“I think it just makes me the luckiest girl in the galaxy!" exclaimed Alyssa exuberantly. "My man is truly unique amongst billions of people, and I'm the only one who gets to empty these” She grinned, taking two of his heavy orbs in her hands.

The mischievous girl leaned closer to his quad, moving her hands to cup the other set of balls.

“You boys are packed full again. Would you Like me to make you feel all better?" She asked his balls lovingly, caressing the weighty globes. John's rapidly hardening cock flexed in response and Alyssa went to work.

“That's right honey, it's breakfast time" John sighed contentedly, as the beautiful teenager moved to her familiar place, kneeling between his legs. Soon her mouth was encircling the base of his shaft and John relaxed, knowing Alyssa would soon be swallowing down his load like the good girl she was.

The week flew by in a lustful haze. John and Alyssa didn't leave the suite and made extensive use of room service. He revelled in having unlimited access to the beautiful young woman's body and he used her shamelessly to her eager delight.

A few times John had awoken from the deep sleep that blissful sexual exhaustion can bring, to hear the excited chatter of young female voices in the Lounge. Alyssa had kept her promise to stay in contact with Calara and the two were becoming best friends.

John was worried about the young Latina however. He had seen first-hand the devastating impact PTSD could have on a person and he hoped the medical staff at Port Cerberus were taking good care of her.

One morning, John was lying in bed, watching the Holonet for updates on the conflict with the Kintark. He could overhear the two girls having a lengthy animated conversation in the lounge, but he tuned it out to focus on the reports of border clashes and territory disputes.

A short while later, Alyssa strode into their bedroom purposefully.

“Calara is in trouble John, we have to help her!"

John wondered what could be the problem. The After Action Report he had submitted to Federation Command last week, had made it pretty clear what had happened aboard the Corvette. He was unsure what kind of trouble the young Latina could be in, as there was certainly nothing in the AAR that implicated her being responsible in any way.

“What kind of trouble?" he asked Alyssa.

“Calara said she was being accused of ‘dereliction of duty’. She mentioned something about a possible court martial!" The young woman replied, looking concerned.

John snorted in disbelief. A court martial? That was absurd.

's she still on the Vid-feed?" He asked Alyssa.

“Yes. She doesn't know what to do, so I said I'd ask you for your advice" the young girl replied.

John stood and strode out of the room, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist on the way out. He could see Calara's face on the Vid screen. The black eyes had mostly healed up, but the bridge of her nose was still swollen from where it had been broken, marring her otherwise pretty face. The heavy bags under her eyes told a tale of troubled sleep.

"Don't worry Calara, we'll get this straightened out" He said reassuringly.

Calara looked back at him with frightened eyes "I can't be Court Martialed John! It would destroy my family!" She sobbed.

“It won't come to that. We'll be at Heracles as fast as we can. Call us if there's any more developments" he stated firmly. Calara nodded dejectedly and closed the call.

He turned to Look at Alyssa who had watched the brief conversation over his shoulder. "Ok let's get moving, it looks Like we haven't finished rescuing her yet!" he smiled.

Alyssa moved in to hug him fiercely “Thank you John, you‘re a good man" she said sincerely.