Thursday, December 29, 2016
I was happy to hear from Betra and Oses today. I miss those two. They looked healthy and delicious, as always. They said all was well and the journey was going great. Their spirits seemed to be up.
I caught them up on Mom’s progress. “She’s high and low. There are moments when I can see she’s not so extreme in her emotions, which is great. But like everyone said, anger and depression are her defaults after reacting that way for so long. She doesn’t know how else to deal with the uncertainty over what the future has in store for her.”
“At least she’s able to talk to you. It’s great that she loves Anrel so much,” Betra said.
“I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am about that,” I enthused. “Anrel is the one person she can pour all her goodness into. But enough about us. What’s going on with you two?”
“The usual,” Betra said, his tone vague. “A little of this and a little of that. Not much to report since we’ve only left Kalquorian space recently. However, we’re going to make the first vortex jump in a couple of days.”
“Oh.” My spirits fell a little hearing that. “No more real-time conversations. At least not until you reach those mini-wormholes that allow instant transmissions.”
Oses nodded. “We’ll have to rely on recorded messages, pet. I will miss hearing immediate updates.” His brows drew together. “I hate that I can’t mobilize help for you if you need it.”
I shrugged. “Nobek Jaon is pretty protective. When I get back to the other continent, Larten will be nearby. I’m no lightweight myself.” I attempted a Nobek-like growl, much to the guys’ amusement.
Oses looked at me with pride. “You are a formidable foe. Ancestors help anyone who makes an enemy of you.”
We were close to wrapping up our conversation when Betra said, “By the way, you’ve got a surprise heading your way. Be ready.”
“For what? What did you send me?” I wanted to know.
“We didn’t send you anything. You’ll have to wait and see when it arrives.” His grin was full of mischief.
“Are we talking something good or something that will make me run screaming?” I glared at him in suspicion.
“I think you’ll like it, unless you lied to me about how you felt about it before. Which maybe you did. In any case, know that what’s coming is a result of another’s concern and caring about you and Anrel. It is a gift from the heart.”
“Betra!” I yelled in frustration. “What is it?”
He only laughed. “Enjoy. We’ll talk one last time before we get to the portal, and you can tell me how you like it.”
No number of threats, begging, or bribery could get him to tell me what was up. When I asked Oses, he held his hands up and shook his head.
“I’m not getting in the middle of this one. There are some situations even a Nobek will avoid at all costs.”
Monday, December 26, 2016
It had to happen sooner or later, but I was still not quite sure how to handle it when Mom asked me today, “Who is Anrel’s father?”
At least she waited to ask when we were alone. If she was going to call me every name in the book, I didn’t want an audience. A part of me is still all too aware of what would have happened to me on Earth had I been discovered to not be a virgin. I know I’m safe from persecution on Kalquor, but it didn’t keep me from cringing when Mom brought it up. I expected judgment to come from somewhere.
There was no way to mince words when it came to answering. “I’m not sure who her father is. I know the two most likely candidates, though there are four possibilities.”
Mom gave me a look that was hard to read. “Four?”
“Three are in the same clan.”
“So in that situation, if you bang one, you gotta bang them all,” Mom guessed.
I shrugged. “The fourth guy was in a clan too, but his clanmates don’t like women. So they never entered the equation.”
Mom mused over that for a few minutes. I waited, wondering if there would be an explosion. Instead, she asked me, “You didn’t say where any of them are.”
“As far as I know, the clan is still on Earth. The other guy is trying to get here. He wants to be a part of mine and Anrel’s life, but he’s not welcome.”
I told Mom the whole story of young Clan Dusa and how they weren’t together long enough for me to join as their Matara. How though I adored them, I wasn’t sure they were who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. How they had cut me out of their lives, insisting I find a good clan and fathers for Anrel.
I also told her about Nang, his obsession with me and Anrel, his attempt to get to Kalquor and make us a family. It took a good hour of talking to bring Mom up to speed on how things had shaken out so far.
At the end of it, Mom shook her head. “You sure did make a mess of things, didn’t you?”
At least she wasn’t yelling and calling me a slut or whore. “Yeah, I seem to have a knack for it.”
“You must have got your taste in men from me. Lord knows, the only thing your father did right was to knock me up with you. He was pretty worthless otherwise. Same for the other two guys I hooked up with. At least David was decent in bed. He didn’t lay there like a slug and wait for me to do everything.”
I really didn’t want to think of Mom having sex, but since she was being so understanding, I didn’t ask her to stop talking about her past lovers.
Mom was done with that, thank goodness. She gave me another sharp look. “If that Clan Dusa showed up and wanted to clan you, would you do it?”
Hmm. That thought had been on the fringes of my consciousness ever since I found out my dads were heading home. It seemed I’d been working on the question subconsciously, because I knew the answer right away.
“No. I would not.” My tone was certain. “It may be awfully Earther of me to feel this way, but they haven’t made an effort to know anything about Anrel. They not only cut me off, but my child as well. They don’t deserve to be her fathers.”
My answer wasn’t completely honest, because the one time I’d talked to Nobek Esak when he warned me about Nang coming after us, he had asked about the baby. But it had been more of an afterthought, hadn’t it? We happened to talk, so he’d taken the opportunity. He hadn’t made a real effort to know what his maybe-daughter was like or how she was doing.
I realized in that moment that Anrel had been the one real test I’d set for Clan Dusa and any future we might have had. Even though Kalquorian custom dictated that they give up all claims on Anrel, I felt they should have at least wanted to know how she was doing. They had not made the effort.
I was done with them. Really done.
Mom seemed content with my answer. “Don’t be afraid to parent her solo, Shalia. If no one comes along that won’t put you two first, kick them to the side. I might have been the world’s worst mother, but at least I didn’t compound the problem by letting some piece of shit hang around.”
I grinned at her. “You did have the strength to shove them out the door when they became more trouble than they were worth.”
“You have that strength too. You don’t need any asshole, much less three of them, fucking up your life.”
I got the feeling Mom wants me to give up on finding a clan. I think she’d like to see me remain single. I could do it. I don’t need a man or men to make mine and Anrel’s lives complete. But Clan Aslada or Clan Seot seem like they could add to my life.
I can make my own decisions and stand on my own two feet. No one will make my decisions for me. That goes for significant others…and Mom as well.
Thursday, December 22, 2016
I stepped out to find myself in a paradisiacal setting. We were in a lush, wooded setting below large granite outcroppings. Nearby was a pool of water, fed by a waterfall. It was stunning with the jewel-colored leaves trembling in a slight breeze and water skipping down the rock face to splash the pool.
At first I thought it must be a popular spot to visit until I realized the men moving about the edge of the pond all belonged to Clan Aslada’s staff. They were setting out seating cushions, small tables, and food. Nomol was there at a small bar that had been set out, mixing drinks and pouring.
Snoy hurried over to see to Anrel. He held his arms out to her, and she went to him with a crow of recognition. He swept her away to a small table with a sun cover, where three of the kitchen staff swarmed with her food and formula.
The clan’s shuttle took off, leaving us to our little Eden and a couple dozen of the household’s workforce. Aslada and Meyso took my arms and led me to another table. The head chef of the clan’s household was directing his staff as they set out the meal. Nomol brought over our drinks.
You’d think I would have gotten used to the idea of the clan’s opulent lifestyle by now. Betra’s parent clan had done something not so different with their beach party a few weeks ago. But no, I was overwhelmed yet again. The way rich people picnic was so far beyond me. Nice, but weird too.
We ate and drank. Dishes disappeared and appeared as the efficient staff presented five courses. Nomol kept our drinks fresh. Anrel was fed, and Snoy left with her in a small shuttle, heading to Clan Aslada’s home to put her down for her nap. Meanwhile, my beaus kept up an easy flow of conversation. The subjects were all pleasant. Nothing stressful was spoken of. If I started to veer into anything worrisome, someone, usually Aslada, changed the topic. They weren’t kidding about me taking a break.
When we’d finished eating, the staff cleared all evidence of our meal with a speed that stunned. Two shuttles touched down minutes later, taking the workers, dishes, and furniture with them. I was left alone with the clan. In paradise. The possibilities could not be denied.
Fortunately, Aslada, Meyso, and Jaon agreed. As soon as the shuttles disappeared, our clothes went flying off. We dashed for the pool of water.
Well, the guys dashed, at least. Surefooted as goats, they hurried over the wet rocks surrounding the water and jumped in. Mindful of the slippery surface, I made my way to the edge of one monstrous boulder and waited for the trio to surface and clear their eyes. As soon as they did, I cannonballed in the middle of them. I was filled with childish delight.
I kicked my way up to air in time to hear the last of their splutters. I laughed gleefully at my trick, and they answered with laughter of their own.
With the exception of Oses, Clan Aslada are the most serious men I’ve been with. Yet they’ve had their lighthearted moments, and it was good to see them let go of responsibility again. Even Jaon loosened up his Nobek dignity to frolic a bit. We dove and chased each other, dunking and splashing like a bunch of kids. I forgot I had a sick mother for a little while. The guys forgot they were high-ranking, ridiculously rich Kalquorians with reputations to uphold. We lived in the moment, relieved of obligations if only for a short time.
The waterfall, splashing from on high and creating dozens of smaller cascades as it made its treacherous way down the granite face of a craggy cliff, caught my attention after a while. I swam over to the rocks that sat almost level with the pool to sit and let the spray wash over me.
Three pairs of purple eyes riveted on me, naked with water streaming over my body. I was not on that rock alone for long. In a flash, the men surrounded me. Mouths closed over my skin, and tongues lapped the spray playing over my flesh.
Jaon cradled me in his arms, lifting me from the hard boulder that would have proven uncomfortable to play upon within a few minutes. Strong brown hands added to the fondling that wasted no time in being demanding. They squeezed my breasts, pinched my nipples, and occasionally spanked the eager flesh. Fingers dove inside me, drumming inside and stretching. Lightning zapped, making my gut broil with want.
Lust burned in their eyes. Even calm, cool Meyso’s face was filled with brutal craving as he eagerly mauled me. I could barely breathe for how much their sensual assault excited me. My head swam as they made my body burn with desire for them.
They weren’t cruel, but they weren’t gentle either. They were exacting, their demands on me making me wet and desperate to be filled. Jaon and Aslada held me still as Meyso massaged my clit with slow, careful strokes until I pleaded with them to finish me. Only when my begging had reached desperate cries did they lift me up. I was made to sit on Jaon’s lap, my back to his chest, his primary cock spearing my ass.
He held my thighs apart, opening my pussy for Aslada’s larger shaft. Standing on a rock beneath the water’s surface, the Dramok shoved in deep, forcing me to take him. I squalled at the delicious fullness that was torture and bliss.
Meyso stood over us, his cocks jutting. He cupped my chin in his palm, lifting my face so that I could accept his need. His thick length drove into my mouth, stopping just short of choking.
Jaon held still as my mouth and pussy were fucked by the other two men. His cock in my ass made Aslada’s thrusts all the more intense, the friction overloading my senses. Meyso’s shaft spurted pre-cum continuously as he plunged against my tongue. I swallowed, feeding on the natural lubricant he exuded and the spicier teases of seed.
I was awash in the decadent ecstasy that came from their demanding use. I felt carnal, a base creature made to rut with the strongest of males, the only males who could claim me. I was theirs to fuck until they were sated, existing for their pleasure.
I came the first time that way, being pounded into rapture. My channels flexed, goading Jaon and Aslada to join me in my elation. They resisted, but they groaned to feel me climaxing around them.
The second time I orgasmed was when Meyso jetted into my mouth. By that time, he’d gone from holding my chin to gripping me by a fistful of hair. I swallowed his seed as my lower body spasmed, each convulsion stronger than the last, as if fed by the Imdiko’s passion.
The third explosion came the instant I felt Aslada’s cocks jerking inside me. He let go, his magnificent body straining as he emptied his lust into me. Our cries mingled. His were loud enough that he startled what looked like winged lizards out of the nearby trees and into flight.
Meyso took the Dramok’s place in front of me, holding me so that Jaon could at last pound his rigid length in my ass. He didn’t take long, but I achieved one last climax just the same.
Their excitement fed mine. It was as if each drop of desire increased my craving for them, igniting me into an inferno with each spark. They fed me, but I only responded by becoming more ravenous.
“Ancestors,” Aslada gasped, trying to pull himself together. “You may be too much woman for one clan, Shalia.”
We took our time recovering, letting the waterfall cool our heated bodies. Once we’d gotten dressed and made sure we were all quite presentable, Aslada called his pilot to bring the shuttle and pick us up.
I went back to Mom refreshed. She took one look at my smug smile and rolled her eyes.
Monday, December 19, 2016
I wasn’t allowed to spend more than two hours at the hospital this morning. Kini and Meyso agreed it was time for me to take one of those breaks I’d been warned was coming.
I guess I was due. Mom is doing better. The odd jerking motions have quit. She speaks in complete, lucid sentences now. When Anrel is brought in to visit, Mom is the adoring grandmom every child deserves. She’s calm enough that she’s out of stasis now and gets to hold her granddaughter for the few minutes of strength she can manage.
Mom is still unhappy about being operated on without her permission. The day she found out she had been treated for bipolar disorder brought out her verbal worse. She dropped the F-bomb every other word. Thank the prophets we made sure Anrel wasn’t around for the big reveal. Funny enough, she reserved the worst of her anger not for me, but for Meyso and Kini. Kini had nothing to do with any of it, but he’s a psychiatrist, so he’s guilty by default.
I got my share of ire too, but not nearly the amount I expected. I think she doesn’t want to do anything that will result in me keeping Anrel from her. Not that I would. As long as Mom can behave herself around the baby, she can see her all she wants. I’m not so petty that I’ll keep Anrel away from a loving grandparent.
But anyway, back to the day out. Aslada, Jaon, and Meyso swept into the room as I sat with Mom. She was carefully holding Anrel. The three men, referred to by Mom as my ‘harem’ or my ‘pet dicks’ depending on her mood, bowed to her with the utmost respect.
“Good morning, Matara Eve,” Aslada said at his smoothest. “You look remarkable today.”
“If by ‘remarkable’, you mean washed up, worn out, and like the unwiped ass of a Tragoom, then you’re in the ballpark, Dramok Assalot or whatever your name is,” Mom snarled.
“Language,” I sighed.
“Ah, crap on it,” she groaned and gave each of Anrel’s ears a kiss. “Sorry, sweet baby. Mimi’s mouth gets away from her too much.” To make up for her mistake, she gave Clan Aslada the fakest smile I’ve ever seen a person wear. “Why thank you, Kalquorian whose name I can never remember and wish would let me call you ‘Al’. A most lovely day to you and your pals Jay and Mikey.”
Mom hates Kalquorian names. I’m pretty sure she remembers them all, but is too obstinate to use them. She’s renamed almost everyone who takes care of her, as well as my beaus. Jaon is Jay when he’s not Jackass, Meyso is Mikey when he’s not Dr. Dickhead. Dr. Kini is Ken when he’s not Shit-for-Brains.
Mom is not a fan of any of them. They are unfailingly respectful and polite. If she’s pissed them off at any point, they have yet to indicate it to me. I really am impressed with everyone who has to deal with her since she gives them nonstop hell.
Even after being called Assalot, Aslada only grinned at her. “If I let you get away with calling me Al, you’ll have to find something new about me to find fault with. Since I’m so nearly perfect outside of my name, I don’t want to put you through all that stress.”
Mom turned Anrel around so she was facing away. She mouthed, kiss my ass, at Aslada, but she almost smiled as she said it. I saw that merry twinkle in her eye and how her lips fought to quirk upward.
Someone’s being won over, ha-ha.
“My clan is taking your daughter and granddaughter away for a much-needed day of fun,” Aslada told Mom. “You’ve been shamelessly keeping them all to yourself, and our jealousy can’t take any more.”
She arched a brow at him. “Oh, and I suppose you think I’m having the time of my life, stuck here in this bed with a bunch of musclebound meatheads – yeah, I’m looking at you Mikey – being poked and having my brain turned inside out.”
“I’ve think you’ve been through quite the ordeal and deserve to have your every whim blatantly and unapologetically indulged once you are strong enough for it.” Aslada’s charm was verging on outrageous, and I had to snicker at the performance.
Mom wasn’t impressed. “I think you’re full of shi—uh, crap.” She remembered Anrel just in time.
“You wouldn’t be the first to reach that conclusion. Still, I do think it is time Shalia and Anrel took a break for their own good.”
Mom snorted. “When did you become a doctor, Al?”
“Aslada. Meyso and Kini agree.”
“Yeah, Goofus and Doofus’s opinions matter so much to me.” Despite her disdain, Mom’s gaze slid to me. “You and the baby have been here a lot though. You should run off for a little while. I can’t have you getting sick of me.”
“I’m not sick of you,” I protested. “You’re recovering from some serious stuff.”
“Whatever. Get out of here. Get Anrel some air. Have some fun. Get laid, if these clowns are any good. Are they?”
“Jeez, Mom,” I sighed. “You need barriers.”
“I am curious about one thing,” she said, a quizzical look on her face. “Is their stuff in proportion to the rest of them? Big and meaty?”
I took Anrel from her. “We’ll see you later, Mom. Don’t give Dr. Kini too much of a hard time.”
“If I don’t, he’ll keel over in shock. Have fun. You three, don’t core her like an apple, right? She might want more kids, so don’t wear her stuff out.”
Sweet prophets, save me from that woman. She is too much.
We left the clinic staff to Mom’s tender mercies. I stepped outside to bask in bright, warm sunlight, heading towards the shuttle bay. Anrel chortled, and Meyso scooped her from my arms to adore her with kisses and silly faces.
“Wow, fresh air,” I said as Aslada took my arm. “I feel like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon.”
“You’ve cooped yourself up with your mother for too long,” Aslada sighed. “We should have insisted you take a break before this, but we knew how worried you were for her. We were afraid you’d resist until she was doing better.”
I had to shake my head and giggle. “She’s giving everyone hell now. I think that’s a pretty good indication that she’s on the road to recovery. Thanks to Meyso.”
He grinned at me as he bounced a happy Anrel in his arms. “It has been my pleasure to see her recovering.”
“Even with all the insults and yelling? And crude questions?” I wondered what they really thought of her.
Jaon threw his head back and laughed. “I always look forward to hearing what Matara Eve will come up with next. She says exactly what is on her mind and doesn’t care how anyone feels about it. It’s refreshing to hear someone so blunt.”
Trust a Nobek to enjoy Mom’s potty mouth. “Seriously, guys. There must be times when you want to shove a towel in her trap to shut her up.”
Meyso shook his head. “You told us what to expect. She has been through a lot. Not just her mental issues, but also the repressive atmosphere she came from. She’s enjoying her freedom to say exactly what’s on her mind with no repercussions. I can’t imagine how liberating that must feel.”
I rolled my eyes. “She was plenty liberated back on Earth when it was just her and me and no one else was around.”
We had reached the bay. We climbed in the clan’s big shuttle and had a seat. Aslada waved a careless hand at the pilot. “We’re ready as planned.”
The decision on where we would go had already been made. I wondered where we were off to, but I had another question first. I looked at Aslada, who sat next to me and held my hand.
“You’re quiet on how Mom’s attitude is affecting you,” I noted.
He considered a few moments before answering. “I have no problem with Matara Eve. In fact, I enjoy the challenge of winning her regard.” He gave me an evil grin. “I have to deal with politicians who work against me all day. Do you think Matara Eve’s insults could truly hurt my feelings?”
He had a point.
He shook a finger at the ceiling of the shuttle, as if making a vow to God. “I will make that woman adore me. It has become my mission in life.”
I joined in the laughter. Far from making Clan Aslada want to run for the hills, Mom’s response to them had convinced them to try all the harder to win her over. Despite her best – or would that be worst? – efforts, I think they like her.
“So what’s got you thinking so hard?” I asked.
His humor didn’t vanish, but it did dim. “I’m worried that with all the stress you’re under due to her recovery, my clan is not getting a fair shake with you. We’re not able to show you much of a fun time. You aren’t seeing all we can offer you and Anrel.”
Meyso and Jaon nodded in agreement. I could see they were all concerned about the same thing.
I squeezed Aslada’s hand. “We aren’t getting to have a lot of enjoyment, are we? But you know what? I think it’s giving me more insight into the kind of men you are than if we were.”
Jaon’s brow creased. “In what way?”
“Life isn’t one laugh after another,” I said. “Particularly mine, sadly enough. It’s easy to be friends and lovers when things are going great and we’re all at our best. It’s when life falls apart that you find out who will stick by you and put up with the storms. That’s when you know who you can count on in the worst situations.”
Meyso searched my face. “Are you finding you can rely on us?”
“Absolutely.” My heart warmed to them, these three men who treated Mom in all her temperamental glory with patience, kindness, and even admiration. “Not only have you been wonderful to my mother, but you’ve gone above and beyond all expectations to keep me sane as well. I could never show you all the gratitude you deserve.”
There was a sense of relief from the clan. I was amazed they had been so worried about the matter and glad I could put their minds at ease.
“So,” I said, happy to spend quality time with the fellas. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” Aslada beamed, kissing the back of my hand. “A short but intense escape is in order. Relax and enjoy.”
I wondered what he meant by ‘intense’, especially with Anrel with us. The shuttle was already landing, so I was about to find out.