Standing In For Dad Ch 58

I whispered in Pet's ear as I slowly rubbed her inner walls with my very hard cock, "My Pet, do you want to raise Great Master's baby?"

Pet, still with a dreamy smile on her face as she felt me lovingly enter her, just nodded her head yes as she rested it against my neck. I could feel her body thrumming with the excitement of the moment. I could feel her need. I felt her tears of joy on my skin.

"Ahh, Pet. Great Master needs you to bear his child for him. Raise it well, with love and true affection. Will you do that for your Great Master?"

She was barely able to croak a whispered, "Yes!" as I held her in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, her breasts pressed against my chest, my hands under her cheeks, and my cock sliding deliciously in and out of her willing, hot, wet, submissive pussy.

While still in front of everyone I moved her to the railing of the porch so I could free a hand and fondle her breasts as I took her. Pet pulled her head back just enough to meet my eyes as we looked deeply into each other's soul. Her eyes full of tears of joy, gentleness, love, acceptance... and vulnerability.

Her breathing began to increase as the women gathered around her, each offering words of endearment.

Sue rubbed her back, whispering into her ear, "Feel his cum as it flows into your womb, making you a mother of his child."

Barbara softly said, "My son will give you a strong child, Pet."

Xi gently whispered, "Our Master is so virile. His seed will bless you with a child as we watch and celebrate."

Izzy kissed her forehead, "I am so excited for you Pet. To carry the child of such a strong master is a life's blessing."

Penny held my balls as I took Pet and smiled, "Pet, I can feel his balls full of his cum, he will fill you completely with his hot, milky, baby cream."

All the while I continued my gentle love making... taking my submissive for both our pleasures. Pet gave me all of her, holding nothing back, as I felt myself getting lost in her soul as I dove deeply into her soft, adoring, open eyes.

Pet was so high on sensual excitement she began a soft moan as her body began experiencing wave after wave of soft, emotional climaxes; each timed to my thrusts into her. Her climaxes slowly built in intensity until her whole body was jerking spasmodically. Through it all I held her firmly against me and didn't stop, slow down, or change my rhythmic thrumming of her hot, wet sex.

The heat of her pussy was intoxicating. Her sensual submission drove me to finish and revel in giving her our baby. Too soon, with Penny massaging my balls, Pet massaging my cock in her sex, and all the feminine encouragement, I grunted and held myself balls deep inside my submissive and hosed down her womb as Penny cupped my balls while they pumped.

Pet was gasping for breath but her vulnerable, wide open eyes never left mine as we both recovered while my cock remained buried deeply within her.

"Raise our child well, my Pet."

"I will, Great Master." She was able to say before all the women began giving her celebratory kisses and hugs.

Samantha and Erin were both fanning themselves when Erin exclaimed, "Oh my! That was so hot! So gentle and caring! I am so turned on right now! Somebody, PLEASE fuck me!"

The front porch of the lake cabin turned into a tender scene of love making. It wasn't a normal, debauched orgy; more a sensual, gentle, sharing and tender love making. Everyone enjoying the tenderness of the moment as I stood in front of Pet with my cock still buried deeply inside her.

Pet's eyes were full of wonder and joy. They made my heart sing for her.

After all the loving sensuality, we all retired to the pool where we enjoyed some cocktails (sorry for the pun) and regaled Pet's first graduating students, who had come as a planned graduation party, with our exploits, at least the ones we could publish.

I was surprised to learn the many foreign diplomatic corps these students represented. We were all nude in the pool and the students quickly relaxed and enjoyed themselves. Sylvia, Cheech, and Chong were the center of attention and the boys handled themselves well, not giving away their full range of capabilities... they even affected a more mechanical walk and speech mannerisms with the students present.

I soon had three oriental Chefs around me, one each from Japan, Taiwan, and China. They were all very interested in Xi and our marriage, asking how we met, when the baby was due, and asking Xi in Chinese how good I was in bed. Two were straddling my thighs with the third to my left and Xi to my right.

Xi smiled and answered in her own language, which she knew I could speak, "HarryWalkerGong wúlùn shìzài gōnggòngchǎnghé hái shìzài qǐn shìlǐ dōushì yìtiáo wánměide lóng。 rúguǒnǐ yǒuxìng ràngtā shuì nǐ ， yídìng yàoràng tāzhīdào nǐde xǐhào ， yīnwéitā shìyígè xìxīn de qíngrén ， bìng qiězài xìnggǎn yìshù fāngmiàn hěnyǒu zàoyì" ( The leader of our clan, Harry Walker, is a consummate Dragon both in public and in the bed chamber. If you are lucky enough to have him bed you, be sure to let him know your preferences as he is an attentive lover and accomplished in the arts of sensuality.)

After they blushed I responded in Xi's language, "nǚshìmen xiǎng tǐyàn yíxià zuòwéi qì shī de lóngwáng de chónggāo cáinéng ma？" (Would you ladies like to experience the sublime talents of a Dragon Lord who is a chi master?)

The three ladies blushed just a bit but all three enthusiastically nodded their heads. Xi then said, "nǚshìmen ， búyào biǎoxiànchū rènhé qì。 DragonMasterjìqiángdàyòukěkòng。 nǐ bìxū xìn kàotā。" (Do not manifest any chi, ladies. Dragon Master is both powerful and under control. You must trust in him.)

With that I began to slowly manifest my draconic aura. All three women's eyes popped wide open, their mouths dropped and all three began to back away. I replied in a deep, powerful voice, "biépà ，nǚshìmen。 wǒ shìlóng shī。 wǒbù huìshāng hàinǐ。" (Be not afraid my ladies. I am dragon master. I will not hurt you.)

The Japanese Chef whispered in English, "Holy Shit!"

The other two agreed, the Chinese Chef exclaiming, "It is like straddling an electric eel on fire that is about to explode any second!"

I smiled and rumbled, "Relax and enjoy riding the Dragon!" Within a few moments, the women relaxed and let themselves enjoy the moment. When that happened I began to infuse their pleasure centers with Chi, "Feel the power of your Dragon Master in your minds, know you are treasured by him, desired by him. Revel in his ability to claim your body and mind."

The three women were climaxing their brains out, having been taken to the limit by my chi. Soon, all three passed out from cumming so hard and both moms and Xi helped them lay down on chaise loungers to recover.

Elle and Samantha were given a heads up by Sue who knew what I was about to do and they were watching as I manifested my dragon form. Both could feel the power from across the pool and were dumbfounded. Sue said, "If you don't go to him and touch him you will regret it the rest of your days."

Elle looked at Samantha and asked, "Are you as scared and wet as I am?"

"Abs-o-fucking-lutely!"

Without another word they both approached me as the others got to their loungers and both straddled a thigh. Elle asked, "How are you doing this?"

Samantha then said, "And I want what they got!"

I smiled and whispered, "The Dragon spirit and aura are manifestations of my chi which I can express for sex, fighting, or intimidation."

In unison they both begged, "Show me!"

I manifested my full aura and both women were stunned. They could not move or cry out. I then manifested my chi into them, starting at their pussies which rubbed the tops of my thighs. They immediately began small orgasms but I continued to let my chi work up their spines and into the pleasure centers of their brains. When it finally hit, they were both spasming wildly on my thighs as they explosively came over and over again.

When they slumped, Mom and Leesie helped them to loungers as well. Before anyone else could jump on for a ride, both Barbara and Leesie took their turns, "Son, let us ride but not to the levels we pass out? We just want to cum as we experience the power of our baby boy."

They straddled my thighs and I held them close enough to tap a chi infused finger on each dark rose. When I did, both mom's exhaled sharply and were instantly on the climax wave for several minutes. They both tried to talk but just couldn't as I sent a burst of chi into them with each tap of my finger on their anal sphincters.

We were having a fun time.

Then the phone rang with a distinctive ring and my ass puckered.

"Hello Red! Whatcha got?"

"Sir, we just got a call from Norway, King Harold passed away in his sleep. The Navy just finished installing the mid-range missiles on the ship and she is locked, loaded, re-supplied, and the crew is on board. What are your orders, Ambassador?"

"Make good speed to the seaport in Oslo, Norway. We will fly in. I will inform Sylvia and get her there in about 12 hours."

I looked to both moms and said, "I would like you there with me when I tell Sylvia her husband has passed."

Barbara nodded with a tear and said, "Be gentle, son."

The three of us walked over to Sylvia and she stopped playing with Cheech and with one look at me knew something was up. "What is wrong, Harry?"

I took Sylvia's hands in mine and looked into her eyes, "Sylvia, you knew this day was coming. I am so sorry, but Harold has passed." I brought her in close and gave her a warm hug.

Sylvia took a halting breath and then began to cry on my shoulder. "He treated me poorly the last decade though he was kind in the end, but he was a good man. I... I have to get back to my people."

Barbara took Sylvia as I announced to the family that we had to pack up and leave for Norway and why. Captain Baayer called the airport to get the jet prepped and ready and he filed a flight plan as we all got packed and were driven to the airport by some of Marion's officers.

As we boarded in the hangar, Baayer mentioned to DC and me that we could have a flight time anywhere between 7.5 and 5 hours depending on what the Jet Stream did. His best guess was about a 6 hour flight.

During the flight, Sylvia called her Royal Norwegian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and had them release the information to NATO rulers and the press about the King's passing and that King Harold would lie in state for a period of 7 days in Olav V's hall at Castle Akershus to allow for any dignitaries to attend. She also charged the office with finding places for their entourages to stay, keeping the Royal estate open for her current entourage.

Sylvia then called Bill. "Yes James, to what do I owe the honor of your call?"

"Mr. President, this is Queen Sylvia. I called you to let you know personally that my husband, King Harold, has passed. My Foreign Ministry will be in touch with all the details. He will lie in state for 7 days with the funeral in the afternoon of the 7th day from tomorrow. I would prefer you plan on staying at the Royal Palace and you may come any time you can find the time. We should be back in Oslo within 7 hours time. If you and your lovely wife could attend the funeral it would be most appreciated."

"I am so sorry to hear this, Queen Sylvia. The First Lady and the Vice President's wife cannot attend, however, I will make sure to clear my schedule and I will be there within just a few days."

"Just give me a heads up when you will be arriving so we can make sure and have a reception planned."

"I will make sure you are kept informed. Thank you for personally calling me. See you in a few days. You have my deepest condolences."

Sylvia then called Iceland's President Aron and his 'friend' Anna: "You have reached the office of the President of Iceland, how may I assist you?"

"Hello, I am Queen Sylvia of Norway and I have some official news I need to give President Aron. Would it be possible for me to speak with him directly?"

"While I do not doubt you are Queen Sylvia, we have no record of this number from which you are calling."

"Yes, this is a satellite phone I am using that belongs to a member of the U.S. Ambassador Walker's family. I am on one of the family's private jets in route to Oslo as we speak. You can call my Foreign Office for verification if you like."

"Yes, that would be most helpful. I am sorry for the inconvenience."

"I appreciate your attention to detail, actually. The number you need to call is xx-xxx-xxx-xxxx."

"Thank you for understanding, Queen Sylvia. May I put you on hold for just a moment or would you prefer I call you back?"

"I will hold. You may have difficulty reaching this number with a call back."

After about a 5 minute wait, Anna was on the phone, "Sylvia? What is the matter?"

"Anna, Harold has passed away. He will lie in state at Olav V's hall at Castle Akershus for a week beginning tomorrow and I was hoping you and Aron would be able to attend the funeral?"

"Oh I am so sorry, Sylvia! He was such a nice man. Aron just walked up. My love, Sylvia is on the phone about Harold's passing."

"Hello Sylvia?"

"Hello Aron."

"I am so sorry to hear about Harold. What are your plans and how can we help?"

"My Foreign Ministry will be in touch shortly. I just wanted to call you personally and let you know the two of you are welcome to stay in the Royal Palace should you wish to attend the funeral in a week's time."

"Yes, Sylvia, we would be honored to attend. I have some political stuff to iron out but we can be there in 4 day's time. Thank you for the personal invite. Where will he be lying in state?"

"At Olav V's hall at Castle Akershus which will be open for all our subjects to pay their respects. The funeral will be held in the Castle Chapel and he will be entombed in the The Royal Mausoleum in the Castle of Akershus. Only you two, the President of the United States, Ambassador Walker and his wives, and a few of our dignitaries will be allowed into the Mausoleum for the entombment."

"You have our deepest condolences, Sylvia. We will be there in 4 days time. Thank you for the personal call."

When Sylvia had finished her calls, I took her by the hand to the back of the plane and we lay there as we spooned, just cuddling.

Sylvia whispered, "This is not going to be a cake walk. The Prime Minister had designs on ascending to the throne before Harold designated our baby to be heir apparent."

"Do you suspect a political attack?"

"His only recourse now is my death, and the death of the baby. The Hans Majestet Kongens Garde, The King's Guard, are all fiercly loyal. However, those few close to the Prime Minister may be compromised."

"Sylvia, we have the resources to be able to listen in to any conversation where a cell phone is present within the Castle and Palace. If you would permit, I can unleash my hounds to keep tabs on any possible issues. Discretion being paramount."

Sylvia sighed, "That would be helpful. Can the boys be discrete enough not to get caught?"

"Hon, our own CIA had no clue until we allowed them to figure it out."

Sylvia nodded, "Good, you have my permission."

I spoke into the room, "You hear that boys?"

A single speaker above the bed crackled softly, "We are on it. We will report only to you or Queen Sylvia."

Sylvia smiled, "Thank you."

Cheech and Chong then immediately planned and initiated 'Operation Royal'. Within 20 minutes every phone in both the Palace and the Castle was a listening post and they also tapped into both closed circuit video surveillance systems through their secured WiFi backbones. The boys personally evaluated every data stream in real time having temporarily distributed their consciousness through a network of localized servers so as not to be easily traced.

Cheech mentioned to Chong: "You recognize the change?"

"Of course. He did not keep operational control. We have been set loose to do the job as we see fit. We must strive to reinforce his trust in us. This operation must be high priority. I am developing analysis algorithms to help us. When finished I will query you for your input."

"I will work on rooting out any data holes we have. The more information we can gather the safer the family will be."

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Sylvia called Harold's manservant, "Manfred, this is your Queen. I was wanting to know how you and the staff are holding up?"

Manfred's voice cracked as he spoke, "My Queen, I am currently meeting with the heads of the departments in the palace. May I put you on speaker so all may hear?"

"Absolutely, Manfred." After a short pause, Sylvia continued, "My most loyal subjects, I wish you to know I realize I am not the only one bound to duties in the midst of our bereavement. If you are like me, tears come unbidden. You need not attempt to hide your grief from me to spare me. Indeed, our shared grief helps us all and brings us closer together."

"Frieda, are you listening?"

"I... I am, my Queen," she answered with great trepidation.

"Frieda, I wish you to know you are beyond forgiven. You gave Harold many moments of happiness and for that I am grateful. Your official position and status remain unchanged, as with all the servants in the Palace. You all served my husband well and I would be a fool to not recognize and appreciate you all."

Manfred replied, "Thank you my Queen. You just allayed many fears. Your wisdom and benevolence are appreciated."

"I would like you all to know I will be arriving with 21 guests within a few hours and they will require 15 of our best rooms as they will be staying at the Palace with us. Be sure to incorporate everyone in the family dining room for meals. These guests are to have full run of the Palace with no restrictions or limitations and are to be treated as you would treat me or our late King. Are there any questions?"

"Including access to your private quarters, my Queen?"

"Yes, Manfred, even to my private quarters, any time, day or night... as well as the secret passages, their entrances, exits, and escape routes."

"Are we expecting trouble, my Queen?"

"Manfred, you know as much about the underlying politics involved as I. Perhaps even more so. I am hoping for the best, but planning for the worst. My death and the death of King Harold's heir is the quickest path to the regency. Please pull in the leadership of the Royal Guard and let them know of my concerns... with strict instructions not to include any known members of the Guard who have associated with the Prime Minister or those under their authority."

"A most wise decision, my Queen."

"And Manfred, there are moles within the Palace Guard. If any of the servant staff have ideas who they are, I need to know as soon as I arrive. All suspicions welcome as full investigations will be discretely conducted."

"Yes, my Queen. We will begin discrete inquiries immediately."

"Manfred, do you still have the original proclamation of King Harold's heir?"

"I do, my Queen. King Harold demanded I keep it safe and to present it to you upon your return, though I must say, the Prime Minister has been most adamant he should maintain it himself."

"As your Queen, I am commanding King Harold's wishes be adhered to in this and all matters of which you are aware. All such issues should be brought to my attention as soon as humanly possible so I may make informed decisions, however."

"As you command, my Queen. I have already had word sent to the Storting reminding them that interference with the transition of the monarchy is punishable by life in prison or banishment at the whim of the incoming Monarch: per King Harold's wishes."

"Thank you Manfred. You have served your King well. I look forward to working with you as your Queen."

"At your pleasure, my Queen."

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