Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  I took a little stroll this afternoon, wandering about the house in the attempt to clear my head after my mind started jumbling from anxiety for the millionth time. As I passed Larten’s private suite, a beastly growl issued from the open door.

  A Global Security officer was walking past at the same second. He quirked a wry smile at me as I paused in the hall outside the room. He leaned to whisper in my ear. “Your Nobek is unhappy with the situation.”

  “Can you blame him?” I whispered back.

  “Not for a second. I’m impressed that he’s maintaining this level of control. Push him too far, however, and you’ll have an animal on your hands.”

  I almost offered the tart comment ‘you say that like it’s a bad thing’. No, Shalia. We do not talk to men outside our clan in that manner. Not even to be humorous.

  I went into Larten’s personal room, which he’d assured me I was welcome in any time. As the bodyguard continued on his rounds, I said, “Door, close and lock.”

  Larten stepped in from the balcony. He wore a dark look that was simultaneously enraged and vulnerable. He wiped it off quickly, but I saw. I’d known he’d been putting on a calm exterior for my sake. Well, not entirely calm, but also not the infuriated angst I caught a glimpse of.

  We stared across the space at each other, over the obstacle course of dropped clothing, hand weights, Anrel’s toys from her frequent visits, floor cushions, and emptied water pouches. Larten, who is so tidy everywhere else, is a slob in his private suite. The cleaning staff has a betting pool for various sports—the losers have to go in and clean up behind my Nobek.

  Mimicking the floor, Larten’s desk and the low table in his meditation area were cluttered. I couldn’t spot their surfaces for the items crowded on them. Still vid shots. Broken gadgets he would find and tinker with until he got them working again. Small wood carvings he fashioned from driftwood that washed up on the rock.

  None of the jumble mattered to me. I was concerned for my clanmate, who no doubt felt more caged and impotent than I did.

  “My Matara,” he said after recovering from his surprise. “Is everything all right?”

  “Yes and no,” I said. “Yes, I’m okay, no emergencies to report. No, I’m not okay, I’m a prisoner in my own home. I suspect you’re on the same page.”

  Larten relaxed a touch. Probably as much as he was able to. “It’s unbearable, isn’t it? We have no means to deal with our frustration either.”

  I moved towards him, stepping around his obstacle course of messiness. “There’s always one fun technique to blow off steam.”

  He came to alert, knowing full well what I was talking about. Yet he stayed where he was, not coming to meet me. “I’m afraid to touch you. I’m forceful when I’m not upset. The way I feel now, I fear I won’t be able to maintain that small bit of control.”

  I stopped a foot away from him. Refreshing sea breezes eddied through the arched opening that led out to the balcony, drifting past me, lifting my knee-length skirt to mid-thigh as it swirled teasingly. I didn’t miss Larten’s gaze drifting down in fascination.

  I gave him a level stare. “The tension has you feeling like an animal. I should tame you.”

  His avid attention sharpened. “Do you think you could?”

  If you’ll play along. I thought he might, if only to escape our shared frustration. My own sense of losing charge over my life made me eager to gain power from somewhere, including places I usually didn’t find titillating. Bending Larten to my will would release some of the irritation on that front.

  I turned from him and wandered about the room. “The rest of your clan come in here from time to time, when your door is open to us. I’m sure you’ve considered the potential to indulge your favorite whim on that front.”

  “I’m not following you, my Matara.”

  A falsehood, as well as growing excitement, in his tone. I’d have to punish him for it.

  First, I had to get Larten where I desired him. “Let’s see. Plenty of hiding places in here. Yet you wouldn’t want Anrel accidentally discovering and revealing your secrets. Maybe you’ve put something behind this carving?” I peeked behind one of Larten’s artworks, a rendering of a scalloped denuges shell. As I’d suspected. I pulled a hovercuff out and twirled the metal ring around my finger.

  Without glancing at my watching clanmate, I continued my inspection. “Naughty, naughty Nobek. Collecting cuffs again to use on your clanmates. Whatever shall I do with you? Oh, don’t answer that. I have more than enough ideas.”

  Larten remained silent, but I could taste his anticipation in the air. I’d never assumed control between us before, so I can only imagine his ideas on the matter. Curiosity as much as eagerness kept him from any attempt to grab command of the situation.

  I discovered another cuff behind a vid projection of Larten’s favorite kurble team. “Two down. Two to go,” I murmured, casting a glance in his direction. I grinned at his enthralled expression. “If I discover the others, I win the prize of a delicious Nobek. And when I say delicious—” I paused to lick my lips “—that means I intend to have a bite.” I snapped my teeth together so that they clicked audibly.

  A low growl drifted from where Larten stood. Not an angry sound as I’d heard before I’d entered, however. Anticipatory. Excited.

  Another cuff hidden behind a commendation for military service came into my possession. “One more,” I teased Larten. “One more, and I claim my trophy.”

  I deliberately ‘missed’ discovering the last cuff I needed. It was behind a row of smaller carvings on a wall shelf. When I glanced carelessly and kept going, my Nobek coughed a short sound under his breath. I paused and looked at him with wide eyes.

  “What? Did I go past one? Hmm, I’d better check again.” I lingered over my inspection of the shelf, taking my time, drawing out the search. At last I uttered a surprised sound. “Why, here it is! Silly, silly me.”

  I wandered over to Larten with the cuffs in my hands. Not that it mattered with his ridiculous Kalquorian-fast speed, but I stopped out of his reach. “Transfer control of these, would you?”

  Now we’d learn if he’d play my way. It would be so easy for my Nobek to take a quick step, grab me, and commandeer the cuffs I’d found. Putting me at a disadvantage was his modus operandi. How adventurous was he today?

  The novelty of letting me take charge must have been too interesting to deny. With a leer, Larten said, “Cuffs, control transferred to the next person who speaks.”

  “Control assumed,” I said with a return smirk. “Hold your wrists out, Nobek.”

  Larten, being the good boy he is—okay, being the horny dog he is—complied immediately. I snapped on the cuffs and did the same to his ankles.

  “Freeze subject,” I announced. “Respond to my physical commands as well as verbal.” Delighted with myself, I walked around my prize.

  Mine, mine, mine to do with as I wished. For once, the idea excited me. With this one venue being my route to assuming some power in my life again, I was primed to dominate my lover.

  “First, we should remove these shorts,” I decided. They were the only article of clothing my Nobek wore. I wasn’t sure whether to be glad, since it meant a lot of effort wouldn’t have to be expended to get Larten naked, or if unwrapping him like a gift was too much a denied pleasure.

  I had sufficient angst in my life. I decided to view it as a positive. I pulled the shorts down and directed the cuffs so I could toss them aside.

  I took another walk around him, smoothing my hand over his body as I inspected my playground. All those delicious, firm muscles were a delight to touch at my leisure. Shoulders, arms, back, chest, abdomen, thighs, ass. I ignored the twin shafts saluting me.

  Behind Larten’s back, I paused to consider. More than once, I’ve gotten myself in trouble for daring to spank that incredible carved ass. The notion to do so usually stemmed from an urge to have my own ass spanked. Not on the menu today.

  Instead, I stepped close t
o him, letting him feel my warmth. “You need to be marked,” I whispered to him. “You need to show you’ve been claimed.”

  He shuddered, and a growl trickled out. I chuckled at his enthusiasm.

  I swept Larten’s hair aside, smoothing it over his shoulder to give me the full view of his skin. He has a few scars as any Nobek would, shiny, thin streaks that are lighter than the rest of his brown flesh. I decided he should have a dash of red.

  I keep my nails lengthy enough to do the kind of damage my men find exciting during lovemaking. I dragged my excuses for talons down Larten’s back, leaving stripes on his skin. His intake of breath was loud, louder than his growls had been. “My Matara,” he moaned, a world of delight in his voice.

  “My Nobek,” I said, emphasizing the my. I bit into his shoulder, leaving indentations there. Then the other shoulder. I scratched him again. “Now everyone can tell you belong to me.”

  I moved around him, coming to stand before his quivering body. Larten’s cocks were swollen to the point they appeared ready to burst. I captured the drop of pre-cum on the primary’s tip and licked it off my finger. “How sweet,” I purred before dragging my nails down his chest and ribs.

  Larten’s kitty-cat pupils were huge, eclipsing the irises of his eyes. His fangs were down, but he didn’t attempt to use them on me. He stared and snarled with a leer twisting his lips upward. Scary, dangerous Nobek. I had him helpless as far as I could tell, but a flare of delicious terror heated my insides.

  I had to delay the moment by kicking a few of the scattered bits of untidiness out of the way. “So messy in here. I should leave you like this for forcing me to clear a space. I don’t appreciate having to clean up to enjoy you,” I chastised. “You’ll make it up to me.”

  I cleared the room I required and instructed the cuffs to place Larten on his back on the floor. I stared down at him, his body horizontal, his cocks vertical. “Ooh, this I don’t mind finding lying about on the floor. I can do a lot with this.”

  “I’d enjoy that,” Larten managed, his words slurred. Talking through those long fangs is difficult.

  “Think so?” I smirked. “We’ll see.”

  I shed my clothes, getting naked and enjoying how his breath quickened and shafts jerked. A woman needs the man she loves to tell her she’s attractive now and again. I try not to fish for compliments. It’s wonderful when they’re offered so readily.

  “What shall I do with you next?” I wondered out loud as I fondled my breasts. Larten’s gaze was hot as I rubbed and pinched them, giving myself exciting sensations, making my nipples harder than they already were. “Or should I do anything at all with you? I’m doing fine on my own.”

  I demonstrated by moving my fingers between my legs. My dominance turn was doing a number on me, all right. I showed Larten how wet I’d gotten before stroking my slick pussy more. I groaned as I found my favorite spots where I delight in being caressed. Fire blazed from my cunt into my belly. I sighed. Larten groaned in response.

  “Please, my Matara. Let me pleasure you.”

  “You are. Look at me, Larten. Look.”

  I placed my feet on either side of his head, giving him a view of my pussy as I stroked it. He lurched against his cuffs when I buried my fingers within myself. My knees trembled as thrills of excitement raced through me.

  “My Matara. My mouth is yours. Please.”

  I had planned to force him to wait, but I hadn’t taken into account my own eagerness. I was more than ready to be tasted.

  Facing so that I could enjoy the view of his cocks, I sank down on my knees and lowered my hips. Larten didn’t wait for me to get to him. He lunged up and engulfed me with lips and tongue. I groaned as I settled down to let him serve me.

  Serve me, he did. Maybe Larten worked harder because he didn’t have the use of his hands. Or maybe because I usually preferred to surrender. At any rate, he licked and sucked and kissed with ardent enthusiasm that made my eyes roll in ecstasy. His rough tongue caught at my tender flesh in a fashion that was too delicious to describe.

  I could have been a more demanding mistress, but I’m a firm believer in rewarding effort. Besides, my Nobek’s cocks were a yummy temptation. It was too easy to lean over and close my lips over his primary shaft.

  Larten writhed as I sank down, taking him deep. Again, it was a heady sense of power, strengthening me. I was in charge of my Nobek’s pleasure. Yet I was serving him too, as I always desired to. Were the growing jolts of bliss from doing as I wished with him, or that I fulfilled his urges? That was a question to consider, but not at the moment. I was all about the delights of devouring and being devoured.

  Larten’s musky-sweet-spicy flavor added to the flares of excitement in my belly. As I swallowed my lover’s shaft, he dove in deeper, thrilling me to the core. Heated pulses throbbed through me. His tongue alternated between laving my folds and stabbing into my pussy. He moaned and growled as he enjoyed me…as I enjoyed him enjoying me.

  A nova of sensation speared into my depths. Enthralled with the feelings, I rubbed against Larten’s lips, putting my clit in heady contact with his flesh. Oh, that was amazing. As I sucked hard on his cock, tasting the added saltiness of pre-cum, I ground harder.

  My Nobek’s tongue captured the swollen bit, and he sucked me in turn. I moaned around the shaft in my mouth and moved back and forth against him, forcing him to serve me in the manner that felt best. I could have ridden his face for eternity.

  However, I knew having his cocks in my pussy and ass would feel even better. Larten would have agreed, had I given him a say in the matter. I did not, but I gave myself a few more minutes of enjoying his tongue. I couldn’t waste my one occasion of being Queen Shalia, Empress of Sexual Demand. I got all I could out of it before the building spasms threatened to send me over.

  Denying myself immediate gratification, I rose from Larten. My girl parts tingled and tickled and begged to remain on his warm mouth, but I had to make certain my Nobek was taken care of too.

  I straddled his hips and stared down at him. That naughty boy was licking my juices clean from all around his mouth. “Holy shit,” I told him. “I never realized until now what a long tongue you have. No wonder you’re so adept at making me happy.”

  He grinned. Damn if he didn’t lick the tip of his own nose. Unreal.

  More importantly, he had ceased to look consumed with helpless anguish. He was the old Larten having sex: fierce, joyful, and eager. I warmed, knowing I done well. And that my Nobek has a crazy long tongue. I can’t forget the importance of that.

  It took some doing to focus my attention lower. I reminded Larten and myself who was in charge by scoring his chest and abdomen with another swipe of my nails. He yelled, “Yes! Do it again!”

  I answered, “You want it too much. I have other plans for you.”

  His eyes brightened at that. Maybe he wouldn’t have been so delighted if he’d known what was in store for him.

  Larten is my beast. I love an animalistic fuck on a regular basis, and nobody serves up ferocious sex like my Nobek. It bothers him how primal he becomes, but Seot and Cifa have more than enough finesse in their arsenal to keep me happy. I wouldn’t change Larten’s powerful lovemaking for the empire.

  Since I was in the mood to control, pushing my Nobek’s limits was in order. When I lowered myself on him, I took in no more than an inch or so of his lengths. I remained crouched, staying utterly still, glorying in that small bit of possession.

  “Matara?” he grunted, staring at where we were barely joined. “Is something wrong?”

  “Not a thing,” I sighed. “I enjoy feeling you this way. Be a good boy and lie still while I soak in the moment.”

  He blinked at me. Confusion drew his brows together. He continued to gaze at our sexes, as if willing them to unite more fully. I watched frustration tighten his features.

  Larten shifted, as if to either warn or encourage me to get moving. I gave him the same expression I give Anrel when she’s misbehaving. �
�I told you to stay still. Don’t make me finish this by myself, because I will.”

  He froze. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he wondered whether or not I’d do it.

  I narrowed my gaze. “Don’t try me, Nobek. I’ll walk away if you don’t do as you’re told. You can lie here and suffer until Seot or Cifa come searching for you.”

  Fortunately for both of us, Larten opted to obey. With obvious effort, he settled down. His gaze glued itself to our sexes once more. I never thought a Nobek could be pitiful, but the yearning on his face made me feel sorry for him.

  Almost.

  With it once more established that I was in charge of our party, I lowered myself a touch more, enfolding more of those incredible cocks within. It was amazing to sense every minute instance of my body yielding to the pleasure of self-inflicted invasion. The widening of the tapered shafts rubbed in the most wonderful way against my entrances. Because I was paying attention to the details, burying Larten in my flesh became a profound experience. I noted each nuance of our slick sexes as they interlocked fraction by fraction. For such tiny movements, they packed a hell of a wallop. I’m not sure I’ve paid such intense attention to joining in my life.