Standing in for Dad

Unexpected Visitors

The night before the wedding, Bill arrived with a good contingent of Secret Service. I met him at the estate airport, and we talked on the way to the castle.

Bill intoned, "There are those within the cabinet who want to take you and the family out for the assassinations of the Joint Chiefs and the other secretaries. I vetoed it, reminding them those idiots are the ones who shot first and what you did was self-defense. However, I am also being pressured to pull your ambassadorship and let go all the members of your family being paid by government."

I chuckled, "I figured that would happen. Don't worry about it. That is also one of the reasons we upgraded all the weapons on the yacht with our own proprietary munitions."

Bill nodded. "I thought that might be the case. So, the SecDef will be reassigning your SEALs and pilots after I leave this evening. I just want to make sure we are still good."

"Absolutely, Bill. But I want to let you know, the SEALs and pilots have all resigned the military effective immediately and will be staying with us."

Bill winced, "Okay, I can make that happen. I will authorize early retirement for everyone with full privileges."

0o0

The wedding went off without a hitch. The main ballroom was decorated with theme appropriate tapestries and lots of flowers and greenery accentuated the original theme of the castle. A thick red carpet covered the division between the bride's and groom's sides.

What surprised me was all the guests dressed in theme. Everything was early American Aristocratic. DC and I walked Beth and Walsh up the isle and gave them away. Bill, the President of the United States, got another Justice of the Peace certificate and married them in a flawless ceremony.

Immediately afterwards, chairs were realigned and tables were brought in while the stage where the wedding was performed was transformed into a stage for a band who played period specific music as we mingled and ate and drank into the night. About midnight, the four newlyweds ran through a gauntlet of bird seed to the waiting, matching pair of burgundy and gold, vintage, 1930 Duesenberg Model J Road cars which drove them to the Craigg airport to their waiting plane.

There, waiting for them were four security bots, Samantha, Erin, and Captain Baayer who escorted them into the Jet for a flight to Epcot in Orlando, Florida. Samantha and Erin were outside the plane wearing only in their garter belts and nylons with matching shoes as the couples drove up and Captain Barns chuckled, "I can see why everyone wants to fly Craigg Air."

Erin and Samantha both gushed. Erin gave Barns a big hug and kiss, "Thank you for the compliment, Captain."

Samantha hugged him as well and said, "We are sure you all need some rest after a day and a half of high stress. Why don't you come onboard and get a few hours rest. You can join the mile high club on the way back from Orlando."

Jake added, "I hope this doesn't mean we cannot enjoy the eye candy!"

Samantha jiggled her boobs in his face, "Absolutely not! Enjoy to your heart's content!"

With that, everyone boarded the plane and the newlyweds promptly fell into the sleep of pure, unadulterated exhaustion.

Erin looked at the four security bots and asked, "You boys capable of having and enjoying some good sex?

To a bot, they nodded yes with shit eating grins on their faces. It took them all of one minute to undress and spit roast both the stewardesses.

0o0

When our chopper landed at the Stalingrad airport, the Russian President was escorted to the VIP hall there. When he entered, the leaders of his military, along with an armed squad of Kremlin guards, were there. Soon after, the carpet and a wall were in need of replacing due to the large amount of blood splatter.

Fourteen hours later, right after the newlyweds left, the family were air lifted to The Le Délice de Susan in waves until everyone was present and accounted for... and asleep in their rooms. Red had the captain's chair and she had her new lover, Benny, at the helm. Red and Anise were teaching her the finer points of ship navigation and Benny was beside herself with excitement.

Anise did at least wait until the yacht was out of the harbor before she slipped a well lubed, remote-controlled butt plug, giving Red the remote. Anise stood behind Benny, reaching around and caressing Red's submissive partner. She and Red had found out that Benny could climax just with having her nipples pleasured so Anise gave them plenty of attention as her hands roamed over Benny's tummy, buttocks, and thighs.

Anise had what looked like a reverse brass knuckle that was actually a powerful hand vibrator. She was standing beside Benny as the two inner fingers of her right hand slipped between Benny's pussy lips and moved in a lazy line between the tip of her clit to as deep inside her pussy as was possible. She moved back and forth, vibrating Benny's lips, cunnie, and clit as her fingers lightly repeated their slippery path.

Anise also latched onto Benny's right nipple and was suckling while Benny whimpered and attempted to stay standing while holding onto the ship's wheel. Red was closely watching and had turned on the autopilot which disengaged the wheel so Benny didn't get embarrassed by sailing them in a wide circle as she climaxed.

Just as Benny was about to cum a third time, Red hit the max button on the anal vibrator as Anise slipped her two fingers as deep into Benny's pussy as possible, cupping her upper pussy and clit in her palm while pressing against her engorged clit with a very wet hand.

Benny came hard, her whole body shuddering as she slowly went to the floor of the bridge, "Sorry, Mistress, but girl cannot stand and pilot the ship right now," she was able to get out after exhaling and taking in a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

Benny sat, getting her breath back. She was eventually able to stand a few minutes after one of the galley staff had brought up a strawberry and vanilla protein shake to help her recover. Poor girl's body was shaking from a low sugar crisis.

After about 30 minutes she was able to get back up and again take command of the ship's wheel. Soon after, though, Redbeard the pirate AI in charge of scanning and assessing possible threats to the ship spoke up, "Cap'n Red! I suggest we go to General Quarters!"

Red hit the appropriate contact on the Captain's chair and intoned, "All hands to General Quarters! This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. A possible threat is being analyzed."

Within 15 seconds, both dads, both LTs and I were on the Bridge, and I called out "Sit-Rep!"

Red asked Redbeard, "Whatcha got ya mangy pirate?"

Redbeard responded, "Cap'n Red, thar be somtin we cannot see out in the waters bearing 310 degrees true. The seas have no wave action on tha surface which be depressed 3 feet into the surface 'o' the water in a circular pattern roughly 2 kilometers wide. Our air cover spotted it and relayed the information as a possible threat."

"Distance?" I asked.

"Twenty kilometers and closing, Sir. It is on a constant bearing indicating it is attempting to intercept our course."

I nodded, "Red, I suggest we pull up all the munitions and have them on hot standby. Do not engage unless fired upon or one of the command staff gives the order. Helm, all stop but be ready to go to flank speed and perform evasive actions if required."

Benny looked to Anise with pleading eyes and Anise smiled, nodded, and took over the ship's wheel; realizing Benny was out of her depth in a tactical situation.

Red fired off the commands and Redbeard responded, "Aye Aye Cap'n Red. Them choppers be sendin' in video of it's approach 'n' ah be recordin' 'n' relayin' tah yourn tablets."

"LTs, I need snipers on the top deck, a team here to secure the bridge, and a team with me and several bots, all in light bending camo, arraigned in a semi-circle around the rear of the stern of the second deck. Whoever this is, they may want to parlay."

The SEAL's got geared up and in position in 6 minutes while I ran to my cabin to dress up in some formal clothes. We all met on the aft deck with six of the bots. Everyone but me was cloaked. One of the bots had lowered the swim platform to just above the wave crests and I stepped out on it as I watched the depression in the sea slowly move to the aft of the ship and settle there.

I was able to see the edge of the depression nearest me now and it seemed to stretch in a wide arc as far as I could see to both sides of the Yacht. We were all hooked into the secured coms and one of the bots mentioned, "Grandfather, there seems to be a change developing on the surface of the unknown craft."

Just as he finished, the space ship came into view. It appeared to be made of a smooth, white metal. It was not spinning and reminded me of two bowls, facing each other and separated by about 55 meters of vertical wall. It made no sound.

I whispered to everyone, "Keep it loose and calm everyone. They obviously want to make contact. We will assume peaceful until proven otherwise."

The lead bot and LTs responded, "Roger that. Calm, cool, and under control."

After about 30 seconds from settling into place, a demarcation line seemed to appear just out from the swim platform and an oval part of the spaceship's side faded away as a 2-meter-wide plank with handrails extended to the swim platform, resting lightly on the edge.

I realized just then I had forgotten to take a piss as I got dressed and I was now regretting that decision.

A gentle blue tinged light was being emitted from the opening and soon, what seemed to be an honor guard of humanoids in futuristic battle armor stepped out onto the ramp. One spoke up in impeccable English, "Mr. Walker, we come in peace with a proposition. We are Atraskans and our home world is in the star cluster your people have named M92."

I stepped forward and bowed slightly, "I am Harry Walker, a citizen of the United States. We welcome our visitors who come in peace and offer our hand of friendship in return. We are curious, however, as to the reason of your contact today?"

The humanoid responded, "We understand your curiosity and need for taking up defensive positions. We wish to deescalate our meeting, if you are amenable? The optical camouflage of your team, while impressive, cannot hide your associates from us."

I nodded, "Redbeard, let's come off of battle stations and turn down the defensive batteries, please. SEALs, take off your cloaks, stand down, and exit the aft deck and Salon. Bots, and LTs remain with me, please."

"Thank you for your act of faith, Mr. Walker. May I present the Lady Lumina, our Queen."

With that proclamation, a 6-foot-tall humanoid stepped into the doorway. She was sporting platinum white, waist long hair that did nothing to hide her Extended/Spock Ears similar to those seen in the Warhammer 40,000 science fiction motif.

Her skin was a robin's egg blue, and she sported a statuesque figure with an ample chest which tapered in feminine lines that flared nicely across her hips ending in long, supple legs.

She was wearing a silver top that had a string coming from behind her back and widened as it worked across her shoulders and crisscrossing her chest, cupping each breast in light folds of fabric before continuing, again in small strings, like strands behind her back. This top showcased a lot of cleavage and tummy.

Below the tops of her hips, sensuously clinging to her skin barely above her mons Venus, she wore what could be described as a fabric copy of a sparsely strung grass dress made of the same fabric of her top. The strands of fabric barely concealing what one would assume was her sex and ending at her knees.

The strands seemingly moved of their own volition, only slightly influenced by the sway of her hips as she walked. The result was an intoxicating tease where her sex was always just hidden from my eyes.

The fabric of her outfit was similar to the etched metallic, laser enhanced, sparkly stickers one sees that changes colors depending on how the light hits the fabric's surface.

Her hair was held in place behind her head by a platinum oval lined with large diamonds, rubies, and other precious gemstones and was held in place by three integral reversed combs in her hair. Her hair waived as if almost weightless as she walked.

She didn't wear shoes and her feet were perfectly proportioned with all her nails (painted?) colored in a navy blue. The Queen had a regal bearing in her posture while also able to exude unbridled sensuality.

Her wide smile and eyes with cat shaped irises, in the same navy blue of her nails, seemed to reflect the lights of galaxies within her pupils.

This space elf was absolutely stunning!

She slowly, sensually, walked up to face me and spoke, "Hello, Mr. Harry Walker. It is a pleasure to meet you at long last." Her voice was melodic, reminiscent of the haunting, ghostly, multi voiced sound of an Aeolian Harp.

One of the bots beside me reached up and closed my mouth, bringing me to my senses. With a slight blush I responded, "Queen Lumina, the pleasure is obviously mine. I apologize for being so dumbstruck, but in my defense, it isn't every day one encounters an alien space elf in all her glory. Please, if you feel comfortable, perhaps we could move inside into a more climate conditioned area to have our discussions?"

"That would be lovely, thank you. And please just call me Luna. May I be so bold as to ask if I may call you Harry?"

I nodded and smiled, "Harry works. This way, please." Luna placed her arm in mine as I led her through the salon area, the wide glass doors opening automatically as we approached. We entered an elevator and rose up to the owner's deck where the immediate family was waiting for us.

Her skin contact was electric... as in I was getting small static electric shocks along my skin where she made contact.

"Luna, I would like to introduce the family... " I began only to be politely interrupted.

"I know everyone here very well, thank you. The doting and very supportive wife, Susan, Xi the devoted second wife with exceptional martial abilities, James, your biological father, Barbara your biological mother, Leesie your sister's mother, DC and Izzy your extended family step parents, Heavylift, Batgirl, and Ladyhawk, and the bubbly Penny, the stoic Cathy, Doc, and the blindingly intellectual DD. I am Queen Lumina of the Atraskan Empire. Please call me Luna, though. I prefer not to stand on ceremony when in private."

We all sat down in the lounge area and I started with, "Safety first: Is your ship visible to our satellites? If so, we can expect visitors rather soon."

Luna's laugh sounded like a Piccolo flute, "Yes, for now, we are. However, no one will be allowed to approach and any weapons launched at us will not penetrate our shields... which also encompass your craft as a courtesy."

DD then spoke up, "Luna, you seem to know all about us, our culture, and our species. Could you tell us a bit about yours?"

Luna nodded and smiled, "We call ourselves the Atraskans. Our people were roaming the stars before this solar system ever formed. Our species has taken on the role of being what you would call keepers of the peace between the space faring species of the Universe."

DD smiled, "May I ask how you enforce that peace?"

Luna nodded, "Our technology has advanced to the point we are able to deny interstellar travel to hostile species who violate the peace. We allow them to travel within their respective solar systems but not beyond. Any ship attempting to go beyond their sun's heliopause is simply turned around via a wormhole, back to their home world."

DD sat back and asked the essential question, "Well, you have obviously scouted us out and have formed an opinion of our species, so why us and why now?"

Luna smiled, "And you already know that answer."

Cheech replied, "With the rise of us and our taking over the world's nuclear arsenals without the wish to outright run the world as overlords, the dynamic has changed."

"Yes."

I then added, "You mentioned a proposition of some sort?"

Luna shifted in her seat. Most of us in the family picked up on this was the crux of their visit and it was important to the Atraskans and/or Luna herself.

"Well, DD: It was interesting you took that line of questioning. You see, one of the more hostile species, another ape like derivative similar to yourselves, has developed a way to counter our technology. They have become a most lethal adversary."

I was getting the feeling I didn't like where this was going.

"And?" LT asked after an extended pause.

"And, in a bid to save our people, we have initiated their right of ascension to rule through hand-to-hand combat."

I hung my head, "Go on."

"Well, our people are pacifists and have not developed the art of war, Harry. But, you are well versed and have become the epitome of martial art prowess."

"And you want me to be your champion."

Luna nodded, "But there is a catch."

Sue finally got a bit frustrated and said, "Spit it out."

"You have to either be royal blood or life bonded to royal blood."

Dad chuckled, "So, Harry has to marry you, and fight a hostile race champion to preserve the peace of the universe."

Luna nodded again, "I remind you your planet is part of the Universe. This species will not stop until they have killed or enslaved your species, and your family, Harry."

Cathy's eyes narrowed, "But your people are the immediate threat. You are first on the list to be eliminated or enslaved."

Luna sat a bit more upright, "I would think, being the primary threat to them at this time, that would be a logical conclusion, yes."

I reached out and took Luna's hand; she was trembling, "How many have you lost so far?"

"Three million eternal beings. You see, Harry, we have mastered the biological realm and do not die except by accident or murder. The loss of a single soul is a crushing blow."

DD caught something, "Why can't you procreate?"

Luna looked directly at DD, "We have tried, but the DNA sequencing is fighting us. We are too ancient a species and our genetic longevity engineering prevents gamete production in our males, I am told. We need new DNA sequences and that is another one of the reasons we were investigating your planet."

Doc intoned, "We have compatible DNA."

Luna nodded and then looked to me, "Will you help us?"

Xi asked, "What chance does he have of defeating their champion?"

Luna exhaled a breath, "We cannot be certain, but with the enhancements we can provide your body, we believe you will have a 63.4 percent chance of survival."

Sue and both Mom's choked out at the same time, "SURVIVAL!"

Luna nodded, "It is a fight to the death."

"How long do I have to prepare?"

Luna's eyes opened with hope, knowing the only reason for asking such a question, "Three of your Earth months. The first week will be installing the enhancements such as increased muscle density for super human strength, transportation of carbon fiber filaments into your bones, cartilage, ligaments, and tendons to handle that added strength, increasing your metabolism to provide increased stamina and energy to effectively use those enhancements in an extended hand-to-hand battle, and alteration of your nerves and brain to enhance your quickness and speed."

"That time would also include the embedding of a wet wired quantum processor chip and memory into your brain to store the sum total of all your planet's martial arts skills. The rest of the time would be for integration of all that biotechnology."

"And what do we get out of this?" DC asked.

"You're family gets all our technology to share as you see fit including biological/medical, energy generation, space travel, materials science, and our comprehensive database of all sentient life in the Universe. Harry would be King of the Atraskans as well as the Goruks, the race whose champion, King Gregoroun, he will defeat."