Three Square Meals Ch. 074

Edraele whimpered with lust, and she said in a breathy, reverent murmur, "I live to serve you, Master."

"You're both very good girls," he said approvingly, sharing smiles with each of them when they caught his eye. He squeezed their taut bottoms, and added, "Now, I want you to kneel and get my cock nice and wet. I'm going to be fucking you both, and I want to slide straight inside you."

They sank down obediently, planting loving kisses on his torso as they knelt before him. Both of them could see how much his cock was throbbing with need, and didn't waste any time pressing their soft lips to his shaft. Despite not having telepathy to rely on to judge his mood, they were doing a very admirable job of attending to him. He placed a hand on their heads, then guided them up and down his length, keeping them level as their tongues lapped away at him.

It was a thrill to be so domineering with them both, and while he would have stopped this game if either of them had been uncomfortable with it, the aroma of feminine arousal reassured him that was definitely not the case. Alyssa was practically panting with lust as she eagerly got him well-lubricated with saliva, and he could see how hard her nipples had got as she brushed her chest against Edraele's.

Satisfied that they'd prepared him, he held out a hand to each of them, and helped them to their feet. "On the bed on your back, Alyssa. Edraele, mount her please, tummy-to-tummy," he told them, in a voice that brooked no insubordination.

They moved to obey, with the Terran girl lying on her back, spreading her thighs and drawing them up, knees bent to make a welcoming cradle for the Maliri Matriarch. She climbed on top of the teenager, and after a moment's pause to align their breasts, she sank down over her young lover. John heard the wet sounds of deep French-kisses, neither of them able to keep their hands off each other, now that they were lying that intimately together.

Climbing on the bed, he moved behind them, and smiled when Alyssa grasped hold of Edraele's firm cheeks and eased them apart, giving him a magnificent view of her dark blue centres of pleasure. Edraele gasped at the contact, which turned into an excited hiss as Alyssa stretched her cheeks, exposing her to him.

She arched her back, breaking their kiss for a moment, before tossing her flowing hair out of the way and looking at him over her shoulder. "No one's ever taken me there, but it's yours, whenever you want it," she said earnestly.

John's cock lurched at the thrilling prospect, and he had to struggle to restrain himself from mounting her there and then. Instead, he nuzzled his cock against her sopping pussy, and said, "That's a beautiful offer, and it's one I fully intend to take advantage of." He stuffed her full of his cock, in one long, unrelenting motion, and declared, "Not today, though."

Edraele let out a long wail as he drove into her, sheathing himself fully in one womb-penetrating thrust. Alyssa waited no time in assisting, suckling on one dark-blue nipple while pinching the other, her second hand finding and stroking Edraele's clit. Under such tremendous sensory assault, the Maliri Matriarch came explosively, clamping down hard on his cock as her body convulsed in ecstasy.

He fucked her hard, not giving her a moment's respite as he ploughed her through two more orgasms. With no warning, he pulled out of her soaked pussy, eliciting a mournful sob from the reeling azure beauty, before aligning himself with Alyssa. Edraele had made him slick and wet, and he was able to thrust deep into Alyssa's glistening pussy, forcing her internal walls wide apart to accommodate his girth.

"Holy fuck!" she grunted, as he plunged into her.

John drove all the way into her yielding body, only stopping when his quad was resting on her ass, and her tightly-stretched lower lips were kissing the base of his cock. He paused to admire the view, enjoying the feel of Alyssa's trembling body as she held him in a snug grip.

"Stop fucking around and give it to me!" she demanded, her desperate need overriding her submissiveness.

"Kiss!" he commanded, slapping Edraele's firm rump as he began pounding Alyssa.

Edraele responded at once, and began to lovingly kiss the panting blonde, her darting tongue muffling Alyssa's string of profanities. Her searching fingers found Alyssa's pert nipples and tweaked them hard, just as John rammed all the way inside her. Alyssa arched her back as she came, bright blue eyes rolling back with the intensity of her orgasm. He rode her through it, and working as a team, they drew another shrieking climax from the Terran girl, before he pulled out his cock, and drove it back into Edraele.

In the end, the girls just clung to each other, whimpering with pleasure as he took it in turns, power-fucking them both. He held out for an hour, but the heady rush of dominating them physically like this was intoxicating. Shoving all the way into Alyssa, he cried out with exquisite relief as he began to cum, filling her womb with blasts of his rich spunk.

When her abdomen started to round out nicely, lifting Edraele, the Maliri gasped, "I can feel your tummy filling up!"

Before she could say anything else, John pulled out of Alyssa, leaving her a moaning, sodden mess, and shoved into Edraele. He grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her back to him, and said, "Your turn now, gorgeous!"

She cried out as she felt him shooting his first spurt inside her, quickly followed by many more. Her womb soon reached its normal capacity, then began to stretch, forced to expand to house all his sperm.

"You're going to look so beautiful when you're pregnant," Alyssa purred, rubbing her hands over Edraele's swelling tummy that was resting on her own.

The Maliri was too insensate to respond, but her body knew what she needed, and gripped John lovingly as she tried to milk him of every drop. Finally, he was done, and he pulled out carefully, then flopped onto the bed, too exhausted to even speak. When he regained his senses, Alyssa and Edraele were flanking him, planting soft kisses on his chest.

"You were absolutely magnificent," Alyssa whispered, kissing him on the throat as he panted for breath.

Edraele nodded, and said breathily, "You were so dominant, taking exactly what you wanted from us." She gazed at him lovingly, and added, "I've never experienced anything so incredible."

A proud smile flickered over John's face when he looked down to see the two swooning women, the tender looks they were giving him leaving him in little doubt that he'd done a great job. He pulled them closer, and his smile grew wider as he felt their swollen bellies pressed against him, each carrying a hefty load of cum in their wombs.

"You two aren't done yet," he said with a teasing grin, dropping the mental barrier to allow them back into his mind.

His two Matriarchs shuddered with relief to be let back inside his subconscious, then shared a flirtatious glance as they listened to what he wanted them to do next. They peeled away from him, momentarily making him regret his instructions, but when Edraele lay back on the bed and Alyssa straddled her in a sixty-nine, he smiled with satisfaction. They lapped away at one another, sucking out and swallowing the load he'd split between them, filling the room with the thrilling sounds of their debauchery.

When they had both finished, Alyssa lay back on the bed next to Edraele, and rolled on her side to look at her as she said, "You know what I'm going to try to do now, right?"

Edraele nodded, and said honestly, "I'll cooperate as willingly as I can."

Alyssa snuggled in closer, and they intertwined their limber legs as they pressed up against each other. John moved over to flank Edraele, and he wrapped her in his arms, just as Alyssa cuddled her too.

"Just relax, and open your mind to me," Alyssa whispered, framing the beautiful woman's face in her hands, and leaning in to give the Maliri a gentle kiss. "You're one of John's girls, and it's my job to take care of you."

John could feel Edraele relaxing in his arms, and he kissed her shoulder as he murmured, "That's a good girl, you're doing so well."

Alyssa had no idea if this was going to work or not, without them sharing an empathic bond first, but she tried to follow the same process as before, reaching out with her mind to Edraele. Edraele was a strong psychic in her own right, and her consciousness seemed to shine like a beacon to Alyssa, guiding her closer.

Edraele followed their instructions as best as she could, relaxing herself, and feeling a tingle in her mind, as she did her best to drop all barriers between her and Alyssa. She waited patiently for several moments, and when nothing happened initially, she assumed it hadn't worked. That was until she felt a colossal presence brush against her mind, but this one felt altogether different to John's. Alyssa's mind felt warmer and gentler than John's distinctly alien, albeit benign, consciousness.

She felt herself being swathed in a comforting blanket of emotions, full of love and protectiveness, and her eyes widened at the wonderful sensation. The overwhelming sense of selfless maternal care triggered a very distant memory, of an event that had occurred nearly a century-and-a-half ago. Her own mother had been kind once, before the tumour growing in her brain had twisted her into a sadistic and cruel monster.

Edraele had been a little girl of no more than six, when she'd been playing in one of the parks on Valaden, and had run to her mother to draw her attention to a particularly colourful bird. Tripping on the path, she'd scuffed her knees, and her mother had rushed over to her and pulled her into her arms. Brushing away her tears, she'd told Edraele that everything was going to be okay. Edraele felt like that little girl all over again, being wrapped in her mother's loving embrace, and she felt herself tear up at the overwhelmingly comforting feeling.

*It's been so lonely for you, being a Matriarch all this time,* Alyssa's sympathetic voice murmured, as it swept through her mind, experiencing all her fears and doubts. *No one to share your worries with, and bowed down with the heavy burden of responsibility. I'm here for you now, though, and you'll never be alone again.*

Edraele let out a quiet sob of relief, and her eyes flared with a blazing inner light, which lit up the room in glorious purple arcs. Likewise Alyssa's eyes were shining like two radiant beacons, pure white light adding to the incandescence from Edraele. Both women seemed unaffected by the intensity of that illumination, and they stared into each other's eyes, quite entranced. The two Matriarchs lost themselves in that connection, enmeshing their minds, and forging an unbreakable bond between them.

John pulled up the duvet to cover them both, then spooned behind Edraele, reaching over her to hold both his Matriarchs in his arms. It had been a long, intense day, and he soon fell asleep, grateful for a chance to rest his mind from worries about ruling the Maliri, his ship being sliced into pieces, and an errant twin sister who refused to listen to reason...

***

Tashana walked briskly along the corridor to the docks, trying not to look out of place despite her nerves being on edge. She had calculated that now was her best chance to escape, with Edraele distracted by John's return, and before he'd enslaved too many of the Maliri. It was one in the morning, and although there were still a few people walking around the station on late-night errands, the foot traffic had been drastically reduced. She managed to make it all the way to the docking bays without being accosted by anyone, and crept closer to the bay that had been the focus of attention by so many thralls.

Peeking into the huge drydock, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the Progenitor's glossy-white cruiser broken into pieces. Tashana allowed herself a grin of relief, now that she knew he wouldn't be able to pursue her. There were still some Maliri working in there, but they were dark-haired women, and she couldn't spot any thralls. When she was fairly sure no one was paying attention, she crossed the doorway, and hurried along the corridor to the adjacent docking bay.

There were two guards by the door, and she ducked out of sight behind a comms terminal before she could be seen. Pulling off her cowl and mask, she grimaced briefly at feeling so exposed, then lurched out into the corridor and staggered towards the guards.

"Help me..." she gasped in her gravelly voice, as she stumbled towards them.

Both guards turned to stare at her at the same time, and she could see the looks of horror and revulsion cross their faces when they saw her ruined features. They exchanged a worried glance, then rushed forward to aid her, the lead one asking, "By the gods! What happened to your face?!"

"It was ruined for one fucking credit," Tashana snarled bitterly, straightening and lashing out with a powerful and crippling strike to the throat of the closest guard.

The guard collapsed as though pole-axed, and the other desperately raised her rifle as Tashana darted forwards. Slapping the weapon away, she shoved the shocked guardswoman backwards, only for the stricken Maliri to lose her footing and crash to the floor. Tashana leapt on her chest as she fell, and wrapped her hands around the guard's throat. She squeezed as the guard thrashed, cutting off the blood supply, and forcing the prone woman to black-out. As soon as the second guard went limp, she rose to her feet, then quickly looked both ways down the corridor to make sure the scuffle hadn't been heard.

No one seemed to have been alerted to the sounds of the fight, so she pressed the button to open the docking bay doors, the crystal portal rising silently before her. Tashana quickly dragged the guards inside the room and out of sight, then retrieved sets of binders from their belts and left them cuffed, gagged, and propped-up against the wall, before returning to pick up their dropped rifles. Pausing for a moment she looked at them with regret, but a couple of injured guards was a small price to pay, if she were to avert the enslavement of her entire species. She slung one over her shoulder, and carried the second in her arms as she jogged towards the elegant vessel parked in the centre of the bay.

Edraele's private shuttle was a sleek two-hundred-metre long ship, equipped with the best of House Valaden's technology, making it amongst the fastest vessels in her fleet. Tashana ran up to the airlock on the port side of the ship, and her heart was pounding in her chest as she approached the sealed crystal door. She waved her hand in front of the genetic identification scanner, and sensors inside the vessel performed a check on her as she stood before it.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she waited with bated breath, but after what was actually only a couple of seconds delay, the crystal door rotated upwards, admitting her to the vessel. Her DNA was identical to her sister's, and of course, her mother's favourite was still allowed access to the private shuttle. Allowing herself a grin of triumph, Tashana stepped inside the plush luxury of the vessel, and headed straight for the lift as the door closed behind her.

It was a short journey up to the Bridge, and she stepped out, then headed directly towards the Pilot's seat, propping the rifles against the console. Although she'd never personally flown her mother's shuttle before, its controls were not dissimilar from other Maliri vessels she had flown. It was a simple process to power up the ship's systems and engage the engines, preparing the nimble vessel for take-off.

That just left one last hurdle - Genthalas' flight controllers - but she was willing to bet that no one on the station would dare question Edraele Valaden's private shuttle, let alone try and prevent her leaving. Using retro-thrusters, she reversed the beautiful golden ship out of the docking bay, then rotated around and headed straight for the Nav beacon at the edge of the star system. She brought up the system map, and her angular eyes darted from one military vessel to another, expecting them all to turn and pursue her at any moment.

Tashana was so focused on the Maliri ships, that it came as a surprise when she reached the outer edge of the system. The console sounded a melodic chime, almost making her jump out of her skin, and she sighed with relief when she saw a flashing green light on the Nav computer, alerting her that she was clear of any gravity wells. She swiftly plotted her meticulously-planned course, being careful to avoid any points on the House Valaden border that would be well-defended with picket ships. Activating the FTL drive, the shuttle took less than five seconds to surge into hyper-warp, leaving the Epsilon Aquarii system behind her.

Letting out a disbelieving laugh, she relaxed in the Pilot's Chair, astonished that she'd been able to make her escape. Now there was just one last thing to attend to, and she left the Command Deck as she headed for her mother's private quarters. The layout of the audience rooms hadn't changed in thirteen years, and she strolled through them as she walked purposefully to the bedroom at the rear of the suite. There was a bathroom adjoining the bedroom there, and she flinched when she caught sight of her horrific reflection in the mirrors. Turning away, she damped down a small towel with cold water, before walking back into the main room and sitting on the bed.

Tashana took a deep breath, then channelled all her hate and rage, submerging herself within the roiling column of fire that burned inside her. It flared with excitement, and embraced her as if she were an old lover, her mind filling with delightful images of flames and burning. The fingers on her left hand were enveloped in a fiery nimbus, and she looked at the dancing orange lights with fascination, watching as the flickering flames swirled around her fingertips.

It was thrilling to channel that inner fire once more, but she remembered she had a specific purpose in mind, and extinguished all the flames, except for one burning ifrit swathing her index finger. She brought her burning fingertip to her neck an inch above her collarbone, and cried out in agony as the smell of burning flesh assaulted what was left of her nose. Yanking her hand away the instant she felt a sharp jolt in her neck, she doused the last of the flames, and slumped backwards on the bed. Fumbling for the damp cloth, she pressed it to her neck to chill the searing pain of the burn, although it was trivial compared to the excruciating torments she'd endured over the years.

Now that the insidious tracking device had been fried, she was finally free, and could start rallying her people to oppose the existential threat to the Maliri. The Progenitor already had House Valaden in his clutches, and Loraleth, Aeberos, Naestina, and Ghilwen were about to fall, if they hadn't done so already.

"You haven't conquered the Maliri yet, John Blake..." she muttered, before lurching upright, and stalking from the room.

***

John awoke the next morning, to find himself in an unfamiliar bed. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and he smiled as he remembered the fun he'd had with Alyssa and Edraele the previous night. His stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him it was about time he had breakfast, and he leaned up to look at his blonde Matriarchs. At some-time in the night they'd finished their bond, and their eyes were closed as they slumbered peacefully entwined together. The rhythmic rise and fall of their busty chests was quite hypnotising, but they were obviously still tired, so he let them sleep.

He was careful to remove his left arm from under Edraele without jostling her, and winced at the pins and needles in his arm after having a delectable Maliri Matriarch sleeping on it all night. There was a second door in the bedroom that led to an ensuite bathroom, so he walked in and eyed the Maliri shower suspiciously. He started to ask Alyssa if power was back on in the Invictus, but remembered at the last moment that she was still out for the count. It was odd not having her there to act as his communications nexus with the girls, as she normally awoke within seconds of him every morning. He poked his head through the door again just to check she was okay, and his sensitive ears picked up her smooth and regular breathing.