Three Square Meals Ch. 062

As his mind's eye flickered over each of the girls, he paused on Calara, a soft glow from her drawing his attention. His curiosity peaked, he looked closer, and saw that the glow was emanating from her belly. He realised it must correspond to her still carrying his cum in her stomach, and something clicked into place in his mind. He instantly realised that he had an active connection with the gorgeous Latina, and while that was in place, he'd be able to focus his will, healing her of any ailments.

That moment of clarity had told him everything he needed to know, and he abruptly rose to his feet, "Commander," he said to her in a firm tone, "we've got plenty of time before we reach Iota-Leonis, and I want to burn off some steam. I think we're overdue a sparring match."

Calara was surprised to say the least, and turned her chair so that she could face him. She opened her mouth to protest, raising her gloved hand, but she saw by the set of his jaw that he wasn't in a mood to be argued with. She stood meekly, and walked up the ramp to join him, lacking her usual fiery exuberance at the prospect of a martial arts session with him.

"I'll stay here, and keep an eye on things," Alyssa said to him, as she watched the Latina head up to the grav-tube. She glanced John's way and gave him a loving smile as Calara walked by, and added telepathically, *Thank you.*

John winked at her playfully, then darted down the steps to match step with Calara, accompanying her down to Deck Two in the grav-tube. The Latina wasn't in a talkative mood, so he took the opportunity to say to Alyssa and Edraele, *Thanks for your advice, that was really helpful. I guess I had an epiphany of some sort, and some things suddenly became a lot clearer in my mind.*

He quickly explained what had happened, leaving Calara to go into her room to change while he walked into the Commander's Quarters to put on his own sparring gear. Alyssa and Edraele were both intrigued by this revelation, and Edraele seemed especially interested in the connections she had with the Maliri girls she was linked to. By the time he'd finished explained his startling discovery, he'd managed to get changed and was out in the corridor again, where he waited patiently for a couple of minutes for Calara to arrive.

She appeared a few moments later, her right arm still wearing the glove, and carrying it awkwardly tucked in against her body as though it were broken. He smiled warmly at her, and she returned it bravely, but he could tell she was worried and trying to hide it.

They walked down the corridor then re-entered the grav-tube, dropping down in the crimson glow until they reached Deck Seven. Calara seemed increasingly apprehensive as they walked along the corridor past the Pharmacy, the Firing Range, and Medical, until finally arriving at the Gym. John pressed the button, and waved her through courteously, waiting for her to enter the room before following in after her. He'd had just about enough of seeing her looking so subdued, so when they squared off against each other on the mat, instead of adopting a fighting stance, he strolled right up to her.

"Your arm please, Commander," he requested firmly.

Calara raised her right arm for him, conditioned as she was to instantly obey her commanding officer. She stared at her arm, worry creasing her eyes as she looked at the recently crippled limb.

Stepping close to her, he raised his hand, but instead of taking her arm, he brushed his fingers through her thick, lustrous dark-hair. She looked up at him quizzically, and he said, "This isn't like you, you normally trust me implicitly. You know I'm healing your arm, so what's wrong?"

She faltered, unable to look into his eyes, as she admitted in a quiet voice, "I'm scared. The idea of being crippled in combat has always terrified me; the idea that I'd suddenly be unable to serve, and forced to retire."

He smiled at her affectionately as he said, "It looks like you picked the right boyfriend then."

The Latina laughed, but he could tell she was still worried. Gently taking hold of her arm, he peeled back the long opera glove, exposing the fresh, unblemished skin on her forearm. Tugging it carefully, he pulled it all the way from her hand, revealing her lovely slender fingers to their gaze.

"As good as new," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

She stared in wonder at her fully regenerated arm, wiggling her fingers cautiously as she experimented with her motor control. John could see she was still wary, and finding it hard to believe he'd fully restored her limb, so he stepped back a couple of paces, squaring off against her.

"Time to test your new hand," he said, watching the girl closely. "Hit me as hard as you can."

She looked about to protest, but when he raised an eyebrow, she fell into a combat stance against him. He could immediately tell she was still hesitant, as she really pulled the blow she aimed at his torso. Effortlessly catching her fist in his open palm, he pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her as she moved into his embrace without resistance.

"Something else is upsetting you," he said quietly as he stroked her back. "What is it?"

He could feel her start to tremble in his arms, and she whimpered, "I thought I was done being the damsel in distress, but I'm still just as helpless as ever."

Pulling back slightly he gently lifted her chin so she was forced to look up at him. His tone was tender, but firm as he said, "You had no chance of doing anything to prevent that explosion, or avoiding the blast. No matter what training I'd give you, the results would still have been the same."

"I... saw it... the bomb I mean, before it went off," she replied in a tremulous voice. She laughed self-deprecatingly as she added, "I thought someone had got a present for Jade."

"How long before?" he asked her, not backing down for a moment.

She stared into his eyes, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"How long was it before the bomb went off after you'd seen it?" he clarified for her.

She faltered, then replied, "About three seconds, I guess?"

He chuckled, and said, "Come on, honey, don't be silly. What could you have possibly done in three seconds to change what happened?"

She looked sheepish, and conceded, "Nothing."

"That's right," he said, nodding encouragingly. "It wasn't your fault, and you couldn't have done anything to prevent it. You being caught in that explosion had absolutely nothing to do with how capable you are at defending yourself."

A smile formed on her face, and she looked like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Thank you," she said to him simply, her earnest expression conveying the strength of her gratitude.

He returned her smile, but then it slowly fell from his face as he frowned in disapproval and said, "Now, that punch you threw at me was another matter entirely. That was an insult to all the effort I just put into healing you. Do you really think I'd give you a defective arm?"

Calara was shocked by his words, and she shook her head frantically. "No, of course not!" she protested. "I was just-"

"No excuses. Show me what you've got," he stated firmly, narrowing his eyes as he stared at her.

He stepped back from her, putting some distance between them to give her plenty of room. Calara took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a few moments to centre herself. When her long lashes lifted, he could see the fierce determination in those lovely dark eyes. She lunged towards him, winding up a massive blow that would have felled a lesser man in one punch. He managed to catch it with his palm, and the sound of that impact echoed like a thunderclap around the gym.

"That's more like it," he said proudly, loving the sight of the fiery spark in her eyes.

"You're playing a dangerous game," she warned him, giving him a smouldering look.

He nodded, and said, "You're a dangerous woman. I wouldn't have it any other way."

They stayed like that for a few seconds, only inches apart, and staring into one another's eyes. Calara finally skipped backwards, lithe and nimble on her feet, then squared off against him once more. She waited while he closed his eyes, slowing his breathing and calming himself, until he'd shed all his distractions and slipped into a zenlike state as well.

They didn't need to say anything to signify the start of the bout. They'd spent countless hours fighting each other over the last few months, and they could read each other like a book. Calara moved first, stepping forward, then launching a bold spinning roundhouse kick at his head with her right leg. Narrowly ducking, he attempted to sweep her left leg, but she used the momentum from her sailing leg to carry her over into a flip, so his attack swept underneath her harmlessly.

Calara pivoted as she landed, aiming a kick with her right at his chest, and he narrowly caught her foot, inches from caving in his ribs. He only had his hands on her calf and foot for a split second before she twisted out of his grasp, and rolled backwards, barely avoiding his counter punch to her chest. She moved out of range, and he drew back defensively, so as not to overextend himself.

"Very nice," he said approvingly.

She grinned at him, her eyes flashing as she said, "Thank you." She raised her right hand, beckoning him towards her with two fingers, as she taunted him, "It's your turn now. What've you got?"

John was perfectly balanced on his feet, the endless hours of footwork as he gained mastery over the sword having further refined his skill with martial arts. He leapt forward, his arms moving in a series of flowing strikes as he launched a devastating flurry of blows towards her. Where he had the advantages in strength and reach, she was quicker and more nimble, and she used that to good effect to deftly dodge or deflect his attacks.

To a casual observer it looked like they were dancing as they moved across the mats, performing a deadly waltz, and taking it in turns to lead with a fist, foot or knee. They both knew John had the edge in this fight, with his years of experience paying dividends. However Calara was a ferocious foe, making him use everything he had to best her. He finally managed to trick her with a feint before scooping her up in his arms, and bringing them both crashing to the mat.

They'd been fighting flat-out without pause for an hour, and they were both breathing heavily and covered in a sheen of perspiration as they lay there, Calara pinned underneath him. "You were magnificent," he panted, his voice full of admiration as he stared into her eyes, their faces inches apart.

The Latina's chest was heaving, but not because she was out of breath. Her dark-brown eyes were smoky with lust, and she purred, "Are you going to claim your prize?"

He sat up abruptly, releasing her as his hands moved to tear off his top. She sat up as well, stripping off her clothes as she stared at him, licking her lips in an unconscious gesture. It took them moments to strip naked, and she lay back supine, arms above her head so that he could restrain her again. He moved over to join her, kneeling between her splayed, muscular thighs.

"Magnificent..." he murmured, as he gazed at her breathtaking olive-toned body, which was glistening under the lights.

He looked up at the glaring lighting, and called out, "Lights low." The voice activated dimmer went to work immediately, drastically lowering the bright lights, and then illuminating the pool with soft underlit lighting. Calara looked absolutely enchanting like this, and he leaned forward to trace the fingers of both hands down her body. He started at her collarbone, feeling the smooth skin slide under his fingertips as he brought them down over her firm breasts. They filled both his palms with pert flesh that sat up proudly from her chest, and he massaged her, enjoying watching her arch her back as she responded to his touch.

He used the smooth edge of his nails to trace across her skin, the change in texture causing goosebumps to appear in their wake. Those fingers teased her, moving around the areola of her nipples, and making them grow erect as they reacted to his caresses.

"No more foreplay!" she panted, "I've never been more turned on!"

He ignored her though, tracing his fingers down over her ribcage until he reached the neat oval of her abdomen. She had a beautifully defined six pack, lean enough to just make out the muscles, but still feminine enough to smooth out the edges and make her body look wonderfully sleek. He massaged her toned stomach with both hands, encircling her waist, and rubbing his thumbs over her belly.

She stopped writhing underneath him, and just held her breath as she stared into his eyes. They both knew what his possessive touch signified, and he could see an extra level of excitement in her eyes as she gazed at him, both of them thinking the same thing. Using his firm grasp around her waist, he lifted her effortlessly into the air, then brought her astride his thighs, where he knelt on the mat.

Pressing her breasts against his muscular chest, she moaned with arousal, and suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him. He held her rigidly in place, with his firm grip around her waist, and she began to whimper with need. She could feel the heat from his shaft where it was sandwiched between them, and she ground against him savouring the hardness pressing into her svelte stomach.

"Are you ready?" he teased her as he stared into her hooded eyes.

"Please..." she gasped, desperately trying to move over his throbbing cock.

Having mercy on her, and eager to slake his own lust, he lifted her off his lap, positioning her directly over his pulsating crown. She pulled his face into her cleavage, running her fingers through his hair as he slid between those glorious sweat soaked mounds of ripe young flesh. Once he was confident she was correctly aligned above him, he pushed her down, relentlessly impaling her on his cock.

"Oh, God," she whimpered as her body yielded for him, stretching to accommodate him inside her.

Her flesh was supple and used to taking him now, and although there was no pain, she groaned at the feeling of being steadily stuffed full. He reached the end of her pussy, with plenty of his length still to go, but he paused for a moment to let her get used to the big invader inside her. They were nearly face to face again, and she leaned in to kiss him tenderly.

"You haven't taken my ass since you got promoted," she noted with an inviting smile.

John released his iron grip around her waist, moved his hands down to her bottom, and grasped those taut cheeks. Calara didn't say anything, but he could feel her breathing quickening as he manhandled her, her full breasts rubbing against his chest.

He smiled, and said confidently, "I fully intend to, but not today." He looked at her knowingly, and continued, "I love dominating you like that, and I know you love it too, but that's not what you really need right now, is it?"

She was about to disagree, but she bit her lower lip, and shook her head slightly.

"Tell me, what do you need?" he asked her, as he wrapped his arms around her protectively.

Calara looked a bit self-conscious, and whispered softly, "Just to feel close to you."

He pulled her close and murmured into her ear, "That's ok, I'm here for you."

She clung to him fiercely, shifting her weight and moving her legs so that they were wrapped tightly around his back. He held her like that, whispering quiet, reassuring words to her as he held her close. It was almost as though he could feel the tension sliding off her as he alternated between gentle kisses, and loving, reassuring words. As she relaxed, she took him further inside her, sinking down his shaft as the head of his cock entered her womb. Eventually she reached the bottom, and she shivered with the thrill of knowing she had taken all he had to offer.

"That feels so much better," she told him while sighing with relief.

He stroked her back, and said, "Let's make you cum a few times, does that sound good?"

She sought out his lips with her own, kissing him passionately, and moaning with desire. John placed his hands on her hips, then used his enhanced strength to easily lift her up until only the head of his cock was still inside her. She groaned when he pushed her all the way down again, stuffing her full once more. He loved hearing her feminine little gasps as he stroked her up and down his massive shaft, and with her pussy stretched tight, her clit brushed against him when she hit the bottom.

Holding her there, he rubbed her against him, and he could hear the effect it was having on her by the way her breathing grew increasingly laboured. The Latina was already turned on after all the extend sparring foreplay, and she came explosively as he manipulated her body. John kept up the insistent pressure on her clit as she trembled and quivered in his lap, holding her tight in his arms. Eventually she sagged against him, and let out a disbelieving laugh.

"You're always coming up with something new, I don't know how you do it," she sighed, looking up at him with a satisfied smile on her face.

The door swished open, catching their attention, and a nude Alyssa darted into the gym, her face flushed with excitement. She rushed over to join them with Jade in tow, who was just as spectacularly naked.

"I had to come down and see you," Alyssa said with eager excitement. "Hearing you two going at it was getting me too horny."

She knelt down behind Calara, wrapping her arms around her, and pressing her breasts against her back. The brunette was relaxed and happy now, and she tilted her head back and to the side, so she could give Alyssa a sensuous kiss. Jade knelt at their side, and John could see her face was glistening wetly in the light.

The Nymph smiled when she caught his gaze, and said, "I offered to help her alleviate the tension."

Alyssa came up for air from her kiss with Calara, and laughed as she said, "A wonderful job she did too!" She hugged the Latina exuberantly, but she frowned as she added, "I hate to rush you guys, but Rachel's nearly ready for us."

John nodded, and carefully lifted Calara off him. She let out a quiet moan of protest when he eased out of her, but she sighed with delight a moment later when he turned her around so she was facing Alyssa, and pushed his entire length back inside her ripe young flesh in one long unending thrust. He bounced her in his lap, while Alyssa swooped in to kiss the brunette, mashing her breasts against her lovers. Jade slipped a surreptitious hand between them, and then began to gently stroke Calara's clit in time with the thrusts.

Alyssa tilted her head while kissing Calara, looking over her shoulder at John, and making eye contact with him. Those bright blue eyes sparkled with arousal, and she said to him telepathically, *I love seeing her cum when you fuck her.*

*Yeah, me too,* he agreed, holding onto the Latina's hips and thrusting rhythmically into her gorgeous body.

He could feel Calara trembling with excitement as he drove into her, and with all the stimulation it didn't take long for her to explode into another intense climax. She clung to Alyssa as she rode out the waves of pleasure, and her pussy gripped his cock tightly, squeezing him and coaxing him to join her.

Staring into Alyssa's eyes he thought to her urgently, *I'm nearly there!*

*Yes!* she hissed as she held Calara in her arms. *Fill her full of cum!*

He gave one last powerful thrust, lifting the girl on his lap as he rammed into her, and his cock jerked as he began to unload. He cried out in ecstasy as he came, his quad convulsing as his four balls pumped their cargo into her eager womb. Her belly expanded outwards to take all he could give her, and he collapsed against her toned back, wrapping his arms around the spent teenager.