Three Square Meals Ch. 068

Still, now wasn't the time to get despondent, not when a chance to be reunited with her Master was so close. In her last fleeting communication with him, he'd promised her a place at his side once her task was complete, and an opportunity to crush the bulk of the Terran fleet was so tantalisingly close. Gabrielle longed to speak to him again, to confirm that everything was proceeding according to plan, but she had to wait for him to contact her, and had no way of reaching out to him in return.

Pressing a button on the console built into her desk, the local Sector Map was projected in front of her, showing the dozens of stars that formed the broad stretch of territory known as the Dragon March. She had chosen the Regulus system for her ambush of the retreating Terran ships, feeling absolutely certain that Fleet Admiral Buckingham would be returning to Terran Space on the most direct route possible. Alpha Leonis lay directly along that path, and she'd primed the system in readiness to spring her trap.

The one truly unfortunate disruption to her plans, was the forced defection of Admiral Leonard Norwood and his Battlegroup of ships. If he had still been in place, the devastating blow of his forces defecting mid-battle would have guaranteed them victory. Gabrielle had done a thorough job of corrupting the obnoxious man, and while seducing him hadn't been entirely repellent, her tastes now ran to younger, more virile men. Her Master had ordered her to push Norwood along this defection route, although for the life of her, she hadn't been able to figure out precisely why. She knew better than to question her enigmatic Lord however, even over his extremely specific orders that a man named John Blake was not to be harmed in any way.

She hadn't paid this obscure order any real attention, until Admiral Lynette Devereux had started crowing about milking a John Blake for maximum PR value, after his shocking intervention in the Iota-Leonis system. Gabrielle had been fuming about the disruption of her plans to cripple Port Medea, which had taken weeks of careful planning with Norwood to arrange, but hearing that it was John Blake responsible had been like having a cold bucket of water dumped over her head. She'd watched the video footage of Devereux's award ceremony, her curiosity piqued, and she was astonished to note the similarities in appearance between John Blake and her Master.

With their pointed ears the two men were obviously of the same species, but what that was exactly, she had no idea. Her eyes had been riveted to the screen as she watched the TFNN interview with the "The Lion of the Federation", but it hadn't just been John she'd been fascinated to see. His crew of four "jailbait cheerleaders" as Leonard Norwood had described them, looked very familiar indeed, sharing the identical spectacular athletic figure she now enjoyed. Not only that, seeing them lined up together strongly reminded her of her Master's crew of alien girls, and she realised in a sudden moment of epiphany, she must be staring at none other than her Master's rival.

When John Blake had appeared in the Dragon March a few days ago, she'd had to think quickly to try and avert his suspicions. She knew that one look at her would give the game away in an instant, so she'd exploited some battle damage to her ship, to concoct a story about damage to her video comms. Fortunately he'd bought her story, which meant that she'd been able to send him away on a mission that would lead to a hefty body count for the Kintark. She'd been particularly proud of that one, making her Master's enemy dance like a puppet as she pulled his strings. However his refusal to massacre the Kintark invasion troops had been puzzling and frustrating, thwarting her plan to further escalate tensions with a merciless bloodbath.

It seemed John Blake was just as unpredictable as her Master, and she was still amazed that he'd been able to avert the Nexus catastrophe. That was another of her plans that she'd put into motion months ago, subverting the Artificial Intelligence project for her own ends, as she followed her Master's meticulous instructions. Her natural reaction to that bit of news would have been fury at the wasted effort, but the fact that it was John Blake picking apart her Master's plans yet again, left her more than a little alarmed.

Her Master had contacted her only a few hours after John Blake had departed for Kintark Space, and she'd dutifully reported the news about the Nexus disaster. She'd expected anger or at least irritation, but he just seemed... curious... about the whole affair. His unperturbed reaction was even more unsettling than the raging outburst that she'd been bracing herself for, and it disquieted her to realise she didn't know the man she'd dedicated her life to quite as well as she had originally thought.

She stared out of the window of her dreadnought, the "Thor's Hammer", and watched the stars drift by as they made their steady progress towards the Regulus system. They'd be arriving at Alpha Leonis in a couple of hours, Just as her Master had commanded, which would give her more than enough time to finalise preparations. Still, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear at the thought that the wild card, John Blake, was out there somewhere, seemingly intent on ruining all her carefully laid plans.

***

"Good morning, John," a female voice whispered to him softly.

His eyes slowly drifted open, and he was vaguely aware of a pair of distinctly kissable lips above his, and a pair of big eyes gazing down at him. Sakura and Calara were still cuddled up next to him, his arms currently trapped by their welcome weight resting against him. The girl above him was quite delectable, and in his half-awake state he went with his default response, which was to kiss a lovely girl in bed with him. It therefore came as quite a shock when his lips felt no resistance at all, and he passed straight through the girl giving him his morning wake up call.

Faye stared at him in shock, letting out a squeak of surprise as John leaned in for a kiss. His head drifted through her holographic image, her amazement leaving her paralysed until it was too late. It didn't hurt of course, but she still reeled from the knowledge that he'd just tried to kiss her, the corresponding data overload almost off the charts.

For his part, John's eyes went wide as he realised who it was floating above him, and he flushed with embarrassment as he blurted, "Sorry, Faye! Looks like you caught me in a deep sleep. You know how I can't resist a beautiful girl."

His explanation did nothing to alleviate the data streams paralysing her system. In fact her bespoke programs were working at a frantic pace, archiving video feed and image playback for intensive scrutiny later. This was the first time a living creature had passed through her holographic form, so such an event would obviously need to be closely examined in slow motion, pausing at the point of contact.

Faye could hardly wait!

"Morning," Alyssa murmured, sitting up and stretching. Her luscious mouth opened in a delicate yawn before she covered it politely with her hand, and asked, "Is it time to get up already?"

This snapped Faye out of her cognitive feedback loop, and she sat up in a purple flash, and replied, "It's six-thirty, Alyssa. We'll be arriving at the border to Terran Space in twenty-nine minutes."

"Thanks, cutie pie," Alyssa said while grinning at her. She leaned over Calara, mashing her breasts against the Latina's shoulder as she planted a big kiss on John's lips. Her grin didn't fade for a moment as she teased him, *We must be neglecting you if you're turning to a hologram for kisses, no matter how adorable Faye is.*

He realised she'd started reading his thoughts the moment she awoke, and Alyssa obviously knew full-well what had just happened. Thinking that she was getting far too cheeky for her own good, he grabbed her on a whim, catching her entirely by surprise, and pulled her over Calara's coffee-coloured body into his arms. Alyssa let out a shriek of laughter as he started tickling her, and the raucous giggling soon had everyone wide awake.

"Your Progenitor Master orders you to tickle Alyssa!" he announced imperiously to the girls, as his questing fingers found intriguing new ticklish spots.

"Fuck that! I'm your Matriarch, tickle him instead!" she gasped, before doubling over with laughter again.

Under no compulsion to obey either of them, the girls sat there for a moment, grinning at each other, but unsure what to do. Then they joined in the boisterous melee, tickling fingers finding sensitive places on both John and Alyssa. The pair fought back, and accompanied by riotous laughter, the tickling went on for several minutes. Faye watched their fun from her chair, feeling a heady mix of joy and longing, before an amnesty was reached and everyone begged each other for mercy.

Alyssa took the opportunity of a lull in hostilities to dart for safety at the foot of the bed, and she gracefully vaulted off the end, while panting for breath. Giving John a wild grin, her eyes darted to Sakura as she said, "Come on girls, time for a shower. Our handsome Progenitor has important business to attend to."

With knowing smiles, the rest of the crew drifted into the bathroom after the playful blonde, blowing the couple kisses, and giving them friendly waves as they departed. Soon it was just John and Sakura left in bed, and they smiled at each other a little self-consciously. To ease the slightly awkward moment, John lay back on the bed, and opened his arms for her in invitation, one she wasted no time accepting.

"Did you sleep alright in the end?" he asked her, brushing the silky black hair from her beautiful face.

Sakura turned to look at him incredulously, memories of unspeakable horrors flooding back to her, and she shivered as she replied, "You mean after finding out that mind-numbing terrors like that actually exist? Not only that, but they can attack you in your sleep? Of course, I slept like a baby!"

Surprised by her outburst, he wasn't sure how to reply at first, and just gave her an apologetic frown as he said, "I'm sorry. You never should have been exposed to that."

After taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she paused for a moment before she continued, "I'm sorry I snapped at you. But no, I didn't sleep well. I had more awful nightmares afterwards, but I guess they made a change from the ones about Shinatobe."

He pulled her close again, and said, "I've burdened you with even more to deal with. If you want, I cou-..." He let himself trail off then, and looked at her sheepishly.

"What were you going to say?" she asked him, her expression curious.

"I was going to offer to mute the memories for you, to help deaden the fear," he replied, giving her a guilty smile. "You probably think I'm obsessed with scrubbing away parts of your mind."

Sakura smiled at him, and brushed her hand through his hair as she said, "No, I don't think that at all. I know you're just trying to help." She nodded then, making up her mind, as she added, "I'll take you up on that offer, thank you."

He returned her smile, then arched an eyebrow at her as he glanced downwards. She followed his glance, and she blushed when she realised what he was hinting at.

"It's the way my powers work," he said with a helpless shrug.

Sakura's smile was bolder now, more confidence in her than he'd seen before as she said, "It's alright, I don't mind that one bit!"

She sat up and moved between his legs, while he raised himself up, and leaned back against the headboard. The hungry gleam in her eyes had his cock thickening at the thought of being surrounded by her flushed lips, and they both shared an eager grin. Sakura leaned in, her lips pursed as she planted a kiss on his throbbing crown. Her lips parted then, spreading wide to take him, and he slid deeper into her hot mouth with a sigh of contentment.

"You look gorgeous," he complimented her, as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her enchanting face.

She gave him a smouldering look with her smoky eyes, and pulled back slightly, taking his cock from her hot little mouth with a wet slurping sound. It looked she was going to say something in reply, and by the sudden blush, he was sure it was definitely going to be something worth hearing. She engulfed him again though, and eased him down her throat, inching forward until he was fully sheathed inside her. He felt a delicious thrill as she swallowed quite deliberately, muscles rippling along his length as she massaged him.

"There's no need to be shy with me. You can do, or say, anything you like," he told her with an encouraging smile. He chuckled as he added, "You should hear the expletives that come out of Dana and Alyssa's mouths when they're turned on. Trust me, nothing you say is going to offend me."

He could see her lips turn up into a smile, difficult though it was with her lips stretched so wide around his girth. She stared into his eyes, and nodded slightly, letting him know that she'd heard him.

"Let me talk, your mouth's full anyway," he told her with an amused grin, enjoying the flare of arousal he saw in the look she shared with him. "I want you to stroke your clit while you listen, though. I'm not going to fill your belly until you cum for me first, alright?"

Sakura let out a low moan, which sent delightful vibrations along the length of his cock, and he grinned as he watched one of her hands snake underneath her. She shifted on the bed, spreading her thighs apart to make room for her nimble fingers.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?" he muttered, as she bobbed her head in his lap. "Wonderfully obedient, and eager to please."

She moaned a little louder this time, then pulled back a little so that she could work his shaft with smooth, sensuous strokes.

"God, that feels good," he sighed with delight, his fingers moving behind her head, until he was cradling her with both hands.

Her fingers started moving faster now, working in time with the quickening rhythm of her sucking mouth, and using the moisture from her sopping pussy to glide over her clit. She began to whimper with arousal, her eager fingers, John's voice, and her stuffed throat all working together to heighten her pleasure.

"You're such a beautiful girl. You look perfect kneeling for me like this," he said, staring into her frantic almond eyes.

Sakura groaned with lust, a fierce hunger burning in the look she gave him. She seemed to be naturally submissive, but her confidence was building too, and the mix was a potent aphrodisiac.

Giving her a knowing smile, he said confidently, "It's alright to be hungry for my cum, all the other girls love it too. You do, don't you?"

She nodded as best as she could, whimpering as she slid up and down his saliva-drenched cock, with only one thing on her mind. Her fingers were moving in a blur over her clit now, and her thighs shook as she teetered on the edge of release.

John was getting close now himself, and he hissed, "I can't wait to unload my balls down your throat. You looked so fucking hot yesterday, carrying a tummy-full of my sperm."

Sakura snorted through her nose and scrunched her eyes tightly closed, cumming hard as his voice tipped her over the edge into an incredible climax. He sank his cock right down her throat, and the thought that this stunning young woman craved nothing more than a full belly, was enough stimulation for him too. His shaft throbbed, while his quad flexed, sending long spurts of cum up his length and into the compliant girl waiting below him. His four balls had refilled overnight, so he had a nice healthy load to pump down her throat, and round out her waistline.

Her rapidly-filling stomach expanded outwards, parting her thighs further as she provided a welcoming home for the hefty weight of his cum. Her almond eyes flashed open, and they were unable to blink as they stared at each other. John could almost feel the symbiotic relationship that Athena described to him earlier, and he knew his abilities had begun working on her to enhance and strengthen her mind and body the moment he'd started filling her belly.

It took some time to pump four pints of cum down her throat, and when he was finally done, he let out a happy sigh while stroking her silky raven hair. "That was amazing," he said with a smile. "I hope you didn't mind what I said to you?"

Sakura let him ease out of her throat, cradling his softening length with her hand as he slipped from her lips. She ran her hand over her cum-stuffed abdomen, and gave him a sultry smile as she replied, "I loved it. It was very exciting to hear your voice, I could hear you getting more turned on."

They lay down together again, with John spooned up behind her. He ran his fingers over the taut, golden-brown skin where she carried his load, and leaned in to kiss her shoulder. "I want you to get some sleep while your body grows," he told her firmly. "You won't be bothered by nightmares, I'll keep you safe from them."

She let out a gentle sigh, looking relaxed and happy, and said, "Thank you for looking after me."

"Sleep well, beautiful," he whispered in her ear, then held her in his arms as she drifted off to sleep.

*That was lovely,* Alyssa said to him, the moment Sakura had fallen asleep. Her voice was soft and inviting as she added, *Now get your ass in here, before we turn into prunes. We all want a cuddle while we soap you down.*

He grinned as he climbed out of bed, and went to join his nubile lovers in the shower.

***

"There you go, Admiral," Lieutenant Scott said, as he handed over the steaming mug of coffee to his Commander. "Just as you like it, black with two sugars."

"Good man, thank you," Admiral Edwin Caldwell replied, before taking a tentative sip from the piping-hot drink as he relaxed in his Command Chair.

He'd been expecting trouble from the Kintark as they'd raced headlong back towards the Dragon March, and he'd grown increasingly suspicious by the total lack of opposition as they retreated. Caldwell strongly suspected the Kintark would attempt to cut off the invasion corridor, but they'd been able to withdraw into Terran territory unopposed. Now they were safely back in the Dragon March, they were on a course for Port Medea in the Iota-Leonis system, where Fleet Admiral Buckingham had ordered that they consolidate their position.

Despite Buckingham's astonishing offer of clemency, none of the traitor forces led by Admiral Lynton had accepted. Caldwell was amazed at their stubborn refusal, as the commuting of a death sentence to ten years hard labour was overwhelmingly generous given the circumstances. Treason headed the list of crimes demanding the death penalty, and in all his years of service, he'd never heard of exceptions granted for those found guilty.

He could understand why Buckingham had made that offer though, as the invasion armada had found itself in an incredibly precarious situation deep within Kintark territory. Neutralising a hostile enemy at your rear was of critical strategic importance, and Caldwell was sure that the clemency declaration would have achieved exactly that objective.

Still, that moment of vulnerability had passed, and the Kintark would be hard-pressed to mount an invasion, once the Terran forces had settled in. Caldwell knew that reserve forces were awaiting them in the Dragon March, and the Kintark would never be able to mount an assault large enough to seriously threaten the Terran Federation. With that danger in the past, Buckingham could focus on hunting down the traitor forces, and once Lynton's battle group had been mopped up, they'd be able to focus their full attention on the troublesome Kintark Empire.

Caldwell glanced at the Sector Map, and saw they were fast approaching Alpha Leonis, or at least as quickly as they could, with the slow-moving support vessels in tow. They had gathered up the logistics vessels from the Invasion Corridor, as they'd withdrawn from Kintark space, and they were now escorting an impressive fleet of munitions freighters and refuelling tankers. Caldwell felt a tremendous sense of relief to be back in Terran Space, the invasion aborted after that astonishing meeting with John Blake. He gazed off into the distance as he thought back on his dealings with the man.