Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  To drive home that point, I pinched his nipples harder than I wanted to, but not so hard I would leave bruises. Oses loved that. His fangs came down and he writhed beneath me. It was like trying to ride a bucking bronco.

  “I’m sorry, my Matara. I forgot myself. Please, please, fuck me.”

  I almost did, simply because I ached to screw more than I wanted to hurt Oses. I am not geared for that kind of thing, it turns out. Yet I wouldn’t be in control if I gave in. I had to enjoy a little of that aspect. Awkward or not, I kind of got into it.

  I slapped his chest in admonishment several times. Those granite pectoral muscles were a safe place to hit, where I couldn’t cause any damage. “I don’t wish to fuck you right now. I expect you to listen and obey me, Nobek.”

  Oses groaned and made himself go still. “Yes, my Matara. I beg your forgiveness. I am not submitting as I should.”

  “No, you’re not.” I skewered him with a severe look. “I am not pleased. I may decide to withhold orgasm for your misbehavior.”

  Oses’s eyes widened at that threat. His dangerous expression had me on the brink of asking forgiveness myself.

  I was supposed to dominate him. I swallowed my fear and shot him a fierce glare of my own.

  For a wonder, the big, bad Nobek surrendered, his fierce demeanor easing. “If that is what my Matara wishes, then all I desire is to please. Do with me as you will.”

  I had the urge to be nice to him because he was trying so hard. It was difficult for Oses to hand over control, and he did so out of love for me. However, I had to command respect and keep this brute in his place. I had to play the part of having the upper hand. I had to own him.

  Sounding as steely as I could, I said, “I fully intend to have you the way I wish. Do not test me again.”

  His eyes widened again, but the tiniest hint of a smile lifted a corner of his lips. His cocks jerked against my backside. “Yes, my Matara,” he whispered.

  I gave his nipples another harsh pinch, to drive home the point. Oses caught his breath. His gaze darkened. Yep, he was into pain. I might not have been a fan of dealing it out, but as long as he enjoyed it...

  I leaned forward and sucked a pebbled brown nipple into my mouth. Oses writhed and moaned. I seized the hard tip between my teeth and applied pressure. He yelled in unrestrained delight.

  I moved to the other nipple, abusing it as much as I could without experiencing that ‘yuck’ feeling in my gut. Oses responded with more enthusiasm.

  Feeling that beast beneath me, straining and eager, had good things happening inside. I was ready to step up Oses’s torment and my pleasure.

  I sat up. Gazing into that eager face, I said, “I’ll fuck you how I please. You won’t come until I tell you. If I tell you.”

  There was a flash of danger again, but it lasted only a moment. “Yes, my Matara.”.

  It was amazing to realize how alike he and I were.

  I arranged myself so that I was poised over his cocks. Damn, I was keen to have him. Being in charge offered me options I hadn’t had before.

  I grabbed his smaller prick. “So hard. Hot and wet,” I breathed, rubbing it from base to tip. Oses went rigid all over. “I’ll start with this. Can you be a good boy and make me happy?”

  The Nobek’s response came out in a groan. “Yes, my Matara.”

  “That’s right.” I positioned him to enter me. “Serve me so that I feel good. I’m going to fuck you. You just lie there and take it.”

  I slid down on him, absorbing him into myself. His larger cock rubbed up and over my clitoris. A galvanizing bolt of elation shot through me. A whimper left my throat. The sound seemed to affect Oses. His hands clenched into fists.

  This, I liked. I liked it a lot.

  I braced my hands against Oses’s chest, leaning forward to keep that sweet contact between my clit and his larger prick. I eased my hips forward, feeling not only that heat on the most sensitive bit of my flesh, but also the luscious sensation of hard man slipping through me. My head fell back and I closed my eyes to shut out all but that wondrous feeling.

  My pussy was on the point of releasing its prisoner when I paused, enjoying the moment of anticipation before reclaiming him. Then I moved, my pussy swallowing the cock a little at a time, claiming it, making it mine. My sheath gave a muscular spasm, tightening around what I had made my property. Mine, to use as I chose.

  I rocked back and forth, letting my passion grow slowly, feeling every nuanced tingle that delighted my flesh. The chest beneath my hands rose and fell quicker in response to my motions. The heart within thundered. Oses gasped, and he made tiny, uncontrollable motions as he lay helpless beneath me. But mostly I felt one cock filling me and the other rubbing with delightful friction, coaxing me to pleasure.

  I moved faster, chasing that spiraling climb to ecstasy. My breasts swung, and I wished Oses’s hands were on them, squeezing and pinching, offering the heady torment I loved so well. It would have been the perfect counterpoint to the rising pleasure. A few slaps too. His mouth covering mine, his demanding tongue filling my mouth, tasting my rising cries as the fire in my core burned brighter, brighter, overwhelming me, lighting up my entire being from within...

  I rode the quicksilver trail of passion, rutting hard against my grunting plaything, the convulsions of my pussy squeezing him as I fed on climax. I fucked that cock for my pleasure and my pleasure alone, taking without a thought for returning. This was for me. This was mine. I drank it in greedily to the very last drop of delight.

  I sat back. Oses’s fists were still clenched. His eyes glazed, and his mouth hung wide open as he gasped. His fangs were down, and his chest moved like bellows. A delicious droplet crowned the tip of his larger cock.

  A rumble of renewed want shuddered through my gut. I was not done with him. Not by a long shot.

  I eased upward, releasing Oses from my trembling pussy. He stared up at me, his face working with need. He didn’t speak, however. He didn’t have to. He begged me with his expression.

  Guilt stabbed me for what I was doing to him. I cringed inside that I was about to do more. I looked forward to it too, though. Maybe I’ve got some sadist in my personality after all.

  I bent to lick that sweet drop of pre-cum from his cock. I moaned in delight at the flavor, and he groaned in answer. Oses smelled too damned good to not taste more. I sucked on the juices lubricating his prick, noting how the veins stood out on it. He was so eager for me.

  I was ready too.

  I crouched over him again, and he lit up. He was eager. Too eager. I would have to remind him of his place.

  I grabbed his jaw and leaned close. “Do not come without permission, Nobek. Do you hear me?”

  Between clenched teeth, Oses said, “Yes, my Matara. I will obey.”

  I’d have to trust him on that, because if he misbehaved, I had no clue how I would punish him for it. Dominating was harder than it had appeared from a submissive point of view.

  I filled myself with Oses again, taking cocks in pussy and ass. Nice and full, the way that makes my hair stand on end. Damn, I love Kalquorians and their double pricks.

  I started slow again, enjoying the feeling of my Nobek sliding in and out of me, rubbing all the good stuff inside. Propped with one hand against his chest, I played with my breasts with the other, both for my own enjoyment and for his torment. After a little while, I rubbed my clit too. My sighs filled the air as passion built once more.

  When my fingers were coated in cream, I shoved them in Oses’s mouth for him to lick clean. He did so, his tongue wrapping all around my fingers to catch every drop of me.

  “What do you say?” I demanded as I pulled the clean digits away.

  “Thank you, my Matara,” he whispered. His cocks jerked inside me.

  I slapped his jaw, more to get his attention than to hurt him. “You better not come. I mean it, Oses.”

  “I won’t come until you say I can,” he answered. Determination filled his face, as if accepting a cha
llenge to a duel. What the hell, that’s essentially what it was.

  “You’d better not.”

  I fucked Oses in earnest. I rode that man for everything I could get. I fucked him and the orgasms rolled in. I took and I took and I took. Some climaxes were monumental earthquakes, rumbling through me until I feared I’d fall apart. Some were slow and sweet, like gentle waves lapping at the shore. Some were explosions, bursting forth to send me into annihilation.

  Between them, I ordered Oses to not come yet. I smacked his chest in warning when I suspected he might lose control. Beneath my demanding body, he shuddered and tensed, fighting to remain in command of his needs. His tendons stood out in glaring relief against sweat-soaked skin. His teeth clenched with effort. He was beautiful in his agony.

  I fucked him until I was too sore to enjoy myself anymore. I leaned down and kissed his lips, bleeding where he’d bitten them.

  “Good boy. My wonderful, amazing Oses. My Nobek. You may come now,” I whispered.

  His scream shattered the air as he let go at last. My ears rang in protest against that wall of sound. He pulsed hugely within me, releasing in a flood.

  Then he lay gasping, shattered, his eyes rolling. “Fuck,” he whispered over and over. “Fuck.”

  Yeah, that pretty much summed it up.

  I managed to untie Oses before my strength failed. I sank down on top of him and sighed as his arms wrapped around me. I heard cheers and applause in the distance. I remembered Finiuld and his guests and did not care. I drifted, finding shelter once more in the arms of my Nobek and tried not to think about what could happen to us next.

  February 21

  When I woke who knew how long later, I was not in the Arena. I was also not in my habitat. I had no clue where the fuck I was.

  I was on a floor of deep, orange pile carpeting. I was wearing a hideous dress of screaming yellow. It hung on me like a toga.

  I sat up, feeling the padded, springy fur of the ground beneath me. Except for the tangerine shade, it was similar to most of the flooring of Finiuld’s ship, at least of the parts of it I’d been in. My surroundings told me I was in the Ofetuchan version of a bedroom. There was a small billowing cloud of what I assumed to be a bed. Floating platforms hovered in the air, holding various items. Some were obvious, such as the pyramids that emitted soft lighting. There was a pitcher of that brownish ooze I’d witnessed Finiuld drinking before, along with a cup to pour the ick in. His incense stick cigarettes waited on the tray nearest the bed.

  A pile of colored clothing of eye-searing hues piled in the corner. Objects I couldn’t identify also scattered about the floor and on the floating trays. It was a well-used chamber, and I knew who used it. Finiuld sat a few feet away on a mushroom-chair, quaffing a nearly depleted bottle of brown yuck. He wasn’t even bothering with the glass.

  “Awake at last.” He smiled uncertainly at me as I eyed him from my position on the floor. “I guess you wore yourself out putting that Nobek in his place. At first, I thought I’d fucked up with knocking you unconscious, and didn’t that put a scare in me! I wondered if I had mistakenly punched the button twice? That could have killed you, you know, and that would have fucking pissed me off. I can’t kill Shalia. There’s no one like this Earther female. No, no, that would have been awful!”

  Finiuld grew teary as he blathered on about the possibility of killing me off. I realized he was drunk as a skunk.

  He went on and on, talking a mile a minute. “I kept checking to make sure you were breathing. You slept so long! Then I figured you must be tired. You wore that Kalquorian out. It was so amazing to watch you take what you wanted and make him obey you.”

  He paused for a moment. I muttered, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”

  “Oh, I did! And the argument we had later! The women insisted I had trained you to behave that way. ‘Earther women are timid. Earther women are weak. Everyone knows it.’ That’s what they kept saying. I hadn’t trained you to be a real woman. You can’t teach that.”

  Finiuld leaned towards me, as if to relay a confidence. He wobbled precariously, damned near falling off his toadstool chair. “I think they were afraid, Shalia. I think you scared the hell out of them!”

  He laughed uproariously at that. He laughed so hard that he did fall off his chair. The Little Creep rolled about on the floor, guffawing as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

  He rolled a bit too close to me, and I got to my feet and stepped away. I did not plan to be tortured because the drunken freak accidentally brushed up against me. I stood and watched Finiuld as he got himself under control.

  He took the opportunity in the break to grab the full bottle of ick from its tray. He waddled to his chair and laboriously climbed onto it. He opened the new bottle and gulped its contents.

  “How did I scare them, Finiuld?” I asked. If the Little Creep was drunk enough, he might divulge something of use to me. I also wondered what the hell I was doing in his bedroom.

  He looked at me blearily, his blubbery lips curled in a sly smile. “What?”

  “How did I scare your guests?”

  “Oh. Well, you acted like a real woman. A real person instead of an animal. You see, most of my people don’t consider other species as real sentient beings. You’re all too crude and dumb. You react instinctively to your environments rather than being proactive. You do possess some intelligence and perhaps you even have souls, but you’re not evolved enough to take seriously.”

  “That’s what makes you feel justified in keeping others as specimens? As exhibits?” I had the urge to snatch the bottle from Finiuld’s hands and smash it over his skull.

  The bastard smiled at me and bobbed his head. “That’s it, exactly. However, I don’t agree with the popular opinion, at least not entirely. Some creatures I’ve captured show promise. Some are even on the brink of being fully realized. I think you could be such a person, Shalia.”

  Finiuld’s expression went distant. “You showed that in the manner you commanded your Kalquorian friend. He was eager to obey you...I could tell he understood you were his better. You’re a strong, dominant woman who takes what is hers, as is her divine right. I realized when Oses gave himself up to you that you were a real person, Shalia. Not an animal.”

  Finiuld gazed up at me with what could only be described as adoration. I was stunned. The Little Creep had mistaken Oses’s willingness to do whatever he had to, to keep me safe. Finiuld had taken the Nobek’s seeming surrender to mean I was a superior being for that reason alone. Having come from a female-dominated society, it matched his criteria for an advanced species trait.

  I had no clue what to do, but I needed to utilize this insight. I adopted a no-nonsense attitude, thinking I’d better play the part Finiuld had cast me in. I crossed my arms over my chest, standing tall and staring down on him.

  “You acknowledge your mistake in taking me prisoner?” I demanded, giving him my most displeased attitude.

  Finiuld blinked. “It’s not a mistake! You are more valuable than ever. The so-called dependent Earther female is proven to be otherwise. You are a treasure. I am beyond fortunate to have you.”

  So much for demanding my release then. I had to go for another angle. “You dare to hold me against my will when you recognize I am not a lesser being! You do not consider this vile? Unnatural?”

  The Little Creep folded into himself at my accusations. He gulped a swallow of ick before answering, probably to shore up his courage.

  I was not prepared for his response. “I’ll make it worth your while to remain with me, Shalia. You wear the collar, but I am yours. All my riches, all my belongings, everything...I give it to you. Only be kind to me. Share your thoughts and let me bask in your presence.”

  Dear heavens. I couldn’t believe it, but I could have sworn he talked about worshipping me. By dominating Oses, I had attained near holy stature to Finiuld.

  Trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with this information, I dared to say, “You of
fer nothing I want. Freedom for myself and my – my Kalquorian servant is all I desire.”

  Finiuld’s face crumpled as if the damned freak would cry.

  He jumped off his toadstool and approached me on legs that had turned rubbery. “No! No, you must stay with me. I can give you so much, Shalia. This ship can take you anywhere with no one aware of your approach. With my phase converter, I can fetch you clothes and jewels and whatever your heart desires. The clothes you coveted on the Adraf station – all yours for the asking! The treasures of the Kalquorian mines – you’ll have rooms filled with gemstones and gold! I’ll capture you slaves, men of beauty to enjoy. You do not have to settle for the pleasures a single man can give you. I’ll grant you a harem!”

  I was sickened that Finiuld would offer me sex slaves, probably in the hopes of watching me dominate them. However, if I could somehow get him to trust me...