Shalia's Diary Book 11 Read online

  “Neither of you would put up with it,” Cifa snickered. “Ancestors, it’s a miracle we didn’t strangle each other.”

  I looked at them, stupefied. They seemed like they clicked perfectly all the time. I couldn’t imagine them otherwise.

  Cafir noticed. “There are always growing pains in a newly-formed relationship, Shalia. It’s hard to live with people one isn’t used to. Even harder to adapt to the compromises that make relationships work, no matter how deeply you love each other.”

  Seot winced with a good-natured smile. “I forgot the many bumps in the road that occurred for us back then. Maybe this is a good thing we’re all involved in the initial stages of therapy, even though Shalia came to you for her own problems.”

  “I’m glad you think so, Dramok. I want to see Shalia once a week to start. I think it would do your entire clan good if you attend sessions once a month. How do you feel about it?”

  “For my clan and Matara, I’m agreeable to whatever needs to be done.”

  Cifa and Larten nodded their agreement. My heart filled to know they put that much importance on our union. I’m not sure I deserve those three, but I’m going to do my best to make them not regret clanning me.

  “Another weekly assignment I want to give you is to establish a date night or fun day for the adults only, without Anrel.” Cafir smiled at the baby. “She’s rightly the focus for her parents, but you also need to concentrate on each other on a regular basis. Do what you must to get precious alone time that your relationship requires.”

  “Good thing there are plenty of people constantly willing to keep her for me,” I chuckled.

  “Excellent. I’m glad to hear there will be no problem.” Cafir tapped on her handheld. “Same day and hour, a week from today, Shalia?”

  I’m assuming the next appointment is where the hard work begins. I’d better load up on the fun before I have to unwrap the mystery of me.

  January 4

  The dinner party celebrating our clanship was a huge success. Cifa’s parents were able to come, along with his siblings and their clans, of course. Two of Seot’s parents, who with the rest of their clan live on the other side of Kalquor, couldn’t break away from their work on such short notice. Because of that, none of them came, though they apologized profusely and swore to make it up to us. Larten’s parents live off-world on the moon Lobam. They also couldn’t get away.

  Though I’m eager to meet Seot and Larten’s parents, it was nice to concentrate on only one set of in-laws at a time. And what a group my Imdiko’s family is when they all gather together. I’m afraid I’m petty enough to have enjoyed Cifa’s parent clan jumping on his brother’s case whenever Erom started acting like…well, himself.

  I adore Erom. I really do. He’s a great person and fun to have around, but his penchant for mischief and smartass remarks can get to be too much. It doesn’t help that his clan has a tendency to egg him on, especially his Imdiko Habo. They’re a wild bunch. I got such a kick out of how his mother, Matara Migeg, can shut him up with a glare.

  Cifa’s mom is indeed an imposing specimen. She might be over a hundred years old, but she’s built like a bull. Talk about a solid wall of Kalquorian. Migeg must be one and a half times the weight of Cifa’s Imdiko father Pidoxt. She makes me think of an old-fashioned grand dame, the kind that rules whatever room she’s in simply by sheer force of her personality and size. I felt pixie-ish next to her.

  I have the notion Cifa is her favorite child, or at least the one she doesn’t experience the need to judge too quickly. Her eyes shine when she looks at him, and she takes exception when any of his fathers question anything he does. “Oh, Cifa knows what he’s about. Let him be,” was something I heard her say more than once. That attitude seemed to carry over to me. Since Cifa can do no wrong as far as Migeg is concerned, I had to be the perfect woman for him. Apparently, he wouldn’t have chosen anyone less than amazing. Which makes me wonder how bad it’s going to be when I do make a mistake and she finds out about it. Yikes!

  As usual, Anrel was everyone’s favorite person. Migeg lost all her bullish characteristics the instant she held the baby to her enormous bosom. “Oh, beautiful baby!” she gushed. “Let your grandmother give you a kiss. And another. Oh, this sweet face needs to be covered with kisses!”

  Anrel, whose eyes had been wide when she first saw the woman mountain bearing down on her, laughed happily as she was adored. Migeg couldn’t have been more besotted with the newest family member.

  “It’s been so long since I held a little baby. So precious! So perfect! Shalia, I insist you give me a dozen more grandchildren every bit as remarkable.” Migeg turned tough again long enough to tell Ila and Erom, “It wouldn’t hurt you two to start your families either. Ila, you’ve been clanned in full for five years. Erom, it’s been three for you. What are you waiting for?” Then she returned to gushing over Anrel, her eyes shining with love and delight.

  Cifa’s Dramok father Trebix is the male version of Migeg, with a lot less chest. He’s a ton of bluster and orders, with plenty of heart behind it. His laugh fills a room. He enjoys his kloq almost as well as his food. I’ve never seen anyone put away so much.

  Their Nobek Dohun is typical of his breed…brooding, dangerous, quiet. His gaze, whomever it falls upon, seems to size people up and find them wanting. He looks mean as hell, but when I locked gazes with him, he dipped a nod and gave me a smile. His version of a smile, at any rate. It seemed as if it hurt him to appear pleasant, more like he was grimacing.

  I get the idea it’s how his face is naturally. Each time we spoke, he was courteous and even warm. He was fascinated with the news that I’m committed to physical training. He praised me for doing so. “You never know what trouble can come your way,” he said in his low, deep voice. “A person must be ready to fight, no matter how secure their circumstances may seem.” He and I are in great agreement on that account.

  Cifa’s Imdiko father Pidoxt has to be the source of Erom’s penchant for trouble. He’s not as obnoxious as Erom, thank goodness, but he does have a wicked sense of sarcasm and a devious grin. At one point during the dinner, Trebix demanded of the catering attendant how his cup could have become empty. “Did I not say to keep it full?” he bellowed.

  Pidoxt leaned back with a smirk and told the attendant, “Oh, just bring him a kestarsh trough that he can wallow in. Who gives a cup to an animal in the first place?” Rather than respond with anger, Trebix responded with a window-shaking laugh. As did we all.

  It was a lot of fun to meet Cifa’s parents in person. It was great to see Elwa and Migeg get along. Elwa, it turns out, has a penchant for salacious gossip, a trait she indulged in when it turned out she and Migeg knew some of the same clans. It was amusing to the rest of us to hear some of the stories of high-ranking Kalquorians not behaving their best.

  Katrina, with her unapologetic wit and foul mouth, was a hit with the pair. Fortunately, my friend waited until Anrel was in bed before she got all the way wound up. Once young, tender ears were out of hearing, Katrina shared some outrageous stories from our trip on the Pussy ‘Porter, ensuring the Kalquorian women’s devotion. Migeg and Elwa hung on Katrina’s every word with breathless delight. Joelle laughed until her face turned as red as her hair. Candy kept hiding her face in her hands. I’m not sure if she was embarrassed by Katrina’s wild tales or overcome with hilarity.

  My clanship was toasted a million times. We must have gone through oceans of kloq, bohut, and leshella. No one was steady on their feet by the end of dinner. Thank goodness Cifa had arranged for shuttle pilot service.

  On their way out, Katrina and Candy asked me about my visit to the therapist. As I’d suspected they might, they instantly offered to keep Anrel for my date nights. “We’ll make it overnight stays,” Katrina said. “Because we know how a date night should end…with someone hogtied in a compromising position.”

  Given how my night turned out after everyone left, Katrina might be a prophet.

  As s
oon as the door closed behind the last departing guest, Seot swept me up in his arms. Unmindful of the catering staff moving at top speed to clear our dinner, he carried me off to the sleeping room. He already had my clothes flying off by the time Cifa and Larten caught up to us.

  “Help!” I called unconvincingly to the other half of our clan.

  “Too late. You’re already naked,” Larten said. “But I’ll be glad to do the rest.” He shoved Seot aside and tossed me onto the sleeping mat. Before he could jump on me, Seot grabbed him. The two men wrestled across the floor.

  Cifa snickered and stepped past the struggling pair. He climbed on top of me and managed to get in a kiss before the others noticed. They pulled him off and wrestled with him too.

  I lay watching the three nutjobs, laughing at them as each man would try to slip away to ravish me, only to be pulled back by the other two. “Me first!” was the battle cry.

  They went at it for so long, I began to think it would be a case of ‘me never’. I was tipsy enough to come up with my own ridiculous response to the whole thing. I went to the cache of sex toys, got my favorite vibrator, slipped into bed, and began pleasuring myself.

  That got their attention. They forgot about fighting each other and came at me like a pack of wolves. Much better.

  “Oh please, don’t stop wrestling each other on my account,” I jibed as the vibe was pulled from me. “I’ve got things covered here.”

  “We take care of our Matara,” Larten snarled. “Your pleasure is our duty.”

  “If you insist.” I giggled uncontrollably despite their intent expressions. “I just thought that since you were busy, I’d rely on my own resources. I have two able hands, you know.”

  I tried to demonstrate, which didn’t win me any points. Instead, the guys found some silky cords in our naughty collection. In short order, my wrists were bound and tethered to a hook on the headboard. Then my ankles were fixed to a metal spreader bar. That was also attached to the headboard, leaving my toes pointed in that direction. In other words, I was made incredibly vulnerable, with my pussy open and ass curled up off the mat’s surface. I wasn’t sure whether to cheer my flexibility or bemoan it at that point.

  “So you like playing with this pussy?” Seot asked as he turned on the vibrator they’d taken from me. “My pussy? The pussy you should have requested permission to enjoy?”

  He didn’t give me a chance to answer. The vibrator pressed against my clit, sending raw, grasping need through me. I howled in miserable ecstasy, knowing the torment had only begun.

  Seot held the thrumming instrument to my sensitive bud. Heat and sensation built as Larten came to the bed—I hadn’t even noticed he’d gone until he returned. He held a heavy, black rubber paddle. The sight of my coming punishment brought extra excitement surging to my clit.

  “One moment, my Nobek,” Cifa said, crawling up beside me. Damn, had he gone off to the toy bin too? The long, silver chain and nipple clamps in his hand verified that suspicion. I couldn’t figure out why he’d also brought a square of cloth, but I knew I’d find out what he was up to soon enough. His angelic, cutie-pie face was completely at odds with the pain he was about to deal to me, as was the delighted smile he wore.

  Seot paused playing with my clit to slide the vibrator into my pussy. He fucked me with slow, leisurely strokes while Cifa plucked a nipple to make it stiffen and swell. I shook all over as anticipation swamped me, adding to the incredible sensations rampaging from their attentions.

  Cifa attached what I thought of as an alligator clamp to the first nipple. I hissed as deliciously sharp pain stabbed into my breast. The clamp had a clip, which would allow him to hook weights on it if he wished. I eyed the slender metal chain he held, thinking it would play a part in his breast torture…though due to the position I was in, I couldn’t imagine what he planned to use such a long length for.

  Seot pushed the vibrator deep inside and altered the angle so that it rubbed against my interior hotspot. I cried out to feel pleasure roiling, forgetting the hurt of my clamped nipple.

  I remembered when Cifa pinched the other nipple, twisting it a little to gift me a jolt of pain. Seot pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and pressed it to my clit once more. My poor brain was verging on overload, hardly able to discern pain from pleasure.

  Cifa placed the second clamp. I cried out at the jagged shards that erupted within my breast. I cried out again as Seot rubbed the humming vibe against my clit and shoved two fingers in my cunt. Agony was merging with ecstasy, the lines between them growing blurrier by the second.

  I was barely aware of Cifa attaching each end of the chain to the clamps. I regained sense in time to wonder what he was up to as he draped the looped middle over the spreader bar between my ankles, which was directly over my head. The silvery links swung about a couple of inches above my face.

  Cifa wrapped the square of cloth around the middle links. “Open your mouth.” I did so and immediately yelped as he pulled the cloth-wrapped chain down. He placed it between my teeth, stretching my breasts to taut points. “Bite down. Your job is to keep this tight.”

  Great. I was to be the instrument of my own misery. I did as I was told, for my Imdiko’s pleasure. I whimpered at the painful pull.

  But Seot was still finger-fucking me, still playing the vibrator around my throbbing clit, helping to distract me from the torture. At least it distracted me until Cifa plucked at the chain like he played a harp. Agony thrummed through my breasts, but Seot kept playing with me. Once more, hurt and arousal began to unite. The two began to concentrate into a single powerful feeling. Yet was it torment or passion? I swayed between them, unable to settle on either. Sometimes I felt sure I was in too much pain to bear another second. The next second, I was swept up in lust so fervid that I thought I must explode at any second from the power of it.

  I’d gotten so lost in the raging storm of what Seot and Cifa did to me that I’d completely forgotten Larten and his rubber paddle. I remembered in a hurry when Seot slid his fingers out of my pussy. He continued to rub the vibe against my clit, but as he licked my juices from his fingers, he moved back to allow the avid-eyed Nobek access to my upraised ass.

  Larten didn’t give me a moment to think anything beyond oh shit before he flicked the paddle. A hearty smack filled the air. Pain bloomed white-hot on one cheek. I yelped and almost let go of the chain tormenting my boobs.

  “Careful,” Cifa warned me with that sweet-as-sugar smile. “You won’t enjoy what happens if you let go. The punishment for not holding onto the chain is a cunt spanking. Larten’s paddle on your poor, sensitive pussy will not feel good at all.”

  He was right about that. I bit down harder than ever an instant before my other ass cheek received its first swat. I kept my jaw clenched, but managed to utter a pretty intelligible curse word.

  Larten chuckled. His amusement didn’t grant me any relief from the spanking, however. He set about making sure the whole of my rear was roasting.

  Pain should have taken center stage, and for several moments, it did. However, I have that streak in me that enjoys being put in vulnerable positions from which there is no escape. It wasn’t too terribly long before the paddling began to warp into something besides punishment. The heat of Larten’s attentions joined the erotic fire of Seot’s clit play. Even the ache of Cifa’s tugs on the links excited me. Though I knew it wouldn’t be delightful in any way, the fantasy of letting go of the chain, leading to Larten using the paddle on my helpless cunt as I screamed and writhed helplessly, fed my passion until I was on the brink of orgasm.

  “Pretty pussy wants to come,” Seot said, his grin knowing. “I see it trembling and twitching.”

  I moaned. I was close to climax, all right. It wouldn’t take much to send me over.

  Seot said something to Larten in Kalquorian. Between the steady smacks on my ass and him speaking faster than I could interpret, I missed whatever it was. However, Larten responded by spanking me faster than before, the rubber rat-a
-tatting in a blurry storm against my flesh. At the same time, Seot increased the vibrator’s speed and pressed it hard against my clit.

  I nearly opened my mouth to yell as sensation reached a heady peak. I remembered not to do so a bare half-second before orgasm crested and crashed down on me.

  As soon as the first spasm walloped me, Larten stopped spanking and moved out of the way for our Dramok. Seot knelt between my legs, burrowing his cocks into me as climax rolled through. Feeling him shove in brought me harder than before. A thin scream trailed between my clenched teeth. One wave after another shuddered through me as Seot took me hard and fast.

  “Yes. Yes!” he shouted, thrusting and increasing the vibe’s speed another notch. “Come for me. Come around my cock. Oh ancestors, yes.”

  I sobbed as the friction inside and out forced a series of tremors from my body. Seot was not kind, but he was thorough. He forced me to climax until I thought my pussy would turn itself inside out. I begged him through clamped teeth to come too, so that I could stop. I don’t know if he could understand any of what I said, but it was obvious he was intent on torturing me with my own lust. I almost cried with relief when his primary cock at last jolted inside me, pouring his pleasure and stopping the assault.