d shared for far too short of an interval. With any of them, no amount of eternity was long enough. I knew it never would be, rendering each second more precious than the last.

  Larten reluctantly parted from me. His expression said he felt the emotion that I did. He looked to our clan leader with a grateful demeanor. “Thank you for your patience, my Dramok.”

  Seot smiled. “I would not part the two of you in a moment like that for the world.”

  “You are generous to a fault.”

  Seot’s face split in a big grin. “Or it could be that since I am last, I can take all the time I wish. No clanmate is left to get out of the way for.”

  We chuckled at that. Then we turned as one to the monitor on the wall as Anrel’s cry split the air. She kicked in her crib, seemingly fine.

  “I’ve got her.” Cifa yanked on his pants. He was out the door in a twinkling. An instant later, his soothing voice quieted Anrel’s wails as he picked her up and rocked her in his arms.

  “Should I leave you two alone for my Dramok’s turn in the baby-making sweepstakes?” Larten joked.

  “Actually, I wouldn’t mind you helping me with that,” Seot grinned, his eyes lighting as an idea occurred to him.

  “Oh, not up to it?”

  Seot indicated his avid lengths. “Don’t I look up to it? I thought you might make a nice piece of furniture though. Remember the fuck chair on the ship?”

  Larten did remember it, as I did. He needed no further instruction, propping himself up on pillows and motioning me over to lean against him, sitting between his legs. When I did so, my spine lined up against the middle of his stomach. My head pillowed against his chest. He grasped the backs of my knees and lifted them up and out.

  “That’s what I was after. Thank you, my Nobek.” Seot crawled up to kiss me, awakening my libido yet again with his practiced lips and tongue.

  He took advantage of how Larten held me open for him, sliding into me with ease. I was delighted to run my hands over his muscled shoulders, his perfectly cut chest, his too-stunning face. I sighed, thrilled to have him deep within me. “How did I get so lucky?”

  “I’m glad you think so.” His gaze softened as he gazed at me. “I’m more fortunate than a man has a right to be.”

  Ha! The poor man hasn’t got a clue. I won him and his clan, the trophy above all trophies. He ended up with me—a mess of a person who forgets to appreciate him as he deserves. But with our bodies melded together, moving against each other in that sweetest of sharing, I appreciated him in that moment. Sometimes I figure it out. I’m glad when I do.

  Our breathing rose as we made love, growing louder as longing drove us hard against each other. Every inch of my being craved Seot. He delved into me, feeding me his cocks though I only hungered for more. I grabbed his plunging ass in my hands, marveling at how it flexed as he pressed ever deeper until his tip grazed my cervix, sending profound shocks of hurting exaltation shivering through me. Excited by my cries, Seot shoved into me harder, forcing me to accept all of him.

  I kicked my feet into the air, held aloft by Larten’s sure grip. Taking Seot’s insistent thrusts was ecstatic torment, sending me towards glorious devastation. Then it was on me; a searing cataclysm that raged through my senses, enhanced by his shafts jerking inside me, sending seed deep within.

  I don’t know if we made a baby, but we sure as hell had fun. It was the kind of night where no one sleeps—except Anrel, once Cifa got her to calm down from whatever had disturbed her slumber. Who needs rest when there is so much love to share? So much love to make? So much joy to possess?

  I’ve never been so happy, filled with such a sense of completeness. I hope it’ll last forever.

  SHALIA’S DIARY

  BOOK 12

  A Clans of Kalquor Story

  By

  Tracy St. John

  © copyright January 2018, Tracy St. John

  Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill, © copyright November 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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  March 15

  Anrel has a secret admirer. While I was in a meeting with all the bigwigs at work today, my com went off. For once, I’d remembered to put it on silent mode—okay, so Cifa reminded me before we got going. I am the worst when it comes to that.

  My com vibrated against my hip where I had it in its pouch. With the head of the budget office making his yawn-inducing report, I surreptitiously slid the com out to peek at who might be sending me a message. Because anything would be better than listening to the nitty-gritty of toiletry expenditures this quarter. I don’t need to know that nonsense.

  Meetings. As big a time waste on Kalquor as they were on Earth.

  Anyway, it was a text-only message. A single sentence from an unidentified frequency: The baby is beautiful.

  Well, duh. I glanced at Anrel, who was happily gnawing on a flavored teething ring while perched on Cifa’s thigh. My insides warmed at her precious little self being so quiet and contented with her Imdiko daddy.

  With a slight smile, I gazed at the other department heads and owners at the long oval table. My bet was on the message coming from Candy or Ila, since the rest in attendance were male. However, they were listening to the budget report drone—or at least pretending to. Candy’s eyes were glazed over. Her department’s expenditures had already been highlighted, so she was probably daydreaming about Stidmun or her campaign to make Kalquor friendly to non-traditional clannings. If it had been her sending the message, she’d done so with all the secretive skill of Oses.

  Besides, her frequency would have come up on the notification. Ila’s would have too. I could see the belt on my sister-in-law’s waist, and her com was there in its pouch. She looked attentive, so I could cross her off the list of clandestine Anrel worshippers.

  Ano
ther quick glance confirmed that nobody was watching the sweet baby. I had no clue who had complimented her.

  Figuring the party would come forward after the meeting, I dismissed the matter. I thought about texting with Candy to survive the boredom. Larten had come home the night before with a ton of new bawdy jokes from the other trainers at the camp. It would be hilarious to watch Candy read them and fight not to laugh in the middle of the meeting. In the end, I decided against it. Nothing would be worse for morale than if the company owner’s clanmate was caught goofing off during an executive staff meeting. I have to set a decent example, don’t I? Though I give exactly zero cares about the cruise line’s expenditures on complimentary tooth-cleansing tabs for those guests who had forgotten to pack their own.

  Adult-with-responsibilities problems. I have them.

  I muffled a sigh of relief when the meeting broke up half an hour later. Cifa’s brother Erom must schedule the budget report for last because it is so boring and exhausting to listen to. We wouldn’t have the patience for the rest of the departments if they had to follow that snooze fest.

  Both Candy and I converged on Cifa as the other heads chattered on their way out of the conference room. Anrel crowed, reaching for us both as if we hadn’t been sitting there in the room with her all along. I laughed at how surprised she acted to be in our presence and gave her a big smooch. “Look at our executive-in-training.”

  “Too bad she can’t take notes yet. I noticed two of my department heads appearing rather distracted,” Cifa teased Candy and me.

  I blew a raspberry at him. “Do we really need all the minutiae on how much was spent on hand sanitizer?”

  “Dramok Ikpi is a little on the detailed-oriented side,” Cifa agreed after making certain the budget head had left the room. “He’s damned good at his job though.”

  “I’m not going to argue with that. You should know, Candy and I weren’t the only ones who wish he’d jazz up the proceedings.” I showed my Imdiko and Candy the message I’d received. “I guess you weren’t the one admiring the baby, girlfriend?”

  “I always admire her, but I didn’t send you a message about it,” Candy said. “It must have been Ila.”

  “No, Ila is our inspiration from now on. She hung on Ikpi’s every decimal point of expense and profit margins.”

  “Really? Maybe she has a numbers fetish.” Candy winked at me.

  I covered Anrel’s ears to whisper, “Oh, tell me more about percentages and quantity-to-pricing ratios, you sexy beast.”

  Candy whooped laughter. Anrel joined in with her, simply because my sweetheart loves to laugh with everyone else.

  Meanwhile, Cifa puzzled over my com readout. “Huh. I wouldn’t suspect any of the officers to gush over a baby, even with Ikpi numbing our brains with his reports. That’s weird.”

  Candy nodded to the huge picture window—an actual window instead of a vid screen. The cruise line’s headquarters is set in a cliff that curves around the beach, giving us a view of the other cliffs that face the ocean. Balconies abound on the rock faces, including those belonging to a string of shops, restaurants, pleasure clubs, entertainments, and the like. It’s the tourist area of the capital city and stays crowded—one of the reasons the local residents tend to stay away from this particular stretch of businesses.

  From a distance, I could see how busy the businesses in this district were. Kalquorians and several alien species teemed in vast numbers on the balconies. That was where Candy’s attention had gone.

  “They’ve got magnifying viewers set up along the balconies over there for visitors to enjoy the scenery. Maybe someone saw Anrel through the window.”

  “A tourist who has my frequency? And would know I’m Anrel’s mother?”

  “Goofball. I bet someone from the Pussy ‘Porter or one of your foundation friends grabbed a viewer, turned snoopy, and peeked in here. They saw you and Anrel and decided to drop you a line.”

  That made sense. “I did give out my frequency to Megan, Heather, and a bunch of the rest,” I agreed.

  “Does that mean I’m not allowed to throw a jealous fit about you receiving coms from strangers?” Cifa asked, pretending to be disappointed. “Or hunt down some man so I can break his messaging fingers and poke out his eyes?”

  “Sorry, my overzealous and jealous mate,” I grinned, kissing his cheek. I glanced over his shoulder at the distant balconies again and stuck my tongue out at anyone who might be peeking. “Let’s moon them, Candy.”

  She giggled. “There you go. The tourists will think there are now seven instead of five moons orbiting Kalquor. I suppose it would be a bad example for Anrel, though.”

  “Excellent point,” I conceded.

  “Don’t hold back on my account,” Cifa teased, covering Anrel’s eyes.

  Candy laughed and held out her hands for the baby. “It’s a good thing Shalia isn’t as jealous as you. Otherwise, she’d be pounding on me at the idea that you might want to stare at my butt.”

  I chortled. “No, I’d pound on him since it’s his idea. That’s the difference between Earthers and Kalquorians. We’re aware of where to stick the blame.”

  Candy cuddled laughing Anrel. “I’m looking forward to being with my own possessive fella in two weeks.”

  “Big plans?” I asked.

  “I’ll tell you all about it later. I’ve got a class to get to.” She smiled at Anrel. “Say bye to Mom, sweet girl. We have trainees to educate on the finer points of—good night, Cifa, how long has she been in this diaper?”

  He barked laughter. “She’s just starting. See the face she’s making?”

  It was true. Anrel had stopped laughing to squinch up her little face as she concentrated on effort. Candy kissed her cheek. “Atta girl. Give them something to practice with.” She winked at me and took Anrel to her department, the Childcare Training Division.

  I shook my head. “I hope this isn’t a new group she’s instructing today. Imagine that being Lesson One.”

  Cifa chuckled. “From there, it would be nothing but fun. Speaking of fun, I’m thinking of your bare, gorgeous ass waving about.”

  “Oh, do you want me to follow through on my suggestion to moon the sightseers?”

  He peered at the four department heads clustered a few feet distant, talking animatedly about who-cared-what. Spotting Ikpi among them verified that I had no interest in their conversation. With them concentrating on whatever had their heads so close together, Cifa took the opportunity to grab a handful of my ass.

  “I don’t want anyone looking at your naked butt except me. I want you in my office right away, young lady.”

  “Yes sir.”

  I love the fringe benefits of working at my Imdiko’s company. Sex breaks are high on the list of perks of my job as head of Promotions and Marketing.

  Cifa’s office has a view too, though his is that of the typical vid monitor instead of an actual window. It’s a pretty posh office, with its nice furnishings. Especially the big, sturdy desk on which Cifa keeps a large amount of the surface clear. It was to that smooth, open space his finger pointed as soon as we got close to it.

  “Bend over like my good girl so I can appreciate you as you deserve. Legs spread so I can see that lovely pussy open.”

  I complied, being the model employee that I am. Cifa pulled my skirt up to drape across my back and tugged at my panties to send them slithering down my legs to my ankles.

  My crotch already had that bright, ebullient feeling it gets from sexual play. Cifa’s strong grip kneaded first one ass cheek, and then the other. He rubbed my globes with proprietary demand, telling me who was in charge. As if I would argue the point. I know who I belong to.

  Even the heavy smack that made me jerk felt right. I didn’t protest the stinging heat that filled my backside, nor the ache that sank deep into my flesh when Cifa started massaging again.

  “You have no idea how much I worship this ass,” he sighed. “I could play with it all day.”

  I peeke
d over my shoulder to smile at him. I was happy to receive the kind of attention he was giving me.

  He smacked my rear again, his grin growing larger at the sound I uttered as hurt warmed and filled me with pleasure. “Such a wonderful ass. My primary cock is going to enjoy being shoved in that tight hole.”

  Nice. Our clan had concentrated on babymaking lately, which had meant few opportunities for my rear door to be stuffed full of my clanmates’ larger shafts. I adore that vulnerable and not-quite comfortable sensation of a huge dick in my smaller channel.