Three Square Meals Ch. 098

"The Admiralty won't stand for this! You're finished Buckingham!" Devereux blustered, doing her best to ignore the shiver of fear that ran down her spine.

"Goodbye, Lynette," Buckingham said with a chuckle. "You were an amusing opponent, even if your ambition far outstretched your ability. Please remain in your office, you will be detained shortly."

Buckingham ended the call, leaving her staring wide-eyed at the blank screen. With mounting horror, she realised that she still hadn't managed to warn John about the imminent threat from the Kintark and none of the people who knew about the hostile armada would contact him for help. She lurched to her feet, knocking over her chair as she stood, then stumbled out of her office.

"Admiral!" Lieutenant Wilson blurted out, gaping at her ashen-faced commanding officer as Devereux staggered through the reception area. "Are you alright?!"

"Stay away, Janet!" Lynette gasped, not wanting the kind young woman involved in any way.

Devereux bolted through the door to the corridor outside, head turning both ways as she tried to come up with a plan. She had to try and find a console... get word to Charles Harris and let him know about the Kintark invasion. He might be able to warn the Admiralty and get word to Blake where she had failed.

Hearing the sound of numerous booted footsteps approaching from her right, Devereux whirled to the left and ran, nearly knocking over a Commodore who she barged out of the way. She tried the next couple of office doors but they were locked, so she ran on, ignoring the looks of shock on the faces of the personnel as she dashed past. Suddenly remembering that there was a communications console in the Officers' Lounge, she fled along the corridor and barrelled around a junction, running headlong into a trio of soldiers. They hadn't seen her coming and she knocked two soldiers down, sending them sprawling across the corridor.

"Shit! Sorry, Ma'am," one of the fallen men blurted out, seeing her rank insignia.

"It's her, you idiot!" the standing soldier cried out. In a more authoritative voice he declared, "Admiral Devereux, you're under arrest."

Devereux scrambled to her feet and managed to avoid the flailing arms of the knocked over soldiers. She started running down the corridor, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the double doors leading into the lounge, the entrance was just thirty metres away. Once she was inside, the console was just beside the door... it would only take a couple of seconds to make the call.

"Admiral Devereux! Freeze, you're under arrest for treason!" the soldier repeated.

She ignored him and carried on running.

"Stop, Ma'am, or I'll shoot!" came the stern warning.

Ten metres... so close, she was nearly there.

Devereux felt a thump in her back and she crashed to the floor, pain blossoming in her chest. She tried to crawl towards the door, but she had no strength in her arms and it hurt to breathe... she was so close...

Then blackness... and with it, a final surge of despair. She had failed and she knew humanity was lost.

***

The Atlas class freighter was desperate to change course and made a tight turn in hyper-warp, but by the time the nose of the blocky merchant vessel had swung around it was too late. One of the Kintark cruisers had peeled away from the vanguard of the armada, approaching on an intercept vector. As soon as the freighter was in range of the interdiction device, the ship was violently jerked out of hyper-warp, leaving it to the tender mercies of the Kintark forces.

Unfortunately for the crew, mercy was in short supply and the freighter was struck by a salvo of Plasma Cannon fire. The civilian ship's shields rippled for a few seconds, sending pulsing waves of green light out from the impact sites until the shield burst like a balloon. The subsequent fusillade of plasma bolts blew apart cargo containers in fiery explosions and gouged deep furrows from the freighter's superstructure. It didn't take long for the entire vessel to be set ablaze, a sickly green inferno burning out deck after deck.

Unable to watch any more, Admiral Leonard Norwood turned away from the Tactical Map, his face twisted with revulsion. "Is that really necessary?" he complained to Grand Prelate Melkadian. "They're civilians for God's sake!"

"We cannot take the risssk of allowing them to contact the Core World forcesss... they would inform them of our fleet disssposssitionsss. You know thisss isss a sssensssible precaution," Melkadian chided him.

"But your scouts are taking out all the comm beacons," Norwood persisted, a scowl on his face. "Even if those merchants wanted to call for help, nothing would get routed through anyway!"

"Jussst think of the greater good of the Terran Republic. You have made many large sssacrificesss already, thessse are trivial by comparissson," Melkadian reminded him, his reptilian eyes studying the Terran officer intently. "There are billionsss of livesss at ssstake, what are a few dozen when measssured againssst that?"

Norwood faltered, suddenly unsure of himself. "I suppose it is better to be certain..."

"In two daysss time the Terran Federation will ceassse to exissst... A decisssive victory in the Sssol sssyssstem will be a death blow to High Command; sssoon their tyranny will be brought to an end and you will be able to forge a bright future for humanity."

Nodding slowly in agreement, Norwood turned back to the Sector Map, trying to distract himself from his troubled thoughts.

Melkadian did not want to push the unsettled traitor any further. "We have yet to sssee any sssign of a Terran military presssence... We expected High Command to at leassst attempt to ssslow our advance with delaying actionsss."

"They must have recalled all the fleets to protect Terra and Olympus," Norwood said, his eyes narrowing as he willingly let himself be distracted by thoughts of how to counter High Command's strategy.

Melkadian nodded, revealing a toothy smile of anticipation. "Buckingham knowsss the calamitousss effect on the authority of High Command ssshould we ssseize the Terran homeworld, he isss probably trying to hold back all hisss ressservesss for one decisssive battle. The effect on Terran morale will be devassstating..."

"But if he is moving everything to Terra, he'd be leaving critical strategic assets exposed," Norwood murmured, repositioning the map to the Alpha Centauri system. "Losing Olympus Shipyard would be a crippling blow to the Terran Federation's fleet production capability; one that would take several decades to recover from. That's the real source of Terran military might, so let's just hope that Buckingham splits his forces to protect Olympus too. There's no way he could know that we wish to preserve the shipyard at all costs, it'll be critical to us in establishing the New Republic."

The Kintark Grand Prelate's eyes glinted in the light from the holographic projection. "Yesss, the future of the Terran Republic isss one of our highessst prioritiesss."

Norwood smiled at his ally, then focused on the map once more.

***

John cradled Sakura's head in his hands, enjoying the look of bliss on her face as she cried out his name in release. The head of his cock kissed the top of her womb every time he hilted himself in her pliant body, each fleeting contact drawing a sexy gasp from the writhing girl. This was her third, the first two coaxed out as he took her with long strokes, talking about their future together. He slowed his thrusts as her orgasm abated and just enjoyed her final fluttering spasms around his shaft.

"You look absolutely beautiful when you cum," he said with a loving smile. "I still can't believe you're mine."

His deep baritone voice made the Asian girl shudder in delight and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tight. "No, you're mine... I'm never letting you go!"

"That might make Calara's wedding a little awkward," John said with a grin, glancing at the flushed Latina who had just about recovered from her own series of mind-blowing orgasms.

She returned his smile and then leaned closer to the Asian girl. "You might have to let me borrow him for a little bit, at least for the wedding vows..."

Sakura giggled, her soft gaze shining with love for them both. John leaned down to kiss her and she returned it passionately, welcoming his tongue into her mouth.

When their lips finally parted, she glanced down and shook her head in amazement. "I can't believe you haven't cum yet! Your poor quad must be about to explode!"

"I'm enjoying this too much," he replied brushing a strand of her raven hair away from her face and admiring the post-orgasmic glow to her beautiful face.

"You're enjoying it too much?!" Sakura exclaimed with a giggle. "I feel like all my bones have turned to jelly..."

Calara slid her hand between them and caressed the bulge he was making high in Sakura's belly. "I'm going to miss taking you this deep when I'm pregnant. I know we've got alternative plans, but there's something so intimate about taking you into my womb..."

Sakura shook her head, her deep brown eyes drawing John in with her love. "I can't wait to have your baby in there and you deep inside me too... it'll be like you're using my body to its limits, breeding me and using me for pleasure..." Her long eyelashes fluttered and she groaned at the thought.

"Looks like someone needs some more," John said with a grin, circling his hips while hilted inside her, and rubbing her clit as he began to move once more.

"Oh God..." Sakura moaned, arching her back and lifting her thighs higher to fully expose her body to him.

Calara raked her fingernails across Sakura's breasts, not enough to mark her golden-brown skin, but drawing another groan from the over-stimulated girl. Finding her erect nipples with both hands, she massaged and squeezed them while John kept up his steady, womb-plundering thrusts. Sakura screamed as she came again, her body quaking with the intensity of her release and her pussy clamping down on his length like a vice. Finally spent, she collapsed backwards on the bed, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.

John watched her with satisfaction, then glanced to his left where Calara had cuddled up beside the Asian girl, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Are you ready for more, gorgeous? I think I've vanquished Sakura."

The Latina turned to look up at him a wicked smile of anticipation on her lips. "I'm up for a final round, but we've done enough gentle lovemaking... now I want some of what Nyrelle got!"

John was faced with two sets of enchanting brown eyes and he nodded, powerless to resist their siren call. He sat up, but left his cock buried in Sakura. "How are we doing this?"

Calara then threw a lithe leg over Sakura's trim stomach, then wriggled downwards until her firm ass bumped into John stomach. Her skin felt warm and deliciously smooth. "Mount up, Vice Admiral!"

He laughed and took a firm grip on her waist as he eased his cock out of the exhausted girl beneath Calara. "Will do, Commander."

Aligning himself with her glistening folds, he eased his way inside, his girth stretching her wide once more. Despite the vigorous ploughing he'd given the Latina earlier, she was snug and tight, like a hot wet glove being stretched over his cock. Calara let out a low groan as he stuffed inch after inch inside her, until she was fully impaled on him once again.

Tossing her long mane of brown hair over her shoulder, her brown eyes flashed with excitement. "You've done your duty, Admiral, making us both cum over and over again. Now it's time for the victory parade in your honour."

"I think I have earned it," he agreed with a grin, pushing her down. "Lie on top of Sakura and slide your legs inside hers."

"Yes, Sir," Calara said obediently as she followed his orders.

She made sure to line up her nipples with Sakura's erect, dusky brown pair, then rested her weight on the nubile body beneath her. Repositioning her legs as he'd asked, Calara spread Sakura's thighs wide open, with those soft golden-brown calves now resting on the backs of her own olive-toned thighs.

John patted the perfectly-rounded globes of her ass. "That's perfect, good girl."

Calara was enjoying everything so far, especially having John deep inside her again, but this wasn't exactly the "Nyrelle experience" she'd been hoping for. She was face to face with Sakura so she gave the happy, satiated girl a gentle kiss. That was when John gathered her hair in one hand and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her head back so her back was arched, lying belly to belly with the Asian girl beneath her.

"Oh fuck!" both girls cried out at the same time as he pulled back and then slammed home, burying himself up to the balls in Calara's womb, his quad slapping wetly against Sakura's clit.

He began to piston into Calara, making her rump tremble with each pounding thrust. John punctuated her impalement by bringing his hand down in a sharp smack on her ass, the sudden extra sensation making her jerk back against him as she squealed in delight. She'd been spanked by Alyssa too but John was much stronger, his brawny physique so muscular and powerful. He used the tight grip on her hair to keep the Latina firmly in place, fucking and spanking her in equal measure. Loving every minute of it, Calara was shocked at how fast she climaxed, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she bucked against him.

She instantly recognised the difference in the way John was fucking her. Before when they'd made love, he'd been carefully watching her body react to his touch, his gentle caresses and heartfelt words designed to gradually build her to a wonderful release. Now she could tell he was focused on his own climax, just as she'd asked him to, but that didn't mean he wasn't also fucking her brains out.

"I can feel him in you!" Sakura gasped, aware of every movement of John's cock by the bulge in the Latina's belly that was pressed tightly against hers.

Calara wasn't able to respond, she just placed her hands on Sakura's firm breasts, desperately holding on tight as John screwed her senseless. Her mind was spinning, revelling in the bestial nature of being ravaged this way and she shivered in ecstasy as she remembered John riding Alyssa just like this during the storm on Oceanus. She felt the hand that had been delivering the spanking shift to grip her tightly around the waist and John pinned her in place against the Asian girl.

"I'm going to fill you both up," John growled, jack-hammering into Calara.

"Please! I need it!" Calara begged him, trying to turn her head.

He released his grasp on her hair and circled her waist in both hands, keeping her prone as he gave her the pounding of a lifetime. Calara twisted to look at him over her shoulder, the heat and friction in her pussy driving her out of her mind. She knew the only thing that would quench it would be getting pumped full of his spunk and she longed to feel her womb stretching to take his potent load.

She watched his face as he finally climaxed, that wild look of elation in his eyes sending a thrill of satisfaction through her body as she felt his cock jerk inside her. His shaft throbbed as blast after blast of his cum jetted into her womb, rapidly filling it until she reached capacity, her tummy then starting to swell to hold all the sperm he was pumping into her. Calara loved that sensation of being packed full of his cum, the heavy weight rounding her abdomen triggering an instinctive feminine need to be bred. She stayed still, docile and submissive as she took his cum, only letting out a groan of loss when he pulled out of her quivering pussy and plunged into Sakura instead.

The Latina gazed into the Asian girl's lovely brown eyes, seeing the exact same emotions playing out in her expression. She leaned down and kissed her tenderly. "That's it, take his cum... soon we'll be doing this for real."

Sakura sighed with contentment, eagerly returning Calara's kiss as their cum-filled tummies pressed together. Eventually John was done and he eased out of the Asian girl then sprawled on the bed beside them, panting to get his breath back.

"That was amazing..." Calara purred as she snuggled up beside him, making sure to nudge her swollen belly into his flank to remind him he'd claimed her womb.

"Not too rough?" he asked between deep breaths, putting his arm around her.

Calara loved feeling protected and safe in his embrace. "It was perfect... just enough to make it feel gloriously primal!"

Sakura collapsed against John's other side, draping an arm and leg across his body as she kissed his chest. "I think you won that match."

John grinned and pulled them both closer. "I'm not sure about that, I made the count about ten to one in your favour."

"Are we going to end every sparring session that way?" Calara asked with a coy smile. "If so, I'm really going to enjoy training with you two..."

He laughed and kissed them each on the head. "I'm always up for a rematch!"

The girls giggled, hugging him tight, then they lay there and just rested in the afterglow.

Sakura turned slightly and propped herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him. "I loved every minute of that, but I couldn't help feeling that you were trying to atone for your time with the Young Matriarchs."

Calara mirrored her movements, turning so she could see his face too. "Yeah, I sensed the same thing." She gave him a bashful smile. "I'm not complaining, but you really didn't need to make us cum that much... What was it? Five times each?"

A shadow of guilt crossed John's face and he gazed into one set of soulful brown eyes then the other. "It all just feels really unfair to you girls. I met all of you long before the Young Matriarchs and I promised you that we'd have a family together. Now you have to wait, while the Maliri are expecting."

The Latina leaned down to give him a gentle kiss. "You shouldn't feel that way. Alyssa told you we all loved seeing you with the Maliri and it was the truth. We weren't jealous... just excited."

Sakura nodded her agreement. "We're all one big team now, it's not 'us' and 'them'. I got really close to Valani and she's such a sweet girl. It was wonderful to see how happy she was after the two of you got together; the Maliri have very different pressures to us and that duty to rebuild her House was weighing heavily on her."

"I felt just the same way about Leena," Calara agreed, giving him a reassuring smile. "Remember that all this roaming around the galaxy is just a temporary thing and eventually we'll all be spending an eternity together. Having to wait six months to have a family with you isn't too much to ask; we can be a bit patient."

"I actually felt a bit sorry for the Young Matriarchs," Sakura said softly, resting her chin on his chest. "They would have really loved to stay here aboard the Invictus. We're the lucky ones, because we get you all to ourselves until we finally retire as one big family."

John blinked at them in surprise. "I hadn't thought about it like that before." Then he frowned and looked at each of them, doubt appearing in his eyes. "I know the Change got rid of any jealousy and competitiveness between you girls, but conceiving a child with another woman is something else entirely. Are you really sure you didn't feel even a flicker of jealousy? I wouldn't be able to sit back and watch either of you being made pregnant by another man... I'd lose it completely!"

Both girls grinned and shook their heads, enjoying seeing him getting possessive.

*That's because you're a man,* Alyssa said softly. *I don't mean that in a condescending kind of way, like 'women are better' or any nonsense like that. I was just discussing it with Rachel and she had some interesting thoughts on the subject. It might be stating the obvious, but men and women are physically very different, particularly with regard to making babies. When you got the Maliri pregnant, it didn't affect your ability to have a child with any of us whenever we want to. In your example, if Calara was carrying someone else's baby, then she couldn't have yours until she'd given birth and recovered.*