It felt like perfection until he began to move, slowly rocking against her, rubbing every sensitive bit inside. Lightning bolts sizzled, galvanizing her. She squealed. Though his movements were slow, careful, the friction was monumental. Thunderclaps of rapture reverberated throughout her.
Dergan halted. Before Maryam could voice her objections to him stopping, he lifted her as he straightened, kneeling on the sleeping mat. Gravity pulled her down on him, pushing him in farther than before. Maryam moaned, overcome by ecstasy. Every mote of her being seemed alive, each cell focused on the delight of physical paradise consuming her.
Warmth behind her, snuggling close. Pana whispered in her ear. “Remember to not move. The intoxicant will make you wish to do so faster than is safe, so hold onto Dergan and don’t move.”
Velvet-covered iron pressed to her pucker. As his cock pushed slowly but implacably, Maryam couldn’t believe it was happening. He would enter her too, filling her ass while Dergan’s twin shafts occupied her sex? It couldn’t be possible, but that’s what Pana was doing.
She moaned against the burning sensation of his invasion, her flesh reluctant to yield to his. Yet it did yield, the increasing ache warping into unthinkable pleasure. Dergan whispered encouragement as she was trapped between the two men, kissing her upturned face as Pana traveled ever inward.
“Almost there,” the Imdiko groaned. “Ancestors, she feels so good.”
Maryam was about to tell him he felt pretty amazing himself when a jolt of pain sizzled up her spine. She hissed, clawing at Dergan’s back. Pana halted, gasping.
“Easy,” Dergan warned them both. “Give her a moment, Pana. Relax, Maryam. It’s all right.”
“Don’t stop,” she begged, though the pain ebbed slowly. “I want this.”
“Not to the point of injury,” Pana insisted. “The intoxicant is making you reckless, as we thought it might. We’ll be careful though. You’ll be safe.”
“This will help you learn we’ll always put your welfare ahead of our wants,” Dergan asserted. “Despite how we came together, you’ll see you can trust us.”
Though she appreciated their conscientiousness, enhanced arousal had demands all its own. Maryam was squirming desperately by the time Pana decided it was safe for him to continue.
With his girth widening, an eternity passed before he reached his end. At last, Maryam was fully joined to the pair. They knelt with her between their warmth, possessing her. It made her emotional, as if a dear dream had come true.
Only one element was missing. “What about Kels?”
“I’m here.” He appeared at her side, his gaze warm on her. “I’ve been watching this beautiful union between you and my clanmates. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you three this way.”
“You’re left out.” Maryam’s euphoria was dampened by his being separate from the incredible joining.
“Not for long, if you’ll continue what you started in the shower.”
He stood on the mat, the top of his head almost touching the ceiling. It put his lengths at the level of her mouth. Their cinnamon-like aroma filled her senses.
With a delighted moan, Maryam reached for him, curling her hand around the primary. She pumped it with firm strokes as she bobbed over his smaller sex.
All was perfect. She’d discover what it was to suck Kels to completion, as she’d fantasized in the shower.
Dergan shifted. His shafts slid outward, applying toe-curling friction as they retreated through her clinging womanhood. Maryam cried out against the phallus in her mouth as elation shot through her.
The Nobek halted when the tips of his shafts remained. As he slowly drove them in again, Pana withdrew, emptying her to the end of his shaft at the same instant Dergan was fully embedded. He thrust as Dergan pulled outward. She rocked between them as they fucked her with steady strokes.
She struggled to maintain a rhythm as she pleasured Kels. The sensations of being loved by Dergan and Pana overwhelmed her, making it difficult to serve the Dramok as she wished to. Though he offered no complaints—indeed, he cried out as she went from cock to cock, consuming him deeper until he was at the back of her throat—Maryam felt he was cheated.
Gasping, she grabbed his hand and placed it on top of her head. “Use me, Master. Take my mouth as you wish.”
Spicy-salty sweetness spurted against her tongue as he stared down at her. His eyes widened as she swallowed the jolt of pre-cum, and he groaned rather than spoke his response. “I will, my lovely captive. When I come, open your mouth so I can watch you swallow it.”
His hand cupping her skull, Kels’s hips pumped, feeding her his primary. Dergan muttered an obscenity and Pana gripped her breasts painfully as they were treated to the view of their Dramok mouthfucking her from inches away.
Maryam lost herself in the tide of the three Kalquorians heaving, bucking, driving against her. Taking her as she’d not imagined any woman could be taken. Loving her with their bodies—and she hoped, with more.
She knew the impossibility, but she dared to wish it could last forever. She shared herself in a way she’d never considered conceivable, but now couldn’t fathom it happening any other way. They fit together in a fashion she’d have thought impossible, but seemed the most natural in the universe.
How could she not fall in love, especially when there was so much more happening beyond their physical joining?
Though no one rushed the encounter, the end came all too soon, just as Maryam had known it would. Her body, singing with the intoxicant and thrilled by lovemaking, succumbed with violent glee. As she clawed Dergan’s chest and shoulders, orgasm clawed at her, tearing paroxysms of rapture from her, leaving her screaming. Pana followed soon after, pumping hard against her buttocks as he bellowed deep-throated cries. Then Dergan succumbed, grunting as forceful spasms wracked him. The pair thudded against her, setting off another surge of elated convulsions.
Brutal climax was easing to pleasurable ripples for Maryam when Kels gasped her name. She opened her mouth wide, cupping the tip of his cock with her tongue as his rhythm grew erratic. Hot juices jetted, accompanied by his desperate cries as he watched himself climax—and her swallow his seed with moans of pleasure. She pumped with her hand, urging him to surrender every drop of cinnamon-tinged pleasure.
Later, as the four lay gasping on the bed, twisted and tangled about each other like a Gordian knot, Maryam basked in a deeper joy than that of profound sex. She gazed at the men in turn, their faces bringing more than simple affection to the fore. Adoration for each filled her to the brim.
Was this love, so soon? It certainly was starting to feel like it.
Chapter Twenty
Five months later
Maryam lifted Clan Kels’ son, allowing Pana to take him from her arms. The hour-old baby ceased crying as the Imdiko rocked him gently, cooing nonsense soothing sounds.
Maryam smiled at Pana, who let tears roll down his cheeks unchecked. “You’re a natural.”
“As are you,” Kels asserted from the opposite side of the hospital medi-bed where he and Dergan stood. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “A Kalquorian child, grown almost full term in such a tiny Earther body. I couldn’t have imagined it possible.”
“Now you’ll get to see me shrink down to normal—I hope—instead of a behemoth lugging around a sixteen-
pound kid.”
Dergan uttered disapproving noises as he offered a cup of juice for her to drink. “You were, are, and always will be beautiful, my Matara.”
Maryam warmed. Even after joining the clan a month and a half after reaching Kalquor, it still thrilled her when they referred to her as their lifemate. They’d won her over easily despite the bumpy beginnings of their relationship. Kels, Pana, and Dergan couldn’t have been more attentive as she’d swelled huge with their child. At no time did she feel to be a mere incubator, not when they’d doted on her at every turn. She’d never felt so loved.
Apparently, Pana’s new father skills could only do so much, because the baby let loose a wail. Pana pretended despair. “What is it, Naji? What’s wrong, my little man? Tell me so I can fix it, or my reputation as an Imdiko will be ruined.”
The clan chuckled. Kels held out his arms and took Naji, gazing at his son with unabashed adoration. After a couple of minutes, he passed the baby on to Dergan, who greeted his newborn with a tender kiss to the top of his black-fuzzed head.
Maryam watched the fathers with their child, in love for all four until she feared she’d burst from the strain. The perfect family. Her perfect family.
She’d gone through a lot to realize her dreams. A curl of excitement filled her at the thought of her studies; interrupted for the birth but ready to be picked up again as soon as the obstetrician cleared her. Clan Kels had arranged for medical school days after they’d landed on Kalquor, one of many gestures that showed their dedication to Maryam.
A future doctor as well as a mother. She would have it all.
Despite the momentous occasion of his son having arrived, Kels glanced from Naji, snuggled in Pana’s arms again, to her. His brows drew together, perhaps catching her contemplative mood. “Are you all right?”
“Fine. Great. Except, I’m used to having my Naji close and not far away.”
“He’s less than a foot from you,” Pana complained, discerning she wanted to hold him again, but not willing to let him go.
“My arms are so empty. Make him give Naji back, Dergan.” Maryam gave the Nobek the most pathetically sad gaze she could conjure.
Dergan pretended to snarl at their Imdiko. Pana laughed at the display and settled Naji in Maryam’s arms again.
She gazed at the baby—on the small size for a newborn Kalquorian, but an armful for her. She was sure she detected Kels in that face. Something about his jaw and brows. Maryam had learned Kalquorian clans didn’t distinguish who might be the biological father, however. As far as Kels, Pana, and Dergan were concerned, they were all Naji’s fathers.
It applied to Maryam as well. Biologically, Naji was Briel’s child, but Maryam was encouraged to claim him too. She smiled at the yawning cherub.
“You’re a lucky boy, you know that? Three wonderful fathers, a mother who loves you with all her heart, and a mother who loved you before me. We have such stories to tell you about her, your beautiful mother Briel.”
“He’ll know all about her. We’ll never let him forget,” Kels vowed as the other two nodded.
Maryam’s clan drew close to her and the child who’d brought them together. Her family.
The End
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An Earth woman is claimed by an alien clan of three men, bringing their two worlds to the brink of war.
Amelia Ryan fled Earth’s fanatically religious government to live quietly among the aliens of Plasius. Her life of peace shatters when a three-man clan from the planet Kalquor kidnaps her and holds her prisoner.
With their people poised on the verge of extinction, the Kalquorians are determined to have Amelia for their mate. Amelia is equally determined to escape. But when her body thrills to the ruthless domination of her captors, she finds herself surrendering to desires she never imagined possible.
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Unholy Union
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Alien Embrace
Alien Rule
Alien Conquest
Alien Salvation
Alien Slave
Alien Interludes: Clans of Kalquor Short Stories
Alien Redemption
Alien Refuge
Alien Caged
Alien Indiscretions
Alien Hostage
Alien Revolt
Alien Outcast
CLAN BEGINNINGS
To Clan and Conquer
Clan and Conviction
Clan, Honor, and Empire
Clan and Crown
Clan and Command
Clan and Conscience
OTHER CLANS OF KALQUOR BOOKS
Sister Katherine
Michaela
Joseph
Shalia’s Diary Book 1
Shalia’s Diary Book 2
Shalia’s Diary Book 3
Shalia’s Diary Book 4
Shalia’s Diary Book 5
Shalia’s Diary Book 6
Shalia’s Diary Book 7
Shalia’s Diary Book 8
Shalia’s Diary Book 9
Shalia’s Diary Book 10
Shalia’s Diary Book 11
Shalia’s Diary Book 12
WARRIORS OF RISNAR SERIES
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Not of This World
Worlds Apart
Worlds Collide
Worlds Away
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Blood Potion No. 9
Once Bitten Twice Dead
Animal Attraction
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