Shalia's Diary Book 12 Page 8
I’m ashamed to say I kind of forgot Larten in the growing lust that consumed me. Every now and again, as I pounded him into me as hard as I could, I checked on him. Fortunately for my guilt complex, he acted enthralled with the way he was being used. I took those opportunities of remembering there was a wonderful fella attached to those cocks to remind him, “Do not come yet!”
As I approached glory, my insides seizing in that final rush, I told him once more, “Don’t…don’t come…until…until…I say…”
Blinding white sheeted over my gaze. My body galvanized, coalesced into one silent spot the size of a pinhead. Then I flung wide, a massive detonation that filled the world with fire and heat and quaking.
Moments later, the rumbles through my being continued, but I knew the world around me once more. Larten lay beneath me, gasping and straining at his bonds as he fought to not join me in my rapture. Veins stood out on his forehead and throat as he writhed, denying himself in obedience to me.
Talk about power. Through the surges of orgasm, I was aware of the responsibility such control placed upon me.
Still moaning through lesser thunderclaps of ecstasy, I leaned forward, planting my hands on my Nobek’s chest. I dug my toes into the carpet and rode him harder while staring into his dark, wild eyes.
“I love you,” I panted. “I love you, and I order you to come for me now.”
With a shriek that was all animal, he let go. He came hard, yelling with each jet of seed he sent into me. For a few seconds, he scared me…not because he looked bestial as hell, but because I feared he might have a heart attack or a stroke. Larten showed more agony than bliss.
When I was positive he wasn’t going to die and turn me celibate in guilt and horror, he was amazing to watch. The easing of the terrible tension as the strongest of pulses ebbed. The euphoria that replaced the pained expression. The manner his spasmodic jerking slowed to a sensual twisting kind of motion. Larten went from violent brute to erotic angel.
It occurred to me that I’d never so carefully watched anyone climax before. Moment to moment, my Nobek was vulnerable. Open. Nothing was hidden from my view in that unguarded passage of seconds. It was one of the most poignant instances I’ve been privileged to witness. Larten’s soul was laid bare to me as he reveled in the culmination of our union.
Only sex? Not when you’ve been given the obligation to care for another. Not when you’ve watched them at their most susceptible, most exposed. It was profound.
After I took the cuffs off him, we rested on the floor, holding each other for almost an hour. I listened to the breeze coming in from the balcony, to the sounds of sea avians and waves. To Larten’s heart beating in his chest, as strong as the warrior who owned it. My need to dominate had ended, and I relished being in his arms, held tight in his sheltering embrace. The helplessness had receded. I was no longer frantic. My Nobek had restored me in a manner neither of us would have imagined would have worked.
As for Larten, he was relaxed and not so angry for the remainder of the day. I’m not sure what our tryst did for him. Talking about it could have killed the magic, so I didn’t.
Perhaps it reminded him that not being in control was not the end of the world. Maybe it was my show of strength that eased his mind; that I’d be okay even if he couldn’t keep all bad things from me. Who knows? The important thing is, we found equilibrium. Together. The same method we’ll win through whatever the coming days bring.
March 27
Even with getting a handle on the matter of feeling helpless, I’m not so great with being shut in all day and all night. I have to laugh at myself on that one. After all, I spent the majority of nine months on a transport ship. It’s not as if I could go out in space and take a stroll. However, the Pussy ‘Porter was spacious, a big beast of a craft. I didn’t feel closed in the way I’m starting to here. Like the whole clan is starting to.
A couple days into this ‘siege’ situation, and we’re already chafing to break out of here. Our answer has been to stay busy. We managed to kill off part of the morning with sex. Then we distracted ourselves with work and playing with Anrel. When I did all I could from home on that front, I was granted a secure coded channel through Global Security so I could send messages to my nearest and dearest. I updated everyone on the current situation and told them to stay away. All return messages to go through a coded frequency, in case Nang has figured out a way to monitor coms from family and friends.
The guys did the same, and that led to an interesting result from Larten. He called us together in the common room with the best suggestion in the universe.
“My parent clan had a wonderful proposition. They said that if we could leave Kalquor, we could stay with them.”
Larten’s parents live on Lobam, on a part of the moon that’s sparsely inhabited. They’re kind of a zero-waste, nature-happy clan, living off the land as much as possible. I’m not definite on if they’re more along the lines of survivalists or hippies. Maybe a cross of both. I’ve spoken to them via vid com, and Larten’s mother Gilsa loves to give advice on making my own soaps and lotions fit for Anrel’s baby-soft skin. I wish I’d paid better attention now, since I have all this time on my hands to do such things.
I’ll get my chance for hands-on training in that department. We were enthusiastic at the notion of getting the hell out of the house, off Kalquor, away from Nang. Even I, the gal who loves convenience, was practically jumping for joy.
“I’ll com Nobek Breft and find out if it’s possible,” Seot said, dialing up the frequency with an avid expression.
We were disappointed when Breft didn’t give his immediate go-ahead. “I’ll stop by your home in an hour, and we’ll discuss it,” he said. When Seot asked him if there had been any sign of Nang anywhere, the answer was no.
Both items took the wind out of our sails for the next fifty minutes. Breft showed up with Raxstad earlier than he’d promised, and we sat in the greeting room with expressions that said we would stoically withstand disappointment.
Breft gave us reason to smile. “Your plan for the clan leaving Kalquor is an excellent option. If we can pull it off without Nang realizing it’s happened for a few days, all the better.”
I couldn’t hold back a little cheer of relief. “I thought maybe you were going to turn us down.”
“Not at all. In fact, I’ve already put measures in place to make it happen.”
“So quick?”
“It would solve a few problems, so I’m eager to jump on the opportunity. First of all, Nang wouldn’t know where you are, making you safer.”
Raxstad added, “Also, once he realizes you’re missing, it could spur him to come out of whatever hole he’s hiding in. The attempt to track you down could bring him into the open.”
“If he’s desperate enough to search, he might make a mistake.” Breft’s grin gave me a chill.
“What about security?” Seot asked. “Would we be leaving that behind as well?”
“Absolutely not.” Breft was adamant. “I’ve got a couple of guards in mind for you on Lobam. They’re retired there, with no clans of their own to protect. When I commed them about watching out for you, they jumped at the chance.”
Larten pointed out, “Com reception is spotty around my parent clan’s home. The area is as remote as you can imagine. I was shocked I got an instant connection today.”
“It’s a concern, but with these security guards I have for you…they worked for Global Security themselves…I have faith they can handle any situation. Not that I anticipate Nang following you out there, not if he reacts the way I think he will.” Breft’s eyes glittered as he eyed Larten. “Besides, that part of Lobam is noted for being cautious of strangers. People there prefer their secrets kept quiet, from what I’ve heard.”
Larten snorted. “Nang’s presence would be noted quickly.”
“And dealt with if others were warned about him, I’m sure.”
Larten said nothing, his expression noncommittal.
Breft’s watchful demeanor eased, and he returned to a more businesslike approach. “What is the range on that type of receiver?”
“About a hundred miles. It won’t rely on the com net at all.”
“Excellent. I’ll collect that for you to take along.” He mused for a moment. “When you leave, we’ll maintain the same security measures here at your home for a while, giving the appearance that you haven’t gone anywhere. After a week, once you’ve settled in with Nobek Larten’s parent clan, we’ll lift the protections and see if Nang reacts.”
“How will we leave?” Larten wanted to know.
“During a guard change, at the end of the day tomorrow. We’ll smuggle you onto the shuttle that drops off and picks up our officers. You’ll be brought to headquarters. From there, we’ll move you to one of our official transports, using a series of destinations that should throw Nang off if he gets the idea you’re being moved. I’m afraid you’ll have to ride with convicts being transported to a prison camp off-world. Not to worry, however. They’ll be in stasis for the trip. You won’t be bothered by them.”
It made a nice, neat package. Breft had considered the whole thing. I was certain of that when Cifa stormed him with more questions.
“What do we tell our companies? Family and friends here on Kalquor? Will they be okay, or would Nang come after them in the effort to find Shalia and Anrel?”
Breft tackled the first question. “We will set up accounts on your communications devices here in your home that my men can access. For the week you are supposedly still in your home, you will send me any messages that need to go out. I will forward them here, and our operatives will send them on. They will intercept return messages, route them to me, and I will make sure you receive them.”
“Wow,” I said. “It’s a great plan, but a lot of steps, huh?”
“That’s the way it must be in order to guard your whereabouts. I advise you to not arrange for an extended absence until the first week is over. Don’t hint you’ve thought about leaving.”
My guys nodded, but Breft’s words extended absence rang in my ears. “Um, how long will we hide if Nang never puts in an appearance? What if he waits us out?”
Breft pulled in a deep breath. “It won’t come to that. He’s gone to great lengths to get to you. Having you disappear when he’s got you in his sights will set him off. However, I do agree Nang has proven himself to be crafty. He may indeed decide to lay low for your return.” He shrugged, a twinge of helpless frustration creeping in his demeanor. “Let’s take it step by step for now. We don’t want to set a hard timeframe on this yet.”
Raxstad returned to Cifa’s list of concerns. “Don’t tell family and friends where you’ve gone. That’s for their protection as well as yours.”
“As for their safety, we’ve anticipated Nang might go after someone close to you for information or to grab a hostage in hopes of an exchange.” Breft put on his super-scary face, a mask that makes me think of him eating live animals. “I’ve enlisted more retired security and law enforcement personnel to keep an eye on those dear to you. Nang shouldn’t be able to approach them without detection.”
Larten’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the most likely route for him to show himself, isn’t it?”
“Along with trying to access to your home in the hopes of discovering some clue as to where you’ve gone.”
Raxstad smirked, his heavy features a match for Breft’s ferocity. “Don’t worry about your loved ones. We’re taking no chances that they’ll be harmed. Nang will find himself in dire straits if he comes anywhere within sight of them.”
I didn’t have to ask how dire the straits could get. I continue to hope this can end without bloodshed, but if it’s between the lives of our family and friends versus Nang, that Dramok draws the shortest straw.
March 28
We’re in a packing frenzy, getting ready for our escape to Lobam tonight. We have to travel light, so preparations shouldn’t be such a big deal. Ha! Having to narrow things down to the bare minimum is tougher than it sounds. When did I become so high maintenance? I caught myself putting three pairs of shoes in my bin before I realized how stupid that was.
Packing for Anrel is another matter. Diapers, diapers, and more diapers to start with. Clothes, lotions, her favorite stuffed animals: bear, zibger, ronka, bunny. How is it one little person needs so much more than I do? She will end up filling her travel bin and half of mine.
Larten nearly ended up with her playmat shoved in his mouth when he checked on my progress. “You don’t have to bring all that. It’s spring where my parents live. It’s the perfect temperature for her to roam around naked.”
“Except diapers,” I said, trying to fit in the formula bottles and cursing myself for not being able to nurse her.
“The livestock roams all over the place. Everyone knows to watch where they step, so she can relieve herself anywhere outdoors.”
I stared at him in horror. “Yeah, that’s civilized. She’ll be socially acceptable when she gets back here if she gets in that habit, won’t she?” Then, another thing he’d said occurred to horrify me. “Everyone knows where to step? Everyone except Anrel!”
“She’ll learn.” The man had no clue.
It was then that stuffing baby items down Larten’s throat struck me as a good idea. “You oaf. She’ll probably think animal poop is clay! She’ll play with it.”
He considered. “Yeah. I went through that phase myself.”
“Are you telling me that you expect our baby to be covered in shit for the better part of the day?”
“It washes off.”
I banished him from the nursery before I could turn violent. I added two more pairs of shoes and extra tall socks to Anrel’s bin. She’ll have to wear them on her feet and hands.
At least I’ll get a decent workout in, chasing after her to keep her from wading in mountains of animal crap. Prophets and ancestors, save me. For each ounce of shit Anrel gets into, I’m slinging that amount at Larten.
It washes off. What an ass. He’s lucky I love him so much, or I might search for the opportunity to shove him into the sea.
March 29
What a night. That’s all I’ve got to say.
Okay, so I have more than that to say. As soon as full dark hit, the shift change in our guards occurred. We’d prepared everything in the house all we could…lights to go on and off at intervals, our com systems set up for the links to run through Global Security while appearing to originate from home, our things packed and ready to go. We snuck out under cover, leaving home sweet rock.
I hate that we’re running away. The more I think about it, the more I wish I could face Nang. No, I realize there is no debating with the man. I understand he is not rational, and I’ll have damned little hope of convincing him there is no ‘us’. He was delusional to the point of breaking with his clan, and to show up here using a seed transporter. His mind is not working right.
I want to confront him so he can be taken into custody. He has to be put somewhere safe so I can live my life. So I can be free and not look over my shoulder all the time.
After all, I trained to defend myself against Nang. I’m a fighter, skilled with blasters, pulse rifles, blades, and my bare hands. I’ve been through a sufficient amount to believe I can at least hold him off long enough for the authorities to apprehend, if I can’t subdue him outright. I have considered offering myself as bait to draw him in.
But Nang is not predictable. I’m all too aware that putting myself out there in hopes of catching him could easily go wrong. I could be too confident in my abilities, something I must guard against. After all, Kalquorians between the Empire and Earth had bee
n on the lookout for him. He sneaked past them. I’d only have to make a single, tiny mistake, and he could abduct me and Anrel.
I’ve not mentioned playing bait to lure Nang out in the open. When we were at the territory’s Global Security headquarters and the idea came on strong, I kept that compulsion to myself. No doubt Breft would have turned down the notion immediately. It would have freaked my clanmates out.
We weren’t at headquarters for more than five minutes. We boarded Raxstad’s shuttle, and he took us to his home which is in the best guarded location on Kalquor—the Royal House.
Raxstad is clanned to the Dramok who serves as Emperor Clajak’s aide. I guess the Dramok emperor likes to have his assistant close. No, I didn’t tour the Imperial home or even the shuttle bay we landed in. My clan went straight from Raxstad’s personal shuttle to a household staff member’s vessel. I saw a contingent of Royal Guards and more Global Security officers. Glamorous, ha-ha.