Shalia's Diary Book 12 Page 7

  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 usually 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 to 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 so 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 untidy mess 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 have to 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 his shafts jerked. A woman does need the man she loves to tell her she’s attractive now and again. I try not to fish for compliments, so it’s wonderful when they’re offered so readily.

  “Now 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 all 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 he knew 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 suppose 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 all too easy to lean over and close my lips over his pri
mary shaft.

  Larten writhed as I sank down, taking him deep. Again, it was a heady sense of power, strengthening me once more. 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. In that instance, I was all about the delights of devouring and being devoured.

  Larten’s musky-sweet-spicy flavor filled my head, adding 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 did give myself a few more minutes of enjoying his tongue. Hey, 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.

  Groaning to deny myself immediate gratification, I lifted 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 turned me weak all over.

  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, “No. 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 sometimes 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 that I held.

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

  “Not one 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 will 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.

  Meanwhile, Larten’s stare remained avid on what I did to him. His fists clenched, but he offered no attempt to work his will. Perhaps he sensed our connection as keenly as I did. Does he enjoy the same things about surrender as I do? Was it a relief to not have to do anything but accept his mistress’s desires? To be excused from all the responsibility? To find fulfillment in serving?

  I didn’t ask. It would have disrupted the moment to get philosophical. I didn’t want to distract him from the pleasure that left him quivering beneath me.

  Inch by inch, I descended. At last, my weight settled on him. I sighed to be filled and sat there for a few seconds, glorying in having my Nobek deep inside me. His chest moved quickly, rising and falling with excitement as he looked me over. I was a conqueror, astride my prize.

  I leaned back, planting a hand behind me, between Larten’s legs. My feet braced on the floor, on either side of his ribs. The position pressed his primary cock against my interior hotspot with crotch-melting force. It felt astounding.

  “I’m going to take you now,” I told him. “You will come when I tell you. Not before.”

  His eyes widened. A growl trickled free. Larten appeared elated with the order.

  I rose and fell over him, taking my time as I exulted in the streamers of molten bliss that danced through me from the friction of our sexes. Prophets and ancestors, it started as rapture, and got better from there.

  Larten’s gaze was dark and fixated on me as I fucked him. It gave me the idea I should do more than just fuck him. The man deserved a show. As I enjoyed my ride on my Nobek, I played with my tits. I shut my eyes and did all the things that the men usually do to me. Circling, squeezing, pinching, tugging…I raked my nails to give myself delicious, stinging trails. I moaned, drenching Larten’s primary while heat squiggled down to my cunt.

  That was so incredible, I figured rubbing my clit would be the next step in self-love. Because I was leaning back, Larten had a perfect view of all of me. I got off on being watched as I always do. I slit my eyes open to see my Nobek’s reaction to me pleasuring myself while I fucked him.

  He looked hypnotized as I slid my fingers over my mound, heading to my happy place. I found my swollen nub slick with need, making it easy to rub. Oh, and talk about feeling good! I cried out as a flare of sensation shot through my pussy, clenching me around Larten. He groaned so hard, my cunt and ass vibrated. Wow.

  “You like that?” I asked him breathlessly. “You like me fucking my big, strong Nobek while I play with myself? You like me wet and excited?”

  His cocks jolted within me in answer. His mouth moved, but he didn’t say a word. I took it as an affirmative that he was enjoying it.

  I certainly was. I stroked my avid clit, making me hot and eager and aching. My whole being coalesced to the area between my navel and where my legs began. All I knew were Larten’s cocks moving within me, rubbing hard where it mattered most, and my own touch app
lying friction to my eager clit.

  My abdomen was a clenched fist, squeezing tighter and tighter by the second. Want tends to be characterized as an emotion, but it is also a monumental near-desperation, as compelling as hunger for food after a day without. Want welled up in me, insisting I move faster, insisting I push harder to relieve it. I answered that call, obeying its clamor, and was rewarded with greater want. It drove me, heightening until it suffused more of my body. It was a choking feeling in my throat, a trembling weakness in my legs, a scrambling of my brains. Want demanded to be fed, and it devoured me in its voracious embrace.