Three Square Meals Ch. 115

After a nod from Alyssa, Perl said quietly, "Check out the band on that ring..."

Mystified, Kelli squinted at the ring around Alyssa's slender finger, examining it further. "There's a load of lions around it... ten of them?"

"Lionesses," Perl corrected her, studying the beautiful women sitting opposite.

Kelli suddenly squeaked as she understood. "He's fucking all of you?!"

Alyssa's raised eyebrow made Kelli blush, then the blonde broke out into a lovely smile. "Yes, we're all engaged to John."

"He must be a legend in bed if he's keeping ten women satisfied!" Kelli gasped with glee. She darted a knowing glance at Perl and added, "Or very rich!"

"They love him, Kel," Perl said quietly. "It's not about the money..."

Alyssa nodded. "We're all quite comfortable financially; money has nothing to do with it."

"So you want to pay us...what? 5000 credits? Just to make you better in bed for John?" Kelli asked, shaking her head in amazement.

Reaching out to hold their hands, Alyssa smiled when Kelli and Perl didn't flinch at her touch. She stroked them gently as she replied, "No, I want to pay each of you... 100,000 credits... to give me and Sparks a masterclass in pleasing a man in bed."

Their mouths dropped open in shock. "You're fucking with us..." Kelli muttered, unable to believe her ears.

"Not in the slightest," Alyssa said calmly. "Sparks and I were incredibly fortunate to meet John, and now we want to... spread the wealth. After all, us Karron girls have got to stick together."

Dana nodded, her smile tinged with sadness. "There's not many of us left."

Perl stared at Alyssa in fascination, drinking in every feature of her beautiful face. "If you both looked like us before... is there any way that we could look like you two now?"

Alyssa returned her gaze without replying, her expression deeply conflicted. Perl could see a fierce look of longing in those cerulean eyes, but it was warring with other emotions that she just couldn't read. Dana frowned and elbowed her friend, drawing a mournful sigh from Alyssa.

"I'd love to do that for you, I really would," she said earnestly, looking at them in turn. "Unfortunately, there's certain rules that I won't break when I'm recruiting Lionesses. If your circumstances were different, I'd snap you up in a heartbeat..."

Kelli looked stunned. "You'd want to recruit us as Lionesses?!"

Alyssa nodded and there was no mistaking her sincerity as she replied, "Oh, absolutely! You're both very bright, capable women, who managed to survive a Kirrix invasion with no training of any kind. With some careful nurturing, you'd be magnificent."

"It's because we're with Tony, isn't it?" Perl asked, in a sudden flash of insight.

"But he's not a bad guy anymore!" Kelli protested in frustration.

Dana placed a hand on Alyssa's shoulder and gave the brunette a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I saw. He's different now, he really is trying to be a better person. If he was still an asshole, I doubt you two would have fallen in love with him."

"Unfortunately, that makes the three of you a package deal, which is why I can't recruit you," Alyssa said softly, with a hint of regret.

Perl nodded her understanding. "Because all the Lionesses belong to the Lion."

"That's the way a Lion's pride works," Alyssa said with the hint of a smile.

Looking at the blonde matriarch appraisingly, Perl asked, "If we left Tony to join you, we'd end up being rich, famous, and just as beautiful as the rest of the Lionesses, wouldn't we?"

"Yes, that's right," Alyssa confirmed, studying her in return.

"Hey!" Kelli protested, but her friend squeezed her hand to silence her objections.

The two blondes shared a long look, before a warm smile spread across Alyssa's face. "I really hope Tony appreciates just how lucky he is. I'm sorry that you're not joining us, but I am glad we'll be able to help give you a great start at a new life."

"Thank you," Perl said graciously.

Kelli relaxed, then grinned at the two Lionesses. "I can't wait to teach you every last thing we know about sex!" She shook her head in wry amusement. "You know what? This is the first time I'm actually glad I was a whore."

Perl traced her finger over the back of Alyssa's hand, her own smile turning wicked. "So... how naughty do you want to get for your Lion?"

"A girl likes to have lots of strings to her bow," Alyssa replied, her demure smile not quite in keeping with the gleam of anticipation in her eyes.

***

Flight Commander Krisalei stood in the observation gallery overlooking the Elauthin Kelrona's Flight Deck. Although there were scores of Trankarans aboard the heavy carrier, their movement within the vessel was severely restricted, so she felt quite safe gazing through the one-way crystal windows without wearing full body armour. She watched in fascination as the hulking rockmen engineers laboured on her Nievath Interceptor, refitting the nimble strike craft with new technology.

The armour plating along the starboard flank of the sleek strike craft had been removed, exposing the section of hull behind the cockpit, where the survival equipment locker was located. A burly Trankaran carefully hauled out the metre-long compartment under the supervision of a Maliri deck officer, foregoing the use of a hoist and relying on raw physical strength alone. The golden-armoured crewwoman nodded her approval, then beckoned over another of the hulking rockmen, who carried the new Brimorian Shield Generator to the ship in his broad arms.

"Krisalei! We've been looking everywhere for you!" Lorathyra called out, the Maliri pilot striding into the observation gallery, accompanied by the third member of their wing.

Turning away from the Flight Deck of the Sylmenor-class heavy carrier, Krisalei greeted her two wingmates with a smile. "Good afternoon, ladies. I was just watching the Trankarans refitting my ship."

The two pilots darted a quick glance at Krisalei's short white hair, the pair visibly relaxing at that strangely alluring sight.

"See, I told you she'd be up here," Torvanna said with a condescending grin aimed at her wingmate.

Ignoring her fellow pilot, Lorathyra nervously ran her fingers through her crop of dark hair. "Commander, are you sure it's wise letting these... walking boulders... have free reign with our interceptors?"

"Lorathyra! That's no way to speak about our allies," Krisalei admonished her with a frown. "Baen'thelas trusts them and who are we to disagree with him?"

The Maliri pilot blushed, looking contrite. "I'm sorry... I was just worried about non-Maliri working on classified technology."

"They're being carefully monitored..." the Flight Commander replied, gesturing through the window at her interceptor. "See for yourself."

Torvanna took a cursory glance into the Flight Deck. "Actually, we watched them upgrade my ship earlier. I just pray we're never forced to crash land... that would be most unpleasant without any emergency survival gear."

"I'm more than willing to exchange a thermal tent for a shield generator," Krisalei said, returning her attention to her vessel. Her cyan eyes flicked to a hulking Trankaran who hefted the new device up to his equally huge compatriot, neither showing the strain from carrying the solid-looking component. "Besides, I think the Trankarans are quite appealing, in a... substantial... sort of a way."

Wrinkling her nose in distaste, Lorathyra darted an incredulous look at her Flight Commander. "You can't be serious?! They have all the aesthetic appeal of a mountain range!"

Torvanna laughed, her eyes roaming over the eight-foot-tall rockman. "Forget their brutish appearance for a moment, I'd be far more worried about getting squashed..."

Krisalei smiled at their teasing and raised an eyebrow at her wingmate. "Ah yes, you prefer your men with a nice pink complexion. What was that Terran called again?"

"I believe his name was Murphy," Lorathyra supplied with a smirk.

Blushing a deep Indigo, Torvanna protested, "Hey! You agreed he was handsome!"

"That he was," Lorathyra conceded, recalling the strong masculine features of the Terran pilot, which she found very attractive despite his exotic skin tone. "I'll admit that I certainly wouldn't object to an intimate liaison with him, but a male from any other species?" She shuddered at the very thought.

Krisalei didn't comment, lost in her memories of one particular male from another species she would give anything to be intimate with again. Kneeling before Baen'thalas with nineteen other Maliri officers had been the most intensely arousing experience in all of her 93 years. It was no exaggeration to say that it had changed her life, a fact she was reminded of every morning when she looked in the mirror. Toying idly with a lock of her white hair, Krisalei wondered how long it would take before it grew to the same length as Queen Edraele's spectacular snowy mane...

Torvanna laughed and shook Krisalei's shoulder. "Daydreaming about him again?"

Krisalei was about to protest when Lorathyra smirked and gave her a knowing look. "Don't bother trying to deny it, we just called your name three times."

With a self-conscious smile, Krisalei shrugged helplessly. Eager to change the subject, she studied her Nievath interceptor and was pleased to see that the maintenance teams had resealed the access ports on the trio of Pulse Cannons. "It looks like they've finished upgrading my heatsinks with the latest Kintark variants."

"I spoke to the maintenance crew chief a few minutes ago," Lorathyra informed her. "She said that all the Elauthin Kelrona's interceptors were prioritised for the refit, to make sure we're ready to take on the drone swarms. The turret guns on the bombers will have to wait until later."

Torvanna nodded, an eager gleam in her eyes. "And the techs have modified the holo-simulators to reflect our new loadout. The increased firepower from our Pulse Cannons should be impressive and now we have Brimorian shields, we can be far more reckless securing a kill!"

With a grin of anticipation, Krisalei turned and gestured towards the exit. "Then what are we waiting for, ladies? To the simulators! Endless drone swarms await!"

The two wingmates laughed as they fell into step beside their leader, equally keen to put their upgraded ship to the test.

Torvanna glanced at her Flight Commander. "Krisalei... after we've completed our training simulations against the Kirrix, perhaps we could rerun a simulation of the Battle of Terra?"

"I wasn't aware that the Kintark still posed a threat?" Krisalei replied, trying to suppress a smile.

"Err, they don't," the flustered pilot quickly replied. "I just thought it might be interesting to see the difference our upgraded interceptors might make to the outcome of that battle."

Lorathyra snickered and rolled her eyes. "You just want to relive your fantasy of rushing to that Terran's rescue!"

Torvanna blushed furiously, her cheeks turning a lustrous dark blue.

Krisalei put her arm around the embarrassed woman's shoulders. "Actually, I think the idea has merit. It would be fascinating to objectively compare the performance improvements." She leaned in closer to her wingmate and whispered in her pointed ear, "And he was very handsome..."

***

John cradled Tashana's head in his hands, thoroughly enchanted by her adoring expression as she stared up at him starry-eyed.

"I don't think I can... not again," she murmured breathlessly, her chest flushed a dark blue as she recovered from yet another powerful climax. "H-how many was that?"

"Nine," he replied, feeling no small amount of pride. "Just one more? I love seeing you like this, you look so beautiful..."

Tashana blushed and gave him a shy smile, then nodded as she caressed his flanks with the velvety-smooth skin of her splayed thighs. "Okay, just one more..." She glanced at her twin, who knelt partially-clad beside them, wrists grav-cuffed above her head. "Rill must be going out of her mind."

Irillith's chest was heaving as she panted for breath and there was a dangerous glint in her violet eyes. "I'll make you pay for ravaging my sister, you brutish Neanderthal!" she snarled at John.

"Excuse me a moment," he apologised to Tashana, then gently eased his length out of her glistening pussy.

She groaned and uncoiled her impossibly long, slender, and muscular legs. "Oh, that feels so good to stretch. This has been incredible, but I'm not used to making love to you for hours..."

"Just giving you the attention you deserve," John replied with a smile. He turned to Irillith and raised an eyebrow. "Now, what can we do to quiet that acerbic tongue of yours... I don't want you spoiling your sister's grand finale."

She glowered at him in a very convincing display of fury. "Of all the indignities I've had to endure, listening to your pitiful whining is by far the worst torment of all..."

"Ah, I know," he said with a knowing smile, sliding off the bed and moving around behind her.

The shackled Maliri glared over her shoulder at him with flashing eyes. "What do you think you're doing now- Oh!"

John grasped the flimsy straps of Irillith's panties and tore them off her flawless body, leaving her completely nude.

"They were from my favourite set!" Irillith shrieked in protest.

"The lady doth protest too much..." he said with a grin, feeling how soaked with her arousal they were. John glanced at Tashana and she giggled as he gently wiped the fabric over her sopping pussy.

Irillith's angular eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare!"

He cupped her chin in his hand and watched her clamp her lips tightly shut. "Open wide..." he said, exerting the lightest of pressure.

She pretended to fight it, but eventually succumbed, opening her mouth as if under duress. John popped the moist silky material inside and Irillith snorted through her nose, her eyes threatening to roll back as she tasted herself, Tashana, and a liberal dose of John's precum.

"Now just be patient, it'll be your turn soon enough," he chastised the squirming Maliri, giving her a firm slap on the butt that made her cheeks tremble.

Tashana moaned, writhing on the bed as she beckoned him over. "I need you..."

Knowing that both twins were feeling everything he did to either of them, he looked at her curiously as she spread her legs for him. "Did that feel good because Irillith gets off on being spanked, or because you like it too?"

She sighed with delight as John pushed his way back inside her, easing through her pliable uterus into the snug confines of her womb. "Everything you do feels wonderful..."

"I just worry about flashbacks..." he said cautiously.

Tashana looked up at him with hooded eyes as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. "There's nothing to worry about. I know you'd never hurt me."

He caressed her throat, his fingers brushing over the metal collar. "Does this help?"

She gave him a coy smile. "It helps turn me on... but no, I don't need it to have absolute trust in you." Nuzzling into his neck, she kissed his throat. "The past is nothing but a distant memory now. I feel... complete... and being with you is the only thing that matters."

"You're amazing," he whispered in her ear, as he started to move. "I'm so proud of you, Tashana."

She shivered in delight, her slender azure limbs gripping him tighter.

John glanced at Irillith who was watching them with feverish eyes, before focusing on Tashana again. "Do you think you can temporarily block your shared connection? I don't want your sister passing out on me just yet."

Tashana giggled and looked at her twin. She concentrated for a moment, barring Irillith's entrance to her mental defences, which resulted in a muffled moan of protest.

"Well done," John praised her, brushing his fingers through Tashana's hair and cradling her head in his hand again.

"Am I a good girl?" she asked breathily.

"So good," he agreed, giving her long thrusts as she responded to him. "You won't have to wait much longer now... Soon I'll be able to reward you properly; make that lovely blue tummy of yours grow big with my baby."

Tashana whimpered, her hips gyrating as she humped back at him. "I want that... so much..."

"Of course you do," John agreed, his lips brushing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "That's what your sexy little body was designed for..."

"Oh! Oh god..." Tashana gasped, gripping him tight as she felt a huge climax building.

Rubbing her g-spot with every stroke, John felt her tensing in anticipation and shifted position so he was gazing deep into her eyes. "I'm going to love you forever, beautiful. Take special care of you and all our children..."

Tashana's back arched and she let out a wordless scream, her pupils flaring impossibly wide as she rode a euphoric high. It was a deliciously long climax as she cried out in rapture, her mind adrift in a sea of ecstasy. John rode her through it, whispering loving words in her ear to intensify her pleasure, Tashana's instinctive need to obey his deep baritone voice sending her into orbit. With a breathy gasp she sagged backwards, reeling from her explosive orgasm and collapsing insensate.

John smiled in satisfaction and eased his throbbing cock out of her fluttering depths, the Maliri too exhausted to even react. He turned to smile at Irillith. "Your turn now..."

Her eyes blazed as she watched him approach her, but she was held helpless by the grav-cuffs and was unable to retreat. John ignored the cuffs around her ankles and touched the button on her wrist restraints, allowing her upper body to be repositioned. He pushed her down on her belly so her head was on the mattress, leaving her delightful blue rump sticking up in the air. The wadded panties in her mouth muffled her shriek of protest and he tried not to laugh at her antics as she accidentally adjusted her knees, exposing her well-lubed anus to his hungry gaze.

"Such a bad girl, lubing yourself up like that... it's almost as if you want me to stretch that tight little ass..."

Irillith panted with anticipation, violet eyes watching his every move. John knelt beside her and gathered her long mane of hair in one hand, then tugged it back, controlling her head and making her face forward. Before she realised what was coming next, he delivered three firm smacks to her perfectly positioned bottom. There was no mistaking Irillith's slutty moans as she shuddered with each impact on her cheeks and a glance at her beautiful face in profile revealed her eyelashes fluttering wildly. He let his hand slide down between her parted thighs and slid his thumb into her slippery ass, which drew another squeak as his fingers reached for her clit.

She came almost the instant he made contact with her sensitive nub, her strangled climactic cry muffled by her gag. Taking advantage of her blissful daze, John tapped the grav-cuffs on her ankles and flipped Irillith over onto her back, smiling at the look of shock on her face. He positioned her wrists so they were crossed above her head and locked them so she wouldn't be able to move. Lifting and spreading her legs, he pushed them back so her knees were framing her breasts. John tapped the cuffs on her ankles, leaving her locked in position and obscenely vulnerable to any form of penetration he might desire.

Tugging the rolled-up panties from her mouth, John looked down at her with a grin. "Comfy?"

Credit where it was due, Irillith recovered quickly and scowled at him. "What the hell are you doing now, you perverted ape?!"

Ignoring her indignant question, John positioned the head of his cock against her glistening anus and pushed forward, applying gentle but insistent pressure. Any further commentary from Irillith was cut off in a shocked squeal as he slowly but surely stuffed his entire length up her ass, his huge girth stretching her to the limit.