Thursday, July 16, 2015

July 5

I am finally getting to the point where I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can look forward to getting out of Medical pretty soon, we think. Not that I won’t be spending a lot of time in here once I’m sprung. Anrel still has quite a while before anyone will be comfortable with her being discharged. She continues to grow in quarantine. Thanks to Tep’s efforts, her organs were developed enough to allow her a better chance of survival outside of the womb, but she’s still not quite there. Her lungs in particular need more time to strengthen.

Yet she is thriving in her sterile surroundings. In a few weeks, Tep will begin to allow a more natural environment, letting her acclimate to the real world’s host of microorganisms, bacteria, and the like. He says the antibodies my body shared with her remain strong, and she should be able to adjust well. My little fighter will get to show off just how tough she is in the weeks ahead.

That child may end up hopelessly spoiled by everyone on this ship. At first I was worried for her lying there in Isolation all by herself. I might as well have saved my concern. I don’t think there is a second when someone isn’t in the room with her, holding her and cooing. I wonder if she’s spent more than five minutes at a time in her bed. Every time I’m brought in to hold her, I find someone else there loving my little baby. Betra, Oses, Katrina, Feru, many of the women, and even Captain Wotref and his clanmates keep Anrel company. She does not want for attention for a single second. The tiniest Matara has everyone wrapped around her so-small pinkie.

All traces of the poison they used on me to scare the It out are gone. I am healing and growing stronger, just like my little Anrel. I can sit up on my own now and even stand for a few minutes at a time. Candy is already taking little walks around Medical, building her strength up too. I cheer her from my bed or chair as she passes my door. She grins and gives me a thumbs-up. She’s not able to bounce like she normally does yet, but she’s back to smiling and doing her hair to look pretty for her two favorite visitors Mihi and Ama. She may get out of here as soon as tomorrow.

I’ve got my own two fellas coming in regularly to keep my spirits up. Betra and Oses continue to spend what time they can with me ... when they’re not fawning over their ‘niece’ as they refer to Anrel. Today, there was a little extra attention, which I am still recovering from.

I had sat with Anrel for half an hour, all the time I’m allowed at a stretch in my present condition. My guys came to fetch me back to my bed when time was up. Katrina came in with them, ready to dote on her honorary grandchild.

My arms tend to feel empty when I have to hand Anrel off. Not that she’s an armful at all ... she’s growing, but still barely a handful for Oses. Yet that miniscule weight is tremendous when she’s not there.

Betra kissed my morose face as I watched Katrina snuggle my baby. Anrel made chirpy little noises that I imagine are her way of expressing happiness. Oses guided my chair out into the main part of Medical. Too soon, he lifted me into my bed. Despite my fatigue, bed was the last place I wanted to be.

“Soon you will be together all the time,” Betra reassured me, arranging my pillow and the angle of the bed for my comfort. “This is only a little pause in a long lifetime of joy with your child.”

“I don’t want a pause,” I pouted. “I should be the one giving her all her feedings and bathing her.”

I felt guilty about not nursing Anrel, but the poison had only just left my body. Even if I hadn’t been a toxin warehouse for all those days,  the early birth and the ravages I had gone through meant I had no milk to give to Anrel. Tep had been wise to secure formula back on Earth in the event something would happen to prevent me from breastfeeding. I’d been both chagrined and amused to discover that he had made an extensive checklist of emergency supplies the moment he’d learned he had a pregnant woman on the ship. Grateful, too. Who would have ever thought any of this would happen to me and my child?

Oses leaned on the edge of my bed and reached to brush my hair from my face. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you. Yet I hope you are thankful to have all the support you do.”

I was embarrassed by his reminder that in the end, I had nothing to be grouchy over. “You’re right. Candy, Anrel, and I are all going to be okay. People are coming out of the woodwork to make sure of that. I have you two watching over us. I have no reason to be selfish.”

Betra winked at me from the opposite side of the bed. “Except that you want your baby when you want her, which is all the time. Nothing is going to change that, but I think it’s a good thing.”

I snuggled in the soft mattress, trying not to hate the bed or my debilitated body that wasn’t getting better fast enough to suit impatient me. “I’m a mom, but I’m missing out on so much of it right now. Every time I see Anrel, I swear she’s a little longer, a little heavier. A little more aware. I want to be there for every second she grows.”

“She will know that you are her mother. She will know what she means to you,” Oses promised.

He stretched over the bed to kiss me. It started off as a light pressing on my lips, as chaste as a brother kissing his sister. There had been many kisses like that since I woke up from the nightmare of the It.

However, the tone of his embrace changed. The tip of his tongue lightly traced between my lips, tickling in a delicious way. I remembered the last time we were together, how I’d been held helpless by stasis. My poor wrecked body was almost weak enough to re-enact that helplessness without the field.

I had the strength to wrap my arms around his neck and cling in the hopes he wouldn’t stop. The Nobek’s big arms circled around me, holding me close. My lips parted, and his tongue swept in. Our breath mingled as we tasted each other. It was like receiving the air of life itself. I filled with the promise of returning vitality.

Fingers sketched up my thighs, pushing my Medical-issued gown up. More warm breath wafted over my skin just before Betra sprinkled kisses of his own up my legs. I had plenty of doubts that Tep would approve of getting amorous given my state, but Tep could pout if he found out. I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him. Not with my pussy warming in anticipation of the Imdiko closing in on it.

Betra parted my legs with care, as if opening a long-awaited gift in a manner that would prolong the anticipation. Oses continued to kiss me while one hand moved to palm my breast. I found the strength to arch just a little into his touch. He kneaded eager flesh, sending warm pleasure to suffuse my body.

Betra kissed my slit, the buss as chaste as a nun’s. Another little kiss. Then, as Oses had done, the Imdiko’s tongue took a careful taste as if to tease my pussy to open. I felt wetness slide from me, and that glorious tongue lost all hesitation, lapping eagerly.

 I moaned into Oses’ mouth. The hand on my breast squeezed and his tongue slid against mine in a dance of excitement.

Betra traced long licks over my trembling womanhood, building tension there. His lips and tongue played over my clit, sending darts of heat deep inside me. I clenched my fists in Oses’ hair as desire heightened. My feet dug shallow furrows into the mattress beneath me as I reacted to the intensifying burn.

Oses pinched one nipple and the other through my gown, adding jolts of electrifying pain. He tugged on the tightening points. His demanding touch amplified the pleasure melting my core. I tore my mouth from his long enough to gasp, “More,” before he took me with that mind-stealing kiss once again.

I got what I asked for. The cruelty of the Nobek’s pincer-grasp fed the maelstrom of sensation building in my gut. I was overcome, punished and pleasured, until there was nothing but me and those two men.

Betra’s mouth plastered over my pussy, sucking against the folds to seal us together. His tongue whipped over my trapped clit, berating it back and forth against the raspy surface. I cried out, my wail muffled by Oses’ kiss. Sheer bliss shot through me.

Betra growled. The powerful sound vibrated his lips and tongue, which lashed my nub even faster.  My pussy seized, brightness growing and glowing. It arced higher ... higher ... higher...

I’d reached the summit. My body gathered all that blinding brilliance and leaped.

I soared on pulses of vivid pleasure, flying through golden-basked nirvana. The heavens opened for me. I flew and flew, forgetting the ground beneath me, denying gravity for eternity-filled seconds. Even when it was done, I floated like a cloud in peaceful completion. The storms were over, chased away by the men who gathered close to hold me in sheltering arms.

Life is precious. The people who fill mine are more precious still.

End of storyline.


  1. Cries. No no no this was to awesome a story line I don't want it to end. LOL honestly though loved it Tracy thank you so much. Now I will grumble and sulk until the adventure that is Shailia and now little Anrels life continues. I can not wait!

  2. Okay Tracy how long you taking before we get Shalia and the rest of the girls to their new home and start the heart break of her being separated from her guys and the guys being separated from the woman and child they both love.

    1. this story is like my crack its bad enough when you end a story line I buy the book and reread it all over again to see if I missed anything.

  3. Thank you again for a wonderful adventure.

  4. This was another great storyline - thank you, Tracy! I'm really looking forward to the next one. I hope there won't be a long hiatus! Need my Shalia fix!

  5. The perfect ending to this storyline! Best birthday present ever!

  6. Tracy, thank you so much for the great Shalia stories. I really look forward to Monday and Thursday mornings. I read them before I leave the house in the morning, and have gotten a couple of the girls I work with turned on to the story. We grab our coffee and love to talk about the newest entry.I can't wait to see what happens next!