Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “No, it’s perfectly fine,” I moaned. “I like it rough, I like it tender. I like everything you do.”

  He grinned. “Glad to hear it. I missed you, Shalia. I was going crazy worrying about you and Oses.”

  “You didn’t give up hope?”

  “I couldn’t. It would have killed me to think you were gone forever.”

  I glanced down at him, concern filling me despite all the yummy feelings in my body. “But someday I will be gone. I’ll join a clan and this will be over.”

  Betra continued to smile, though the expression was a bit sad. “You’ll be safe. Safe and cared for. That will make it okay.”

  I wasn’t so sure. He’d said he loved me once before, and I knew from my own heartache over Clan Dusa that such things can’t be turned off with the ease of a water spigot. Could Betra walk away when we reached Kalquor?

  Before I could continue that line of questioning, Betra pulled his fingers loose from my pussy. He pushed the wet digits into my ass, readying me. His thumb went into my sex and his mouth descended on my clit.

  All my concerns were gone in an instant. Betra sucked and his tongue stroked my most sensitive place as his fingers pumped in and out. I clutched his head, snarling his long hair around my fingers. Heat built and exquisite delight burbled in my lower bits. I moaned and shivered as elation built higher and higher.

  The louder I got, the more intensely he worked me. My feet began to kick of their own accord, completely out of my control. They thudded unheeded against Betra’s broad back. He kept sucking, licking, fingering.

  Liquid fire filled my abdomen. It gathered for explosive release. My whole being tensed as I readied for that sublime deliverance. Then it was on me, bursting forth in thrilling spasms. My belly seized over and over, liberating the pressure that had built up. My hips jerked, bucking against Betra’s face.

  The Imdiko appeared quite pleased with himself once I had settled again, my cries tapering into gasps. “That was lovely,” he purred. “I want you to do it again.”

  His deliciously raspy tongue laved my swollen clit once more. I was so sensitive that the pleasure was almost painful. I couldn’t help but struggle, but Betra kept me prisoner easily, fucking me with fingers and mouth until a rush of warmth enveloped me and I jerked with climax once more.

  When I was finished, Betra grabbed a pillow and set it beneath my hips. “Comfortable?”

  I was amused that my usually demanding Imdiko was so cautious with me. “Very. I was hoping to have a taste of you before we moved to the main event, however.”

  “Really?” Betra seemed delighted. “Okay, but we have to be careful with the positioning. Kneeling could bother your knees. Being on top might be a strain. Let me see...oh, I think I know what would serve us both best.”

  He moved around until he was on hands and knees over me, his cocks over my mouth and his mouth over my crotch. Next thing I knew, he was kissing me again...on the stomach. Sheesh, the guy really is crazed for pregnant bellies. If he was this infatuated over a slight bump, how would he be in another couple of months?

  I suppressed the giggles that wanted to bubble out. Then I eyed those tasty lengths suspended over my face. They smelled delicious.

  It occurred to me in that moment that Betra and I were alone. I hadn’t been intimate with a man without an audience for ages. For a moment, I remembered Finiuld’s containment, being with Oses in our tiny cave, trying to achieve some measure of privacy and failing.

  In that instant, I was there again. I could feel the fake grass beneath me. I could see the cave ceiling over me. I could hear the Plasian sobbing and the Isetacian pounding his skull against the wall. Worst still, I felt the hopeless desperation that permeated every act I’d done.

  I took a couple of deep breaths as my libido plummeted. I reminded myself that I was on the transport. I was safe. No one was watching me. No one could hurt me here, not with Betra, Oses, and a few hundred Kalquorians nearby.

  Betra paused as he became aware that I was rather quiet. “Shalia? Is everything okay?”

  “Sure,” I lied. “Just contemplating the gorgeous view.”

  He chuckled. He went back to kissing me but concentrating his efforts on points south of my stomach. His attention to my pussy brought happy sensations once more. It was as if butterfly wings were tickling my insides. Betra’s usual excellent technique drove off the bad stuff.

  I reached up and grabbed a couple of handfuls of cock and tugged gently to bring them down. That distinctive spicy-sweetness exploded on my tongue as I took Betra’s smaller prick in. All memories of my captivity vanished.

  I gobbled that Imdiko like turkey on Thanksgiving. While my hand pleasured one prick, my other hand and mouth worked the second. I switched between them, going back and forth, gulping the natural lubrication Betra emitted. My liaison was finer than any dessert ever concocted. The occasional drop of pre-cum was an additional treat, adding a salty zing to the overall deliciousness. I fed and fed on him, unable to get enough.

  Meanwhile, Betra treated me to another exciting round of oral delights. He uttered happy, moaning sounds as he licked and sucked and kissed me to dizzying arousal all over again. My eager lower bits sizzled with excitement, responding to his masterful use. I kicked the bed when he found an especially sensitive spot. Pretty soon, it was all sensitive. I groaned as loud as he did, and my feet couldn’t stop drumming the surface of my sleeping mat.

  At last Betra heaved himself up. “Damn it, I could do that all day, but I’m going to come soon,” he told me. He moved around to crouch over me, putting us face to face.

  “That would be perfectly fine with me,” I grinned.

  “Normally, I’d agree. But I have to fuck my beautiful Shalia. I must.”

  Betra kissed me, and I tasted myself on him. No doubt he tasted himself too. I found it highly erotic to blend ourselves that way. Judging from the passion my lover kissed me with, he was as excited.

  He broke our kiss and reared up to kneel between my legs. “Now I’m going to fuck this wonderful body,” he gasped. He grabbed my hips and tilted them up, placing me in line with his rigid cocks.

  I reached down to grasp them, putting them where they needed to go. When the tips touched my openings and slowly crept inside, I cried out. It was so good to be with Betra. Too good, almost. I swore I’d climax within a few seconds.

  “Easy,” Betra whispered, taking things slow. “Easy. I’m on the verge. It won’t take a lot more.”

  I clutched handfuls of bedding, trying to transmit all that tension into my grip. Betra continued to enter me in careful increments, his jaw tight. Veins corded his muscles as he watched our bodies join. I could tell he resisted the need to orgasm with monumental effort.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured over and over. “So beautiful.”

  I could only moan in response. The slow taking meant I experienced every bit of him spreading my pussy and ass open. The hot thickness was profound, and I was terribly aware of the friction against my inner flesh. My feet started kicking again.

  “Betra. Betra,” I sobbed.

  “Yes. Let me hear you speak my name while I fuck you. Tell me how you missed having me inside.”

  “I did. Oh God, I did.”

  “I’m watching you take me. I’m watching my cocks fill your ass and pussy. Do I feel good to you, Shalia?”

  “Yes. Oh please, Betra, I want to come.”

  “No, not yet. Wait for me, Shalia. Wait until I’m entirely inside you, so you’re surrounding me. That’s my girl. Almost there.”

  He continued to impale me so slowly. As badly as I wanted to give in to the need for climax, I also wanted to prolong the encounter. It had been too long since we’d made love. Same as Betra, I wanted to make it go on and on.

  So even when we were groin to groin, I refused to let go. Instead, I wept a little to be with my liaison. It was then that I knew that at some point during my captivity, I had believed I would never see Betra again.

 
We went slow. Insanely slow. It was as if we were trying to fuck for the rest of our lives, to hold off the end of this encounter. Betra’s hips slid back and forth at a pace that would have awed a turtle. I didn’t urge him on, choosing instead to bask in the joy of renewed intimacy.

  It remained that way until we finished. Even when he shook with the strain of refused orgasm, even when Betra ground his teeth together and his brows furrowed until he looked as fierce as Oses at his worst, he did not give in to moving any faster and harder. Sweat ran off him in rivers. His groans sounded akin to those of a soul in torment. Veins stood out on his straining muscles. Yet he refused to degenerate into the fierce fucking I knew his body fought for.

  Instead, he stroked my clit until I bucked and shouted. He brought me three times in that manner. The final orgasm, as my pussy pulled hard at him, Betra lost the battle to not climax. His head fell back and he shrieked at the ceiling as his cocks jerked inside me.

  We curled together on my bed afterward. We were silent for several minutes, though we did stroke and kiss a lot. I’d finally come home. I was safe at long last.

  March 29, late

  I can’t sleep. It’s my first night in my room, I’m surrounded by familiar things, Betra took care of my sexual needs earlier today, and I’m beyond exhausted. Yet I’m afraid to close my eyes.

  It’s not that the shadows are bothering me again. When I wrote how safe I believed myself to be earlier today, that was true. It still is. There have been no imagined black eyes staring out of corners. No brightly colored waistcoat hems flash at the corner of my vision. I have no urge to hide in my closet or anywhere else. I really am better where all of that is concerned.

  Yet I can sense the nightmares waiting to jump on me the instant I try to settle down. The moment I start that gentle slide into sleep, I’m on Finiuld’s ship again. I hear Oses screaming in pain. I feel the humiliation of being teased and slapped by the Little Creep’s guests. I remember the Earther man’s cries as Oses did what he had to in order to keep me and my unborn child safe. I remember Finiuld’s desperate attempts to escape as I choked him. Finally, there is the maddened violence, the red storm of frantic rage as I beat Glidas’s brains out.

  Too many vivid memories wait for me in sleep. I’m terrified to go there.

  At least in Medical when I started whimpering or screaming, an orderly or nurse would be at my side in an instant. If I asked, a staff member would sit by my bed all night, holding my hand so I could have some sense of security while I slept. Betra also sat with me a couple of nights when he found out I was having trouble with nightmares.

  I hate to be needy, but I’m so tired. I need to rest, and eventually I’ll crash no matter how scared I am. The idea of facing those terrors in my mind alone is bringing me to tears. I don’t think I can do this. I’m trying to be strong, but it’s too much.

  I’m going to com Betra and ask him if I can spend the night with him. Just this once. I’ll be better tomorrow. The longer I’m home on the transport, the better I will get. I only need this night to adjust.

  Okay, I commed Betra. He’s coming to get me and walk me to his quarters. I’m tons better already. The big sweetie wasn’t the least impatient with me either. I’m certain I woke him up, but he wasn’t cranky at all. He simply said, “I’m coming to get you, Shalia.”

  I am so lucky to have him and Oses. Next time I want to bitch about stuff they do, I’ll try to remember that.

  March 30

  I felt loads better this morning, as I knew I would. Sleeping snuggled up to Betra made all the difference. I had no nightmares. I woke once to go to the bathroom. The moment I crawled in bed and Betra’s arms went around me, making me warm and safe, I was asleep again. It was wonderful. Betra as a bedmate is an awesome thing. I should sleep with him more often, and he might even be agreeable to it...but I am determined to beat these nightmares first. I will sleep in my own bed alone tonight, to prove I can do it.

  It’s nice that I’m not the only person jumping at shadows these days. Candy is convinced her quarters are haunted.

  She regaled us at breakfast this morning with the story of how she woke up last night, intuiting right off the bat that something was wrong. “I could feel it, how you do when you sense a thunderstorm on its way. There was this tension in the air, and it built higher and higher with every passing second.”

  Katrina was biting her lips together, no doubt amused by Candy’s melodrama. I have to give her credit for not laughing. It was a touch excessive. It was all I could do to keep my own expression serious.

  Candy didn’t pick up on our humor. She was too busy with her campfire story to notice the glances passing between us.

  I asked, “Was it as if you were being watched?”

  Candy nodded, her curled hair bouncing about her shoulders. “Oh, most definitely. There was this sort of hush, but not the usual quiet. Like a presence was holding its breath so I wouldn’t realize it was there.”

  Ghosts need to breathe? Katrina might have been thinking the same thing, because she decided staring at her plate of food was a smart idea at that moment. It was that or laugh out loud, I’m afraid.

  “I called out, ‘Is someone there?’ There was still no sound. I knew someone was, though. I could feel it.”

  Katrina gave Candy comically wide eyes. She’d given up the pretense that she didn’t find the whole thing ridiculous. “Then what?”

  Candy failed to catch on. “I saw something move in the far corner of my sleeping room, where the shadows were deepest. I couldn’t make out a shape, but I saw this extra darkness there and it shifted the tiniest bit.”

  Katrina clapped her hands to her cheeks. “Oh my goodness. What did you do?”

  “I jumped up and yelled for the lights. They came up right away...and nothing was there.” Candy’s tone went all dramatic at that final bit, delivering the end of an urban legend in which the girl discovers her boyfriend’s bloody corpse.

  “No!” Katrina exclaimed, more absurdly horrified than ever.

  I couldn’t help it. I had to laugh at Katrina’s antics. Candy was pissed off in an instant.

  “It’s not funny!” She threw a crispy strip of braised ronka at Katrina.

  “Stop it, Candy.” Our elder friend caught the ronka and nibbled on the end. “A ghost in your quarters? You’re too old for such things.”

  “A lot you know,” Candy pouted. “When I was a kid, I had a friend who lived in a place where stuff was moved around all over the place. Her mom was forever putting her keys down in one place and finding them somewhere else. There are things out there we don’t understand,” she added in a spooky voice.

  “Just because we don’t understand them doesn’t mean there isn’t a logical explanation. Is this the first instance this has happened in your quarters?”

  “Yes, but these things can take weeks to crank up,” Candy asserted, as if she were an expert on the subject. “Maybe I did something that accidentally invited a spirit in.”

  “For heaven’s sake.” Katrina shook her head. “Pure bunk.”

  I decided it was best I keep my quiet on the subject, seeing as how I wasn’t big on the supernatural and Candy acted insulted by Katrina’s teasing. Unfortunately, Candy turned to me and asked plaintively, “You believe I saw something last night, don’t you, Shalia?”

  I did my darnedest to be diplomatic about it. “I’m sure you think you saw it. Maybe you dreamed the whole thing. Are you certain you were awake?”

  She scowled. “Yes, I’m definite about that. Laugh all you want, but weird stuff happened. How am I supposed to sleep with creepy shit invading my room?”

  I almost told her sleeping with a Kalquorian man does wonders for getting rest. However, that’s more confiding than I care to do. If being friends with Katrina and Candy has taught me anything, it’s that there is a such thing as oversharing.

  March 30, later

  Just when I think I’ve done it all, I surprise myself. Today was no exception.


  I ate lunch and headed to my quarters with the intent of comming the Dads at long last. Tep and Feru have kept them up to date on my health, but I know they want to talk to me in the worst way. I’m finally over my abduction enough for that conversation.

  Poor dads. My good intentions were postponed. They can thank Oses for that.

  My wonderful protector was in the corridor outside my quarters when I got there. His worried expression eased as soon as he saw me. I have no idea why he would be worried with me being safe and sound on the ship, but he’s probably still suffering the effects of our captivity. I’m happy I mean so much to him. He is my rock.