Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “Silly,” he called me, but I saw how his eyes darkened as he realized he’d have to catch me. I’d heard running from Nobeks was a super bad idea, but I wasn’t really running. I merely avoided him.

  As he started to stalk towards me, I reminded him, “Be nice. I’ve got a baby on board.”

  “Do you believe that will excuse you for being naughty?” he asked, speeding up to get within a couple of steps of me.

  I skipped faster. “It’s an excellent excuse,” I giggled. “What are you going to do about it? You can’t spank me. Nyah, nyah.”

  I was utterly ridiculous, but a silly mood had seized me. I had to be carefree for a change. I wanted to have fun. I insisted Oses play with me.

  Oses doesn’t play. I never saw him head for me. All of the sudden, he was just there. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against his body. I gazed into cat-pupiled eyes that possessed no mercy. He deliberately opened his mouth wide so I could see his fangs descend. He burrowed against my throat.

  There was an instant of sharp pain as he bit. I yelped but didn’t struggle. Knowing the sweetness that was to come, I surrendered without a qualm. A moment later, the pain was gone.

  While I waited for the venom to fill my body, I concentrated on the sensation of Oses against me. His massive arms cradled me against his wide chest. His heart pounded against my breast, as if it wished to leave his body and enter mine. I imagined us melded as a single being and how wondrous that would be. I sighed, sinking into the pleasure of his embrace.

  The first soft curls of euphoria crept through my veins. I sighed again, enjoying the warmth of blended arousal and contentment filling me. It was an excellent feeling, which I hadn’t experienced in a while. When had I last enjoyed a Kalquorian bite? I couldn’t remember.

  My body was happily humming when Oses released me, and I was wet. The intoxicant in a Kalquorian’s fangs is a potent aphrodisiac. I wantonly rubbed myself all over my favorite weapons commander. He chuckled to be lustfully mauled by me.

  “I thought you preferred to run,” he teased as I covered his face with damp kisses.

  “No, no, I want to wallow all over you,” I moaned, pulling at his armored formsuit so that the front seam purred open, baring his chest. “Cover me in Nobek Oses for the next few hours.”

  “I don’t have a few hours.” Oses wasn’t resisting as I kissed down his massive, muscled torso. Instead, he let me explore him with my mouth. “I can spare a few minutes, I think.”

  “Aw Oses,” I complained in between licks and kisses. My hands roamed the skin I bared with abandon. “You can’t bite an Earther girl, make her crazy with lust, and then leave her wanting.”

  “Can’t I? You’ll have to convince me you’re worth a potential reprimand for reporting late to duty.”

  “How?” I sank to my knees. His delicious aroma, similar to cinnamon, got stronger as I neared his crotch.

  “Keep heading down. Put that mouth to good use, and I’ll consider fucking you. Take off your blouse so I can enjoy the view of your breasts while you’re at it.”

  For an answer I yanked his crotch seam wide open. Oses’s eager cocks spilled out, damned near smacking me in the nose as they did so. Then I whipped my blouse off over my head and shoved my bra off with impatience.

  I gripped the bases of each rigid stave. I sucked pricks as if my life depended on it. With the venom in me, I was crazed in my desire for sex, even for giving oral sex. I fellated as if I could achieve orgasm by that means. My mouth was voracious, slurping Oses’s lubricating juices as fast as he produced them.

  Meanwhile he stood over me, hands on his hips, watching me from far above. Oses was excited, but he also stared down on me like a lord and master being served by a slave. I loved the fantasy and bought fully into it. I pretended I had no choice but to service him, that he owned me and I must provide him pleasure even if I received none.

  However, I got plenty of excitement from seeing to Oses’s desires. The insides of my thighs were slick and heat built in my belly. Without being touched, my pussy was alive with sensation. I almost believed I could climax just from watching his naked lust.

  I worked his cocks with everything I had and still couldn’t get enough. He stood and watched for a long while, grimacing and grunting every few seconds. From the frequent tastes of spice-salt-sweet I detected when I sucked on his larger prick, I wasn’t doing half bad. All that pre-cum meant I made my man pretty darn happy.

  Finally Oses stepped away so that I was left reaching for him. “Turn around. Put your ass in the air for my use,” he told me.

  Oh happy me. I almost gave myself vertigo from spinning around so fast. In my enthusiasm in presenting my derriere to him, I nearly smacked my forehead on the hard floor.

  Oses knelt behind me. He spread my cheeks. “I love this ass. I’m tempted to shove my primary cock in there without preparing you and fuck you while you scream.”

  I knew perfectly well he’d never take me in a damaging fashion. The threat was merely a matter of him playing out our mutual fantasy of his mastery. I whimpered and trembled as if to beg for mercy.

  “Keep that pussy open and take what you’re given,” Oses growled. “Any crying or complaining means punishment.”

  I spread my legs wider in acquiescence. With a grunt, the Nobek pressed the tip of his cock against and into me.

  For all his dangerous demeanor, he was as careful as I knew he’d be. The only hint of demand came from how Oses gripped my hips, holding me steady as he forged us into one gasping being. His thrusts were steady but gentle. He relied on my intoxication and his fingers stroking my clit to make me come.

  And climax I did, shuddering and crying his name as passion seized my pussy in long spasms. When the most intense of the convulsions passed, I reached between my legs to clench Oses’s smaller cock in my fist. He rocked back and forth in the grip of my hand and pussy for a few moments before his moans announced pleasure had been attained.

  After that, Oses sat back on his knees and pulled me up so that I sat impaled, on his lap. He stroked my clit until I seized again. I arched against his chest, screaming gratification to the illuminated ceiling overhead.

  Later Oses informed me he hadn’t been late for his shift, but it had meant not showering before going on duty. The smell of me on him was a source of frustration for the crew on the bridge. It appeared to amuse him that everyone else was in a terrible mood for those hours. Such is the Nobek sense of humor.

  I’d asked Oses to check into Clan Seot, and I wasted not a second after our encounter sending him all the information I had on my would-be mates. The weapons commander’s comment that Dad Rak would prefer to scrutinize them offered me a great excuse to send my dads a message too. I miss my adoptive parents in the worst way. It sucks that there are two days between me comming and them receiving it.

  But I did my daughterly duty, telling them about Seot, Cifa, and Larten. I also told them about my haunting problem, though I went with a ghost-story-by-the-campfire vibe; lighthearted with an exaggerated drama-queen spin. I have put those men through enough with my unwanted adventures. Nayun in particular will have a nervous breakdown if he thinks I’m in trouble yet again.

  My kiddo did some kicking as I recorded my message to the dads. I shared that with them too, assuming the future grandfathers would enjoy knowing their grandchild is healthy and active. I asked Nayun if Kalquorian names have meanings, and if so, what did his mean. He’ll probably figure out I wish my child, if it’s a boy, to have his name. I hope he doesn’t mind.

  With me reaching the second trimester of my pregnancy, I’m starting to worry more and more about how I’ll handle motherhood. My mom was no great shakes at being a parent, but I wish I could pick her brain about what to expect. I suppose I could talk to Katrina about it. She’s a mom, after all. However, with her kids and grandkids missing on Earth, I’m afraid it will upset her.

  It’s funny. I’ve got all this support from friends and yet I feel almost total
ly alone on this mom-to-be issue. Thank goodness I have plenty of time to figure stuff out.

  Once I’d caught up on all that, I went in search of Candy and Katrina. I found them in Candy’s room, muttering over their handhelds.

  “It took you long enough to show up,” Candy greeted me. “Give me your handheld so I can set it up.”

  “Set it up for what?” Despite my question, I gave it up to her right away.

  “We’re off on a ghost hunting expedition,” Katrina said. “Candy has some ideas on how we might be able to tune the audio and video recording frequencies. Maybe we can catch evidence of something knocking around here.”

  Her tone was bland enough that I knew she didn’t think a lot of the idea. I thought it was kind of ridiculous myself, but then neither of us had put any stock into the idea of ghosts at all a few days ago. We’d been proven wrong on that count, so I saw no harm in playing along with Candy’s ideas.

  “What exactly are you doing?” I watched her as she fiddled with my unit. I hoped she wasn’t doing anything that would necessitate me having to buy a new handheld. My funds were low after clothes shopping on Xniktix Station.

  Candy was bright and happy, as if attending a party instead of readying to stalk a potentially malevolent spirit. “I’m widening the frequency-capturing stream of the audio recorder that’s in here. Plus I’m installing infra-red, night-vision, heat detection, and full spectrum applications.”

  Katrina sighed. “I hope that makes sense to you, Shalia. Candy might as well have said she was flurbing a durdle on Planet Bejwa with a goojoos. That’s how much sense she was making to me.”

  I laughed at our elder friend’s confusion. Since I’d done industrial video work, I knew the terms Candy referred to. Except for filming with night-vision, I had not had the opportunity to use any of them. I was amazed at Candy’s know-how when it came to programming our devices. She comes off as ditzy so often that I am occasionally guilty of forgetting just how intelligent she is.

  “Can they really detect all that at once?”

  Candy wrinkled her nose prettily. When I make that face, I look like I’m smelling day-old roadkill that’s been rotting in the hot sun.

  She told me, “Unfortunately, no. None of us can perform more than two vid functions at a once, plus the enhanced audio. I installed all the options in case one or more of these devices shuts down, as often happens around ghosts. We’re each other’s backups.”

  “Why would they shut down near spirits?” Katrina wanted to know.

  “Because spirits suck up energy to manifest. Even though I’m making sure our handhelds are all fully powered, you can bet at least one of these will experience a massive energy drain if we encounter our haunt.” Candy handed me my device. “You’re ready.”

  I checked out my handheld, putting on the different modes of vid. Heat-sensing was particularly cool; Candy and Katrina were red- and white-hot shapes before me. Infrared gave me a headache with all those rainbow hues arching across my view screen. Full spectrum was even worse. Night-vision was of no use since the room was well lit.

  Candy shouldered a small pack. “What’s in there?” I asked.

  “Holy water, salt, and incense made from some plant called an amnetric. An Earther bible.” Candy wrinkled her nose.

  “Where did you get holy water? And incense? What are you doing with all that?”

  “I got the priest from the Temple of Life to bless some water. I had to talk him into it. He acted confused about the matter and argued that water is a source of life and therefore already blessed. The amnetric is an aromatic similar to sage. Burning sage and scattering salt supposedly clear out evil influences.”

  “Witchcraft,” Katrina muttered. “If you’d been caught doing such shenanigans on Earth, they would have burned you for it.”

  Candy waved her off. “In my spirit-hunting group on Earth, we would use these, plus certain verses of the bible to exorcise troublesome entities. If we run into our dark soul and he shows us he is evil, we can get rid of him.”

  This was getting harder for me to swallow. Yes, I had seen a ghost more than once, but now we were getting into hocus-pocus. “Candy, I thought you didn’t believe in Earth’s religion.”

  “Some of it has merit,” she insisted. She watched Katrina and me carefully, as if waiting to be laughed at. “I believe in a higher power that loves us. That can keep us safe. My faith in that will make this work.”

  Who was I to argue with her? I also held hopes for a loving all-powerful being who watches us and takes care of us when this life is done. Besides, it was better to try and do something about this stalking creature rather than wait in fear of the bogeyman.

  “I’m ready when you are.”

  We started in my quarters, since most of the activity has occurred in there. Under Candy’s direction, Katrina perched on the lounger in my sitting room, and I settled myself on my bed. Candy declared that once we started our session, she would stand between the areas and keep an eye on us as well as our surroundings.

  Candy configured Katrina’s vid monitor to the night-vision option. I took heat-source sensitivity mode, and Candy informed us that she would record both infra-red and full spectrum readings. We all had our enhanced audio recorders working. Candy got in position. I ordered the lights off.

  “Shalia’s quarters, sitting and sleeping rooms. Candy, Katrina, and Shalia present,” Candy said in a business-like tone. “Starting EVP interview.”

  “E-V what?”

  “EVP. Electronic Voice Phenomenon. That’s what it’s called when you capture a disembodied voice on a recording device that you didn’t hear with your own ears,” Candy informed us. “First question: is there anyone here besides the three of us women?”

  “Damn it, if anyone answers you, I’ll wet my britches,” Katrina muttered just loud enough for me to hear.

  Candy had a note of impatience in her tone. “When I ask a question, try to remain silent for a minute. We have to give the spirit a chance to respond.”

  For my part, I was more interested in my heat-sensitive recording program. Though it was too dark for me to see Candy in the doorway, I saw her on my small vid readout. Even though I couldn’t make out much as far as identifiable features, I still would have known it was her. The outline was perfect around the white-red-orange shape of her, making it impossible to mistake her for anyone else. I thought about the shadow figure, half melted into the darker shadowed corner. If I’d been able to point it at my unwelcome visitor, would I have recognized him? Would I have known the unnamed Earther Oses tortured on Finiuld’s ship? I would definitely have identified the short shape of an Ofetuchan, be it Finiuld or Glidas haunting me. The shadow had been big, Kalquorian big. It had moved like a Kalquorian in our would-be club. If it was the wrongly murdered man who had died before we’d ever set foot on board the Pussy ‘Porter, I wouldn’t have known him. But I knew a Kalquorian when I saw one.

  That led me to contemplate another angle...could the haunt be another entity mimicking a Kalquorian to throw us all off? Was that even conceivable? I’d have to check with Candy.

  She was busy interviewing our potentially invisible visitor, throwing out questions every minute. “Are you an angry spirit? Why are you here? Are you male or female? Do you hate Earthers? Were you murdered? Are you Nobek Frin?”

  Katrina sounded bored when she dared to speak. “I’m not getting anything. How are we supposed to know if we’re getting answers if you don’t stop and check before asking the next one?”

  Candy didn’t sound impatient this time. I think she enjoyed sharing her expertise on the matter. “We could stop and check, but if the spirit is here and talking, doing so could interrupt his flow. I know it doesn’t seem as if much is happening right now but trying to prove the paranormal takes a lot of patience.”

  “No kidding.”

  “I understand if you quit after we’re finished in Shalia’s apartments. I plan to cover the corridor, my quarters, and the club...all the pl
aces there has been activity.”

  Katrina sighed. “No, I’ll stick with it. I want my dance club, and I demand to know what’s going on. Carry on, fearless leader.”

  Candy chuckled, but it was I who threw out the next question. “To the entity that has been roaming the area – I feel you are concentrating on me. Why? Have I offended you?”

  The others were silent as we waited for an answer. Then Candy added an idea I hadn’t thought of. “Are you attracted to Shalia because she is pregnant?”

  Then me: “Are you really Kalquorian? Or are you Earther? Or Ofetuchan?”

  Candy sucked in a breath at that one, but she kept quiet.

  We went on for about an hour, and even Katrina posed a few questions.