Shalia's Diary #7

by Tracy St. John

  I lapped all over the tip of his primary cock, coaxing a few more drops of pre-cum out. Betra straightened a little, bringing his secondary cock up to receive attention as well. From there, I was guided by his movements: the smaller prick at mouth level so that I could lick its tip, the primary lowered to take its place for more tasting, a few shallow thrusts into my mouth with the smaller cock rubbing beneath my chin, then the secondary rising once more for attention.

  Tasting those fevered lengths made me ache all the more for actual intercourse. My poor pussy flexed and creamed, aching for attention. I knew that though I couldn’t have sex right now, Betra would not leave me wanting. In the meantime, I was fulfilled by giving him pleasure. His raspy breathing told me I succeeded in that endeavor.

  “I’m going to jerk off into your mouth,” he gasped. “Keep licking.”

  “May I touch myself?” I asked, desperate for contact, even my own.

  “No. That pussy belongs to me. Give me your wrists.”

  Even as part of me felt bereft that I could not grant myself additional excitement, another part thrilled at the control Betra insisted on. I gave him my wrists, which he gathered in one big hand. He pinned them behind my head against the back of the lounger.

  “Lick it,” he said, gripping his larger cock and pushing it against my lips. “When I tell you, open your mouth wide so I can watch my cum fill it.”

  I wound my tongue about the tip of his prick, licking more of his essence as he masturbated. His pulse pounded frantically in the vein that ran on the underside. I closed my lips around the bit in my mouth and suckled. Then I licked as far up his shaft as I could reach.

  Through it all he pulled at himself, his strokes getting stronger and faster. He jerked himself like he was trying to win a race. I had to pause to say, “In a hurry to get back to work?”

  He shook his head. “I’d love to do this all day, but I don’t want you tired out. Keep licking. This won’t take long.”

  With Betra, what could be taken as a selfish act is actually all about me. If I showed the first instance of flagging, he’d stop no matter how miserable it made him. God love that man.

  I went to work on him with a will, both to let him have his fun and to show him I was in no danger of tiring. My poor pussy throbbed with want. I needed to come too.

  It was only a couple minutes later ... probably less ... when Betra groaned and his eyes rolled back a little. “Here ... I come ... oh ... fuck ... yeah,” he ground out.

  I opened my mouth wide, cupping the end of his cock with my tongue so as to catch everything. A moment later heat jetted into my mouth and down my throat. Betra groaned loudly, his gaze fixed on watching it happen.

  I swallowed with slow deliberation just to make him groan again. Excitement spiked in my gut as I fulfilled his lust. He finished and shook as the last spicy-salty spurt left his cock.

  “Fuck, that was good,” he breathed. “Thank you.”

  I grinned up at him despite need riding me like a sadistic jockey on a horse. “You don’t usually let yourself be fulfilled first.”

  “I know you,” Betra said, backing off the lounger. He knelt down and pushed my skirt up. Pulling my panties off, he said, “Once I get you off, your poor little body will want a nap. But you’ll feel guilty if you don’t reciprocate, and then I’ll have to listen to you whine and pretend you’re not exhausted—”

  “Whine?” I barked. “When do I whine?”

  He spread my legs and smiled at what was between them. “Complain, then. Bitch at me. Whatever you want to call it.”

  I was ready to tell him off (even though I knew he told the truth) when he leaned in and got a mouthful of me. My twat fizzed with joy, shutting down all protests and arguments and, yes, bitching. Especially when a couple of fingers entered me, sliding in and out, the tips dragging hard against all the best places.

  My thighs tightened around Betra’s head, gripping him like a vise. He chuckled against my clit, sending delicious vibrations through me. I cried out and arched.

  “Nmm ehmsurmng mrsmmm,” he mumbled in a warning tone. He buzzed my happy place better than a vibrator.

  “What?” I gasped. I let up enough for him to gain some air and speak normally.

  “No exerting yourself,” he repeated. His blue-purple eyes flashed at me, but he looked amused. My juices covered him from nose to chin.

  “Oh,” I got out before he buried his face in me again.

  I tried to relax because I knew he was right. Someone should have sent a memo to my hips. I couldn’t keep them from jerking and bucking in reaction to Betra’s talented mouth, tongue, and fingers.

  He shoved a third finger in and drummed into me. He licked and sucked my clit with force that verged on uncomfortable. In short, he did everything just right, as usual. I didn’t climb to orgasm; I raced to win that bitch.

  “Just ... just a little more,” I panted. “Almost ... almost ... don’t stop ... almost...”

  My whole body went taut, readying for detonation. A few more seconds would get me there. I was on the cusp now, my pussy gathering itself for the big release.

  “One more second ... yeah ... yeah ... yeahyeahyeahyeahYEAHYEAHYEAH!”

  Sweet, engorging, billowing fire, racing from that single point of ignition and racing through my veins. My body lit like a giant firecracker, shooting for the stratosphere. Boom-boom-boom, like a gazillion rockets. It was magnificent.

  My legs fell apart, as sturdy as overcooked noodles. I sagged all over, my body sinking into lounger cushions. I lay quiet, letting the last tiny spasms fizzle as Betra licked me clean.

  “That’s a nice smile,” he said when he came up for air. His expression was smug. It deserved to be.

  “Thank you,” I mumbled. “Much better.”

  He got up. I was already nodding off when he cradled me in his arms and walked me to my bedroom. I swear I never felt him put me to bed. I have no idea if I said goodbye before he left. I slept like the dead for the next hour.

  July 11, early

  I just received the strangest message from Earth. I’m on the verge of a full freak out.

  There was no return frequency, no identification of the sender. It was sent several days ago, which is par for the course due to the distance the transport is from Earth. The message was one sentence long. It said: ‘Com your fathers about Commander Nang.’

  That’s it. That’s all I know. So why am I panicking? Because nothing to do with me is ever small. I seem to be the universe’s fuck-over magnet. I get out of one scrape just to fall flat on my face in another. It’s like tripping in a cow pasture. No matter where it happens, I know I will faceplant in poo.

  I can’t take any more craziness. I’m still weak. I have Anrel to worry over now. I’ll be on Kalquor in about two months, without Oses and Betra to watch over me.

  Okay, deep breaths. Nang is back on Earth. He can’t do anything to me. Maybe something bad happened to him and he wants me to know about it. After all, before he got weird we did have a few good times. He may even be Anrel’s natural father. If anything awful has happened to him, I should know about it.

  But who sent me the message if not my dads? One of Nang’s clanmates? Or do I dare hope that someone from Clan Dusa is reaching out to me?

  Boy, doesn’t that send a pang of sadness through me. It’s been a long time since Dusa, Esak, and Weln cut off all communications. Anrel’s other potential fathers made it a point to walk away. We couldn’t clan ... and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to clan ... and that killed the relationship off.

  It had to have come from someone in Clan Nang or Clan Dusa. Why the cryptic message though? Why just that one statement?

  I could wait until I have that instant feedback to Earth to find out, but I’m too wigged out right now. I know one man who might have some answers for me. Let’s see if he has time for good old frantic Shalia.

  July 11, later

  Oses’ office door was open when I showed up. The instant I appeared in h
is doorway, he shoved his work to one side and stood, his feral face going savage. “What’s wrong?” he growled.

  Boy, talk about someone who is ready to jump in front of a bullet for a girl. Just one look at me and the weapons commander geared up to kick some ass. I swear the muscles in his scarred arms swelled like balloons. Gotta love those sleeveless uniforms. I was turned on and freaked out all at once.

  I also felt kind of bad for verging on hysterics. Oses can’t stand to see me endangered. He nearly had a breakdown over it. I fought to make myself appear calmer.

  “Maybe nothing,” I said in the most sensible tone I could muster. “I got a weird message, and I’m probably reading all sorts of stuff into it that don’t belong.”

  I had loaded the message into my handheld computer. I brought up the short and not-so-sweet text for Oses to read.

  “Nang. The Dramok who fixated on you and may be Anrel’s biological sire?” he mused. The crease between his brows deepened and then he glanced at me shifting nervously on my feet. “Shalia, sit down. You walked here all by yourself?”

  I knew I was probably in trouble for that, but in my panic I hadn’t been thinking straight. I perched on the nearby chair. “I know, it was stupid given my condition. I flipped out. I didn’t even realize I’d done it until you said something.”

  He raised an eyebrow at me. “Adrenaline is a wonderful thing in an emergency, but this doesn’t qualify. You’ll probably be weak as a baby in a few moments.”

  That made me think of Anrel. “Oses, can Nang make trouble for me and Anrel? That was my first thought when I saw the message. What if his duties ended and he left Earth? What if he’s headed for Kalquor?”

  Oses came around the desk and knelt at my feet. His hands, as big as my head, cupped my face. “Even if that is the case, he’s months behind us. If he’s headed home, it will be nine months before he gets there.”

  “So I got worked up over nothing,” I said, relaxing. “I guess I’m so used to one emergency after another that I’m jumping at shadows now.”

  “I didn’t say you shouldn’t be alert,” Oses said. He frowned, his gaze going distant as he considered. “It could be nothing. It could be someone thought you should know that something happened to this Nang due to your past association with him.”

  “I thought of that possibility myself,” I said. “If I knew who sent the message, that might help.”

  Oses got up and propped himself against the desk edge. He picked up my handheld and scowled at the message. He tapped in a few commands and scowled even harder at the results.

  “What?” I prodded.

  The big Nobek gave me a smile that was probably supposed to be comforting. With that fierce visage, he doesn’t do comforting well. “It’s probably nothing. Best to be sure though. I’ll make some inquiries to Earth and see what I can find out.”

  “Tell me what you’re thinking, Oses,” I said. “Don’t try to protect me by acting like it’s nothing when it’s something. I’ll think the worst if you don’t share what’s banging around in that head of yours.”

  That got me a real smile, one of respect. “Always ready to face the dark, aren’t you, my pet? As I said, it’s probably nothing. I’m being an old, suspicious Nobek.”

  “But?”

  “But the com frequency this came from has been scrambled to prevent tracing it. I can tell it came from Earth, but not specifically where on Earth or who sent it. Someone doesn’t want you or anyone else to know he sent it. Yet it was important enough to him to get you a message. This makes me think it’s a warning of some sort.”

  I swallowed hard. “Like Nang has been re-assigned to Kalquor. That maybe someone thinks he’s still got an urge to see me.”

  “That could be.” Oses reached over to caress my face. “If that is the case, we’ll find out. I’ll see to it that safeguards will be in place to keep him from you, if necessary. You won’t be left without protection, pet.”

  I started to feel better about the situation. “Thanks, Oses. My biggest worry is that Nang might find out that Anrel could be his daughter. That he’ll try to push the issue.”

  The weapons commander’s face darkened. “There is no issue. No matter the biological status, he has no claim on either you or Anrel. Both of you will be kept safe.”

  I was mostly reassured by Oses’ assertion. However, a little part of me was reminded that I’d been in danger before, danger that a number of destroyers and Kalquorians hadn’t shielded me from. If Nang was heading back to Kalquor and wasn’t ready to give up his hopes that I would be a part of his life, I needed to know I could keep Anrel secure. Somehow, I would have to up the odds in my favor.

  I wish I had a clue on how to do that.

  Before I could ask Oses’ opinion, Betra walked into the room staring at his handheld. “Hey Oses, on that little escapade we were planning—”

  “I have a visitor, Imdiko,” Oses said in a warning voice.

  Betra looked up and his mouth dropped wide open to see me. “Shalia! What are you doing here?” He rounded on the weapons commander, his expression turning angry with accusation. “Did you bring her in here?”

  “I came on my own,” I said. “I got a freaky message and acted stupid.”

  “I should say it was stupid. You know you shouldn’t be exerting yourself that much. Wait, what freaky message? What happened?” His mind was going a mile a minute, trying to catch up to the shock of my being there.

  “What is this ‘escapade’ you two are having?” I countered, curiosity overriding my worry over my liaison catching me out and about.

  Betra reddened and turned to Oses for help. The Nobek looked amused over the whole affair.

  He waved Betra to the seat next to mine. “I’ll catch you up on the latest, Imdiko. Right now, it’s nothing to be worried about.” I noticed he stressed the words ‘right now’.

  He showed my liaison the com message I’d received. Betra looked as confused as I felt, as well as a touch alarmed. “Neither of you has any idea who would send this?” he asked.

  “Ideas aplenty, but to find out for sure I’d have to talk to people who don’t necessarily want to talk to me,” I answered.

  “We’ll discover what is going on with this Dramok Nang soon enough,” Oses said. “We’ll reach the wormholes in two days. I’ll com the Atlanta site where he was last stationed and get a report. If he and his clan have been recalled to Kalquor, we’ll know well ahead of time.”

  “I’ll com my dads,” I said. “Whoever sent me that message seemed sure they know what’s happened or is happening.”

  “I wonder if he found out you were pregnant,” Betra mused. “If that’s the case, he may have said something in your informant’s presence that worried him.”

  I shook my head, thinking of Anrel. Would Nang want to see her? Would he try to insinuate himself in her life, believing he was her father? If so, what could I do about it?

  Oses tugged gently on a lock of my hair. “Measures will be adopted to keep you and the baby safe, Shalia. Don’t doubt that for a second.”

  “I don’t,” I answered. “But nothing is guaranteed. Can I carry my blaster around on Kalquor?”

  Betra muttered an oath. “Are you that afraid of this Nang?”

  “He was obsessed,” I said. “When it comes to Anrel, I don’t want anything left to chance.”

  “Not just anyone can walk around in public with firearms. Only police, security officers, military, and people trained in weaponry with a compelling reason,” Oses told me. “You would be able to keep your blaster in your quarters with no problem, but locked away in a safe place where Anrel cannot get to it.”

  “Well duh,” I said. What kind of moron wouldn’t keep a dangerous weapon out of the reach of their kid?

  I was ready for a change of subject. “You were discussing an escapade when you came in? Do I get to be a part of that? Or is it something for just the two of you?”

  “What makes you think you’re in any shape for advent
ure?” Betra frowned. “There is still the matter of you coming here on your own. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that.”

  I waved him off. “Okay, my legs feel like limp noodles right now, but I’m fine otherwise.”

  “You think you’re fine.”

  “So punish me for being a twit. You can schedule my spanking for when I’m better.” The thought of a spanking made me feel happy all over. I sure will be glad when I’m recovered.

  Oses grinned at Betra. “Add it to our plans.”

  I sat straight up. “So I am a part of it. What is it? What are we going to do?”