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  October 3

  Nang commed me first thing this morning, asking me to help him with the presentation he’s going to give my fellow Earthers. With nothing else to do, I was more than happy to swing by his office. You’d think I’d have the good sense to know Nang would be after more than my brilliant advice. That man doesn’t give up easily.

  To give the man his due, he did have some professional questions before he started in on me. He wanted to know how to phrase stuff, how to appear genuine and friendly, and how to not come off as the Almighty Conquering Kalquorian. We worked on his expressions and tone of voice.

  I took the opportunity to mention Matt King to him. That guy has some smooth ways about him, including the ability to make you feel like he wants to be your very best friend. Nang is a good guy, but a little on the pushy side. I thought he could benefit from a few lessons on how to schmooze. Matt King seemed the perfect person to show him.

  “This man came up to you while you were eating dinner with the youngsters again? Just like that, out of the blue? He wasn’t rude to the kids?” Nang asked.

  I rolled my eyes. “Nang, don’t be condescending when it comes to Dusa and Esak. I like them. They’re incredibly sweet, and we have fun. Why can’t you just accept they got to me first?”

  “I have no problem with that. What I don’t understand is why you won’t give me a chance too. You know I can satisfy you sexually. I’m more mature than they are and can talk about more important things than kurble matches and lemanthev music.”

  “Your clanmates don’t like women.”

  “But I do. You said you’re not looking to clan yet anyway.”

  “Ugh,” I growled at him. I stood to pace the room. “I told you my whole monogamy issue thing. Look, the other Earthers are starting to believe I’m not an utter whore. Why would I jeopardize that by making it easier for them to find out I’m hopping from Kalquorian to Kalquorian?”

  Nang folded his arms over his massive, chiseled, delicious chest (yeah, I have the hots for him though I’m fighting it with all I’ve got). He smiled without attempting to conceal his smug attitude. “I bet if you and I made love, with actual intercourse, you’d narrow it down to just me.”

  “Not too full of yourself, are you?” Sheesh, the man’s ego was unbelievable.

  “I’m an experienced man. They are boys. Kiss me and tell me there isn’t a difference.”

  I knew there was a difference. I noticed it every time I was foolish enough to let Nang to get his lips on me.

  I sighed. “I am not going to kiss you, Nang. I will not deny that I lose all my good sense every time we get frisky with each other. Nor will I pretend that you don’t drive every sane thought right out of my head. That’s why I am not going to let you touch me.”

  He grinned, as if I had challenged him. Maybe that’s what he saw it as. He started walking towards me. No, he was slinking towards me, like a cat on the prowl for a nice, juicy Shalia mouse. “Maybe I could get you on my desk again. Bend you facedown over it, spread your legs wide. Pin you down so you can’t escape while I fill your sweet, tight ass with my primary cock. Wouldn’t you like to feel it filling you, driving into you over and over?”

  I was backing away towards his door, trying hard not to run. I’ve heard if you run from a Nobek, he can’t help but chase you down and then fuck or kill you. I didn’t know if it was the same story for a Dramok, and I wasn’t willing to find out.

  Nang’s grin was growing by the second as he stalked me, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. “I smell you, Shalia. You’re aroused.”

  Yeah, he was right about that. My heart was hammering, my mouth was dry, and he was scaring the heck out of me. But my panties had installed a swimming pool nonetheless. I have some pretty weird urges when it comes to big, bad Kalquorians.

  My voice was trembling and I knew he could hear it. I said, “Nang, I am leaving. You are going to let me go, because if you don’t I will scream my head off and bring everyone running.”

  “You won’t scream.” He was only an arm’s length away now. I backed into the closed door of his office and fumbled for the knob.

  “Shalia,” Nang whispered, taking that final step to loom over me. I wasn’t getting out. I wasn’t going to scream, and I wasn’t going to escape. I looked up at the huge Dramok and waited for him to touch me in the ways he knew how, the ways that I couldn’t help but surrender to.

  Instead he bent down to press his lips to my forehead. His fingers caressed my cheek. He bent further to whisper in my ear. “Sooner or later, you will come to me. You will give yourself to me willingly. And when I am inside you, when we are at last fully joined, when I am fucking your beautiful body and you are screaming with the greatest pleasure you have ever known, you will wonder why you resisted for so long.”

  With that Nang straightened. Still with that damnable smug smile, he turned away and went to his desk. I stared as he settled down to work without another look at me.

  Jerk. I hope I have the strength to never prove him right.

  October 3, later

  Oh my gosh, I can barely keep my eyes open. It is so late. I wanted to put down the latest before I go to sleep.

  Not that there is anything earthshaking to report. I spent the last few hours with Dusa after Mom went to sleep. I got her Nobek guard to promise to contact me if she woke or anything. It’s nice to have our own bodyguards in that it allows me to go visiting my sweetie pies without worrying so much. Esak was on duty though, so it was just me and Dusa. I was happy to spend some time with him seeing as how I’d been hot and bothered by Nang’s flirting-stalking thing. And no, I did not mention that to my young Dramok friend.

  When I arrived, Dusa had a glass of wine waiting for me. We sat down at the small table in his room, and he said, “I need to tell you something, Shalia. And I want to ask for your help.”

  Let’s see … Dusa has rescued me, saved my life, and made me like sex a whole lot more than is proper. Of course I told him, “Name it and it’s done.”

  He grinned at me. “I’ve decided I want to clan Weln as my Imdiko. He’s a perfect match for me and Esak.”

  I was glad to not feel weirded out by the whole dude-with-dude thing. “It sounds good to me. Weln is always there for Mom, absolutely patient with whatever stunts she pulls and protective as well. He’s got my vote. What can I do?”

  Dusa seemed delighted to have my approval. “The problem is that it’s too soon to ask him. We’ve only just met and our schedules don’t allow us much time together. But I know he’s the Imdiko for me and Esak. There is no doubt in our minds about that.”

  I nodded. “It’s kind of like … love at first sight? That’s something we Earthers say when we meet the right one and know right away.”

  I wasn’t sure ‘love’ was the appropriate term, given Dusa and Weln were men. Yes, yes, I know Kalquorian men are usually bisexual. So I guess I’m a little weirded out after all. So much for open-mindedness. I’ll deal with it, okay?

  Appropriate or not, Dusa’s grin got bigger. “Yes, it is just like that. Esak says he knew Weln was meant to be our clanmate immediately too.”

  “But Weln doesn’t know that?”

  “I’m not sure. I’ve seen him with a couple of other Dramoks and their Nobeks. He’s being courted rather heavily, which is no surprise given what a good Imdiko he is. Besides that, there aren’t as many of his breed as there are Nobeks and Dramoks.”

  I hadn’t known that. “Are you saying Imdikos are rare?”

  “There are half as many caregivers as there are Nobeks. They aren’t as nonexistent as Kalquorian Mataras, but it can be difficult to find a good Imdiko. They get clanned pretty young.”

  Boy, I am never going to get used to Kalquorian society. “So you’ve got some competition for Weln’s affections, I suppose.”

  “Right. I don’t want Esak dangling other Dramoks and Nobeks off any high places either.”

  That got us laughing. At the same time I thought, yikes.
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  Dusa said, “So I wondered if you would put in a good word with Weln for me and Esak? He likes you a lot, you know. He says Matara Eve is lucky to have such a dedicated daughter as you.”

  I was startled. Weln thought that highly about me? I thought back to a few weeks ago before Mom and I had come to the Academy, when we’d been hiding in a house and starving. I’d not been very nice to Mom then because I’d been completely stressed out. Hell, I’d even contemplated smothering her to death so she wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. No doubt Weln’s good opinion would come crashing down if he knew about those desperate thoughts.

  Swallowing the sudden lump in my throat, I told Dusa, “I’d be glad to tell him how wonderful I think you two are. It would be the truth.”

  Dusa gave me his brightest, sweetest smile. “Thank you, Shalia. I will be forever grateful.”

  “Of course, I think you should earn my praise.”

  When he gave me a puzzled, concerned look, I arched my eyebrow at him. Then I blatantly stared at his crotch.

  Dusa laughed at my antics. “Oh please, let me. I’ll work very hard to prove my case to you.”

  Which he did. Moments later I was naked on my back on the bed, and his face was buried in my pussy. His lips and teeth tugged at my nether lips, making me groan. I ground my crotch against his mouth until I received a few sharp smacks on my rear for being too demanding.

  “Why can’t I ever be in control?” I asked, though in all truth I was happy to lay there and be served.

  “Because I am the Dramok. I am in control.”

  “Come on. Can’t I be on top for once?”

  “You on top? Of me?” Dusa started to laugh, then he abruptly got serious. “You know, that is actually not a bad idea, Shalia. Of course I’ll let you be on top.”

  “Really?” There was something devious in his expression that made me doubtful of his intentions.

  “Yes.” Dusa rose up from between my legs … oh sadness … and laid down next to me. He patted his groin just above his perky penises. “Up you go.”

  Well all right, I thought. I clambered on top of my big boy and settled myself on those gorgeous cocks. I was so ready to ride my mighty stallion, ha-ha.

  I discovered a problem almost immediately. Kalquorians are big, and I don’t mean just sex organs. They are big all over. Big enough that an Earther girl’s knees don’t quite hit the bed when she’s sitting on one. I realized I was going to have to get my feet under me in a squat to make it happen.

  “No Shalia, just lean forward and brace your hands on my chest,” Dusa said.

  “I don’t see how that is going to work,” I told him after considering.

  “Trust me. It will work great.”

  I decided to humor him, if only to prove he was wrong and I was right. So I leaned forward, placing my hands on his chest. Okay, so I could dig my toes in and move back and forth that way, but I still thought the squat position would give me more range of movement.

  Before I could point that out, Dusa grabbed hold of my hips. His grin was evil. “Now we both get what we want. You’re on top and I’m in control.”

  I opened my mouth to ask him what the hell he was talking about when his hands powered me upward, lifting my butt towards the ceiling. His cocks slipped deliciously outward, coming close to escaping me. He reversed then, yanking me back down while shoving his groin up. We met with a meaty smack.

  He hit every good part of me when he did that, making my insides seize with bright rapture. With one thrust, I was on the brink of orgasm. I yelled, my fingernails digging into his chest.

  “I thought you would like that,” Dusa smirked. He picked me up again, forcing me to balance on his chest.

  “This isn’t quite what I was talking about when I said I wanted to be on top,” I gasped.

  “It’s what you’re going to get.”

  The next instant I was on my way down again, yanked down into another gut-wrenching, climax-begging crash. My mouth opened wide in reaction as ecstasy bolted through me. “Dusa!” I screamed.

  “That’s what I enjoy hearing; you screaming my name,” he growled.

  Up I went once more, with me leaning against my arms and hanging on for dear life. I had no choice but to keep my arms braced, which meant I had no way to stop the demanding Kalquorian.

  Our sexes pounded against one another. Another blast of erotic elation. I was so close. I shuddered and spasmed in warning.

  Dusa lifted and jerked me down twice in quick succession. That did it. Orgasm seized my body and tore me apart in a gorgeous cataclysm. I wailed and thrashed as pulses rolled through me. My arms went out from under me, tumbling me onto my lover’s body.

  When I recovered my voice, I groaned, “You beautiful bastard. That was over too fast.”

  “Who said it was over?” he growled menacingly in my ear.

  “What?” I struggled to pick my head up to look into his face.

  Dusa grinned at me. It wasn’t a nice smile by any means. “I bet I can make you do it again. Maybe several times.”

  With that warning, he was moving my hips again, pounding his cocks into me hard and fast. I could only slide up and down his torso, his power too great to halt. The position put my clit right up against him, rubbing hard against his warm, firm flesh. There was no protection from the rising tide of renewed climax.

  I’m not sure how many times he brought me. Maybe it was only one long, sustained release that kept growing and crashing, heightening over and over until my mind shattered. It felt like forever before Dusa finally uttered a massive groan and I felt his cocks jerk inside me.

  We lay for a long time afterward, gasping like landed fish. I couldn’t have walked if a hundred Tragooms crashed into the room to attack us. Jesus, Mohammed, and Moses, that man wore me out.

  Finally Dusa said, “Yes, you should be on top from time to time. Thank you for bringing that to my attention.”

  I muttered, “Bad Kalquorian. Bad Kalquorian. Death by orgasm sounds better than it actually is.”

  He sighed hugely. It was the sound of a satisfied man.

  I made him carry me home. I thought I might never walk again. My Nobek guard’s eyes were wide in awe during the whole trip. After Dusa put me into my bed and just before he closed the door behind his exit, I heard the guard ask, “Dramok, do you already have a Nobek?”

  Yeah, Dusa is pretty impressive. I think Nang might have to put aside his stellar opinion of being the better lover.

  October 4

  Holy smokes, we came under attack today. Somebody, or rather a bunch of somebodies, opened fire on the sentries at the Academy’s three entrances. They had it timed just right too, when shifts change. As the Kalquorian guards switch off, they exchange information, orders, so on and so forth. They were a bit distracted and caught by surprise.

  From what Weln told me when he escorted Mom to our dorm, a bunch of Earthers outside the Academy ran up and started shooting percussion blasters at the Kalquorian sentries. Then an unmanned shuttle was sent through the main entrance to crash through the gates, causing a big explosion and several fires. Then more blaster fire hit as Kalquorians tried to guard against what they thought was an invasion attempt.

  After heavy firing that lasted about ten minutes, the blasting ended. Just like that, it was over with four Nobeks younger than Dusa and Esak dead. It’s awful and I keep thinking how glad I am Esak wasn’t on duty at the gates. He’s usually outside the Academy helping to track down Earthers who need help, and that to me is even more dangerous than guarding … or at least it should be. Those poor boys. None of those who died were clanned, from my understanding. No doubt they have parents though, parents who will grieve for them just as any Earther mother and father would.

  Meanwhile, there is a lot of damage to clean up. Construction has already started to make a barricade at the main entrance. We’re under lockdown again while the situation is examined by Nang and his officers. He commed to let me know the lockdown would probably be over by to
morrow morning. He sounded pretty pissed off and frustrated by the attack.

  Nang didn’t have long to talk, but he did tell me, “The attack wasn’t to gain entry, apparently. They only wanted to kill and intimidate. They accomplished the murdering part.”

  Nang didn’t let the Monroe women’s bodyguards leave us this time. He’s not taking any chances that someone will take advantage of the confusion like they did when Mom was taken. Dusa commed to check on us and to make sure we are protected as well.

  Look at me with all these Kalquorian knights in shining armor! Could a girl get any luckier? Still, as much as I enjoy having the attention and would miss my alien friends, a big part of me looks forward to getting out of this nightmare.