Shalia's Diary Book 12

by Tracy St. John

  I laughed. “Except for the doting part, which I’d do full time if possible, you’ve clanned the wrong woman, big man.”

  “I thought so.” His adoring smile turned suspicious. “How did you get here? Shalia, if you flew alone to visit me—”

  “Settle down,” I told him, my tone as warning as his. “Cifa had some errands to run. He brought me here and your security practically smothered me walking from the bay to your office. Didn’t you notice those wonderful goons crowding Najo’s space?”

  “As a matter of fact, I did. I just wasn’t certain how you found your way from Cifiler to Tesen Eknat.” He relaxed, his Dramok-ness easing down a notch. “Sorry. You wouldn’t take unnecessary chances.”

  “I’ll forgive you if you give me a kiss,” I promised.

  “I’ll give you a lot more than that,” he leered, his hands reaching down to cup my ass.

  “In that case, you’re forgiven in perpetuity for anything else you might do wrong.”

  He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. A few steps, and Seot laid me down on his seating area’s floor cushions, kissing me so that I was liquid and gooey with all my clothes still on. I rubbed against him wantonly as his weight settled on me.

  “Mmm, I do love a midday fuck,” Seot mumbled against my lips as he tilted my hips up. My skirt slid away from my thighs and hips, allowing him to settle the hard ridge of his erections against my panty-clad mound. He rubbed, delivering a dry humping that had me straining against him.

  “I never would have known you’re a fan of afternoon delights,” I muttered, moving against him, applying the most glorious friction to my eager clit.

  “Let me show you. I don’t want there to be a moment of doubt.” His fingers, sliding inside the leg of my panties, searched out my slit. “Such a good girl. Always nice and wet for her Dramok.”

  My breath caught as he shoved two digits inside me. Seot has this amazing capacity to be demanding without making a big deal out of it. He takes what he wants, as if it’s his to have. Which it is, when it comes to me and my body. He’s welcome to every inch of me anytime he wishes.

  With his fingers working in and out of me, fucking what belonged to him, my core lit with a heavy brightness. We’ve not been clanned three months, and Seot knows how to play me so that I’m ready to beg for his cocks within seconds. Even if his fingerings are sublime.

  I’d worn a new top with a loose neckline today, and I’d planned to never wear it again. It was a gorgeous blouse, but I’d spent the morning fussing with it, trying not to flashing my male staff with cleavage. I’d thought I’d be returning it later this week.

  Seot showed me how I appreciated the shirt. He pulled it—and one strap of my bra—down to expose a breast. Discovering the leeway the neckline had, he bared all of my chest, bunching the fabric beneath two of his favorite playthings. Talk about easy access. With my skirt hiked up and my blouse pulled down, I looked ravished, a fact that made my situation all the more exciting.

  I’m keeping the blouse.

  That decision was affirmed as Seot mouthed my tits, licking and nipping and sucking like a famished animal gorging at a feast. Stinging warmth suffused the mounds as he enjoyed his rough use of them. I whimpered and writhed beneath his attentions, tossed between little jabs of pain and waves of pleasure. Especially when he captured a nipple between his teeth and lashed the pebbled flesh with his tongue. Each touch shot straight to my clit, a zinging blast that left me squirming with growing violence.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Seot growled when my wriggling got too enthusiastic for his approval.

  “Nowhere, my Dramok,” I gasped. “It’s just that it feels so wonderful.”

  “Does it? Does my girl want it rough?”

  “I’ll take it however you want me to take it.”

  Seot’s grin was more like a snarl, raising the hairs on my body. He pulled his talented fingers from my pussy and licked them clean before grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head. Holding me down, he gave my breast a smack. It stung, but I knew how careful he was being. Just enough hurt to excite me.

  “I like that. Do you like it?” he demanded.

  “Yes, my Dramok.” Hell yes.

  He slapped my pussy. I cried out, kicking at the air—but I was careful to not try and shield myself from any further swats he might determine I needed.

  “I like that too. And I like shoving my cocks in your pussy,” Seot told me. “Both of them. At the same time.”

  Oh, sweet prophets. The surge of excitement that hit me stole my breath. I suddenly remembered how to lie still.

  My Dramok gripped both shafts, moving them to my womanhood. His purple gaze held me as securely pinned as the hand on my wrists. “That’s right. Keep that gorgeous cunt open for me. Here I come for you, ready or not.”

  Mentally, I’m always ready for what Seot chooses to do. Physically—well, that was a lot of man to accept all at once. Despite the whole ‘lord and master and Dramok’ vibe my clanmate had going, he was careful. I never doubted for a second that even with the rougher play, he’d take care of me.

  God, I love him.

  He pressed into me, claiming me a little at a time. I ached, but in the manner I enjoy. He watched carefully, intuiting when to stop and let me adjust. For my part, I relaxed as much as I could to accept his doubled girth. When his cocks jerked with each whimper, I did so more often.

  “Take it,” he whispered, his breath coming faster, his pupils enlarging. “That pussy needs all of me inside it.”

  When he was far enough in so that there was no worry of him slipping out, he released himself. He had me lick the slickness from his palm, feeding me the spicy musk of his lubrication. I sucked each finger as if it were a cock, claiming every drop I could. I adore the taste of my clan leader.

  When I’d cleaned his hand, he circled my throat with it. Again, it was all about the enjoyment of the power play, no actual threat. The illusion of being ravished, perhaps against my will, made my pussy spasm around his encroaching cocks.

  Seot grinned at my excitement. “That’s it. I’m fucking you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  He got another convulsion for that. Evil, wonderful man.

  He was more wonderful when all that astounding girth rubbed up against my hotspot. Didn’t I come up off those cushions when he did that! All that Kalquorian weight wasn’t enough to stop me from arching away from the ground. The blast that shot through me tried to rocket me straight up into the cosmos. Vivid, dazzling rapture, exploding in my guts. And it didn’t stop. No, not with Seot pressing deeper, claiming me inch by marvelous inch. Sweet and holy prophets, I worried I might faint from the radiant bliss beaming through my very being. It might have been an orgasm. I don’t know—it was so intense, so blinding, it must have been one. Yet it went on without pause and felt so much more. Maybe how the ecstatic oneness with the Almighty must have been to the saints.

  Ha! As if I’d ever be mistaken for a saint.

  Still, it was maybe the most incredible joining I’ve had with anyone. My consciousness felt as if it was expanding, encompassing all of creation. And it did not stop…not while Seot fucked me.

  The rest of our lovemaking was this crazy exaltation, this out-of-control rapture that seems detailed and misty all at once. I could tell you how Seot’s nostrils flared with each breath, how his eyelids fluttered as he took me, how his lips trembled as he closed in on climax. I swear I remember the exact nuance of pressure of his hand pinning my wrists to the cushions over my head—I bet I could count the threads in that cushion simply by the sharpness of my memory of those moments. Though his other hand on my throat did not press at all, I could trace the whorls of his fingerprints through the nuance of touch. His weight on my hips, sliding back and forth. And the bursting pressure of his cocks, his wonderful and astounding cocks, crowded tight in my pussy, holding me in that astonishing thrall.

  None of it compared to watching Seot’s face
soften as his head fell back and he cried out the joy of release. In my state of heightened awareness, I swear I experienced his orgasm with him. I realized the tightness of his secondary cock as it filled with blazing heat. I knew the lightning strike of the instant of climax, Seot’s seed firing into his primary with almost painful elation as my passage clutched him in wet softness. I knew the violently sweet jolts of his passion jetting from him in stomach-clenching fury, gushing into me, his adoring Matara. We called out each other’s names with one voice.

  I know it was only my imagination, but I love the idea that maybe, just maybe, I shared a wondrous moment of telepathy. If I could share a smidgeon of Seot’s experience, I’d be thrilled. He is a part of my soul.

  March 25

  It happened. I saw Nang. He is on Kalquor. He is stalking me.

  Because I’m being so careful, I was thankfully not alone. I was surrounded by people who could keep me safe though I was not at home, at the office, or with any of my clanmates. I was at the Cifiler docks with my vid production crew and a couple of the Nobeks from the company’s security department.

  We’d decided we deserved some air and inspiration for the upcoming winter marketing schedule, so we loaded ourselves up in a company shuttle and flew out to the pier. Soaking in the holiday atmosphere would give us a boost of motivation.

  I was reminded of when I’d gone on the inaugural cruise of the smallest ship of the fleet. The cruise hadn’t ended quite the way any of my clan had envisioned, but it had started off magnificently. I felt wonderful as I wandered with my staff along the lineup of ships in port, either disgorging happy and relaxed passengers, taking excited vacationers on, or being cleaned and readied between trips. Music and laughter filled the air, against a background of humming hovercarts, which zoomed about with luggage, provisions, and mechanical parts. The air of celebration was so effusive that I wanted to convince my clan to cruise again. There is no greater energy than that of anticipation and satisfaction, and it was there in plenty this morning.

  It was exactly what my team needed. Ideas came fast and furious as we watched the fun. And we were all on the same page, which never ceases to launch new creativity. No sooner did I have an idea, then one of my team would say it out loud.

  “Open with dreary, mundane work scene, cast in muted colors. Ask the viewers if life is tedious, monotonous. Then, boom! Colors, music, brightness!”

  “A clan dragging themselves off to work in a shuttle. They fly over this scene, look at each other, and agree without a word. They’re out of here!”

  “Matara Shalia, your people celebrate some festive holiday in the winter, don’t they? What about a spot featuring a clan with an Earther Matara boarding a ship to commemorate that occasion?”

  I greeted Dramok Iknu’s suggestion with wide-eyed delight. “Iknu, not just a commemoration! An actual Christmas cruise! Is it too late to pull something like that together? Tarl, make a note for me to talk to Cifa, asap.”

  My Imdiko aide grinned and lifted his handheld. “Already have it, along with everything else. Keep talking, team.”

  They did, the suggestions coming faster and faster. I was laughing with the others, giddy with our inventiveness, when I saw him over Iknu’s shoulder. A fleeting glimpse of Nang, as the constant eddies of voyagers and ship’s crews between us parted for an instant.

  For a moment, it was as if I’d materialized back on Earth. It was me boarding the transport all over again, leaving my home planet for the last time. And in the distance, a man almost as tall but not as broad as Dr. Flencik. Standing as he had on that long-ago day, watching me flee from not my ravaged, dying world and him, as well.

  Except not quite. Where Nang had watched me with a sense of loss as I departed Earth, appearing forgotten and alone, he now stared at me with determination. A smile curled his lips, as if he’d won a victory.

  I stood frozen, unable to move. I couldn’t scream as Nang and I stared at each other. He was the same and yet not the same as I’d left him. The determined gaze that could denote security or threat had not changed. The set jaw, square and matching the rest of his rugged face. The scar on his chin—had I ever asked him where it came from? If I had, I couldn’t remember the answer.

  His jet-black hair had a sheen to it that had been missing before. A silvery shine in the sun, the first hint of gray. His eyes were hollowed, the shadows deep pools beneath them. More creases on his forehead and bracketing the corners of his lips. Thinner, honed to muscle and sinew by deprivation. Yet with the changes, there was no doubt it was Nang. I knew him though I had no more than two seconds to identify him.

  A group of people passed, blocking my view. At the same instant, Tarl noted something was up. “Matara Shalia? Is something wrong?”

  In the sudden silence that descended over my crew, I heard myself say, “Nang. He’s here.”

  Startled exclamations greeted my words. They had been briefed. Nang’s picture had been posted to every employee of Cifiler’s headquarters. The men surrounding me turned and twisted, trying to find my pursuer.

  My bodyguards, Nobeks Der and Etin, crowded at my side in a flash. “Where?” Der asked.

  “He’s right over—well, he was over there, near Dock Twelve.” The group that had interrupted my view moved, clearing the sightline for me to discover Nang was no longer there. “Where did he go?”

  “Stay with her, Etin. I’ll check.” Der raced off in the direction of Dock Twelve.

  Etin nodded, his gaze as sharp as his chin and nose as he raised his com to his lips. “Cifiler Dock Security, we have a sighting of Dramok Nang. Coordinate and search.”

  Meanwhile, I had my own com out. I buzzed Nobek Breft of Global Security.

  “Matara Shalia, how did you know I was about to contact you?” came the fierce officer’s greeting. “I’ve viewed a security vid from a spaceport on the Esofu Continent. Last month, some seed containers arrived from Haven Colony and landed there. A man was in one of them. It was Nang.”

  Any other time, the news would have stunned me. However, I’d seen the news vid report of that exact occurrence. It had played before my promo for Cifiler’s small ship cruise aired. It had played during the official launch of the ship. Empress Jessica had joked about it.

  I should have known it could have been Nang, but I’d been so nervous that night. All I’d cared about was my damned promo.

  None of that was important now. “Officer Breft, I saw the son of a bitch. He wasn’t thirty yards from where I’m standing now.”

  Stunned silence. Then he barked, “Are you with others?”

  “My vid production crew and a member of Cifiler security. The dock guards are trying to locate Nang now. He disappeared a moment after he made certain I saw him.”

  I gave Breft my location, promised him I wasn’t going anywhere without every last member of my team by my side. Indeed, my Imdiko companions appeared as fierce as Nobek Etin. Breft said he was on his way and signed off.

  My next coms were to my poor clanmates. I pitied them at that instant. They’d really signed themselves up for a piece of hell when they chose to make me their Matara. Yet none of them sounded anything but angry and frightened that I was under a threat.

  Naturally, it was Larten I spoke to first. “Before you freak out, I’m fine. I’m in the company of security and my team. I saw Nang at the docks.”

  “Stay with the rest and in full view of the public. I’m coming.”

  Next it was Seot, who cursed colorfully after I assured him I was safe and would remain so. If I wasn’t so upset, I’d have begged him for lessons on how to wield profanity with such style. I’d never heard him rant like that before. He finished as soon as he reached his shuttle.

  “Don’t com Cifa. He can’t pilot worth shit when he’s upset, and odds are, he’ll ignore automatic travel controls in this situation. I’ll pick him up, and we’ll be right there.”

  When I ended the com, I noted our grim party had gained the attention of many of those coming an
d going on the cruises. Ugh, this was not the kind of publicity Cifiler needed. I told my crew, “Okay guys, even someone as far around the bend as Nang won’t chance a real confrontation in front of everyone. I’m safe with all of you. Smile at our clients. Don’t let on anything is wrong. They’re trying to have fun.”

  Bless those boys, they did their best to follow my orders. When anyone glanced our way, the guys grinned, nodded, and waved them on. The act lasted until Breft’s gang showed up.

  Sirens were wailing when Global Security appeared. Holy Hannah, what an uproar, with at least fifteen enforcement shuttles touching down nearby and scattering Cifiler’s patrons. So much for putting on a good face for everyone.

  Larten’s smaller shuttle landed among them barely a second later. He trotted up with Breft and Raxstad. As Breft came close, he was shouting at the other ferocious-featured officers, erupting by fours and sixes from the shuttles. “Surround the place! Search the entire pier, including the ships! Make certain Dramok Nang isn’t hiding anywhere!”