Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  Katrina was congratulatory and disappointed at once with Hina’s pregnancy. “Great. I finally find a woman who is capable of matching me drink for drink, who’s good for laughs, who doesn’t wuss out before the night’s half over—and she puts a bun in the oven.”

  “Oh, don’t stop imbibing because of me,” Hina told her. Her face beamed with sincerity, especially when she added, “I’ll still hang around. It’ll be fun to see what trouble I can talk you into.”

  They are two peas in a pod. Heaven help us now that they’ve found each other.

  March 13

  It’s been about a week since I last wrote. I’ve been busy, but things are going great. Stupendously great.

  Have I mentioned that the small cruise ship is about to be joined by siblings? It’s such a hit and booked so far into the future, Cifa and his brother and sister ordered three more to be built as quickly as possible. It’s a runaway success. The news vids have been going crazy with documenting what they’re allowed to of the Imperial Clan on vacation, which is a major part of what’s fueling the excitement surrounding the tiny yacht. Other notables are booking celebrations on board our ‘small ship with big adventures’. Naturally, it’s bleeding over into the larger ship’s bookings too, making Cifiler rise in the ocean cruise line ranks more like a rocket than the steady growth it’s experienced since it started.

  Cifa is beside himself with joy. Despite my certainty that the celebrity interest is what’s fueling ticket sales, he’s attributing a lot of the success to my work. I can’t take that amount of credit, obviously. Even discounting the attention gained by notable names, I showed up late in the game, working to promote the wonderful amenities already put in place.

  However, I have been asked to move beyond vid production to oversee all marketing and promotions. The head of that department is retiring. Cifa, Erom, and Ila agree I’d be a perfect fit for it. I’m humbled they have that kind of faith in me. I’m also a little overwhelmed, but I’ve agreed to take on the challenge. The current department head has agreed to stay on a few more weeks to train me on the matters I’m not up to speed on.

  I’ve not had major problems with my abandonment issues lately. Dr. Cafir judges I’m over the biggest hurdles where that is concerned.

  Speaking of overcoming hurdles, Hina’s pregnancy is in the super-early stages. So far, so good. The other woman who received my eggs is also doing well with her pregnancy. The stork will be busy in a few months. Dr. Flencik and his staff are nonstop with gathering eggs from donors, inseminating them, adding genetic material from the hopeful parents-to-be, and implanting the embryos. There is going to be a baby explosion all at once. I’d call it minor, because a few thousand is not that meaningful a number, but on Kalquor? It’s a huge deal.

  Therein lies my new emotional issue. I’m happy for these women who had no hope, especially Hina. Yet I haven’t been able to shake the weird feeling I get when I ponder Hina raising a child that has some of my biological makeup. I wonder how similar that girl will be to me—how much her personality might result from nature and not nurture. She’ll be genetically a kind of sister to Anrel. It makes me wonder how many other ‘siblings’ will be out there when it’s all said and done. The number of children that’ll be descended from me.

  Issues. I guess I have to have something to worry me, or life wouldn’t be my version of normal. However, I may have come up with a way to mitigate my current wave of weirdness.

  I began feeling my clan out on their perspective after dinner. “All this babymaking happening around me has me thinking. How many kids do you guys want to have?” I asked.

  “As many as you’ll let me make,” Larten said with a leer. As usual, his mind went to the aspects of creating children rather than the children themselves. Not that I’m complaining about his libido. I’m perfectly happy with my amorous Nobek.

  Seot chuckled at him. He turned serious as he mused. “The home rock here could be made quite spacious. I’m for filling it up, if you’ve got a mind to.”

  “The more, the merrier,” Cifa agreed, beaming at the thought. “Babies! Lots of babies! Anrel needs siblings to boss around like I did.”

  “You won’t end up tired of seeing me big and waddling?” I laughed. “I’m not sure I need a gazillion kids.” Just the one, so I wouldn’t obsess over the daughter I gave Hina.

  “You could never be anything but beautiful. The number of our children depends on whatever you’re comfortable with, my Matara.” Seot was quick to amend his answer, putting me first as he always does. “You have to carry them.”

  I smiled at them. At my darling Anrel too, the daughter who is growing up too fast. She’s enthralled with the whole walking thing, roaming wherever she darn well pleases these days. We can’t keep her out of anything.

  My selfish reasons aside, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she had a brother or sister, a sibling she wouldn’t be able to remember not having as a constant companion? A playmate close in age to share childhood with? Besides, she’s ridiculously spoiled, being the only child to three doting fathers and a gazillion grandparents, uncles, and aunts.

  “How soon are you ready for a second child?” I asked the guys. “Is it too soon to start planning along those lines?”

  That earned some surprised looks. “Are you talking about now?” Cifa asked.

  “I was thinking about it, yeah. Things are going great for us, right? Though that much happiness piled on top of everything we already have might make my heart explode. Still—”

  “I’m ready,” Cifa interrupted me. He beamed with delight at the idea. “Bring the little ones on!”

  Seot laughed at our Imdiko’s enthusiasm. “You won’t be truly ecstatic until you’re buried in children,” he said to Cifa. His attention returned to me. “Is it safe for you? You gave birth to Anrel less than a year ago, and not under the best of circumstances.”

  “Maybe it would be dangerous if I were back on Earth,” I told him. “On Kalquor, where all efforts have been made to guarantee healthy Mataras and their children? Flencik said based on my medical history and overall current health, a pregnancy at this time should be fine.”

  “You’ve been considering this for a while then. This isn’t a spontaneous notion.” Seot crooked an eyebrow at me.

  “What did you expect? Hina is having a baby.” With my egg. “Candy and Stidmun are talking about it too, thanks to Katrina putting the idea in their heads.” So much for Candy’s insistence they wished to enjoy being lovers before becoming parents. “I run a fertility foundation, for heaven’s sake, with the goal of handing out pregnancies willy-nilly. The thought of a sister or brother for Anrel was bound to cross my mind. It’s sunk its claws in.”

  “Willy-nilly?” Larten mused. He shook his head, dismissing the unfamiliar phrase and concentrating on the part that interested him most. “We’re talking about generating a baby the natural way, right?”

  I rolled my eyes, but I had to laugh. “Yes, my Nobek. Fu—ugh, making love is the route I prefer.” I had to catch myself from using the cruder term, what with Anrel being in the room.

  Larten was not quite so circumspect, though he did avoid the f-word. “I get laid. Another child shows up for me to adore. I’m on board.”

  Seot shrugged with a happy grin on his face. “I’m delighted with my family. I’m thrilled to add to it. I guess we’re creating a baby.”

  Cifa and I cheered. Larten leaned over to Anrel and loudly whispered, “That’s your cue to go to sleep. Your father needs his special cuddle time with your mother.”

  “Da-da-da-da!” Anrel yelled, plastering a handful of pudding-like vegetable casserole against his cheek, leaving a yellow handprint on his beaming face. I wasn’t sure if she was protesting bed before she was done eating or the food itself. She’s less of a vegetable fan each day.

  Anrel’s bedtime was long in coming for my Nobek. Larten spent the rest of the evening shoving me into closets in the hopes of an early start on baby making. Unfortunately for him,
he’s currently our little girl’s favorite parent. She follows him everywhere and does so quicker now that she’s walking. No sooner would he bundle me in a cramped cubby and get the door closed than she’d start banging on it, shouting that imperious “Da-da-da-da!” at the top of her lungs. She was not to be denied her Nobek father.

  After about the sixth attempt, when we had to clamber out of a tight space due to Her Royal Highness’ summons, I told Larten, “You might want to reconsider. More kids mean less opportunities to be naughty.”

  “You still have that caregiver’s contact information, don’t you? Imdiko Snoy? I’ll hire him.”

  I laughed and ran off to hide while Larten attended to the other demanding female of the household.

  Once we had Anrel in bed for the night, I made a ceremony of taking the injection Flencik had given me. It would counteract the extended-release, anti-pregnancy hormones Tep had put me on after Anrel’s birth. “Gentlemen, my precious eggs can once again find a welcoming home in my uterus. We are a go for baby.”

  “On that dripping-with-romance note—” Larten picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. We were off to the sleeping room.

  I laughed as I was carried off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the sentimental Nobek required candlelight and soft music.”

  “Getting smart with me, woman?” He flipped my skirt over my waist, yanked my panties down, and started spanking me in the hall. By the time he got me into the bedroom, my ass was flaming and my pussy, wet.

  Larten put me on the thick rug at the foot of our sleeping mat. He opened the crotch of his trousers, freeing his cocks. “Apologize for your insolence.”

  With a happy grin, I went to work on my ‘penance’. As I sucked my Nobek, moaning over his delectable flesh, Seot and Cifa stripped me naked. Once I was bare, they went away, leaving me with my head moving back and forth as I pleasured a groaning Larten.

  My other beloveds returned, binding my hands behind my back with something silky soft, maybe a scarf. With my hands no longer available to stroke him as I sucked, Larten gripped my head. He fucked my mouth with slow, lazy strokes. Seot and Cifa pinched and tugged my nipples, making them tight and protruding. I whimpered at the stings as they played roughly, but my inner thighs were slick as juices flowed. Mastered by three strong men—I was aching for all they would give.

  Instead, a stab of raw pain sliced into my breast, and heaviness dragged on it. I shuddered as someone attached a weighted nipple clamp. For a moment, it canceled out everything in my awareness except for the spicy-sweetness of Larten’s primary pumping between my lips. The combination of the two sent a thunderclap of passion through my gut, causing my sex to flex in delight. I cried out.

  “That sounded more like excitement than protest,” Seot growled. “Good girl, my Matara.” I warmed to have his approval.

  Fingers inspected my slit. Cifa chuckled. “Nice and wet. Such a well-behaved pussy.” He shoved a couple fingers inside me. I uttered another muffled yell against Larten’s shaft. My clanmates are experts when it comes to handling me.

  My other nipple was clamped. Same hurt, but more profound pleasure with my Imdiko driving in and out of my cunt. I shuddered. My sex flexed.

  “That’s right,” he whispered in my ear. “A little torment, a lot of pleasure. Just how our pretty Shalia prefers it.”

  I found even more to appreciate as the weights on my breasts were set to swinging, increasing the intensity of the hot ache. A meaty hand delivered a firm smack to the side of my breast. It made me scream.

  A spurt of stronger-tasting fluid coated my tongue. With a hiss, Larten pulled free of my clinging lips. “I’ve had all I can take without coming. Who would enjoy the use of this lovely mouth next?”

  “I’ll take that offer,” Seot growled. He and Larten swapped places so that my Nobek knelt next to me. I was sure Larten had exciting things in store, but my focus went to my Dramok’s beautiful lengths before my face. I moaned with delight as he moved in. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of one sex utilizing my mouth while the other slid wetly beneath my chin.

  “She looks good sucking you, my Dramok,” Larten said. “Those lips were meant to wrap around cocks.”

  The dirty talk set off more spasms. “Her whole body was made for fucking.” With his fingers buried within me, Cifa had felt my response. I’m sure that’s why he kept talking. “Her mouth, her ass, her cunt—she was built for us. To be fucked and filled with our seed.”

  Larten’s deep laugh was positively evil. He gave the weights attached to my breasts a tug, making me cry out. The exhilarating pain billowed and turned me wetter than ever.

  “Do you want to come, Shalia?” Larten whispered. His palm rubbed slow circles over my mound, his touch tantalizingly close to my clit. “Do you want to show us how much you enjoy serving your clan? How you adore letting us fuck you however we wish? Putting our babies in you?”

  I was so aroused, it was a wonder I didn’t come on the spot when he captured my clit between his fingers. Rapture flared bright between my legs as he rubbed the sides of my pulsing bud. I barely noticed myself choking for a moment as Seot pushed down my throat, forcing me to take him to the hilt.

  “I think she does want to climax for us.” Cifa’s whisper warmed my ear. “I believe she wants it badly.” He shifted the pressure of his fingers as he used them to fuck me, searching for the grouping of nerves that felt best. I shuddered, helpless to stop him from tormenting me.

  He found what he was looking for, sending a blast of exaltation through me as he applied demanding friction to my g-spot. Tears flowed as the men brought me to the brink and kept me there, hovering a hairsbreadth from orgasm. I squalled against the cock plunging between my lips. The sound was desperate and beseeching.

  “That’s our girl,” Seot grunted. He laced his fingers at the back of my skull, holding me in place as he picked up the tempo. “Keep asking us to fuck you.”

  As if I had a choice. I cried out over and over as they tormented me, my thoughts falling to dust as completion danced out of reach. I struggled, though with Seot imprisoning my head, my wrists bound, and me on my knees, I had nowhere to flee.

  Only when Seot coated my tongue with pre-cum with each thrust did it end. “Close,” he panted, withdrawing from my moaning mouth. “Cifa, do you need a turn?”

  My Imdiko’s eyes were dark. “I’m too aroused, imagining putting a baby in her. I won’t last long.”

  “Would you like to go first?”

  Cifa gave Seot his most adoring smile. “Thank you, my Dramok. It would be a privilege.”

  The trio suddenly turned tender. The nipple clamps were removed. The stinging was soothed with kisses. Only when I stopped hissing with agony did Larten loosen my wrists. They lifted me from the rug and placed me in the middle of our sleeping mat. Seot and Larten surrounded me on either side as Cifa knelt between my legs.

  “I’m more than ready, but you smell too divine to not taste,” my Imdiko sighed. He bent to my drenched womanhood and bestowed long, lingering licks while our clanmates held my legs apart for him. I groaned as that wonderfully rough tongue explored each crevice. Cifa lapped every drop of my excitement and produced far more. As I cried out at the surges of heat flaring in my belly, Larten and Seot took turns kissing me, swallowing my moans.

  I squirmed wildly when Cifa sucked on my clit, his tongue lashing it. He brought me up to the edge, right to the moment when the first spasm of climax was about to happen. Then he backed off and looked me over as I keened with loss.

  “My Matara,” he murmured, stroking his main shaft. “Mother of my daughter and the children to come. I love you so much.”

  With that, Cifa bent over me, crouching low as he brought his sexes to my pussy and ass. He positioned them, inserting the tips in me just enough that my openings began to spread, yielding to him. Then he drove in all the way in a single thrust, taking me with strength.

  The pain of the sudden claiming was exactly the kind I adore best.
I was filled to the brim, Cifa’s groin colliding with my clit, grinding against me as he rubbed in tight circles. I almost came that very second. He drew out slowly, making me feel each inch of his iron lengths until he was in danger of slipping out.

  He plunged back in, harder and faster than before. Blinding whiteness exploded before my eyes. My entire abdomen heaved as violent passion consumed me. The friction and fullness of his thick shafts kept the lightning strikes coming, producing shock after shock of burning rapture that sizzled to the ends of my fingers and toes. I was aware of my body writhing like a serpent’s, of wild cries streaming from my throat, of Seot and Larten pinning me down as Cifa thudded harder and harder against me, his face working as his own end approached.

  He jolted within me. He shouted with the power of it. I had yet another massive surge, responding to his surrender to passion. We lost ourselves in each other, in our shared motivation to make something more than simple pleasure.

  Cifa gave ground to Larten. Though my Nobek appeared bestial with need, he was careful—perhaps because he knew how easily he could succumb to an animal drive that would destroy rather than create. He consumed me by enclosing me in his arms, holding me tight to himself as he sank his cocks within my flesh.