Shalia's Diary #8

by Tracy St. John

  I was too joyfully buzzed on leshella to want to relive any of the less fun times of my trip. I began to edge my way towards the door of the temple, thinking I’d make an escape before I became too notorious to those people.

  Oses figured out what I was about pretty quick. He whispered to Betra, “Help her get outside without anyone noticing. I’ll meet you in a minute.”

  Betra raised a brow, but he didn’t argue. He blocked me from view as much as possible as I slipped out of the temple, using his body as a shield.

  I stepped out into the sunshine and took a deep breath. The nearby stand of trees had a sweet aroma that made me smile. Betra chuckled as I sighed with pleasure.

  “Not enjoying your celebrity?” he teased.

  “Not hardly,” I answered, drinking the last swallow of my leshella with regret. “I wished they’d stuck to talking about the happily clanned couple – uh, couple of couples. Quadruple?” I set my glass down for someone to pick it up later. I gave Betra a sad face. “It’s a shame I felt the need to leave. The poor governor. I feel terrible he’ll have to lug any leshella home because I wasn’t there to help drink it.”

  Betra laughed at my show of drunken generosity. “Maybe they’ll move on to other subjects and you can return to save him the trouble.”

  “No need.” Oses came outside with an armful of bottles. “Where shall we take our private party?”

  I squealed with delight and relieved him of one bottle. Then it occurred to me that maybe my sweeties didn’t want to leave so early. “Just because I’m being a party pooper doesn’t mean you can’t stay.”

  Oses shook his head, grimacing. “They’re telling about Finiuld. I don’t want to stick around for that.”

  Betra shrugged and raised his glass to us before draining it and grabbing a bottle from Oses. “Where you two go, I will follow. Where are we going anyway?”

  I motioned to the trail the hover shuttles used to get from the temple to the settlement. “A walk? It is a nice day.”

  So off we went, drinking and talking and laughing about memories that didn’t hurt.

  We drifted through the trees, following the hover shuttle path that led back to the village of Haven. I was impressed with how Earth-like the planet was and said so.

  “I think the governor said they started terraforming it with an eye to attracting Earthers before the war even ended,” Betra said. “His exact words were, ‘If we can’t get Earther women to come to Kalquor, maybe we can at least get them to move in next door.’”

  I snickered. “I thought he looked like the devious type. No one who smiles like that should be trusted.”

  Oses shrugged. “Ospar is a career politician. He’s been a member of the Royal Council and our ambassador to the Galactic Council. Those types always seem to have something going on behind the scenes.”

  That made me think of Aslada. He was a territorial governor and had been for some time. Did he have any backroom dealings that I should worry about?

  I was too tipsy to care. Besides, politician didn’t have to equal crook, right? One could always hope, especially in Aslada’s case with his brooding good looks.

  We left the woods behind. The village wasn’t too far ahead, but I wasn’t in the mood to be with anyone but my sweethearts. “Let’s go that way,” I said, my arm waving about as I tried to point to the stretch of grass with tons of pretty flowers bobbing their pink-petaled heads at us.

  “Which way?” Betra teased, his head wobbling from side to side as he followed my pointing finger.

  “Yeah, yeah, I know I’ve had too much to drink,” I laughed. “Come on. I want to sit in the sun and enjoy it while I can.”

  We wandered into the field, putting the path and woods behind us. The carpet of pink extended for a good five acres I estimated, with trees ringing three sides and a planted field on the other. I went to the middle of it and flopped down on the springy earth to sprawl on my back. I sighed at the glorious stretch of blue sky overhead.

  “Wonderful,” I said. “I hate the thought of getting on that transport after being in all this open air.”

  “It does seem claustrophobic now that I’m out here,” Betra remarked, sitting down next to me. “This trip had a lot less shore leave than we usually get. We were too busy rushing to get through the unprotected areas of our route. Not much chance of exploring.”

  Oses crouched on the other side of me, his gaze looking over the expanse. “Being so ship-bound has worn on my men. The only reason there hasn’t been more fights breaking out was because the women helped them get rid of some of the – tension.” He smirked at me.

  “Anything for a good cause,” I giggled. I picked a flower and brushed his nose with it. “Nothing like pussy to soothe the savage beasts.”

  Betra threw his head back and laughed. Oses grinned as he batted my flower away. “I’ll take that cure every time.”

  I propped myself up on my elbows and had a look around. “I don’t see anyone around. Want a treatment?”

  What do you know; it turned out they did. Just call me Dr. Shalia.

  The men stretched out on either side of me. Their hands smoothed over my dress, rumpling the skirt as they stroked my body. Happy as always to be the center of attention, I reached for them. Both men swatted my hands.

  “Who said you could touch?” Oses demanded. He frowned.

  I flushed. Oops. Someone didn’t like having his control contested, even if his pet was slightly drunk. Too drunk to have her wits completely about her. I should have been quaking to have him looking at me like that, but instead giggles began to bubble up. Oses tried to remain stern, but Betra’s snickers ruined his ‘lord and master’ vibe. The Nobek rolled his eyes and shook his head, one corner of his mouth trying to twitch in a smile.

  “No more leshella for you,” he said. “And you can stop encouraging her,” he added to the chuckling Imdiko.

  “Sorry,” Betra choked, not sounding apologetic at all. He’d had quite a few drinks too.

  Sighing as if he’d been given quite the load to bear, Oses turned his attention from the Imdiko. His hand slid beneath my skull, cradling it. His face descended to mine.

  Oses brushed his lips over mine, slowly moving his head from side to side so that his mouth caressed me. The motion teased my lips apart, and his tongue swept within to stroke with languorous attention. My body warmed in an instant, and not from the sun beaming down on us from overhead. Oses’ kiss was gentle, but there was command behind it, command that left me trembling. I was inebriated but not insensible to his power. Power that had me smoldering with desire.

  I’d been warned about touching but with him leaning over me, kissing me so that the hairs on my head stood up at attention, I couldn’t resist. My fingertips skated over his shoulders and chest, drinking in the hard muscle under his uniform.

  “Bad girl,” he whispered against my mouth. “I’m going to have to restrain you. Betra, hold her arms.”

  “Yes sir,” the liaison said smartly. That got him a glower from Oses. Betra’s grin disappeared in an instant.

  “Apologies,” he whispered, grabbing my hands and pinning them to the ground over my head. This time he sounded like he meant it.

  “I’ll deal with you later,” the Nobek promised, a growl in his voice. Betra went pale but said nothing else.

  Oses’ attention returned to me. He lifted up to kneel next to me. His hands grasped the skirt of my dress and pulled up, baring my body all the way up to my chest. A breeze wafted over my flushed skin, making me feel naked despite the lacy black bra and panties I wore. Looking me over, Oses made a sound between a grunt and a groan.

  “Nice,” Betra said. “I like you in black lace.”

  “As do I,” Oses agreed. “Almost as much as I like you out of it.”

  With that, he pulled my panties down. The exposure, there in the great outdoors, was particularly profound. Wetness trickled from between my thighs.

  Oses lifted one of my legs so my buttock cleared the grou
nd. He delivered a sharp slap to it.

  I yelped. “Hey! What was that for?”

  “Because I felt like it,” he said in a mild tone.

  That Oses could do such a thing brought me to acute awareness of my vulnerability to him and Betra. It made my insides quake and warm. With Betra holding me down, the Nobek could do any damned thing he wanted with me.

  He took my bra off. My nipples tightened to feel the warm sun pouring on them. It was odd to have my dress bunched at my throat and my underclothes missing. I felt ravished.

  I felt even more so when Oses placed one warm palm on my breast and another on my pussy. It was such a simple gesture, yet it was somehow profound. His hands were on me, as if claiming. Well, he had every right to do so. I’d given him that privilege more times than I could count.

  “Spread your legs farther apart,” he said, looking down at me with calm eyes. If it wasn’t for that obvious spicy scent of arousal, he might have been discussing the weather.

  My legs crept a little more apart. I was aware of how exposed I was out there in that field. Anyone could come by at any time. What had I been thinking?

  Oses took his hand from my mound and licked off the wetness there. Then he smacked my thigh. I yelped at the sharp pain, then moaned as the heat of the strike went straight to my sex.

  “Don’t make me tell you to spread your legs again,” Oses said, one brow lifting.

  “Sorry Master,” I whimpered. I spread wide for him.

  His hand returned to my pussy. He rubbed his thumb up and down my folds, his expression almost absentminded. The thumb of his other hand stroked over my nipple, perking it up to a point. I began to breathe faster.

  Discerning my growing excitement, Oses plucked the nipple lightly, sending thrills of brightness through my body. He did it again and then repeated the action with its twin. Meanwhile his thumb continued to trace a slick path up and down my female slit.

  He looked up at the sky and then at Betra. “It’s nice here. A lot of wide open empty places.”

  Betra nodded. “I am enjoying it. I can’t see either of us settling down as farmers though.”

  Oses laughed. “No, planting fields is certainly not an interest of mine.”

  I wasn’t sure what to think. Here I was, mostly naked, one man holding me down and the other teasing all my girly parts ... and they were having a conversation about farming, of all things.

  However, Oses was still giving me attention. His next pinch wasn’t as gentle as those that came before. He trapped my nipple in a firm grip and tightened until I moaned and writhed. The stab of hurt brought that strange sense of pleasure I always experienced when he was controlling like that. I arched, my body begging for more.

  He released it instead and smiled down at the swollen bit. His thumb stroked my folds, heightening pleasure. I felt honey seeping from me, wetting his hand.

  “She’s extremely excited, my Imdiko. Would you like a taste?” Oses smirked at Betra.

  Irritation warred with eagerness. “From your hand, I suppose,” he said, his face darkening with embarrassment.

  “Of course.”

  Betra struggled as he always did when Oses offered something that meant a hint of intimacy and loss of control. Yet Oses’ offer held a taste of humiliation too, and that was Betra’s biggest weakness.

  “Fine,” he said, his head lowering as he refused to look the Nobek in the face. “I want it.”

  Oses’ hand left my pussy, my juices glistening on his dark flesh. He pushed his thumb and each wet finger in the Imdiko’s mouth to be sucked clean.

  When he was done, Oses cupped my sex again, and his thumb began tracing once more. He played with my unpinched breast, making the nipple on that side hard and tight before pinching it too. He held it in his vise-like grip until I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my twat against his other hand. Then he released my nipple and I cried out to feel the blood rushing into the engorged nub.

  I was so aroused that I could feel my pulse beating away in my clit. I would have given anything for Oses to touch me there.

  The Nobek watched me with heavy-lidded eyes. His strokes were languorous, as if he had all day to torment me. He was nowhere near my clit, where I wanted him most of all. My hips bucked helplessly, trying to find contact and failing.

  Oses suddenly shoved a finger inside me. I gasped to be entered in such an abrupt way. My channel closed over the digit, greedy to be filled. He worked it in and out, watching me take him with lazy interest.

  A second finger invaded. For an instant the rush of excitement made my thighs draw together. I got a warning look, Oses’ brows descending low over his eyes. Frightened by the stern expression, I spread wide again. I didn’t want him to stop, not when that sweet fluttering had begun in earnest in my gut.

  Oses pressed against my sheath, searching. My body galvanized as he found the good place, the part that made my toes curl and my heels drum against the ground. A grin twisted up one side of Oses’ mouth.

  “There it is. My pet’s favorite place to be stroked.”

  His fingers drummed in and out of me, rubbing against that hot, eager place. Molten energy poured from his touch into my core, sparking higher with each thrust. My insides twisted and churned. My body broke out in a sweat as I strained towards fulfillment.

  Then Oses pulled his fingers free, smiling as I wailed in bereavement. But not surprise. I’d expected him to push me like he always does.

  This time Betra didn’t hesitate to lick me from the Nobek’s fingers. If he’d been a puppy, I think his tail would have wagged.

  Oses went back to that wonderful-awful thumb stroke he’d used before fingerfucking me to near climax. He lay next to me so that he could kiss my breasts, his mouth wet, hot, and open. Between kisses he rumbled, “I like you this way, pet. Trembling. Gasping for breath. Your pussy wet and clenching, hoping I’ll shove my cock into it.”

  I panted. My vision was blurred, most of my concentration on his mouth pleasuring my tits and his thumb playing over my folds. Oses was getting me to where I couldn’t think past the sensations. The calloused pad of his thumb came in occasional contact with my clit, setting off shivery jolts that raced up my spine and into my skull. He nipped the swollen tips of my breasts with hard teeth, adding to the bursts of sensation. I shuddered under the delicious assault.

  I was dimly aware of puffs of breeze cooling my sweating skin, of making tendrils of my hair dance and sway. I knew Betra’s hands held me securely, keeping me pinned helpless to the ground. I heard the chirp of birds as they called to one another.

  But those things entered my consciousness only a little. Most of me was concerned with Oses’s hands and mouth as he used them expertly on me.

  Then his lips were gone, his intense gaze resting on my face. My sight filled with those purple eyes with their cat-slitted pupils. He watched me as two fingers again entered my pussy, the tips rubbing hard against the point of explosive pleasure as his thumb drew circles around my clit.

  My mouth opened, a blast of breath escaping from me in a rush as my cunt clutched hard around his driving fingers. I jerked on the ground, unable to stop myself from moving. I swear I could feel my clit swelling like a balloon in response to Oses’ fondling. A high-pitched whistling sound emitted from my throat.

  “That’s it. Losing all thought now. All conscious control except to obey what I want of you.” Oses’ voice sounded distant but still powerful. His will was mine, and I had no choice but to bow to it.

  Exquisite rapture built in my belly, driving me inch by inch into inevitable orgasm. I was trapped between wanting that beautiful cataclysm and needing to wait for my master’s permission. I swung from one extreme to the next, like a pendulum that couldn’t stop, couldn’t settle on one side.

  “Sweet little pet,” Oses purred, his eyes still holding me with that penetrating stare. “Laying here under my power, unable to deny me the delight of doing as I wish with you.”

  I moaned, a plaintive, pleading
note. The Nobek’s answer was to shove a third finger inside me and thrust faster than ever. His thumb rubbed right over my clit, making my whole body draw tight.

  “You may come for me,” Oses whispered.