Three Square Meals Ch. 096

"You're just so big..." Nyrelle murmured, her breath quickening as she caressed him. "So strong and powerful... like a real man should be..."

"Morning, Nyrelle," John said, greeting the House Aeberos Matriarch with a smile.

He was startled when she flung the covers off his lower body and straddled him, her long flowing hair brushing his cheeks as she lunged in for a kiss. Her lips pressed insistently against his, and they were soft, warm and eager, her breathy moans a powerful aphrodisiac. Opening his mouth for her hot little tongue, he sucked on the tip, making her moan with lust. Nyrelle mashed her pert breasts against his chest and the supple flesh felt amazing as she dragged her erect nipples across his torso. The panting Maliri girl suddenly shifted position, lining up her pussy above his thickening cock, her slick labia gliding along the top of his shaft.

Nyrelle pulled back from their kiss and closed her eyes, cheeks flushed a dark blue as she ground her pelvis against him. "Mmm, that feels so good..."

"How about we slow this down a little?" John suggested with a smile. "I want to make your first time special for you, make sure you're absolutely ready..."

Nyrelle's eyes flashed opened and she shook her head frantically. "I've been ready for weeks! From the first second I saw you!" There was an almost feverish look on her face as she continued, "You're mine, right? However I want, all morning?!"

He laughed and nodded. "Well yes, basically..."

She rolled off his chest and onto her back, spreading her legs and crossing her wrists above her head. "I want you right now! Come and fuck me!"

John gaped at her in shock, but the raw need in her pleading expression snapped him out of his daze. He moved across the bed and knelt before her, reaching out to grasp her blue thighs and slowly massaging her lithe limbs. Nyrelle's skin felt soft as velvet over her toned and sculpted muscles, her body just as perfect as the rest of the Maliri - she was built for fighting, fucking, and breeding.

He took hold of his hefty cock and slapped it down on her pussy, the sudden contact on her clit making Nyrelle cry out with pleasure. "You want this?" he asked, meeting her desperate gaze.

"Give it to me!" she whimpered, keeping her hands above her head, while her hips rolled as though try to coax him into her body.

John swabbed the crown over her sopping pussy, making sure he was well lubricated, then lined himself up with the heated entrance to her body. The way she was acting was bringing out a dominant streak inside him, his heart pounding as he matched her frenzied state. He managed to keep himself under just enough control to enter her slowly, easing her labia apart as he applied gentle pressure.

Nyrelle clenched her eyes shut and arched her back, her body trembling with excitement as he inched his way deeper, stretching her out for the first time. The massive girth of his shaft dragged over her g-spot and her shaking intensified as he fed her inch after inch of cock, until he nudged up against her cervix.

"Oh fuck..." she gasped as she felt that contact, pulling away for a second, then tilting her hips to take that last inch again.

John leaned forward so he was over her body now, keeping his weight on his elbows. He reached out to grasp her hands, interlacing his fingers with hers then making a show of pinning her to the bed. "Is this what you want?" he teased her, pulling back several inches, then driving inexorably forward to the end of her pussy. "You want me to claim you as my woman?"

Nyrelle's eyes snapped open and she stared up at him with smouldering eyes. "Do it! Make me yours!"

With a matching glint in his eyes, John began to thrust into her, nudging against her cervix with each pussy-stuffing penetration. He leaned down to kiss her and this time it was John pushing his tongue into her welcoming mouth, drawing a groan of delight from the impaled girl as her own tongue flickered against his. Nyrelle's flawless lips were, full, soft, and yielding, perfectly designed for sucking his cock, as he knew they would be for the rest of her life.

John felt her thighs shift higher against his waist, opening her pelvic floor in invitation as her calves pressed against his ass. "You want all of it?" he asked, gazing into her eyes.

"I want all of you..." she begged him, gyrating her hips to meet his every thrust.

"You want me in your womb?" he teased her with a knowing smile.

"Fuck yes!" she demanded, gritting her teeth and thrusting back angrily, trying to impale herself in her haste.

He leant down on Nyrelle with his full weight, pinning her to the bed so she couldn't move. "Let me drive... you just focus on relaxing and taking my cock."

She was about to protest when he thrust harder and deeper, her cervix dilating as her malleable body stretched to take him. "Fuckkkk!" she screamed, dark-blue eyes going wide as he methodically stuffed her belly full with every last inch.

The head of his cock nudged into the back of her womb, and Nyrelle convulsed, bucking furiously as her pussy clenched down hard. Her once-virgin body was as tight as a fist, muscles squeezing him rhythmically as she surged through her very first climax with him buried inside her. John held still and relished the look of euphoria on her face, her blue-eyed gaze one of sheer wonder.

"That's a good girl," he said in his deep baritone. "Keep coming for me while I break you in; get you used to being fucked..."

A shiver of excitement went up her spine. "Do it, make me take your cock!"

The next half an hour was a thrilling ride, as Nyrelle proved every bit as wild and tempestuous as he could have possibly imagined. He fucked her hard, working her nubile body with long powerful thrusts, while she alternated between moaning in ecstasy and shrieking out his name. They were soon covered in perspiration with the intensity of their coupling, her sky-blue breasts glistening with their combined sweat as he rode her through multiple orgasms.

John released her wrists, cupping her head with one hand as he kissed her again, the other grasping one of her breasts and squeezing the pliant flesh. He could feel her cresting towards another orgasm, Nyrelle climbing each one like peaks of a wave on a stormy sea. Grazing his nails across her tender flesh, she cried out again, even the slightest stimulation enough to set her off. He pinched her nipple and ground his pelvic bone against her clit, while hammering her pussy with pounding strokes. Nyrelle convulsed, back arching and lifting them off the bed as she climaxed with a silent scream. Then the stunning Maliri girl fell limp, eyes rolling back in her head as she passed out from the frenzy of overstimulation.

John grinned with satisfaction, then winced at the dull ache in his four balls, feeling the desperate need to pump their cargo into Nyrelle's conquered womb. He resisted the urge, letting his taut quad rest against the soft swell of her asscheeks and waited for her to come round. Lifting himself from Nyrelle's heaving bust, he shifted back onto his elbows again and took a moment to catch his breath.

Gazing down at her face, he was able to appreciate just how beautiful Nyrelle truly was, with her delicate nose, high-cheekbones, and feminine heart-shaped face. Her long white mane was soaked with sweat, but it was tremendously satisfying to know that she'd got in that state by him fucking her senseless. With her white hair slicked back, he could see her shapely elfin ears, the blue skin a sharp contrast to her glorious snowy mane. As he was admiring her long thick eyelashes, her cobalt-blue eyes fluttered open and she let out a soft sigh.

"Welcome back," he said, cradling her head in both hands. "I lost you for a minute there. You okay?"

Nyrelle let out a throaty laugh, a sound he very much enjoyed. Her laughter also had the delightful side-effect of jiggling her impressive breasts.

She looked at him in sheer, unadulterated awe. "I'll never be the same again... You rocked my world, John."

"It was my pleasure," he replied, letting her pull him down for a kiss.

When they parted lips, she glanced down between them in surprise, gazing at her svelte stomach. "You haven't cum yet!"

He frowned at her. "Deprive you of the grand finale? Never..."

She gave him a loving smile, then wrapped her arms and legs around him. "Don't worry about making me cum this time. Just use me to empty your balls..."

"You sure?" John asked in surprise, shifting position to get more comfortable.

"Absolutely," she purred. "When I've milked this load out of you, then we'll rest for a while. Once you've recovered, there's so many things I want to try... like cowgirl, doggystyle, spanking..."

John chuckled and shook his head in amazement. "You're full of surprises, aren't you!"

Nyrelle's eyes twinkled as she said, "Rachel was very instructive. There was some kind of submissive role she wanted me to play, but I forgot all that as soon as I had you to myself. She got me so horny over the last couple of days... She spent hours talking about all the different ways you've fucked your girls... how you were going to fuck me hard and breed me..."

"She was right," he said, gazing into her eyes as he began to move again.

Nyrelle's breath caught, and she whispered, "Now?"

"No, not yet," he said softly as he stroked inside her. "I need to feed you some cum first, make you hyper-fertile. Later though..."

"I've seen how you look at Tsarra, Leena, and Valani," she whispered, her breath catching. "I want to see that pride in your eyes when you look at me..."

"I want that too," he agreed, losing himself in her enchanting gaze.

Nyrelle could sense the change in the way he was thrusting inside her, with John working towards his own release, rather than concentrating on giving her pleasure. She let out a throaty moan and began to move with him, the movement of her hips subtle and encouraging.

John groaned as he felt her pussy tighten and squeeze him rhythmically, her body snug, warm, and deliciously wet. "You're a natural at this..."

"We're meant to be together," she purred, gazing into his eyes. "You're a Progenitor, I'm a Maliri... the only reason I exist is to take your cum..."

His breath quickened as he recognised the truth in her words - undoubtably straight from Rachel's lips - but a simple truth nonetheless. Increasing his pace, he thrust into her with powerful strokes, enjoying the sheer primal nature of sex with this incredible woman. Nyrelle urged him onwards with soft, sexy cries, her pupils flaring wide as she felt another huge orgasm building from deep inside.

His climactic roar was joined by her scream of release, and cum felt like it was shooting out of his cock like a high-pressure hose as he unloaded in her womb. Nyrelle clung to him desperately, her face contorted into an exquisite mask of pleasure as she bucked against him. Her tummy began to swell as her womb reached capacity, but he'd fed her before and they both knew she could take everything he could give her. By the time he was done, her blue abdomen was stretched into a taut sphere with all the spunk he'd pumped into her.

Carefully easing out of her swollen pussy, John collapsed on the bed, panting for breath. "God damn, woman..." he gasped, his chest heaving. "I can't believe that was your first time..."

Nyrelle flopped her head to one side so she could grin at him, a similar look of disbelief on her own face. "I can't believe you made me wait six weeks!"

Her throaty laughter joined his as they lay sprawled on the bed, both reeling from the raw intensity of their coupling. John was in excellent shape and recovered first, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow so that he could look down at her. He placed his hand on Nyrelle's swollen belly and brushed his fingers in a lazy circle around her navel, the oh-so-familiar caress made all the more thrilling when he realised that soon she'd be this big on her own.

Nyrelle's expression softened as she watched him with big doe eyes, knowing instinctively what he was thinking about. "I want that so much..."

John gave her a rueful smile. "I'm going to love seeing you pregnant, but now I know how amazing you are in bed, I'm really going to miss sessions like this..."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Why can't we keep having sex while I'm pregnant?"

"I'm too big," John said, gently stroking her curved abdomen. "And your womb will be someone's home for the next nine months. We can still have sex, but we won't be able to be quite so wild..."

Nyrelle pouted, looking like someone had taken away her favourite toy. "I loved being stuffed so full of you... I'm going to miss that so much!"

"When the baby's born, we can wait a little while until the next one and have lots of fun," John said, his tone soothing. "We've got an eternity together, there's no real rush."

She smiled at him, then let out a wistful sigh. "When you were all the way inside me, I just felt like I was complete for the first time in my life..."

"That was pretty epic," John agreed, pulling her closer and returning her smile. "Speaking of your life, I don't really know much about your background. Would you tell me a bit more about yourself?"

"Smooth segue," she teased him with a grin.

He tipped an imaginary hat in her direction. "Thank you kindly."

Nyrelle laughed then shook her head. "No."

"No I'm not allowed to thank you, or no you're not going to tell me about yourself?" John asked, raising an eyebrow.

For the first time since he'd known her, Nyrelle's expression turned sombre. "I know you've spoken to the rest of the Young Matriarchs, so you know what it was like for us growing up as a matriarch's youngest daughter. My past is depressing and I refuse to waste a second of our precious time together talking about my horrid bitch of a mother, or my equally vicious sisters."

John leaned down to give her a tender kiss. "I'm so sorry for what you've been through."

"Just forget I have a past. My life wasn't worth living until Edraele rescued me and brought us together..." She brightened and said, "Now I've got a wonderful future to look forward to!"

He felt a surge of sadness for the effervescent young woman and was once again reminded that he really should apologise to Edraele. If not for her actions, misguided as they were, he would likely never have met Nyrelle, leaving her doomed to some horrible fate.

She saw the shadow cross his face and said softly, "Please don't feel sorry for me, I wasn't looking for sympathy. Instead of dwelling on my past, I'd really like to know more about you instead..."

John smiled at her and nodded, pleased to do whatever he could to make the lovely young woman happy. "Sure, what do you want to know?"

"Something you've not told anyone!" she suggested, excitement in her eyes. "Something important from Baen'thelas' past that only I'll know!"

Lost in thought, John lay back on the bed and gazed up at the ceiling. "Something important..." he murmured, racking his brain.

Nyrelle rolled to one side and watched him with anticipation. Whether it was hints of her sad past that prompted him, his mind kept drifting back to one event, no matter how much he tried to think of anything else.

*Sorry ladies, Nyrelle asked that this just be for her,* John said to the telepathic trio listening to his thoughts.

Jade responded instantly. *That's quite alright, Master. Just let me in again whenever you're ready!*

*I understand, it's a lovely gesture,* Edraele replied.

Alyssa's voice rang with sympathy. *If you ever want to talk about it, just let me know...*

Sending them all a grateful telepathic kiss, he blocked the three women from his mind.

Turning to face Nyrelle, he took a deep breath then said, "I don't know how much you know about my past, but my mother went missing just after I was born. I still don't really know what happened to her, not exactly, although Calara managed to piece together most of it. Jessica Blake basically encountered a Progenitor, got pregnant with me, then her crew dragged her home to Terran Space where I was born. We think she murdered her shipmates then ran off to rejoin my father, so I was brought up by my grandparents instead."

The Maliri girl gently stroked his arm. "Edraele told us some of that... I'm sorry, John, that must have been hard not knowing your parents. Please continue if it's not too painful."

John acknowledged her kind words with a smile, but it was tinged with sorrow as he said, "My grandfather was a good man. He cared a great deal for his family, and loved me and my grandmother very much. He never had a cross word for anyone and was always there to listen to my problems, no matter how trivial. He was strong and stoic, never complaining, but always around to help solve any crisis. In all the years I knew him, I never saw him lose his temper or get upset, and he made providing for his family look like it was the easiest thing in the world."

"I was eighteen when I told my grandparents I wanted to join the military. I knew how much they'd hate the idea, having lost their only daughter after she joined up, but I couldn't face the thought of running a restaurant for the rest of my life. I was young and headstrong, eager for adventure, so despite their best efforts to convince me otherwise, I enlisted in the marines."

"It was my last night at home before I was to ship out for the Academy, eager to start my training as a junior officer. I was so excited I could hardly sleep, and after lying awake in bed for hours, I decided to go and get a drink of water. My grandparents were in their sixties back then and they used to be in bed by ten most nights, getting up early the next day to open the restaurant. So when I crept across the landing, trying not to wake them as it was well-past midnight, I was surprised to hear noises coming from downstairs."

"I knew all the creaky floorboards, so I tiptoed down them without making a sound, ready to rush any intruder that had dared to break into our home. It came as a real surprise when I realised that the noise I heard was someone crying, and when I reached the hall, I was stunned to see it was my grandfather in the lounge. He was sitting on the sofa, staring at a picture of my mother, Jessica Blake; it was taken on her eighteenth birthday, the day she enlisted."

"My grandfather had always been so resilient, so to see him sobbing his heart out over his daughter came as a real shock." John's face was filled with remorse as he continued, "Then I suddenly realised that it was my fault. I'd done that to him by enlisting, dredging up all those long-buried feelings of grief and loss. I was the only family they had left and I was following my mother into the military; it must have been like losing Jessica all over again."

"Our relationship changed after that day... it was never quite the same. My grandparents still loved me, but I knew they were disappointed that I'd spurned their dreams of me taking over the family business. They'd been grooming me to run the restaurant for years, but I was just as selfish as my mother and abandoned them, just like she had."

"They sold the business a couple of years before I retired from the marines; I think they gave up all hope that I'd ever come back to it. I can understand how they got that impression, because at that time I was career military all the way. When I did eventually quit and return to civilian life, it was too late. I knew how much they missed that life and I could tell they felt guilty for selling the restaurant, because it had been in the family for generations."

John heaved a long sigh. "So with nothing tying me to home, I bought an old freighter called the Fool's Gold with the money I'd saved and became a trader. With trips out to neighbouring empires taking months at a time, I saw my Grandparents less and less. I always promised myself I'd spend more time with them, but truthfully, visits home became more painful as time went on. They both lost some of their spark when they sold the restaurant and it was sad to see them like that when they'd been such larger-than-life characters. They both passed away last year, so now it's too late to make amends."