Maryam

by Tracy St. John

  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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  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

  The Font

  To Pro­tect and Ser­vice: Rav­en­ous Virtue

  To Pro­tect and Ser­vice: Right­eous Fury

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  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

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  Not of This World

  Worlds Apart

  Worlds Col­lide

  Worlds Away

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  Drop Dead Sexy

  Blood Po­tion No. 9

  Once Bit­ten Twice Dead

  An­i­mal At­trac­tion

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