Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  A grin took over Seot’s handsome face. “Matara Shalia, we may be on the same page. Is such a strong woman as yourself able to surrender to the power of her lovers?”

  “I prefer it,” I admitted. “When I’m not having relations, I stand on my own two feet. I forge my own path and take up for myself. But I enjoy giving away that power to the right man ... or men ... when I’m having sex. It excites me.”

  “No wonder we had such an insanely high compatibility score,” Cifa said. “We appreciate your strength and think it is important for you to pursue your dreams. There is nothing more enticing than a woman who can take care of herself.”

  “Though I do hope you’d allow me the privilege of being your protector if the situation occurs,” Larten added. “The thrill of earning the submission of a woman as strong as you cannot be overstated.”

  I started to wriggle on the lounger. I forced myself to sit still. Man, their eyes were dark. I thought I saw some rising interest at the bottom part of my vision. I managed to not check. Holding my eyes on their faces was akin to trying to hold up an elephant with one arm. I kept catching myself dropping to chest level before dragging my gaze back up.

  “I’m the type of girl who appreciates the strong, in control types.” I sounded a lot huskier than usual.

  “Excellent. And the kind of discomfort that comes from spanking? Not any more though.” Seot came across as stern. “I am not one to put marks on my lovers.”

  “No.” Cifa shook his head adamantly. “No marks. No severe pain. Control, light discipline, maybe a few games?”

  “No humiliation.” That brought thoughts about Betra, and my heart tugged. I steadfastly stayed in the moment. “I don’t mind watching someone being humiliated, but I can’t take it myself.”

  “That’s fine,” Larten said. “I could never treat you in such a matter anyway. You enjoy observing others play?”

  “Oh yes.” I crooked a naughty leer at him. “I like watching a lot.”

  That earned grins all around. “And viewing men with men?”

  “Not a problem.” A fresh surge of heat had me wriggling again. “I haven’t witnessed much of that, but it sounds pretty hot.”

  “So far, so good.” Cifa sounded mischievous. “Toys designed for pleasure? Is that okay?”

  “Very okay.”

  “By the ancestors, I can’t wait for you to get to Kalquor.”

  I was giggling like mad by then. The guys had ear-to-ear smirks. We teased each other and had fun doing it. We kept it at that level with questions and answers and gentle challenges. The flirting was outrageous, but it went no further than comparing who had fun doing what and how much of it and under what circumstances.

  A low tone went off in my room. I was shocked at the hour. “Dinner time? Already?” Not interested in signing off I whined, “I’m not hungry.”

  Seot crooked a brow at me. “You need to eat, Matara. Besides, it’s late here and we should rest.” He backed off the commanding attitude to smile at me. “I’m glad we were able to talk for so long. I’m delighted you commed again, Shalia.”

  “I’m glad you had the opportunity to talk. It was fun.” Jeez, another jabberfest. Clan Seot would think I was a regular Chatty Cathy at this rate.

  Saying goodbye took another five minutes. My small sitting room became cavernous when the images of the three disappeared. It made me feel super alone. Sigh. I hated to see those big gorgeous hunks gone. I was insanely horny after all the flirting.

  I’d been tired and ready for a nap when I’d come in. Sleeping couldn’t have been farther from my mind ... or other parts ... at that moment.

  I stood up, thinking I would find that dildo and some happiness before roaming to the dining hall. Before I took a single step toward my bedroom, my door announce went off.

  “It’s Oses,” came my favorite growl.

  My pulse, already at a nice, steady trot, decided to go faster.

  “Come on in,” I invited Oses.

  He did so, as big and bad and tongue-hanging hot as ever. My aroused state no doubt aided me in viewing him as something to climb all over, but I’m always glad to scope out this particular morsel of Nobek.

  “Have you had dinner?” he asked, unaware of my mood.

  “I was thinking more about dessert,” I sighed, doing my best to slink sexily toward him. “As long as you are on the menu.”

  I don’t know if I fit well in the femme fatale department, but Oses’s eyes lit up all the same. “Hello to you too,” he grinned. “Someone is feeling frisky this evening. What have you been watching or reading to put you in such a mood?”

  I cringed at the question. “Will it upset you if I said I’d been talking to Clan Seot? And that it got my motor running?”

  “Oh, so it’s not me after all.” Oses tried to pout. Nobeks do not pout, and he appeared ridiculous attempting it. At least he didn’t come across as angry or hurt.

  “I’m always attracted to you, and you know it.” I went to him and rested my cheek against his chest. His arms went around me at the same instant that mine circled his waist.

  He chuckled into my hair. “They excite you, do they? They are a handsome bunch. The Nobek comes across as a little weak, though.”

  I snickered at his teasing, knowing he’d checked the clan out thoroughly at my request weeks ago. “There is only one Nobek Oses. You break the mold for Kalquorians and Nobeks.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face to study it. “You’re so bright and happy. That doesn’t happen nearly enough anymore. Clan Seot seems to be wonderful for you.”

  “I spoke to Clan Aslada today too. Double the delights. My cup runneth over when it comes to future fun.”

  “I’m sure the auditions will be astonishing. You should line up competitive events.”

  I laughed at that. “With me as the trophy, I suppose. I appreciate what I have right now, though.”

  Oses’s grin turned evil. “I am fortunate to reap the rewards of your delayed intimate examination of potential clans. Once Tep gives you the go ahead for sex, I plan to take advantage of that.”

  “Ugh, Tep.” I rolled my eyes. “He’d better clear me soon. Can a woman go insane from not having intercourse?”

  “I hope not. In the meantime, I can figure something out to tide you over.”

  “Please do,” I said, rubbing against him. “I’m miserable from being teased most of the day.”

  Oses snickered. “Should I send your beaus a thank-you message for that?”

  I laughed at his outrageous turn of humor. I tried to imagine Clan Seot and Aslada’s reaction to such a message. Oh dear heavens. “How about a vid? Clan Seot gave me a really nice vid recorder.”

  “Really?” Oses’s stare went dark, and the gears in his head started to turn.

  My jaw dropped. “No you wouldn’t.”

  He snorted. “Not to share with anyone, except maybe a certain jealous Imdiko we both know. Otherwise, something just for me to enjoy.”

  Vid me being sexed up by Oses? I couldn’t possibly do that. Yet the wheels started turning in my head too. All at once, it sounded pretty hot. Well, it would have except...

  “Oses, I look like hell. I’m not certain I want a vid recording of myself lurking around when I’m still beat up.” I hunched at the idea.

  The Nobek’s face filled my vision. His gaze was full of heat, leaving me no doubt that he somehow found me enticing.

  “Shalia, you do not come across half as bad as you think. Underweight, yes. Tired, yes. But to me, you have the appearance of the proud warrior coming off the field of battle, having destroyed your opponents. Close your mouth because I won’t hear otherwise. You fought well and bravely these last few weeks, against both Finiuld and the It. You fought for me, for your child, for each person aboard this ship, knowing it could cost you your life. So don’t insult yourself. You are beautiful. You cannot be otherwise.”

  I stared up at him. Oses’s expression was
intense with resolve. He believed all he said. He saw me as beautiful. Despite everything, he thinks I am beautiful and brave. If I could view myself through his perspective for only a second, I might never doubt myself again.

  My smile was beyond sappy as I gazed into those rough, fierce features. “Okay. If you say so, I’ll agree with you.”

  He relaxed. Then a lascivious expression came over him. “So, do we try out that vid recorder?”

  I laughed, self-conscious again. “Okay, okay. If I hate it, we erase the damned thing.”

  “Maybe. Where is it?”

  I went to the vid recorder and showed it to him. “What shall we do for our cinematic debut?”

  Oses considered. “Let’s go to your sleeping room. Set it up so neither of us has to run the thing. Put the feed on a monitor.”

  I set the recorder on the bedside table and aimed it at my sleeping mat. “It has voice command controls. We can tell it to zoom in or out. Watch. Holo vid monitor on.”

  A second sleeping mat suddenly appeared, hovering to one side of the real sleep surface and several feet in the air. I got on the bed and made myself comfortable. “Identify this voice print as Subject One.”

  The recorder beeped, telling me it had accepted the command. “Your turn,” I told Oses.

  He slid onto the bed next to me. “Identify this voice print as Subject Two.”

  Another beep. So far, so good. “Now if you prefer a certain shot, you tell the recorder,” I explained to the Nobek. “Close up of Subject Two’s face.”

  The monitor moved in, making Oses larger than life. I grinned my delight. “See? So easy. Middle shot, Subject Two’s torso.” I was rewarded by the swells of Oses’s armored formsuit top. Nice. “Hey, I’m starting to like this idea. It would be even better if there were no uniform in that shot.”

  He snorted. “Full shot of Subject One. That’s what I wish to view.”

  The picture zoomed out to show me lying there. I grimaced and turned away. “That’s not what I want.”

  “This was for me, remember? All right, let’s get you camera-ready.”

  He kissed me while tugging at my blouse. I forgot about the recorder in an instant. With those lips on mine, Oses’s tongue invading to taste me thoroughly ... I was no longer camera-shy. I concentrated on the body against mine, on pulling the formsuit from it, on the hands making me naked.

  Oses was careful and yet passionate as he kissed and undressed me. I was a lot less tender as I fought to pull that uniform off his amazing physique. While it took only seconds for our tops to disappear and hot skin to press against hot skin, it felt it took an eternity. I was wound up after staring at the fabulous eye candy, aka Clans Aslada and Seot and then the flirtatious conversation with Clan Seot. Plus Oses in the flesh? That was a mountain of icing on the cake. My hands wandered all over him, taking in hard muscle.

  He kissed down to my breasts, wasting no time in tearing my bra off. Yep, he literally ripped it from me, freeing my tits so that they jiggled an invitation. Oses accepted that invite, homing in to suck in deep first one and then the other. I groaned and thrust my chest up, delighting in his teeth scraping over the skin.

  Meanwhile, he yanked my skirt down. I kicked it off, freeing my legs so that I could wrap them around his hips. He moved up again to press his eager crotch to mine. His mouth crushed mine in another desperate kiss as he slid his groin back and forth over my mound. I tilted my hips up to allow my clit to ride the hard ridges of his erections straining against his uniform’s bottoms.

  We shoved and ground against each other, finesse neither required nor even thought of. Within seconds, the first sweet jolt filled me.

  “Yes!” I yelled against his lips. My legs tightened their grip, and I mashed myself harder against him.

  He let go of the kiss to stare into my face. “That’s it. Come for me.” He rubbed fast, sending more of those delicious stabs into my pussy.

  “Harder. Harder!” The friction was close to pain, but I desired it to be brutal. I wanted it fast. I was crazy to come. “Almost. More. Oh, a little more. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh. Oh!”

  Gut-clenching pleasure rolled through my abdomen, clenching things tight. Then pulse after pulse came in and receded like waves on a beach. I clung to Oses, gasping with every wondrous throb, feeling it with all my being. Finally, release.

  And relief. I’d been so damned wound up. I could think straight again. I looked forward to enjoying Oses properly, rather than just needing a decent orgasm.

  “I’m so much better,” I exulted, smiling at the Nobek. “Thank you. Now what can this grateful pet do for her master?”

  “Stay there and let me make my movie memory,” he grinned.

  Oh yeah, the vid. I glanced at it. My sated body sprawled beneath Oses, and I wore a contented cat-with-cream expression. Hey, post-climax I’m not half horrific, not with that glow and pleased smile. I’m no masterpiece, but I’m a fan of the overall effect.

  Oses rose up, leaving the picture. “Wide shot,” I said in a lazy voice.

  It was fun having two views of the weapons commander undressing. His boots thudded to the floor and then the rest of his uniform slid down his legs. All that muscle ... wowzers.

  “You should have been twins,” I told Oses. “I love seeing two of you. Damn, big man, you are amazing.”

  “As good as those younger ones you’ve been courting?” he teased. He seemed pleased with my ogling.

  “Experience trumps youth,” I insisted. “You put men a quarter of your age to shame.”

  I was delighted when Oses traced over his own body with his hands, drawing my attention to all the fascinating hills and valleys of his physique. The scars he proudly wore from countless wars, battles, and fights only made him that much more exciting to behold. I said as much.

  “You are an amazing beast,” I sighed, my gaze full of masculinity. “I can’t believe I’m so lucky to be with you.”

  “I am fortunate as well, my lovely Shalia.” Oses’s devilish grin told me he wasn’t much for sentimentality at the moment. “And now I’m going to enjoy that wonderful fortune until you come for me again.”

  I giggled as he moved me, arranging me so that the recorder had a blatant view. I gazed at the monitor with almost clinical interest. Viewing my own sex in such a way was a rare thing. I admit to being fascinated with the soft glistening folds of my womanhood, with the swollen, eager nub that topped it.

  Oses knelt between my legs, propping the knee closest to the recorder on his shoulder so that I was open and visible. He glanced from my pussy to the monitor, trying to decide if he had the best angle.

  “Move me more to the right,” I coached. “Now if you tilt me – yes, exactly. Right there.”

  “And from here?” Oses dipped his head down and gave my slit a long, slow lick.

  I melted. “Yeah. That’s amazing.”

  “For the shot or for the feeling?”

  My eyes were glued to the monitor. “Both. Definitely both.”

  I wasn’t kidding. Watching the Nobek lick me ... whoa. It heightened the sensation of that roughness slipping over my folds. I don’t think I’d ever watched anything so sensual.

  With my rapt gaze watching the show, Oses got down to business. I watched him lap me, the tip of his tongue teasing my labia open. He collected and swallowed the wetness trickling from me. I shuddered as he flicked in and out, up and down. I groaned as his lips closed on my nether lips, an intimate kiss that sent a beam of heat from my core up to my scalp. I trembled as he slowly licked and kissed a path to my clit, zeroing in on that distended bud. I white-knuckle gripped my pillow as he drew closer and closer.

  He was a bare millimeter from it. He paused, licking his lips. His tongue peeked out, extended toward my clit. Then – contact. Shivers of pleasure ran up and down my spine and I expected sparks to fly.

  Oses’s tongue curled around engorged flesh, twining all about the most sensitive bit of me. I marveled at his dexterity even as I arched from the galva
nizing sensation.

  Witnessing myself exposed to my lover, my vulnerable womanhood under his command, him playing with me as he wished ... I can’t begin to describe how it heightened every touch. Seeing Oses’s mouth trap my clit and watching his fingers sink into me was as entrancing as his tongue rubbing against me and his fingers hooking, so that the tips dragged against my interior hotspot.

  I lay there, entranced with the view of that demanding maw feeding on my soft, trembling sex. I panted as I viewed thick, long fingers move in and out of the accepting sheath. Passion rose to a crescendo, accompanied by my breathless cries. The pussy on the monitor flexed around the driving fingers and kept convulsing for a long while, fed by sight and feeling.