Three Square Meals Ch. 131

Turning his attention to the girl in his arms, John rubbed her back. "It looks like I'm well and truly soaked now; I might as well just get in."

"I'd love to share a bath with you," she agreed, releasing him so he could undress.

He quickly stripped off his clothes and slipped into the deliciously hot bath with a sigh. As soon as he was settled in the luxurious tub, he pulled Jehanna back into his arms, enjoying the slippery feel of her skin as she rubbed against him.

"Now... first of all, I don't think you're selfish," he said firmly, tilting up her chin to stop her looking away. "You're very close to your parents and it's perfectly understandable that you're upset by what's happened."

She tried to object, but John quickly silenced her with a kiss.

"My situation is very different; to start with, I only met my parents for the first time last week. Yes, they both spectacularly failed to meet my expectations, but those were just a young boy's juvenile fantasies. My father was a mass-murdering Progenitor and my mother his mindless Thrall... I should have known better than to get my hopes up. Anyway... they're both dead to me now, so let's just forget about them."

Jehanna cupped his face in her hands and tenderly kissed him. There were tears in her eyes when she pulled away... and a look filled with compassion.

"Don't get upset, honey," he said gently. With a determined set to his jaw, he continued, "I'll do whatever I can to help you fix things with your parents... I promise."

"I know you will," she whispered, kissing him again. "I love you, John. I hope I can show you how much someday."

"You don't have to prove anything," he said with a reassuring smile. "You're an amazing girl, Jehanna. I'm very lucky to have you in my life."

She sat astride him, her face only a few inches from his. "Would you let me really be a part of your life? For a few weeks at least..."

His momentary confusion shifted into a look of understanding. "The girls talked to you about coming with us back to Genthalas?"

Jehanna nodded. "The twins made a very good point: I'm considering retiring with you in Maliri Space, but I've never even seen Valaden."

"You're right, that's an excellent reason to come with us," he agreed, brushing a tendril of wet hair away from her face. "I was going to suggest you joining us until we can sort this mess out with your parents, as I didn't want you to be left alone while you were upset. This kills two birds with one stone."

"Two wounded little birds?" she asked softly, looking into his eyes. "Or maybe one wounded little bird and a wounded lion?"

His stoic composure cracked for a moment, then John was back to his usual self. "Don't worry about me. Let's just concentrate on making sure you're alright."

Jehanna nodded, realising that he was uncomfortable showing any sign of vulnerability about his parents. She gave him a gentle kiss, but there was a spark of passion in her eyes now. "I really missed you, John..."

"I missed you too," he replied, then let out a groan as she rubbed up against his thickening shaft.

"Yeah?" she purred, undulating her hips. Her tone was playful as she continued, "I find that hard to believe... You've got so many beautiful girls eager to keep you company."

"You're not jealous are you?" he teased, letting his hands slide down to her waist. Now he could control her movements and ground her against the base of his shaft.

She moaned at the insistent pressure on her clit. "Maybe I am," she confessed with a wicked smile. "I want to play with them too..."

He leaned forward to kiss her neck, sucking fiercely to leave a love bite. Jehanna gasped and clung to him tightly, then let out a low cry as he repositioned her slick pussy over the head of his cock. Her scream of ecstasy as he slid her down to the base of his shaft was just the first of countless more to come.

***

Sakura skidded to a halt beside the Invictus' airlock door, then glanced down at her trembling passenger. "How are you doing? Are you okay?"

Abigail had her eyes squeezed tightly closed. "Are we there yet?"

"We're here, safe and sound," the Asian girl said with a smile, setting the young woman down on her feet.

Sakura placed her gauntleted hand on the DNA reader, which beeped and flashed red. Frowning in confusion, she tried again with the same result.

*Alyssa, I can't open the airlock door!* she protested, glaring at the device with irritation.

*Your DNA must have changed. John's obviously given you some kind of upgrade,* the blonde replied a moment later. *Hold on a second...*

The former assassin didn't have to wait long before the airlock door spiralled open, admitting the two women into the Invictus' hull.

"Come on, I'll take you to see Alyssa," Sakura said, offering a hand to her guest.

Abigail clasped her hand and they walked inside, the journey upwards in the grav-tube met with the usual shocked reaction. Sakura settled Abigail down and coaxed her out onto Deck Two, then they entered the quarters closest to the grav-tube, which Alyssa had repurposed as a design studio for her role as the ship's seamstress.

The blonde was expecting them and greeted her guest with a hug. "It's lovely to meet you at last, Abigail."

"You too, Alyssa," the raven-haired beauty replied. "I've heard so much about you from Rachel."

"Nothing too shocking I hope," Alyssa replied, giving her a disarming smile.

Abigail shook her head. "She looks up to you like a big sister. We keep in touch regularly so she can keep tabs on her father and Rachel's always mentioning things you said or did."

Alyssa's bright blue eyes softened. "She's a wonderful girl. I'm so grateful Rachel joined us." Stepping aside, she turned to gesture towards the holographic image displayed behind her. "Unfortunately, we're on a very tight schedule so we better get started. I came up with a preliminary design, which I thought would flatter your figure."

As the statuesque blonde moved out of the way, Abigail got her first glimpse of the wedding dress. She was expecting something very plain, simple by necessity to give Alyssa any chance of making it in time for the ceremony. What she saw shocked her beyond belief and left Abigail staring at the hologram in awe.

"It's so beautiful," she murmured, her face shadowing with regret. "It would've been perfect... absolutely perfect."

"It will be," Alyssa agreed, delighted by her reaction.

Sakura leaned against the doorframe, a wistful smile on her face. "It really is gorgeous..."

Abigail frowned in confusion. "There's no way you can make this in time, Alyssa. Just look at all that intricate lacework!" Her eyes swept over the dress with longing. "Maybe we should delay the wedding for a few weeks..."

"No, don't do that," Alyssa said firmly. "Are you sure this is the one? Are you happy with the material?"

When Abigail gave her a bewildered nod, Alyssa gestured towards the bolts of cloth stacked on the far side of the room. A beautiful sheet of white satin floated into the air as a score of glowing scissors popped into existence around it. They immediately went to work, cutting intricate shapes from the material which were carefully removed by a dozen glowing telekinetic hands. Alyssa gestured imperiously to the host of eldritch seamstresses and soon the pieces of cloth were being sewn together with delicate thread. Abigail could only gape at them in wonder, watching as her dream dress took shape before her eyes.

***

"How are you getting on in there, Daddy? Nearly ready?" Rachel asked, knocking lightly on the bedroom door.

"I'll just be a minute," he called out to her. "Come in."

She opened the door and waltzed inside, then smiled to see her father freshly showered and clean-shaven once again. Dressed in smart suit trousers and wearing a pristine white shirt, Henry Voss was searching through a jewellery case, trying to choose from a row of gleaming cufflinks.

Rachel leaned over and picked out a platinum set with three glittering diamonds. "I think you should wear those."

Henry hesitated as she dropped them into his open palm. "Rachel... I'm not sure that's appropriate. Your mother bought them for me."

"I know," she said quietly. "The top pair of diamonds represent the two of you and I was the third."

He swallowed thickly, his finger trembling as he touched the valuable pieces. "I haven't worn them in years..."

"It's been thirteen years," Rachel stated, knowing she was correct. "I remember you showing them to me... they used to be your favourites."

Turning to look at his daughter, there was terrible guilt reflected in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Rachel. Maybe I should call off the wedding... I don't deserve this."

"You don't deserve to be happy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is that why you married a vapid gold digger who didn't love you? To punish yourself?"

He looked at her with a mixture of pride and regret. "You were always so smart. You could always cut straight to the quick."

"I'm not trying to hurt you any more, Daddy," she said softly. "I hated you for a long time... but you weren't to blame for what happened to Catherine... not really. I punished the people that took her from us... and it's time to put all of that in the past. Mummy was sweet and kind... she would have forgiven you long ago."

"You're so like her," he said, his voice catching. "Seeing you healing those soldiers today... you reminded me of your mother so much."

Rachel smiled at him then glanced down at the cufflinks. "Catherine would have wanted you to be happy again. Wear those with our blessing."

Henry nodded and moved to pick them up, but his fingers were shaking with emotion.

"Let me," she offered, taking them from him and deftly inserting them into his shirt cuffs. "There... perfect."

He wrapped his arms around Rachel, giving her a warm fatherly hug. She leaned into him and they stood together like that for a long moment, both enjoying the renewed closeness between them.

Rachel brushed at her eyes and gave him a big smile. "We should get going. We don't want you to be late for your own wedding."

Henry mirrored her happy expression. "We better get there quick before Abigail comes to her senses."

***

"I really missed this..." Jehanna murmured, letting out a blissful sigh of contentment.

She snuggled back against John's chest, relishing the feel of his strong arms around her. His fingers lightly caressed her obscenely swollen belly, her abdomen stretched to its limit by the heavy load he'd pumped into her womb. Every touch sent a delicious thrill through her body, making Jehanna wonder how incredible it would feel to be carrying his baby inside her.

John kissed her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his lips. "I'll try to spend as much time as I can with you while you're staying with us... but I'm afraid I have some other commitments."

Half-turning, she looked up at him over her shoulder. "I understand, John... really. You need to calm down the new matriarchs and make sure they all stay loyal to Queen Edraele. Will you have to give each of them a full tummy?"

"I'll start by asking Jade to help me recruit them to Edraele's network. When they're all connected to her, then I'll try to make the time to see each of them individually."

"Will that be enough?" she asked, idly stroking her own curved stomach.

"I hope so..." he replied, but didn't look convinced. "At least one of the original matriarchs survived the slaughter and Edraele seems to think Emandra Holaris is a real tyrant. It'll probably take multiple sessions with her to erase any homicidal or sadistic tendencies."

She nodded in understanding, then gave him a funny look and burst into laughter.

"What?" he asked, smiling at her unexpected mirth.

"We're calmly discussing how many beautiful women are going to have to suck your cock over the next few weeks. Not only do I not feel the slightest bit angry or jealous... it's actually turning me on!"

John smoothed back a stray lock of her long jet-black hair. "I'm sorry that I altered your mind to willingly accept that."

Jehanna shrugged and gave him a mellow smile. "You and Alyssa both warned me exactly what I was signing up for. I'm certainly not complaining... I just found it amusing."

He studied her for a moment, then asked quietly, "I saw the video footage of you wiping out the ISD assassins on Olympus. Alyssa said that you haven't been suffering with any flashbacks since then, but I just wanted to check you were alright."

"I feel fine," she said, after thinking about her feelings. "Actually, that's not true. I'm glad I executed those bastards... they all had it coming after they dared to go after our family!"

John stroked her hair and the regret on his face was plain for her to see.

"What's the matter?" Jehanna asked in confusion when she saw his expression. "You don't actually care about those traitorous assholes, do you?!"

"No, not at all," he readily admitted. "But I remember a time, not so long ago, when you were appalled by the level of violence the Lionesses were using. You were worried you might become blasé about killing people."

She shrugged. "They were bad guys... they had it coming."

John didn't say anything, just looked at her with remorse.

Jehanna froze, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh!"

"It wasn't deliberate, Jehanna... but I'm so sorry I did that to you."

She tilted her head to one side and considered it. "I'm not. I was wrong before."

Jehanna saw him grimace, so she quickly continued, "The ISD troops initiated that slaughter against innocent civilians. If I hadn't taken those assassins out quickly, Abigail would've died from blood loss before the medics could get to her in time. Was her life worth more than the murderous scum that gunned down hundreds of people in cold blood? Damn right she was! That squad wasn't worth a second of remorse... so yes, I'm glad that I see things differently now."

"It's just that... I never wanted to change you into something that you didn't want to be," he said quietly, stroking her hair. "You were worried about becoming a merciless killer."

"I was wrong about that too," Jehanna said with conviction. "Calling the Lionesses merciless killers is such a disservice to everything they stand for. I feel proud that I was able to save Henry and Abigail... and I regret judging the girls the way that I did. When your Lionesses fought at the Battle of Terra, they were trying to save humanity from annihilation by a malevolent alien threat. They were forced into doing what they had to do, to save innocent lives."

"I agree with you... but-"

Jehanna leaned up to kiss him and silenced his objection. "We can't change anything now, so please don't feel guilty about this. There's no one in the galaxy I admire more than your Lionesses... except for you... and if you've brought me a step closer to being like them, then I feel honoured."

John listened to her earnest reply, then kissed her shoulder. "No regrets at all?"

"Just one," she said, looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry that I haven't been able to drop everything and join you like the others have. Please don't take that as a sign that I don't love you... I really do! If it wasn't for my parents, I'd join you in a heartbeat."

He pulled back and looked at her in surprise. "What about your career with TFNN and the Press Liaison job with High Command? That meant so much to you!"

She rolled around so she was lying on her back and gazed up at him with a gleam in her eyes. "You're the only story that matters now, John. Mighty Baen'thelas fighting to liberate the galaxy from a malevolent god and his army of tyrants! What could be more epic than that?"

"You've been talking to Tashana," he said, frowning in disapproval. "I asked them not to put pressure on you to make a decision."

"She didn't!" Jehanna blurted out, quick to defend the Maliri girl. "But everything Tashana told me is true though, isn't it? Compared to what you're facing, covering events in the Terran Federation is like reporting on a town mayor opening a supermarket!"

He sighed and nodded. "Yes, I suppose that's true."

*I'm sorry to interrupt, John,* Alyssa said quietly, her telepathic voice drifting through his mind. *We haven't got long and you two need to get ready.*

Jehanna glanced down at her rounded stomach, then licked her lips instinctively and shook her head. Her responses were subtle, but enough to let him know that Alyssa was talking to her too.

"What's my mischievous matriarch saying to you?" John asked with a smile, placing his hand on her curved midriff.

"Alyssa asked if I minded sharing with Sakura and Calara; she said they've been good girls today and you wanted to reward them," Jehanna explained, a look of anticipation on her face. She blushed and added quietly, "She also said that I shouldn't take full loads yet until I've convinced you that I'm serious about becoming a Lioness. That there's nothing sexier than swallowing all your cum, knowing that you're Changing me to become one of your girls."

*Alyssa...* John rumbled, making no effort to disguise his disapproval.

*What? I'm just being honest with the foxy reporter and she's just being honest with you. Jehanna's ready John... this bust up with her parents was the push she needed.*

Before John could say a word, Calara, Sakura, and Marika entered the Observatory, the trio shedding clothes like confetti as they rushed to join the couple on the oval bed.

"Hello, Master," the Nymph said fondly, hugging him from behind and kissing his cheek.

Calara knelt next to Jehanna and stroked her hair. "Hello again, gorgeous. You look so satisfied and contented... it's lovely to see."

"Hey," the dusky girl replied, looking up at her with a dreamy smile. "That's exactly how I feel."

"Now that's a sexy tummy," Sakura murmured, reverently caressing the cum-filled dome with both hands. "Would you mind if I go first? Apparently, somebody's enhancing me at the moment..."

The Asian girl flashed John a knowing grin as she lay down between those splayed thighs, Jehanna's lusty groan all the confirmation Sakura needed. Soon she was hungrily slurping away, with Jehanna holding her in place and bucking against Sakura's lapping tongue. Calara was next to fill her stomach with his cum, then Marika used her long tongue to lick Jehanna's womb clean, before feeding every last drop to the writhing girl as she climaxed repeatedly.

John could feel them lighting up in his mind as he established an active connection with each girl, the portraits representing them shining brightly. Although it felt wonderful to be that close to Jehanna again, he worried that her newfound enthusiasm for joining the crew was simply a rebellious reaction to the fallout with her parents. As much as he cared about the beautiful young woman, he didn't want her to rush headlong into a decision she might regret later. Even if she did end up having no regrets, could those feelings be trusted, knowing how much influence the Change had over the girls?

Lost in thought, he was only dimly aware of the girls moving around on the bed, until he felt Marika hug him from behind again.

"They've each been fed, Master," the Nymph whispered in his ear.

Jolted from his musings, John saw the three Terran girls were now standing before him, with Jehanna flanked by Calara and Sakura. They'd split his cum between them, so each only had a small bulge in their stomachs, with Jehanna's being slightly more prominent as she lacked the sculpted abdominal muscles of a fully-fledged Lioness. The contrast between their skin tones was intoxicating, ranging from Calara's earthy olive hue, Sakura's warm golden-brown, and Jehanna's rich coffee complexion.

John imagined how they'd all look when Jehanna had an identical figure to the rest of the girls and those bumps in their bellies were real. He gently stroked Calara and Sakura, then planted a tender kiss on Jehanna's curved tummy. Two out of three of those beautiful young women were already desperate to carry his babies and at this rate, it wouldn't be long before Jehanna joined them. Glancing up with a smile of satisfaction on his face, he saw three sets of alluring brown eyes watching him intently.