Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  “Do you enjoy sucking your Nobek master, Shalia?” Aslada whispered silkily in my ear. “Does it excite you to understand he’ll fill your mouth with his cum? That you’ll swallow every drop he gives you?”

  Oh dear prophets. I couldn’t be more enthralled with what was happening. Aslada’s dirty talk made my sex clench at the thought of Jaon doing that very thing.

  “At the same instant, Aslada and I’ll shoot our seed into your ass and pussy,” Meyso added. “Our little slave will have all her sweet holes fucked and filled.”

  I grew dizzy at the idea. My whimper was the only answer I could give.

  “That’s right. I’m claiming this tight ass.” As Aslada spoke, a touch brushed my anus, and I lost my rhythm for an instant as I continued to pleasure Jaon. Aslada’s fingers were slick as they traced the rim. I guessed that he’d wet them in his own lubricant. “I’m shoving deep into you here, all the way in. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

  “I’ll use your hot, wet cunt,” Meyso growled, stroking said cunt. I flooded his hand as everything below went on high alert. A thrill shot up my body, lighting a path to my skull. I quaked from head to toe as they fondled me.

  “Our slave won’t fight. She won’t beg for mercy. We own her. She is ours to command. To fuck. She belongs to us.”

  Demonstrating Aslada’s declaration, he pushed a finger into me. I mewled against the thick shaft in my mouth as he slid back and forth. Claiming. Taking.

  Meyso did the same with my womanhood, except he plunged two fingers in. His thumb drew wet circles around my clit. Wild hunger exploded within me, making me wriggle desperately to gain more contact.

  A hard, heavy hand smacked my ass, freezing me in place. “Attempts to escape will be dealt with harshly,” Aslada snarled. “I grant you this reprieve since you have only just been collected, but there’ll be no more. This is your final warning, slave.”

  I hadn’t been trying to escape. I’d been trying for more contact. We were all playing a part, indulging in an erotic fantasy. In this illusion, I was their reluctant slave, captured for their sexual enjoyment. Since the punishment for disobedience might be real, I forced my desperate gyrations to still. I played the part of helpless hostage, doing what I must to survive in enemy hands.

  Oh, how I adored those ‘enemy’ hands.

  My ass stinging, I resumed sucking enthusiastically on Jaon’s cocks to avoid further correction. Aslada and Meyso continued to play with their prize, commenting on my tight but yielding flesh, on how warm I was inside, on how good it would feel to plunge their shafts in me. Aslada pushed a second finger in my ass, stretching me for the coming invasion. Meyso continued to fingerfuck me while teasing my clit with his thumb. He circled and circled the swollen, straining nub. I wanted him to touch me there, to relieve the growing pressure for release. I was sure I’d go insane from the need that built heavily in my belly.

  Only when my whimpers were coming with each breath did Jaon grip the sides of my head. He stood, holding me so that his primary remained in my mouth. He stepped to the side, turning my head with his movements, allowing Meyso to kneel before me.

  The Nobek’s hips rocked, letting him fuck as they found their positions. Aslada went to his knees behind me, picking me up so that I straddled Meyso’s thighs. The Imdiko gripped both his cocks, bringing them together. Heaven help me, his secondary was thick enough to satisfy any woman. His front shaft was even bigger. Together in my pussy…let’s just say Aslada lowered me very slowly onto him. Even then, I felt stretched to my limits and then some. I should get a prize for how flexible I am.

  The guys deserve a prize for how carefully they handled me. Jaon pulled free to join the rest of us on the floor. He and Meyso kept asking me if I were all right, if it was too much. The slightest twinge, and they would caution Aslada to stop and allow me to adjust. The fantasy of conquerors and slave was suspended until I rested on Meyso’s thighs, his lengths embedded as far as they could go.

  Good heavens, I was full. As muscles eased and grew familiar with all that girth, I sighed as the ache subsided. With the slight throb abating, I became aware of how Meyso pressed hard against the front of my sex. He was against the place where the least amount of friction would light me up like fireworks. The slight movement of his breath created a simmering bliss.

  “Oh geez,” I whispered. “I can’t last long.”

  They chuckled to hear that. “Come often,” Aslada encouraged. “No permission required.”

  “Good. I’d never finish punishment if I had to wait for the okay.”

  More laughter. “Let’s see if you can handle tutlito tolp with both of Meyso’s cocks involved.” Aslada’s tone took on that threatening sensuality that gives me goosebumps.

  Tutlito tolp. The ultimate taking, if my translating skills weren’t totally off. Ultimate indeed, with someone as well-endowed as Meyso is. I felt full, but there was a lot more Kalquorian flesh to deal with. I wasn’t sure I could take it, but I was willing to try.

  Again the Imdiko and Jaon kept an eye on me as Aslada pressed his primary into my rear. I hung onto Meyso’s shoulders as I yielded bit by bit to this new invasion. Aslada slid in by increments, possessing me with caution. I relaxed as best I could, giving myself over to my lovers.

  It was heady stuff, being taken that way. It required a level of trust I don’t easily give. With the men encouraging me and keeping control over their own desires, I found it a simple matter to surrender. They wouldn’t harm me. I knew it deep in my bones.

  Safe and secure, I was able to give myself over to the thrill of their complete possession. Passion grew as Aslada joined with me. I was filled to bursting with two men, gloriously trapped between their hard, delicious bodies. I hovered on the cusp of orgasm. It would take only the slightest movement from Meyso to send me over the edge.

  “I want her screaming around my cock.” Jaon stood up next to us and gripped my head again. I opened my mouth, and he slid inside.

  All three of them at once. With both of Meyso’s penises. Every sense alerted. Orgasm was so close, ready to uncoil and spring over me.

  Aslada moved first. He slipped outward, not only providing amazing friction, but also shifting the pressure of Meyso’s double impalement. Rapture inched forward, trembling on the edge of my awareness.

  All three moved. Aslada pushed in. Jaon and Meyso rocked back. There was a moment where I hung suspended, the flashpoint on the verge of igniting. Then there was a blinding flare, and my world tore apart.

  I screamed, barely aware of each man reversing his course. Another blast. And again. Orgasm was a ravenous beast, roaring through me over and over. It was relentless as it shredded me.

  And when the heaving storm started to settle? No, the men weren’t having any of that. Aslada groped and pinched my breasts, reminding me of my helpless state. Meyso reached between us to grasp my clit. A new firestorm swept over me, taking me away once more.

  Only when I went limp, only when the final spasm had passed, only when I’d voiced my last whimper did my lovers allow their own releases. Groans and cries filled the tent as my lovers filled me with their passion. I stroked Jaon’s straining length with my tongue as he let go, the only motion I had the strength to make.

  Gloriously devastated, I smiled as the clan cleaned me up and tended to me with doting care. They carried me to the massive bed in the corner, curling around me, cuddling me, making me feel that even though Mom had left, I wasn’t alone. Not abandoned, not unloved. Not by a longshot.

  SHALIA’S DIARY

  BOOK 10

  A Clans of Kalquor Story

  By

  Tracy St. John

  © copyright February 2017, Tracy St. John

  Cover art by Erin Dameron-Hill, © copyright February 2017

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s

  imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or

  events is merely
coincidence.

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  December 4

  I am officially bored. I have spent the last couple of days doing my best to not whine when I have no real cause to, yet here I am complaining. It’s no one’s fault but my own, but there it is. I am bored.

  Mom’s gone, and all her drama is gone too. Our conversations over coms, both live and recorded, are rosy as hell. She doesn’t call me names. She expresses motherly concern for my welfare. She misses Anrel like crazy. She’s making improvements away from me and Kalquor. The old saying ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ is definitely being proven these days. I’m happy for her. I really am. The kind of boredom that comes with not being on her shit list and worrying myself sick over her should be a good thing.

  Maybe it would be if I were spending more time with Clan Aslada. They have returned to work. Because they are important people and issues cropped up during the vacation they took to be with me, they are playing catch-up. That means long hours and little opportunity for us to learn more about each other and have fun together. Hell, all three were gone before I woke up yesterday morning. They only came home after I’d fallen asleep in the common room last night, trying to wait up for at least one of them. I have a very bleary memory of Aslada carrying me to bed.

  We knew our time would be limited when they returned to their jobs. That’s why they are taking leave again in about four weeks, to be with me without the added angst of my mom. For now, they stay busy. Aslada can’t find five minutes to work on those vid productions we’ve been talking about for weeks. He’s bogged down with legislation and fighting with other government officials.

  What do I have? A baby who is hogged by her nanny, Imdiko Snoy. Physical, fighting, and weapons training with three Nobeks who are in and out of here as fast as their duties allow. Servants whose responsibilities don’t include amusing me. I can com Katrina, Candy, Betra, and Oses only so often before I start looking pathetic.

  Aslada and Meyso have reached out to the clans they’re acquainted with which have Mataras. However, half of the women are so old, we’re sure I’d have nothing in common with them. One is rumored to be adamantly anti-Earther. The younger ladies say they are eager to meet me, but they have careers of their own keeping them busy.

  I have no right to complain. Life has never been so easy or so wonderful. But…boo hoo. I’m bored. And lonely. I haven’t got a clue what to do with myself here in this huge place.

  I wonder if I’ve been in too many scrapes to be a normal person who can pursue a drama-free life. Am I actually isolated here, or is it the lack of adventure that’s bothering me? As if I’d want to be kidnapped or attacked ever again! Still, I’m not doing the whole lady of leisure gig very well. As wonderful as Clan Aslada is (when I see them), I need more than what I’m getting right now. I want my friends. I need to fill the hours that stretch forever until a handsome face comes home and smiles at me.

  I should go to the Matara Complex. At least until Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon’s schedules calm down and we can resume reviewing our compatibility. Hanging around and waiting for that or for their next break feels as if I’m wasting valuable time. In the meanwhile, I can re-connect with Clan Seot. I can hang out with Candy and the others at the complex. I can play with Anrel without Snoy hovering over us, looking at me as if I’m stealing his child.

  I hope Clan Aslada won’t take this wrong, but I’ll go nuts if I don’t return to my friends for a little while. The guys are doing their best to make me happy under the circumstances, but the lack of interaction is depressing. I’m in limbo, and it’s not a good feeling. Heaven help me if I become too morose and drive this clan away because I’m a miserable bitch. I’ll never forgive myself.

  Okay, so I’ve talked myself into heading back to the Matara Complex. Now I just have to figure out how to break the news to Clan Aslada. Yeah, that’ll be fun.

  December 5

  The discussion about me going to the Matara Complex until Clan Aslada’s leave went quite well. It helped that I only had to face Aslada and Meyso with my decision. Jaon ran off on a sudden assignment, tracking down a man accused of trying to kidnap a couple of Earther women. There’s no telling how long he’ll be gone.

  The moment I brought the subject up last night, Aslada and Meyso were in complete agreement with me leaving. They even looked relieved, which I teased them about. “I see I’ve worn out my welcome.”

  “Don’t you dare joke about that.” Aslada’s severe look warned I was in danger of a spanking. “You deserve much more attention than you’ve been getting. Don’t think I haven’t realized that. It’s been driving me crazy with frustration.”

  “When we reach our next holiday, the social season will be in full swing,” Meyso added. “We can introduce you to those Mataras we’ve wanted you to meet. Plus, a couple of clans we’re associated with have come up on the lottery recently. They may have fellow Earthers for you to socialize with.”

  “You need a wider community to enjoy,” Aslada said. “Another excellent reason to have a Matara Complex in this region.”

  “I’ll add it to our list of motives for the vid,” I said. “I’m glad you understand why I have to take a brief break.”

  “I’m glad you plan for it to be brief.” Aslada gathered me in his arms, as if we weren’t sitting close enough on the common room’s lounger. He gave me a kiss that curled my toes. “I’ll miss coming home to you and Anrel, Shalia.”

  “Even if you’re already asleep when I come dragging in at night,” Meyso agreed with a sheepish grin. He sat on the other side of me, opposite to Aslada. He leaned against me, snuggling like the universe’s biggest, sweetest puppy. “It’s terrific to have you here.”

  “Some people say I’m at my best when I’m unconscious,” I joked.

  “Some people need their butts worn out when they insist on putting themselves down.” Aslada’s tone was clipped, but the warmth in his eyes told me he was only looking for an opportunity to do what he and I wanted him to do.

  “I’m a woman who requires many reminders,” I sighed as Meyso lifted my skirt and tugged my panties off.

  “I’ll repeat them often then,” Aslada chuckled, pulling me across his lap. He and Meyso rubbed my bare, vulnerable ass.

  The first few swats from his hand were lighter than the usual, the stings just enough to put me at a slow simmer. At first, I thought it would be a playful, token spanking. However, it kept going, the heat and pain building until I squirmed over Aslada’s muscled thighs.

  “Naughty girl,” he sing-songed, the pattering blows raining down without pause. “Bad little girl, saying mean things about herself. When you sit down for the next few days, you’ll remember to do better.”

  The tiny, biting stings had become jolts of hurt, accompanied by throbbing heat. I gasped and whimpered with every stroke. He wasn’t hitting any harder than at the beginning. It was building under his relentless attention, each slap more painful than the one before. Tears blurred my vision of the floor. Yet my pussy was wet, basking in the warmth of my ass’s penalty and the knowledge that Meyso was watching my bare ass redden.

  I couldn’t help but writhe as the chastisement continued without any sign of stopping. Glory, it hurt. Yet strangely enough, I felt calm and secure lying across Aslada’s lap, taking his correction like the naughty girl he told me I was. Well, calm and secure if I didn’t count the rising excitement in my belly and the wetness oozing from between my thighs.

  I was a mess of warring emotions as the spanking went on and on. Crazy-aroused, yet serene. Safe, yet paying harsh
penance. Wanting to escape, yet delighted to remain under Aslada’s hand forever. The idea that I would lie there and accept whatever the Dramok deemed I required, no matter how painful his correction turned out to be, only intensified those feelings. I was his, a creature of utter surrender to his will. Nothing mattered but what he required of me.

  Only when my cries became a mixture of sobs and eager moans did he relent. He massaged my suffering ass, increasing the delicious pain and my excitement. I had fistfuls of his trouser leg, twisting the fabric as he tormented me.

  “There, little girl,” he said. “That should ache for a long time. I enjoy the idea of watching you flinch when you sit down. The instant you don’t cringe the moment your ass settles on a seat, the moment I realize your reminder has worn off, I’d remedy that situation with another hard spanking.”