Shalia's Diary #8

by Tracy St. John

  The straps wound around my waist and upper thighs. The triangle sat squarely on my clit. Oses tightened the straps to make it fit snugly. I knew before he told me that the thing would vibrate.

  “Keep those hands behind your back,” Betra said, settling back on a seating cushion to watch the show. “Misbehave, and you’ll spend all night aroused with no chance of an orgasm.”

  Oses also settled back, lounging comfortably on another cushion. He held something in his hand, something he pressed a button on.

  The vibrator buzzed to life, sending enthralling tremors through me. My jaw dropped open as I gasped. My eyes went unfocused as my pussy felt as if it tried to draw itself up to the juddering pad. I felt things inside clenching tight, making me more aware of the plug in the tighter passage. Even the burning of my nipples was pleasurable now, adding to the heat sweeping through me. I was going to come. I could feel it happening, that delicious unraveling inside, making me tense in readiness.

  It stopped. The vibrator went silent and still, leaving me suspended on the verge of release. A groan rippled up from my relaxing abdomen. I eased back from the edge.

  I knelt with my head down, taking deep breaths as I struggled to calm myself. I had no idea how long they’d choose to play with me. It might be a long time. A lot depended on how demanding their own urges became before they decided to take me.

  I wasn’t in the mood to play the brat anymore. I was a good little girl, their sweet pet. I would do my best to obey their whims.

  I still nearly jumped to my feet when Betra tugged on one of the weights making my breast ache. Fresh pain bloomed, and I squeezed my eyes shut against it. He tugged on the other one, and I bit my lips together. A whimper still escaped.

  “Tough little lady,” Betra said in appreciation. “She endures a lot for us.”

  “She does. I enjoy seeing how far I can push her before she starts to crumble,” Oses agreed.

  The vibrator shuddered to life again. My clit trembled under its power, rushing headlong towards orgasm once more. The hurt from my nipples became a delightful heat, sinking into my gut to join with the demanding sensations there. Arousal leapt high, fed as much by the men’s control as actual feeling. It licked through me, devouring, consuming, taking me ever closer to the explosive end.

  Oses turned it off again. I panted, little noises of strain bleeding through my throat with every breath. My pulse roared through my ears.

  This time it was Oses who played with the clamps. It wasn’t pain making me want to squirm as he did so; there was only riotous rapture to be felt now. Even so, the desperate urge for immediate climax receded.

  Just as I’d managed to settle into an aching simmer, he turned the vibrator on again. I hurried towards orgasm, reaching the brink when he denied me again.

  Over and over until my entire universe was nothing but pulsing need and painful denial. I don’t know how long they kept me like that. My whole body jittered with desperate desire, needing to come and not able to. I felt like one huge unrequited throb.

  Oh please…

  I’m not sure if I said it out loud. I think I must have. All I know was that Betra and Oses lifted me from my knees, turning me over so that I lay on my back on one of the seating cushions. Their expressions were caring. Loving. I knew I had pleased them and I warmed with joy despite the agony of denied orgasm.

  They removed the nipple clamps. The rush of renewed circulation made me groan and writhe as they kissed the hurt from the swollen tips. Then they took the vibrator away, exposing my engorged clit. The feeling of the butt plug leaving my body made me arch as a thunderclap of profound need echoed through me.

  The two men hurriedly stripped, exposing four extremely livid, extremely hard cocks. At least it wasn’t just me who was crazed with want.

  They turned me over again. Betra knelt before me, his eager lengths in front of my face. Oses knelt behind me, his cocks pressing against my mound. He moved a little, letting the front shaft drag against my clit. I bit back the cry that wanted to escape, mindful of Anrel sleeping in her room.

  Betra rubbed the tip of his larger cock over my lips, painting them with his juices. I licked the end of him, feeling how hot and ready he was for pleasure. He pressed and I opened, delighting in the velvet steel of his invasion.

  Oses raised my hips with his calloused grip, readying me for his penetration. He was as slick as Betra. He slid into me in a long, single stroke that brought me right up to the edge of climax again.

  I moaned frantically around Betra’s shaft, which he was making me take in short, fast thrusts. The silk of his flesh ran over my tongue, his pulse drumming hard. Oses drove into me hard again, and I lost myself in heaving pleasure as long-denied orgasm ripped through me. The rending delight burst anew with every determined thrust that ended with the Nobek’s groin clapping against my ass.

  I was beginning to calm as Oses took shallower strokes. Pleasure hummed low and sweet, a far saner ride as we slowed down. The men were panting hard as they matched rhythm, one fucking my mouth and the other my pussy and ass. I could feel their shafts twitching, a sure sign that they were on the verge of their releases.

  Oses shifted, angling himself so that he found different pressure points in my burning sleeves. His next stroke found the interior part of me that always made me feel as if a volcano was erupting. I went stiff all over as I raced towards the peak again.

  Tightening, tightening, my focus narrowing to the pinpoint of a laser beam. Pleasure constricted into an impossibly dense spot as they took me, controlled me, made me know I belonged to them. Betra held my hair in one fist as he drove into my mouth while his other hand enjoyed squeezing a breast. Oses rode me with increasing power, his cocks filling me full, pressing with exacting friction on the most sensitive parts. His hand crept down my belly, over my mound, fingers reaching for my clit…

  My pussy clutched hard on him. My stomach seized. Then his finger and thumb closed on my clit, pinching hard and forcing climax on me. I boiled over, my body seething as it succumbed to my masters’ demands.

  They rewarded me by erupting. Betra’s seed shot over my tongue and down my throat, filling me with his warmth. Oses froze moments later, his cocks jerking hard as they emptied him of passion. The men grunted and strained to gift me with all they had.

  We sagged to the cushions strewn on the floor, gasping in the aftermath. Snuggling within the warmth of their bodies, our limbs tangled, I knew I would sleep well.

  A lot of people had welcomed me to Kalquor. I finally felt properly received.

  September 23

  I woke to the sound of happy baby laughs. Betra was on the lounger playing with Anrel while Oses watched. Her bubbly giggles made the Nobek’s face stretch in the biggest smile I’d ever seen him wear. He barely looked like himself with that huge grin.

  I stretched, luxuriating in the feeling of having gotten enough sleep. “What time is it?”

  “Not quite afternoon,” Oses told me. “You must have been tired.”

  “For heaven’s sake,” I said, standing up and heading for coffee. I didn’t care I had no clothes on. I have my priorities.

  A little while later while I worked on my second cup in a halter top and shorts, Betra judged me sufficiently awake to spring a surprise. “We have a beach party to attend tomorrow.”

  “We do? Who’s throwing the festivities?”

  “My parents.”

  “Oh.” I wondered if the alarm I felt would be considered an overreaction.

  He snorted at my expression. “They want to meet you and Oses since you’re important to me. It will be nice for you to know them since they live nearby. If anything comes up, they’ll be able to help.”

  I could see his point. Still, meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time is never a comfortable proposition. All I could think about was how likely I was to be a disappointment. Maybe they’d be as enthralled with Anrel as everyone else is and ignore me.

  I noted Oses’s smile had disa
ppeared. He looked as uneasy as I felt.

  Before I could get the scoop on how I should prepare myself, my com went off. I checked the frequency and tried not to look to happy. “It’s Clan Aslada.”

  I answered and Imdiko Meyso’s soft but deep voice teased my ears. “Hello, Shalia. How was your first day on Kalquor?”

  “Great,” I said. “I’ve been meaning to com, but things have been a little busy so far.”

  He didn’t sound upset that I hadn’t contacted him or his clan yet. “I imagine settling in is taking up a lot of time. I wanted you to know my clan discussed when we can meet with you, and we thought you’d like a little more time to adjust.”

  Well, at least I wouldn’t have to explain to his clan my need to spend the next couple of weeks with Betra and Oses. Though Clan Seot had taken that pretty well … but how many clans had that kind of consideration?

  “That’s understanding of you,” I said. It was funny that I’d appreciated Clan Seot showing up at my door as a surprise, but I also appreciated Clan Aslada giving me a chance to gather my wits. A clan for each of the two sides of Shalia, ha-ha.

  “Actually, it’s kind of selfish too,” he admitted, his tone sounding a touch ashamed. “We want to see you sooner, but your arrival has coincided with unavoidable demands on our time that have disrupted all our intentions. I’ve had a couple of surgeries come up that I must attend to in the next week. The territorial council is arguing some legislation that Aslada has to oversee, and Jaon has been called off-planet to chase down some dangerous men who must be apprehended right away.”

  I had to smile in sympathy. “You made plans and then life happened. That’s the way it usually goes.”

  I heard the relief in Meyso’s voice. “Unfortunately, yes. So now I must thank you for being understanding.”

  “No problem. I have friends from the transport to show me around Kalquor while they’re on leave anyway.”

  If Meyso assumed my friends were men I might be banging, he didn’t think twice about it. “Oh good. I’m glad you won’t wait on us to have fun. Though we are hoping you won’t have too much fun without us.”

  I grinned at the teasing note in his voice, as well as Betra’s whispered, “Oh, she’ll have plenty of fun.”

  Meyso’s voice turned serious. “We also have to get together to discuss your mother’s procedures. There’s no big hurry. She’s perfectly safe in stasis here at the local hospital.”

  “It would be nice for her to get back to living her life,” I said. The knot of guilt I felt over determining the course of that life had appeared in my stomach. I’d made my decision though, and I would stick with it.

  “Give me the date when your friends’ leave is up.”

  I did so and there was a pause as Meyso consulted his schedule. “Well, that’s perfect. Even if Jaon isn’t back and the clan can’t meet in a suitor capacity with you, you and I can have our consultation. I’m going to book our talk for two days after and tentatively schedule your mother’s first surgery the week following. Does that work for you?”

  “Sounds great,” I said. I made a note in my handheld.

  “And of course you and Anrel will stay in our home. Send me a list of favorite foods and whatever you’ll need while you’re here. There’s no need for you to deal with a lot of packing and worrying over forgetting anything.”

  Boy, my potential clans were generous to a fault. Meyso shored up that assumption by adding, “And if there is anything that you need right now or before you get here, you have only to ask. We want you to know we are thrilled that you are considering us. Please don’t think we’re not looking forward to spending all the time we can with you.”

  “Thank you, Meyso,” I said warmly. “I’m grateful that you’re taking care of my mother. Also, I haven’t forgotten the help you gave me when Anrel was sick.”

  “I am happy to be of any assistance.” He sounded like he meant that.

  A few more pleasantries, and Meyso had to ring off to meet with a patient. I switched the com off feeling pretty good about things.

  As soon as I was finished talking with Meyso, Oses held out his hand. “Handheld, please.”

  I gave it to him and he opened the calendar function. He entered a couple of names and frequencies, putting them in about five days after the estimated date for my mom’s first procedure. “These are the fitness and offensive training experts I’ve lined up for you to continue working with. These are men both Nobek Larten and I are acquainted with. They are aware that you need a little while to get everything in place for your new life here, but I wouldn’t put off contacting them any later than this. They are excellent trainers and in high demand. Taking you on is a personal favor to me,” he added, giving me a look that said quite clearly, ‘don’t disappoint me’.

  “Thanks, Oses. I’ll probably contact them sooner just so they know I’m serious,” I assured him.

  Betra smiled at both of us as he fed Anrel the creamy grain mash now supplementing her formula. “So. Hopefully we’re done with all the dull tasks of the day. Who wants to go for a walk on the cliffs?”

  September 24

  The beach party with Betra’s parent clan was more fun than I had any right to expect. First of all, the weather was perfect. There were just enough clouds to make the sky picturesque. The pink sand of the beach itself was as fine as baby powder. I’ve never felt sand so soft. The emerald green ocean was calm, its rolling waves a soothing drone.

  Betra’s parent clan had set up a lemon-yellow awning … well, their servants had. It turned out Betra came from some pretty well-heeled stock. They owned a software-design firm with more exclusive technology than you could shake a stick at. So they had not only staff to set up a nice covered area for our get-together, but a chef on hand who was grilling thick ronka steaks and seasoned vegetables to perfection. There was also enough leshella to keep a small army giddy.

  The love that Betra was greeted with when we arrived at this get-together was heartwarming to see. It was obvious how much Clan Serndi cared about their son from the way he was hugged and exclaimed over from all four. Even his Nobek father Hilon, a great grizzled beast of a man, was unabashed when he grabbed Betra in a welcoming hug. The traditional greeting of father and son was not enough for this bunch, apparently.

  Matara Elwa stepped forward to greet me, her arms held out to embrace me and Anrel, who I had in my chest carrier. “Shalia and Anrel, I am so happy to meet you at last. I don’t suppose I could have the honor of holding this beautiful child?”

  I was already loosening the straps that kept Anrel secure without me having to hold her with my arms. “Of course, Matara Elwa.”

  Betra’s mother’s lovely face softened as she cradled Anrel in her arms. “Oh, you are gorgeous, little one! I thought Betra had to be exaggerating when he raved about her.”

  Dramok Serndi finished exchanging what looked like a warm exchange with his son and turned to me. His smile wasn’t as gentle as Betra’s tends to be and he had more lines on his face, but otherwise he and Betra are nearly look-alikes. With a low bow he said, “Matara Shalia, I am glad to see you and your daughter here safe and sound.”

  Imdiko Alfra was a little more personable, taking my hands in his after giving his bow. He had to croon over Anrel as much as Elwa. As for the massive Hilon, his attention kept wanting to go to the equally big Oses, though he said his hellos with a great deal of respect.

  Yeah, Betra’s parents didn’t seem too sure about Oses. Everyone was pleasant, but a tad distant with him. You could have cut the uncertainty with a knife. He didn’t seem to take offense. I had to wonder what he was thinking, though.

  “Shalia, come sit with me,” Elwa invited, waving me over to cushioned lounges that had been set up in one area under the vast awning. “I want to spend time with you and your wonderful baby.”

  I went dutifully with Betra’s mother, wondering if I was going to get some horrid speech about leading her son on and breaking his heart. Her smile was friendly
enough as we settled down away from the men who had begun to talk animatedly about some fighting championship.

  An Imdiko servant brought us glasses of leshella and swept away before I could thank him. Elwa sipped hers delicately and smiled at the baby. I tried not to be too obvious as I took a good look at the woman who had gifted the universe with Imdiko Betra.

  I suppose most would say she was attractive, in a forgettable way. She had no particularly astounding features. Yet kindness and intelligence permeated her demeanor, lending her an aura that would have made her stand out among a bevy of beauty queens.

  After tickling Anrel into a fit of giggles, Elwa turned her attention to me. “So. You have survived a harrowing trip from Earth after enduring the unthinkable tragedy of Armageddon. I’m quite impressed with what I’ve heard of you.”