Three Square Meals Ch. 096

"Oh congratulations!" Edraele exclaimed with a joyful smile, gently stroking his balls and giving them a kiss.

Alyssa followed suit, lovingly caressing his quad. "Do you know what you're having yet?" she asked brightly.

John shook with laughter and hugged them both when they stood. "Yeah, you're right! It's totally unfair that the father gets left out."

"It's lovely to see you this happy," Alyssa said, grinning as she hugged him back. "Fatherhood definitely agrees with you."

Edraele nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "Just in case you're interested, between the Young Matriarchs and myself, we could provide you with several eager Maliri girls every day for the rest of your life..."

Alyssa's eyes lit up with excitement. "Holy fuck, John! Just imagine it..."

He chuckled and shook his head. "As much as my libido loves that idea, I'll politely decline."

"But... you could have thousands of girls knocked up at the same time!" Alyssa gasped, her pupils widening at the thought. She let out a moan of arousal and pressed herself against him. "Just imagine all those sexy blue pregnant tummies..."

John smiled at them both and pulled them closer. "I'm going to have my hands full with you ladies and your girls. I want to try and be a good father, remember? With a few thousand children they'd only get a couple of seconds of attention!"

Alyssa's cerulean eyes twinkled as he kissed him on the cheek. "That's true, I guess you're already going to be pretty busy with about sixty or so kids."

"Sixty!" John exclaimed in surprise.

"At least," the blonde purred. "There's me and my seven girls, plus Jehanna and Niskera are a distinct possibility..."

"And I want your children just as much as my eight girls," Edraele said softly. "That makes nineteen of us and if we have three or four each..."

"At least sixty..." John marvelled. He frowned then and glanced at each of them in turn. "Maybe we should pace ourselves a bit, it's not like we need to rush to have our family in your childbearing years."

"Our eternally fertile wombs are at your disposal," Alyssa said with a cheeky grin. She gave him a loving kiss then turned and left the shower, "I'll leave you in Edraele's capable hands for now, but thank you for asking me to stay, that was really fun!"

They waved her goodbye and she bounded out of the bathroom, her bronzed body still glistening wet. *Time for a shower with Calara! She desperately needs some TLC after watching you give Nyrelle a good stuffing. You know how much she loves getting fucked doggy-style...*

*Have fun!* he thought back to her.

*Oh, I intend to,* Alyssa replied with a seductive purr. *Tsarra and Leena want to help out!*

John chuckled as he led Edraele out of the shower, then took his time drying her off much to her delight. "I'd like to speak to you for a few minutes, if that's okay, Edraele?"

"Of course, John," she replied, clasping his hand and returning to the bedroom with him. "I actually wanted to speak to you about something too."

They reclined on the bed and John placed a hand on her hip, gently stroking her smooth skin. "You go first."

"No, I'll go last," Edraele replied with a shake of her head. "You'll understand why later."

"Sure," he said amiably. "Firstly, I just wondered how you were getting on with Tashana and Irillith?"

Her beautiful face lit up with joy. "Oh, John! They're such wonderful girls! We've spent hours talking together and they really do forgive me for everything that happened before."

"I spoke to them both about their relationship with you," he said, sliding his hand around her waist to stroke her lower back. "They know you're not the same person any more, but you are still their mother. The three of you are in a unique position to have a completely fresh start and I know both your daughters really want that."

Edraele's rich purple eyes welled up as she said, "I love them so much... I desperately want to make up for the last fifty years!"

He slowly shook his head. "Just be yourself and love them as their mother, that's all they want."

She nodded, leaning in to brush her lips against his. "Thank you... Out of all the wonderful things you've done, helping me reconcile with my daughters means the absolute world to me."

"You're a lovely woman Edraele, with two equally lovely daughters. You all deserve to be happy," he said, embracing her.

They hugged for a while, then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I also wanted to tell you that I'm sorry, for the way I doubted you after the assassinations."

Edraele pulled back and gave him an endearing smile. "There's no need to apologise. Your reaction was quite understandable, I was trying to follow your Progenitor Guide's instructions after all." She looked at him sadly and continued, "Even if you hadn't been forced to hurry away, it would still have taken us several weeks to bring all the Matriarchs under your influence. Many lives would've been lost due to murders and assassinations until you were in a position to enforce your ban on them. Valani especially was in danger of being murdered by her siblings, but they were all at risk; being a member of Maliri nobility is an extremely hazardous occupation."

"How are the girls doing now?" John asked.

Edraele gave him an indulgent look. "You've worked miracles with all of them. They were already effervescent young women, but now they're positively ecstatic!" She sounded wistful as she added, "I'm already happier than I thought possible... I can only wonder how I'll feel when it's time for us to have children together."

He ran his hand over her toned stomach and smiled. "I'll do my best to make sure it's a memorable experience."

She melted into his arms, giving him loving kisses as they lay entwined together. Pulling back a moment, she said, "Thank you so much for Luna..."

"Speaking to her you mean?" John asked, with a smile. "It was my pleasure."

"That and giving her your blessing as my lover," Edraele said softly, nuzzling into him again with tender kisses. "She told me everything you said... it made me love you all the more."

"I'm just sorry I've had to leave you alone for weeks at a time," he said, giving her a rueful frown. "I suppose I'm being selfish with Luna; I feel a little less guilty now that I know she's there to take care of you while I'm away."

"You have responsibilities you have to attend to, I fully understand the burden of leadership. I didn't begrudge you having to race away to save the Terrans from the Kintark, or the Ashanath from the Drakkar, far from it," she said, stroking his face before kissing him again. "But rest assured that Luna and I will take very good care of one another while you're away. Then when you return, perhaps we can show you how grateful we are to you for being so accommodating..."

John reacted to the smouldering look in her eyes, stiffening against her toned stomach. "As wonderful as the last couple of days have been, I would have been just as happy spending them with you."

"Instead of siring children with the Young Matriarchs, you would have bred me several times over, My Lord?" she purred, pressing herself against him. "I was huge when I had the twins in my belly, I can't imagine how enormous I'd be carrying four!"

"Four at once might be a bit excessive," he said with a smile, gazing into her loving eyes. "Wait a second... four? What about Kali?"

Edraele paused for a second then said carefully, "She loves you and really wants you to father her children, but she's a few years younger than the others..."

"...And she's having second thoughts about starting a family right now," John finished for her, nodding his understanding.

Edraele gave him an encouraging smile. "She probably just needs to talk to you about it first. Kali's absolutely besotted with you, so I have a feeling she might get upset with herself if she asks you to wait to get her pregnant. I'll let you speak to her and decide what's best, I know you'll handle the situation delicately."

"No pressure then," John said with a dry chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll make sure we do what's best for her."

"You always do," Edraele replied affectionately, giving him a parting kiss before climbing off the bed. "Thank you for the chat, it was lovely spending more time with you."

John waved his Maliri Matriarch goodbye, then decided to get dressed, having lounged around naked in bed all morning. By the time he was done, he heard the clicking of heels down the corridor and he blinked in surprise as Dana flounced into the bedroom... in her schoolgirl outfit.

"Hello, Sir!" she said with a cheeky grin, posing for him near the foot of the bed.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure, young lady?" John replied gruffly, playing along as he admired her spectacular figure in the very tight clothes.

Dana was wearing her red plaid skirt with a short white blouse, which clung to her chest like a second skin and revealed a tantalising glimpse of her tanned midriff. On top of the blouse she wore a sleeveless grey waistcoat with JP embroidered above her right breast, her bounteous flesh bringing the letters around to the side of her bust, the blouse and waistcoat struggling to cope with her impressive cleavage. The outfit was completed by thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels.

"I haven't seen you in ages, so I wanted to remind you that I need lots of hard lessons if you're going to keep stretching me," she purred, curling her braided hair around her finger. "But today I'm not here about me. I wanted to let you know about a foreign exchange student who just joined us..."

John had been so distracted by the redhead's performance that he missed a second set of heels clicking along the corridor. He didn't miss Kali's entrance though, when she sashayed over to join them, standing beside Dana and posing alluringly. She was wearing an identical outfit with JP also emblazoned across her bust, her blouse fighting another doomed battle with her heaving azure bosom.

He smiled at her and glanced at her straining waistcoat. "Did Dana tell you what those letters stand for?"

Kali blushed and nodded, biting her full lip as she glanced down at the letters hugging her breast. "John's Property... I liked the sound of that very much..."

John reached out to gently brush his fingers across those letters, drawing a gasp from Kali as she felt his touch through the thin waistcoat.

"Be careful, Sir," Dana stage-whispered to him. "I hear these foreign girls are looking to get knocked up... get themselves guaranteed citizenship."

He noticed the almost imperceptible flicker in Kali's expression and realised he probably would have missed it if not for Edraele's warning. Thanking his Maliri Matriarch telepathically, he turned to smile at the excited redhead. "Thanks for introducing us, Dana. I'll make sure to give this young lady all the special care and attention she needs."

Dana's sky-blue eyes sparkled with lust, but she managed to tear herself away, giving them one last longing glance before she turned to leave. John gave her a good smack on her cheeky rump, drawing a startled gasp from the redhead before she giggled and grinned at him.

"Perhaps I'll see you later this week, Sir?" Dana teased as she sauntered towards the door. "Class is a lot bigger now and some of those girls desperately need some discipline..."

"Sounds like something I might need to attend to," John said sternly. He winked at Dana before she left. "Thanks, honey."

As soon as Dana departed, Kali's indigo eyes snapped back to John and he could almost see the excitement and lust pouring off her in waves. He reached for her hands, squeezing them gently in his.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," he said, his voice ringing with sincerity.

She glanced down at her outfit. "Do you really like it? Dana said you love seeing her wear this..."

John nodded, his eyes drawn to the mouth-watering glimpses of blue skin revealed by her tight clothing. "You look good enough to eat..."

Kali giggled and blushed, knowing exactly what he was alluding to.

Sitting on the end of the bed, John repositioned her so Kali was standing in front of him between his legs. He released her trembling hands and brushed the back of his finger across her toned blue midriff. Her breath caught and when he looked up into her eyes, he saw that same look of desire, with just a flicker of apprehension.

"Kali, I have something I'd like to ask you," he said, while gently caressing her tummy. "It's a really huge favour."

"Anything..." she breathed, her pupils flaring.

He smiled at her and shook his head. "You don't have to agree until you've heard what I'm asking."

Her curiosity piqued, she looked at him quizzically. "I can't imagine I'd refuse you anything. What kind of favour is it?"

"I'm sure you saw how much I enjoyed making a baby with the rest of the Young Matriarchs..." he replied, gently massaging her toned belly.

Kali's penetrating indigo gaze didn't waver for an instant, although she let out a faint moan at the intimate caress. "It was very, very exciting..."

"So I hope you can forgive me for asking you something very selfish," John said with a rueful frown.

"Forgive you...?" Kali murmured in confusion.

"It's going to be several months before I start a family with Alyssa, Edraele, and the rest of the girls, so I was wondering... Would you be really offended if I saved you for later?"

"For later?!" Kali blurted out... looking astonished.

John leaned forward to plant a tender kiss on her belly. "Just a few weeks, maybe a month... I was thinking perhaps when I return to Genthalas next? You see, I loved making a baby with those girls so much, I wanted to really savour our time together, let the anticipation build first."

Kali sagged with relief, and laughed as she nodded. "Of course! I don't mind waiting a little bit."

"You're an angel!" John exclaimed, giving her a broad grin.

She giggled and tousled his hair with her fingers, then suddenly froze, understanding flashing across her face. "Edraele... she told you I was having doubts!"

John nodded, realising he was rumbled. "She told me that you weren't completely sure. I know there's a lot of pressure on you to rebuild your House, but you're young, Kali. It's only natural that you might have some reservations about starting a family now."

"So you made up the story about waiting, just to give me more time?" she asked, love shining in her eyes.

He smiled and kissed her tummy again. "I wouldn't say 'made up' exactly. You're a very sexy, very beautiful girl... it's going to be incredibly exciting knowing you're waiting for me to return to Genthalas to start a family. If you still don't feel ready then, just let me know... I'll wait however long you need."

She let out a soft sigh, then leaned down to kiss him. "You're so amazingly kind... thank you."

John glanced at her waistcoat and grinned. "You're my property now and I like to take really good care of my possessions."

Kali laughed and threw her arms around him, giving him a big hug.

John returned it, then rose to his feet when she released him. "Can you swim, beautiful?" he asked curiously.

She nodded, a look of confusion on her lovely face. "Of course... but why?"

"Would you like to visit the Lagoon? I plan to spend the rest of the day making love to you, but I could use a change of scenery. It's beautiful there and I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

"That sounds amazing!" she replied, grinning at him in delight. She glanced down at her schoolgirl outfit. "But what should I do with this? I don't think it's very practical swimwear..."

"You'll definitely need to be nude in the water," John said, studying her with a playful smile. "But bring it with you, it could come in handy later..."

"Okay!" she readily agreed, clasping his hand and accompanying him out of the bedroom.

***

The wing of five Claymores roared through the circular holographic gate, the fighters flying in a perfect V formation. Retro-thrusters flared along their wings and the gunships banked upwards, turning with an agility quite remarkable for a blocky vessel of that size. Their big engines blazed brighter as the wing increased thrust, hurtling towards the next gate in the target circuit at a speed unheard of amongst the Terran Federation military until very recently.

Pivoting on its axis, the wing of fighters performed a looping curve as they changed course towards the next gate. Mid-way to the next circular portal, a derelict assault cruiser configured with simulated target projectors blazed into life, appearing as a Kintark destroyer in the pilots' HUDs. The five fighters opened fire, three Gatling Lasers in each wing sending streams of bright orange laser bolts hammering into the hulk. The Claymores shuddered a second later as the Gauss Cannons built into the fuselage unloaded, sending hyper-accelerated slugs pounding into the battered superstructure.

After executing their strafing run, the ships rolled and pulled up, turning sharply to approach the seventeenth gate on the training course. Unfortunately, the Claymore on the tip of the right wing wavered, the pilot having left the turn too late by a couple of seconds. Despite turning at maximum pitch-rate, the fighter sliced through the edge of the broad holographic ring, which flashed as it detected a collision.

"God fucking dammit!" Murphy snarled, glaring at the red warning sign displayed over his tactical console. He thumped his fist down on the comm interface and said sternly to his wing, "That's it, we're done. Get back to the Zeus..."

"But Leprechaun, only Abbott's claymore hit the ring, the rest of us could still finish the course," Halifax suggested, rubbing his tired eyes.

"No, get back to the Zeus..." Murphy growled again.

They flew back to the Zeus's hangar in silence, Murphy's four wingmen sensing his simmering rage. The five Claymores approached the broad docking area above the banks of launch tubes, following the glowing green flight path projected by the Zeus' flight control system. Anti-gravity buffers slowed their approach and aided by the heavy fighters' retro-thrusters, the ships slowed to a halt, then gently landed on the five landing pads.

The four rookie pilots scrambled to get out of their Claymores, then jogged over to Murphy's loading lift just before the platform started to drop down to the Zeus' flight deck. They removed their helmets then stood at attention as Murphy stalked towards them.

"How many fucking times, Abbott?!" he snapped, shaking his head in disgust at the young woman on the right of their line. "A couple more seconds firing time on the target means fuck all if you end up getting blown to smithereens! What if we'd been threading-the-needle through Kintark cap ships? You'd be dead!"

He pointed towards the stocky brown-haired man standing beside her. "Lincoln never fucks up the timing on a strafing run and he's had half your stick time!" Murphy glowered at the man and continued, "It's just a shame his aim is so fucking awful!"

"And you two..." He whirled around and jabbed a finger at Halifax and Baker. "As soon as Abbott went down then that's when we'd have started dying... you both got so distracted, the formation got scattered all over the fucking place! I will not accept people screwing up and getting killed! We train as an entire team and we keep at it until we get it perfect every goddamn time! If you can't accept that, transfer to someone else's fucking wing!"

The loading lift had dropped down into the maintenance area and the platform locked into place with a clunk. Murphy jerked his thumb at the adjacent maintenance gantry. "Alright, you're dismissed. Get some rest, because we're going out all day tomorrow, starting at oh-seven-hundred hours."

The four weary rookies managed to suppress their groans. After saluting their furious Wing Commander, they walked towards the maintenance gantry with heavy steps and slumped shoulders. They passed a Deck Engineer on their way out, who jogged across the platform towards Murphy and his Claymore.