Three Square Meals Ch. 130

When John paused at her cervix, she encircled her arms and legs around him to pull him deeper. "I want all of you, John..."

Thrusting harder, he felt the entrance to her womb yield to his cock, admitting him into her innermost depths.

"Oh god, I needed that..." Rachel moaned, her hips rolling as she relished being fully-impaled. Looking up into his eyes, she gently pulled down on his shoulders. "You can rest on me... I can support your weight."

John tentatively lowered himself on her, but still kept some of the weight on his elbows as he cupped her head in his hands. "That feels good... I love having you completely wrapped around me."

She gently kissed him. "I can feel your balls on my ass... they're heavy... full to the brim."

"Ready to fill up a very sexy girl," he agreed, pulling back an inch before hilting himself again.

"Thanks for choosing me to take your cum," she said softly, looking up at him with adoring eyes. "Nothing beats having you filling up my womb... I can practically feel my ovaries jumping for joy."

"It's so tempting, honey," he murmured, lengthening his thrusts. "But then I'd need to get Dana pregnant too... I'm definitely breeding you both at the same time."

The redhead groaned from behind him, then he felt her pat his leg. He spread his thighs wider to make room for her, as Rachel drew back her legs so her knees were framing her breasts. A moment later, Dana's warm wet tongue glided over his taut quad, lavishing loving attention on the hefty quartet. John and Rachel groaned at the same time as he thrust forward, the stimulation too much for him to hold off any longer.

"So deep..." the brunette moaned, arching her back. "So fucking good!"

John could only grunt his agreement, driven past the edge of control by the seductive beauty impaled on his cock. He started pistoning in and out of her in an insistent rhythm, Rachel letting out breathy whimpers of excitement as she felt him driving towards the finish. She watched him intently, urging him on with kisses and sexy whimpers as he pushed deep into her body. Looking into Rachel's eyes as he climaxed, John felt like he was staring into her soul, the brunette screaming in ecstasy as she felt powerful spurts of cum being pumped deep into her belly.

Pinned down on the bed, she thrust back at him as best she could, her hungry pussy trying to milk his balls of every last drop of cum. It was a long, ferociously intense climax, with John having to raise himself up to allow her tummy room to swell. Rachel cradled the curved dome with her hands, a doe-eyed look of bliss on her face as she revelled in her womb being stretched to take his hot load.

Finally sated, John eased out of her and collapsed on the bed, panting to regain his breath after the intense orgasm. At some point one of the girls licked his cock clean, then judging by the enthusiastic lapping sounds and Rachel's soft cries, he knew she was feeding her friends. Exhausted as he was, he couldn't muster the energy to even open his eyes to check, but he gladly hugged the pair of luscious bedmates that eventually snuggled up against him. A second set of breasts pressed against his arms as two more girls spooned their lovers, but John let sleep take him, fading out to welcome darkness.

***

Deep Lord Athgiloi floated in his submersion chamber, enjoying a wonderful dream. He had vanquished the Kintark Empire and the Terran Federation, the subsequent influx of resources fuelling an unprecedented expansion in military research and shipbuilding. The Enclave fleets were so numerous they blotted out the stars and he launched the vast Brimorian armada against the Maliri Protectorate, his legions blasting golden-hulled starships and leaving a trail of unprecedented destruction in their wake. He had stormed the Maliri homeworld and Queen Edraele was left cowering on the floor of her throne room, begging him for mercy.

He sat on the vanquished Maliri throne, admired by the fawning members of the Deep Pool, who looked upon his magnificence in awe. As he preened in front of his subjects, Athgiloi waited for Celphna to proudly declare him Lord of the Galaxy, but she froze mid-pronouncement, her words coming out as a lilting chime. Athgiloi silently urged his devoted Nymph to announce his glorious new title, but she stood there making the oddly-familiar chiming noise. The dream began to fade, much to his chagrin, then he heard the comms interface chime again and burbled in frustration.

Celphna floated beside him in the tank, the beguiling scaly female watching him with her large black eyes. "May this one offer you pleasure, Master?"

"Later, my beautiful pearl. I have business to attend to," he replied, reluctantly lashing his tail to propel him across the tank.

He saw that the call was from the Brimorian ambassador previously assigned to the Kintark Empire, who had been recalled from Kinta hours before war was declared. Athgiloi tapped the shell icons to accept the incoming priority call, wondering what could be so pressing.

"Ambassador Saogh, what news from Kinta?" Athgiloi asked the worried Brimorian.

"My apologies for disturbing you at this early hour, Deep Lord, I would not have done so if it wasn't of the utmost urgency. I have been contacted by one of my spies in the Mar'Trinark Shipyard; he reported that hundreds of Kintark warships are undergoing refit in the drydocks."

Athgiloi's brow creased with concern. "That's not possible. Baledranax threw every space-worthy craft he had at the Terran Federation."

"Yes, but these warships were thought lost in the Battle of Regulus!" Saogh burbled nervously. "I've sent you a listing of the fleet assets my spy was able to identify by their transponder codes."

Hurriedly scanning through the list, Athgiloi flexed his claws in irritation. "The Terran Federation must have captured those Kintark vessels after the battle. The Empress must have sold her soul to the Fleet Admiral to trade for those warships; I wonder what she offered Devereux to make that deal?"

"I'm afraid I do not know, Deep Lord," the ambassador replied with regret. "My contacts were not privy to any treaty discussions."

"Never mind," Athgiloi muttered, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "You've served me well, Saogh. When you return to Brimor, you will be rewarded."

The ambassador looked elated, his fins quivering as he bowed gratefully to his leader. Athgiloi ended the call, and before the ambassador's face had disappeared from the holo-screen, the Deep lord was scrolling through the Fleet Command interface to contact the invasion armada. Requesting a status update, he waited for the interstellar communication to bounce between the comms beacons, crossing the vast amounts of space between Brimor and the Kintark Empire. Shoal Master Kaelotegh was quick to respond when the message finally reached his flagship, the Retribution from the Depths.

"The invasion is proceeding according to plan, Deep Lord," Kaelotegh said, inclining his head respectfully towards the Brimorian leader. "Sixty-two systems have fallen under our control and we continue to sweep unopposed through Kintark territory. There has been no sign of Imperial warships and the planetary governors we interrogated have confirmed that system defence fleets departed weeks ago for the Terran invasion."

"You will encounter no ships until you reach their homeworld. My spies on Kinta have reported that all the remaining Imperial forces are gathering there to mount a last stand," Athgiloi calmly informed him.

The Shoal Master narrowed his black eyes. "How large a force will we be facing?"

"Not enough to be a threat," Athgiloi replied, looking unconcerned. "Approximately 300 warships are being refitted at the Mar'Trinark Shipyard."

"Enough for two fleets..." Kaelotegh mused. "Should I set course for Kinta to destroy them mid-refit?"

"Yes, proceed there immediately. This is an excellent opportunity for us to eliminate all the remaining Kintark warships in one decisive battle. I want you to split your forces and encircle Kinta, approaching their capital from multiple directions so you can interdict any ships that try to escape. If you attack en mass along the invasion corridor, the Imperial forces will realise how massively outnumbered they are and evacuate with the Empress."

The Shoal Master bared his needle-like teeth in a predatory snarl. "They will not escape our nets, Deep Lord!"

Athgiloi nodded curtly, then gestured with a claw. "The Kintark will be forced to fight a last stand in their home system, so it's highly likely they'll attempt to rig the battlefield in their favour. Watch you do not blunder into any traps."

"We shall remain vigilant for minefields or other hazards, Deep Lord."

Athgiloi fins rippled in anticipation. "I shall look forward to seeing an end to Empress Tamolith's short reign, Shoal Master."

"Do you wish her slain?"

"Bowed and beaten to grovel before me," Athgiloi corrected him, a sadistic gleam in his dark eyes.

Kaelotegh inclined his head respectfully. "As you command, Deep Lord."

Ending the call with a tap of his scaly claw, Athgiloi scanned through the rest of the messages he'd received earlier that morning. One of them was from the Dock Master at Braoimdh Nautica and he scanned through the transmission, then opened a comms channel with the massive shipyard. The sigil for the Enclave rippled away, revealing the flustered features of the Brimorian officer.

"Thank you for contacting me, Deep Lord," the Dock Master said obsequiously. "I have received orders that are too implausible to be believed and wanted to ask for your confirmation. Shoal-Commander Siolagon has issued a ship deed transference writ... to a Terran!"

"The writ is to be honoured," Athgiloi declared. "The Terran performed a great service to the Enclave."

The Dock Master's mouth fell open in shock. "B-but... he's requesting a Cutaiocht-class cruiser!"

Athgiloi's lips curled up into a wicked smile. "The agreement was for 'a cruiser', but no mention was made of the specific variant. Give him one of the obsolete Biol-class patrol ships instead."

Chuckling at his leaders' deviousness, the Dock Master bowed to him respectfully. "I will do as you command, Deep Lord."

Ending the call, the Brimorian leader swam slowly back to Celphna, picturing all the neighbouring rulers brought to their knees by the might of the Enclave. The thought was thrilling and so very nearly in his grasp... definitely something worth celebrating.

"You may give me pleasure now, Celphna," he declared, drawing his eager concubine to him.

The Nymph gave Athgiloi a seductive smile and began licking her way down his slippery scales.

***

"Morning, John," Calara said, leaning over his pillow to give him an upside-down kiss. "I'm going to make breakfast for everyone. Any requests?"

John stretched languidly as he stirred from sleep, feeling incredibly refreshed after the best night's sleep he'd had in weeks. Looking up at the Latina's smiling face, he kissed the tip of her nose. "Full English for me."

"Coming right up!" she said brightly, before disappearing from view.

Glancing down, John saw that Rachel was resting her head on the left side of his chest and Tashana on the right. Spooned up behind them were Dana and Irillith, imprisoning his arms in their ample cleavage.

"I'd offer to help make breakfast, but I appear to be trapped..." he noted, smiling as the spooning girls pressed themselves even closer, ensuring there was no escape. "As prisons go, this has to be one of the galaxy's finest."

Jade prowled across the bed and straddled his legs, a playful gleam in her emerald eyes. "Just wait until you see how the prisoners get their exercise... it's guaranteed to get your blood pumping, Master."

As Rachel and Tashana showered him in kisses, Jade slowly enveloped his cock in her mouth, taking every inch into her snug throat in one smooth action. John smiled appreciatively at his Nymph matriarch, his happy expression turning to surprise as he felt five mouths sucking insistently on his length.

*Don't fight your release, Master,* Jade urged him, her tongue wrapping around his shaft and furiously jacking his cock. *I want to see how fast I can milk your quad!*

*Save some for yourself,* he groaned to his Nymph Matriarch, clinging onto the girls beside him for dear life.

John didn't even try holding back and it took the expert fellatrix less than ten seconds to get him spurting down her throat. It felt like her four sisters were sucking John's quad inside out, as they slurped ferociously on Jade's tentacles, vacuuming every last drop of cum out of his balls. By the time he stopped seeing stars, a multi-hued display of light pulses was sweeping across the ceiling, the five Nymphs responding dramatically to his psychic enhancements.

"We're off to take a shower," Rachel said, kissing him on the cheek. "Join us when you've recovered."

He managed an inarticulate moan in response, then his nubile prison guards released him and left the bed. They were almost instantly replaced by Jade and four fawning catgirls, their nimble hands roaming over his body.

"Thank you, Master," Jade said softly, green pulses sweeping across her beautiful face. "This feels so wonderful."

Her sincere words of gratitude were echoed by her sisters, each looked thrilled to be receiving his psychic attention.

"You're all such good girls," he said, stroking the hands caressing him. "I love the five of you so much. You honestly couldn't make me any happier."

That appeared to be the right thing to say, as he was soon buried under swooning catgirls. Even Jade looked touched by his words, the Nymph Matriarch leaning down to kiss him deeply. When John had fully recovered, Jade carefully dismounted him, allowing him to get up.

"You should probably avoid our guests for the next couple of hours," he said, kissing her goodbye. "Jack was great about accepting everything Calara told him last night, but I'd rather not explain why my five sexy Nymphs are putting on a light show."

"We'll go for a swim in the Lagoon," Jade replied, rising from the bed. "Time for more shape-shifting practice, sisters!"

The catgirls sprang to their feet and eagerly followed her from the Observatory, but Betrixa hesitated in the doorway and bounded back to John.

"This one is very sorry about last night, Master," she said earnestly, her usual brash playfulness replaced by a shamefaced look of contrition. "I didn't mean to make trouble for you or Calara... I would never do that intentionally."

"I know, honey," he replied, giving her a gentle kiss. "Please don't be upset. I promise I'm not mad at you... I should have briefed you properly beforehand."

Betrixa looked immensely relieved. "That might have been tricky," she said, breaking into a grin. "I wasn't wearing briefs last night... or anything else under my dress."

He chuckled and patted her firm bottom. "Naughty girl... Have fun in the pool, I'll see you later."

She grinned and waved goodbye as she ran to catch up with her fellow Nymphs. John was left standing alone in the Observatory, so he entered the bathroom, nearly bumping into the twins who were about to leave.

"That was quick," he remarked, stepping aside to let them pass.

"We're heading up to the Bridge to relieve Sakura," Tashana explained, giving him a loving kiss. "Jade wanted to feed all the Nymphs together this morning and Sakura volunteered to cover for them."

"We'll stay up there for most of the day," Irillith elaborated, pausing to greet him with a hug. "Shan's looking for anything in the Nexus files that might help us rebuild Faye and I'll be investigating the traitors that attacked Olympus."

"Do we have any idea who was responsible?" John asked, scowling at the thought they were still roaming free.

"Alyssa said that Lynette sent us everything they've discovered so far. Come up and see me later and I'll give you a detailed update."

"Will do," he agreed, sharing smiles with the twins as they departed.

John could still hear the shower running in the bathroom, and he found Rachel and Dana soaping each other up when he opened the steamy cubicle.

"Thanks for waiting for me," he said, joining them under the hot streams of water.

They separated and hugged him, their slippery breasts squashed against his chest.

"No problem, we were having fun," Dana said with a grin. "I don't normally have to wash my boobs five times, but Rach obviously thinks I'm very dirty..."

"That goes without saying," the brunette said, kissing her on the cheek. She turned to give John a shy smile. "Last night was incredible. I thought I had more stamina than that... but in my defence, it all felt really, really good."

"I loved it too," he agreed, stroking their backs. "Getting you both off at the same time did my ego a power of good."

Dana nodded enthusiastically. "When I told Kelli and Perl how huge you were, they suggested giving double cowgirl a try. Those girls are sex experts!"

Rachel gave him a doe-eyed look. "Best of all, we can use that position when we're both pregnant. You'll also be able to make love to the Young Matriarchs that way."

John's eyes widened at that idea. "That's inspired!" He hugged both girls close. "I was worried regular sex would be impossible now they're expecting."

"Were you planning on just buggering them for the next 8 months?" Dana asked with a giggle.

He chuckled and shook his head. "No... of course not."

She ran her hand over her stomach and grinned. "If that's the only way I can fit all of you inside me while I'm knocked up, I'll take it in the ass all day, every day."

"Irillith's going to be a very happy girl," Rachel said, flashing a knowing smile at John. "I wonder if any of the Young Matriarchs will love it as much as her?"

"Oh yeah, they're all anal virgins!" Dana gasped, with barely contained glee.

*Not for much longer...* Alyssa chimed in, unable to keep the excitement from her voice.

Rachel lifted her hand so that her engagement ring sparkled in the light. "Perhaps you could make them a memento to celebrate the occasion?"

*They'd love that, John!* Edraele exclaimed, sounding thrilled at the idea.

He hesitated, his face a mask of uncertainty. "I think making each of them a ring is a lovely idea, but wouldn't it be a better idea to celebrate their pregnancies instead? I don't want any of the Maliri to feel pressured into doing anything they're not comfortable with and anal sex is taboo in their culture..."

"But what about Luna, Ilyana, and Almari?" Dana reminded him with a frown. "They'd all be thrilled if you made them a ring, but you're not planning to knock them up anytime soon. You could fuck them all in the ass whenever you like though!"

John rolled his eyes. "Why do we have to link the two together? Can't I just give them a gift because I love them?"

Rachel and Dana both shook their heads, frowning at that suggestion.

"What? Why not?" he asked in surprise.

"The Lioness rings have special significance to us, John," Rachel said quietly, stroking his chest. "We earned them by giving ourselves to you completely."

Dana nodded emphatically. "It's like what Irillith said yesterday: You own us body and soul... the Lioness rings are a reminder of that."

"But they're meant to be engagement rings, not to signify how adventurous we've been in bed," he said with amusement.

Dana admired the sparkling jewellery adorning her finger and smiling fondly. "They're both."

Rachel interlaced her fingers with Dana's, the two rings now adjacent to each other. "Giving us the Lioness rings brought us even closer as a group. I think the Maliri will appreciate and value the special significance of earning this gift and it'll bring them closer together too."