Shalia's Diary Book 6 (6 page)

I wrinkled my nose. “You know, I think I want to think about Tep getting busy almost as little as I want him to be thinking of me like that.”

“Too much talk,” Oses growled as he slid down to put his face level with my sex. “Hand me that bowl of sauce.”

I was freshly drizzled above and below decks. Betra now had my tits to himself while Oses concentrated on my pussy. Warmth and tongues and lips and occasionally little nips from teeth ... I quickly forgot my momentary pique with Betra.

Oh those wonderful men. With those talented mouths in play, I could forgive them anything.

My insides churned in a good way as I was lustfully devoured for several minutes. The warmth of the sauce permeated deep into my flesh as low rumbles of pleasure grew to shuddering bliss and occasional thunderclaps of pure sensation. Oses worked to stretch my ass with his fingers as he mouthed my mound, letting me know there was so much more fun in store later. He was extremely careful to make sure he ate up all the sauce before it could drip down where his fingers twisted and plumbed.

I never got a taste of the
rasgrul
, but I know I absolutely love it. I’m thinking of keeping a bowl on my bedside table for my bed partners’ midnight snacking needs.

Mine wasn’t the only unhappy sigh when the last of it was lapped from my trembling flesh. Then Oses smiled brightly at the still-covered bowl on the bedside table. “Shall I open it?” he asked Betra.

The Imdiko grinned from ear to ear. “Absolutely. However, that one is Shalia’s dessert. Now that her dinner has had time to settle, she might be ready to indulge herself – and us.”

I crooked a brow at the big, naughty boy. “What are you up to now?”

Oses took the cover off and sniffed the contents. “Oh, I see.” His smile leered as evilly as Betra’s. “It’s chocolate sauce for you to pour on us.”

Betra stood and peeled his clothes off. “Right on the first guess.”

He lay down next to me on the bed and stretched luxuriously. His cocks jutted towards the ceiling, thick and ready. My, my, they would look and taste wonderful with a coating of chocolate.

I sat up and beckoned for the bowl. “Give me that.”

Oses obligingly handed me the bowl. The chocolate sauce was dark and smelled divine. This was going to be so good. I gave him an arch look.

“I expect you to be ready for your turn as soon as I’m finished with Betra,” I said.

Oses’ eyes widened. “Feeling assertive, are you?”

“I’ve been offered chocolate and cinnamon dicks. I’m hormonal with fierce cravings, and this one is now at the top of my list. Don’t make the moody pregnant lady get mean.”

Oses laughed. I mean, he
really
laughed with unabashed humor. When was the last time I’d heard him do that? I couldn’t remember.

He stood and bowed deeply. “As you wish, Matara. In deference to your condition, I am yours to command.”

Seeing I would be properly obeyed, I turned back to Betra. The Imdiko’s smile was as big as ever as he waited. Someone was looking forward to being munched on.

I shook my head and snickered at him. He was so adorable with that goofy grin. I looked forward to making him groan.

I knelt between his splayed legs and tested the temperature of the chocolate with a fingertip. It was slightly warm, thick, and gooey. I licked my finger...and it was me who groaned first. Wow. The Kalquorians had mastered some seriously rich chocolate. I could have eaten a trough of it.

Well, using it to smother spicy-sweet alien cocks would have to do. I carefully tipped the bowl over Betra’s waiting erections.

He sighed. “Oh, just the right temperature. That feels good on me. Not as good as your – oh, oh, oh!”

I assumed my mouth felt pretty damned good too, because he lost the thread of whatever he was saying when I wrapped my lips around his smaller dick. Betra gasped and kicked his feet against the bed surface a little as I twirled my tongue all around his cock tip.

And oh boy, did that chocolate taste amazing with that slight sting of cinnamon-y lubricant Betra naturally exudes. I completely forgot I’d filled up on dinner. I slurped that man’s cocks like they were ice cream cones. I feasted on him. His cries of elation rang in my ears.

It was hard to tell which of us was most enthusiastic. Betra in chocolate sauce is delicious, and I moaned and groaned as I gobbled him. For his part, the Imdiko jerked all over the bed, overcome by my energetic licking and sucking. I wrapped my arms around his thighs in an effort to keep him still.

I finally cleaned him off of every luscious drop of sauce. He lay on the bed panting. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I need to get that chocolate recipe.”

“My turn,” Oses said eagerly, crashing down on the bed next to Betra. As always, he was careful not to touch the Imdiko. Betra’s getting better with his phobia about sensual contact with the Nobek, but a lot is still taboo.

My thoughts were far away from the complexities of the two men’s relationship. I had the bowl tipped over Oses’ generous helping of flesh in an instant, ready for Round 2.

I didn’t make the weapons commander bounce as enthusiastically as Betra, but he did his share of grunting and breathing hard. Oses did more than twitch too as I sucked greedily on him. This was one time I truly did enjoy being on top. From all the noise the Nobek made, he liked it just fine too.

“Just enough for one of you,” I said, checking my supply of chocolate once I had Oses cleaned off. “Who will it be?”

“Since this is a celebration for both of you, Oses can decide if he wants to come in your mouth, pussy, or ass,” Betra decreed. “If he chooses mouth, he gets the chocolate. If not, I’ll be more than happy to continue to be dessert.”

“Mmm,” Oses said, thinking about his options. “I find every inch of Shalia wonderful, and my cocks enjoy going wherever they can. However, I have prepared her sweet, tight ass for laxan. I can’t imagine letting it go to waste. You may have her mouth, Imdiko. ”

He grabbed cleansing wipes from my bedside table and made sure his cocks were free of all the chocolate I’d doused them in. I was pretty sure I’d gotten it all, but I appreciated that Oses wasn’t going to put things in me that didn’t belong. I have no idea if chocolate can cause a vaginal infection, and it was best to not test that, what with me being pregnant and all.

Betra grinned, apparently happy with the arrangement. “Is Oses’ plan acceptable to you, Matara?”

Gee, let me think. “Make room,” I said, shoving his legs apart so I could crouch between them. I poured.

Within moments, I had that Imdiko moaning again. I moaned along with him as I enjoyed chocolate-covered Kalquorian. Then I shivered as I felt Oses take up his position behind me.

I happily opened to the Nobek when his cocks nudged their careful way into my ass and pussy. Oses had stretched me well, but that man has substantial girth. He inched his way in, making sure the cries I made were those of pleasure and not pain.

My backside ached a little as it was coaxed into accepting loving invasion. However, I had a mouthful of chocolate-cinnamon heaven. Add in the smaller but still filling secondary cock rub all the right places in my pussy, and the small amount of discomfort was more of a delight. Sometimes I think I like anal penetration just as much as regular intercourse. Heaven knows after all the sex I’ve had with Kalquorians, I can’t imagine getting anything less.

At any rate, getting filled with Oses meant getting filled with the physical version of happiness. My senses were awash in pure joy as my head bobbed up and down over Betra and two cocks bobbed in and out of me. There was a celebration of pleasure going on inside me, a rejoicing that grew more riotous with each passing second. I matched Oses’ rhythm, rocking back and forth and fellating Betra in tandem with the Nobek’s pace.

Once I’d cleaned all that lovely chocolate from Betra’s dicks, I concentrated on sucking his primary cock while I pumped the smaller one in my fist. I was out of chocolate, but I still got to enjoy his lubrication, and he poured it for me. That was one aroused Imdiko. I peeked up at him to see him tossing his head from side to side, his eyes glazed with rapture. His prick kept spitting pre-cum into my mouth. Yummy.

Oses was thrusting faster, his gasps growing louder. I matched him stroke for stroke, moaning around Betra’s cock all the while as my pussy got that hot, ticklish, trembling feeling that meant I was closing in on the finish. Betra’s cries grew in volume and frequency as well.

We entered the homestretch, the need for climax whipping us into a frenzy. We lunged for completion as one entity, not three separate beings. Both men’s thighs flexed. Their hips strained towards me. Oses’ growl and Betra’s wail filled my ears as I burst through to nirvana. Cocks jerked and poured ecstasy into me as elation tumbled through my body. I screamed between swallows.

I have decided I want dessert with each and every meal from now on.

After making love, I got to do another of my favorite things in this world: fall asleep between Betra and Oses. Usually, I don’t have bad dreams when I’m tucked in safe and sound with my two big shipmates.

Okay, so it wasn’t really a nightmare that I had. The dream was weird and horribly violent, but in all honesty I felt exalted by the carnage. That’s a bizarre thing considering it was me committing the bloodshed in this odd trick of my subconscious.

In the dream, I was among all these armored ... well, I guess I’d have to call them people. They were not anything like Earthers or Kalquorians. The bodies were all wrong, with massive wide shoulders, arms, and legs that made mountain o’ man Oses look like a twig. The waists of these men were tiny in comparison. Their heads, while twice the circumference of mine, were also small in proportion to these great, behemoth bodies.

Clad in gray stone-like armor with attached green flesh-like pouches and tubes running all over them, I had no idea what these beings looked like beneath their war garb. The armor was freaky the way it looked like granite – or maybe even bone. I have no idea what they looked like underneath because nothing at all showed of their true selves. Even the eye openings in their helmets were covered with green lenses that matched the tubes and pouches. They were terrifying, and not just because they were inhuman and huge. The scariest thing about them was that there was no hint of what they might look like underneath all that stony plating.

I was one of them.

We stalked across a burning wasteland in a long line. There were at least two dozen of us walking abreast, a wall of pure, unstoppable destruction. Small buildings, now no more than smoking mounds of debris, fell behind us as we searched for anything living ... not to save, but to destroy. I and my companions had created this landscape of destruction, a plain of rubble and death. Charred body parts, which I recognized as belonging to a small, sentient four-legged species called the Barinem, lay scattered like breadcrumbs all around us. We stomped across the plain, crunching the bones of the dead beneath our heavy armor-plated boots.

We had already won the fight, but nothing less than complete eradication of this village would do. I growled deep in my chest, anticipating finding something to kill. I burned for my enemy’s blood. The destruction I had already wrought exalted me. I knew there was more to be had.

My growl turned into a roar as a middling group of four-legged Barinem sprang from behind a low wall forty feet away. The bedraggled remnants of my enemy’s warriors came at us at full speed, their furred red-brown legs blurring as they made their final charge. Their long ears flapped against their heads, their tongues lolled out of long muzzles with lips wrinkled back in snarls. They came at us full bore, explosive blow tubes clenched in their front teeth. They looked fierce, but the light in their eyes had been put out. Their bodies worked for now and they fought on, but the Barinem knew they were already dead. Their explosives were too weak the penetrate our armor. They were weak. We were strong and infallible. We could not be stopped.

A surge of murderous glee filled me. I brought my massive percussion blaster up in perfect sync with my fellow soldiers and sighted on the Barinem closing the distance. I squeezed the trigger.