Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  He moved close instead and stroked my cheek. “Do we need to stop? If you’re upset—”

  I refused to let the past trauma leak into my wonderful present circumstances. “No. No, if I stop because of what the Little Creep did to me, then he wins. He’s not going to win, Betra. He’s not ruining the rest of my life.”

  I made myself appreciate the half-naked gift within reach. My hands slid over Betra’s torso, solidifying where I was and who I was with. I forced a grin to my lips. “This is a pretty compelling reason to put the past behind me. Got any other reasons I should know about?”

  “Just this.” He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck, shoulders, and breasts. I wasn’t surprised when he moved down to the slight rounding of my stomach again, but it was more of a lustful celebration than belly worship. He moved up the small hill of my tummy, getting closer to the top, moving to the belly button, sealing his lips over that...

  And blew an insanely loud raspberry against my flesh.

  “What is wrong with you?” I shouted, moving as if to slap Betra’s goofy, grinning mug. He was too quick for me to connect, even if I had been serious about smacking him. He stood out of reach, laughing at me.

  “Bringing you to the present with me,” he snickered. “Now that you’ve snapped out of the past, I can take advantage of what you’re in the perfect position for.”

  Before I could yell at Betra some more, he put his mouth and tongue to my pussy. I was suddenly not so mad at him. Remember the kiss I’d been so ga-ga over? Well, he delivered the same thing to my girlie bits, and boy, were they happy.

  In an instant, I was moaning and shaking under his sweet assault. With my legs wide open, Betra had access to everything, and he did not miss one tiny bit of my most sensitive flesh. Lips and teeth laid hold of my folds, tugging gently. His lovely, raspy tongue dipped and swirled and licked. Raw need erupted, sending jagged shards of pleasure deep into my gut.

  I hung onto the straps supporting the sling as he gorged on my avid pussy. I had a grip so tight that veins popped out on my arms. Oh hell, it was good. It was so good that climax crashed maybe a minute after Betra started in on me. It rushed in with a speed that left me breathless. Fierce sensation rocketed from my clit straight up my spine. It exploded in my skull. I tried to scream, but all I could managed were these funny, breathless grunts as my body strained to deliver release.

  When the strongest spasms had passed, I found Betra eyeing me with an expression stuck between amusement and awe. He said, “That was fast.”

  “Damn,” I groaned, shivering as rapture continued to chase up and down my body. “What are you doing to me?”

  “This.”

  With a devious smirk, Betra licked me from ass to clit with a slow sweep of his tongue. I yelped as excitement sizzled anew from all points south. I panted and looked at him with wide eyes.

  “More,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I could handle more.

  He did it again, and my moan should have shaken the walls. Damn if I didn’t feel as if I were on the brink of climax again.

  “Pregnancy might be making you more sensitive,” Betra mused. “Or maybe I’m that incredible. Yes, it must be me.”

  “Not full of yourself are you, you – oh – oh – OH!”

  That evil Imdiko interrupted me by sucking my clit into his mouth and lolling his tongue all over it. I detonated with a shriek that they might have heard back on Earth. Brilliant light suffused my world, taking me out of it. I rode heaving waves of bliss.

  I returned to discover Betra laughing at me. “Woo!” he exclaimed. “Pregnant girls are fun.”

  “You – oh – that – damn—” I stuttered, too breathless and shaken to find cohesive thoughts.

  “You weren’t like this the other day, Have you noticed an increase in libido lately?”

  I scowled at him as my brain began to work again. “I am not interested in an evaluation of my hormonal shifts,” I answered. “Besides, I was under the impression that you were taking credit for this.”

  He grinned. “I wish I could, but that’s too instantaneous a reaction. I am willing to take advantage though. Let’s see if you can break your record for orgasms with me.”

  Betra stepped up close, aiming his cocks where they were meant to go. Tabs A and C, meet slots B and D. We interlocked as perfectly as ever...except raging need filled me yet again.

  I wonder if anyone else has ever climaxed to the point where they wish they would never orgasm again. I got my lifetime’s quota during that encounter. Betra fucked me with care, no doubt worrying over my health as these Kalquorians are wont to do. There was no hard, powerful thrusting. No Imdiko going wild. That was perfectly fine, because it wasn’t taking a lot to stoke the constantly simmering fire that was my lustful condition.

  I swung through the air back and forth, Betra moving me to feed my pussy with his larger cock. He’d swing me slow and gentle, and I’d come. He’d rock me steadily, and I’d come. He’d not swing me at all, just standing there playing with my clit and mouthing my breasts while grinding in slow circles...and I’d come.

  I came moaning his name. I came screaming profanities. I came clawing Betra’s shoulders. I came pounding my fists against his chest. I came and I came and I came until I lost count.

  Finally, wiped out to the point of feeling faint (but with my greedy pussy insisting it could do more), I begged Betra, “Please, make it stop. I can’t handle any more. It’s too much.”

  He kissed me gently, his arms wrapped around me and my sling, holding our bodies close together. “Should I fill that sweet pussy with my cum?”

  Those words were enough to bring a nearly painful flash of lust to my clit. I sobbed to know I would have to orgasm again.

  I said, “Yes, Betra. Please fill my pussy with your cum.”

  “Mmm,” he moaned happily. “That sounds so good when you say it. Shall I fill you until you overflow?”

  “Yes. Yes.”

  He made me swing, sheathing and unsheathing his cocks. The friction of our flesh rubbing together electrified me yet again. Every hair on my body stood straight up. My skin fairly sizzled. A storm grew deep in my gut, expectation rumbling with all the force of encroaching thunder. It billowed, building stronger and more menacing. My body shook with the oncoming onslaught.

  A lightning flash of cataclysmic proportions lit me from within. My head stretched back to let me peal screams at the ceiling. Another flash...and I was deluged once more by earthshaking orgasm.

  Betra added his thick bellow to the raging chaos. We shattered together, pounded from within by the sweetest tempest. My Imdiko lover poured into me, and I absorbed every drop as if it fell on parched soil.

  Betra’s face was a mere inch from mine, most of his weight supported by the sling that held me. Our gasps mingled and joined as we recovered. We stared into each other’s eyes the whole while, as if breaking our gazes would end our melding too soon.

  Finally, Betra came to his senses. “Are you all right?”

  “Wonderful,” I sighed.

  “Let me get you down from here.”

  He was quick about getting my legs down from their straps, and then me down from the sling. Betra fetched us both water, plus a protein drink for me, before lying down next to me on his bed. He rubbed my arms and legs, making certain everything was in good operating order. I smiled to be under his care.

  I miss the rougher lovemaking, but I do enjoy this gentle stuff too. I felt doted on, as revered as a queen while the Imdiko fussed over me.

  “I have a question for you,” Betra said after several minutes of ensuring I was recovering from our play.

  “Ask away.” I swallowed the last of my protein drink. I love that stuff, by the way. It tastes like a thick chocolate-hazelnut coffee concoction.

  “You’re still interested in being with both me and Oses at the same time, aren’t you?”

  I arched an eyebrow at him. “Well, duh. I’m sad we missed out on our Alneusian water sex th
ing on the space station.”

  Betra grinned. “Don’t worry. We’ll probably have a similar opportunity at some point. Since that’s in the future, perhaps we should set something up on the ship here.”

  I couldn’t help my disbelieving grin. “You want to get together with Oses?”

  “Well, if the circumstances are right, I believe I’d be okay.”

  I knew then Betra had been plotting, perhaps for quite a while. “Do tell. What kind of circumstances would you be able to handle with another man?”

  “Maybe a situation you wouldn’t be able to cope with, given what happened to you on the Ofetuchan vessel.” Betra looked worried. “Given some of the things you told me, I’m not positive you’d be up for it.”

  “Tell me what’s in that calculating mind of yours.” I spoke with more than a little suspicion. “I trust you, Betra, but there is some fucked-up garbage in my head.”

  “I’m figuring it out, but it would involve me controlling you and Oses. Finding out he’s okay with such a thing under certain circumstances makes me hope I can play along. It’s a matter of me convincing him I have the power to dominate him.”

  My eyes went wide at Betra’s idea. “You dominate Oses? You can be pretty commanding...sometimes you act more Dramok than Imdiko, in fact...but that’s a tall order, Betra.”

  He shrugged. “Maybe not. It depends on how much he desires intimacies with me. Not sexual intimacies though,” Betra hurried to clarify when I gasped. “The idea makes me nauseous. But there are things I could do with him...if he’ll agree to it.”

  My thoughts swam. I didn’t have to be a psychiatrist to realize Oses was still having some issues with our captivity. Being under another’s control so soon after our abduction might make things worse for him. Heaven knows, I’m on shaky ground myself. Yet Oses loves Betra. In a platonic way, Betra loves him. Oses needs that.

  “The usual rules apply,” I told the Imdiko. “If either Oses or I say sholt, you’d better back off. Even if I say it on Oses’s behalf, you have to stop whatever is happening. No questions, no hesitation.”

  “Of course.” There was torment in Betra’s expression. “I wish to help him heal. You too. I’m not sure that either of you can ever be the people you were before your abduction, but I want to at least see you happy again.”

  I took a deep breath. “If you can get Oses to agree to it, I’m game. It could be we all end up horribly disappointed, but I’m willing to try.”

  You’d think I was agreeing to something awful, rather than screwing my two favorite sexmates. I really can’t imagine Betra dominating Oses. I do appreciate my liaison trying to find a way to help us cope with what we went through, though. Betra is wonderful in that respect.

  I ended up spending the night. I wish I could say I slept as well in the security of Betra’s arms as I did before, but I’d be lying. I dreamed I was on Finiuld’s spacecraft, running from corridor to corridor and room to room with the Little Creep’s corpse bouncing on my shoulders. I was looking for Oses and I couldn’t find him anywhere. Finally, I ended up in the Arena, where Tragooms ate from his corpse while Ofetuchans applauded wildly from the balcony. I woke up screaming.

  When I wouldn’t stop crying, Betra was forced to call Medical to come in and sedate me. Now I have to go and have my head shrunk by Dr. Feru today. Me and my PTSD. Will it ever end?

  April 1, afternoon

  The day hours are so much better than the night. I feel normal when the ship is buzzing with activity and I’m surrounded by others. Why can’t my fouled-up psyche accept that all is well again? Why do I keep going back to Finiuld’s ship when my defenses are down?

  All these questions and no real answers. I’m due to visit Dr. Feru in an hour. We’ll find out if he can clear my skull of all its ghosts.

  Speaking of ghosts, Candy is certain she has proof of her specter. A woman in our group, Megan, witnessed something weird last night.

  “I was up late and walking down the corridor.” Her freckled milk-pale skin flushed slightly, so I assume she’d been visiting a lover in his quarters. “I spotted this dark shape that I initially took to be a big man as I turned the corner...and then it disappeared.”

  Candy inhaled so sharply that she damned near choked on the piece of toast she’d been chewing. Katrina was positioning herself for the Heimlich Maneuver when Candy hacked it back up.

  As if she’d not nearly killed herself on breakfast, my friend leaned excitedly towards Megan. “You mean, it vanished? All at once? Like ‘poof’?”

  “Not quite,” Megan said. “It headed into a wall when it kind of faded out. It was less than a second. It happened so fast, I decided it might have been my imagination.”

  “Probably.” Katrina regained her seat. “If you’re not positive that you saw it, chances are you didn’t.”

  “Don’t be so sure.” On that ominous note, Candy fixed bright blue eyes on Megan. “Where was it exactly? Was it near my quarters?”

  “No. The wall it walked into was next to Shalia’s door.”

  Candy’s attention riveted on me. “Did you see anything in your room?”

  Just the past in my head. “I slept somewhere else. What I saw would curl your hair.” I leered suggestively.

  “That’s my girl,” Katrina grinned. “I doubt it was rising from the dead.”

  “Damn. I know there’s supernatural activity going on.” Candy ignored the teasing.

  Betra chose that moment to approach our table, his gaze centered on me. I could tell he was worried about my nightmare. “Are you stopping by Medical today?” he asked.

  “Already scheduled,” I answered. I appreciated he refrained from mentioning Dr. Feru. With me being pregnant, the rest would probably assume I was getting a baby checkup.

  “Betra, have many men died on this ship?” Candy asked.

  He looked at her with some surprise. “Yes, there have been deaths aboard this transport. Not on this trip though.” He apparently hoped that would reassure her.

  “Were any of them violent deaths?” she pressed.

  Betra’s brow drew down. “I’m certain there were. This vessel has been in service for some time and in several wars. When you transport thousands of battle-ready Nobeks for long enough, there will be fights. No doubt some turned deadly.”

  “What about in our area of the ship? Did anyone die near our quarters?”

  Betra folded his arms over his chest. “What is this about, Candy?”

  She was at her most dramatic as she informed him, “I believe we have – a ghost. A member of the dead is restless and haunting this ship.”

  Katrina started to laugh and turned it into a coughing fit to avoid hurting Candy’s feelings.

  Betra looked more confused than ever. “You mean the soul of an ancestor? Is that what you’re saying?”

  “You don’t have hauntings on Kalquor?” Candy looked at our liaison as if he were the one saying outlandish gibberish. “Come on, Betra. Supernatural stuff happens everywhere.”

  “There are some who believe in such occurrences.” A slight smile pulled at his lips. “I’m afraid I don’t, however. Tell me what you’ve seen that makes you think dead men are prowling this transport.”

  “What’s the point?” Candy glowered at him. “If you’re a skeptic, you’ll just tell me we’re imagining things.”

  “Who else saw this spirit?” Betra gave her his most compassionate, caring look.

  Megan told her story. Since Betra offered her considerate attention, Candy was encouraged to share her tale as well.

  “Interesting,” he said after hearing their strange encounters. “Neither of you is given to lying or overly active imaginations, so I have to concede you came across something. Whether or not is was supernatural is another matter.”

  “I knew it,” Candy pouted. She glared at her half-eaten breakfast, as if eggs and grilled ronka were to blame for Betra’s lack of belief.

  “Wait, my sweet. Don’t be angry.” Betra was conciliatory, t
rying to make sure she didn’t feel shut out. “I can’t explain what either of you witnessed. Your best bet is to tell me immediately if something similar happens again. Wake me in the middle of the night, if you must. I want to discover the source of this mystery. My Mataras should not be frightened if I can help it.”

  His willingness to look into the matter mollified Candy right away. Maybe it wasn’t the belief she’d hoped for, but no one can ever doubt Betra for his sincerity. If he said he was willing to chase ghosts, he’d do so even if he didn’t subscribe to their existence.