Shalia's Diary Book 5

by Tracy St. John

  Before I could continue that line of questioning, Betra pulled his fingers loose from my pussy. He pushed the wet digits into my ass, readying me for sex. His thumb went into my sex and his mouth descended on my clit.

  All my concerns were gone in an instant. Betra sucked and his tongue stroked my most sensitive place as his fingers pumped in and out. I clutched the back of his head, snarling his long hair around my fingers. Heat built and exquisite delight burbled in my lower bits. I moaned and shivered as elation built higher and higher.

  The louder I got, the more intensely he worked me. My feet began to kick of their own accord, completely out of my control. They thudded unheeded against Betra’s broad back. He kept sucking, licking, fingering.

  Liquid fire filled my abdomen. I felt it gather for explosive release. My whole body tensed as I readied for that sublime deliverance. Then it was on me, bursting forth in thrilling spasms. My belly seized over and over, liberating the pressure that had built up. My hips jerked, bucking against Betra’s face.

  The Imdiko looked quite pleased with himself once I had settled again, my cries tapering into gasps. “That was lovely,” he purred. “I want you to do it again.”

  His deliciously raspy tongue laved my swollen clit once more. I was so sensitive now that the pleasure was almost painful. I couldn’t help but struggle a little, but Betra kept me prisoner easily, fucking me with fingers and mouth until a rush of warmth enveloped my entire body and I jerked with climax once more.

  When I was finished, Betra grabbed a pillow and set it beneath my hips. “Comfortable?” he asked.

  I was amused that my usually demanding Imdiko was so cautious with me. “Very. I was hoping to have a mouthful of you before we got to the main event, however.”

  “Really?” Betra seemed delighted. “Okay, but we have to be careful with the positioning. Kneeling could bother your knees. Being on top might strain something. Let me see ... oh, I think I know what would serve us both best.”

  He moved around until he was on hands and knees over me, his cocks over my mouth and his mouth over my crotch. Next thing I knew, he was kissing me again ... on the stomach. Sheesh, the guy really does have a thing for pregnant bellies. If he was this way over a slight bump, how would he be in another couple of months?

  I shook my head and repressed the giggles that wanted to bubble out. Then I eyed those tasty lengths suspended over my face. They smelled delicious.

  It occurred to me in that moment that Betra and I were alone. I hadn’t been intimate with a man without an audience for some time. For a moment, I remembered Finiuld’s containment, being with Oses in our little cave, trying to achieve some measure of privacy and failing.

  In that instant, it was like being back there again. I could feel the fake grass beneath my back. I could see the cave ceiling over my head. I could hear the Plasian sobbing and the Isetacian pounding his head against the wall. Worst still, I felt the hopeless desperation that permeated every act I’d done.

  I took a couple of deep breaths as my libido plummeted. I reminded myself that I was back on the transport. I was safe. No one was watching me. No one could hurt me here, not with Betra, Oses, and a few hundred Kalquorians nearby.

  Betra paused as he became aware that I was rather quiet. “Shalia? Is everything okay?”

  “Sure,” I lied. “Just contemplating the gorgeous view.”

  He chuckled. He went back to kissing me, but concentrating his efforts on points south of my stomach. His mouth on my pussy brought good, happy feelings once more. It felt like butterfly wings were tickling my insides. Betra’s usual excellent technique drove back the bad stuff.

  I reached up and grabbed a couple of handfuls of cock and tugged gently to bring them down to my mouth. That distinctive spicy-sweetness exploded on my tongue as I took Betra’s smaller prick in. All thoughts of my captivity vanished.

  I gobbled that Imdiko like turkey on Thanksgiving. While my hand pleasured one prick, my other hand and mouth worked the second. I switched between them, going back and forth, gulping the natural lubrication Betra emitted. My liaison was finer than any dessert ever made. The occasional drop of pre-cum was an additional treat, adding a salty zing to the overall deliciousness. I fed and fed on him, unable to get enough.

  Meanwhile, Betra treated me to another exciting round of oral pleasure. He made happy, moaning sounds as he licked and sucked and kissed me to dizzying arousal all over again. My eager lower bits fairly sizzled with excitement, responding to his masterful use. I kicked the bed from time to time when he found an especially sensitive spot. Pretty soon, it was all sensitive. I groaned as loud as he did, and my feet couldn’t seem to stop drumming the surface of my sleeping mat.

  At last Betra heaved himself up and away. “Damn it, I could do that all day, but I’m going to come soon,” he told me. He moved around to crouch over me, this time face to face.

  “That would be perfectly fine with me,” I grinned.

  “Normally, I’d agree. But I have to fuck my beautiful Shalia. I must.”

  Betra kissed me, and I tasted myself on him. No doubt he tasted himself too. I found it highly erotic to blend ourselves that way. Judging from the passion my lover kissed me with, he was every bit as excited by it.

  He broke our kiss and reared up to kneel between my legs. “Now I’m going to fuck this wonderful body,” he gasped. He grabbed my hips and tilted them up, placing me in line with his rigid cocks.

  I reached down to grasp them, putting them right where they needed to go. When the tips touched my openings and slowly crept inside, I cried out. It felt so good to be back with Betra. Too good, almost. I thought I’d climax within a few seconds.

  “Easy,” Betra whispered, taking things slow. “Easy. I’m right on the verge. It won’t take much.”

  I clutched handfuls of bedding, trying to transmit all that tension into my grip. Betra continued to enter me in careful increments, his jaw tight. Veins corded his muscles as he watched our bodies join. I could tell he resisted the need to orgasm with monumental effort.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured over and over. “So beautiful.”

  I could only moan in response. The slow taking meant I felt every bit of him spreading my pussy and ass open. The hot thickness was profound, and I was terribly aware of the friction against my inner flesh. My feet started kicking again.

  “Betra. Betra,” I sobbed.

  “Yes. Let me hear you speak my name while I fuck you. Tell me how much you missed feeling me inside.”

  “I did. Oh God, I did.”

  “Now I’m watching your body take me. I’m watching my cocks fill your ass and pussy. Do I feel good to you, Shalia?”

  “Yes. Oh please Betra, I want to come.”

  “No, not yet. Wait for me, Shalia. Wait until I’m all the way inside you, feeling you surrounding me. That’s my girl. Almost there.”

  He continued to impale me so slowly. As badly as I wanted to give in to the need for climax, I also wanted to prolong the encounter. It had been too long since we’d last made love. Like Betra, I wanted to make it last.

  So even when we were groin to groin, I didn’t let go. Instead, I wept a little to be with my liaison. It was then that I knew that at some point during my captivity, I had believed I would never see Betra again.

  We went slow. Insanely slow. It was as if we were trying to fuck for the rest of our lives, to hold off the end of this encounter. Betra’s hips slid back and forth at a pace that would have awed a turtle. I didn’t urge him on, choosing instead to bask in the joy of renewed intimacy.

  It remained that way until we finished. Even when his entire body shook with the strain of refused orgasm, even when Betra ground his teeth together and his brows furrowed until he looked as fierce as Oses at his worst, he did not give in to moving any faster and harder. Sweat ran off him in rivers. His groans sounded like those of a soul in torment. Veins stood out on his straining muscles. Yet he still refused to degenerate into the fierce fucking I knew h
is body fought for.

  Instead, he stroked my clit until I bucked and shouted. He brought me three times that way. The last time, as my pussy pulled hard at him, Betra finally lost the battle to not climax. His head fell back and he shrieked at the ceiling as his cocks jerked inside me.

  We curled together on my bed afterward. We didn’t speak for some time, though we did stroke and kiss a lot. I finally felt like I’d come home. I really was safe at long last.

  March 29, late

  I can’t sleep. It’s my first night back in my room, I’m surrounded by familiar things, Betra took care of my sexual needs earlier today, and I’m beyond exhausted. And yet I’m afraid to close my eyes.

  It’s not that the shadows are bothering me again. When I wrote how safe I felt earlier today, that was true. It still is. There have been no imagined black eyes staring out of corners. No brightly colored waistcoat hems flash at the corner of my vision. I have no urge to hide in my closet or anywhere else. I really am better where all of that is concerned.

  Yet I can feel the nightmares waiting to jump on me the instant I try to settle down. The moment I start that gentle slide into sleep, I’m back on Finiuld’s ship. I hear Oses screaming in pain. I feel the humiliation of being teased and slapped by the Little Creep’s guests. I remember the Earther man’s cries as Oses did what he had to in order to keep me and my unborn child safe. I feel Finiuld’s desperate attempts to escape as I choked him. Finally there is the maddened violence, the red storm of frantic rage as I beat Glidas’ brains out.

  Too many vivid memories wait for me in sleep. I’m terrified to go there.

  At least in Medical when I started whimpering or screaming, an orderly or nurse would be at my side in an instant. If I asked, a staff member would sit by my bed all night, holding my hand so I could feel some sense of security while I slept. Betra also sat with me a couple of nights when he found out I was having trouble with nightmares.

  I hate to be needy, but I’m so tired. I need to rest, and eventually I’ll crash no matter how scared I am. The thought of facing those terrors in my head alone is bringing me to tears. I don’t think I can do this. I’m trying to be strong, but it’s too much.

  I’m going to com Betra and ask him if I can spend the night with him. Just this one time. I’ll be better tomorrow. The longer I’m home on the transport, the better I will get. I know I will. I just need this one night to adjust.

  I just got off the com with Betra. He’s coming to get me and walk me back to his quarters. I feel so much better already, knowing I’ll be with him. The big sweetie didn’t sound the least bit impatient with me either. I’m sure I woke him up, but he wasn’t cranky at all. He simply said, “I’m on my way to get you, Shalia.” Just like that.

  I am so lucky to have him and Oses. Next time I want to bitch about stuff they do, I’ll try to remember that.

  March 30

  I felt so much better this morning, just as I knew I would. Sleeping snuggled up to Betra made all the difference. I had no nightmares. I woke once to go to the bathroom. The moment I got back in bed and Betra’s arms went around me, making me warm and safe, I was asleep again. It was wonderful. Betra as a bedmate is an awesome thing. I should sleep with him more often, and he might even be agreeable to it ... but I am determined to beat these nightmares first. I will sleep in my own bed alone tonight, just to prove I can do it.

  It’s nice to know I’m not the only one jumping at shadows these days. Candy is now convinced her quarters are haunted.

  She regaled us at breakfast this morning with the story of how she woke up last night, knowing right away something was wrong. “I could feel it, like when you feel a thunderstorm on its way. There was this tension in the air, and it built higher and higher with every passing second.”

  Katrina was biting her lips together, no doubt amused by Candy’s melodrama. I have to give her credit for not laughing. It was a bit much. It was all I could do to keep my own expression serious.

  Candy didn’t pick up on our humor. She was too busy with her campfire story to notice the looks passing between us.

  I asked, “Did it feel like someone was watching you?”

  Candy nodded, her curled hair bouncing about her shoulders. “Oh, most definitely. And there was this sort of hush, but not the usual quiet. Like a presence was holding its breath so I wouldn’t know it was there.”

  I didn’t know ghosts needed to breathe. Katrina might have been thinking the same thing, because she decided staring at her plate of food was a good idea at that moment. It was that or laugh out loud, I’m afraid.

  “So I called out, ‘Is someone there?’ But there was still no sound. I just knew someone was there though. I could feel it.”

  Katrina looked up to give Candy wide eyes. She’d given up the pretense that she didn’t find the whole thing ridiculous. “And then what?”

  Candy still didn’t catch on. “And then I saw something move. Right in the far corner of my sleeping room, where the shadows were deepest. I couldn’t make out a shape, but I saw this extra darkness there and it shifted just the tiniest bit.”

  Katrina clapped her hands to her cheeks. “Oh my goodness. What did you do?”

  “I jumped right up and yelled for the lights. They came up right away ... and nothing was there.” Candy’s tone went all dramatic at that last bit, like delivering the end of a urban legend in which the girl discovers her boyfriend’s bloody corpse.

  “No!” Katrina exclaimed, looking more comically horrified than ever.

  I couldn’t help it. I had to laugh at Katrina’s antics. Candy got pissed off in an instant.

  “It’s not funny! I’m completely serious,” she scowled. She threw a crispy strip of braised ronka at Katrina.

  “Oh stop it, Candy,” our elder friend said, catching the ronka and nibbling on the end. “A ghost in your quarters? You’re too old for things like that.”

  “A lot you know,” Candy pouted. “When I was a kid, I had a friend who lived in a place where stuff got moved around all the time. Her mom was forever putting her keys down in one place and finding them somewhere else. There are things out there we don’t understand,” she added in a spooky voice.

  “Just because we don’t understand them doesn’t mean there isn’t a logical explanation. Is this the first time something like this has happened in your quarters?”

  “Yes, but these things can take time to crank up,” Candy asserted, like she was an expert on the subject. “Maybe I did something that unknowingly invited a spirit in.”

  “Oh for heaven’s sake,” Katrina said, shaking her head. “Pure bunk.”

  I thought it was best I keep my mouth shut on the subject, seeing as how I wasn’t big on the supernatural and Candy acted insulted by Katrina’s teasing. Unfortunately, Candy turned to me and asked plaintively, “You believe I saw something last night, don’t you, Shalia?”

  I did my darnedest to be diplomatic about it. “I’m sure you think you saw something. Maybe you just dreamed the whole thing. Are you sure you were awake?”

  She scowled. “Yes, I’m sure. Laugh all you want, but something weird happened last night. I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep any more with something creepy invading my room.”

  I thought about telling her sleeping with a Kalquorian man does wonders for getting rest. However, that’s a bit more sharing than I care to do right now. If being friends with Katrina and Candy has taught me anything, it’s that there is a such thing as oversharing.

  March 30, later

  Just when I think I’ve done it all, I surprise myself. Today was no exception.

  I ate lunch and headed back to my quarters with the intent of comming the Dads at long last. Tep and Feru have kept them up to date on my health, but I know they want to talk to me in the worst way. I think I’m finally over my abduction enough for that conversation.