Zai and Tim Pt. 04

This is part 4 of a long 8-part story that builds while providing plenty of plot twists. Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is, a fun story. Special thanks to rancher46 and RF-Fast for editing my story.

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Chapter 16 -- Home

Carla points at two guards, "Do you need help getting him and our luggage to our room?"

The guards look at mom; Mom says, "Give them her mother's room. They can use that until we add on to the castle." Mom points at another woman, "Beverages and food for my son and his girlfriend."

Carla is going to object, mom cuts her off, "Until he asks, and you say yes, you're his girlfriend. Go take a nap. We have government business to attend to, and then I will check up on you two."

Mom has the look of an angry woman on her face as she addresses her Cabinet, "I gather you noticed there are many empty seats today. Those missing all conspired against me. They're dead. Many corporate owners or CEOs are also dead for their parts in either trying to kill me or stop the peace conference. Funny thing, their replacements happened immediately, and they too were going to continue with the plan.

"Women from that group and from the following group have also died. I wonder, how many of you will get promoted and think they can still make the old way work? How many new cabinet members will try to continue with their plan?

"That killer, who was here earlier? She left. Her friends, people you don't know, are still here. My son is watching, and he has very good, loyal people. Be careful of what you say and what plans you make. Your first task is to decide who takes the prestigious jobs, swapping positions, and who we promote from the groups with no manager.

"Samantha, you are my #2 now. You wrangle this group and get me some answers. Go to the back of the room and discuss. You three," indicating her daughters, "What do you want to do?"

Tamara smiles, "I want to work for Tim."

Her mother smiles, "Nice try. Other than Samantha's job, does anything interest you? Or do you want to remain a princess?"

Tamara is first to say, "No. It's time we grow up and learn how to rule. Starting with a cabinet position will be a good start. I want the utilities."

Her mother is impressed, "That's a rough one. We need lots of modernizing and have no money for it."

Tamara adds, "Storms do damage, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. I want to test myself."

*****

Meanwhile, I wake up while being wheeled down a long hallway with old pictures of people on the wall.

Carla notices that I am awake, "Stay seated; we're going to mom's room for a nap."

I inquire, "Your mom has her own room in this palace? Wow."

Carla chuckles, "Both moms try to outdo each other with the fanciest of everything. They each have rooms for each other that are amazing. Remember the first dinner and the dresses they wore? Those each cost a mint."

We turn a corner, and there is a fantastic door. It's 3D in the shape of a rose. They carved it out of wood. It's massive, yet a slight pull easily opens the door. Inside is a magical fairyland. The walls are painted like an enchanted forest on a light cloudy day. There is a pond in the corner with a waterfall.

The furniture is whimsical or in the shape of an animal. I see Unicorns, dragons, and beautifully colored birds in huge cages. Everyone stands in awe of the fantastic room. I stand up, not even realizing that I did.

The canopy bed is covered in white and pink tulle. The ancient Greek bath is straight out of a movie. A small area holds hot and cold food while another holds hot and cold beverages. The place truly is amazing.

I walk out towards the balcony, and some type of fruit is starting to bloom. The terrace looks out on acres of gardens that are manicured to perfection. The view is spectacular.

I am broken from my trace by Carla pushing me towards the bed. I take off my pants and shirt before crawling into bed. Food and drink just showed up. Carla is picking something out for us to eat and drink. I love this bed; it's firm yet fluffy. The pillows are supportive and soft at the same time.

Carla has way too much fun feeding me. I feel like a toddler. She decided I had enough, and its nap time for me. I don't want a nap. Carla doesn't care. She has me lay down, and then she curls up in front of me.

*****

Four hours later, mom is waking us up.

Mom starts us off with, "Four more deaths have been reported. Nobody was in a government position, at least. I will address the planet again tonight to announce the promotions and changes in my Cabinet. There are grumblings and protests because of my changes in policy about men. That will grow and become a serious issue.

"When you are outside of the castle walls, you will take plenty of security with you. I feel there is something more still brewing. Someone is orchestrating all of this. Someone is organizing the anti-men protests. I would like your people to help. I don't feel safe."

That's quite the bombshell.

I lament, "It's going to be harder now. They won't use technology to communicate. That's the first thing we will look for." I can see that I have confused them. "OK, let me make this easy. Two people pass ten email and text messages a day for two years. Now it's only two and its places and times.

"Could be they moved closer. It could be their planning a hostile takeover. False leads now mean they're part of it. It's going to get weird out there. Carla, better let your mom know."

Carla enables her personal communicator, "Hello Zai."

She calls my ship?

Carla smiles at me and my surprised look, "Tell mommy I want my six and to be careful. Tim says it's not over yet. He also suggested they aren't using technology for communication anymore. Stay safe. Zai put a priority on that message. I want you to take it personally. Thank you. Bye."

My girlfriend just talked to MY ship, gave her orders, and Zai accepted them as if they came from me.

Carla is giggling from my shocked reaction to the handling of MY ship. She moves closer to me, wraps her arms around me. With light pressure, she kisses me.

As Carla pulls away, she looks up at me and says with a timid voice, "Sorry. Even Zai knows I outrank you. I am a woman." She then laughs hard. "Oh Tim, there is no way she follows my orders unless she knows you would agree with them. Mom understands that 'My Six' are my six personal bodyguards. She had the best six assembled and trained to protect me in her realm. Mom knew that I would replace her someday.

"With killing all those trying to remain at war now done, I thought I would be safe. It's nothing, but I think it's the safe thing to do. Mom and my sisters also have exceptional people. I think we need to recruit a set for you."

I was going to object, but mom cut me off, "I've already started the process. Your mother explained how she handles security. I never needed it before. I guess I was naive. With your six being experienced, I will put them in charge of our personal security force.

"When your six get here, you have appointments with an architecture firm and an interior decorator. They will help you build and decorate a home inside the castle walls overlooking the garden. I am customizing a pod car for you. It will have all the latest security features."

I cut in, "Looking at the clock, it's almost time to address the planet."

Mom laughs, "They can wait. You two, get some sleep. I will be back later tonight. I want to snuggle up and get a great night's sleep. The stress is bothering me, and you're perfect for releasing stress Tim."

Carla has an evil smile on her face, "I thought you said sleep? Stress release sounds more accurate."

Mom is immediately defensive, holding up her hands in a stop position, "Oh no, he's your man. I slept in his arms once, and it was awesome."

Carla quickly changes to a dreamy smile, "Yes, it is."

Mom saunters out of the room. Carla pulls the blanket over us. I am asleep in moments.

*****

It's only thirty minutes later that I am woken up. Carla is moaning loud, and I soon have a huge smile on my face at how ingenious my girlfriend is. We are spooning with her in front of me. She maneuvered my cock into her juicy peach. Even on her side, she is sliding her body over the satin sheets to fuck herself on my cock.

It's not even, and she's working too hard to achieve orgasm. I can make this better. I already have an arm around her. In a flash, my other arm holds her hard to my chest, still laying on my side. The arm against the bed pushes me up to my knees, bringing Carla with me. Now I am sitting up in bed, on my knees. My free arm grabs her left arm while my arm that was holding her body slides back to the other arm. I let both arms go and grab again at her elbows. PERFECT!

She is now on her knees and leaning forward. That gives me room to roll my hips and propel my cock into her juicy pussy. She loves sex, but this is the first time she's been this excited and producing so much liquid. Carla starts with a growl that quickly crescendos into a loud, embarrassing scream as I push forward. Every lance is a scream.

Each scream is louder as I slowly increase the speed. This isn't a loving fuck; no, this is pure unadulterated LUST. She is horny and taking what she wants, me. I am giving her exactly what she wants and both of us are loving it. I hope mom is done with her speech.

Twenty minutes in, and Carla's losing her voice. I move to speed fucking. Typically, I move to a fast rate and then save the fastest for the end. She might hurt her voice, so she gets my fastest now. No more screaming. She is fighting just to hold on, trying not to orgasm. She wants that orgasm to build in intensity. I want her to rest, so I am doing everything I can to make her orgasm now.

In between deep breaths, I say, "This one will give you, our child."

A typical scream is guttural, low pitch, and loud. Carla produced some type of scream closer to an opera singer's note. She held it long, and it matched the opera singer's energy. It started off as a solid high pitch. As time marched on, she lost energy, the volume trailed off, and the pitch lowered.

I am cold and weak; I let go of her arms. My cock is pulled out as she falls forward. Immediately, two women come to our aid. They dry us off and hold us tight. We are given oxygen. OK, is this really necessary? This seems like overkill. Mom did this. It's a nice gesture being toweled off. Perspiration causes chills. Remove it, and you don't get cold as fast. I don't need oxygen, though, nor someone to hold me. I want Carla.

I politely sit up and pull Carla to me.

I tell the two assistants, "I got it now. The towels were nice, the holding was cute, but the oxygen was unnecessary."

Bev tells me, "Sorry, Queen's orders. My monitor said you were both low on oxygen; that was my call. You two were amazing. I volunteer to help train men when you get to it. Carla obviously had a fantastic time. I could use some of that."

Carla isn't moving, but she quickly responds, "Tim is taken. Not all men are as awesome, and we are in love. Both make a big difference. However, a real cock is VERY satisfying. OK, the one I have is VERY satisfying. I don't have any other experience, and I don't want any other man."

I add, "It's more than a physical connection between us. When you find the right partner, you will understand."

I fall back into the pillows. Carla cuddles up with me. Her head is on my chest, and her fingers outline my muscles. She has a fantastic smile on her face. She's also purring like a kitten.

*****

Four hours later and mom comes into the room. The lights turn on, and that wakes Carla and me. Mom looks fatigued. She's had a long, hard night. Mom sits on the edge of the bed, opposite Carla. She is removing her dress. Bev helps her.

I cautiously ask mom, "Something wrong? You look worn out."

Mom has a deep sigh before softly saying, "A good friend of mine was promoted two days ago. She was killed tonight. Most of my cabinet members have stopped using electronic communications. Are they plotting or scared? Then to top it all off, ten minutes into my speech, I could hear you two going at it. I turned red from embarrassment.

"I added a line to my speech, 'That is what it sounds like for a woman to have sex with a man.' I was still embarrassed. The shopping can wait for Carla's six to arrive. There is no need to risk it without them around. Now move over; I need room. I'm tired."

I moved over into the center of the large bed. Mom waited for Carla to claim her space. Once Carla is settled, mom cuddles in on the opposite side. I have one arm around each woman. We all quickly fall asleep.

Chapter 17 -- Shopping

We all are shocked awake from a distant explosion. We all scurry out of bed to use the washroom and shower. We showered together to speed things up. Due to the tragic event, all we did was a shower. While drying off, Bev interrupts us.

Bev says respectfully, "Your Highness, a Department of Agriculture building was blown up this morning. Security, cleaning, and maintenance personnel were in the building. Three hours later, and it would ...."

No more words are needed.

Mom is hostile at me now, "Why don't you get your people on this new issue? People are dying, and you're doing nothing!" We need the help.

I roll my eyes, "No."

Even Carla questions me, "No? You won't help out?"

I shake my head sadly, looking at the floor. How do I explain the obvious?

I walk to the table. I pick up some clean sliced fruit and a fork. Then I grab some apple juice. I sit down, and even though I selected a fork, I use my fingers to pick the fruit to eat. I smile as I see this irks both mom and Carla. They can finally agree on something. I dare not smile.

I start my argument, "I have a highly specialized team of people that are trying to keep us alive by weeding out the rotten eggs. You'll have me split up my team so that half of them do something they're not experts at, and then I only have half a team trying to keep us alive. I say no.

"What I will do is sit back and make them follow the rules of engagement. They will call a second team specializing in terrorism and civil disobedience to solve that issue. All my teams play chess; they may be on the way already."

Carla reservedly asks, "How big is your organization?"

I grin, "Massive. Every civilized planet, moon, and orbiting space stations have my people. Each location is autonomous; I can't make every decision. I control many specialists, and we consult on bigger issues. My one rule is: Make the Universe a better place for humans when the local government can't or won't. We can't get involved with individuals unless they are particularly offensive. We stay out of the public eye. I was amazed when Vanessa sat on the stage. I am sure there was a reason, but that is something we avoid."

*****

We spend the day analyzing data. Mom visited the scene and made another speech. The following day, we plan what we want in our new house. I didn't see the need to have a bedroom for Monica as mom had one. I lost that battle when she pointed out that we will have children and there is no way her mother will sleep very far from them.

I can see my mother doing the same thing. We will have a bedroom for each sister and her mother. Each will accommodate a partner and babies in the case of the sisters. This is so not what I wanted to do today.

That night Zai returned with fifteen security people. Mom's people blew a gasket. Six for Carla, six for me, and three officers to coordinate and scout areas. They agreed to work with mom's people to cross-train. Carla and I like that, if nothing else, they learn to work together as a team.

*****

Finally, we are on our way to see a few of the area's best architects. I'm looking forward to starting on our house. I have never had a place, and the idea of having a permanent home is incredible to me. I am excited, yet my mind is busy with all the ways this can go wrong today. If they are willing to blow up a building, killing me could be the top of their list.

Both teams agree that they haven't had enough time to plan another attack, so we should be safe. I smile; if I had a credit for every time, I heard that I would be rich ... er. I think I am rich. I must be. I am building and decorating a home.

Traffic is terrible, but not horrible. It's past rush hour. It takes us longer than expected to reach the building. Carla and I walk hand in hand. That meant that a few of the security team scouted ahead and checked the doors while we are closely surrounded and followed from behind.

Immediately upon entering the building, I stop. They have a grand entrance with unique flooring and back walls. There is thick glass on the sides, so I can see people working and the security people at the desk in front of me. The ceiling goes up at least ten floors, making it a spacious room. Everyone adjusts to me, I stop walking. Carla looks at me questioningly.

Everyone in the building looks scared. Is it because I'm a man? Is there something else that has them nervous? I can't see the corners of the rooms. Are there gunmen there?

An older woman from the front desk speaks up, "Are you, Tim? You're expected on the 193rd floor."

She steps out from behind the counter. As she gracefully walks to us, the doors to the two sides open. My head spins, and I see a dozen women run from the corner and then to the doors. The problem with their plan is that only one person at a time can make it through the door. Our security team has no problem handling that.

Carla and the others take out the guards at the desk that reach for their weapons and the people above, reaching over the railings. With deadly speed and accuracy, they are efficiently wiped out.

The older woman is like a bullet. She rushes past my guards. She has no weapon; they ignore her. That was a big mistake. Her thumb has a rubber covering. The covering is thin; when she grabs my arm, the covering breaks, and the contact poison seeps into my skin.

Oh shit, I know this poison; I have been exposed to it several times before. It has a very distinctive taste. I said taste because after being exposed, a bitter taste is my mouth occurred. It did right now. Each exposure was a tiny part of a single drop when a full drop spilled. I was hit by a small amount of a dose five times. This is a full dose, much larger than anything I have ever experienced.

Because I was expendable, Mary had me handle all the poisons. I am partially resistant to over a dozen deadly potions. I wonder if I have enough resistance to survive this. I feel cold; my vision is narrowing. I can see Carla screaming, but I can't hear her. I fall asleep.

*****

Carla's point of view:

I don't know what the old lady did to Tim, but a touch made him crumple. Poison? I don't care right now. On seeing Tim crumple, a shot went between her eyes.

I yell out, "Tim's in danger; I need a hospital, NOW!"

We are escorted outside the building by the team. Four women carry Tim out. A cloud car picks us up, crushing other cars when it lands. While waiting, I feel that now familiar prickling is on my skin because a forcefield is surrounding us. I heard several shots, and almost instantly, I saw thin lasers from the sky take out individuals in the crowd. Thank you, Zia! We quickly board and streak towards the hospital.

Tim is cold; they wrap him in a blanket. Partially, he is in shock. How did they plan that so quickly? Insider.

I open my communicator, "Zai, have Tim's team look for a traitor. They were too well prepared for today. They knew we were coming."

My six crew members look at me with surprise in their eyes. I didn't tell them first.