Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  He brushed it. It was the lightest of barely-there caresses and gone in an instant, but with me so eager for it, the sensation was profound. I cried out into, galvanized by the contact. My legs kicked against the restraints, but were kept in place.

  Wet, coarse warmth moved delicately along the side of my clit: the tip of Meyso’s tongue. I shivered with delight. He licked the other side too. Then over the top to make me fight my bonds again and yell as heat billowed through me.

  As Aslada pressed a second finger into my rear entrance, Meyso slipped one into my pussy. He continued to lick me as he slid it through my engorged sleeve. I was so swept up in the maelstrom of excitement that I hardly noticed Jaon releasing me and standing up before me.

  Meyso’s tongue stroked my clit with the perfect amount of pressure to make my hair stand up. His and Aslada’s fingers pumped in and out, driving me wild with need. My sheaths contracted, pulling on them with demand.

  Fingers curled into my hair, pulling my head back. Two glistening shafts, rigid and ready for pleasure, stood before my face. The cinnamon-spice scent of Kalquorian male filled my nostrils. I could even taste it in the air before Jaon’s primary slipped into my open, waiting mouth.

  His secondary slid beneath my chin, leaving a wet trail. I concentrated on what he gave me, swallowing to take him deep. He was firm and hot against my tongue, his pulse throbbing fast and hard. His hips swung slow and careful as he fed me his hunger.

  Aslada and Meyso stopped finger-fucking me at the same instant, as if they’d choreographed it. There was a lot of shifting behind me. The table creaked, and the slight pressure of someone not quite putting their entire weight on me settled over my butt. A pair of arms braced themselves on either side of my peripheral vision, grabbing hold of the edge of the table. I recognized it was Aslada crouched over me. More shifting, the weight lifting, and the fevered tip of a cock probed my ass. With a drawn-out groan, the Dramok slid his secondary in me, seating himself in a single thrust. His larger slid along the crevice, snuggling into the cleft of my buttocks. He twisted, moving so he was more beside me than on top.

  Another questing touch, against my pussy. Then Meyso speared me from the opposite side, thrusting in not as deep as he usually did. I think Aslada’s position restricted him somewhat, but from my position, I couldn’t be sure. It didn’t matter. The Imdiko moved against all the right places, particularly his fingers on my clit, taking over for his tongue. His secondary rubbed against me there as well, making my eyes roll as a stab of ecstasy shot through me.

  I wish I could have seen how we looked at that moment, the three men possessing my helpless body all at once. I would have asked for a still, or better yet, a vid. However, my mouth was full of Jaon. Not that I’m complaining. No sir.

  They fucked me, each man enjoying his portion with grunts, groans, and growls. They took me gently at first, moving like silk through water. Little by little, their thrusts grew more powerful. Aslada somehow balanced himself without using his hands as supports. He pushed my ass cheeks together, creating a snug channel for his primary to move within.

  Jaon offered small spurts of a saltier flavor as he rocked between my lips. I rubbed my tongue along the throbbing underside of his length to hear him moan and tighten his grip.

  Meyso’s thickness channeled into me, his and Aslada’s sexes creating pressure within. The Imdiko toyed relentlessly with my clit until I was possessed by frantic need. Each stroke stoked the flames higher, driving me into a frenzy. I was a knot of sheer craving, my every cell screaming for release. I fought my tethers, trying to find some avenue that would allow me to find the end. I couldn’t move. I was suspended there, on the knife tip of desire, unable to claim what hovered mockingly close.

  Then Meyso’s teasing flickers against my clit stopped. He grasped it and rubbed, then pinched.

  The demanding desire erupted, ripping through me in violent blasts. I went stiff all over, my mouth opening wide around Jaon’s erection to scream as streamers of brutal rapture exploded. Again and again I convulsed as they pounded against me and Meyso stroked spasm after spasm from me.

  The waves were at last receding when Jaon poured his climax with a strained bellow. Another thunderclap of pleasure resounded as I accepted his bliss. Aslada and Meyso added their cries of completion to the din. Warmth jetted over my ass and back as Aslada came, and Meyso throbbed hugely within me.

  When we stopped quaking, the men unstrapped me. They cleaned me up and rubbed me all over, easing twinging muscles before taking me to the bathing facility connected to the playroom.

  Why we bothered with showering, I’ll never know. We ended up aroused all over again. More of the playroom was explored. We lingered there until Aslada’s manservant discreetly commed him to tell him dinner was ready. So much for going out to eat. No one complained.

  We ate and spent time playing with Anrel. I was the most relaxed I’d been in ages. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel guilty that I didn’t hang around Mom for more of her abuse, but for now, I have to say that a fuckathon was the right prescription for all my ills. In fact, it was what the doctor ordered, pun intended.

  November 15

  I have reached my breaking point with Mom.

  The instant I walked in to her room this morning, she said, “Where were you yesterday? Slutting with your harem? How many half-breed babies are you planning on dropping, you whore?”

  I froze. I came to a complete standstill two steps from her bed. There was a buzzing in my skull, a kind of wash of static as I replayed her words.

  I knew she was coping with abrupt changes in her life. I knew she had no idea how to constructively deal with fear and frustration, that the tools stored in her behavior shed were few and broken. It wasn’t even being called a slut or whore that stopped me in my tracks or made my fists clench. No, those words were not what broke this camel’s back.

  I stared at her, with her drawn face and the frown lines etched in it from so many years of uncontrollable anger and depression. I saw the old, broken woman who gave me life and managed to raise me to a somewhat responsible adulthood despite all the challenges her mental health had thrown in her path.

  I saw her and I did not care. I couldn’t even find revulsion to expend on her. No love, no hate, no emotion. She may as well have been a stranger for all the coldness that filled my heart. She did not matter to me, but in my view, she had attacked the person who mattered most of all.

  “Are you calling my daughter a half-breed? Are you labeling Anrel with some kind of bigoted shit? Because if that’s the case, you damned sure better believe we’ll walk out of your life and not return.”

  My tone was as unemotional as the rest of me. I knew in that instant that I would do exactly as I said. I would abandon Eve Monroe and forget she had ever existed.

  Whether she failed to receive the message or didn’t care, Mom kept on the attack. “This isn’t about her. This is about you abandoning me to open your legs to your alien fuck boys. It’s nice to discover how much I mean to you that you’d run off while I’m suffering.”

  “You’re fine.” My voice remained icy. “You’re recovering. Rehab is exhausting and it’s tough, but yesterday was no worse than the day before or the day before that. The only reason you want me here is to dump on me. Why should I come around at all when you swear at me nonstop? Why should I stay with you when you refer to Anrel and my future children as half-breeds? Why should I give a fuck, Mom?”

  “Then leave,” she yelled, her face darkening with anger. “You’ve done enough damage already. Go play with your aliens. Fuck yourself stupid like the tramp you are. Get the hell away from me!”

  “Done. Have a nice existence, if that’s even possible, you miserable witch.” I turned on my heel and nearly walked into Clan Aslada. I hadn’t heard them come in.

  Meyso held Anrel in his arms. I jerked my head towards the door. “Either hand her to me or take her out. She no longer has a grandmother.”

  He stared at me with wide, sh
ocked eyes. Slowly, he retreated from the room. I followed him and the other two followed me.

  Outside Mom’s room, Meyso struggled to speak. “Shalia…you don’t mean…”

  “I do. When she speaks of Anrel as if my child is worthless because she’s not fully Earther, then she forfeits all my compassion. I’m done with her.”

  Aslada put a gentle hand on my shoulder. “We only just walked in. What did she say against Anrel?”

  “Hold on,” Meyso interrupted. “Dr. Kini should be in on this since it’s a major emotional issue for Eve and Shalia.”

  I shrugged. “Pull him in if it makes you happy, but it doesn’t change my mind. I’m done. She’s not to see Anrel again, not if she thinks of her the way she says she does.”

  My mind was made up. Mom had gone too far. I would not subject Anrel to such awful views. I couldn’t protect my child from everyone, but I could damn sure shield her from my mother.

  We went to Dr. Kini’s office. Fortunately…or unfortunately, depending on the viewpoint…he was in and free to talk.

  I caught him and Clan Aslada up on my mother’s latest round of bullshit. While Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon were careful not to voice any opinions, they looked aghast. How Kini felt about it, he gave no clue. He had his psychology hat on, and that never slips off at the clinic.

  He rubbed his chin as he considered the situation. “I understand your concerns, Shalia. You don’t want Anrel exposed to such vitriol, even though she’s too young to understand what’s being said. Naturally, you’re worried this wouldn’t be an isolated incident.”

  I finally felt an emotion: letdown. Mom had appeared to adore Anrel. Had it been an act? Did she pretend to love her grandchild because it was what was expected of her? The thought made me despondent. How could she not love Anrel?

  I voiced those questions to Kini. He nodded. “I can sympathize. What I’ve found with Matara Eve is that when she’s upset enough, everyone becomes fair game. Even so, her attack was focused on you rather than Anrel. She adores her granddaughter and would never harm her.”

  “I can’t have my child hearing that,” I insisted. “At what point is Anrel no longer safe because Mom has to lash out?”

  “A good point. I think you’ve come close to doing the right thing about it.” Kini smiled with encouragement. “You’ve drawn a line in the sand, as you Earthers say. You have told her she isn’t allowed to cross it and demonstrated there are real repercussions if she does so. Once Matara Eve is over this particular tantrum, she’ll realize she has to choose. Either she indulges in the verbal abuse she finds so easy to use, or she works on constructive communication in order to keep her family.”

  “I might not be able to allow her the option,” I said. “I’ve had enough of this. You’ll think I’m the worst daughter ever, but I can’t deal with her anymore.”

  Aslada put his arms around my shoulders. “You are not the worst. You’ve been remarkably patient with Matara Eve.”

  Kini nodded his agreement to that assessment. “Indeed, you have. This might be a turning point for Eve as well. Now that a clear boundary has been established, she might re-evaluate her behavior. Shalia, I understand you’ve been pushed to your limit. I request that when she asks for you to visit her again, you do so.”

  I looked at Anrel, at her beaming face. I imagined my mother throwing a fit in her presence, calling her a half-breed or worse. “I don’t know that I can.”

  “Give it some time. Let emotions calm. Take a break so you can both settle down. No matter what Eve says, she needs you. Better yet, she wants you. She loves you and Anrel.”

  I shrugged. “It’s going to take more than love. I’ll leave the option open and see what happens. That’s all I can promise right now.”

  It’s all I have left in me.

  November 16

  Mom insisted I visit her already. I was surprised the standoff lasted only a day. I figured she’d sulk for at least two.

  When Kini commed, I was more than ready to say no way. I remained in a place of rejection. When I looked at Anrel and thought about what Mom said, the cold in my heart returned. She had no right to be my baby’s mimi.

  I was especially reluctant to return to Mom’s bedside so soon when Kini admitted she exhibited no contrite behavior. “She’s demanding, but not hostile,” he hurried to explain. “She says she’s ready to clear the air between the two of you once and for all.”

  “I did that yesterday,” I answered. “If she’s going to call Anrel names, I’m through with her.”

  Kini reasoned. He cajoled. He pleaded. “Listen to whatever she has to say. If she starts being abusive, walk out and stay away for a week. That’ll assure her that such behavior has serious consequences.”

  I had to hand it to that man. As much shit as Mom had laid on him since she emerged from stasis, he made her recovery his priority. It was his dedication that swayed me in the end. However, I made it a point to tell him, “If she makes one ugly statement about my child or future children, I won’t stay away for a week. It will be for good. I mean that.”

  With Clan Aslada in tow and Anrel left in her manny Snoy’s care, I went to visit Mom against my better judgment.

  It did not start off well. The instant we entered her room with Kini, she shook her head, her expression set. “Not them. Not those men. Just you, Shalia. This is between us.”

  I rolled my eyes. I was pretty sure the discussion was going to go south in a hurry from there, but Clan Aslada has no real stake in my relationship with Mom. If she preferred to end our bond privately, that was fine with me.

  I turned to the guys and shrugged. “I guess you’re excused.”

  Kini touched my arm. “I’ll be outside the door if you need me.”

  The other three nodded to me with significant looks. Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon would be there as well. Not that it mattered. How much support did I need to break up with my mother?

  They left the room. I went closer to Mom’s bed, where she gave me a look that wasn’t quite a glare but didn’t say ‘here’s my lovely progeny’ either. She sized me up, probably wondering how much crap I would let her get away with.

  She finally spoke. “What the hell are you doing with your life?”

  I folded my arms over my chest and gave her a level gaze. “Living it. Taking care of my baby. Making myself happy.”

  Mom snorted. “What do you know of happiness? People like us weren’t meant to be happy.”

  “I disagree.”

  “Will living with three aliens make you happy? Being at their beck and call? Servicing them when they decide they need some pussy?”

  I drew a breath. “If it was that way, no. Having a loving relationship with three men who care about me and my daughter will. That’s what I’m working toward.”

  She snorted. “Men won’t give you anything worthwhile. Aliens can’t begin to understand what an Earther woman needs.”

  “I haven’t found that to be true. Most of the Kalquorians I’ve had relationships with work hard to figure me out.”

  She wouldn’t be convinced. “Until they’ve gotten what they want from you. Then it’s a whole other story.”

  “Your relationships are not remotely similar to those I’ve had. It’s too bad you haven’t had a caring relationship with a man. I’ve been lucky in that respect.”

  “How many of those damned Kalqs have you screwed?”

  “None of your business. As far as I’m concerned, only one might have been a mistake. Since he may have fathered Anrel, I refuse to regret him.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “You’re sleeping with that clan Dr. Meyso is in. You’re giving them the milk without them buying the cow.”

  I felt tired, dealing with her and her judgments. “I am exploring compatibility. Emotional, romantic, and yes, sexual. It’s all part of finding who I belong with.”

  “You’re not property, Shalia.”

  “I said belong with, not belong to.”

  She scowled. “Is that what you w
ant for Anrel? To have to slave over three men’s needs? To have to answer to that many?”

  I crooked a brow at her. “You have no idea how Kalquorians operate. They’re more focused on the woman’s needs than their own. If you think Matara Elwa answers to her clanmates rather than their relationship being balanced, you should have her explain it to you.”

  Mom was quiet for a moment, digesting that idea. “It’s not normal for us. I don’t like it.”

  “I don’t care. It’s my choice, not yours.”

  Mom shook her head. “You’re ruining your life. But I don’t want you to keep Anrel from me. I don’t consider her a half-breed. She’s a beautiful child who deserves only the best. I guess I’ll have to bite my lip and keep my opinions to myself if I’m to remain in her life.”