Shalia's Diary #3 Read online

  “Sholt.”

  He released my breasts as the vibrations abruptly cut off. I wailed as if my heart had been broken, the agonizing need unrealized yet again. I couldn’t stop crying.

  “Shalia?”

  I gasped out an answer between my groaning sobs. “Yes, Master?”

  “What do you want right now?”

  Ha! Easy enough. I wanted the tormenting bastard to fuck me hard until I’d come a thousand times. I wanted him to ride me until he split me in two. I wanted him to drill me like he was searching for oil, to jackhammer me like he was taking up a sidewalk, to pound me until his dicks popped out of the top of my head. I wanted to fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck in all capital letters with exclamation points. That’s what I wanted.

  Even in my crazed state of brutal lust, I got the feeling that wasn’t the answer Oses was after. It was damned hard to think, but I finally believed I found the correct response, the one that might get me stuffed full of big, fat Kalquorian cocks in short order.

  “I want what my Master wishes of me.”

  The smile that came over that rough face lit me up like fireworks. I hurt like hell from unrealized climax, but it was worth it to see how happy I’d made Oses.

  He nodded his approval. “I hear the truth of that statement in your voice. Since what I wish is probably what you’re hoping for, we are both going to be pleased that you gave me that answer.”

  He stood and moved aside. “Get on the sleeping mat. Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.”

  It was a good thing I was expected to crawl, because no way could I walk to that mat though it was only a couple of feet away. Even crawling was an effort, my arms so shaky that my elbows kept unhinging. I had the crazy vision of myself powering across the floor with my frantic knees while my face slid over the coarse surface. Yeah, I’d introduce myself to everyone as ‘Matara Rug Burn’.

  Somehow my elbows held and I managed to shuffle my way to the waist-high bedding. I climbed that sleeping mat like it was Mount Everest and finally arrived at the top. I wasn’t one bit graceful about plopping over on my back, and I didn’t care. I splayed my legs wide open, my whole being centered on my aching pussy and what I needed to relieve it.

  Oses looked like sexual doom as he stood at the foot of the mat, looming over me with his face dark and intent. That big, scarred Nobek was scary as shit, but my body didn’t give a fuck. All it cared about was him shoving inside and granting me release.

  I put my hands back behind my neck, thinking that’s where he would want him. He nodded approval, and I could have cried in relief. As fearful as Oses looked, I was even more afraid of not pleasing him and therefore, not getting laid. I have never been so desperate to come my entire life.

  He slid that horrific vibrator off me, revealing my swollen red clit. His smile was cruel as he looked at my blatant arousal, and I knew what he was about to do. A moan escaped me even before he bent down and his big, broad tongue licked over it. When contact was made, I damned near jumped from the bed to the ceiling.

  “Pretty, needy pussy,” Oses growled in that wolf’s voice of his.

  Maybe he was just as horny as me. Maybe he’d pushed his own limits. All I know is that the teasing was blessedly over. Oses yanked his kilt off in an instant and crawled between my legs and over me. His cocks were huge swollen lengths, bobbing over my pussy and gleaming with lubrication. The larger dribbled pre-cum in its excitement. Oh yeah, I wasn’t the only one suffering here.

  Ready to fuck or not, Oses was still ready to exhibit his complete control over me. His arms scooped my legs so that they rested in the crooks of his elbows. Then he held one hand out to me.

  “Wrists,” was all he had to say.

  I immediately offered those to him, and he gathered them in that big hand. I felt as delicate as fine porcelain in his grip, my arms ready to shatter from the leashed strength I felt he possessed. He pressed my arms up over my head against the bed’s surface, pinning me.

  With his other hand, he placed those huge cocks where they needed to go. Damn, he was big. He might have been the biggest of all the men I’d been with.

  “Take me,” was the only warning I got from Oses. He started cramming me full.

  I gasped and opened myself to his assault. His lengths shoved into me, parting pussy and ass with no mercy. Not that I had the sense to ask for any. No, my poor body had all it could take, especially when that fullness rubbed right up against my interior hotspot. Oses hadn’t gotten halfway inside when I detonated.

  The climax was simply there, right at that moment, hauling me furiously into the maelstrom after having been denied for so long. There was a howling wind in my ears, flashing lightning before my eyes, and a gut-wrenching heaving that hurt more than it delighted. I’d never come so hard. It was like my insides twisted themselves in knots before trying to tear right the fuck out of my body. If I’d been able to pray, I’d have asked for death in that moment. It was that intense.

  My pussy was still clenching like a fist when I found enough of my senses to realize Oses was pounding hard and fast. He was fighting his own end for all he was worth, from what I could tell. His fangs were down, his eyes narrowed into slits, his jaw clenched. Every muscle was corded in effort, veins popping out like they would tear right through his skin. The man looked like pure destruction. If I’d had breath, I would have screamed at the look of him.

  He recognized I could see and hear again. Apparently, it wasn’t what he wanted. The hand not holding my wrists down went for my pussy. I found the air to cry out then, trying to ward him off. I couldn’t take it, not again.

  Oses made me take it. He seized my over-sensitive clit between his fingers and rubbed. “Again!” he roared.

  Once more, I descended into the depths of brutal orgasm. Once more, I lost all knowledge of anything but ecstatic suffering. My universe heaved in a roil of havoc.

  I have no idea when Oses got his. I only knew we were done when I found myself lying on top of Oses, who sprawled beneath me on the sleeping mat. His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, and his cocks twitched hard inside my pussy and ass. His every exhalation ended in a groan.

  It was a long time from when I found my brain again and when we were able to move. My head felt too heavy to rise, but I managed to do so just enough to look into Oses’ half-lidded eyes.

  “Were you trying to fucking kill me?” I asked. I didn’t add ‘Master’. Sex play for Shalia was over.

  He chuffed laughter, a weak sound for such a big, bad Nobek. “I think I nearly killed myself. Are you all right?”

  “You will fetch me a pain inhibitor,” I commanded, bossy now that we were done. “You will clean me off and tuck me in for a nice nap.”

  It was probably stupid of me to talk that way to such a controlling beast. However, Oses chuckled, as if indulging a cranky child. “With absolute pleasure,” he agreed, not affronted in the least.

  He only paused long enough to kiss me with such gentleness that I thought someone had come in and substituted a nice Oses for evil Oses. Or maybe it was that he appreciated getting laid by a woman for a change. Whatever it was that caused the switch, he took good care of me. He checked me over for actual injuries (there were none), getting me some protein drink and fruit, bathing me like a baby, and put me to bed. He even snuggled with me, and I cuddled happily in his wondrous warmth. I slept for three hours.

  Yeah, I’ll do that again ... in a week or two when I’m feeling brave.

  January 26

  I’m trying not to cry. Trying and failing miserably.

  Betra left me a message that we would be going through a vortex portal in four days ... what we Earthers commonly referred to as a ‘wormhole’. It will allow us to skip over about one hundred years worth of standard space travel in only twenty minutes’ time. This portal is a lot more stable than the one between Jupiter and Earth’s Bermuda Triangle, not to mention much more compressed. My understanding is we’ll go through a total of five of these things before
we get to Kalquor.

  The reason for me being so ‘woe-is-me’ is that after we go through this one, there will be a two-day delay when comming Earth. From that point on, all I can do is send and receive recorded messages.

  Me being the hopeless case that I am, I tried one last time to reach Dusa, Esak, and Weln. They didn’t pick up on their end ... surprise. I know I should have expected it, but I had really, really hoped they would at least let me have one last goodbye. Yeah, yeah, silly Shalia. How many ‘last’ goodbyes should a girl get? Ah, fuck. I’m crying again.

  Okay, so I did manage to reach my dads. Dad Nayun joined me in being weepy, which made me feel awful. There is nothing sadder than a seven-foot giant teddy bear of a Kalquorian with tears rolling down his cheeks. Dads Bitev and Rak kept patting him on the back and shoulders.

  “Stop it,” I begged him. “I’m never going to quit bawling if you don’t.”

  “I’m sorry, my daughter,” Nayun said, knuckling his eyes dry only to have them leak again. “It’s been hard enough not having you around, and now our Matara is on her way to Kalquor too, and I’m going to have to go through this all over again...”

  Dad Bitev shook his head. “You’d better sedate yourself, my Imdiko. I think perhaps you’ll be better off unconscious until we return home ourselves.”

  Rak was equally at a loss to deal with two crying family members. “I’m no good with this comforting shit. Shalia needs an Imdiko who’s not grieving. For that matter, our Imdiko needs an Imdiko.”

  That managed to crack me and Nayun up a little. Dad Rak grinned sheepishly. Like the Nobek he is, he said, “Someone give me a head to separate from someone’s shoulders. That I can manage.”

  It was Bitev who remembered Nayun’s weakness, and he used it on my Imdiko dad like a pro. “Go over what Shalia needs to know while she carries our grandchild.”

  I could have slugged him for that. In no time, Dad Nayun was all mother hen/drill sergeant, clucking worriedly and issuing orders. At least he stopped weeping, so I suppose it was for the best. Still, my temporarily dry eyes were soon doing their patented Shalia-roll. If Dad told me to report any strange symptoms to Dr. Tep once, he told me a thousand times. Meanwhile Bitev and Rak smothered snickers and hid their grins at my growing irritation. What a pair of buffoons.

  The goodbyes turned the waterworks back on. With them came more last-minute instructions on how to handle my pregnancy. Then Dad Bitev weighed in by telling me to study the customs of the various planets and space stations the ship would be stopping at on our way to Kalquor. “I can’t tell you to not get off the transport and enjoy shore leave, my daughter. However, I’ll feel better knowing you won’t run afoul of customs and laws you’re not familiar with,” he said worriedly. “Watch yourself on Dantovon especially.”

  Then Dad Rak issued warnings I was to pass on to potential suitor clans, since he wouldn’t be around to threaten them himself. Am I really supposed to tell those I’m going to date that making me cry will result in their bodies being slashed open from chin to cocks? Actually, it might be fun to relay that message just to see the looks on people’s faces.

  Finally I found myself staring at the blank space where the vid image of my fathers had been standing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone.

  I was already missing them before this. Now it’s so much worse knowing they won’t be able to respond to me right away anymore. This sucks.

  Fuck this. I’m going back to bed. Betra can wake me up when we get to Kalquor.

  January 27

  One should not let orgy-loving friends attempt to pull her out of a funk. Why? Because orgy-loving friends will try to lift one’s spirits by taking her to an orgy.

  Yes, I let myself get roped into one of Katrina’s parties. I was bummed out about the coming portal jump and being two days out of com reach of my dads. I’ll admit, this amount of distance also makes it feel like the absolute end of me and Clan Dusa. I’m in mourning.

  Katrina’s answer to everything negative is sex. Candy is getting to where she acts the same. They kept enthusing how much fun they were having with all those boys until I thought, well why not? Screwing a bunch of Kalquorian men has got to be better than sitting around moping. Heaven knows, Betra is still on his high horse after Oses touched his hair and Oses is too busy being a weapons commander to bother with me right now. I knew from experience that sex is an awesome distraction.

  So I presented myself at Katrina’s quarters with Candy at my side. When we got there, easily a dozen men were already stuffed tight in the sitting room. Candy walked in like a princess, waving and blowing kisses to the chorus of appreciative howls. She flipped her short little skirt up just to show them all she wore no panties. Good heavens. I’m no prude by any stretch, but there’s flirting and then there’s ringing the dinner bell.

  I had on a top and skirt too, though mine covered a heck of a lot more. If I flipped the hem of my skirt, all anyone would have seen was the backs of my knees. Wild temptress, that’s me. My blouse was sleeveless, at any rate. Go Shalia, you bare-shouldered vixen.

  Candy didn’t bother with niceties of a few drinks and conversation. That girl had fallen off the virgin truck harder and faster than anyone I could imagine. She simply stood there, looking at her options before pointing at two fellows: a Nobek and one whose breed I wasn’t entirely sure of.

  “You and you,” she announced. She flounced off to the bedroom and her two choices wasted no time following, their smiles triumphant.

  That left me standing in the middle of the room under the eyes of the remaining group. I noticed one other woman from our group, Bethany the former waitress, sitting in a corner with one Imdiko-looking guy. They were snuggling and whispering.

  “Well, don’t just sit there,” Katrina called in a commanding voice. “Show Shalia your manners, boys. Someone get her a drink ... oh but mind the baby. Better make it leshella.”

  If Candy had entered like a princess, Katrina sat among her subjects like a queen. A naked queen. Holy smokes.

  She was in the midst of four big muscled bodies, just as naked as hers. Her fair skin glimmered against all that dark brown nudity. One man rubbed her feet, calves, and thighs. Two sat on either side of her, running their hands up and down her torso, stroking and occasionally kissing her breasts. They also fed her bits of food from a nearby platter and held her cup for her to sip from. The fourth had Katrina reclining against him as he rubbed her shoulders.

  Sodom and Gomorrah had nothing on Katrina’s quarters. I’m sure of it.

  The remaining five men were on their feet in a second. They were in various states of undress too, though all had at least a pair of shorts or pants on. Before I could sort out what was happening, I was sitting in the midst of all those men. The next thing I knew, I was being petted and cuddled, fed and wined just like Katrina.

  “Easy boys, easy. Shalia isn’t used to more than three at a time,” Katrina chortled. “Sweet, aren’t they? Damn, I love these Kalquorians.”

  One big bruiser, surely a Nobek, flared his nostrils wide as he tilted a glass full of leshella to my lips. “That smell ... Matara, you are making my head swim.”

  Another who looked like he might have been a Dramok said, “You must be one of the rare ones that has that effect with pregnancy.”

  “That’s what they tell me,” I managed to say.

  My own head was swimming. Not shy in the least, the men surrounding me got friendly in a hurry, uncovering skin and touching. I’d barely sat down and I was already being sensuously mauled.

  My first instinct was to shove them all away, to jump up and run for my quarters. It was too much, too fast. But to go off just to be alone with my sad thoughts? To have to deal with isolation that would only be getting worse when we made the portal jump?

  So I stayed and played. The leshella and intoxicating bites made everything sweet for a little while. I lay at the epicenter of a sinuous nest of arms, legs, bodies, and cocks. They slithered over me, beneath m
e, through me. Mouths and hands investigated every single inch of me over and over. I was filled in every way possible, my body absorbing the eager flesh of men time and again. Pussy, ass, and mouth drew on cocks that poured their pleasure into me.

  I climaxed more times than I can count in the drifting dream of too many faces and bodies. From time to time voices whispered in my ear, “Come for me, Matara. Let me know I have satisfied you.” Physically, it was not a struggle to obey their pleas. My body responded to handling both firm and gentle, and that part was at least made happy.

  I chased orgasm like a dog chases a cat. During those few precious seconds, I had no regrets or concerns. The horrid loneliness ceased to be. If I hadn’t finally faded from exhaustion, I would probably still be there, opening myself to all Katrina’s boys, letting them blur the pain with sex.