Three Square Meals Ch. 091

Alyssa's left hand was busy between her own legs and she mewled with delight as she saw John cum making Niskera his own. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, the blonde relished his pleasure over their connection, drowning herself in those waves of ecstasy. Niskera was insensate now, dazed by the Progenitor cum filling her expanding tummy. Alyssa withdrew her slippery fingers from the Trankaran's pussy and carefully cupped her grey throat, feeling the steady throb as John pumped his load into her. That set Alyssa off again and she slumped against Niskera's back with a moan, a giddy smile on her face.

As all great climaxes must, John's orgasm finally ended and he collapsed back on the bed, his quad feeling pleasantly numb. Niskera eased back, his spent cock sliding from her throat and mouth as she sat up. In the same way that the other girls had done, her hands went to her cum-packed abdomen, gently caressing the curves with a dreamy smile on her face.

Alyssa hugged her from behind, a sparkling grin lighting up her beautiful face. "I can feel her in my mind," she said happily. "She's just an empathic presence for the moment, like Tashana!"

John leaned up on both elbows and made eye contact with the overjoyed blonde. "You look very pleased with yourself," he said wryly. "But I can't decide if I should hug you or spank you."

"Either works for me," Alyssa said with an impish grin. She leaned closer to Niskera's ear and whispered, "Let's get you comfortable on the bed. Could you stand please?"

The dazed Trankaran did as she asked, then slowly climbed onto the bed with Alyssa's assistance, her swollen tummy leading the way. John moved aside to give her room, then between him and Alyssa, they got Niskera settled in the middle of the bed. The big woman lay on her side, curled up around her rounded belly, her eyes closing as she fell asleep. Alyssa snuggled in behind her, then placed a tender kiss on Niskera's granite-grey shoulder.

John rolled onto his side and gazed into the teenager's eyes, while joining her in caressing the slumbering Trankaran. "You knew my feelings about Niskera becoming another Glowing Queen. Why did you quite deliberately ignore them?" he asked, knowing that Alyssa had this transformation in mind right from the start.

Alyssa's smug smile faded and she had the good grace to look genuinely contrite this time. "I really am sorry," she said, maintaining eye contact with him, even though she wanted to look away. She hesitated for a second, then corrected herself. "I do feel awful about pushing you into this, but I don't regret the end result. Niskera said it herself; she'll be able to quickly unite her people and save the Trankarans from the Kirrix. Once that threat is dealt with, they'll be able to stand with us against the Progenitor."

John nodded, his voice quiet as he replied, "All good, logical arguments, and ones I can't disagree with. From both Niskera's and my own point of view, we got exactly what we needed from this. But that isn't the point... Me letting you take charge when we're having fun with the girls is one thing, but I don't appreciate being manipulated and ignored like that. I was cautious for good reason: Niskera's life is going to be profoundly different now... she'll never be a normal Trankaran woman again."

He glanced down at the sleeping rock-woman between them. "The Trankarans will probably revere her as some kind of divine prophetess when she changes. How's she ever going to have a normal relationship with a Trankaran male after that? Niskera settling down with me instead isn't much of an alternative for her; I think Niskera is a remarkable woman, but I'd be lying if I said I found her physically attractive. Besides, I've already got my hands full with you girls and the Maliri. Then there's the big question of what happens if I keep feeding her cum..."

Alyssa's blue eyes widened and she looked down at Niskera with regret. "I'm so sorry... I never picked up your thoughts on any of that..."

"They were just idle, fleeting concerns, probably while you were asleep. I didn't dwell on them, because I had no intention of getting into this situation with her," he said quietly. Studying Niskera's broad physique, he continued, "All of you Terran girls slowly changed to match the standard template. You got taller and filled out until you had the same athletic body-shape as the Maliri. Does that mean the reverse will happen with Niskera? Will she get smaller and slimmer, growing long hair so that she looks like the rest of you? I'll certainly find her much more attractive if that happens, but I doubt the Trankarans will... Have we just denied her a future with a Trankaran partner?"

He couldn't help noticing the blissful smile on the sleeping woman's face. "I've no doubt that Niskera got exactly what she wanted. She had absolutely no regrets there... I could tell. But she's extremely selfless and dangling a carrot that tempting in front of her eyes wasn't very fair, not when she's so desperate to help the Trankarans."

Alyssa bit her lip, her face filled with anguish. "I just thought you were worrying for no reason! All the agonising about the girls making a free choice is very endearing, but it gets a bit... frustrating sometimes, especially when I know how wonderful it is getting close to you. Turning Niskera into another Glowing Queen just seemed like the perfect solution for everyone..."

"Come here," John said, opening his arms in invitation.

Carefully clambering over Niskera, Alyssa fell into his arms and clung to him fiercely. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled into his chest, her voice thick with emotion.

John wrapped her up in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "You're a very intelligent, extremely capable young woman," he said affectionately. "But I'm not being cautious about recruiting girls just to irritate you, I promise."

She hiccupped as she laughed, hugging him tighter. "I'm sorry I got carried away, and I'm really sorry for the way I handled this."

Stroking her back soothingly, he said, "I love how independent and strong-willed you've become. You're not an obedient slave, you're my equal now, which is what I always wanted. But if you do feel really strongly about something important, just discuss it with me first, okay? You know how much I respect your opinion and I promise I'll listen to you with an open mind."

"Most of the time I forget about the age gap between us," Alyssa said softly, lifting her head to look into his eyes. "But you're a lot wiser about this kind of stuff and put much more thought into it than I do. I promise I'll talk to you if I disagree about something, rather than just doing what I think is best."

"Good girl," he said, gently lifting her chin so he could give her a tender kiss.

She had a wistful smile on her face as she whispered, "I still like the sound of being your obedient slave though..."

"In the bedroom, I'd expect nothing less," he said with a wicked grin.

Alyssa laughed with relief, then gave him a smouldering look. "I know you only just came a few minutes ago, but do you think you can get hard again? I'd like to have a nap, but I want to feel you inside me as I drift off..."

John took a firm grip on her pliant young body and effortlessly positioned her above him. "That won't be a problem," he replied, lining himself up with her glistening pussy.

She wriggled down on his shaft, letting out a low groan as he sank deeper inside her. When he'd bottomed out, she snuggled against his chest, sighing happily as he held her. "If you wake up and need to empty your balls, just go ahead... Master."

"Good little slave girl," he replied, sharing a loving, playful smile with her. "I'll keep you warm and safe. You get some sleep."

Alyssa placed a tender kiss on his cheek and in less than a minute her breathing had deepened, her chest rising and falling rhythmically against his own.

John savoured the feelings of protectiveness he felt for the beautiful blonde, while enjoying her soft, warm, spectacular body draped over him. Glancing up at the overhead camera, he made a beckoning gesture with his finger. Faye flashed into existence a moment later and she glanced at Niskera and Alyssa, then grinned at him.

"Hi, honey," John whispered to her. "Would you feel confident about being left in charge until we reach Fleet Warden Thandrun's fleet? The girls are all as exhausted as I am and desperately need some sleep."

She bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically. "Don't worry about a thing! It'll only take us three hours to reach the Delta Corvus system; me and my boys can take care of our guests!"

"Don't take no for an answer from the girls, okay? We were all tapped out after all that combat and they'll only recover with rest." He smiled at her, and added, "Progenitor's orders."

Her cute elfin face turned stern and she nodded as she snapped him a salute. "You can count on me, boss!"

John returned her salute, then stifled a huge yawn. He gave Faye an apologetic smile, then said, "If Irillith asks about Tashana, could you tell her that her sister's gone to bed already?" He frowned and added, "And I'd planned to talk to those alien diplomats, but I got a bit distracted with Tashana and Niskera. Would you mind telling them that I'll speak to them later?"

Faye fluttered over and sat beside him on the bed. "Just get some rest, you're exhausted. Everything's in good hands, I promise."

"Thanks, beautiful, I really appreciate it."

Faye watched him fondly as his eyes grew heavy and he dropped off to sleep thirty seconds later. She darted a wistful glance at Niskera, never having felt more envious of another person before, then leaned in and placing a loving kiss on his lips. John didn't feel a thing of course, her beautiful holographic form unable to touch his skin.

***

Captain Galen Skotari fidgeted in his seat in the packed conference room aboard the Heavy Carrier Medusa. His butt had started to feel as numb as his brain after spending nearly three hours listening to his commanding officer, who was droning on relentlessly in one of his tedious senior-staff meetings. These meetings had become a weekly event that Galen and the rest of the Captains were forced to endure, ever since Captain Maddox had been promoted to Commodore.

Galen's attention began to drift and he glanced out the long window flanking the room, admiring the spectacular view of the Iota-Leonis system. The bright star cast its blue-white glow over Port Medea, making the space station shine like a beacon against the blackness of space. The damage it had taken during the Battle of Leonis had been fully repaired and all the debris cleared away from the system. You would never suspect that this had been the site of a desperate battle for survival only a few months ago and that the Lion himself had actually been here to save the station...

"Captain Skotari?" Maddox prompted him sternly.

Galen cursed inwardly at letting his concentration waver as he snapped his eyes back on the Commodore. "The Antaeus is fully operational, Sir."

Maddox had taken to wearing full dress uniform since his promotion and he glowered at Captain Skotari under his peaked cap. "That's wonderful to hear," the Commodore replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But I was asking if you'd seen any suspicious activity on your last patrol..."

"Err, no Sir, the border with the Kintark was dead," Galen belatedly replied, bracing himself for Maddox's wrath.

"Well, as your heavy cruiser is in such fine shape, Captain, perhaps another patrol is in order?" Maddox asked, a dangerous undertone to his request.

Galen desperately wanted to tell Maddox where to shove his extra patrol, but he bit down on the sharp retort, knowing the shitstorm he'd be in for if he did. "Yes, Commodore," Galen replied with a grimace.

"That's all ladies and gentlemen," Maddox declared as if he were the Fleet Admiral himself. "I expect to see all your reports filed by twenty-two-hundred tonight!"

With that, Maddox turned and marched from the conference room, a collective sigh of relief going up as soon as the door shut behind him. Galen leaned back in his chair and groaned in despair. His crew were going to kill him.

"Busted!" the attractive blonde sitting next to him said with a laugh, nudging him with an elbow.

Galen sank lower in his chair and grumbled, "I can't help it! Maddox's meetings are so goddamn boring! If I knew I'd have to put up with this shit, I'd have stayed on Tactical and turned down the promotion!"

Camilla Tovaskaya shook her head, a look of genuine sympathy on her face. "Back-to-back patrols... your crew are going to be furious."

"I know..." Galen muttered, dreading breaking the news to his Executive Officer. Shore-leave on Port Medea would have to be cancelled and he could imagine how that news was going to be received.

A tall red-bearded captain strode around the table to join them, clapping Galen on the shoulder. "Thanks, buddy!" Andrew Fowler crowed in delight, a huge grin on his face. "You just got stuck with my patrol! My crew's gonna be toasting you tonight!"

"Don't even start..." Galen said, rolling his eyes.

Andrew turned to Camilla and asked with excessive politeness, "Would you do me the honour of joining me for a drink on Port Medea tonight, Captain Tovaskaya? I appear to have a new window in my schedule..."

"Why, that would be delightful! Thank you, Captain Fowler, I graciously accept," Camilla replied, sharing her friend's broad grin.

Galen rose to his feet and stretched his aching back. "You two can go fuck yourselves..." he grumbled.

"We'll be too busy drinking!" Andrew replied with a laugh. He turned to Camilla. "See you at seven?"

"My Chief Engineer's been making polite enquiries about you, Andy," the blonde told him with a knowing look. "Fancy entertaining two ladies this evening?"

"That smoking hot brunette?!" Captain Fowler exclaimed in delight. "CT, you're amazing!"

"Her name's Ava. We'll see you at seven," Camilla replied with a warm smile.

Andrew made a point of shaking Galen's hand as he said solemnly, "I owe you one, buddy."

Galen couldn't help chuckling as he watched his friend stride out of the conference room with an extra spring in his step. The rest of the captains in Maddox's reserve fleet had already filed out, leaving Galen alone with Camilla.

"Want some company back to the Hangar?" she asked kindly.

"Definitely," he replied, smiling at the blonde.

They left the conference room and walked through the busy Operations Deck, a dozen flight controllers coordinating the patrols of rapier fighters via glowing holographic suites. Galen shook his head as he watched all the activity. After he left the Academy, he'd been assigned as a gunner and had spent the next eight years in charge of vast capital ship weapon batteries -- he'd take command of his cruiser over this heavy carrier any day of the week.

Camilla saw his look of disapproval and smiled. "All about the big guns, right Galen?"

He glanced at the perceptive woman, then hit the button to call the elevator. "I just like getting stuck into a fight. Don't you get bored hanging back and just watching all the fighters and bombers go at it?"

She laughed and shook her head, "You make it sound like I just sit around having cups of tea and gossiping with my bridge crew. Believe me, commanding the Hesperus is no picnic!"

The doors to the elevator swished open and they both entered, with Camilla hitting the button for deck fourteen.

Having no real desire to rehash this old argument, Galen decided to change the subject. He hesitated for a moment then frowned as he admitted, "Being a Captain isn't like how I thought it would be."

"You were expecting to be able to rush around the galaxy, getting into fights and rescuing sexy alien girls?" the blonde teased him. "You're in the Terran Federation military, not some holo-show..."

"There's just so much admin and bureaucracy!" Galen exclaimed in frustration. "Then there's all these fucking meetings!"

Camilla went quiet for a moment and sighed. "That's just Maddox. The other Fleet Commanders I've served under have been far more reasonable. Hopefully he'll settle down a bit once his commodore insignia isn't quite so shiny and new." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You've only been a Captain for two weeks, Galen. You'll settle into it, don't worry."

The elevator chimed as they reached Deck Fourteen and the doors swished open a second later. There were a handful of crew waiting to use the lift and they waited patiently for Galen and Camilla to leave. He followed his friend into the corridor, then quickened his pace to fall into step beside her.

"Sorry for complaining," he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes. "I can't exactly discuss this with my crew, so I appreciate you listening."

"You're quite welcome," she replied, giving him another of her lovely smiles.

Galen was honest enough with himself to admit he had a bit of a crush on the attractive blonde. Unfortunately, she seemed to view him more like a little brother since she'd taken him under her wing, even though she was only a couple of years older than he was. He'd been planning on asking her out for a drink himself that evening, before Maddox went and fucked everything up.

They walked into the hangar, which was abuzz with shuttles ferrying the captains back to their ships. Camilla's shuttle was parked next to his own, so they strode towards them, being careful to avoid the crew moving cargo and ordnance around the hangar. With the massive hangar doors up, the sprawling vista of the Iota-Leonis system made for a spectacular view, putting the glimpse from the conference room to shame. Galen stopped for a moment to look out at all the ships in the fleet, picking out his cruiser, the Antaeus, and admiring its sleek lines and ferocious profile.

His blonde companion stood beside him and whispered under her breath, "Sometimes I still can't believe I'm Captain of the Hesperus!"

Galen turned to see that she was staring at her light carrier, the same slightly awed expression on her face that he was sure he was wearing. The Hesperus was slightly bigger than his cruiser, at just over six-hundred-metres from bow to stern. It had more engines and was also much broader in the beam, with rows of launch tubes and hangars for all the strike craft contained within. While it was an impressive-looking vessel, it had one critical flaw in Galen's opinion... no really big guns!

"It was great to see you, Camilla," he said, knowing he should be returning to the Antaeus to face his soon-to-be outraged crew. "I guess I'll catch up with you next week."

"Maybe we can go for a drink when you get back?"

Galen laughed and nodded. "I'm sure Andy will be dying to tell me how he got on with Ava."

Camilla's green eyes twinkled as she slowly shook her head. "Actually, I was thinking it would be nicer with just the two of us..."

He looked at her in surprise, then grinned. "I'd love to! It's a date!"

With that she strode away towards her shuttle, glancing back at him once over her shoulder and catching Galen checking out her lithe figure. He flushed with embarrassment, as he'd just been imagining how that wonderfully pert little bum would look out of her uniform.

Even over the hubbub in the hangar, he could hear the delight in her voice as she called out, "Busted!"

***

"John, the girls have started to wake up..."

Faye's soft voice penetrated John's consciousness and he slowly opened his eyes, to find her beautiful purple face watching over him. Alyssa was still lying across his chest looking breathtakingly beautiful, her face peaceful and serene in her sleep. He wasn't inside her any longer, but his hands were resting lightly on her waist, the feel of her soft smooth skin stirring up thoughts of taking her up on her earlier offer.