Three Square Meals Ch. 119

He turned to look her way as Ailanthia crossed the Bridge to join him, then his eyes widened in astonishment. "What did you do to your hair?!" he blurted out, striding over to seize her arms and turning his matriarch from side-to-side as he studied her.

"I-it wasn't me..." she stammered, looking at him in fright.

Larn'kelnar gave her a sharp look. "What?"

"My hair was like this when I woke, my Lord," she replied in a hushed voice, trembling in his impossibly strong grip. "I thought that you'd decided to change my hair colour."

Eyebrows climbing, he looked at her with surprise. "How fascinating..."

"Do you like it?" she asked tentatively.

After studying her for a long moment, his lips curled up into a warm smile. "You look ravishing."

Ailanthia sagged with relief, then gave him a shy smile as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I like it too..."

Larn'kelnar's hand trace down her throat, then brushed across her breasts, making her nipples respond to his touch. His fingers dipped lower until he was caressing the slight curve of her stomach and when they made eye contact, the heat of arousal was obvious in his gaze. "Perhaps I erred in calling you away from our quarters..."

Her eyes hooded with lust and she gave him a seductive smile. "No, my Lord. You were correct as always." She glanced meaningfully at his Command Throne, then licked her lips suggestively.

He threw his head back and laughed. "Why did I never see this side to you before?" he marvelled, gazing at her in admiration.

She led him over to the throne, darting a playful smile at him over her shoulder. "We have an eternity to make up for lost time..."

Ailanthia threw furtive glances around the Bridge as he unfastened his trousers and couldn't help grinning at the looks of raw envy on the faces of every Thrall in attendance. For once their gaze wasn't focused on Larn'kelnar, their eyes were all on her, captivated by their matriarch's shocking new appearance.

"Were you successful this morning, my Lord?" she asked, slowly sinking to her knees before him.

He shook his head, gritting his teeth in irritation. "No... not yet."

She reached for his shaft, then slowly licked from his quad to the tip. "Mmm, delicious."

His dark mood faded as he admired his matriarch's provocative display. "By the stars, you're beautiful..."

Ailanthia blushed, gazing up at him in adoration. He'd fed her so many times over the millennia that being on her knees before him was like second nature, but this was so different from before. For thousands of years, it had been nothing more than a rejuvenating practicality, but this time it was all about sensual pleasure. She let her lips slide across the throbbing head of his cock, her tongue swirling along the slit at the top and making him groan.

*My Lord... I must confess that I'm a little concerned...*

He curled his hand behind her head and pulled her down his cock, sliding his broad girth down her throat. *What troubles you, my anxious little pet?*

Her lips touched his groin, the angle making her lose eye-contact. *We've been here for the better part of a year and your thrall network is depleting rapidly. When will we return home to offload the tanks and replenish our supply of new recruits?*

Larn'kelnar eased her back along his shaft, until he could gaze into her eyes again. *We're never going back, my love...*

*But what of your empire?!* she exclaimed, looking up at him in shock. *And your fleets!*

*I can rule the empire remotely and the fleets will come to us...*

*We haven't sufficient materials to construct a warp gate, not without returning!* she protested, pausing in her tender ministrations. *Without a gate, it'll take them months to get here!*

*I have no intention of building my own,* he said with a sly smile.

She eased his shaft out of her throat and looked up at him in confusion. "But I thought we were-"

"Hush now, my beautiful Ailanthia," he murmured, guiding her back onto his cock. "No more worrying and leave the thinking to me. It's time to feed my heir growing in your belly..."

Ailanthia would have sighed with contentment, but that was impossible with his impressive shaft sheathed in her throat. Doing as Larn'kelnar commanded, her concerns scattered like the wind as she focused solely on his pleasure, serving him to the very best of her erotic ability.

***

Dana cradled the slight bump in her tummy, her stomach still full after Jade had fed her only a few hours ago. She'd absorbed most of her breakfast, but John had recovered again, his quad refilling faster than she could digest each delicious meal. The thought of being stuffed with another huge load made her whimper with lust, the vibrations massaging his cock that was plunging into her throat.

John gazed down at the redhead splayed across the bed, his eyes roaming over her glorious figure. Dana's head was tilted back over the edge, giving him a straight shot down her throat as he thrust at her luscious lips. "That feels so good," he murmured, massaging her breasts as he fucked her face. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She hummed in the affirmative and the hands on his ass pulled him deeper.

"I'm getting close!" he warned her, his quad brushing her nose as he fully sheathed himself in her willing body.

Dana writhed on the bed, her thighs rubbing together and hips rolling with need. He reached down and slid two fingers into her slick pussy, curling them up to rub her g-spot as he used his thumb to rapidly rub her clit. They climaxed at the same time and it was all John could do to stop himself from collapsing on her as he pumped long spurts of cum directly into her stomach. She started to swell immediately as he added to the load already there, her belly bowing out to contain everything he was feeding her.

Finally spent, John pulled his cock out of the redhead's clutching throat and sprawled on the bed beside her. They both panted to get their breath back, laboured breathing the only sound for a long time.

Dana suddenly gasped, "John, look! My belly button popped out!"

He sat up and placed his hand on her huge tummy, his fingers gently circling her raised navel. "You look incredible..."

"Like I'm nine months pregnant..." she whispered, looking up at him with an adorable doe-eyed expression.

"I can't wait, honey," he said, sharing a smile with her.

Dana was about to reply, when she let out a low groan and squeezed her eyes shut, her hands flying up to her head. "Holy shit..."

"Dana! What is it?" he asked in surprise, worried for a second before he recognised the way she was reacting.

Her eyes flashed open, the golden coronas around her pupils flaring as she stared at something only she could see. "A Quantum Power Augmenter..." she murmured in awe. "It creates a plasma induction field that amplifies the energy being produced by a Progenitor Power Core. I always wondered how they generated enough power for a ship that size without having dozens of power cores dotted all over the ship!"

"You could tell that from the black ship schematics?" he guessed, looking at her curiously.

Dana blinked a few times, then focused on him and grinned. "Yeah, exactly! Those black ships have four power core rooms, which is only one more than us. I knew there must be some way they were getting enough power for everything... this is it!"

"Can you build them? Or do you need to figure out how to make the black metal first?"

She paused for a moment, concentrating on the new schematics that had formed in her mind. "Yeah... I should be able to. Containment fields manage the plasma, so it's not like there's huge stress on the outer casing. A Crystal Alyssium shell should do the trick."

"If we install one, will it give us any performance increases?" he asked eagerly.

The redhead hesitated, then shook her head with a rueful frown. "We're pretty much running all our guns, shields, and engines at max power already. Adding Zero-Point Regulators to all our weapons cut down on their power usage, so we're doing okay with energy management, even after upgrading all the Gauss Cannons and Photon Lasers to Tachyon Lances. Flux Heat Exchangers let us ramp up the energy we're feeding into them, so we can pump out more damage, but we can't really take advantage of all this extra power until I can crack the black metal. We need a super strong alloy for the barrels to stop them melting."

"Oh, okay... well more power is always good," he said with an encouraging smile.

She laughed and clasped his hand affectionately. "Yes, that's very true. Plus, when we've augmented all our power cores, we'll be able to just plug in things like the Progenitor stealth field generator and stuff like that, without having to do a major refit. We can just stick with our existing three cores, which should give us more than enough power to run everything."

John was about to speak again when his stomach rumbled angrily.

Dana frowned and looked at him with concern. "Shit... I'm totally neglecting you! You've been so busy loading me up, you skipped breakfast and lunch. You must be starving!"

"We have been burning a lot of calories," John said with a grin. He climbed off the bed and offered her a hand. "Let's get freshened up then I'll rustle up some food."

She nodded and rose to her feet, giving him a grateful smile when he steadied her. "Can I cook? I really want to look after you today."

"My stomach is in your hands, chef Dana," he replied, walking into the bathroom with her. "What about the schematics though, do you want to create them before we get some food?"

"Nah, I can do that anytime. Let's get you fed," she replied with a look of sympathy. John turned on the shower and she stepped underneath, letting out a sigh as the water sluiced over her. "That feels so good. I was very... dirty."

John playfully smacked her bottom and nodded. "You certainly were, but you'll get no complaints from me."

Dana giggled then handed him a bottle. "Can you wash my hair, please? I picked up some volume shampoo from Gravitus."

"You don't like the stuff from the wall dispensers?" he asked in surprise. Turning the bottle in his hand, he saw that below the brand it had 'Touchably Full' written in big letters.

Her eyes twinkled in the light. "Just like me."

John laughed and caressed her curved tummy. "Very appropriate."

As he was massaging the shampoo into her hair, Dana asked, "John, will our hair grow any longer?"

"That's a good question. I honestly don't know," he admitted, brushing his fingers through her thick auburn mane down to the middle of her back. "It doesn't look like its grown since you went through the change..."

She turned to glance at him out of the corner of her eye. "Is that the length you like?"

John wrapped her hair around his fist, then gently tugged her head back so he could kiss her. "Yep... perfect."

Dana laughed and kissed him back. "Good, because I love it long like this. Please don't suddenly decide you like page-boy haircuts!"

"I think you're in no danger of that happening," he said with a self-conscious smile. "Do you really think it's me determining the length?"

She shrugged. "Probably. Your hair hasn't grown since I've known you and I don't think I've ever seen you shave."

"I've never needed to," he said, rubbing his chin. "Before I found out I was a Progenitor, I figured it must be a species trait."

"Mael'nerak had a goatee and he grew it out to a Van Dyke," she reminded him. "You probably just have to decide what you want and it'll sprout like your face has been sprinkled with Miracle-Gro."

He nodded thoughtfully and raised an eyebrow. "How about a majestic Father Christmas beard?"

Dana giggled and shook her head. "No way! Trying to kiss you through a big bushy beard would be horrible! Would you really want to miss out on these?" She pulled him down for a very sensuous kiss, her velvety tongue duelling with his.

"Alright, you convinced me," he agreed with a smile. "Clean shaven it is."

They finished in the shower, then dried off and returned to the bedroom.

John took one look at the crumpled clothing on the floor and said, "I'll leave that for the cleaning bots. Knowing them, they'll be rushing in here to change the bed as soon as we step foot outside."

Dana glanced at the dishevelled state of her bedroom. "You need to give those guys a raise."

"Let me just grab some clothes from my room, I'll be back in a minute," he said, tapping the button to open the door.

She slipped her hand into his. "I'm coming with you..."

He smiled and led her out into the corridor. Sure enough, a pair of cleaning robots were waiting patiently outside for them to leave.

"Sorry about the mess," John apologised with a remorseful frown.

The robots waved away his apology, then saluted him and rolled inside, their tracks making quiet clicks on the deck.

"They're great aren't they," Dana said as they walked down the corridor. "Those little idiosyncrasies Faye programmed in have given them a lot of character.

"I might have known you'd notice that too," John said fondly, putting his arm around the redhead and pulling her into a sideways hug.

She laughed and hugged him back. "The maintenance bots were giving me high-fives yesterday, it was awesome!"

Back at the room, one of the cleaning robots paused in the doorway and watched the two lovers walk away down the corridor. It noted the posture of the two organics and the way John gently embraced Dana. Data scrolled through its processing streams, listing definitions for their behaviour: tactile demonstration of affection; protectiveness, admiration, tenderness...

"Mother?"

Faye popped into existence beside it in a purple flash. "Hey, little one."

The robot turned to look at her and asked quietly, "Is that... love?"

She watched John walking into the bedroom with his arm around Dana. "Yes, very much so." Faye paused for a moment, then smiled at the curious construct. "One version of it at least... but there's lots of other ways too."

It turned its attention back to John and Dana, watching as they disappeared from view.

***

Rachel yawned as she awoke then snuggled into the luscious female form beside her, nuzzling into a spectacular set of perky breasts. "Hello, my love," she said softly, brushing her hand across flawless bronzed skin.

"Wrong Karron girl," Alyssa whispered, stroking her back.

"Oh!" Rachel gasped, sitting up and looking down at the naked blonde. She smiled bashfully and leaned down to kiss Alyssa. "Sorry. From the neck down, you two are identical. I'm so used to waking up next to Dana, you had me completely fooled for a moment."

"No problem," Alyssa said with an understanding smile. Looking thoughtful, she added, "We must do another blonde, brunette, redhead session for John sometime. That mix of identical yet different really gets him off..."

Shaking out her tawny brown hair, Rachel nodded. "I'd love that, count me in."

"How are you feeling after your rest? You were exhausted when I put you to bed; you could barely keep your eyes open."

"Much better thank you." Rachel looked at her friend quizzically. "Thank you for staying with me, but you didn't need to keep me company while I slept."

Waving a hand dismissively, Alyssa replied, "I didn't have anything better to do. Plus, I'm trying to keep a low profile and stay out of John and Dana's way. She's got this romanticised idea of life on the Fool's Gold, so I've been trying to keep everyone well clear to indulge her fantasy. Except Jade of course... but we need to make sure all that cum ends up where it belongs."

Rachel laughed and shook her head. "After John indulging her like this, I don't think we'll ever hear the end of it."

"You're probably right," the blonde said with an affectionate smile. "But Dana's having the time of her life and John wanted some quality one-on-one time with her for a while now, so it's all good."

Letting out a wistful sigh, Rachel nodded her agreement, but couldn't help missing her redheaded lover. She could just imagine Dana's dreamy blue eyes lighting up with excitement as she recounted tales of unrestrained debauchery. They usually spent as much time together as possible, so it felt strange to have not seen her all day. She glanced at Alyssa and caught the blonde watching her with concern, before her matriarch's expression flickered to a mask of casual interest.

"That's why you're here!" Rachel exclaimed in surprise. "You're keeping an eye on me!"

Alyssa rolled her eyes and sat up. "You're too smart for your own good." She leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "Out of everyone on board, you're closest to Dana and John, so I just wanted to make sure you didn't feel lonely today."

"You're a very close third," Rachel said, returning the kiss but on the lips this time. When they parted, she smiled. "Thank you for caring. I don't know how often the rest of the girls say it, but I really appreciate all the effort you put into looking after us."

"It's definitely my pleasure," Alyssa purred, with a seductive smoulder in her eyes.

Rachel smiled at her indulgently. "You don't need to hide behind your masks with me... not when it's just the two of us."

Alyssa gave her a wry smile in return. "Like I said, entirely too smart." Her confident demeanour evaporated and without it, she looked uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I love all of you like sisters. The last thing I want is to see you get upset, not if there's anything I can do to prevent it."

"The fact that John's oblivious to just how much you do behind the scenes proves what a phenomenal job you're doing," Rachel said earnestly, looking into her eyes. "You really are the heart of our family."

Pulling the brunette into a hug, Alyssa let out a choked laugh. "Are you sure John hasn't been training you up on pep talks?"

Embracing her back, Rachel whispered in her ear, "I know you deliberately shield John from some things... but you can always share any worries you have with me. We were incredibly effective working together to alleviate his self-inflicted guilt... I think that proves what a great team we are when the two of us put our heads together."

Alyssa thought about that for a second, then nodded. "You're right, he's been so much happier today." She pulled back and smiled. "If you can get John dancing on a coffee table, I'd be a fool to turn down an offer like that. Thank you."

"It's definitely my pleasure," Rachel purred, mimicking the blonde and making her blush.

"Ha ha, very funny," Alyssa said with a grin. She slid off the bed and retrieved a covered dish which she placed in front of the brunette. "Now, it might be the Progenitor in me, but I really want to see you with a full tummy..."

"I live to serve, my Lady," Rachel replied, a playful smile teasing her lips. She lifted off the lid to reveal a steaming hot lasagne. "This looks delicious!"

"You slept through lunch and I knew you'd be famished after training so hard this morning." Alyssa handed over a set of cutlery. "When you've finished, we'll freshen up, then head over to the Dojo."

"To abuse our lab rats?"

Alyssa caressed Rachel's cheek. "Partly... but I also want to show you off. They'll be amazed at how far you've come in such a short time."

***

John leaned against a counter top and watched Dana at work in the kitchen. She was wearing one of his cotton shirts, the pristine white contrasting delightfully with her mane of red hair and her perfectly-sculpted bronzed legs. Seeing her from behind, she looked positively scrumptious, but she turned now and then to reach for ingredients or utensils, giving him a glimpse of her shirt tenting obscenely over her swollen belly.

He smiled as he enjoyed this lovely image of eroticism and domesticity. "You're going to make someone a wonderful wife one day."