Three Square Meals Ch. 098

Meanwhile, deep within the network, another uninvited presence stirred within the Brimorian Cyber-Realm, detecting a faint tremor caused by Irillith's newly-inserted code. This program was ancient, predating the Brimorian engineers who had built this network by several millennia. The six-legged, jet-black intruder drifted to the data streams and impaled one of the passing hunter-killers with a razor-sharp limb, making the Brimorian security program flicker and convulse as its code was rapidly rewritten.

Set loose once again, the hijacked program set off in the data stream, swimming innocuously in the currents just like its hapless peers. It circled around the network, homing in on the new intruder, and carefully observing Irillith as it drifted past. Once it was beyond detection range, it thrashed with furious swishes of its tail, racing around the network until it was in range once again. There it slowed, cruising at a languid pace past the Maliri hacker where it renewed its surveillance, then repeated the same cycle again.

Irillith felt a shiver run up her spine and she glanced around carefully, checking to make sure one of the security programs hadn't detected her. She was running a tap on the network's alarm subroutine, so if the Brimorians should detect her, she'd be able to bolt to safety from the Cyber-realm. That tap remained undisturbed, so she mentally shrugged and figured that she was just being paranoid.

Moving on to the fourth firewall, she started breaking through, but couldn't shake the creepy feeling of being watched. Pausing every few moments to check her tap and to watch for Brimorian detection programs, she saw nothing outwardly alarming, just the dumb hunter-killer programs drifting past. Figuring that the alien nature of this digital network was getting to her, she hurried on with her code breaking, slicing through the security net then prowling on towards the fifth.

By the time she was onto the sixth firewall, the feelings of being watched had intensified so much that she was spending more time looking for potential attackers than working on her hacking. She set up another code-breaker, letting it handle the work, while she focused on watching for threats. When she received the notification that the sixth firewall was breached, she rushed on, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

Irillith had never felt this anxious before, not even when she'd hacked into Nexus' realm. Finding the relevant tech repository, she did a cursory search and found the schematics for the shield generators used aboard the Brimorian flagship. Uploading them to a portable data store, her eyes darted left and right, while she spun around to check that nothing was sneaking up behind her. She sobbed with relief when the data store chimed that the information had been successfully uploaded, then fled from the Brimorian network with her stolen tech in tow.

The rogue hunter-killer returned to its new master once its surveillance target had left the network. It waited patiently for the six-limbed program to impale it with a data-jack and absorb all the tracking data it had recorded. As soon as that information had been archived, the ancient program deactivated the Brimorian hunter-killer then created a simple unmodified replacement. Its job done, the black program returned to a semi-dormant state, watching and waiting in case it should be triggered into action once again.

***

John slumped in the sofa and rubbed his face in his hands, feeling drained after all the worry and anxiety that morning. Trying to sort out all the Valaden women's problems had turned out to be a herculean task, and he couldn't believe he'd finally managed it... well almost, there was still that Bolon to track down. Still, that seemed like a mere formality now, especially after navigating his way through the dense jungle of issues between the three women.

"Tough day at the office, sweetheart?"

John turned in surprise when he heard Rachel's voice, then did a double take when he saw the brunette sashay gracefully into the room. She was accompanied by Alyssa and Dana, the three Terran girls all wearing similar outfits that John had only ever seen in holo-commercials; they were of the type that advertisers used when they wished to hark back to homely domestic scenes. The dresses were tight around the bust and hips, then flared out and ended just above the knee. Accessorised by tall heels and with their hair done up into elaborate hairstyles, the three of them looked absolutely stunning.

They all gave him bright wholesome smiles with no sign of sultry flirtation, the open happiness in their expressions somehow more alluring than the sexiest of lingerie. Struck dumb by these visions of loveliness, he could only watch in awe as they split up, with Dana sitting beside him to his left, Alyssa gliding around to the right, and Rachel kneeling directly behind him.

Dana had a charming twinkle in her sky-blue eyes as she said, "Welcome home, dear."

Alyssa placed a hamper on the coffee table in front of him, before taking a seat herself. "We wanted to treat our darling fiancé!"

"The three of you look incredible," John murmured, running a finger across Dana and Alyssa's tiny waists.

"They're called 'fifties' dresses," Rachel explained from behind him. "I'm so glad you liked them! I picked them out for us especially when we went shopping on Terra."

Alyssa pulled back the lid of the hamper and handed a plate with a thick-cut steak sandwich to Dana, before pulling out a chilled bottle of beer and breaking the seal. "Ready for lunch?" she asked with a naughty smile.

He laughed and nodded. "Definitely!"

She leaned in first, bringing the bottle to his lips and tilting it up slightly so he could drink at a comfortable pace. When she sensed he'd had enough, Alyssa pulled the bottle away, then drew back so that Dana could offer him the first bite of his sandwich. They each made eye contact as they did so, adorable looks of concentration on their faces as they watched him drink and eat. John recognised Calara's cooking and hummed in delight as he munched then swallowed the delicious morsel, with Alyssa nodding slightly to confirm he was correct as to the identity of the chef.

"I wasn't expecting all this!" John exclaimed, putting his arms around the blonde and redhead as they continued taking turns offering him bites of the sandwich or gulps of beer.

Rachel began to massage his shoulders, her skilled hands gently easing out the tension from his body. "It was actually Dana's idea," the brunette explained. "We all saw how much you loved being with the Maliri, but she wanted to give you a glimpse of our future together..."

Swallowing another bite, John chuckled and shook his head. "This is really fun, but I don't expect you to wait on me hand and foot."

The brunette laughed and shook her head, long brown hair tickling the side of his face. "No, she didn't mean it quite like that." Her voice filled with admiration, Rachel continued, "She's so very clever, that love of mine. You wouldn't think it with her model-like beauty and the way she swears like a drunken sailor, but she's extremely intelligent."

"I know," John said, enjoying seeing the redhead blush at her girlfriend's effusive praise.

Rachel leaned closer and continued, "The Maliri might have been designed to be your perfect women, fulfilling everything you need from them as a Progenitor..."

"Fighting, fucking, and breeding," Alyssa reminded him with a mischievous smile and he flushed as he remembered when she'd heard him think that.

"Mmm, yes exactly! Just as you proved to us so vigorously," the brunette purred, clearly getting excited. "Alyssa told us how you felt... that instinctive pull towards the Young Matriarchs and how thrilling it was for you to conceive a child with each of them. Dana just wanted to remind you of some of the delights to be had closer to home..."

John's smile faded and he felt a surge of guilt as he glanced at each of the girls. "I was worried this might happen; that me being with the Young Matriarchs like that might end up upsetting you. It just felt different being with them, not better... I'm much closer to all of you and I'm sure when it's time for us to have babies together it's going to be incredible."

"Relax... It's okay, we're not jealous," Alyssa said, her tone reassuring.

"Just listen to what she's saying," Dana urged him. "Rachel's tons better at explaining this stuff than me."

"You can be convincingly eloquent yourself, my love," Rachel said affectionately, before turning her focus to John again. "Now, where was I?"

"You mentioned an instinctive pull to the Maliri," John reminded her, glancing back over his shoulder. When he saw the brunette smile, he realised Rachel was just checking to see if he'd been paying attention.

She kissed him on the cheek, then continued, "While you're genetically a Progenitor, you were raised as a Terran, so you respond to certain Terran cultural cues."

"What do you mean?" he asked, listening in fascination.

"The effect ladies in formal wear have on you?" Rachel prompted him with amusement. "You associate those outfits with sophisticated and classy women, primarily due to the cultural context in which they're worn, as well as the advertising and marketing you've been exposed to."

"I thought it was just the tantalising hints of exposed skin that made you seem like an exciting present waiting to be unwrapped," John said with a grin. "So what about these outfits then? What are the cultural cues I'm supposed to be getting from them?"

"This kind of look is strongly associated with an era when the housewife was glorified; where the woman of the house was supposed to be the nurturing and loving homemaker, while the man was the protector and provider. We all know how much you enjoy simple domesticity; our culinary skills have increased dramatically since we joined your crew."

John flushed and started to reply, before Dana leaned in and silenced him with a smouldering kiss.

"Don't be embarrassed," Rachel murmured in his ear. "We all love our cosy little home here with you. Dana's just remembering the times when she's had a tummy full of your spunk and she's been cooking with you in the kitchen while wearing one of your shirts."

John pulled Dana closer, relishing the passion of her lips as they moved against his.

Rachel leaned over his shoulder to give the redhead a kiss on the cheek, then continued, "So you see, while the Maliri have the genetic edge, we have the cultural advantage to balance things out. For example, the Maliri were thrilled that you want to live with them in the future, but we all assumed that would be the case because of our shared cultural values."

Dana pulled back and grinned at him. "We're your comfy pair of slippers!"

John chuckled and brushed his fingers across her cheek. "I think I get what you're saying. Aside from the raw physical attraction I feel towards you girls, we both want and expect the same thing for the future, which makes us more compatible."

Dana nodded enthusiastically and started kissing him again.

Rachel sounded excited as she said, "Another thing to consider is that as stunning as those blue-skinned beauties are, they look almost identical with their long white hair. Having a group of them go down on you will never be as visually thrilling as seeing a blonde, brunette, and redhead kneeling in front of you, working together to swallow your cum..."

He couldn't help groaning at that thought, especially when Rachel and Alyssa leaned in to plant soft kisses on his neck and throat, while Dana continued to duel tongues with him. Just when John thought he'd died and gone to heaven, the three girls pulled away and rose to their feet. Alyssa gestured at the coffee table and with a sweeping gesture, pushed it out of the way.

The three girls stood before him and slowly peeled off their dresses, revealing their magnificent nude bodies. They waited patiently as he reached out to caress them, indulgent smiles on their faces as they watched him openly admire their toned physiques. While their facial features were each uniquely beautiful in their own right, their bodies were identical; athletic and finely muscled, with bronzed skin that seemed to almost glow with health. He instinctively found that symmetry between them greatly appealing, but their long manes of blonde, brown, and red hair were just different enough to remind him of their individuality and allay any feelings of guilt.

He had a sudden epiphany and glanced up at the gorgeous trio, astonished at just how well they knew the workings of his mind. "That's why Calara and Sakura aren't here too, isn't it?" "You wanted to trigger an instinctive thrill at seeing identical girls, then confound those Progenitor desires enough so I wouldn't feel guilty about it!"

Rachel gave him a smile of satisfaction, revealing who was the mastermind behind that bit of psychology. She offered him her hand and he rose from his seat, grinning at them as they seductively stripped him of his clothes. His grin wavered at the feel of soft pairs of lips brushing over his skin, Dana and Rachel worshipping his chest with their kisses, while Alyssa finished helping him remove his shirt.

As the brunette and redhead started unbuckling his belt, John caught Alyssa in his arms, holding her close as he gazed into her bright cerulean eyes. *Thank you for helping Edraele. She sounded so happy and carefree, it was amazing.*

*I knew how worried you were,* Alyssa said softly, her fingers trailing along his arm. *I saw how close Luna and Edraele had become during their visit with us and just saw an opportunity to help.*

John kissed her then, enjoying the feel of her lithe body as she pressed herself against him. Her companions undid his trousers, then removed the last of his clothes while he was spellbound by Alyssa's inviting lips. When he was completely naked, Alyssa eased back a little when Dana and Rachel moved to flank her, so that John was gazing down at the trio of gorgeous young women.

They dropped to their knees with such flawless synchronisation that it could have only have been coordinated by Alyssa's telepathic guidance. The three girls opened their mouths, presenting him with three inviting ovals to choose from, their moist lips glistening in the light. John decided that he wanted all three, so he cupped his hand behind Dana and Rachel's heads and gently guided them to his shaft, while nodding his approval to Alyssa as she enveloped his throbbing crown in her mouth.

The view was breathtaking and he massaged Rachel's head as he murmured, "You were right, that's got to be one of the most beautiful sights in the universe."

Her mouth was busy as she worked with Dana to bathe his length in velvety warmth, but her eyes reflected her smile as she gazed up at him. John just watched them for a few minutes, meeting each set of adoring eyes as he groaned at their tender ministrations. It was thrilling to have such beautiful, brilliant young women working together to service him like this and he could have easily surrendered to his growing arousal and filled their three tummies. However, he hadn't been with the blonde and brunette since bedding the Young Matriarchs and was eager to correct that.

Rachel pulled back, having watched his expression intently. "Why don't you save me for another time?"

"Are you sure?" he asked, running his fingers through her tawny-brown hair.

She nodded, turning slightly so she could kiss his wrist. "Make this one about Alyssa, I'd like your undivided attention next time."

John offered the blonde a hand and she eased back on her haunches, letting his well-lubricated cock slide from her mouth. She gave him a smouldering look as she rose to her feet, watching him with burning anticipation as he sat back on the sofa. Rachel stood as well, moving around the back of his chair so she could kneel behind him as she had done before.

Alyssa didn't immediately straddle him as he thought she would. Instead, she turned towards Dana and stepped closer to her friend. The redhead glanced at John, a naughty twinkle in her eyes as she grasped Alyssa's pert bottom and pulled her closer. The blonde let out a low groan as Dana began lapping away at her, filling the room with sexy debauched sounds.

Rachel nuzzled into his neck from behind, her breath tickling his skin. "Dana needed to make sure she was wet enough to take your huge cock..."

John couldn't help chuckling, knowing Alyssa would have been soaked already, but it was thrilling to watch her gently stroke Dana's head as her friend ate her out with loving enthusiasm. He saw the two teenagers staring into each other's eyes, sharing something unspoken between them. There was profound gratitude, trust, and love in that look, as if they were reaffirming a bond they'd forged many years ago.

"You see it too, don't you?" Rachel whispered in his ear, breathless with excitement. "They were best friends for years, but never really expressed just how much they cared for each other..."

"They look incredibly beautiful," John murmured, as entranced by the pair as the brunette.

"God, I love how you bring us all together like this!" Rachel moaned, turning his head and kissing him passionately.

John reached back and lifted the brunette over the back of the sofa, her stormy grey eyes widening in surprise. "Sorry, you've been far too sexy, I can't wait," he explained, repositioning her so that she was straddling his thighs.

Rachel bit her lower lip and pressed her pussy against the base of his shaft, her wet warmth inviting him to claim her body. He took a firm grip on her waist, then dragged her up his length, her clit rubbing against him and making her tremble with need. When he reached the top of his sensuous journey, he could tell Rachel was teetering on the edge of release after all the flirtatious foreplay. Nudging the head of his cock against her soft folds, he pushed down, slowly impaling the stunning girl with inch after inch of his rock-hard shaft.

"Oh fuckkk!" she wailed, clinging to him in a vice-like grip as she climaxed.

John was much stronger than Rachel and continued pushing deeper, stretching her wide with his hefty girth as he burrowed into her body. She shook with the intensity of her orgasm as he pushed through the pliable entrance to her womb, her cervix yielding until he was fully embedded inside her.

"There you go," he murmured, holding her close as she moaned through her climax. "You've been such a good girl recently, especially with everything you did for Nyrelle. This'll just tide you over for a bit until we can have some time alone together..."

"Please..." she begged him, not entirely sure what she was pleading for in her post-orgasmic daze.

John raised her up a few inches then reversed direction, letting gravity sink her down his length, while lifting his hips to increase the intensity of the thrust. Rachel responded to the steady rhythm, her soft cries a potent aphrodisiac. It wasn't long before he hilted himself again as she writhed against his pubic bone, the pressure all on her clit. Rachel threw her head back and screamed, her back arching like a bowstring, her breasts heaving as she rocked through an orgasm that left her shaking with its intensity. John simply wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back as she trembled through the aftershocks, relishing the sensation of her clenching contractions rippling along his shaft.

Alyssa was watching him now, their eyes meeting over the brunette's shoulder. He could see the burning lust in her eyes as she responded to Dana's tongue swirling over her clit and he knew she was very close too; he recognised the way her pupils flared when she was teetering on the edge of release.