The Klaskians Series: Boxset Bks 1-3

by Amelia Wilson

  Maslar’s eyes were closed when she looked up at his face. He groaned and a rush of his own rich, musky scent filled the room. It was so different from Andar’s, all his own.

  Janelle reached up and gripped the base of his shaft, guiding him as he fucked her mouth harder and harder. His cock slid to the back of her throat before pulling out and sliding back in. Maslar groaned and she could tell he was close.

  “Janelle… I’m going to finish…”

  He tried to pull away, but she didn’t remove her grip on the base of his shaft and she sucked him even more eagerly. It was only another couple of seconds before he came apart. His hips jacked forward and back, his cock hammering into her mouth as he came in hot bursts, filling her mouth. The hot jets spurted down her throat and she swallowed him eagerly.

  Maslar’s body trembled and Janelle was so focused on him she almost didn’t feel the shocks of her own pleasure as Andar continued to lick and tease her sex. She whimpered around Maslar’s cock and he pulled out gently. She licked her lips and he smiled down at her.

  “That was not supposed to happen,” Maslar admitted.

  “I’m glad it did,” Janelle assured him. “I wanted to taste you. All of you. It was amazing and delicious.”

  Maslar groaned and surprised her by leaning forward and capturing her mouth with his. His tongue swept in, stroking hers hotly, tasting his own musk. When he pulled away they were both breathing hard.

  Between her legs, Andar lifted his head. He shifted away slowly and faced Janelle with a gentle look in his eyes. “What would you like to do now Janelle? A hot bath? I could get you more food…”

  “No,” Janelle said huskily. “All I want is both of you. You probably can tell that I’ve never had a man before. I want to have you both and I want you to have me. Both of you. At the same time.”

  Maslar sucked in a breath and Andar exhaled loudly. “Janelle. You are so incredibly beautiful. Are you sure you want us both? We can go slower and try that later.”

  Janelle shook her head. Her body felt like it was on fire. She knew that this was what she needed. Both those massive cocks stretching her, filling her up. “I trust you,” she whispered. “I trust you to give me exactly what I need, but I want to give you both something that you’ll also remember. I want to give you both the most amazing pleasure.”

  Maslar and Andar looked at each other and Janelle waited tensely. She thought for a minute that they were going to deny her and force her to take things more slowly as they had said, but then Andar finally nodded.

  “I will lie on the bed and you can straddle me. You can set your own pace so that I don’t hurt you. Then you can tell us where you would like Maslar to be.”

  Chapter 10

  Janelle shivered just thinking about Andar’s words. Where she wanted Maslar to be. Jesus, where didn’t she want him to be? She could think of a thousand different ways that they could pleasure each other.

  “Yes,” she finally agreed. “We can start there.”

  Andar grinned. Maslar moved, picking her up in his strong arms while Andar situated himself on the bed. His huge cock was pointing straight up and just imagining it buried in her tight, wet heat sent a wave of desperate need washing over her. A rush of wetness trickled hotly down her thigh as her body readied itself for him.

  Maslar set her down and Andar motioned her forward. “Come here, Janelle. I can smell just how ready you are.”

  Janelle nodded and stepped forward. She climbed onto the bed, moving forward on her hands and knees until she was poised over Andar’s thighs. She inched upwards, gripping his strong, muscled hips in her hands to balance herself as she rose up on her knees and hovered over his cock.

  She watched in fascination as his own beads of moisture dampened the tip until it was glistening. She closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself down. His slick, warm cockhead hit her thigh and she shifted slightly until he was in the right place.

  Janelle relaxed her body as her unabashed need took hold of her. Fire ripped through her veins as her heart began to beat harder and harder in anticipation. She slowly shifted down, parting her soaking, swollen sex with his cockhead until he was right at her entrance. She held her breath and sunk down another inch and he slipped inside easily.

  Even just the tip of his cock inside of her sent a thousand fireworks off behind Janelle’s closed eyes. She gasped at the feeling of fullness and her body screamed for more.

  Andar’s hands came to rest on her hips to guide her gently downwards. She relaxed again, taking in more of him. She felt him butt up against the tight barrier inside of herself. She knew it was going to hurt when it tore. She went slowly, feeling it stretch and then eventually tear. She gasped at the pain but it was minor and soon faded into a delicious ache that made the experience that much more pleasurable.

  “You are so beautiful, Janelle,” Andar encouraged her.

  She let herself sink down all the way, taking every single inch of Andar’s massive erection inside. He was buried to the hilt in her body and she threw back her head and moaned. Her hips began to rock of their own accord, the delicious thickness touching every single part of herself.

  Andar reached up and palmed her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, toying with her nipples until they were hard peaks again. She felt every single movement mirrored lower and she shivered as lightning bolts of pleasure stole through her body.

  She swiveled her hips harder, rocking back and forth on Andar, grinding her smooth flesh against him in an effort to relieve the aching pressure building inside of her.

  “Andar… you are so huge…” Janelle moaned. She placed her hands on his broad chest to support her rocking movements. Her hips gyrated faster, increasing the delicious friction building inside of herself.

  “Look down, darling,” Andar said huskily. Lift yourself off of me and watch as you take all of me in as you slide back down.” His hands left her breasts and gripped her hips, lifting her gently.

  Janelle’s eyes flew open. She had never thought to watch him penetrate her. As he lifted her off, the sight of his glistening cock, coated in her own juices nearly sent her spiraling out of control.

  “Watch as you take me,” Andar commanded.

  She did. She watched as she sunk down, his cock splitting her sex and disappearing inside of her. Janelle gasped. The fire burning inside her belly had spread to every single of her limbs. They felt heavy, weighed down and still the inferno spread.

  Andar’s hips bucked underneath of her, matching her own slow grinds and she moaned, savoring his hard thrusts. She felt him buried deep inside and she bore down, grinding on him, setting a blazing pace of frenzied thrusts and hard riding.

  She could feel herself growing closer and bit her lip hard, closing her eyes again. A rush of wetness coated her thighs right before her world split apart. Janelle tossed her head back and screamed with pleasure. Waves of intense sensation rolled over her and she gasped for air, lost in the currents of pleasure that were sucking her under.

  She vaguely heard Andar’s own cries as she felt the hot bursts of his seed deep in her body. His pelvis bucked hard into hers, his fingers ground into the tender flesh of her hips as he held her steady while he pumped her full.

  When Janelle finally opened her eyes, she found that Andar was looking at her, a strange tenderness in his eyes. “You are so incredible, Janelle,” he sighed.

  She relaxed, a warm feeling taking hold of her heart. “You aren’t half bad either.”

  Andar grinned and she was glad that his species had a sense of humor. She stilled suddenly and Andar looked at her questioningly.

  “What is it?”

  “I thought… well I thought you would both want to have me at once.”

  Maslar stepped forward from the corner where he had been watching them. The sheer hunger on his face was undeniable and the now familiar ache started deep within Janelle again.

  “We’re not nearly done, Janelle,” Maslar said, a sensual grim blooming over his face. �
�Not nearly.”

  Chapter 11

  “I don’t know what to do,” Janelle confessed. “I want you both to have me, to fill me up and teach me but I’m not sure how…”

  Andar gripped her hips, already guiding her. “Leave that to us. We can show you how.” His hands maneuvered her forward until she was on her knees, balancing herself with a hand on either side of his broad chest. His cock was still buried deep inside of her. She could feel the erotic pulsing of it every few seconds.

  Janelle blushed when she realized how intimately she was exposed, her bottom in the air. She couldn’t have known how sexy it was to Maslar, who was standing directly behind her.

  The bed dipped as Maslar got on. He positioned himself behind her, running a hand down her back, caressing her rounded bottom.

  “You are so perfectly made, Janelle. You have a body that was made for giving and receiving pleasure.”

  “Do I?” Janelle stammered, flushing at the compliment.

  “You do. You are exquisite.”

  Maslar’s hand traced her bottom and then he delved between her legs to her moist sex. Janelle froze, feeling his fingers caress her opening. She was soaking wet, her juices spilling down her thighs. He coated his index finger in her musk and then his hand traveled up her bottom again. She froze when he parted her, rubbing his finger gently against the unexplored pucker.

  “Oh,” she breathed out, tensing.

  “Relax against me, Janelle. I would never hurt you. If you want me to stop at any time, I can. I am going to insert my finger, just the tip, so you can get used to the sensation of having something there. Only when you feel ready will we continue.”

  Janelle relaxed, breathing deeply. She leaned forward into Andar, her face hovering above his. He reached up and brought her mouth to his, kissing her passionately as Maslar stroked her rosebud, circling it gently, wetting her with her own juices before he slipped his finger inside.

  She gasped against Andar’s lips. The feeling was so different, so strange.

  “Is that all right, Janelle?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, breaking the kiss.

  She couldn’t quite describe the feeling of having Maslar touch her there. It was like every single sensation, including the feel of Andar’s cock still hard and aching inside of her sex was magnified. His finger throbbed there, creating an ache that was sharp and delicious. She found herself wanting more, needing more and he silently obliged. He gently moved his finger, pushing in a little more and she gasped. A strange hunger gnawed at her insides. She squirmed against his touch, opening herself up to take more of him. He filled her with his finger, thrusting in a gentle motion as she bore down against him. She strained against Andar’s cock inside of her as a fresh ache and a molten white hunger ate away at her.

  “I want you to fill me now,” Janelle said huskily, leaning back into Maslar’s touch. “I want all of you. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Maslar groaned and Andar growled hungrily. Janelle knew their hunger was as great for her as hers was for them.

  Withdrawing his finger, Maslar palmed his cock. He ran his hand over and down his shaft, smearing his liquid arousal, lubricating the entire length of himself. Janelle turned her head to the side and watched it all, her hunger for him only growing as she watched him stroke his hard length.

  When he was slick and straining in his own hand, Maslar moved behind her. Janelle felt the soft touch of his hand on her bottom and then his cockhead was pressing against her rosebud. He was so thick, so much thicker than his finger had been.

  She cried out when he parted her, slipping in just a fraction. Maslar froze, waiting.

  “It’s all right,” Janelle whispered. “Please don’t stop. It feels so painful but it’s a good pain. It burns but it’s like the fire is consuming me and I never want it to end.”

  Andar’s hand went to her hips, supporting her, but he remained perfectly still otherwise. Maslar continued to slide into her, stretching her painfully and amazingly with his huge cock, filling her achingly full.

  “Yes,” Janelle moaned, bearing down on both of their cocks. This was what she had always wanted and never known she needed. The affection of two lovers, their three bodies fitted together in perfection, each bringing the other divine pleasure.

  Maslar slid in another inch and another. The burn was so raw, the friction building inside of her made Janelle dizzy. And then Andar moved inside of her. He started to thrust and Maslar, almost buried to the hilt inside of her, started to move as well, matching Andar’s pace.

  The movements of their cocks at the same time drove Janelle wild. The sensations were so different, so incredibly heightened. The burn grew as their movements intensified, their thrusting harder, entering her and filling her even deeper than before.

  Janelle was so lost. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away with the rough thrusts. Her skin grew sweaty, her body bearing down and riding the waves of pleasure, rocking with every movement.

  “Harder,” she begged. “Don’t stop… Give me more…”

  The pain and pressure and fiery pleasure bloomed inside of her but she couldn’t reach her pinnacle. She felt herself climbing, but it seemed endless, like she was never going to get to the top.

  She writhed against Andar and Maslar and they supported her with strong arms as they rammed into her, pumping her full with every long, hot stroke. Maslar pumped her rapidly from the back and Andar pulled out of her sex almost all the way before filling her again.

  “Come for us, darling,” Maslar urged. “Come apart, Janelle.”

  Andar’s bands found her breasts and pinched her nipples painfully. The pressure of their cocks plunging in and out of her body, the thrill of Andar’s pained movements against her sensitive nipples sent her careening over the edge, and the release was overwhelming.

  She cried out sharply, the orgasm taking full hold and not releasing her. She screamed her pleasure as Maslar and Andar fucked her hard, continuing their brutally delicious onslaught.

  Just when she felt she was coming down from her climax, another wave took her. Wave after wave shook her, her cries seeming to echo through the room forever. She bucked against the strong bodies, their cocks taking her to heaven and back down before reaching the clouds again.

  She came over and over. Her juices soaked her thighs. She bucked against Maslar and Andar, driving them wild until their own climaxes took hold. They filled her body as they orgasmed within seconds of each other. She felt the hot bursts of their seed in both of her passages. Their seed was like a balm to her heated, swollen flesh.

  When Maslar pulled out and dropped to the bed beside her, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths, Janelle felt strangely empty. Andar pulled out as well. He lifted her easily from his cock and set her on her knees gently between the two of them. She glanced at both of them and wondered how on Earth their cocks could still be hard.

  The smell of their sex, the musk of their bodies, their delicious, deep male aroma filling the air around them only served to start the deep-seated ache inside of her again. She wondered how she could still feel such desperate need when she’d orgasmed so many times.

  Between her legs, a hot rush of her juices mixed with their seed trickled down her thigh. Janelle reached down and dipped her finger in it, bringing it to her mouth to taste. She closed her eyes, sighing as she swallowed the delicious mixture of their pleasure down her throat.

  “Janelle…” Maslar groaned as Andar made a similar strangled noise in his throat.

  “I want you both again,” Janelle panted. “I need you both. Show me more. I have this ache that only you can fill.”

  Maslar’s face grew tender. “It’s our seed Janelle. It’s an aphrodisiac to humans. The more you get, the more you crave. Come, your body will be too sore right away. Let us go down to the river not far from here. There is a cave where we will not be seen by others. We can bathe in the hot springs.”

  “The water will replenish your body,” And
er joined in softly. “And then, my dear, we will give you what you need.”

  Chapter 12

  “Andar… wake up.” Andar leapt from bed, the silky coverlet falling away from her body as it pooled to the floor in a rush.

  “What is it?” He glanced around wildly, his body poised for fight. Through the holes in the tree trunk, the first rays of dawn were just beginning to flood the room. Seeing no lurking enemy, he glanced at Janelle, puzzled.

  “My breasts!” Janelle sat up and tried staring down at herself. She touched them gently. “They hurt! And my stomach is cramping. I think something’s wrong!”

  Andar’s face relaxed, and to Janelle’s surprise, he smiled. She looked at him, confused, unable to understand his reaction. Something terrible was happening to her, some illness was taking over her body. Her skin was hot, almost fevered and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her breasts ached and the cramping was getting worse and he just stood there, looking like it was the best thing in the world.

  Then it slowly dawned on her that it was the best thing in the world.

  “I’ve finally conceived, haven’t I?” Janelle whispered. After three weeks of trying, she’d almost given up hope. She had expected it to be something that happened right away, even though she recalled from the briefing that it wasn’t always that way. Some women took months to get pregnant with their male.

  “Yes, Janelle. The signs are unmistakable.”

  “Why is there cramping?” She put a hand over her stomach. “In human pregnancies, I don’t think that’s a good sign.”

  “Don’t worry.” Andar sat down on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and stroked Janelle’s cheek gently. “Oh, my dear, this is the best news. We’ve found that human women experience some discomfort when the seed takes hold of the egg. New life is being created inside of you right this minute.”

  “Do you know when the pain will pass?” Janelle winced as another spasm shook her.