Shalia's Diary Book 11

by Tracy St. John

  “Brutal,” was Cifa’s grinning opinion. He tugged at the chain between my teeth. “You can let go now.”

  I did so, gasping. My breasts were definitely achy. My poor pussy continued to shudder with little seizures, as if it had forgotten how to not orgasm. Seot remained buried inside me, moaning as I trembled around his cock. At last he sighed, his eyelids fluttering. “That was spectacular.”

  I whimpered as Cifa readied to take off the nipple clamps. “Easy,” he whispered, and released the first one. If I hadn’t been trussed to the headboard, I’d have flown right off the mat. Cifa crooned nonsense noises and kissed the searing pain away.

  “Wait a second,” I begged as his attention turned to the other breast. “Please, please, aaahhh!”

  “Better to get it done quickly,” he said in his happy, bright tone, as if I wasn’t writhing in agony. “You don’t want to make it worse by prolonged anticipation.”

  “Oh! You horrible—why did I clan with you, you miserable sadist?” I yelled.

  He laughed and gave me a kiss that made my sex throb with renewed interest. Oh yeah, good point. He’d won that argument fair and square.

  He let me loose of my bonds. Larten had a cup of water and a stim tab waiting for me when Cifa finished convincing me I’d done well in my choice of Imdikos. As if there’d been any real question on the matter.

  “Getting me ready for round two?” I asked Larten as the stim tab did its work, reviving my depleted energy stores.

  His grin was dangerous. “Right after I warm your pretty ass up again,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed and waved me over. “Finished with that water? Then bring yourself over, my little lovely.”

  With equal parts delight and dread, I crawled to him and draped myself over his thighs. My ass was plenty sore already. Apparently, it would be sorer still within the next few seconds. Such is the price of being loved by a Kalquorian man…a most exciting price to pay.

  I couldn’t help but kick after the first couple of open-handed smacks Larten gave my poor ass. As I began to thrash in earnest, he was forced to hold me down with a calloused hand planted in the middle of my back. Pain and fiery heat built until I was sure he’d ignited an inferno on my butt. Yet his thigh, right beneath my pussy, was slippery and slick as I responded to the erotic discipline…a response he shared, if the two cocks stabbing against my ribcage were any indication.

  “On the floor,” Larten gasped as he gave my cheeks one final, meaty whack. “All fours, woman.”

  I didn’t so much as climb off his legs as spill to the ground. Fortunately, my Nobek is far too protective to let me injure myself. He caught me on the way down, setting me carefully on the thick fur rug at the side of the sleeping mat.

  There is plenty to be said for a man who doesn’t always overly care for finesse. As a member of the warrior breed, Larten has a definite animal side that I enjoy. A kind of beastly caveman aspect, if you will. Though he retained enough civilization to be sure I didn’t crash hard to the floor, gentle lovemaking was not on the menu as far as he was concerned. No sooner was I on my hands and knees then he was right behind me, gripping my hips and yanking me towards him. He laid hold of his cocks, shoving them at my pussy and ass, grinding the larger primary into the tighter hole with a demand that made me feel weak with need. The tip of him speared me. An instant later, the secondary prick started to burrow into my sex.

  Larten grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling so that my head reared. The dominance was so incredible, my pussy spasmed in a kind of mini-orgasm before he shoved all the way in. I shrieked with ecstasy as our bodies smacked together. He mounted me with force that spoke clearly of who was in charge. All I could do was take it.

  Gripping my hair and hip, he yanked me on himself at a pace that left me almost unable to breathe. Dear prophets, how that man fucked me. The wet, harsh sounds of our eager sexes pounding were thunderous. I didn’t require any warm up at all. Within seconds, the first orgasm ripped through me with ravenous brutality. My pussy clenched so hard on Larten’s smaller prick, it’s a wonder he’s not down to one cock.

  Despite my cunt’s best efforts to rip his manly part off, that Nobek didn’t slow for a split second. He kept riding me, thrusting hard to meet me as he pulled me back. My ragged cries rose in piercing alarms as climax followed climax. Or was it all one orgasm, with each convulsion as strong as the last? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care. All that mattered were the incredible surges of pleasure that swept through me again and again.

  Damn, I’m twitching just writing about it. I’m going to have to ask for another identical ride soon.

  It wasn’t over quickly either. Oh, by no means was Larten there for a hurried wham, bam, thank you ma’am. As soon as he felt himself nearing his own end, he dived deep into me and halted. Gasping as if he’d performed a triathlon, he held us still. His cocks jerked within me, as if to protest the postponement of eruption. My pussy twitched, asking for another round, the greedy thing. I lay with my face in the rug, groaning from the onslaught and yet eager for more.

  I got more. Larten came at me again, taking what he wanted, all that he wanted. Moments after his cocks started slamming me again, I returned to screaming in ecstasy. Damn, I loved being fucked like an animal. It was hot and pure and demanding.

  Yep, I’m horny as hell remembering it. I hope I can finish this entry before having to do something about this.

  Larten had to stop again, much sooner than he had the first time. Breathless growls sounded behind me. His body trembled violently. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d have taken a bite out of me…and not a lover’s bite. I’m thinking an actual chunk of Shalia meat. What an amazing beast he is.

  I knew when he started up once more that it would be the last round. I came harder than before when he howled, filling me with his passion. I felt more than a little pride that I’d been able to handle my primitive Nobek’s needs as he fell over me, the wild scream he’d uttered settling into moaning gasps.

  Whew. Good times.

  I had to laugh when an eager Cifa started to untangle Larten and me. “Move, Larten!” he begged when the Nobek proved difficult to budge. “I’m dying here.”

  “But I’m comfortable,” Larten mumbled against my ear. “Why should I have to get up?”

  “Because if you don’t, I’ll cry.” Cifa’s voice took on a distinctively grieved tone.

  Apparently, Larten has an aversion to his Imdiko being in tears. Cifa was convincing enough to have him believe weeping was a possibility. The Nobek’s weight lifted from me with due haste, and Cifa chortled to have me for himself.

  He put me back on the sleeping mat, hugging me close. I murmured, “That’s an interesting bit of information to have about Larten.”

  Cifa snickered and whispered, “He can’t tolerate the suggestion of tears, even when he knows I’m lying my head off to get what I want. By the way, it never works with Seot.”

  “What does?”

  “Nothing. The man is iron, completely impervious to head games. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

  Cifa’s cute when he’s being conniving. Too cute to call him to task for it.

  He couldn’t have been more opposite of Larten when it came to lovemaking. “I apologize if I don’t last long,” he said as he sank into me from above. “After watching you with the other two, I think I could lose it pretty quick.”

  I smiled up at him, content after the rougher sex to be quiet with my Imdiko. “Just being together is special to me,” I said, meaning every word of it. “Feeling you inside me, sharing myself with you…how can this not be perfection?”

  He groaned and kissed me with amazing tenderness. “I love you, my Matara. I love you so much it hurts my heart.”

  “I love you too.” It was wonderful to say it and mean it with all my being. To experience no fear when I uttered the words.

  I’m not sure what Larten and Seot were doing while Cifa and I lay there, touching and kissing and whispering to each other. My at
tention was all on the man I was making love to. Despite his fears he’d not be able to perform for long, Cifa took his time with me. Our movements, when we made them, were slow and relaxed. Often we were still, murmuring how wonderful the other felt to us. Cifa described how warm and wet I was. How incredible it was to feel his cocks held so tightly in my body.

  I told him that he felt made for me alone. How he fit within my ass and pussy with a perfection that could only be divine grace. How strong his body felt against me, how he was hard where I was soft, how powerful I knew him to be even when he was being gentle as he was at that moment. How I felt safe in the cradle of his arms, how my body lit in lightning flashes when he moved inside me.

  We slid slowly against each other, deliberately, noticing each mote of pleasure that our joining offered, climbing bit by bit to the peak of enjoyment. I’ve never been so aware of anyone as I was with Cifa. When orgasm came, it did so with tender convulsions, steadily drawing on Cifa until he joined me in my ecstasy, groaning as he came within me.

  Only after we fell quiet did Seot and Larten join us, wanting to be a part of our calm union now that all passion had been fulfilled. They were welcomed with joy, as they completed Cifa and I.

  I may have my issues, but I know I have the perfect life now. Never have I been so happy.

  January 8

  I’m a working woman once more. I am now employed by Cifiler Ocean Cruises as its senior vid producer. Impressive? Not really, if I’m to be honest. I’m the only person in the newly formed vid production department at this moment, hahaha. So much for glamour.

  But I am supposed to hire staff as Cifa and his siblings have agreed to move all vid and promotional production in-house. I report to the elderly but savvy director of the marketing department, who in turn reports directly to my Imdiko, Ila, and Erom. Look at me, being all upper-middle management. I’m moving up in the world.

  It was rather overwhelming today, my first official day on the job. Cifa was glowing with (hopefully not misplaced) pride as he ushered me into the production department’s space, located in the company offices. Cifiler is located in a different section of cliffs from the ones near the Matara Complex and market, about twenty miles down the coast from home. It’s a section that’s in the middle of the tourist-trap part of the capital of Kalquor, where most locals don’t come. That I get to enjoy the commute each day with Cifa is a plus, in my book. And as a department head who is clanned to one of the owners, I can bring Anrel with me to work. Extra points for that.

  Anyway, back to the vid production department. It’s big enough to accommodate a staff of about a dozen, along with edit suites, wall-sized monitors, computer graphics suites, and a virtual reality sound stage. None of which have been installed, by the way. Or even selected and purchased. That will be up to me. I had to keep reminding myself of my department’s potential as I looked at that wide, empty swath of room. Nothing but a couple of window vids, blank walls, and beige-colored floor was there to greet me. Good night, I have a lot of work to get my department up and running.

  “Your office,” Cifa said, opening a door on the far side of the major area with a flourish. “This is the space from which you will rule your subjects.”

  Another empty, though smaller room. I was pleased to see it was large enough for me to install my own edit suite. I had no intention of just ordering people around. I wanted to get my hands dirty with actual production when I could. “Where’s my throne, knave?” I joked.

  He grinned. “You have to order it, as well as everything else you need. I thought about putting the basics in place, but I want this to be yours. Build your kingdom as you see fit, my Matara. You’re in command.”

  Have there ever been more exciting or terrifying words? Besides, ‘Yes, I’ll join your clan’, that is. Ha!

  It turned out I won’t get to bury myself in setting up my department right away, though. Cifa has bought air time for my first promotion for the company, the introduction of the small liner whose maiden voyage I went on – and bailed out of early.

  No matter. We’d recorded plenty of great footage. There was even a small portable edit suite Cifa had brought so we could assemble a rough cut. I set it up in his office next to his desk for the time being since my real workspace isn’t furnished with even a chair right now. Our two stations formed an ‘L’, letting us work side by side, which was nice.

  I brought up the digital recordings I’d made and mused over the footage. I was assembling a rough version to help me think through the project. If I choose and get my pro edit suite in time, the finished, polished product will be finalized at Cifiler. If not, I’ll have to farm it out to the production company the cruise line has been using up to this point. Either way, after this promotion, everything will move in-house.

  I’d finally settled on the perfect hook for the campaign, a tagline I was sure Cifa would like. “Best of both worlds,” I said. “It was a popular saying on Earth when two different things were combined. I think it applies to your wish to appeal to family and adventure seekers.”

  “Brilliant,” he agreed. “Let’s get to work on it.”

  I’d had the idea he might micro-manage the project, had even readied myself to deal with it in a patient manner (his company, his rules), but that wasn’t the case. If anything, he seemed more interested in distracting me with naughty whispers and nuzzling my ear while I made notes on the vid we wanted made. Now that I had gotten my head into the direction he’d wanted the promotion to go, Cifa was content to let me run with it. The only time he offered any real input was when I asked for his opinion.

  Cifa had his own work to do. When he wasn’t letting himself get sidetracked by trying to snuggle with me or playing with Anrel on her activity mat on the floor nearby, he took coms, ran reports, sent out missives to his employees, and generally acted like a CEO. I could have been easily distracted by watching him operate. It was fascinating to see an Imdiko running the show of a big company. I said so.

  “That’s a big misconception about my breed, even among fellow Kalquorians.” he said. “The truth is, when we find our niche and achieve mastery over it, we’re as dominant as any Dramok. In all honesty, if Erom and I didn’t have Ila to arbitrate and occasionally punch us for being jerks, we would probably be running competing companies. When our views are different, he and I don’t play nice.”

  “I guess that’s why you usually concentrate on different departments?”

  “It saves a lot of arguments,” he laughed.

  Even with Cifa occasionally diverting me, I enjoyed having him nearby. Working side by side was so good, I wished we could keep it like that. But I can’t very well operate an entire division from Cifa’s office, and I worry Anrel and I sidetracked him far too often.

  For the good of the company, I’ll have to go along with the separate workspace. It’s nice that things are going so incredibly well. Maybe I won’t have to do the therapy thing for long, not if more and more of these contented moments continue to show up. When I let myself, I’m the happiest Matara on Kalquor.

  January 12

  Date night! Time for a little adult happy play. Not that I don’t enjoy having Anrel around, but we four grownups do tend to focus on her at our own expense. Besides, I’ve been running myself ragged with setting up the vid production department and hiring warm bodies at work. I can’t even turn it off when I get home at night. I spend my evenings going over equipment specs and applications.

  It’s gotten to the point where Seot asked me, “Are you really that busy, or are you trying to avoid us?”

  “You mean am I rejecting you before you reject me?” I thought about it. “I don’t think so, but Dr. Cafir did tell me to watch out for that behavior.”

  “Shalia is that busy,” Cifa sighed. “Don’t make her feel bad on top of putting together a department from scratch, okay? It’s a big job, and I haven’t been able to help her much.”

  “I’ll do better,” I promised Seot. “I agree I’ve been too remote lat
ely. I get a little obsessed when it comes to new vid technology.”

  He wasn’t put out with me at all, only worried. This date night is all about reconnecting and putting my priorities back in order. I have to say, I’m excited to have alone time with my guys. I’m due a few hours of being neither Shalia-the-worker-bee nor Shalia-the-mom. Shalia-the-clanned-woman needs her fun.

  We dropped Anrel off with Candy, who was thrilled to no end to have her. While we were there, more business came up. “Cifa, you don’t have an administrative-type opening on one of your ships, do you? Or even waitressing or maid service? I don’t mind serving food or cleaning cabins.”

  We all looked at her in surprise. “Is your allowance not enough?” Cifa asked. “I thought the government was doing well by the women in the lottery.”