Three Square Meals Ch. 117

*Okay, open your eyes!* Jade requested telepathically.

When he did so, he found three sets of identical violet eyes gazing back at him, waiting for his reaction with great anticipation.

"Triplets..." John said with a happy sigh. "What a perfect way to start the day."

The girls didn't reply and he realised at once what their game was. This wasn't about identifying who was who, but simply about enjoying the raw physical pleasure the matching set of girls were offering. He climbed off the bed and sent telepathic requests to Jade and Alyssa, with the twins following their matriarch's instructions. Helping the three of them up, John pulled away the duvet and laid it out on the floor, the triplets sinking compliantly to their knees before him.

With playful smiles they opened their mouths, offering him an extremely alluring choice. Choosing the girl in the middle, he presented his throbbing cock to her and watched as her soft blue lips enveloped his crown. Her sisters closed the distance and began to kiss and lick his shaft, making him groan at the exquisite sensations of three velvety tongues caressing his length.

"You're such good girls," he murmured, cupping the flanking triplets' heads in his hands and holding them in position.

Three sets of eyes twinkled in amusement, then they got to work, stroking and caressing his cock in deliciously wet warmth. John gazed down at the trio of Maliri girls, who knelt submissively before him, their beautiful blue faces watching him intently. He could see such love and devotion in those enchanting eyes, the strength of their feelings for him matching the depth of his for them. Alyssa must have passed on those thoughts, because their tender gaze softened, the three-way blowjob becoming even more sensual and erotic.

John watched their long manes of white hair falling down their backs, almost like a luxurious arrow pointing to their wonderfully firm asses. Running his fingers through their hair as he towered over them was such a thrill, tenderness and domination making for an intoxicating combination. The room was quiet, except for the slick sound of his cock pistoning in and out of the middle girl's mouth, the triplets working as a team with one goal in mind.

It didn't take long for John to reach his release, not with that overwhelming view before him. His deep groan as he climaxed was joined by a low, throaty moan from the Maliri sucking avidly on his cock, a long spurt of cum filling her mouth. Her tastebuds were bathed in his essence, making those angular eyes roll back in ecstasy, whimpering softly as she swallowed down her first mouthful. John felt Tashana light up in his mind, an active connection forming between them as he filled her stomach with his cum. Her eyes blazed with a fierce violet light as she swallowed again and again, in a euphoric daze as she revelled in his sweet taste.

The girls switched and the next triplet shivered with delight as her cheeks bulged, trying to contain his first powerful spurt inside her eager mouth. Irillith lit up in his mind as she swallowed, the Maliri mewling with joy as he began feeding her a hearty breakfast. The inner radiance from her gaze joined the light sweeping over him from her sister and John held her in place as he pumped her full.

Finally, it was the last triplet's turn and John wavered unsteadily on his feet as the Nymph took his entire length to the hilt, Jade seeing no reason to maintain the facade any more. Her throat was wet and soft, like a pliant tongue that wrapped snug around him, milking his shaft with long languid strokes. He felt like his quad had been sucked inside out by the time Jade was satisfied that she'd got every last drop and as soon as she released him from her lips, he staggered over to the bed and collapsed.

When he'd regained the use of his faculties, John glanced at the girls and saw the three of them had joined him on the bed, watching his elated expression with profound satisfaction. "Well... that was fun," he said, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

"It certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself," Irillith said with a knowing smile.

He sat up and leaned over to give each of them a kiss in gratitude. Reaching out, he let his fingers trace the gentle curve of Irillith's and Tashana's cum-filled stomachs. They sighed with contentment, enjoying feeling his touch on their sensitive skin, their senses heightened with the surging psychic connection between them.

"Jade, can you show me what the twins will look like... when they're 9 months along?" he asked quietly, looking at the Nymph.

She nodded, a glint of excitement in her eyes. Her azure tummy began to swell, as did her breasts which grew a cup size, sitting high and impossibly full on her chest. The dark-blue nipples capping each breast grew bigger and looked mouth-wateringly suckable.

"How am I ever going to be able to resist keeping you two permanently pregnant?" he murmured, studying the gravid Maliri in fascination.

"You don't have to resist, Baen'thelas," Tashana murmured, embracing him.

Irillith was enraptured by the sight, but she managed to tear away her awestruck gaze and join her sister in hugging John. "I'll never refuse you anything..." she whispered in his ear, her breathy promise sending a delightful shiver down his spine.

John gave them both an appreciative squeeze. "I suppose we better get moving. I can't sit around admiring the three of you all day."

Jade shimmered in a verdant haze, reverting to her Nymph form. While her shape solidified, the light pouring from her continued unabated as she began to absorb his load, the viridian bands pulsing out across her body. "Thanks for a wonderful morning, Master."

"I loved my breakfast," Tashana said softly. "Thank you."

"It was absolutely delicious," Irillith agreed with a self-conscious smile. "Although, I'm sure I don't need to tell you how much we enjoyed it."

John stroked her cheek with real affection. "It's always rewarding seeing someone enjoy tasting what you've prepared for them." He climbed out of bed for the second time that morning and replaced the duvet. "Let's get a quick shower, then see what the Kirrix have got in store for us."

The shower wasn't large enough for all four of them, so Jade left them to get clean, slipping out of the cabin to return to the cockpit. John and the twins were more than satiated after the morning's activities, so they soaked under the water, only pausing to share intimate smiles when he soaped up their curved blue bellies.

*Edraele, how are you this morning?* he asked, suddenly very aware that he was stroking her cum-filled daughters.

*I'm very well thank you, my Lord,* she replied with a teasing lilt to her voice. *Although I might have to have stern words with Luna... I certainly wasn't kissed awake in such a pleasant fashion this morning.*

The twins looked at John quizzically, recognising the slightly distracted expression he usually had when speaking to one of his matriarchs telepathically. When he whispered, "Edraele..." they gave him coy smiles and started soaping him down, the swirling caresses of their slender blue fingers sensuous and erotic.

*How did the ground assault go last night?* John asked, bracing himself for bad news.

*Extremely well,* Edraele replied, her pleasure and relief coming through loud and clear over their empathic bond. *Lilyana ordered the marines to tackle one ship at a time, bringing massive firepower to bear on the defenders. It took much longer than boarding multiple ships at once, but there were no Maliri fatalaties.*

*That's amazing!* he exclaimed, delighted to hear it. *How about injuries?*

*A few dozen marines sustained Neutron Gun wounds, some serious, but none critical. Without shielding, our soldiers are still vulnerable to lucky hits.*

*We must address that as quickly as possible,* John said adamantly. *On the way back from Arcadia, I'll ask Dana to develop portable shields that can be mass produced for Maliri troops.*

*I'm sure that will be a tremendous boost to morale, as well as vastly improving their survivability,* Edraele agreed.

John glanced through the shower door at the ship's chronometer. *I better go. We've arrived at the Kirrix system.*

*I'll leave you in my daughters' capable hands, my Lord,* the Maliri Queen said, that teasing lilt back again.

He glanced down at the blue-skinned hands making sure some parts of him were very clean indeed and shook his head with amusement. They left the shower and after dressing in jumpsuits, John and the twins headed down the corridor towards the cockpit, where Jade was waiting for them in the Pilot's seat.

"That's a lot of ships," John said, eyeing the red mass of sensor contacts clustered in the system.

The Raptor had dropped out of hyper-warp on the outskirts of Eta Tauri, the System Map revealing multiple planets orbiting the star. There were four huge gas giants illuminated on the map, appearing in a spectacular array of oranges, reds, and purples. Nestled between them on the third orbital track was a beautiful jewel of a continental planet, the pastel green of its one huge landmass contrasting with the rich blues of the surrounding seas.

John pointed to the planet which was the focus of the ochre-hued alien forces. "At least there's no doubt where the Kirrix took them..."

"I'm seeing a huge amount of debris," Tashana said, pointing to a couple of sprawling fields. "The Kirrix factions must have fought a massive battle for supremacy here."

Shaking his head, John zoomed in the System Map to the closest battlefield as the sensors returned more data. "No, that battle took place decades ago..."

As the holographic image enlarged, they were able to make out the various sizes and shapes of the smashed warships left abandoned in the debris field. To the twins' surprise, there were hundreds of distinctive grey-hulled vessels amongst the Kirrix hulks, the Terran Federation insignia clearly visible on burned and battered hulls. John focused on one of them, an antiquated 500m assault cruiser that had been raked across the flanks by a barrage of neutron beam fire, breaking it in half. The name "Redoubtable" could just be made out amongst the heavy scarring on the bow of the long-forgotten derelict.

"The last Kirrix purge, back in 2743," John said quietly, staring at the melancholy wrecks. "The T-Fed forces reclaimed the lost Terran worlds and started pushing the Kirrix back into their own territory... but the Bugs launched a counter offensive. They threw everything they had into stopping the purge and the cost of our invasion started getting too high."

Jade turned in her chair and looked up at him. "Should I take us in?"

"Yes please," he replied, placing a hand on her green shoulder. "Keep a low energy profile and give their fleets as wide a berth as possible."

She acknowledged his orders with a nod, ramping up engine power while shutting down non-essential systems. The Raptor was a fraction of the Invictus' size, but if the Kirrix had a sensor net in place, their gunship would still stick out like a sore thumb unless they took adequate precautions.

"That's a sizeable force," Irillith murmured, gazing at the dense formation of drone carriers in orbit around the verdant planet. "I wonder if the Kirrix were assembling a second invasion wave?"

John's expression was sombre as he stared at the dozens of hive ships in orbit. "They must've been planning this for decades. Even if the Terran fleet had stayed on the border, they wouldn't have anywhere near the firepower to repel an armada this size."

Tashana hugged him from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder. "From everything we've learned about the Kirrix, they were never going to stop attacking. They're terrified of extinction and the only way they can reproduce is using sentient species as hosts... another conflict with the Federation was inevitable."

"And now?" John asked, leaning into her supportive embrace. "After Alyssa put the fear of god into them? Or half of them at least..."

"If they can't find a solution to the Shroud, do you think the Kirrix will meekly accept their fate, or risk flaunting the will of a Progenitor in a last-ditch effort to gather more hosts?" the Maliri girl asked pointedly.

John's silence was telling and the twins both nodded, having drawn the same conclusion.

"It's a terrible fate to have fallen so far," Tashana whispered, staring at the segmented ochre vessels. "An entire civilisation reduced to preying on innocent species for their survival."

Jade turned in her seat to look at her companions. "What would the Terrans and Maliri do under those circumstances?"

John shared uncomfortable glances with the twins.

Irillith was the first to answer, stating in a matter-of-fact manner, "Prior to your involvement with the Maliri Regency, our response would've been a foregone conclusion; non-Maliri are considered genetically and culturally inferior. Even now, if the same fate were to befall the Maliri, all the older Matriarchs would definitely be in favour of committing atrocities to survive."

"There's more than enough Xenophobia in the Terran Federation for it to be considered," John admitted, his eyes shadowing. "But I'd hope that Terrans would refuse to resort to industrial-scale rape and slaughter of sentient creatures."

Jade looked at him and raised an eyebrow, making John's protestations die on his lips.

He thought about the circumstances regarding the Lenarrans, then shook his head. "What the Terrans did to your people was horrible, but those men were motivated by lust... they weren't trying to kill the Nymphs."

"That's true," Jade conceded, remembering the man who had first found her. "Lawrence was kind and gentle with me... Unfortunately, he was a rare exception compared to the pirates that owned me afterwards."

John stroked her cheek and gave her a look of sympathy, but Jade was already nuzzling into his hand, relishing his touch.

Tashana's gaze was fixed on the Kirrix fleet. "While I think we can all agree that the Terrans and Maliri are certainly not saints, the Kirrix don't even show the slightest bit of compassion to their victims. They make no attempt to sedate the hosts before their eggs hatch and butchering children for food is beyond the pale."

"I agree without reservation," Irillith said with a shrug. "I've always considered the Kirrix to be disgusting parasites unworthy of a place in the galaxy."

"Whatever sense of decency that species ever had must have died when they were affected by the Shroud," Tashana said, wishing she knew how long ago that had occurred. "I wonder if the Kirrix could actually return to a peaceful existence now, after spending untold millennia preying on their neighbours?"

"Slaughter on that scale must have warped their outlook," John agreed, mulling it over. "I don't see how you could go from viewing other aliens as worthless chattel to building a meaningful relationship with them. Still, I hold out some hope for the Kirrix that have followed Alyssa's orders... perhaps there's a chance they can find a way to redeem themselves."

Tashana sighed and turned away from the Kirrix forces. "I don't know what's more tragic... what happened to the Kirrix, or what happened to the Vulkat."

They considered that in poignant silence as the Raptor swept closer to the planet, taking a weaving path that avoided the largest concentrations of Kirrix vessels. The passive sensors were showing several hive ships landed on the surface, amidst what appeared to be a large settlement centred on a broad plateau. Unfortunately, they couldn't risk pushing more power to the sensors to get a clearer picture without risk of alerting the alien defence forces.

"Approach from the south and come in low over the continent," John said, making a sweeping gesture with his hand over the Planetary Map. "We should be able to get close enough to see what's going on in the Kirrix city without alerting the fleet in orbit."

Jade nodded and angled the flightstick, changing the Raptor's course to follow his instructions. She used one of the planet's several moons to mask their approach, then dove into the stratosphere at a point near the southern pole. White ice caps gave way to rolling seas, the gunship cruising a few hundred feet above the crests of those waves. They made swift progress, eventually sighting rocky beaches and undulating cliffs that marked the edge of the continent.

Irillith frowned and pointed out of the cockpit canopy. "That doesn't look like a Kirrix vessel... and it actually looks like an ocean-going ship of some kind."

John looked up to follow her slender blue finger and spotted a sizeable wreck on the beach. The metal framework was heavily corroded, the strange alien construction certainly not a Terran ship and looked nothing like the segmented resin-based craft the Kirrix favoured.

"I've never seen anything like it," he admitted, studying it curiously until the Raptor flew overhead.

"Another settlement ahead," Jade warned them, pointing out the distinctive angular profile of artificial construction. "Should I go around to avoid detection?"

"We're not getting any energy readings from it," Irillith said quietly, gesturing towards the passive sensor display. "It must have been abandoned after the Terran Purge."

They raced onwards and soon they were flying over the desolate remains of a city. Straddling a river, this must have been a major metropolis as there were thousands of empty buildings within the city limits. The architecture was strange, almost plant-like in its design, with some of the pale-green buildings still sporting twisted metallic stalks and leaves. Many of the taller structures had collapsed with age, leaving the smaller ones isolated in the rubble, their shadowy windows staring back at the interlopers like the vacant stare of a hollow-eyed hermit.

"That's not a Kirrix city," John said, his voice tinged with anger. "I've seen pictures taken during the Purge. The Kirrix favour subterranean settlements and their surface construction looks nothing like that."

Tashana nodded in agreement, her expression tinged with sadness. "That city's hundreds, if not thousands of years old. This planet must have once had a thriving indigenous population."

Sweeping over the continent revealed many more deserted towns and cities, the last remaining legacy of whatever species had once thrived on the world.

"The Kirrix might be desperate to avoid extinction, but those bastards clearly had no problem inflicting it on anyone else," John said through gritted teeth. "How many beings did they kill here? Millions?"

"It's impossible to say without knowing the birth rates of whatever aliens lived here," Tashana replied, staring at another forlorn ghost town. "But considering how large this continent is and based on the frequency of the settlements... if they were anything like Terrans, then perhaps as many as a billion creatures?"

He shook his head in disbelief, unable to comprehend a prolonged massacre on that scale.

"If the Kirrix were cautious with their abductions, they probably could have maintained their civilisation for a long time using this species as hosts," Irillith said, thinking aloud. "To survive as long as they have, I wonder how many other tomb worlds like this exist in Kirrix Space?"

John slumped in the co-pilot's chair, feeling sickened to the core. "They've been doing this for over ten-thousand years... the death toll must be astronomical."

"We're getting close to the central city," Jade warned them, easing back on the Raptor's throttle to lower its energy profile even further. "I'm not sure how much closer I can get without them spotting us."

Looking out the cockpit canopy, John could see the skeletal remains of the original city, much larger in scale than any they'd seen before. "This must have been their capital," he said quietly, rising from his chair and taking a closer look through the window.