Three Square Meals Ch. 132

Neysa's eyes sparkled, then the Nymph lowered her eyes demurely. "Please be gentle, Master... it's my first time."

Stripping off his trousers, John moved into position behind her, the exotic beauty still fully clothed. He took a firm grip of her hips to hold her steady, then nudged the broad head of his cock against her tightly-clenched anus.

"Relax for me, honey," he said, gently stroking her flanks to calm her. "We'll take it nice and slowly so you don't feel any pain."

She drew a deep breath then did as he asked, the tension easing from her rigid posture. John had kept up an insistent pressure on the entrance to her rear passage and the crown eased inside as she willingly yielded for him. Neysa hissed as his first three inches stretched her open, the muscles clenching like a fist around him and halting his progress once more.

John slid his arms around Neysa and pulled her back against his chest. "That's a good girl," he murmured in her ear. "Take your time."

Trembling with the sexual tension, she tilted her head back to look him in the eyes. "I'm ready," she whispered, her spread cheeks gently squeezing his shaft.

They gazed into each other's eyes as John pushed deeper into her impossibly snug depths, Neysa's luscious mouth parting as she let out a low cry. He paused to let her adjust to his huge girth invading her body, giving her virgin bottom plenty of time to get used to being deflowered.

In his excitement, John forgot that the beautiful shape-shifter had complete control over her body and that Neysa could have easily taken his entire length in a single thrust. The evocative responses from the gorgeous catgirl had him convinced it was her first time, so he was gentle and considerate, trying to make the experience as pleasurable for her as possible. Neysa wasn't doing this for her own benefit though, she simply wanted him to savour the moment, understanding that it would make claiming the prize of her anal virginity all the more satisfying.

When she relaxed for him again, he pushed deeper into her body, listening intently to her mewling groans for any sign of distress. Neysa took everything he could give her, until her anal ring was stretched tight around the base of his shaft. She writhed against him, her body gripping and squeezing every inch of John's impressive length.

"I feel so full..." she breathed, lifting up her shirt and guiding his hand to the bulge in her abdomen.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, stroking the elongated bump in her toned midriff. His fingers dipped lower, past the bunched-up skirt that had ridden up her thighs, to seek out her sopping pussy.

"Your fingers feel amazing," she whispered to him, her ass pushing back against his groin as if trying to impale herself even further. "But you don't need to do that for me..."

"I want you to enjoy it too," he replied, circling her soaked clit with a fingertip.

She gave him a loving smile and nuzzled into him, pursing her lips for a kiss. He leaned down to kiss her passionately, his tongue probing her mouth as she welcomed him inside.

When they parted, she said quietly, "The most enjoyment I can receive is by giving you pleasure, John. I adore you... and I want you to use me in any way you desire. The more excitement you derive from my body... the more powerful my own climax will be... Master."

John paused and looked at her in surprise, suddenly remembering her true nature. He smiled and gave the eager Nymph a tender kiss. "Why did you pretend that this was your first time?"

"You chose this body for me. It belongs to you... and you alone," she murmured, her soft ears brushing against his cheek as she nuzzled him. "This is our first time being together this way."

He wrapped his arms around her to give her a tight hug. "You're amazing, my sexy little Nymph."

"Tell me what I can do to make this more pleasurable for you, Master," she urged him, her breathing quickening with her excitement.

John nodded and whispered in her ear. "Listen carefully to Jade and do exactly what she tells you."

Jade could hear his every whim and passed those thoughts on to the eager catgirl, who moved instantly to obey. Neysa quivered with excitement when she heard the authoritative shift in his voice, then leaned forward over the desk, supporting her upper body on her outstretched arms. John moved with her, resting on her back as his hands cupped and kneaded her breasts.

He started with long smooth strokes, revelling in the slick warmth clinging to every inch of his cock as he sheathed himself inside her. Neysa moaned her approval, pushing back to meet every rhythmic thrust. Shifting position, John placed his hands on her shoulders and raised himself up, so he could watch his rigid shaft plunging between her trembling buttocks. His toned stomach slapped against her quivering cheeks when he was balls-deep, adding a percussive beat to her excited gasps and soft feminine grunts.

John felt a pang of guilt at using the accommodating Nymph so selfishly, when he was struck by a sudden epiphany. Jade and her sisters might look like exotically-coloured Terrans, but they were alien creatures with very different emotional needs. It wasn't actually possible to be a selfish lover with a Nymph, because the more pleasure he derived from having sex with her, the more excited she became.

The way Neysa was responding to him was absolutely genuine, her cries growing more passionate to match his own rising excitement. He'd made her strong and resilient, her body capable of withstanding tremendous physical punishment, but John had no intention of harming the lovely Nymph. He deactivated his psychic strength, removing any risk that he might accidentally hurt her. Safe in the knowledge that Neysa was now far stronger than he was, he let loose his inhibitions, pistoning in and out of her magnificent body at a pounding pace.

Neysa responded immediately, throwing her head back in a howl of ecstasy, her body bucking as she took every thrust with rapturous glee. Their coupling turned primal, John dominating the gorgeous girl bent over his desk, while she joyfully submitted her body and soul to him. Neysa turned her head for a kiss over her shoulder, only managing one liplock before her eyes went wide and she screamed with pleasure. John wrapped his hand in her long hair, using the ponytail for reins as he rode Neysa's furiously bucking body.

He tried to hold out for as long as he could, simply to enjoy pounding her with utter abandon. Her tail snaked below them, gently stroking and massaging his taut quad as if urging him to unload. Every deep thrust into her pliant body was accompanied by a sonata of her ecstatic cries, Neysa consumed by a relentless chain of orgasms. It was impossible for John to resist the building wave of pleasure that seemed to grow from the pit of his stomach and he exploded inside her, his howl of release joining hers.

Her frantic thrashing slowed to a gentle rocking, the snug grip milking his cock as he pumped her belly full of his load. Neysa whimpered and gasped as she swelled to take him, her tummy rounding out against his desk as he spurted out every last drop of cum in his balls. By the time he was done, John collapsed on her back, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving.

It took him a couple of minutes to recover, then he lifted his weight from her and gingerly eased his aching cock from her trembling ass. Neysa had been rendered insensate, sprawled over the desk with her stocking-clad legs quivering with the aftermath of the fierce fucking. Regaining his senses, John quickly checked on her to make sure she was alright, but one look at the serene smile of blissful contentment on Neysa's face put him at ease.

"She'll need some time to regain her senses, Master," Jade murmured, stepping forward from the shadows and affectionately stroking her sister's unkempt mane. "Neysa has never known such pleasure before."

John collapsed back in his chair and panted for breath, too exhausted to speak. Jade was content to let him rest, caressing Neysa while she waited until he'd recovered.

"I'm sorry, Jade... I've never given you what you really needed," he finally said, looking up at the green-skinned Nymph with regret.

She shook her head vehemently. "That's not true, John! Making love with you has been wonderful. You're very considerate in bed and always made sure I enjoyed our time together before seeking your own release. It gave you pleasure to see my excitement... which was like delicious foreplay for me before we shared a climax."

He beckoned her over and Jade knelt beside him. "You tried to explain this to me weeks ago, didn't you? When you wanted me to indulge my fantasies."

Jade giggled and looked up at John starry-eyed. "Being Felicity for you was such a thrill!"

John brushed his fingers through her dark hair as he remembered the night of passion with the Oceanus rep. "Yeah, that was a lot of fun. I'm just sorry it took me this long to really understand what you need."

Her emerald eyes shone with love as she gazed up at him. "Neysa is very clever, Master. She was able to explain our nature to you in a way that I could not."

"She's a smart girl," he murmured, looking at the cum-stuffed Nymph with a fond smile. Turning his attention back to Jade, he continued, "Was this your secret?"

Jade hesitated and shook her head. "This was a lovely surprise for me too, Master. But it's not what I wanted to share with you."

"Was it that Neysa loves me?" he asked, relaxing in his chair. "Or that she wanted to choose to stay with me as her master?"

She shook her head again, her dark mane swishing over her shoulders. "Neysa did confess her feelings to me beforehand... but that's not my secret either."

He studied her joyful expression and could see that she was bursting to tell him. "What is it, Jade?" he asked with a grin. "Don't keep me in suspense any longer!"

A crystal tear rolled down her cheek, her emerald eyes shining with elation. "Neysa understands why you wanted her to have free will... she chose to be with you for herself! She's just like me now, John! I'm not unique in the galaxy anymore!"

John looked at her in surprise, then pulled Jade up into his lap and hugged her tight, the overwhelmed Nymph crying tears of joy.

***

Alyssa could feel Jade's jubilation blazing across their bond, her feelings of happiness making the Nymph shine like a beacon across the psychic network.

*I'm so happy for you, gorgeous,* Alyssa said, her heart lifting for her friend.

*Thank you, Alyssa!* Jade gushed, sharing her delight with her fellow matriarch.

Wobbling unsteadily at the sudden influx of power, Alyssa glanced fearfully at the water below the bridge where she was seated in momentary alarm. She lay back on the bridge and closed her eyes, the brief feelings of panic fading away now that reason had returned and she remembered she could swim. It felt soothing to lie there on the cool sandstone, her lower legs still dangling over the edge above the water.

By the time Neysa roused from her sexual nirvana, Alyssa had regained full control of herself, the recent surges of power growing easier to adapt to. She waited patiently in the Lagoon as John and the two Nymphs left his Ready Room and made their way down to Deck Three. Rising to her feet, she greeted the trio with a warm smile when they entered the Lagoon. Jade and Neysa hugged and kissed her as they passed, glowing pulses emerging from their curved tummies and casting an ethereal light over the lush jungle.

Watching John's approach, Alyssa stepped forward to meet him. "I'm very sorry, John," she said sincerely. "Please forgive me for overstepping my authority, for upsetting Lynette, and for undermining your relationship with her."

"Do you understand why I was disappointed?" he asked, brushing aside a stray lock of golden hair that had fallen across her pensive face.

She nodded, tears welling in her cerulean eyes. "I promised you before that I wouldn't go behind your back on command decisions... and I broke that promise."

"I realise that you're passionate about the colonies on the Outer Rim and I shirked my responsibilities there, leaving you to deal with all those infested colonists," he said with regret. Meeting her questioning gaze, he continued, "But no matter how much you despise the Terran Federation for what happened to your family, always remember that Lynette is on our side. She's trying to make a difference to those colonies and prevent the kind of events that led to your horrible childhood."

"I know... and I'll find a way to make amends with her," Alyssa said adamantly. She hesitated, looking unsure of herself. "What can I do to make this up to you, John?"

"I need your support more than ever right now," he replied, his expression solemn. "Don't cause me any more problems and we'll consider this a useful learning experience."

"I'll support you however I can," she said, nodding her agreement. "And I'll try really hard not to cause you any trouble."

He couldn't help smiling wryly at her second pledge. "You'll try?"

She gave him a rueful smile in return. "Would another promise mean anything after I just broke the last one?"

John pulled her into his arms. "No... and I appreciate your honesty."

"I've always got your best interests at heart, John," she said with absolute conviction. "It might not always seem like it at the time, but that's one thing you can rely on without fail."

"I know, beautiful," he said, giving her a grateful kiss.

Alyssa sagged with relief, sensing that she was forgiven. Clasping his hand, they walked across the bridge towards the Observatory in companionable silence, feeling like they were in sync once again.

***

Tom glared across the table at the ISD Colonel in frustration. His requests to communicate with his fiancée and family had been denied the previous evening, leaving him in turmoil all night long. After being given an early breakfast, Tom was deemed fit enough for another interview and escorted to this sombre grey room, where he'd been subjected to a barrage of relentless questions.

"This is ridiculous!" Tom blurted out, gripping the armrests of his chair. "You can't seriously believe I had anything to do with the Brimorian attack! Why the hell would I do that?!"

Colonel Compton stayed maddeningly calm, unruffled by any of his suspect's outbursts. "You tell me, Commander Walker. Why would you sell out your friends and comrades?"

"I didn't!" he insisted, his hands clenching tighter. "I'd never do that!"

"And yet you miraculously survived the massacre, despite the Brimorians gunning down escape pods and destroying crippled ships to kill their crews. How do you explain your mysterious coma, Commander Walker?"

"I... don't know... I can't explain it," he faltered helplessly.

"What if I were to tell you that medical scans detected a Brimorian neuro-toxin in your system?"

"What do you mean?" Tom asked, his face blanching. "What kind of toxin?"

"A toxin that conveniently rendered you unconscious without any long-term physical harm," Compton replied, studying Tom intently. "A toxin that made it seem like you were wounded in battle when your Claymore was wrecked by enemy fire. Except... black box recordings don't show your ship taking so much as a single hit from enemy fighters during the battle. How do you explain that, Commander Walker?"

"My Claymore was malfunctioning... I couldn't fire my guns," he stammered, increasingly alarmed. "Maybe the Brimorians didn't see me as a threat?"

"The Brimorians didn't see unarmed escape pods as a threat, yet every single one of them was targeted and destroyed."

"But my Claymore was wrecked!" Tom quickly countered. "The rescue teams found me in my badly damaged fighter... you just told me that yourself!"

"According to ballistic reports, the damage is consistent with shots from a particle cannon, fired at short range against a stationary target... inside an oxygen-rich atmosphere."

Tom shook his head. "That's impossible. The battle took place in space."

"The battle did, Commander Walker. However, I'd postulate that your ship was fired upon inside a Brimorian hangar to simulate battle damage. Now why would the Brimorians avoid shooting at you, then tractor beam your Claymore into a hangar, and fake damage to an otherwise unscathed Terran Federation fighter?"

"I've got no idea!" Tom protested. "I don't even remember being captured! The last thing I do remember is seeing the Janus destroyed by Enclave forces!"

He started to sweat as he shook his head helplessly, realising just how bad these allegations were starting to look.

"I'm innocent, you've got to believe me!" Tom pleaded with his interviewer.

"That's a significant problem, Commander Walker, because I don't believe you," Colonel Compton said, his mouth turning down into a stern frown. "All I've heard is a string of denials without a single solitary piece of evidence that might vindicate your story. A story, which is implausible to say the least. Are you really trying to claim that the Brimorians ignored your Claymore for the entire battle, then crippled your ship and injected you with a neuro-toxin, only to leave you to be rescued?"

Tom swallowed around his dry mouth, feeling an increasing sense of foreboding. "Look... you can't keep me locked up indefinitely; I'm done answering questions! Either charge me with something, or let me speak to my family! My father's Admiral Laurence Walker!"

An ominous silence fell in the interview room. Colonel Compton just stared at him, not moving a muscle as the seconds dragged on into minutes.

Darting a nervous glance at the door, Tom wasn't sure if he should just get up and walk out of the room. He was just about to rise, when the ISD Colonel stood first.

"Commander Tom Walker, you are hereby formally charged with treason against the Terran Federation and conspiracy to commit murder... 347,189 counts."

Tom gaped at Compton in horror, not able to believe that this nightmare was really happening.

***

*Hey, John... it's time to wake up.* Alyssa's gentle voice drifted through his subconscious.

John stirred from sleep and carefully stretched, trying not to disturb the two girls snuggled up beside him. He felt Jehanna shift on his right-hand-side and he received a big kiss before he'd even had a chance to open his eyes.

"Morning!" she gushed, her happy face grinning down at him.

He chuckled and cupped her cheek. "Good Morning. You woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."

Neysa propped herself up on an elbow beside him, her sinuous tail curling around to playfully tickle his nose. "I certainly did!"

Jehanna grinned at the catgirl, then her smile turned coy as she looked at John. "I was really looking forward to you giving me breakfast..."

"I think I can accommodate you there." John sat up and was startled to see the entire crew in attendance on the huge oval bed. "You're all here! Who's watching the Bridge?"

"Daphne volunteered to help out," Alyssa explained, crawling across the bed to join him. "The Invictus has got a clear run for at least thirty minutes and everyone wanted to watch you feed Jehanna."

He frowned in confusion. "Really? But you've all seen us together before. What's special about today?"

Jehanna encircled his shaft with her delicate brown hand and began to gently stroke him, making him thicken in response. "This will be the first time you've fed me a full tummy since you agreed that I could join you permanently. Are you going to give me psychic powers?"

"What?!" he asked, blinking in surprise.

"It totally makes sense," Dana explained, nodding sagely. "You've given all the girls on the crew psychic abilities, except for the Nymphs... but you're powering them up to become dragons."