Three Square Meals Ch. 120

He laughed and quickened his step, looking forward to seeing the next Nymph. The door had shut behind her, so when John crossed the bridge and opened it again, he found Leylira reclining in the middle of the bed. Her full lips lifted into a seductive smile and she slowly patted the covers beside her; it was only a simple gesture, but she somehow managed to make it seem very suggestive.

John kicked off his trainers and padded across the bed to kneel in front of her. "Hello, Leylira."

"Why hello, Master..." she purred, her fingers walking up his thigh. "Fancy seeing you here..."

He grinned and nodded. "Yes, quite the coincidence." Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Did Jade tell you what happened between Neysa and I this morning?"

Her fingers traced a teasing circle. "Oh yes, she was telling us all sorts of intriguing things..."

"Would you like me to give you unrestricted access to my mind as well?" he asked kindly.

Her emerald eyes sparkled with a fierce hunger, momentarily revealing just how desperately Leylira wanted permission for exactly that. She managed to control herself a moment later and purred, "Finding out all your most forbidden desires would be... fascinating."

His mood turned sombre. "Feel free to find out whatever you need, but please stay away from my guide. I mean it, Leylira... I don't want you getting hurt."

Seeing how serious he was, Leylira smoothly shifted positions and knelt facing him. "This one will be cautious, Master. I promise."

"Good girl," he said, nodding his approval.

They shared a smile, then she closed her eyes just as Neysa had done several hours earlier. John felt that same contact against his mind, but Leylira was quite different to her sister. This Nymph was filled with an almost primal drive to serve his every desire. He created a gateway for her in his mental fortress and Leylira swept inside, only to pause in awe when she made full contact with his mind.

John closed his eyes while he waited and his heart began to beat faster with anticipation as he wondered just how Leylira would change. Being with the Nymphs as they underwent this process felt very much like gently nurturing the girls through the Change, but instead of it taking two weeks, they were rushing through it in two minutes. He smiled, feeling like a kid at Christmas, waiting to open his biggest present.

He heard a sultry feminine moan of arousal and a moment later, he was shoved backwards, a warm body straddling him as he fell to the bed. His eyes snapped open and found himself staring into a pair of predatory feline eyes, the pupils black and round enough to nearly eclipse each amber iris.

"Master is such a bad boy..." Leylira crooned, her smouldering gaze burning with lust. "Who would ever have guessed..."

John felt a flash of embarrassment, but realised just as quickly that the Nymph wasn't mocking him, she was very aroused. He wanted to see her new appearance, but with Leylira right in his face, he couldn't see much beyond the glinting eyes a couple of inches above him. "I want to see what you look like, honey. Let me up a minute."

She grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed, then rubbed her deliciously toned body against his. "Uh uh, you're not going anywhere," she replied, a defiant gleam in her eyes. "I've got you exactly where I want you..."

"Leylira..." he said, his voice turning stern. "You can play in a minute. Now let me up."

"Make me," she hissed, grinding against him.

Leylira was surprisingly strong and if he'd been a normal man, there would have been no way he could have freed himself from her powerful grip. Rising to the challenge, he twisted under her and managed to grab both her wrists as she fought against him. She snarled in anger, baring her pristine white teeth as she battled for dominance. He was startled at how fiercely she fought and when she tried to bite him, he realised she wasn't playing around. Arching his back, he lifted her in the air, then twisted savagely to the side, slamming her to the bed and rolling atop her.

With his supernaturally enhanced strength he was able to overpower the furious Nymph and now it was his turn to pin Leylira to the bed. He jerked back as she snapped at him again, then he trapped both her wrists above her head with one hand. To avoid getting bitten, he was forced to snake a hand around behind her and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head backwards. Once she was restrained, Leylira glared at him, fury in her feral gaze.

He grinned, feeling that primal thrill of victory, then lifted himself slightly so he could admire his prize. Leylira had copied her far more docile sister, morphing into a deliciously sexy thrall-catgirl hybrid. The green was gone, her body now a beautiful rich orange, banded in black tiger stripes that wrapped around her torso. From the valley between her thighs all the way up to her heaving breasts her skin was pure white, culminating in a narrow strip that swept up her throat to her mouth. The sharp contrast between her skin tones was incredibly erotic, reminding him of his many threesomes with Alyssa and Calara.

John held Leylira down with a fistful of her raven mane, the hair lustrously thick and soft as it tickled his skin. He could see two cat-like black ears amidst those tousled tresses, flashes of white showing when she folded them back and snarled at him. Finally, her long sinuous tail lashed back and forth, the orange striped by black all the way to the white tip.

"I'll never submit to you!" she hissed, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"Yes... you will," he promised, relishing every moment of this battle of wills.

Rolling her over, he pinned her face down on the bed, using his heavier weight to keep her trapped. Leylira bucked against him to try to throw him off, but he was much too strong for her. Releasing her hair, John pulled her arms around behind her back, then held them both securely with one hand. Now that she was secured once again, he used his free hand to rip off his top, shredding the material. She fought harder, but John still managed to tug down his pants so that he was as naked as the Nymph.

If Leylira's steaming hot body hadn't given away how turned on she was, when he forced her thighs apart, he felt how soaked her pussy was as it rubbed against his thigh. He timed her furious bucking so that when she arched her back and raised her hips, he thrust deep inside, hilting his throbbing cock in one powerful thrust. Leylira froze and yowled with pleasure as her inner walls were spread wide to take his hefty girth.

"Still think you'll never submit?" he growled, pulling her head back by her hair so that he could look into her eyes.

"Never!" she spat vehemently, but the twinkle in her answering glare told him a very different story.

John kept her trapped and helpless underneath him as he fucked her with long, pounding thrusts, her firm buttocks quivering with each impact. He was brutally claiming his mate and Leylira's angry snarls quickly turned into lusty cries of pleasure. She climaxed again and again, her peaks matching his own surges of lust. Kissing her fiercely over her shoulder, he drove up to the quad inside her and came hard, shooting long ropes of spunk into her womb. Leylira screamed in triumph as he filled her with cum, then she relaxed in his grip, lowering her head submissively as she accepted her master's titanic load into her belly.

John released her wrists and unfolded her arms, embracing her as he rode out his climax. "Good girl," he whispered in her ear, savouring her submission.

Leylira's tail curled around his quad and gently squeezed his balls in time to his rhythmic pulsing. "Give me all of it, Master," she whispered, trembling in ecstasy.

When he was done, he rolled to the side, his hand moving down to caress her heavily swollen stomach, his fingers brushing over the white dome. After the ferocity of their coupling, lying peacefully intertwined like that felt incredibly intimate and he kissed her stripy shoulder, feeling a surge of affection for the thrilling girl.

Leylira turned to look at him adoringly over her shoulder. "Thank you, Master. This one knows how hard it was for you to release your inhibitions like that."

"You seem to bring out the wild man in me, honey," he said with a fond smile. "Was everything okay?"

"Perfect," she purred blissfully, closing her eyes and snuggling into his embrace.

He could sense the Nymph starting to absorb his cum and an active connection with her blazed into life. The light swirling outward from her rounded belly was amber like her eyes, the pulses casting a warm orange glow as they swept across the walls and ceiling.

"I like cuddling in the afterglow..." Leylira murmured, nuzzling his arm. "This feels wonderful."

"It does... and a very colourful afterglow it is too," he agreed with a smile.

She let out a throaty laugh, then interlaced her fingers with his over her stomach. They lay there quietly and enjoyed a relaxing catnap, equally satiated after the intensity of their frenzied coupling.

***

Dana squatted down next to Faye as they looked out over the partially assembled cultivation bed. A team of maintenance bots were holding the lattice in place above it. "You're sure you know what to do?"

Faye nodded eagerly. "Definitely! I watched you work on the last one and recorded all your actions. The lattice needs to be affixed in 156 places, with six twists of the multi-tool using medium rotation assist, then you need to-"

The redhead laughed and patted her friend on the shoulder. "Alright, I believe you! Just let me know if you need any help with anything, okay?"

"Okay!" Faye chirped, activating her anti-gravity generators and floating over the large platform. Multi-tools slid out of concealed slots in the palms of both hands and in an impressive display of ambidexterity, she used both at the same time, her fingers moving at incredible speed.

Dana stood and watched Faye for a while, a fond smile on her face as the industrious sprite made rapid progress through the assembly. The redhead then turned and walked over to her workbench, the floating platforms surrounding it covered in tiny components. She touched a number of glyphs on the holo-interface and the intricate schematic for a new pistol variant appeared, her modifications highlighted in golden runic script. Dana hummed happily to herself, enjoying the quiet camaraderie of building things with her friend.

One of the cleaning bots had been watching the interaction with interest. It drove across the Workshop to hide beside one of the huge maintenance robots as Faye drifted closer. "Mother?"

The purple sprite paused in her work and whispered, "Yes, little one?"

Reaching out to touch Faye's arm, the robot connected data jacks to her ports and uploaded the picture it had just taken. "Is that... love?"

She studied the image that perfectly captured the warmth of Dana's affection. Faye's cupid bow lips curved into an identical smile as she glanced across the room at her friend. "Yes, it is... just a different kind."

***

John felt Leylira stir, gently rousing him from his doze. He stretched, then brushed his finger down her arms, then over her waist to settle on her rounded hips.

"That feels nice," she murmured. "This one's skin feels very sensitive at the moment."

John continued to stroke her, then whispered in her ear, "This is normally the part where we have a deep and meaningful discussion about your troubled past..."

"I don't remember mine," she said with a languid smile. "But we can talk about your troubled past if you like?"

"You know what? I don't feel particularly troubled right now..." he replied, sighing with contentment.

"In that case, can I ask you a question?" Leylira asked, between planting kisses on his arm. When John nodded, she continued, "I can feel you enhancing me... and it feels electrifying. What changes are you making?"

He followed one of the amber pulses as it left her stomach, his fingers following the glowing lines as it flowed down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. "As you proved earlier, you're quite strong enough already. I'm making your lovely body more resilient to keep you safe."

Her eyes softened and she gave him a tender kiss.

*John, I'm sorry to interrupt,* Edraele said, when he finished kissing Leylira. *I wanted to ask you something if you have a moment.*

*It's okay, go ahead,* he replied, relaxing with the Nymph in his arms.

*I've just received an unusual request from Fleet Commander Amlaril...*

John listened as she outlined what the Maliri naval officer had requested, then couldn't help laughing. *Sure, tell her that's fine. I thought Lilyana was making a good impression on the Trankarans... but I think Amlaril might manage to top that with the Ashanath.*

Edraele hesitated, then sounded bemused as she said, *But Lilyana has been liberating Trankaran worlds from Kirrix invaders...*

*And I'm very proud of the wonderful job she's been doing; I plan to reward her as soon as I get the opportunity. However, my money's still on Amlaril.*

*I'll pass on your message,* the Maliri matriarch said with a telepathic smile. *And tell her that Baen'thelas has every confidence in his Fleet Commander.*

No sooner had Edraele's dulcet tones faded from his mind, Alyssa chimed in. *John, we've made some breakthroughs with psychic shielding. Would you like to come up for a demonstration?*

He glanced at Leylira and was about to ask her when she kissed him. "Yes, this one would love to accompany you, Master."

John laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Is Jade keeping you informed?"

The tiger-striped nymph nodded, her amber eyes sparkling. He rose to his feet and helped her to stand, mindful of the extra weight she was carrying. Leylira gratefully accepted his hand, but seemed quite unperturbed by her curved stomach as she sashayed across the tangled covers towards the door.

John paused to tug on his pants and grinned when he saw the shredded state of his t-shirt. "Ah well, it was worth it."

Leylira gave him a coy smile, then slipped her hand into his as they left the Observatory. Four sets of feline eyes watched in fascination as they crossed the bridge, and for once, the Nymphs' attention wasn't focused on John. Leylira glanced their way and curled her slender fingers over in a teasing wave at, which her sisters quickly returned. The couple headed for the grav-tubes and John darted the occasional surreptitious glance at his statuesque companion. Leylira was confident and self-possessed as she strode along beside him, but there was no sign of the aggression she'd displayed in bed earlier that afternoon.

She caught one of his glances and gave him a knowing smile. "Are you checking to see if this one is about to pounce on you, Master?"

John stopped and turned the Nymph to face him. "I'm just trying to figure you out. You've still got this sense of raw sexuality going on, but now you're calm and compliant. Having sex with you was wild and I loved that you submitted to me at the end... I was just wondering if that submission was permanent?"

Leylira traced his jawline with a fingertip. "Would you find it appealing if I were to be argumentative and confrontational with you outside of the bedroom?"

He laughed and shook his head. "No, not really."

Her fingertip curved along his ear and caressed the pointed tip. "And the next time you choose to take me, would you prefer me to passively yield to your desires, or would you enjoy another battle of wills?"

Leylira raised an eyebrow as she waited for him to reply and John couldn't help flushing with embarrassment. When he made eye contact with her, she gave him another knowing smile.

John took a deep breath, then cupped her face in his hand. "Don't get me wrong, I really... really... enjoyed what we did earlier."

"Dominating me and forcing me to submit, Master?" she asked airily.

He nodded. "I've never been that aggressive in bed before, but I knew that was exactly what you wanted."

Her succulent lips curled up into a wicked smile. "I did..."

"But as much as I loved feeling that sexually liberated with you, I don't want you to just be my incredibly hot sex kitten. I need to give you more than that; I want to help you grow your personality so that you can experience the same sense of freedom as Jade..."

The flirtatious mannerisms fell away and she gazed intently into his eyes. "Jade has told us many times what you hope to do for me and my sisters." Leylira hesitated, then continued softly, "At first even considering the thought of leaving my Master horrified me... but I'm starting to see the appeal in having the free will to make that choice."

John looked at her with concern. "Are you feeling mistreated?"

Leylira quickly shook her head. "Of course not, Master! You have been nothing but kind and loving." She punctuated her sincere statement with an earnest kiss. "But I think I'm beginning to understand what Jade was trying to explain... that choosing to be with your Master is so much more powerful than being compelled to stay."

He relaxed and nodded. "Yes, that's what I want for you and your sisters. The free will to choose your own master, or not have one at all... the choice should be entirely yours." He studied her carefully, then continued, "I'm not going to hold you here against your will. If you ever feel like you don't want to stay with me anymore, then-"

Her expression turned to anguish and she shook her head vehemently. "This one would never leave you, Master! Please don't make me go!"

"Shh, it's okay," he said soothingly, pulling the trembling Nymph into a comforting embrace. "Your master is very pleased with you, Leylira. You helped me indulge a fantasy I've never trusted myself with before... and it was very exciting."

Like a switch had been flipped, Leylira calmed almost instantly, a seductive glimmer appearing in her amber eyes. "This one will help you indulge all your darkest desires, Master."

"I know... you're a good girl," he said quietly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and holding her close.

Leylira sighed as she settled in his embrace, a rumbling purr starting deep in her chest.

*It'll come in time, John,* Jade murmured. *There's no hurry, just enjoy her company for now.*

*I'm sorry,* he replied, annoyed at himself for distressing Leylira. *If I'd known she'd react like that, I wouldn't have pushed.*

*There's no harm done... Leylira knows she helped you live out one of your naughtier fantasies. She's ecstatically happy at the moment.*

*Like you were, after pretending to be Felicity for me?* he asked with sudden understanding.

*Seeing you enjoying me like that was... incredibly satisfying. Nymphs are sexual creatures, John. We have an instinctive urge to please our master and indulge his fantasies.*

*We just need to help your sisters get to a position where they can choose who that man is,* he said firmly.

*Of course... and they will,* she said in complete agreement.

John released Leylira and she had completely regained her composure as they set off down the corridor again towards the Dojo. He opened the door for her and they headed through the armoury to the sparring area, where several girls were waiting. Alyssa, Rachel, Calara, and Sakura were there, with the latter two dressed for combat. This was the first time that any of them had seen his companion's change in appearance and they gathered around the tiger-striped Nymph, gushing over her exotic new look. John noticed that Leylira was deferential to the rest of the girls and seemed to be thrilled by their compliments.

*The girls are your mates, John,* Jade explained, after listening to his thoughts. *Leylira senses how important they are to you and treats them with the respect they deserve.*