Shalia's Diary Book 10

by Tracy St. John

  I peered at the pavilion at the end of the path. “Have we been to this beach before?”

  “No. It’s the one that Joelle said she didn’t care to view,” Cifa snickered.

  “Oh, the one designated ‘clothing optional’? What’s with the big tent?”

  “That’s the surprise,” Seot said, taking my hand. “Come on. Even we’re not sure what to expect.”

  We strolled down the light-lined trail, ending at the bright red-and-gold pavilion. A man wearing loose green pants, an Imdiko from the look of him, bowed to us and pushed a flap open. “Come in. Enjoy the delights we have prepared for you.”

  “Thank you,” Seot answered for us.

  I didn’t have long to wonder what ‘delights’ awaited us. “Holy Hannah,” I blurted, looking around. My companions were wide-eyed, grins slowly spreading over their faces.

  At first glance, it looked like an orgy. Or what I’d always imagined an orgy to look like. Groups of men and a few women – Kalquorian and Plasian – writhed in knots on the rug-covered ground, on mats, on loungers, anywhere there was a flat surface. Others stood over these clusters, mostly wearing the big loose-fitting pants the greeter outside had, doing any number of things to the lovers. I saw one attendant misting a group of six men with oils that made them slide over each other with sinuous ease. Some attendants flicked switches on writhing asses as their owners humped other asses or vaginas. There was a line of more employees (or whatever they were) on their knees either having their mouths filled with eager cocks or waiting to be used that way. Another lineup was bent over padded benches, their naked asses beckoning (if not already in use).

  And still more doing all sorts of things, in every position imaginable. A few people stood around and watched, touching themselves or companions.

  Little by little, the seeming chaos resolved itself into better order as I took everything in. No grouping was larger than eight or nine people. The attendants seemed to be assigned, two or more looking after each little party. Even those guests who looked as if they had come in alone were watched by attendants who hurried to confer if the patron made a signal he or she needed something. Food and drink were delivered as needed. It took me several seconds to realize there was a trio of musicians playing tunes in one corner because I could barely hear any songs over the moans and sighs and enthralled cries.

  It was like a pleasure club, but not as violent as the Nobek-filled one on the Pussy ‘Porter. The switches and paddles were applied lightly, as accompaniment to the activities underway. It was pure sensuality and sexuality, with a dreamlike quality that made me question if it were truly real.

  Three Imdikos in their harem-type pants approached us. “May we serve your needs?” one asked.

  “That depends on the needs you’re offering to service,” Seot said. The way he looked at me made me feel warm all over. “We’re quite protective of our lovely companion.”

  “Of course, Dramok. We will ask before fulfilling any requirement we sense has arisen. If we haven’t foreseen a need, you and your group have only to ask.” The man, about the same age as Cifa but nowhere near as cute – but then, who is? – gestured to the rest of the room. “You see some of what we offer. You are welcome to watch for a little while, if you wish. Or you can move straight to the pleasure.”

  The guys looked at each other, then me. “What do you think, Shalia?” Seot asked.

  “Goodness, don’t say this is all up to me. I’m overwhelmed…wonderfully overwhelmed, but I’m reeling just the same.”

  They chuckled, as did the attendants. Their spokesperson suggested, “Perhaps we can show you to an empty alcove. You can have drinks, soak in the atmosphere, and see where your mood takes you.”

  “I like that idea,” Seot agreed. He looked to me.

  “Perfect,” was my relieved response. Cifa and Larten nodded their approval.

  The pavilion was larger than it had appeared from our vantage as we’d approached it. As he led us, our main host introduced himself as Imdiko Enalee. “My priority is your pleasure, so do not hesitate to inform me of anything that will guarantee success.”

  He and the other three took us to a quiet alcove. It was recessed behind a couple of columns that flanked its entrance. “Is this area to your liking? I chose it for being slightly more private. My admittedly slight knowledge of Earthers says the Matara might prefer it.”

  Larten’s eyes glittered avariciously as he looked at me. “It will be a good place to start, though our brave Shalia might not mind a little more exposure later.”

  The darned man knew me well already. “Yes, it’s better if I’m eased into the more public displays,” I admitted in a low, embarrassed voice. “But if Erom shows up, you’d better erect a wall between him and me.”

  Cifa arched a brow. “Do I need to punch my little brother’s teeth out next time he mentions the treasure hunt?”

  “I’ll get back to you on that.”

  Seot, Cifa, and Larten chuckled as we entered the alcove. A couch and floor cushions along with small tables were set up within. Softball-sized glow balls floating against the ceiling emitted soft illumination that enhanced the dreamlike atmosphere. It felt comfortable and inviting despite the shenanigans going on in the main area of the pavilion.

  Enalee gestured for us to make ourselves comfortable. “Drinks? We have all the favorites available, including a particularly fine vintage of leshella.”

  “I’ll take a glass of that,” I said.

  Seot settled on the couch. “I’ll start with a glass of bohut, but only dlas after that.” Cifa and Larten echoed his order. One of the other attendants hurried off, apparently to collect our drinks.

  “And food? We have a fine selection of meats, cheeses, and pastries from Kalquor, Earth colonies, Plasius, and other worlds.”

  “A tray of a selection would be appreciated.”

  The other unnamed attendant hurried off. Meanwhile, I sank onto a cushion at Seot’s feet. For some reason, I had the urge to lean against his leg and rest my head against his knee. He stroked my head as I did so. Larten and Cifa also sat on the floor, staying close. If not for Enalee’s presence, I would have felt entirely comfortable.

  However, the Imdiko had more in the way of introduction before stepping out of the immediate area. “Should you desire to engage in play, we have a wide assortment of toys, binds, and lotions for your use on each other or us…or if you prefer, we can use them on you. In the meantime, please enjoy watching our other patrons and assistants. I will be near, ready to fulfill your needs when you call.”

  “Thank you, Enalee,” Seot said. The attendant bowed and stepped out of the alcove. He stood with his back to us, moving aside enough that we could view what everyone else was doing.

  “What do you think, Shalia?” Cifa asked with a naughty smile.

  “I think I’m in sex heaven,” I laughed as I watched the writhing tangles of lovers. There was plenty to see, what with mouths, pussies, and asses being filled with cocks, both real and artificial. I even saw a Kalquorian woman sporting a dildo strapped to her groin and using it on a man. Another group contained a Plasian male gagged with a mouthpiece that included a dildo. His partner rode it with abandoned while a third member of their party thrust into his ass. Wow.

  My wide-eyed viewing was interrupted by the arrival of food and drink. The delicacies were bite-size, but the tray held enough food to feed an army…or Larten.

  I ate a fruit-filled pastry as I sipped leshella and continued to watch. I envied the Plasian and Kalquorian women’s flexibility. The positions they got into! I consider myself pretty bendy, but I don’t think curling up and locking my ankles behind my head is going to happen in this lifetime.

  While I watched, Seot continued to stroke my head. I had the feeling that if I dared to look up at him, I’d find that he wasn’t watching anyone but me. It made me feel as if nothing I said or did got past him. It made me extremely conscious of how I reacted to all I saw…because I was sure he was studying
those reactions.

  I was so intent on the sexcapades going on and the sensation that Seot scrutinized me that I was startled when I tried to drink my leshella and discovered I’d already finished it off. That stuff always did go down easily. I’d have to be more careful, or I’d end up sloppy drunk.

  When I felt a warm breath on my neck, I thought Seot was about to whisper something about pacing myself. Instead he nuzzled my neck. I sighed and stretched to one side to give him more room to add to the thrills chasing from his lips to my spine.

  He kissed…and then he bit.

  I almost yipped as bright pain shot through my senses. However, the hurt of his fangs sliding into my skin was over before it was properly begun, as the anesthetic in Seot’s saliva did its work.

  I was already turning mellow thanks to the leshella. I watched with bemusement as Cifa and Larten drew closer than before, their expressions rapt as they watched Seot put me under his influence. The sounds of pleasuring were a sweet song in my ears. The scent of their growing interest perfumed the air. Warm euphoria took hold of me, Seot pouring his hypnotizing venom into my blood.

  The men caressed my body, and I closed my eyes to feel them better. Lust crashed through me with furious force as hands, rough and gentle, rubbed and petted and caressed. I awoke with brilliant need, my body all at once burning with eagerness.

  Seot released the bite. I opened my eyes to stare into his face. He regarded me with a knowing smile.

  “Shall we play, Shalia?”

  “Oh yes,” I whispered, my heart galloping. “Most definitely.”

  My dress was tugged off. My underthings followed right behind. Now those strong touches were stronger still, calloused and smooth, all over my naked skin, setting every inch of me on fire.

  Mouths followed, kissing and nipping and tasting. I could barely draw a decent breath as every point of contact drew a gasp from me. I’d somehow ended up flat on my back, and the men were all over me, devouring and claiming.

  Seot paused. “Enalee,” he called.

  The attendant appeared above us. “Yes, Dramok?”

  “Soft binds. Enhancing lotions. Stimulating toys. A variety of whatever you’ve got. Surprise me.”

  “Excellent, Dramok. I will have all brought immediately.”

  Enalee disappeared. Seot resumed his sensual attack on me once more.

  I was deep under the influence of Seot’s intoxicating venom. Anything I saw has disappeared into a kind of haze, like some long-ago and nearly forgotten memory. Meanwhile, the sounds of ecstasy seemed amplified, as did every touch. Oh my heavens, did I ever feel everything done to me. Each sensation was immediate and acute, robbing me of the ability to think clearly. Even Enalee’s return didn’t affect me, though by that time Larten was fucking me with his fingers, Cifa was sucking on my breast, and Seot was playing with my clit. I have some vague image of the attendant setting a bin down near us as his gaze raked over my body.

  I rode waves of consuming enchantment, the men spinning an arousing spell over me. I was oblivious to anything but the pleasure rampaging through me. Pleasure that grew more intense after some sort of cream was smeared on my nipples and a gel spread over my clit and labia. For my breasts, Cifa’s mouth brought searing heat. The absence of his touch blasted icy chill. As for whatever had been put on my pussy, it produced a ferocious tingling. It also doubled the sensation of every touch, until the slightest brush against my clit brought me right to the edge of orgasm.

  I was so intent on the increasingly violent feelings that I have no idea who bound my wrists, or even what I had been tied to in order to keep my arms pinned over my head. But as Cifa continued to ravish my breasts, Seot and Larten each grasped one of my legs and held me open as the Dramok lowered a buzzing vibrator to my exposed sex.

  I came on contact. I tried to flail as climax brutalized me, but I was held still. The toy pressed hard against my clit, which felt like it was exploding. Hell, it felt like everything was exploding, over and over again. The ecstasy was close to agonizing.

  When I thought I had to pass out or die from pure rapture, Seot took that brutal toy off my clit and sank it into my pussy. He fucked me with it slowly. I was dizzy from the strength of the orgasms I’d had, but I could feel I was on the verge of still another. Holy shit, I was a wreck…and we’d only gotten started.

  Larten bent to lick my engorged clit. This time, the climax was a bit gentler, rippling through me like the first waves before a storm. I groaned as the Nobek continued to kiss the throbbing bud, forcing the spasms to continue as the vibrator moved in and out of my helpless body.

  I sobbed as Cifa added to the din of sensation by nipping my tormented breasts. I couldn’t form words to beg them to let me rest for a moment, to pull my blasted awareness back together.

  I was given a slight reprieve when Seot pulled the dildo from my clutching pussy. He gently guided it into my ass and resumed fucking me with it.

  Meanwhile, Larten and Cifa continued their attentions to breasts and clit. Tension continued to sing through my body, but at least the vicious paroxysms of orgasm had eased. Little by little my crumbled senses began to knit themselves whole.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. “I think you almost killed me.”

  “I certainly hope not,” Seot said. “But you did seem to enjoy it a great deal. Shall we continue?”

  Though no longer crushed under the demands of arousal, I still had Seot’s venom in me. Climax hadn’t burned it all away, as it sometimes could. I was still sexually excited, enough that I felt eager for more action.

  The men around me, who had at some point removed their clothing, were too gorgeous to deny myself. Looking at those brown, carved bodies surrounding me made it as if I hadn’t just gotten off hard and several times. I forgot my complaint that they’d come close to murder by orgasm.

  “Give me what you’ve got,” I purred. “And make it quick.”

  “My, my,” Seot said, a gleam in his eye. “So demanding, young lady. That mouth should be muffled. But by what?”

  “I have a suggestion…or two,” Cifa chuckled, looking down at his eager groin.

  “My Imdiko, I saw something that might fit the situation.” Seot twisted about so he could rummage in the bin of goodies Enalee had brought us. He took out a mouth brace. A surge of delight stabbed through my core.

  “Perfect. Now where shall I put her?” Cifa mused.

  “If I may, Imdiko?” Enalee was back…if he’d ever left. “We have a most useful apparatus that might fit your needs. Let us fetch it for you.”

  The apparatus must have been close by, because I heard a lot of movement in our alcove only seconds later. The fellows left off their delicious torment (boo!) to look at what was brought in. I looked too.

  It looked like something out of Clan Aslada’s naughty playroom. A dull black metal platform with what I took to be ankle straps supported two sturdy bars. Between them was another thick bar, and on it was a cushioned platform sporting tethers on either side. Enalee adjusted the cushioned top, making it drop down on either side so that the ends curved towards the floor. I saw I could be easily draped over the rounded cushion and tied helpless.

  “Yes, that will do perfectly,” Cifa breathed. Smiling, Emalee and the other two attendants bowed and stepped out of our nook once more.

  My wrists were freed, and the men picked me up. Instead of laying me facedown over the curved top of the apparatus, however, they put me on my back. Face up, I realized my mouth was at the perfect level to serve Cifa as he obviously desired.

  The straps on the floor platform were affixed to my ankles, drawing my legs wide apart and opening my aching, wet pussy for whatever use the clan deemed. The tethers on the cushion I rested on were strapped across my ribcage and just below my elbows, holding my arms open to the side so I couldn’t resist or cover myself. My body curved in such a way so that my breasts pointed towards the ceiling.

  Lastly, Cifa showed me the clear plastic mouth guard. “Open, pretty girl. Let
me have the pleasure of your lips, tongue and throat.”

  My body raging to be filled in whatever way possible, I didn’t hesitate to obey. The guard fitted over my teeth comfortably, the moldable material locking my jaw open.

  “Ancestors,” Larten moaned. “We have to get one of these props for home use, Seot.”

  The Dramok chuckled. “She is stunning stretched over it, isn’t she? Go ahead, you two. I want to watch my beautiful clanmates and intended Matara while they enjoy each other.”

  Answering growls quickened my heartrate. My vision filled with Cifa’s avid penises as he advanced on me. He lifted his primary cock out of the way and slid his smaller one into my mouth.

  “Slowly, Cifa,” Seot sighed. “Fuck her pretty mouth slow. That’s it. Shalia, it is exciting beyond words to watch my Imdiko’s cock moving in and out of your lips, to see you stretched out like that and made to take him. Ah, good idea, Larten. She is open and helpless to you. Take advantage of that.”