Three Square Meals Ch. 055

"Jade, would you mind if I asked you a very personal question?" Ioelena asked her hesitantly.

Ever since Jade had saved the young Maliri engineer from her fall, Ioelena had taken to following her around like a lost puppy. The Nymph hadn't minded in the slightest, as she had proven to be a helpful assistant with coordinating the maintenance crew under her control.

Jade turned to look at the pensive blue-skinned woman, and replied with a kind smile, "Of course not Ioelena, ask me whatever you like."

The Maliri blushed furiously, then steeling her resolve, asked in a quiet voice, "Some of my colleagues were wondering if John is involved with any of the girls on his crew?"

Jade rose from her chair, the shutdown checks now complete, and nodded, saying openly, "Oh yes, he's an extremely powerful man, and a wonderfully virile lover. We're all extremely fortunate to be his mates."

"All of you?" she faltered, her eyes wide. "Even Irillith?!"

Jade smiled as she confided in her, "John plans to breed all of us eventually, and I know he finds Maliri women particularly appealing. I have to agree with him; I think you're an exquisitely beautiful people."

Ioelena flushed at the compliment, then looked thoughtful as she considered what Jade had said.

*What are you up to, Jade?* Alyssa asked her curiously.

Jade waited patiently by the cockpit door for the Maliri girl, and Ioelena started when she realised she was keeping the green-skinned girl waiting. Ioelena smiled at her apologetically, then walked through to the grav-tube to descend to the level below. As the Nymph followed after her, she replied to the psychic blonde, *These Maliri have no mates, and John could easily breed all of them.* She let out a happy sigh at the thought, and added, *Can you imagine all those lovely blue-skinned girls, pregnant with his children? My Master deserves nothing less.*

There was a brief pause, then Alyssa replied, *Yes, I'm getting turned on just thinking about it, but you know what John's like. We've got to leave by tomorrow, and he's not going to knock any Maliri up, then just abandon them.*

Jade frowned in disappointment as she conceded that Alyssa was right. Her master would never give these women the children they desired without being there to help provide for them. She strolled down the front loading ramp, and focusing on the next task at hand, said to Ioelena, "We can start cutting through the hull, and begin preparation for the Central Core installation. Please ask the maintenance teams to follow the plans they were provided."

Ioelena smiled, and after giving Jade a respectful nod, ran over to the rest of the work crew where she began chattering to them excitedly. The Nymph watched the Maliri women gathering round to listen to Ioelena, their eyes going wide as they hung on her every word, while darting inquisitive glances at Jade.

Sensing Jade's frustration, Alyssa said, *Don't worry, Rachel has another plan in mind to help these women. I'll fill you in on the details.*

Perking up immediately, Jade's face lit up into a sparkling smile as she listened to Alyssa describe what they had in mind.

***

John walked up to the hull of Edraele's golden private shuttle, but the crystal airlock door remained firmly closed, barring him from entry. He was surprised to find that Luna hadn't opened the door for him, as the Maliri assassin had disappeared inside the ship some time ago, while he'd been busy chatting to Rachel, then watching the engineering crews at work.

*I've arrived at the airlock to your ship, Edraele,* he said, reaching out to her with his mind.

After only a moment's delay, the airlock door lifted up smoothly, and Edraele replied, *My apologies for keeping you waiting, my Lord. I was busy with a surprise for you.*

John chuckled as he stepped through the airlock, and strolled over to the elevator. *That sounds intriguing. What are you up to?* he asked her curiously.

*If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise!* she replied light heartedly, and he smiled, suspecting an answer along those lines.

The elevator ascended silently, and when the crystal door opened, he walked along the corridor to Edraele's suite. She was waiting for him in the audience hall, and glided over to him with a bright smile on her face.

"You seem to be in a very good mood," he teased her, as he strolled forward and greeted her with a kiss.

Her lips were soft and full, and as their mouths met, she pressed herself against him, moulding her luscious figure against his body. He couldn't help but be reminded of the way Irillith kissed him, and Edraele's eyes met his as she flicked her tongue against his own. She didn't say anything, but he saw a knowing look in her eye, clearly having read his thoughts.

When they parted, she said, "I'm happy for two reasons. Firstly, I think your plan to heal the Maliri is a wonderful one, and I'll play my part to help it come to fruition. With the vast influence I possess, arranging partners for any girls you link with me will be an easy and pleasant endeavour."

"Thank you, I appreciate it," he replied gratefully. She held his hand with hers, then smiled at him coyly, and started leading him towards the door into the lounge at the back of the room. He then asked with a teasing smile, "What was the second reason?"

Edraele led him into the lounge, but instead of moving to one of the sofas, she gave him a flirtatious look, and carried on towards the door at the back of the room. "The second reason, is that I know you plan to replenish Alyssa later, but it will be several hours until she needs your help. While she's busy psychically shaping the new material, I have the privilege of servicing you right now."

John pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, but this time he slipped a hand down between them and ran his fingers over her slim stomach. Edraele whimpered into his mouth as he stroked her tummy suggestively, then brought his hands around behind her and cupped her taut cheeks, squeezing and massaging them firmly.

He was surprised to see a conflicted look pass quickly across her face, and then amazed as she reluctantly pulled away from him. Giving him an alluring smile, she pushed the door open into the softly lit bedroom beyond, then sashayed inside, beckoning him to follow. He grinned at the effort she had made for their first proper time together, and he admired her elegant poise and bearing as she glided deeper into the room.

She stopped at the bed, then turned slowly to meet his gaze, flushing slightly at the intensity of the look he gave her. Entering the room confidently, he walked towards her, but at the last moment, her lovely angular purple eyes darted to her right, and her luscious mouth twitched into a smile. Curious as to what had drawn her attention, he halted inches away from her, and turned to follow her gaze.

He gasped in shock when he saw Luna, Almari and Ilyana sitting draped over chaise-lounge chairs in the corner of the room. They were wearing wispy, silk-like diaphanous white lingerie, that accentuated and teasingly concealed the glorious contours of their toned athletic figures. The three girls were entranced by him, giving him smouldering looks, and as soon as Edraele drew his attention to them, they rose to their feet gracefully. Luna took the lead, flanked by her companions, and they prowled towards him, their expressions hungry and lustful.

*I hope I didn't disappoint with my surprise, my Lord,* Edraele asked him cautiously. *I ache to be with you, but my loyal bodyguards begged me for this opportunity.*

The three deadly and beautiful young women halted their approach only an arm's length away, and he could see their desperate need to reach out to touch him. At the same time, their deference to him demanded that they wait for his permission, and he could see the conflicting desires warring on their lovely faces. They gazed up at him, frozen between the two opposing choices, until finally Luna spoke up, breaking the hushed quiet of the moment.

"Please let us serve you, John," she purred softly, her angular yellow eyes burning with passion.

Ilyana nodded, her turquoise eyes flashing with excitement as she murmured, "We'll be your faithful and obedient followers."

Almari's cobalt blue eyes sparkled in the light, and she nodded as she said breathily, "I'd never dreamed a man like you existed. Such presence and strength..."

John blinked, and took a steadying breath to get over the shock. He looked down at the three stunningly beautiful young women, and part of him wanted to leap at the chance to bed them, while another part held back. He went from girl to girl, looking each in the eye, and finally said, "I want all three of you, but I won't bind women to me without them understanding who I am. You know I'm not Terran or Maliri, don't you?"

The three Maliri assassins nodded firmly, as Edraele's voice echoed through his mind, *I thought you might feel this way, so I spoke to them about you beforehand.*

He gave her a sharp look, then turned to look at the girls arrayed before him and said, "Edraele tells me she explained my nature to you. Who, or what, do you think I am?"

He was expecting Luna to answer, but it was Ilyana who replied, as she said excitedly, "You are one of the Progenitors, akin to the being we Maliri refer to as the Mael'nerak. But where he came to enslave and destroy, you are his opposite, seeking to liberate and empower."

John's eyes darted to Edraele again, and she gave him a loving smile.

Almari nodded, her eyes wide with wonder as she said, "I would never have believed Edraele's tale, if not for your titanic display of strength. No normal being possesses such power."

He was somewhat reassured by these answers, but his eyes narrowed as he asked, "And you know that if you serve me now, you'll be psychically linked with Edraele?"

Luna's eyes darted to the Maliri Matriarch, and she said fervently, "We would already give our lives for our Matriarch. By joining with you, we will empower her, making it easier to keep her safe."

Ilyana stepped forward, bravely reaching out to brush her trembling fingers along his arm, and she said softly, "Edraele explained how you want to help the Maliri. It's a worthy and noble goal, which will undo a great wrong done to us by the Mael'nerak."

*They're fully informed, and desperate to join you,* Alyssa encouraged him eagerly. *Don't make them beg, that's just cruel.*

*Shh, you,* he told her, experimenting with sending a telepathic eye-roll her way. She laughed delightedly in return, sensing his decision, and agreeing wholeheartedly.

John smiled warmly at the three girls, and said, "Then I agree." They gasped with delight, expressions turning lusty as they stepped closer, reaching out to touch him.

John noticed Almari's blue fingers on her right hand were sporting burn scars, and he took her hand gently in his own, studying it intently. "What happened to your hand, Almari?" he asked her with concern.

The three girls paused in surprise, not expecting him to react this way, and Almari replied tentatively, "It was burned by the shadow barrier that your dark-half created. Edraele explained that your Matriarch helped you vanquish that side of yourself, leaving only a good person remaining."

John nodded, then said, "I'm sorry you got hurt that way. I'll make sure that I heal it."

"Heal it?" Luna asked him curiously.

John laughed, and said, "Sorry, I'm killing the mood here. Yes, by being with me, I can heal your scars and injuries. Have any of you been injured before?"

The three of them darted glances at each other, chuckling in amusement, then they smiled at him and nodded emphatically. "In our line of business, getting hurt is all in a day's work," Luna said in her quiet voice.

Nodding in grim understanding, John walked over to the bed, and sat down on the edge. "Show me," he requested simply.

The three Maliri assassins blushed, then moved to stand before him, as Edraele kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed at his side. She gracefully tucked her legs underneath her, then leaned against his shoulder to watch. Luna, Almari, and Ilyana darted heated looks at him, as they slowly peeled away the wispy layers of lingerie, revealing ever greater amounts of luscious blue flesh. None of the girls were excessively busty, but their well proportioned breasts sat high and firm on their chests, topped with dark blue nipples. Their bodies were lean and well muscled, toned with intensive exercise, and all three were in the very peak of condition.

"You're all extremely beautiful girls," he told them honestly.

They blushed, and smiled at him for the compliment, while carefully removing the last of their garments. When they were all fully nude, he had to adjust his seating to rearrange his painfully hard cock, his quad preparing itself to satisfy the three stunning Maliri women. Gesturing to Ilyana to begin, she started showing him her scars, and listing all the injuries she had picked up in her illustrious career. The list included a seared retina from an errant phosphorous grenade, six broken ribs, three of which had been broken twice, two breaks in her right leg, and a recurring dislocated shoulder, acquired while falling three stories to escape from a burning building. Her back was a latticework of scars received from a tyrannical trainer who had been very fond of the neural whip, and her arms and legs sported a variety of scars from an extensive variety of weapon wounds.

"Thank you Ilyana," he said, secretly appalled at the level of physical abuse the poor woman had endured to her body. He smiled encouragingly to Almari, and asked, "Would you like to go next?"

As the blue eyed Maliri girl began to go through her laundry list of breaks and scars, Alyssa's voice sounded in his mind again, *As morbidly compelling as this show-and-tell is, you seem to have a curious idea of foreplay.*

John stifled a laugh as he explained, *Unfortunately I don't have time to spend two weeks giving these girls the deluxe package you girls got. I'm going to have to do what I can in one go.* He paused a moment, and then added, *I get the feeling that knowing about their old wounds will help me guide the healing, but don't ask me how I know that.*

He could sense Alyssa thinking this over, and she eventually said, *It looks like it wasn't just us girls that benefitted from our boosted connection. Maybe that's how you know?*

He nodded thoughtfully, while listening to Almari finish her list, then he moved on to Luna. Her litany of injuries was relatively short, the most serious of which was damage to her larynx from a gas attack, and a nasty scar where she had been impaled through the stomach with a sword.

"You haven't picked up that many injuries, Luna, are you the youngest?" he asked her curiously.

As Luna shook her head, Edraele said proudly, "Actually she's the eldest, but she's very, very good."

John nodded, then reached out and gently stroked her blue skin, just at the point where she had received the jagged scar from the severe sword wound. She gasped when he touched her, her yellow eyes staring at him intently as he gazed at her body. "This looks like it was a nasty wound," he said sympathetically as he ran his fingertips along its length. "When did you get that, and what happened exactly?"

Luna let out a little sigh, and said in her quiet, solemn voice, "I was sixteen when I finished my third round of training. I received that scar fighting in the cull."

Fairly sure he didn't want to know the answer, John still asked anyway, "What's 'the cull'?"

"The ten remaining students were all given a sword, and placed in an arena. Only four of us were allowed to leave alive," she explained, the sad look in her eye betraying the clinical way she described it.

Shaking his head in sympathy, John looked into her eyes, and said, "I can try and take the emotional pain away from that too."

Luna shook her head, and replied softly, "Thank you, but please don't. I lost my sister in the cull, and although it's painful to remember that I couldn't save her, I wish to retain the memory intact."

John met her intense gaze, and nodded soberly, gently brushing his hand against her skin in a soothing manner. She smiled at him, appreciating his comforting touch, and leaning into him slightly. A slight texture change in her skin drew his attention to his fingertips, and he leaned forward to look at the almost invisible scar on the right side of her lower belly, which he had felt with his fingers. Looking at it curiously, he suddenly spotted a matching one on the left side of her abdomen, and reached out to brush that with his other fingers. He had been around enough combat wounds himself to know the difference between a battle scar and a surgical scar, and one glance at Luna's forlorn face confirmed his dark suspicions.

"Come closer," he said gently to Almari and Ilyana, and they stepped forward obediently, so that he could run his fingers over their bellies too. It only took him a few seconds to find identical surgical scars on them as well.

Ilyana's turquoise eyes were overwhelmed with sadness as she said, "Yes John, we're barren. Our ovaries were considered an unnecessary distraction, and removed when we finished our training."

John stood immediately, and pulled the girls into his arms, overwhelmed with sympathy for their plight. "You've all suffered through so much," he said, thoroughly unsettled by the terrible way they'd been treated.

*You have to stop this kind of barbarity immediately!* John thought tersely to Edraele.

*I'm very sorry, my Lord,* Edraele replied, full of remorse. *I'll stop such practices straight away.*

He let out a sigh, remembering it wasn't this new Edraele's fault, and he said, *I'm sorry for speaking to you like that, I was just upset. We have to stop this kind of thing from continuing though.*

*I will, I promise, John,* Edraele said earnestly.

Nodding with satisfaction, he looked down at the three Maliri girls in his arms, and asked them gently, "Would you like to have children some day? If so, I can try and restore your bodies for you."

The sad expressions were wiped from their face in an instant, and looks of disbelief changed quickly to ones of hope and devotion.

"Could you really do that?!" Ilyana gasped in awe.

John nodded confidently as he replied, "After spending a week or two with each of you, absolutely." He hesitated as he added, "I'll need to fill your stomachs with cum, then focus on healing your wounds and injuries. However, I'm not sure I can fully heal you in just one go, it's normally a slow process."

Almari smiled at him coyly, and said, "There's no desperate rush, we can wait until you return to finish the job."

Luna looked at him with wild hope in her eyes, and asked breathlessly, "Unless you want to get us pregnant before you leave?"

John was about to carefully decline, and explain his plan with the engineers, when Alyssa's insistent voice came through to him, making him hesitate, *I think Edraele's bodyguards are a special case. She's your Matriarch now like me, and in it for the long haul, so it makes sense for these girls to be so too. Remember we talked before about a long term future for us? I think the Maliri might be able to offer us that, which means you'll be around to help look after any children you have here. We can discuss it later, and it's up to you of course, but it's worth thinking about.*

John gazed down at the hope-filled faces looking up at him, and he just couldn't bring himself to disappoint them, not after hearing about their awful past. While it felt good to be able to give these girls what they desperately desired, he had to admit that the thought of these beautiful and deadly women heavily pregnant with his babies was a definite turn on.