John Blake sat in his throne room, Master of the Galaxy. He'd done it. He'd won the Progenitor War. But the cost had been too high. So, he was going back.
Edraele Valaden, his Maliri Matriarch, spoke in his mind. *We love you. Save them.* And then she husked every Ward in her network, herself included, to provide John with as much energy as possible. John reached for the immutable fabric of time. Using every drop of power he had, he willed himself back.
A dizzying rush, like falling upwards and downwards at the same time. John saw his own life play in reverse like a video on rewind. He pushed as hard as he could, using each erg of eldritch energy could. Finally, when he was on his last legs, he willed himself into being, ending his trip through time.
John opened his eyes, gasping. He felt weak as a kitten, barely able to sit up. He glanced around, battle-hardened eyes and reflexes assessing the situation. He was in an office, and across from him was an albino or asteroid colonist. The man was vaguely familiar. He had a look of vague concern. "You okay there, John?"
The man's identity came to John after a second. Seb Mortimer, the mine owner who'd John had acquired the Tyrenium from, back before he'd even met Alyssa. John gaped, unable to believe his desperate gambit had worked. Motherfucking hell, he was in the past!
"Head rush, don't know what happened," John finally managed, settling back into his seat.
Mortimer nodded. "Well, the confirmation came back. The Tyrenium's yours!"
John and Mortimer shared an amiable drink of whiskey, and then John walked haltingly to the ore hauler truck. John sat through the ride through Karron, amazed that his psychic time travel had been successful. He was still exhausted, and felt incredibly weak. But then, if everything had worked as he'd hoped it would, he was back in his past body. He wasn't even an active Progenitor yet. Which would be fixed as soon as John made a Progenitor Connection with Alyssa.
Alyssa. His first love. And the hardest loss of the Progenitor War. John had refused to live a life without her, hence his plan to relive the whole War over again. John felt his heart warm at the thought of meeting her again, seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, to say nothing of the pleasures of her flesh. John ached for their reunion.
The truck got to the Docking Bay where John's old Freighter, the Fool's Gold, was berthed. John took a second to remember the airlock code, and then he opened the cargo bay. He nodded to the miners who loaded the ore crates into the bay and mag-locked them down. That done, John went to his cockpit. He got clearance to leave and flew out the hollowed out asteroid. The Fool's Gold eventually reached the edge of the Omicron Ceti system, and John plotted a course to Alpha Centauri. He brought the ship into hyperwarp, activating the subpar Tachyon Drive, and he was off for the Core Worlds.
John hadn't really planned out what he was going to do if he arrived in the past, partially because he'd had no idea when he'd arrive. He'd had vague plans of 'do better', but now that he was actually back at the start, he felt overwhelmed at the scale of the task ahead of him. But he was a Progenitor, made to rule an empire, and he was made of sterner stuff than average men. First priority, he decided, was getting Alyssa's agreement to be with him.
John went to his storage room, walking up to a certain closed locker. "I know you're in there. Come on out," John stated clearly.
There was an 'eep' sound, and then the door opened. Alyssa Marant, in her original 'worm girl' body and dressed in hideous, dirt-encrusted clothes, came out the locker she'd crammed herself in. She'd never looked so beautiful to John. She looked up at him with fear and apprehension, familiar cerulean eyes locked with his.
John put on his most non-threatening face. "Hello. My name is John Blake. This is my ship, the Fool's Gold. Seems you invited yourself onboard."
"Sorry," she said quietly.
"It's okay," John reassured her. "May I know your name, young lady?"
"Alyssa," the teenager replied.
"Nice to meet you, Alyssa. Now, I think we should discuss the terms of your stay on my ship. But first, you're filthy. Let's get you a shower," John offered.
Alyssa blinked. "Really? What's the catch?"
"No catch. Just being polite," John told her. "Follow me."
John led the wary Alyssa to the passenger cabin and showed her the shower. "I'll find you something that'll fit. Take all the time you need," John reassured her.
"Why are you being so nice?" Alyssa asked, at a loss.
John raised a brow. "Would you rather I be mean?"
"No, no! I just… I'm waiting for the punchline, I guess," Alyssa admitted.
"My grandparents raised me with manners. I'm just treating an unexpected guest well. Like I said, take a shower, and then we'll talk about your stay on my ship," John explained. He left the room, and his sharp ears caught the sound of the shower starting a minute later. John went hunting through his closet to find a tight t-shirt that would be good as a dress on the 5'2 waif. He went to the passenger cabin and laid it on the bed there before leaving again.
John waited in the pilot's seat, and Alyssa eventually came out of the passenger cabin wearing his t-shirt. It reached her knees, and highlighted how painfully skinny she was from borderline starvation on Karron. John gestured at the co-pilot's seat, and Alyssa settled down, not taking her eyes off John. "Alright, Alyssa. Now that you're cleaned up, I think we should talk about a few important matters," John started.
"Okay," Alyssa nodded, her thin, brittle blonde hair swaying as her head moved.
"Let's start at the beginning. I'm not Terran," John told her point-blank.
Alyssa blinked, focusing on his ears. "Really? Those aren't a bodysculpt?"
"Nope, natural. And there's a couple other differences between me and a Terran," John revealed.
"I've never met an alien! What are you?" Alyssa asked, eyes bright with excitement.
"I'm a Progenitor. You wouldn't have heard of us, I'm the only one in the Galactic League apart from my father, and he's living like a hermit in Kirrix space," John began.
"Kirrix?" Alyssa asked, confused.
"Parasitic insectoids, kill-on-sight throughout the Galactic League. Karron is right on the border with them," John took a second to explain.
"Oh, the Bugs. Now I know what you're talking about," Alyssa nodded. "So, you're a Progenitor. Is that a big deal?"
"Pretty much," John chuckled. "We're the most powerful psychics in the galaxy. It's a long story, but basically we were genetically engineered by this really evil guy, Xar'aziuth. He created us to wage war throughout the Milky Way against each other as his own personal entertainment."
"That's horrible!" Alyssa gasped.
"I know," John nodded. "Anyway, the way a Progenitor's powers work is that he forms a psychic network. He gathers women and forges a connection with them, allowing him to use them as a psychic battery. He also tends to use it as mind control, but I don't plan on doing that. Anyway, the Progenitor gathers an army of Thralls, using his women as soldiers in his army and breeding stock for more soldiers. Every other Progenitor in the galaxy has formed whole empires of enslaved women."
"Wow… that's sick," Alyssa grimaced. "But you talk as though you're not like that. What makes you different, John?"
"The circumstances of my birth were unconventional by Progenitor standards. I was born and raised in the Terran Federation, no idea what I was," John explained. "Which brings us to another rather unbelievable fact: I'm from the future."
Alyssa blinked and then snorted. "Time travel? Really? You expect me to take that seriously?"
"You tried Euphoria and quit, but your friend Mia became a whore to pay for her addiction. Your mother died in childbirth and your father in a mining accident when you were 6. Your best friend is Sparks, she shared food with you in exchange for help scavenging for parts," John listed to an astonished Alyssa. "I know you, Alyssa Marant. How could I, unless we'd met and talked in another time?"
"Well, you said Progenitors are psychic. Maybe you just read my mind," Alyssa countered, though her eyes were wide.
"Fair enough. So I guess there's no way to really prove I know you from memories of the future past and not using my Telepathy," John conceded. "But for the sake of argument, will you pretend to believe that I came from the future for the length of this conversation?"
"Alright," Alyssa allowed.
"Like I said, I had no idea that I was a Progenitor. You became the first woman I forged a connection with, my Matriarch. A Matriarch is basically a Progenitor's lieutenant, she maintains his network for him. Anyway, we got into a lot of adventures, recruiting a number of amazing women to our crew. We learned about the Progenitors, and the mission my father had created me for. He intended for me to fight the Progenitor War, the war to end all wars. He wants me to kill every other Progenitor in the galaxy, until it's just us two. I did it, but too many died. You died. So I decided to try it all over again. I sent myself into the past, and woke up earlier today. And now here we are," John laid out there.
Alyssa leaned back in her chair. "Wow. So… what does this mean?"
"It means you have a choice to make, Alyssa. In my first life, I was set to take you back to Karron until you offered to pay me out of trade. You became my Matriarch with no clue of what was going on. But I would never inflict life as a Progenitor's companion on a woman without her informed consent. You get to choose this time," John said, though the thought of Alyssa not becoming his Matriarch made him want to cry.
"What's the choice, exactly?" Alyssa questioned.
"You can choose to have nothing to do with me. I'll give you 3 meals a day and access to the Holonet, and ask that you stay out of my way. I'll drop you off at Port Heracles or Olympus Shipyard with nothing but the clothes on your back. You can get a job or enlist, carve a life out for yourself, and we'd probably never see each other again," John laid out. "Or you can become my Matriarch, and join my side as I set out to save the galaxy from dozens of hostile tyrants."
"I see," Alyssa said, her mouth thinning into a thoughtful frown. "Was I happy, in your first life, living with you?"
"We were engaged to be married, and you repeatedly told me that joining me was the best thing that ever happened to you," John told her, thinking of memories of 'his' Alyssa fondly. "And you should be aware, for all that you'd be signing up for a life of war, joining my network has a lot of perks. Though there are some side effects as well."
"Such as?" Alyssa prompted.
John sighed. "I should preface this by telling you my powers are inherently sexual in nature. In order for me to add you to my network and work my powers on you, you have to drink my semen. While you have a load in your belly, I'm able to affect you down to the DNA. I'll put you through the Change as we called it, giving you the body I consider female perfection. You'll get an enhanced brain, a genius IQ and photographic memory. I'll give you psychic powers of your own so you can defend yourself. And finally, my cum cures any damage to your body, including aging. Stay with me and get fed regularly, and you'll never grow old."
Alyssa's eyes were very wide. "Wow. That… that's a lot."
"Yeah, but you haven't heard the side-effects yet," John added. "You'll become bisexual, polyamorous, submissive, eager to be bred and have my children, and you'll lose almost all remorse for killing my enemies. There's a couple other personality changes but those are the big ones."
"If drinking your cum changes a woman that much… would I even still be the same person afterwards?" Alyssa asked worriedly.
John sighed. "In your own words, it's more 'fine-tuning' than modification. Most of my crew had no families, but those that did kept regular contact with them. Their family members didn't seem to notice anything amiss, or if they did then it wasn't worth mentioning. I'm not really changing your fundamental core character so much as making you the best possible version of yourself, with a couple things thrown in to make harem life easier."
Alyssa ran a hand through her hair. "Okay. So, as I understand it, my choice is to either be dumped at the nearest starport with nothing but a crazy story, or become head wife of the alien sex god's harem. Time traveling alien sex god, at that. Not what I expected when I stowed away on the nearest open Freighter."
"That's about the size of it," John confirmed.
"How long do I have to think it over?" Alyssa asked.
"Until we get to Olympus Shipyard in Alpha Centauri, which should take about a month," John answered.
"And you'd really let me go if I said no?" Alyssa asked, raising a brow.
John felt his heart lurch in his chest but nodded. "It's your life, your decision. I'd rather lose you then force you into a life at my side."
Alyssa got a blinding grin. "In that case, I'm in!"
John gaped. "Wait… that was a test?"
"And you passed," Alyssa beamed. "I'll be your Matriarch and help you fight the Progenitor War. Not because I did it in your first life or for the perk package; because you gave me the choice, and I chose you. I've been at the mercy of men for most of my life, you have no idea how freeing and empowering it is to get the chance to decide for myself. So, John, this is the start of our relationship."
John got up and pulled her into his arms. He brought his lips down to hers in a bruising kiss. "Thank you, Alyssa, for giving me a chance."
"Don't make me regret it," she fired back. "Now, there was something about drinking your cum?"
John led her to his cabin. They kissed again, and then John gently lifted his t-shirt off Alyssa's skinny frame. She stood naked in front of him, and despite looking nothing like what he was used to he still found her beautiful because this was Alyssa. He took off his own shirt and then reached for his pants. "Just to warn you, Progenitors are big." Then John took off his trousers.
"Holy fuck! You're huge! And you have 4 balls!" Alyssa gawked, marveling at the incredible example of manhood and virility.
"I call them my 'quad'," John shrugged. "I cum about a half gallon at a time, give or take. When I feed a girl, her belly rounds out like she's pregnant. You'll be living on an all-cum diet for the foreseeable future."
"Three square meals of jizz a day," Alyssa chuckled. "If I had any doubts about your story, this sets them to rest. You're clearly not human."
"Nope," John nodded. "Now, you'll go into a trance the first couple times. You'll pass out for 14 hours the first time and 4 hours the next."
"Oh, well, okay then," Alyssa shrugged. "Bottoms up!" she cheered, getting on her knees. She took the head into her mouth, having to stretch her mouth wide, and his sugary precum coated her tongue. Her eyes glazed over and she began to blow him mechanically. She took him to the root, using her throat as a sleeve to milk his cock. John came within 5 minutes, emptying his balls into Alyssa's tummy.
Reaching out with his mind, John made a Progenitor Connection with Alyssa.
Eldritch power filled him, satisfying a deep thirst like he'd been parched his whole life and had finally found relief. Alyssa appeared in a compartment in John's mind. And almost every other compartment was occupied with the prison holding his Guide locked away. "Damn, you again," John groaned. He'd have to deal with that sooner rather than later. But first, he had to fix the Progenitor Connection.
John severed his connection to Alyssa, but he still had his powers, his genes having been activated by the creation of his first Matriarch. John focused on the cord made of Kyth'faren runes. John ripped out the compulsion to obey and the heartbreaking grief at his death, and added a psychic imprint so every Ward would feel how he felt regarding them. The edits made, John used his active connection to Alyssa through his load in her belly to make her his Ward again. He got over twice as much energy once the connection took. And that would only grow as Alyssa came to love and trust him.
Exhausted from the time travel and his post-orgasmic relaxation, John grabbed a quick shower and then crawled into bed with Alyssa. He barely remembered to shield himself, remembering he didn't have his sub-plane yet. He had his first Astral dream, dragged into the mists while Fallen Progenitors hunted for him. He woke up, checked on Alyssa, and settled back into sleep.
John was roused by feeling Alyssa begin to move next to him. He hadn't expected to sleep 14 hours, but he'd been bone tired so maybe it wasn't such a surprise. John got out of his bed and went to get Alyssa a drink of water. He helped her sit up and pressed the glass to her lips. "Drink, honey," John encouraged.
Alyssa downed the whole glass, opening gummy eyes. "Needed that," she said, licking her lips.
"The first dose dehydrates a girl, I'm not sure why," John explained.
Alyssa nodded, pausing. "John… there's this… strange feeling in my chest."
"That's part of our connection. You feel what I feel for you," John said, putting the glass aside.
"You… you ADORE me. You CHERISH me. You love me so, so much," Alyssa said in awe, as she examined the feelings radiating from her heart.
John blushed a little. "Well, I've been with you for a long time, through thick and thin. I love all the girls on my crew, but you always had a special place in my heart. I just hope one day you feel the same way back."
"You already saved my life by letting me run away from Karron. I liked you already, but now, knowing how you feel about me… it shouldn't be too hard," Alyssa smiled.
John leaned in for a kiss. They parted, and John gestured at his crotch. "Time for breakfast."
Alyssa took him into her mouth and went into the daze again. John filled her up after a pleasurable few minutes of deepthroating, and left Alyssa tucked into bed while he went to get food for himself and make sure the Fool's Gold didn't break down on them. John used his newfound psychic energy to help with the maintenance chores, finishing up everything by the time Alyssa woke up again.
"Ahem. I know you warned me, but this is still ridiculous," Alyssa said, cupping her smaller but still prominent bump.
John gave her a hug, laying a possessive hand over her swollen midriff. "You'll get used to it," he assured her. "And you'll get faster at digesting my loads. Once you're fully enhanced to the Ward body, you'll go down in a couple hours after a full nut."
"If you say so," Alyssa shrugged, though she didn't deny she felt a thrill at feeling John's big hand cupping her belly.
*Can you hear me?* John projected, wondering if Alyssa had gotten her Telepathy powers already.
Alyssa blinked. "Are you a ventriloquist?"
"No, that was inside your head. Progenitors and Matriarchs have a permanent telepathic bond. Even if we were systems apart, we'll still be able to hear each other," John told his young companion.
Alyssa frowned, focusing. *CAN YOU HEAR ME?!*
John winced. "Not so loud, honey."
*sorry* came the whisper-like reply.
"A little louder than that," John chuckled.
*Third time's the charm?* Alyssa projected at the perfect volume.
"That's just right," John nodded.
John got a quick lunch, then led Alyssa to the cockpit, where she sat in his lap in the pilot's seat. "So… you know almost everything about me, I'm guessing, but I know almost nothing about you," Alyssa stated.
"I'm an open book, honey. Ask me anything," John said, squeezing her close.
"Why'd you come to Karron?" Alyssa asked off the top of her head.
"My friend Jonah gave me a tip about some cheap Tyrenium. I sank my life savings into buying 10 tons of the stuff, which I plan to sell for 100 times the buying price once we get to Olympus," John answered readily.
"How far in the future did you come from?" Alyssa asked, very curious.
"I came back after I won the Progenitor War, let's leave it at that," John said, not wanting to admit how long that particular conflict was going to take.
Alyssa frowned but let it go. "What's the plan? You enhance me, we get to Olympus, we sell the Tyrenium. What comes after that?"
John tucked his head atop Alyssa's. "Well, we'll rescue a woman named Calara from a pirate attack on the trip to Olympus, and we'll go to rescue her from some legal trouble and recruit her, if she'll have me. After that, go back to Karron, to get the rest of the Tyrenium and to rescue Sparks. Then hunt down the pirates who attacked Calara. We'll deal with them, get another Ward named Jade in the bargain, and return to Olympus. We sell the Tyrenium, and after that we go to the Ashanath Collective."
Alyssa processed all that. "Okay, there's a LOT I need to ask you about."
John grinned into her hair. "We have time to talk."
Over the next 2 weeks, John told Alyssa everything about himself, hiding nothing. He talked about growing up with his grandparents, his time in the Marines, and his decade as a trader. He also gave a general outline of the future past, what had happened in John's first life and all the changes he planned to make. Alyssa, when she wasn't listening or asking questions, was researching Astro-Navigation on the Holonet. John had told her how she'd become a First Class Navigator in the original timeline and she was determined to accomplish the same in this life. And at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she got a gut-busting meal of cum from John's quad.
Alyssa's Change proceeded according to schedule. She grew to 5'9, her breasts swelled to 32D, her skin went from albino pale to bronze and flawless, and she got all the muscle of a gymnast with just enough feminine softness to look extremely appealing. John was very proud of his work when he showed Alyssa her new body in the mirror and she gaped. "I'm fucking gorgeous!" she exclaimed, admiring herself from every angle in the small mirror John had in his closet. She pulled him into a kiss, and he led her to their bed where they made love the first of countless times to come.
The day came where John was woken up by Alyssa shaking his shoulder. "I've got something to show you!" she grinned. He followed her, both of them nude, to the cockpit. Alyssa showed him the Navi-computer, which showed their current route to Alpha Centauri with an ETA of 15 days. She pulled up an alternate route, which would take only 10 days.
"Behold the power of warp tunneling," John chuckled.
Alyssa pouted. "Oh, man, this was supposed to be a surprise. But I just did the exact same thing the other me did in the original timeline, didn't I?"
"It's still a major accomplishment, honey," John comforted his Matriarch, the love of his life. "Did you also take the Navigator First Class exam?"
"It was surprisingly easy," Alyssa confirmed. "I know you've enhanced my brain and everything, but I still expected more of a challenge."
John leaned down to give her a big smooch. "I'm very proud that you passed, Alyssa. You're a master at Astro-Nav now. Put in the course, then I'm thinking we should 69 so you could get breakfast and a treat at the same time," John grinned salaciously.
Alyssa input her proposed course then eagerly took John back to their cabin. They spent a pleasant 20 minutes with John eating Alyssa out while she swallowed him down repeatedly. When John blew, filling Alyssa to the brim with his release, they cuddled for a while before John went to get his own breakfast. Once John was fueled for the morning, they went to the cockpit, John a tad on edge.
"So, we're rescuing Calara today?" Alyssa asked, remembering the timeline and picking up John's inner thoughts.
"Assuming nothing's happened to alter that particular course of events," John nodded.
"I get that the butterfly effect is subtle and powerful, but what could you have done since coming back that would affect a pirate ambush?" Alyssa asked seriously.
"Nothing," John conceded. "I'm just a worrier, I guess."
"Yes, it's your biggest flaw," Alyssa informed him with a teasing tone.
At that moment, the alarm for a distress beacon went off. John silenced it. "Get us to that system pronto, Alyssa."
"Done," Alyssa said after plotting the course, using her warp tunneling technique to minimize their travel time.
"Let's get dressed, then I'm teaching you how to shoot," John said.
John got into his kevlar-weave bodysuit and gave Alyssa the body sleeve he normally wore under his space suit for inspecting the Fool's Gold's external systems. Then John spent an hour giving Alyssa a crash course in gun safety and squad tactics. She absorbed everything he taught with her photographic memory, moving as he bid perfectly. Once he was sure she wouldn't shoot him by accident, he gave her his auto-shotgun while he went for his XR73 Rifle.
When they arrived at the system the distress beacon was originating from, they found the Terran Federation Corvette Griffon docked with an old Freighter. John guided them to dock with the Griffon's other airlock. The Progenitor-Matriarch pair went to the Fool's Gold's airlock, ready for trouble. John used the hacking device that was part of his 'retirement' package to open the Griffon's airlock.
John led Alyssa into the ship, walking carefully over the fallen crew. Alyssa, sadly, had seen dead bodies before so she wasn't too affected. They went straight to the armory, where John used his hacking device to open the locked door. He got Alyssa a suit of body armor in her size and 'requisitioned' a number of grenades, slotting them into his combat webbing. "You ready for a rescue operation?" John asked as they got to the other airlock.
Alyssa nodded resolutely.
John led Alyssa into the pirates' Freighter. He pulled up a map of this model of Freighter on his forearm and led them to the cargo bay. When they arrived, they found the pirates on the gantries, hooting and hollering as they enjoyed the show. John looked and saw Calara, his future wife if he had any say in the matter, being menaced by a naked male Largath. The alien's two-foot long red cock swayed heavily as the beast growled and stalked the young woman. The broken bodies of two of its victims laid on the ground around it.
*On my signal, deal with the Largath. I'll handle the pirates. Ready… now!* John thought to Alyssa before tossing flash grenades into the throng of pirates. He covered his ears and closed his eyes as the grenades went off, before standing up and beginning to shoot the pirates, using Psychic Alacrity to enhance his speed.
Alyssa went to the edge of the gantry and aimed into the pit. Remembering John's warnings about barrel climb, Alyssa fired at the Largath in a series of short bursts. The solid-slug ammunition tore holes through the alien's chest, and it collapsed with a gurgle, already dead. Calara looked up in shock.
*John, the Largath's dead!* Alyssa told her man.
John stopped firing to focus on Calara. He reached out with Telekinesis and lifted her to their side. "Go, go, go!" he encouraged the two young women, turning to run as he raised a shield to cover their backs. They ran as fast as they could with Calara's injuries to the Griffon, sealing the airlock behind them. "Alyssa, lead her to the passenger cabin, I'll grab some med-kits," John ordered. Alyssa nodded, leading the Latina to the Fool's Gold while John took a quick trip to the Griffon's medical bay for supplies. He returned to his ship and detached them from the Corvette, getting them out of the gravity well and into hyperwarp on a course for Port Heracles.