Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “I have a visitor, Imdiko,” Oses said in a warning voice.

  Betra’s mouth dropped wide open to spy me. “Shalia! What are you doing here?” He rounded on the weapons commander, his expression turning angry with accusation. “Did you bring her in here?”

  “I came on my own,” I said. “I got a freaky message and acted stupid.”

  “I should say it was stupid. You shouldn’t be exerting yourself that much. Wait, what freaky message? What happened?” His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to catch up to the shock of my being there.

  “What is this ‘escapade’ you two are having?” I countered, curiosity overriding my worry.

  Betra reddened and turned to Oses for help. The Nobek appeared amused over the whole affair.

  He waved Betra to the seat next to mine. “I’ll catch you up on the latest, Imdiko. Right now, it’s nothing to be worried about.” I noticed he stressed the words “right now”.

  He showed my liaison the com message I’d received. Betra displayed confusion, as well as a touch of alarm. “Neither of you has any idea who would send this?” he asked.

  “Ideas aplenty, but to find out, I’d have to talk to people who don’t necessarily want to talk to me,” I answered.

  “We’ll discover what is going on with this Dramok Nang soon enough,” Oses said. “We’ll reach the wormholes in a couple of days. I’ll com the Atlanta site where he was last stationed and get a report. If he and his clan have been recalled to Kalquor, we’ll find out well ahead of time.”

  “I’ll com my dads,” I said. “Whoever sent me that message believed they’re aware of what’s happened or is happening.”

  “I wonder if he found out you were pregnant,” Betra mused. “If that’s the case, he may have mentioned something in your informant’s presence that worried him.”

  I shook my head, thinking of Anrel. Would Nang want to visit her? Would he try to insinuate himself in her life, believing he was her father? If so, what could I do about it?

  Oses tugged gently on a lock of my hair. “Measures will be adopted to ensure the safety of you and the baby, Shalia. Don’t doubt that for a second.”

  “I don’t,” I answered. “But nothing is guaranteed. Can I carry my blaster when I’m on Kalquor?”

  Betra muttered an oath. “Are you that afraid of this Nang?”

  “He was obsessed with me. When it comes to Anrel, I don’t want anything left to chance.”

  “Not just anyone can walk around in public with firearms. Only police, security officers, military, and people trained in weaponry with a compelling reason,” Oses told me. “You would be able to maintain your blaster in your quarters with no problem, but locked away in a safe place where Anrel cannot get to it.”

  “Well, duh.” What kind of moron wouldn’t keep a dangerous weapon out of the reach of their kid?

  I was ready for a change of subject. “You were discussing an escapade when you came in? Do I get to be a part of that? Or is it something for just the two of you?”

  “What makes you think you’re in any shape for adventure?” Betra frowned. “There is still the matter of you coming here on your own. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that.”

  I waved him off. “Okay, my legs are limp noodles, but I’m fine otherwise.”

  “You think you’re fine.”

  “Punish me for being a twit. You can schedule my spanking for when I’m better.” The thought of a spanking made me happy all over. I’ll be glad when I’m recovered.

  Oses grinned at Betra. “Add it to our plans.”

  I sat straight up. “I am a part of it. What is it? What are we going to do?”

  Betra laughed, his worried anger disappearing at my enthusiasm. “It’s a surprise. We’ll give you a proper celebration once Tep gives us the go-ahead. Which isn’t for a while yet,” he added, becoming stern again.

  I wiggled in my chair, delighted with whatever they’re plotting. Embarrassment colored my glee. “I figured once I had the baby, I’d be done with doctors hearing every instance I wanted to play hide-the-sausage. I hate Tep being a voyeur into my sex life.”

  “Hide the sausage?” Betra’s eyes went wide. Oses bellowed laughter at my turn of phrase.

  “You know it,” I grinned. “I’d give anything to do it. Thinking about what you might have in store for me has me excited.”

  They exchanged a glance. “She’s already given herself a workout by coming here,” Betra said.

  “Not being given release is stressful as well,” Oses pointed out. “Plus, a good climax gives her no choice but to rest afterwards. She’ll want a nice long nap, which means she won’t be traipsing all over the ship for a while.”

  “There is that. The trick is holding her still so she doesn’t overdo it.”

  “I can arrange that.”

  “All right then.”

  I listened to their back-and-forth with growing anticipation. It sounded as if I was in for some fun. I was correct.

  Oses slipped off his desk. He went to the back of it and opened a drawer. He took out four shiny metal rings. My heart leapt. Hovercuffs. Oh boy, oh boy, ohboyohboyohboy.

  I attract a lot of trouble. Most of the time I’m very happy to be me, because I also attract men with restraints.

  Oses came around, chuckling at the sight of my beaming face. “Our lovely is looking forward to this,” he told Betra.

  The Imdiko laughed with him. “So I see. It’s nice that we haven’t gotten boring for her yet.”

  “You two? Never,” I assured them. I held out my wrists to Oses. “I’m all yours.”

  Still grinning, the Nobek fastened on the cuffs. “I accept this wonderful gift. No, don’t raise your legs. You’re to stay relaxed until our playing keeps you from being able to do so.”

  He knelt down and cuffed my ankles. Meanwhile, Betra peered at the small office. “She should lie down. Floor or desk?”

  “If you’ll help me clear it, the desk.” Oses gave me a stern glare. “Stay put. Never mind; cuffs, freeze subject in place.”

  Because I am me, I had to test if I could pull free. I couldn’t. I sat in my chair while Oses and Betra moved quickly to take the computer, office com, and other items off the smooth molded plastic-y surface of the weapons commander’s desk. They had the altar for my ravishment ready within seconds.

  “Cuffs, respond to my physical prompts,” Oses ordered. He picked me up off the chair and deposited me onto the desk. The top was long enough to hold my entire body. A big Nobek gets a big desk, I guess.

  “I think her arms should be out to the side and bent, with her hands on either side of her head,” Betra suggested.

  “Yes.” Oses moved me into position. “And her legs spread apart.”

  “Naturally.”

  After I was adjusted to their satisfaction, Betra gave me a careful perusal. “Any strain? Any discomfort anywhere?”

  “No, I’m fine.” I was better than fine, in fact. My pussy seeped warm excitement to be splayed for their amusement. I’d shown up here in a panic, but the universe was pretty A-OK now.

  Oses placed his big paw on my stomach. The heat of his touch warred with a flash of self-consciousness. “Ugh, don’t touch that too much,” I said. “My gut resembles a half-deflated balloon with the baby out and me not able to exercise outside of physical therapy.”

  The Nobek’s eyes narrowed at me as he stroked lazy circles in the fabric of my blouse. “Your body doesn’t possess an offensive inch, pet,” he chastised. “It brought forth Anrel. Against all odds, it survived an invasive organism and poisoning. You are, and always will be, supremely beautiful.”

  Betra laid his hand on top of Oses’s. “You see flaws where there are none, Shalia. Your marks of honor only enhance your perfection.”

  My eyes filled with tears. How could they find anything pretty in a flabby belly and stretch marks? In arms and legs gone matchstick thin from the strain I’d gone through? In my too-prominent cheekbones and hollowed eyes? Yet their ex
pressions left no doubt that they found nothing lacking in my appearance. They saw beyond the superficial wreckage. Somehow, they saw the Shalia I’d been.

  Betra bent down to kiss my tears away while Oses continued to stroke my stomach. They comforted and soothed, making me believe that I wasn’t as awful as I thought. When Betra’s soft lips found mine, I sank into bliss, the most cared for woman in creation.

  I even forgot my insecurities when Oses tugged my blouse up to reveal my naked stomach to his caresses. The rasp of calloused fingertips was pure delight as he traced over my flesh, making me tremble. Intuiting that my emotional state turned to a more amorous outlook, Betra’s kiss deepened. His talented mouth moved over mine, and his tongue stole out to trace the contours of my lips. I opened to him, inviting him in to taste. He did so, flicking delicately within to experience the smoothness of my teeth, the softness of my inner cheeks, the velvet of my shyly questing tongue. We tasted each other with a slow exploration, as if kissing for the first time.

  Oses framed my belly, cupping it in his palms. Then the warmth of his mouth was on me, kissing the place that had recently housed the most precious person any of us knew. His embrace was passionate, but with a hint of reverence. He kissed my abdomen as one might have once kissed the Holy Leader’s ring or the feet of the prophets. I felt exalted in his embrace, though I didn’t deserve that kind of worship.

  Betra pulled away and gazed down at me with tender devotion. He didn’t speak as he stroked my forehead and cheeks. He simply looked and wordlessly loved little old unworthy me. Sometimes speaking of what is in a person’s heart takes away from that sentiment. I began to understand the Nobek code of not telling other men when they loved them. Words at that moment would have made the emotion trivial.

  Oses’s touch creeping up my ribcage began to change the mood. They inched up, trailing heat in their wake. My nipples drew tight, becoming more sensitive. I swore I could detect each individual fiber in my bra cups as they awaited the sweeter sensation of the Nobek’s touch.

  Betra’s tender smile shifted into something more knowing, catching onto my surge of lust as if it were contagious. His hand curled around my throat, a gentle but controlling pressure. His face lowered to mine once more.

  There was no comfort in his kiss on this occasion. It held fire, sparking hunger that surged from the Imdiko’s kiss and the swirling tease of his tongue straight down to my clit. He kissed me as if to devour. Consuming. Claiming.

  Moisture flowed from between my thighs. My fresh salty scent joined with the spicier aroma of the men. Tiny whimpers escaped my throat, which were promptly swallowed by Betra.

  Oses cupped my breasts. His palms and fingers closed on the mounds, cradling them in his assured grip. I forgot to breathe as his rough fingertips pushed against the elastic edge of my bra, pushing it up as his questing touch inched further up. The fabric scraped over my sensitized nipples, abrading them until they jutted into points. Oh merciful heavens.

  My arms strained against the cuffs as the Nobek bared my breasts to his gaze. I’m not certain why I fought being pinned, except for the need to grab and hold onto something. Then Oses’s thumbs swept over the turgid tips of my breasts, sending electric nirvana zapping to my wet pussy. I felt galvanized and melting all at once. I groaned, my lips vibrating against Betra’s. I thrust upward, filling Oses’s grasp with my needy flesh.

  “Sweet pet,” Oses murmured. His stubbled chin grazed the outer curve of one mound. He rubbed gently, like an affectionate cat. My entire being fired to lascivious life.

  Honey pumped from me, my body begging to be taken. It didn’t matter that I was all too aware that intercourse wasn’t going to happen. My sex wanted what it wanted and begged to be satisfied.

  Betra’s teeth grabbed hold of my lower lip and tugged. He kissed his way across my jawline to my ear. He teased the whorls there, sending chills snaking down my spine. He breathed warmly into my ear, realizing how sensitive I am about that. My toes curled.

  Oses seized my pebbled nipples. A bolt of purest pleasure shot from his touch to the eager stew in my gut, making it roil. He rubbed the excited buds within his grip, setting off more surges. My ass thumped against his desk.

  “Easy, little girl,” he rumbled. His hand drifted with the light pressure of a feather down the center of my stomach. It headed down, down, until it reached the waistband of my panties. The crotch of that lacy fabric was glued to my sex, soaked by my juices.

  I thought perhaps he would slide his questing fingers beneath the band to find naked flesh. Instead, Oses kept heading down until his fingertips brushed my swollen clit. I cried out.

  “Poor baby,” the Nobek growled. “She’s very needy, Betra.”

  “Then give her what she needs.” Betra’s mouth nibbled down from my ear, tracing the curve of my neck to the collarbone. His hot breath continued to make my skin draw into goosebumps.

  “Gladly.”

  Oses’s questing touch moved from my aching bud to the leg opening of my panties. His fingers slid inside the lace to circle my clit. I jerked violently, making him slip through the wetness of my wide-open pussy. His roughened touch rasped oh so wonderfully against the petals of my desperate flesh.

  “Hush,” he murmured, moving from my breast to my lower abdomen. He pressed and held me down to the desk. His fingers circled my clit again.

  Betra’s tongue ran from the hollow of my throat down to the valley between my boobs. His feverishly hot hands took over where Oses had left off. He kissed his way up one mound. He got to the areola and licked around its edge, teasing the nipple much as Oses teased my clit. I sobbed with need as excitement arced higher. I swear the folds of my sex trembled with desire. My whole body begged for release.

  “Now, Imdiko,” Oses said.

  He pinched my clit between those calloused fingers and rubbed. At the same time, Betra latched onto my breast, sucking it deep into his maw, his rasping tongue laving my erect nipple.

  Exaltation crashed against me. The light of a million suns coalesced within my sex and exploded outward in a tremendous upheaval of primordial power. The entirety of me clenched around that breathtaking outpouring, as if to bottled it up somehow. Then I let go, blossoming open again, releasing divine rapture.

  When I re-discovered my sanity, Oses was removing the cuffs and Betra was fixing my clothes. I watched the two of them, my vision hazy. Their formsuits betrayed their arousal, arousal I couldn’t relieve for them. Nevertheless, they looked damned pleased with themselves.

  Betra went to my room and grabbed my hoverchair. Oses prodded me to drink some water as I nodded in and out of a doze until the Imdiko returned to take me to my room. I barely remember Betra tucking me into bed. I slept the beautiful reviving sleep that comes when I’ve been well-loved.

  Kalquorian men are the best.

  July 12, early

  The trouble with anticipating an exciting event is when the event arrives, and no excitement ensues. I am pouting.

  We are in range of the miniature wormholes. The ship slowed to take advantage of being able to communicate in real time with Kalquor and in almost-real time with Earth. No sooner had the announcement come than I was on my com, calling my dads.

  I received no answer other than the invitation to leave a message. The same with Clan Seot. The exact same thing with Clan Aslada. I dressed up for this? Thank goodness I hadn’t fussed over Anrel and disturbed her over all this nothing. I had a suspicion I might not reach anyone instantly. For it to actually happen ... that was a bigger blow to the gut than I anticipated. I’m disappointed to the extreme here.

  I was stuck with telling the dads, “Hi, it’s your daughter and we can speak back and forth for the next three days because I’m near a wormhole that allows instant communication. I have big news, so com me ASAP. I love you. Com me!” End transmission. I didn’t mention Nang. If I know my dads, they might try to shield me from bad news. It’s admittedly an underhanded and shitty stunt for me to pull, but I’d rather surprise
them with my request for information. Plus meeting Anrel might soften the big lugs up.

  I am so manipulative. I am probably going to Hell for that.

  Similar messages were left with my two prospective clans, except without all the lovey-dovey stuff. “Hi, it’s Shalia. I’m near a wormhole that allows us to com instantly for a couple of days. Please tell me when we might connect for a conversation. Thanks. I hope to talk to you soon.”

  Twice I had to say that. Twice! Now I’m stuck waiting and wondering when I’ll reach them. I’ll have to do my hair and makeup again if I don’t hear from them soon. Damn it.

  Oh well. I’ll sync up my portable com with my room’s and visit Anrel. She can see Mommy be almost presentable. I opted not to leave vid messages; just voice. Even with all the bells and whistles, I resemble walking death. Nayun will have a heart attack if he’d sees me before we had a chance to talk and I can assure him I’ll be okay. Clans Seot and Aslada would probably delete me from their prospects list. I am twenty types of ‘ugh’, no matter what Betra and Oses say.