The Invictus followed the course laid in by Alyssa, making quick and determined progress towards Port Heracles. The communications officer who contacted them sounded surprised that the Assault Cruiser was a civilian vessel, but such things were not totally unheard of. He granted them docking clearance for docking bay four.
The Invictus stalked closer, before gliding into the docking bay under Alyssa's careful hand. It was a tight fit, but with her skilful guidance they avoided any mishaps. Lateral thrusters fired as their ship eased up to the docking gantry, and once they had finally made gentle contact, docking clamps locked them securely into place.
"Nice job," John said, admiring her handiwork.
"Thanks," she said, smiling up at him. "Flying something this huge is so much fun!"
They headed out of the ship across the docking gantry, and then up an elevator into the Spaceport proper. Although not on anywhere near the same physical scale as Olympus Shipyard, this spaceport had a large retail and trading emporium, so saw a lot of traffic from independent traders. Those traders included a broad selection of space-faring aliens, which had Alyssa whirling around wide eyed to take them all in. She gawped at the exotic creatures, marvelling at their bizarre shapes and colouring.
John leaned over to the gawking teen. "Try not to be too obvious," he whispered into her ear quietly. "Some of these species don't like to be stared at."
He smiled as he watched the curious young woman darting furtive glances at the various different aliens, whilst trying to be discreet. He looked around himself, and noted that the Kintark were conspicuously absent.
*Excuse me, young one,* a melodic voice sounded in Alyssa's head. She whirled to see a dark green, solid looking, gelatinous blob stopped at her side, waiting to pass by.
"Oh pardon me!" she exclaimed, before stepping out of the way. The creature squelched past, followed by a pair of robotic humanoid porters that were loaded down with boxes.
*It is of no consequence. Be well, young one,* the kind melodic voice chimed again.
"What was that?" she asked John quietly, as soon as the creature was out of earshot. It had no ears, so she hoped it couldn't overhear.
"That was a Bolon," John explained. "They are a friendly species, but communicating with them is very difficult as they can't speak. They use the robots as interpreters when trading."
"Ah ok, thanks," Alyssa mumbled distractedly. "How very interesting..." she thought to herself.
John led Alyssa to the Terran Federation medical facility where Calara was recuperating. John nodded courteously to a couple of soldiers standing guard outside, and they were ushered into the reception area of the facility. The walls and floor in the facility were blindingly white, which took a little getting used to.
The receptionist was a middle aged woman, who looked up from her work at her console, and smiled at them in welcome.
"Hello, can I help you?" she asked the smartly dressed visitors courteously.
"We're here to see Calara Fernandez," John replied, bracing himself for questions if it turned out that she had been hauled off to the brig.
"Certainly sir, one moment," the receptionist replied, before scanning through a list of names on the console.
"Ah yes," she said, finding Calara amongst the list. "May I see your identification please?" she requested politely. John and Alyssa handed over their IDs', which were scanned by a nearby reader, logging them as visitors.
"Take the elevator up to floor three, Lieutenant Fernandez is in room 347," the receptionist said, passing back their IDs, and pointing to the elevators in the corner of the room. "I'll let her know you're on your way," she added kindly.
John and Alyssa thanked the receptionist and then walked over to take the elevator up to the third floor. The hospital was well sign posted, and they found room 347 easily. John knocked politely on the door.
"Come in!" Calara's excited voice drifted out from the room.
He opened the door, and saw Calara standing by a desk, turning to face them as she closed the call with the receptionist. Alyssa glided past him, and the two young women came together in a warm embrace.
"Oh! It's so good to see you!" Calara gasped, delighted to see her visitors.
"You too!" Alyssa exclaimed, a beaming smile on her face. "You look so much better!"
Calara reached up to touch her nose self consciously, still swollen from the break that had been straightened. Her black eyes had mostly disappeared now, and John could see that the young Latina was actually very pretty. Unfortunately her lack of sleep made her look very tired, with big bags under her eyes.
John moved forward to greet her with a hug, and she moved into his arms, holding him tightly. "Thank you for saving me, both of you," Calara mumbled into his chest. "You don't know how good it is to see you."
Alyssa stepped up behind her, and they both hugged the distraught young woman comfortingly for a while. After some of the tension had relaxed from her shoulders, they stepped away, with John taking the nearby reclining chair, and the girls sitting on the bed.
"So, Calara, can you tell me more about the trouble you're in?" he asked gently.
A dark wave of depression seemed to crash over the poor girl, and her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I'm being charged with 'dereliction of duty', and there's going to be a court martial!" she exclaimed, her voice panicked. Alyssa moved closer, and wrapped an arm around her, supporting her comfortingly.
John took out a small handheld device and connected to the station's security network.
"He said I'd have to answer for my shocking lack of judgement. That I was to blame for the Corvette being boarded, and all those people being killed!" Calara blurted out, on the verge of tears. "I was asleep at the time though! As the junior tactical officer, I had handed over the next shift to Lieutenant Crowe."
John had been searching the judicial log for formal proceedings, but he could find nothing logged in relation to Calara Fernandez.
"Who is 'He'?" John asked curiously.
Calara shuddered with revulsion. "Commander Rupert Grant. He's in charge of Port Heracles, and has jurisdiction of this sector. He was my commanding officer for a while, before I requested a transfer."
Alyssa guessed there was probably more to this story, as she watched the Latina visibly withdraw into herself. "Why did you ask for a transfer?" she prompted Calara gently, whilst rubbing her arm encouragingly.
Calara's eyes were downcast and she looked ashamed. "He... He kept coming on to me. I kept telling him no, so he threatened to end my career if I wouldn't go out with him. Then Commander Jericho arrived at the station on the Corvette Griffon, so I applied for an immediate transfer. He accepted, and I joined his crew the next day."
"This Grant guy didn't take that well then, I guess?" Alyssa asked speculatively.
"No. When I told him about the transfer, he was furious. He swore at me a lot, and called me all sorts of things," Calara said, blushing with embarrassment.
John's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I think it's time I met Commander Grant," he said ominously.
They calmed Calara down, reassuring her that everything would be fine, and promising they would be back shortly. She watched them leave, biting a nail nervously.
Alyssa followed along besides John as he strode angrily towards the elevator. He was absolutely fuming with rage, and she had never seen him like this before.
*Fucking with someone who has PTSD!* he snarled to himself. *What the fuck does he thinks he's playing at?!*
Alyssa decided to let John focus on the situation at hand and stayed quiet. She matched his pace as they stormed out of the medical facility, then walked briskly to the Station Commander's office in the main Terran Federation military compound at the Star port. Alyssa tuned in to John's inner voice, and was pleased when he calmed down, finally deciding against shooting the Station Commander. John swiped his ID at the entrance to the compound, and the guards waved him inside.
They travelled through a number of corridors in the base until they finally reached the Commander's office. John opened the door without knocking, and strode purposefully into the reception area.
A pinch faced man in a naval uniform looked up, and saw that two civilians had entered his office. "Yes, what do you want?" he said, making no attempt to hide his irritation.
"My name's John Blake. I'm here to see Commander Grant, about Calara Fernandez," John informed the adjutant through clenched teeth.
The man tutted in annoyance, before pressing a button on a console. "There's a John Blake here to see you about Lieutenant Fernandez, Sir," he said obsequiously.
There was a few moments pause before a voice on the intercom said "Send him in."
John and Alyssa walked towards the door, only for Alyssa to be stopped by the adjutant's raised hand. "Not you miss, you can wait there," he sneered, pointing at a nearby chair. She was relieved John didn't carry through with his fleeting desire to break the man's arm. Well a bit, anyway.
"I won't be long," John said to Alyssa, before he turned back and opened the door on the other side of the office, before walking in.
Alyssa watched John enter the room, and saw a portly man in his 50's slouched behind a desk.
"Ahh, the irrepressible Mr Blake. I read about your exploits in Lieutenant Fernandez's report, but I'm surprised to find you aren't eight foot tall and breathing fire. What can I do for you?" Commander Grant sneered.
"Shut the fuck up and scan this," John demanded in a tone that brooked no argument, as he tossed his military ID on to the Station Commander's desk. He closed the door behind him, cutting off Alyssa's view.
They were in there for what seemed like forever to the impatient teenager, who desperately wanted to know what was happening. She found that she was too far away to listen in to John's thoughts, so the silence was maddening. The adjutant kept throwing salacious glances her way, and she suddenly realised the reason why he had asked her to wait behind. She deliberately ignored him and tried her best to wait for John's return.
Eventually the Station Commander's door was thrown open, and John strolled out. Alyssa glanced inside the room as she got up to join him, and saw the corpulent Rupert Grant slumped in his chair, his face a mask of fear and dread. The couple walked away quickly, eager to escape from the horrible men.
"I've sorted it out," John said to a relieved Alyssa. "We just need to speak to Calara, and find out what she wants to do."
They walked back to the medical facility, eager to bring the good news to the troubled young woman.
***
Meanwhile back at the medical facility, Calara thrashed around violently on her bed, gripped in a terrifying nightmare.
It had been such a relief to see her two saviours again, and she had felt safe and protected when in their presence. When they had gone, she found herself fighting off waves of exhaustion, and had curled up on the bed to try to get some sleep.
The nightmare started as it normally did. The horrific screams gurgled to a halt as the second crewmate died horribly at the hands of the Largath.
"It's all my fault!", Calara berated herself. "Those women, and all the other crew died because of me!"
The twisted faces of the surrounding pirates loomed large before her dazed eyes, leering at her and baying for blood. A crude spear was thrust into her hand, and she was dropped awkwardly into the pit to face the hideous creature. Her back was a sheet of agony from where she had been flogged by that demented cyborg, and she struggled to find her footing again as the Largath approached.
She waved the metal pole in front of her, desperate to keep the rampant beast at bay. It was deceptively fast for something so huge, and she had to work hard to keep out of its grasp, as it lunged at her time and again. She misjudged one strike, and the Largath whipped it's arm to the side, catching her in the chest. There was a sickening crunch as her ribs broke, and she sailed through the air before landing on her back, the wind knocked out of her. Frantically trying to regain her breath, she struggled to her feet as the creature came forward, roaring to the cheering pirates, showboating for them...
"Bzzzzt!"
The insistent buzzing of the intercom woke up the terrified girl, and she was desperately relieved to escape from the nightmare, her heart racing and her chest heaving for breath. She steadied herself before answering the call, and was overjoyed when It was the receptionist again, informing her that John and Alyssa were back. Her heart lifted at the thought of seeing them, and she darted over to the door to watch out for their arrival.
John and Alyssa left the elevator, and turned to walk towards room 347. They saw Calara's hopeful face looking around the door to her room, and she beamed a big smile when she saw them. She stepped out into the corridor, and ushered them in to her room.
They walked into Calara's room, and John turned her to face him. "It's over," he stated simply, looking into her big brown eyes as she stared up at him hopefully. "You won't have to face any charges, and there's not going to be a Court Martial. None of what happened was your fault."
Calara's face crumpled with relief as she fell into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. He held her in a warm embrace, being careful not to aggravate the young woman's healing wounds. Alyssa stood at his side, and stroked the brunette's long dark hair comfortingly, her face filled with compassion. They stood like that for some time, until Calara was able to regain her composure. She looked up at them both, with sincere gratitude on her face.
"Thank you," Calara said fervently.
"You're welcome," he replied, as he held her in his arms.
John felt a lump in his throat. This poor girl had been through so much, and then that asshole Grant had made things so much worse. This was serious, he realised suddenly. He needed to report what had happened, and he couldn't do it from here using the Port Heracles comm network, as Grant might be monitoring outbound traffic.
"I need to report what happened here," John said apologetically, as the blonde and brunette looked up at him. "Grant isn't going to get away with the way he's treated you."
"It's ok, I'll look after her," Alyssa said kindly, as she smiled at the other young woman.
They agreed that he would come back to meet them after he had visited the ship, and he left Alyssa hugging Calara, murmuring to her soothingly. He made his way back to the Invictus, so that he could use its powerful communication relay to contact Terran Federation Command.
***
A short while later, John stood deep in thought, as he took the elevator back up to the Space port. He had made his report and recorded his detailed allegations against Commander Rupert Grant. He had lost some friends to PTSD in the past; good men, their lives taken by their own hand. He would be damned before he let anything like that happen to this young woman. The elevator door opened, and he was surprised to run into Calara and Alyssa as they walked towards him from the space port.
"Second Lieutenant Calara Fernandez reporting for duty, Sir!" The pretty Latina said formally, before snapping a sharp salute and standing rigidly at attention.
"What...?" John said, surprised by her actions.
"I told Calara we had a vacancy in our ship's roster, after my recent promotion," Alyssa told him, her beautiful blue eyes flashing mischievously. "She just agreed to join us!"
"Now wait just a minute!" John blurted out, remembering Alyssa's old job title.
"Uh-uh Commander!" Alyssa admonished him playfully, waving a finger from side to side. "As your Executive Officer, I'm in charge of all recruitment."
John was about to speak again, but she cut off his forthcoming objection with a piercing gaze that startled him into silence.
"Second Lieutenant Fernandez here, graduated top of her Academy class, specialising in naval tactics," Alyssa said, before she turned to face Calara. "Lieutenant, summarise your career for the Commander, please."
"I joined the Terran Federation Navy at sixteen and spent two years at the Academy. My first posting was at Port Heracles, before I transferred to the Corvette Griffon," Calara informed him, standing at attention, while listing off the achievements and citations of her fledgling career.
"Besides," Alyssa continued, once Calara had finished. "The Invictus has a lot of big guns. I don't know anything about ship to ship combat, do you?"
John paused, mulling this surprising turn of events over in his mind. He was a Marine at heart, specialised in ship boarding and infantry tactics. He realised he had subconsciously shied away from anything to do with the Invictus' gun batteries, feeling a little wary of their massive firepower. A Tactical officer could actually prove to be very useful, and he came to his decision quickly.
"Welcome aboard Lieutenant!" he said to Calara, snapping her a crisp salute, and then smiling at her warmly. The pretty Latina returned his salute, and then smiled back at him happily as she relaxed.
"Yay!!" Alyssa squealed, rushing forward to embrace her friend in a hug. Calara returned the beautiful blonde's enthusiastic embrace, wincing slightly at the sharp pain in her ribs.
"Oh, sorry!" Alyssa apologised, before quickly releasing her.
They walked over to the window overlooking the docking bay, which offered Calara her first view of her new home. The Assault Cruiser loomed in front of them, taking up most of the view, and Calara took in the intimidating sight of the many weapon banks bristling along the ship's hull.
"Oh yeah..." she said in a low voice, her head nodding appreciatively, as her mouth formed a wide grin.
"Come on, let's get you settled in. You're going to be so happy here, I promise!" Alyssa said eagerly.
The two girls strolled hand in hand towards the elevator that would take them down to the docking gantry, and John watched the departing eighteen year olds for a moment, before he moved forward to scoop up Calara's duffel bag. He carried it easily over one shoulder, and followed behind them to the lift.
The elevator took a couple of seconds to take them down to the docking gantry, and then the trio walked briskly towards the towering hull of the Invictus. Alyssa pressed her hand against the DNA reader, and the airlock spiralled open for them welcomingly. They walked inside and headed up to the officer's quarters, while Calara recounted what had happened while John had gone back to the ship.
"So, after Alyssa offered me the job as Tactical Officer on board the Invictus, I called Commander Grant to request the transfer. He offered me an indefinite leave of absence!" she exclaimed, still shocked by how eager he had been to help. "That means I can stay on the ship for as long as you guys want me here," she added with a happy sigh.
Alyssa grinned at John over the excited brunette's head as they walked along the corridor on Deck Two. He smiled back at her, both of them pleased to see Calara's dramatically improved mood. They reached the end of the corridor, and Alyssa pressed the button on the door to the left of the Commander's room.
"Our room is just over here, so I'd like you to have this one," Alyssa said, as the door to the officer's room swished opened quietly. "Then we'll be close by if you need anything," she added considerately.
Calara nodded her head agreeably and they walked into the room. "Wow these quarters are huge! This room must be at least three times as big as my berth on the Griffon," she exclaimed excitedly, as she looked around the corner. "And my own bathroom too!"
"Decorate it how you like, but please keep it nice and tidy!" Alyssa said, while smiling at her warmly.
"Yes Ma'am," Calara replied respectfully, as John placed her duffle bag full of possessions next to the door.
Alyssa's musical laughter filled the room. "There's no need for all that military stuff, except when making fun of John!" she said with a grin, as she winked at the brunette mischievously.
John grabbed the playful blonde, and tickled her relentlessly until she begged for mercy, while Calara watched them with a bemused smile on her face. John eventually let Alyssa go, and she panted for breath.
"Come on you two, let's go have some dinner," John suggested amiably.
"Yes, Sir," Calara replied automatically, before catching Alyssa's mock disappointed frown.
"Yes... John. That would be lovely," she answered again, glancing at Alyssa for approval, who smiled back at her happily.
John laughed at the blonde good naturedly. "I thought the Executive Officer was supposed to enforce discipline amongst my crew?"
Alyssa looked at him archly. "I thought we discussed what my main role was supposed to be?"
John flushed with embarrassment. "Very good, XO," he coughed lightly.
They walked off to the Officer's lounge, all three of them enjoying the playful banter. This was such a change from the rigid discipline enforced on Terran Federation ships, that it came as a bit of a shock to Calara. She soon relaxed though, with both John and Alyssa putting her at ease with their welcoming friendliness. They enjoyed a great dinner, and it turned out John was an excellent cook when he put his mind to it. The trio then relaxed in the comfy chairs of the officer's lounge.
"This ship is amazing" Calara sighed contentedly, before looking over at John. "You really own this yourself?"
He nodded and grinned happily at her. "After my service in the military, I worked as a trader for eleven years and finally made a big score. This... " He spread his arms wide "Was the result."
"Plus he got me in the bargain," Alyssa said as she smiled at him playfully.
"I guess I did," John said with a chuckle, and they looked at each other fondly.
Calara stifled a big yawn, and then looked up at them apologetically.
"Sorry to bore you," Alyssa joked with her.
"No, no! I'm just really tired!" Calara answered hurriedly, worried that she had offended them.
"Relax, I'm only joking," Alyssa said gently, and smiled at the brunette reassuringly.
"Come on ladies," John smiled at them both "It's probably time for bed anyway."
He stood and then offered each his hand gallantly. Both girls accepted and rose to join him, before they walked back down the long corridor to the other end of the Officer's Deck. John and Alyssa stopped at Calara's door, and the exhausted brunette half stumbled into her room.
"Remember, just come and ask if you need anything," Alyssa said pleasantly. Calara nodded her thanks, and the couple left her to get settled in and departed into the Commander's quarters.
Calara went into her bathroom and completed her night-time routine, before collapsing onto the big comfortable bed. She struggled out of her clothes and pulled on a big comfy T-shirt, before crawling under the covers and turning out the light. Even though she was tired out, and badly needed to rest, she was scared of the terrifying nightmare that had plagued her every night for the last two weeks. She lay in bed, half dozing but desperately resisting the call of sleep.
She was roused from her half-awake state by the sound of an excited gasp. Calara looked at her clock and saw that it was eleven at night, and she realised had been lying there for around an hour. She mulled over the life changing events of the day, which brought a hopeful smile to her face, when she heard the unmistakeable sound of a lusty moan. Her mind immediately recalled that time back on the Fool's Gold, when she had stumbled across Alyssa pleasuring the handsome Commander.
Feeling a little guilty, but unable to resist the siren call of the enticing feminine sighs coming from the other room, Calara got up and padded to her door. She had been so tired, she had forgotten to close her door earlier, and she saw that the door to Alyssa and John's room had been left open too.
"Alyssa probably did that in case I needed anything," Calara thought to herself, shaking her head in wonder. "How can someone so impossibly beautiful, be so kind and caring as well?"
"You shouldn't peek on them after they've been so welcoming," The good angel that popped into existence on Calara's shoulder reasoned piously.
"But John's so handsome and Alyssa is so beautiful," The naughty devil on the other shoulder countered mischievously. "What would it hurt to take a quick peek? Besides, Alyssa didn't seem to mind last time!"
The devil had it. The angel couldn't counter that kind of foolproof argument. Calara crept forward and looked into their room, and her breath caught at the sight in front of her.
John was on his back, with his head towards her, as the dim light in the room cast shadows over his muscular chest. Alyssa was riding him like a cowgirl, and her slim, tanned body moved gracefully as she rocked back and forth slowly. John's hands cupped the beautiful teenagers big firm breasts, and the pink nipples seemed to point towards Calara enticingly, as though begging to be kissed. Alyssa was leaning forward, her lustrous mane of golden hair flowing around her as she moved. It was clear they were trying to stay quiet, but the couple couldn't help but make little gasps or moans when something felt too good.
Calara's thighs ground together, and she felt a surge of arousal wash over her for the first time in weeks. She let out an excited little moan as she watched them with growing excitement.
John was oblivious, totally absorbed with the ravishing young beauty who was riding his painfully hard cock so wonderfully. Alyssa however, heard the quiet moan from the doorway, and looked up under her shroud of blonde hair to see Calara silhouetted in the doorway. Alyssa raised herself up slightly, putting on more of a show for the voyeuristic Latina, and writhed smoothly on John's lap. She noticed Calara's hand slipping down between her legs to rub herself in time with Alyssa's rhythmic motion, and she watched the gorgeous brunette with growing excitement. The beautiful blonde sat up and tilted her head back, brushing her long, lustrous hair away from her face with both hands. She then looked forward and glanced over at Calara, making eye contact with the brunette.
The sight of Alyssa riding John so passionately, had Calara quivering with excitement, and she watched them with feverish eyes as she brought herself closer to climax. Suddenly she noticed that the gorgeous blonde was looking right at her, watching her rub her pussy. Letting out a frightened squeak, and flushing with embarrassment, she made to bolt for her own room, but something in Alyssa's piercing cerulean gaze had her rooted to the spot.
"Come join us, beautiful," Alyssa purred seductively, and beckoned the shy Latina over to them warmly. John tilted his head back to see what was happening, suddenly aware of their late night visitor. Alyssa pressed a finger gently to John's lips with the other hand, silencing any objections, before leaning in close to whisper in his ear "She needs this John."
Calara moved forward hesitantly, transfixed by those perfect blue orbs, which invited her in.
"That's right, there's a good girl" Alyssa crooned comfortingly as she slid up and off John's massive shaft, before pivoting gracefully, and landing smoothly on her feet by the side of the bed. She walked towards the brunette, her poise and grace reminding Calara of a catwalk model.
The beautiful blonde reached out to take the lovely brunette's hand, and she led her back to their bed. They turned to face one another, and Calara gasped when Alyssa moved her hands forward to take the bottom of the oversized t-shirt, and gently pulled it over her head. The hypnotic effect of those incredible blue eyes was momentarily broken, but Alyssa moved in and kissed Calara gently, reinforcing her bewitching hold over the brunette. Calara moaned into Alyssa's mouth as the two kissed tenderly, both of them exploring lovely soft feminine lips for the first time.
John was stunned by the recent turn of events. He had tried to object when Alyssa had beckoned over Calara, worried as he was about her fragile state, after all the trauma she had experienced over the last two weeks. He sat up and turned to face them as Calara came over to the side of the bed, hand in hand with the blonde teenager he loved so much.
He had to stifle his own gasp as Alyssa removed the T-shirt from Calara, and the two moved together to kiss softly. They held each other tenderly, and their youthful breasts pressed together as they held each other, relishing their first kiss.
This was the first time John really had a chance to study Calara's body in a sexual light, his previous worry for the young woman overriding any such thoughts. She was smaller than Alyssa, probably about 5'6" compared to the 5'9" of the statuesque blonde. She was slim and athletic which he liked, but she was looking thinner than when he had first met her, the strain of the last two weeks taking their toll. Finally, her breasts were a lot smaller than the blondes, probably about a 30B if he guessed right.
John's cock throbbed with excitement as he watched the beautiful sight before him. The girls obviously held great affection for each other, and it was wonderful to see them express it physically. Their full, soft lips brushed over each other lightly, their tongues darting out teasingly as they kissed passionately.
Alyssa sighed with happiness as Calara moaned into her mouth breathily. She was bigger than the lovely brunette and she felt protective of the smaller woman. "I wonder if this is how John feels with me?" she asked herself, glancing to the side, to see her man drinking in their bodies as they made out in front of him. Alyssa leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss.
"Poor John, we've forgotten about him," she said quietly, as she turned and climbed on to the bed, holding Calara's hand so that she would follow.
"Don't you want to show John how much you care about him too?" she asked the lovely Latina.
Calara nodded in agreement, and climbed on to the bed, moving forward to face her handsome saviour. John brushed her long dark hair away from her face so that she could look him in the eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked her gently, cupping her cheek tenderly.
"He's still looking out for me, even now," Calara thought to herself, as she moved forward to kiss him passionately.
John cradled the lovely brunette in his arms as he kissed her fervently, and her darker skin excited him tremendously, being such an exotic contrast to the fairer skinned blonde.
Alyssa sat to their side, and watched lovingly as the two explored each other's lips for the first time. This felt so right to the blissfully happy blonde, and with a contented sigh, she knew the brunette would fit in with them both perfectly. She watched them kiss passionately, waiting until they paused momentarily to take a breath.
Alyssa leaned forward to whisper in the Latina's ear. "Would you like to taste me?" she asked her seductively.
Calara's eyes opened wide at the thought, and she nodded tentatively, so Alyssa leaned forward and their lips made contact again. "You're such a good girl, and so lovely," the blonde murmured to the brunette.
Calara glowed with the praise, and kissed her back fiercely. John watched up close as the two girls made out passionately only inches in front of him, and he could hear every breathy moan, every sigh, every gasp of delight. His rock hard cock throbbed with excitement, hard as steel, and he couldn't recall being this turned on before.
Alyssa eased back from Calara and then guided the brunette to her knees in front of John, his massive cock throbbed, as though pleading for attention.
"You saw me with him," she said to the brunette gently, to which Calara nodded, blushing slightly. "Well he's coated with me," Alyssa added, seeing the light of understanding go on in Calara's soulful brown eyes.
The Latina smiled coyly, and then moved over John's cock, parting her lips into a wide oval. She leaned forward, and carefully enveloped his broad head in her mouth, while licking him with her tongue. Alyssa watched intently, feeling incredibly turned on as the brunette sucked gently on John's cock, her tongue lapping away at the throbbing hardness filling her mouth. John's balls were overjoyed when his burgeoning prick started to receive attention once again, and they served up some fresh pre-cum for this new teenager to savour.
Alyssa leaned down and kissed the side of John's shaft, just below where Calara worked on the head. She licked and caressed him with her tongue as she watched the brunette's eyes grow dazed and heavy lidded. Soon the Latina's brown eyes were closed, and she began to bob in his lap rhythmically, brushing up against the blonde's face.
Alyssa backed away to let the Latina go to work, watching from close by. She saw the girl pause when he reached the back of her mouth, unable to fit it in her throat. The lovely brunette seemed determined however, and she seemed to visibly relax, all the while sucking gently on his length. Eventually she moved forward again, swallowing this time, and coaxed the heavy girthed cock down her throat. Alyssa reached forward to gently cup Calara's neck, as she felt John's shaft make steady progress. She marvelled at the way the girl's slim neck bulged out, accommodating the thick tool that was now thrust down her gullet. John eased all the way back, and Calara took a deep breath before swallowing him down again.
Alyssa moved to stand by John's side so she could whisper in his ear, her big firm breasts sandwiching his left arm between their taut flesh. "This is so fucking hot," she gasped into his ear softly. "Did I look like that when you broke me in?"
John's brow was furrowed with concentration as the brunette pleasured his shaft, massaging him as she swallowed "You were smaller... tighter... had to be very careful," he replied with a groan.
Alyssa slipped a finger between her thighs, and stroked her swollen clit. She came instantly. "Oh my God!" she moaned in his ear, and the wonderful sound of an orgasming young woman nearly made him cum there and then.
"You own me now, John," she gasped devotedly. "I'm yours forever, if you'll have me?"
John grunted his agreement, grabbing the beautiful blonde so that he could kiss her fiercely. Alyssa broke the kiss for a moment, looking down to stroke Calara's head as she sucked mindlessly and rhythmically on John.
"Do you want to own her too?" Alyssa asked him heatedly. John moaned and could only nod silently, as his hips thrust gently into Calara's eagerly sucking mouth.
"Then fill her belly up John. Show me what we'll look like when you impregnate us both!" Alyssa urged him passionately.
"Oh, Fuck!" John yelled as his balls flexed, and he began to shoot long spurts of cum into the compliant Latina's awaiting stomach. Her slim tummy filled out immediately and she sucked rhythmically, as though determined to get every last drop of his seed.
Alyssa's eyes widened, her pupils dilating, as she felt the climactic wave overcome John. Her thighs ground together, and her hips twitched as she joined him in the explosive orgasm. The trio collapsed in a heap, completely spent, curling up together as they panted for breath.
When John and Alyssa had recovered, they looked down at Calara who was now fast asleep between them, and they glanced over her to smile at each other lovingly. They manoeuvred the comatose young woman into the middle of the bed, and then lay down beside her on either side, reaching out to gently stroke her hugely swollen belly.
John woke up the next morning with a young woman in his arms. He was spooned behind her, and enjoyed the feel of her slim, toned body against him. He moved his hand up to cup Alyssa's big firm breast in his exploring hand, but instead found himself cupping smaller but still delightfully pert and pliant flesh. He opened his eyes to see dark brown hair instead of blonde in front of his eyes, and it took him a moment to remember the events of last night.
Alyssa's face suddenly appeared above Calara's head, and he looked up into her bright blue eyes as she smiled down at him, looking happy and content. They rested together on either side of the young Latina, both feeling protective of the peacefully slumbering brunette.
***
Calara had fallen into a deep sleep, and the nightmare started as it normally did, with the second crewmate dying at the hands of the Largath.
"It wasn't my fault," she suddenly reminded herself. "Those women and all the other crew died because of the evil pirates, and there was nothing I could have done to prevent it."
A crude spear was thrust into her hand, and she was dropped into the pit. She waved the metal pole in front of her, to keep the Largath at bay as it lumbered towards her. Suddenly there was a blinding flash above her and two angels seemed to appear in the glow. The heartbreakingly beautiful angel was surrounded by a golden halo, and she pointed at the Largath as it lurched around the cargo bay. It's head exploded and it keeled over on its side, never to bother Calara again. The handsome angel scooped her up in his strong arms.
"You're safe now, no-one will hurt you again," he said comfortingly, as they carried her away.
Calara felt safe, warm, and loved, as the young woman fell into a deep untroubled sleep.
***
John and Alyssa stretched as they got up, and out of bed. John kissed the beautiful blonde, smiling happily before heading to the bathroom, while Alyssa stayed behind, as she wanted to see how their new bed mate was doing.
The worry lines had smoothed out on Calara's face and she slept like a baby, tucked up in the comfortable bed. Alyssa checked the girls back, and saw that the horrific welts and lacerations were healing nicely, the angry red marks not nearly so inflamed as they had been last night. Careful not to wake her, she walked around the other side of the bed to check the Latina's face. She noted that the fading black eyes had disappeared completely, and the swelling on her nose had gone down a bit too.
"Perfect," she said to herself quietly, nodding in satisfaction.
This was working exactly as she had hoped, and she turned to follow John into the shower. She found her lover standing there, enjoying the feel of the warm water as it flowed down over his face. She slid in behind him, and wrapped him in a warm hug, her heart full of love for her man.
The couple left Calara to rest and went to the Officer's lounge to go and get some breakfast. John was pleased when Alyssa joined him in eating a hearty breakfast, and was then surprised when she made no move to go down on him like she normally did every morning.
Alyssa laughed gaily, and cupped his face lightly in her hand, smiling at him affectionately. "I think I've spoiled you!" she said while grinning at him.
John looked a bit abashed, and started to mumble an apology, but Alyssa cut him off. "If you're really horny, of course you can have me any way you like," she offered sincerely. "But I'd prefer you to save up a big load and give it to Calara when she wakes up."
"Give it to Calara?" John asked, with a confused look on his face. "Why?"
Alyssa stood silently and lifted her figure hugging top, revealing the lovely bronzed skin of her toned abdomen. She turned slightly to her left, showing him her right flank. "What do you see?" she asked, watching him carefully.
John looked closely, wondering what the beautiful young woman was getting at. He ran his hand over her side, but all he could see and feel was her absolutely perfect, unblemished skin.
"You're flawless honey. Other than your gorgeous body, I can't see anything out of the ordinary," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, admitting defeat.
"I grew up in abject poverty, surrounded by fighting black market gangers," Alyssa explained as she pulled off her top completely, showing him acres of flawless perfection. "There's no way my skin should be this clear. Shouldn't there be a few scars here or there?"
John nodded, "Sure, that makes sense, but there aren't any."
"Exactly," Alyssa confirmed, with a satisfied grin.
John laughed loudly. "Sorry, honey. All the fun from last night must have made me a bit dense this morning. Could you explain it for me, using small words please."
Alyssa smiled at him lovingly. She remained standing and showed him her right flank again. "When I was fourteen, I was caught up in a street fight. Some hood with a knife stabbed me here," she said as she pointed to an area of unblemished skin. "I had a scar that went from here... to here," she added, as she traced a line just above her right hip.
"It wasn't that noticeable unless you looked closely, but now it's gone completely," she said, looking at him to see if he understood.
"Light gunshot wound - right arm, burn - left wrist, mole - lower back..." Alyssa said as she began to list her scars and imperfections, pointing to the unblemished locations on her body. "All gone," she added, as if that explained everything.
John finally realised what she was saying. "So you had all these scars, but now they've gone, and you think its linked to the changes in your body?"
Alyssa nodded emphatically. "Yes, exactly," she agreed, reaching between his legs to gently stroke his quad. "I think these gave me the full body makeover, and healed all my scars at the same time."
"And now you're hoping the same will happen to Calara?" he stated.
"Mmm-hmm," she nodded, agreeing with him.
"I'll wait," he smiled happily, glad he might be able to really help the young Latina's physical recovery.
The beautiful blonde smiled at him lovingly and leaned over to give him a big kiss.
"So aside from topping up Calara, what's our plan now?" she asked curiously.
"Well I thought we might head back to Karron," John said cautiously, watching Alyssa carefully for her reaction. "I know you were desperate to leave there before, but when I bought the last load of Tyrenium I could only afford 10 tons, and I know the mine still had a bit more. It would be worth our while going back to pick that up, even if it's just a couple of tons."
Alyssa didn't react aversely, she just seemed to be turning things over in her mind.
"Is that ok with you then, honey?" he asked, to make sure she had heard him.
"Oh, sorry," she apologised. "I was just thinking about something I left behind there. Sure, a trip back sounds great!"
They headed up to the bridge, and Alyssa laid in a new course to Karron. She hit the button on her console, and the large holographic display showed the winding path through the stars.
"There we go, 11.9 days!" she said, satisfied that she couldn't reduce the journey time any further.
"That journey took me over 4 weeks in the Fool's Gold!" John exclaimed, marvelling at the difference his talented young companion, and their powerful new ship had made.
"You're welcome!" Alyssa smiled at him, tipping an imaginary hat, causing John to laugh at her mimicry of him. "Permission to get under way Commander?" Alyssa asked politely.
"Take us out of here XO," John said, as he smiled at the beautiful young woman.
Alyssa grinned happily and flipped the switch to release the docking clamps. She clicked a couple more buttons, and the engines throbbed with power, as the massive cruiser glided out of the docking bay under her smooth and steady hand. The 500 metre long behemoth pivoted elegantly, in a manoeuvre that seemed unnaturally graceful for a ship of that size, and then leapt forward as Alyssa engaged full drive power. They reached the Nav-beacon in what seemed like no time, before the cruiser eagerly clawed its way into hyper warp.
"We better get back to Calara," John said, looking at the ships chronometer. "fourteen hours are nearly up."
"Can't wait to round out that lovely coffee coloured tummy again, eh?" Alyssa smirked at him teasingly.
"You're such a vixen!" John exclaimed as he laughed. "You know I just want to make sure she's ok."
"I know, that's why I love you!" The beautiful blonde said, standing eagerly. "Come on, let's go see how sleeping beauty is doing."
They didn't have to wait much longer before Calara started to stir. Her eyes fluttered awake, and it took her a moment to realise where she was. When the events of last night began to flood back to her, she huddled into the covers, blushing with embarrassment.
"Hello there," Alyssa smiled at her warmly. "How are you feeling?"
"A bit thirsty," Calara mumbled, self conscious to find herself in Alyssa's bed.
As if on cue, John appeared with a chilled glass of water and handed it to her carefully. "There you go, honey. Drink this, you'll feel a lot better." he told her soothingly.
Calara took the glass from his hand and gulped down the water gratefully. Her throat felt parched, and the soothing chilled water felt amazing. As she finished drinking, a small drip of water fell from the condensation on the glass, and landed on Calara's right breast, the cold water making her gasp as it slid down her warm skin.
"Let me get that for you," Alyssa offered, and she leaned forward to lick the water droplet off the Latina's breast with a salacious flourish of her tongue. This caused Calara to gasp again, this time in shock at the brazen blonde's actions. The glass jerked in her hand, causing more water to drip, but this time on to her other olive toned breast.
"Mmm, there's some for you as well, John," Alyssa pointed out helpfully.
John climbed on to the bed, and looked into Calara's eyes as he moved forward to lick the water droplet from her other breast. Gradually her shocked expression relaxed, and she sighed contentedly as he continued to lick her skin with long, drawn out motions of his tongue. Alyssa moved back to join them, and gently pulled down the covers, fully exposing the Latina's erect nipples. The hard little buds were begging to be kissed, and John and his beautiful blonde assistant each took one in their mouths.
"Oh God!" Calara groaned helplessly, as they suckled on her nipples. The contrast between their slightly different tongue technique was driving her mad with lust, and she held the backs of each of their heads, holding them firmly to her bust as she writhed under their ministrations. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she gasped and moaned in pleasure.
Alyssa began to kiss lower, moving steadily down the young brunettes body. She held John's gaze as she trailed kisses over the Latina's coffee coloured stomach, her eyes lusty and suggestive. The gorgeous blonde moved nimbly between Calara's twisting legs, and smoothly spread them open, exposing the girl's sex. Calara gasped in shock, but that quickly turned into helpless moans, as John moved up to kiss her passionately, and Alyssa ran her delicate tongue over the woman's labia.
Calara groaned ecstatically, as the blonde began to lap at her clit with gentle strokes of her tongue, and the brunette kissed John mindlessly as her senses were overloaded. Soon Alyssa's skilfully probing tongue had the lovely Latina arching her back as she came hard, and she clasped John tightly while kissing him fiercely. The couple let her ride out her orgasm, before they moved up to settle on either side of her, holding her protectively between them. The lovely Latina could only shudder with the aftershocks, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to regain her breath.
"You looked like you enjoyed that," John said to Calara, feeling proud of Alyssa's performance. His cock throbbed painfully, and he was very turned on from watching the stunning blonde teenager between her equally young friend's legs.
"That was so good, I've never come that hard before!" Calara gasped, staring at the two of them, her eyes open wide in amazement.
Alyssa kissed the bewildered girl gently ."You looked amazing when you came." she said softly.
Calara relaxed between the two and stifled a yawn. "I'm so sorry!" she apologised profusely.
"No need to apologise, honey, you've had a tough couple of weeks and your body needs rest to recover," John told her reassuringly.
"Would you like a nightcap before taking another nap?" Alyssa asked the brunette, who nodded tentatively in response, not exactly sure what the mischievous blonde meant.
"Great! This will make you feel so much better," Alyssa replied enthusiastically, and offered Calara her hand.
John watched the Latina follow the beautiful blonde trustingly, getting out of bed and standing at its edge facing her. Alyssa leaned forward and kissed her gently, her left hand reaching down to stroke the olive skinned girl's firm bottom. The contrast of her lighter coloured hand on the darker skinned girl's buttock made John's cock throb urgently. Alyssa held her other hand out to him and then beckoned him forward.
Wondering what his adventurous young lover had in mind, John inched forward until he sat on the edge of the bed, his thighs spread wide to give the teenagers plenty of room to make out in front of him. He reached out with both hands, to cup a delightfully firm cheek with each. He loved the tautness of their teenage flesh, the way both of the bottoms yielded to the careful touch of his strong fingers.
Alyssa was momentarily distracted by the searching lips of the eager brunette standing in front of her. Kissing a woman was lovely, so gentle, so soft. She felt John's hand cupping her ass cheek and then massaging her with a skilled touch. It got her even more aroused and she nearly turned around to mount him.
She remembered that they had to take care of the lovely Latina however, so she broke away from Calara's gentle kisses, and carefully guided the brunette to her knees in front of her man. She slid down to kneel close behind the smaller girl, Calara's firm bottom feeling warm and pliant under her as she snuggled in closely.
"No wonder John likes to fuck me in the ass so much, this feels amazing," she thought to herself lustily, and she began to wonder what it must be like to have a big hard cock to drive into a receptive young woman this way.
She looked over Calara's shoulder to see that the eager brunette had wasted no time. Her hands rested lightly on John's thighs, the darker skin contrasting with his fairer colouring in a most exciting way. Calara's dark hair bobbed smoothly back and forth as she enveloped his cock in her mouth, and from the rhythmic way she was letting him glide into her throat, Alyssa realised that the Latina had succumbed to the effects of John's pheromones.
John delighted in the feel of his broad head disappearing into Calara's grasping throat. She was a natural at this, and her full lips were soft and inviting as they eased their way down his shaft. His balls were sensitive and fully loaded, annoyed at missing their regular morning emptying. The orbs felt taut, and packed to the brim, four orange sized spheres swollen with spunk. He saw Alyssa leaning around to look at Calara's face, taking in her glazed eyes and then looking up to him, nodding eagerly.
The gorgeous golden haired blonde moved her hands around Calara to stroke her tummy. The Latina's stomach muscles were well defined and toned, evidence of the athletic girl's dedication to physical fitness. Alyssa looked up at John and saw that his eyes were hooded with lust.
"She's ready for you," she said to him, as she hugged the brunette gently from behind.
"Her toned little tummy feels so flat and empty. Are you going to be a good host and give her a big meal?" the ravishing blonde encouraged him naughtily.
He nodded, feeling tremendously excited and relishing the different feel of another lovely young girl servicing his length.
"That's good," Alyssa crooned softly. "I want to feel you fill up her belly," she added as she looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes. "Show me what I look like when I empty your balls."
John's breathing was getting laboured now. He could tell Alyssa was turning herself on with her lewd commentary as she was panting excitedly too. He closed his eyes for a moment and just focused on the rhythmic motion of Calara's lips, tongue and throat as she slid up and down his length, massaging every inch of him.
It was like her body was eager for his cum, desperate to feel him filling her up. He looked down at the lovely brunette as she took him deep down her throat, and then sucked insistently at his root. Seeing the girl's full lips suckling at him was the final trigger, and he cradled her head gently in his hands as his orgasm overtook him.
"Ahh!" He groaned with satisfaction as his balls began to unload their contents. This orgasm wasn't like the frenzied ones with Alyssa, he felt more in control and it was a long and drawn release, rather than an explosion of pleasure.
He watched Alyssa cupping Calara's slender neck gently with her right hand, her delicate fingers feeling his cock jerk in the tight confines of the brunette's throat. The other hand was rested on that slim coffee hued stomach, as it began to rapidly inflate with his spunk.
Alyssa could feel John's cock throbbing under her fingertips and she imagined the thick ropes of jism being blasted into the Latina's slim tummy. Her other hand rubbed Calara's stomach gently, as though encouraging it to expand, and make room for all that delicious cum. She moaned with excitement as that slim little waistline was blown outwards, and eventually she had to cradle the semen swollen tummy with both hands to feel it's engorged majesty. She experienced John's lengthy, controlled climax and joined him with her own orgasm as she embraced the quivering brunette.
Eventually John was drained dry, and he collapsed back on the bed with a satisfied sigh, his spent cock sliding easily out of Calara's throat and mouth. The brunette sat serenely, her thighs spread wide to make room for her bloated belly, and her hands stroked the sperm packed sphere protectively. Alyssa followed Calara's hands with her own, marvelling at the way the brunette's stretched stomach could handle such an enormous load. She felt a slight protrusion in the middle of her swollen abdomen, and realised the girl's belly button had popped out to make extra room for all John's spunk.
The statuesque blonde rose to her feet and helped the comatose brunette to rise too. John reached over to help, and they positioned the Latina so she was lying comfortably on the bed. They sighed contentedly and joined Calara in her nap.
Four hours later, Calara awoke from another deep and restful slumber. For the first time since her capture, she had been untroubled by the recurring nightmare, and she felt well rested and alert. She was momentarily surprised to see she was flanked by John and Alyssa, who were still asleep, until she began to remember some of what had happened earlier.
She tried to sit up, but found it significantly more difficult than normal, and she was astonished to see that her tummy was rounded, looking like she was a few months pregnant. She looked at her gently swollen belly with wide eyes, rubbing a hand over it experimentally. Her skin felt firm and taut under the searching touch of her fingers, but stroking it like this felt wonderful. She toyed with waking her bedmates to ask them what had happened to her, but they looked so peaceful, she let them sleep.
She carefully climbed out of the bed, managing to avoid waking either of them and walked into their bathroom feeling full of energy and with a spring in her step. She looked longingly at the gorgeous bathtub, wishing she could use it herself and then giggled to herself quietly, knowing that Alyssa would insist on it.
She paced over to the big mirror as she steeled herself to look at her reflection, worrying how her swollen nose would look today. She was amazed to see that her nose looked just as it had before the break. She twisted her head from side to side to look at it from different angles, but it was back to its cute former self, with no swelling in sight.
Calara sighed happily, and stretched her arms above her head without thinking. She suddenly flinched, anticipating the sharp pain such movement would normally trigger. She felt nothing though, and she tentatively tilted and rotated her upper body from side to side, astonished to find there was no pain from her ribs at all. Her toned tummy was looking significantly more rounded than normal however, and she sighed, thinking that perhaps all the bed rest must have wreaked havoc with her waistline. There were definite patchy spots in her memories of last night, so she guessed they must have just had a really heavy meal late at night, and she had overdone it.
Finally she twisted her shoulders to try and look at her back. She wasn't sure, as she couldn't see clearly, but the welts and lacerations looked much less red and angry. She walked back to the bedroom, surprising herself at her confidence and feeling no sense of embarrassment at her nudity.
Alyssa had awoken and she watched Calara as she walked confidently from the bathroom and climbed back on the bed. The brunette smiled at Alyssa happily, and she moved in for a cuddle when the blonde teen opened her arms invitingly.
Alyssa rolled with Calara so that the brunette was lying on her back and then she leaned over her, checking her nose closely. "You look so much better!" she exclaimed with some satisfaction. "Please turn over so I can see your back," she asked politely.
Calara rolled over obediently to lie on her tummy, and she could feel her friend's fingers tracing lightly over her back. "Another day or two and these will be gone," Alyssa stated happily.
Calara rolled over on to her back again. "How?" she asked simply. She glanced to the side and saw that John had awoken too and was watching their interaction intently.
"It's probably simpler to show you something first before we explain. It will make it easier to understand," he said reassuringly.
He leaned over to the bedside table and picked up a remote. He moved to lie down again, but Calara urged him to sit in the middle of the bed, so that she could cuddle him on one side, with Alyssa snuggled in on the other. It felt right somehow and the brunette shared a contented smile with the blonde across his chest.
John smiled happily as he wrapped an arm around each lovely teenager. He passed the remote over to Alyssa as his hands were now full of nubile young women. Alyssa looked up at him knowingly and searched through the data dump from the Fool's Gold for the right files. She never ceased to amaze him with her ability to read his desires, she was incredibly perceptive.
After a few moment's pause, an image appeared at the foot of the bed. It showed a delightfully nude Alyssa, standing confidently with a beaming smile, in all her busty athletic glory. "You recognise that gorgeous girl, I'm sure," John said as Calara nodded happily.
A second image flashed up to the side. "But have you seen her before?" John asked curiously. This was the image taken over a month ago, the day that John had first met Alyssa. The image showed a ghostly pale, petite waif, looking malnourished and nervous.
"Who is that?" Calara asked, her heart full of compassion for the poor girl in the image.
"That was me," Alyssa said in a quiet voice, sounding suddenly vulnerable.
Calara snorted in disbelief, her mind refusing to accept what was obviously some odd joke. However she went silent when she noticed something... the eyes. Those same piercing blue eyes stared out from each image. Calara moved out of John's embrace and moved to the foot of the bed to look more closely at the images. Now she had a familiar point of reference, she could see it was true, as she looked back and forth between the two images. Similar nose, mouth, jawline, ears, all just made more lovely and perfect.
"How?" she asked, feeling bewildered, before turning and sitting down to face John and Alyssa.
"His cum," Alyssa explained. "I made a deal with John where I offered to service him whenever he wanted. After a few weeks of swallowing his loads, I went from that, to that," she said, pointing at the two images.
"But that's impossible!" Calara's gasped, he mind balking at the idea.
"Is it?" Alyssa insisted. "Your nose is fully healed after only two days. I bet the medical staff told you it would take at least two weeks for the swelling to fully subside,"
Calara reached up to her previously broken nose self consciously, before stopping and nodding her head in confirmation. She sat and pondered this startling revelation.
"So if I keep swallowing his cum, I'll end up looking like you?" she asked curiously.
"No, you'll probably look like you. Just a slightly taller, bigger busted, more perfect version of your current athletic self I suspect," Alyssa theorised, her hand tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"Probably? That's not very reassuring," Calara smiled warmly at her friend.
"You're happy with the results so far though, right?" Alyssa asked.
Calara nodded enthusiastically, before pausing to look down at her rounded belly. "Is that what this is?" she asked in wonder, as she ran her hands over the gentle curve of her abdomen.
"Yes, you have a stomach full of cum right now. That's what is triggering this healing," Alyssa explained gently.
"Are you mad at us?" John asked with concern, worried about how the lovely young Latina might react.
"I could never be mad at either of you," the pretty brunette said vehemently, making eye contact with each of them in turn, so they could see her sincerity.
John spread his arms wide, welcoming her to join them again, and Calara grinned happily at him as she bounced over the covers to snuggle under the crook of his arm. They settled back into the bed as Alyssa turned off the Holo-images, and then curled up cosily on either side of him. John realised that his happy couple with Alyssa had now become the happy trio. He looked down at the blonde, wondering if she was going to be ok with the dramatic change in their living arrangements. The last thing he wanted to do was upset the beautiful young woman, who he considered to be his soulmate.
Alyssa stared up at him with her bright blue eyes, as though looking into his soul. Her loving smile spoke of happiness and contentment, and she linked hands with Calara before resting them lightly on his chest over his heart.
"Luckiest son of a bitch in the galaxy," he thought to himself delightedly.