“If you insist,” I sighed, pretending it was a burden to selfishly enjoy them doing all the work.
“Let’s find out how limber you are, old man.” Betra smirked at Oses. “Or you could wait your turn after I’m done from the more easily accessible front.”
“Someone else is asking for a beating,” Oses observed in a dry tone. “Or another round in the humiliation room at the pleasure club.”
Holy Hell, they’d gone and played together in front of everyone? My jaw damned near fell into my lap in surprise.
Betra hunched and dropped his eyes as his face flushed. His smile didn’t diminish the slightest bit. “Maybe I would like that.”
Oses voice rumbled dangerously. “No maybe about it, Imdiko. Don’t worry. Once things settle down around here, everyone will learn how my boy deserves to be punished.”
Whew. I wasn’t certain what to think about this new revelation. They really were finding a way around the ‘no touchy, no fucky’ policy. I hoped they wouldn’t start spilling the details. Humiliation was not my thing, to the point where I wasn’t sure I even wanted to hear about it.
Fortunately, their attention returned to me. “I can handle her from here when the time comes,” Oses said confidently.
“Too bad the view is so darned bad from there.” I thought of my bruised back.
The Nobek’s calloused touch carefully rasped over the exposed parts of my spine. “The marks of a warrior. It is an honor for me to be allowed to enjoy you while you carry the evidence of your admirable battle.”
I looked over my shoulder to smile at him. “It is an honor to be praised by the greatest warrior I know.”
His kiss on my cheek was tender, warming my heart. Then his lips moved elsewhere to warm the rest of me.
As I had tasted and touched them so thoroughly, Betra and Oses did the same to me. They explored me with minute detail as I swayed in my seat in the air. Oses’s mouth wandered down my spine and up again, sending champagne fizz thrills all along its length. His hands rubbed over my ass, fingertips teasing my pussy and anus with fleeting brushes and smearing the wet all over my slit.
Betra’s eyes closed as he licked and sucked my nipples. His broad, scratchy tongue abraded the pebbled tips. I moaned as my head lolled against my raised arms. Even sweeter was the thumb that drew slow circles around my clit, entreating it to emerge from its hood. A fine trembling overtook me at the gentle but poignant teasing.
Oses continued to spread the juices pumping from my center, coating my anus to make it slippery. I couldn’t help but jerk when a slick finger pressed into me.
“Easy pet,” he murmured. “I’d hate to stop because you might make those bruises worse.”
Stop? Oh hell no. I concentrated on keeping still as he fingerfucked my tight hole.
Meanwhile, Betra kissed down the light indentation dividing my abdomen. I noted how my three days depending on nutrient rations had erased any hint of bulge. I hadn’t noticed until my usual self-consciousness had kicked in. I no longer had any tummy to be self-conscious about.
Thoughts of physical changes ebbed as the Imdiko kept going down, passing over my belly button. I gasped as the first wafts of his warm breath fell on my spread womanhood.
“You smell delicious,” Betra sighed before taking his first lick.
His tongue sliding through my folds brought a moan from my very core. I was open to him, his shoulders pressing my thighs apart, making my vulnerable sex his for the tasting.
He hummed a happy sound as he slowly lapped, his pink flesh working over my trembling folds. I struggled not to squirm, Oses’s warning firmly on my mind.
As Betra laved my sex with that talented appendage, Oses teased my rear entrance open to accept a second finger. His other hand circled around to rub my breasts. He squeezed them, discerning exactly how much pressure it took to deliver pain and how intense to make that pain before he needed to ease off. He breathed into my ear.
“Is Betra eating that sweet pussy? Is he shoving in deep? Tickling that hungry clit? Mmm, it’s fun watching him eat you, pet. I like how he holds you open so he can taste all that good pussy.”
My tethered fists clenched. Oses’s fingers plunged within me with growing energy, and my insides tightened. He shoved a third in and kept going. His other hand pinched a nipple and twisted it to deliver a heady sting. I cried out. He rewarded me by doing the same thing to the other nipple.
Betra leaned back, separating his mouth from my trembling nether lips. His eyelids opened heavily and his lips curved in a pleased smile as he looked at my cunt. He lifted a finger to trace the opening. He pushed into me slowly, so that I experienced every nuance of the invasion.
His finger disappeared into my clutching flesh. He gave me a quick lick, ending with a moment of tender sucking on my clit. Bliss rolled through the swollen bit of me, feeling bigger than the organ it inhabited. I cried out.
Betra leaned away again, his finger moving in and out. He watched himself fuck me, and he watched Oses fingerfuck my ass too. As the Nobek tormented my breasts with pinches, squeezes, twists, and meaty slaps, Betra granted the occasional kiss or lick to my straining clit. Meanwhile they worked my entrances, Betra adding more fingers to fill me full.
“That’s it,” Betra whispered to my spasming flesh. “Get ready to come for me, pretty pussy.”
He leaned forward again, seizing my clit with his lips. As he pounded harder and harder into me, as Oses did the same with my back hole, Betra licked while he sucked on my clit.
My head shook from side to side as passion filled the pit of my stomach. The pain Oses delivered to my defenseless breasts, the hard thrusting into my sleeves, the relentless movement of Betra’s tongue on my nubbin – I couldn’t deny their demands on me. I plunged into a sweeping current of ecstasy, carried along on its power. It swept through me, taking me higher and higher, filling me to the brim.
“Does it feel good, pet?” Oses whisper-growled in my ear. “Do you enjoy how we do as we please with your body? Show us. Give us your climax. Surrender it to us.”
“Yes,” I moaned as pressure built. The need to orgasm was there, moving in fast to claim me. They pushed me toward it, offering me as a sacrifice to its devouring pleasure. Betra’s tongue whipped over my clit, shattering me against climax’s force. Bright rapture heaved through me. I soared, a bolt of dazzling brightness, the tip of the exploding star.
Raw pulses of jagged elation gradually gentled in the warm embrace of the men who crowded close to hold me. I sighed to find myself safe between them.
“Do you need a hit of pain inhibitor?” Betra asked as he tipped a water bottle against my lips.
“Not yet,” I said after taking a swallow. “I’m still good.”
I had about half the bottle before I signaled I was ready for more fun. I wanted to return the lovely favor they’d done me.
“Let me touch?” I wheedled, wiggling my fingers.
“After,” Oses said, playing over my ribs to make me giggle. He knows I’m ticklish, the wretch.
“Oses!” I protested.
“I need to show that insolent Imdiko of ours that this old man has plenty of bend left in him.”
Betra laughed. “Don’t worry, Oses. I’m fully aware. I was trying to get into trouble for later.”
“Kids.” Oses shook his head as he grinned at Betra over my shoulder. “When will you learn a simple ‘please’ will do?”
“’Please’ isn’t as much fun.”
It was weird to see Betra flirting with Oses. Weird but sweet. I’m so glad they found a way to be together.
“Don’t tease him until he punches you,” I warned Betra. “I thought he’d cave Ebnad’s face in the other day.”
“Enough talking,” Oses growled. “My cock wants your ass. Now.”
Familiar aching warmth filled my belly. When it comes to my lovers, it only takes a demand to flip my switch.
My pelvis tilted forward in the swing. I was positioned in a gentle curve, par
ticularly my lower back. I didn’t understand how Oses could enter me from behind, not unless he was a limbo dance champion or something. I was pretty sure Kalquorians don’t dance under poles as a party game.
Man oh man, if they ever took it up, Oses would do pretty well at it. He proved that to me. Not only did he get in position, but he sustained it the entire time we fucked.
I stared in surprise as Oses’s hips cradled mine, and his primary cock slid against the crack of my ass. He reached up to grab the strap the swing depended from, steadying himself while he positioned his prick with the other hand. He slipped into me with a pleasured sigh.
Betra nodded, his raised brows indicating how impressed he was. “Not bad, my friend. A man of many talents.”
“It’s all in the hamstrings and quads,” Oses told him, letting go of the swing to play with my tits again. “Your humiliation in the club will be doubled since you dared to doubt my strength.”
Betra stepped up between my legs, his avid cocks leading. “You are too good to me, my Nobek. As are you, beautiful Shalia.” His smile for me was a mix of tender love and smoldering desire.
He pressed into me, forging the three of us into one. I absorbed the dual thicknesses of the men, feeling the astounding fullness. With both inside me, all the sensitive parts pressed profoundly. I shuddered. I’d been with Oses and Betra plenty of times before. Yet I was positive in that instant that I would not survive the pleasure they would give me.
That was fine. I wanted the glorious devastation. I wanted them to obliterate me.
Betra gripped the straps of the swing. He pushed, easing me away, rubbing me with the astounding girths in a hair-raising fashion as they withdrew. Oh dear prophets. My groan was echoed by the men’s.
Betra drew me forward again, forcing me to take them again. Electric bolts flashed through me and I kicked, but weakly since the strength had drained from my legs. My head lolled as swirling heat overwhelmed me.
Betra rocked me back and forth. Passion built higher with each sway of the swing. Every breath I exhaled ended in a tiny high-pitched cry. My channels flexed rhythmically, making them gasp. Betra swung me faster.
I had a small blast of brilliance, a kind of mini-climax, an opening jolt of what waited in the wings. I yipped. Oh glory, I could feel the rest of it gathering in a tight knot. The intensity grew, hard as a piece of coal being compressed into a sharp-edged diamond. It dazzled the senses, the coalescing that came before the shattering.
Betra grabbed my hips. He shoved me onto his and Oses’s cocks. I could feel the Nobek beneath me moving slightly. A fine tremor had seized him. I wasn’t sure if it was from the strain of his arched position or the increasing passion. His breath came in deep grunts, punctuating every thrust.
As for me, I closed in on that wondrous end. Another stab of delight. A second stronger one.
It triggered the final avalanche. Ecstasy tumbled through me, burying me in elation. I was blinded, deafened, lost. Oh, sweet obliteration.
It was hard to return to the everyday world from such beautiful rapture. Yet the everyday was certainly worth coming home to. This was the place where I had Oses and Betra. Anrel. My friends. And the promise of a new life to come.
I had survived the worst our enemies could throw at us. I had made it to the Kalquorian Empire, where my little girl could grow up free and unafraid.
I had made it.
SHALIA’S DIARY
BOOK 8
A Clans of Kalquor Story
By
Tracy St. John
© copyright March 2016, Tracy St. John
Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill, © copyright March 2016
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events is merely coincidence.
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September 4
Whew. I went on my first run since the Tragoom attack. I pushed myself to do a mile, and I feel like shit right now. But I didn’t have to listen to Resan while I exercised, and I needed a workout after this morning. At least now I’m not feeling all angsty.
The Pussy ‘Porter is such a mess. Due to initial cleanup efforts, I had a few clear corridors to run around in today. Wow, this place is trashed. So much for poor Katrina’s plans to hold her clanning ceremony on board.
After breakfast, Candy and I went with her to our dance club to see if it could be put together in time for the nuptials. The promenade area took a pounding from the fight. It wasn’t nearly as destroyed as the training and rehab section, but it wasn’t pretty. Because of safety concerns, it was only yesterday that anyone besides the clean-up crew was allowed in the area.
The gorgeous hologram in the middle of the promenade that depicted Kalquor space was missing. A lot of the ceiling panels were gone, leaving the area with half its usual illumination. But the floors were cleared and only slightly buckled in a few places. We headed into the club with high hopes.
It was a sad sight but not as bad as it could have been. Three-quarters of the mirrors that lined the walls were shattered or cracked. All the alcohol dispensers and most the bottles of booze had crashed and broken. However, only a couple of tables had broken. The flooring, walls, and ceiling were intact. Our sound system cranked up without a problem. Structurally, the room was sound.
Yet we had no mirrors to replace our broken ones. Candy clucked over the loss.
“We could hang up fabric to hide the bare walls where they show,” she suggested. “Cleaning up will probably take, what, a couple of days? Decorating for the ceremony, two or three days. Hmm, make it four. There’ll be no booze. The dispensary says they lost almost everything in their stock.”
Katrina said nothing, despondent. It was no surprise; the club had been her project, and she’d spearheaded it from start to finish. It was also what had brought her together with Clan Wotref. Seeing it in ruins broke her heart. I knew before she spoke that she couldn’t face having her clanning ceremony in there.
“It won’t be right,” she sighed. “No matter how we sweep and clean and decorate, it won’t be right.”
It wasn’t just that the club was damaged. Katrina is mourning the soon-to-come separation from her new clan. I know because I’m starting to mourn too.
It doesn’t help that every window-vid that works on the ship is powered up and showing Kalquor as we approach it. The distant greenish-blue marble grows bigger all the time, signaling the end of our journey. It’s a constant reminder that I’ll soon say goodbye to Betra and Oses and the other friends I’ve made on this ship. I must have passed twenty of those vids on my run this morning.
I’ve done this heartbreak before. I dread doing it again.
Fortunately, the jog helped. You gotta love that endorphin high. Feeling better, I had a shower afterward and then went to fetch Anrel from Betra.
As usual, there were a few women clustered in his office. Betra always has company when he’s keeping Anrel. Even with excitement rising over our impending arrival at Kalquor, they show up to coo over the baby and ogle the hot man playing with her.
My arrival is usually greeted by groans. I never feel more unpopular than when I show up to claim my kid. Let’s face it; I’m not as precious as my daughter or as smoking manly as Betra. Plus, I take the smaller of the two away and herald the larger one’s returning to his duties. I’m a killjoy.
I got the typical catcalls of “spoilsport” and “party pooper” as I squeezed through the throng at Betra’s office
door. I blew the whole batch a good-natured raspberry. They in turn laughed at me and dispersed to do more organizing and packing and comming their assorted beaus on Kalquor.
Betra lay on the floor next to Anrel, holding a tiny stuffed bunny in front of her avid gaze. Raising it up and down, he enticed her to push up on her arms as she followed the toy’s progress. She squealed with delight, her purple eyes riveted on the favored plushy. That bunny is permanently drenched with her drool, except when I steal it from her to wash it.
“Look at my sweet girl doing her pushups,” I cheered. “Just like Mommy does them.”
Betra grinned at me. “She’ll be crawling before you know it.”
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