The Queen's Guard

A Lost Cause

    Silence. The man continued to kneel breathing heavily, He was trying to regain his composure and I really did not know what to make of this. This man who was barely winded after an hour of blocking every strike during training was now breathing heavily at my feet. He had been brought to his knees by my touch. 

    "How did that feel?" I asked him.

    "My queen, I can not begin to describe it." He looked at me, his eyes like pools of melted chocolate. I desperately, wanted to touch him. I wanted to see his calm demeanor crack again and to know I had the power to do that was intoxicating.

    "Is it a feeling worth dying for?" I asked.

    His looked changed, for a moment he appeared alarmed, but then he looked determined. "Yes." He said, 

I knelt down in front of him and we sat in silence. 

    "Your name?" I suddenly asked. I wanted to know so much more, now. Who was this man in front of me? This man who even when he knelt in front of me failed to be intimidated. Even without his armor, after being brought to his knees by a simple touch he still held an aura of calm. 

    "Max" he said and I laughed.

    "So simple, Max." I repeated as if trying the name out to see if it would roll off my tongue.  "My name is Emilia." He nodded to show he understood. He didn't dare speak my name and I already knew why. My reputation as a ruthless ruler preceded me. It was a tool highly recommended by my predecessors. We would create horrific stories about what was done to people who had crossed us and make sure they were well known throughout the men's village. The stories did not have to be true, but if a man ever crossed the line he would never return to the village to tell the tale. 

    "Speak to me." I commanded. 

    "Is this what the spy described?" he asked. I thought about his question. The truth was that the spy did not describe being touched instead he had asked if I had been touched. I thought about how he used the word licked and it had not made sense to me but as I watched Max I was overwhelmed with the urge to press my lips against his. In fact, I wanted to hold him and to be held by him. 

    "Look at me." his curious gaze met mine. I pressed my lips against his and was surprised as his hand came up to cradle my head. Our lips for a moment seemed glued together as if we just couldn't get enough. Then we came to our sense and he dropped his hand as we pulled apart both of us breathing heavily. I was only beginning to understand the power the spy had described. It was a feeling that could not be matched with any other. 

I stood up and slowly undid my armor. I quietly let it fall to the floor. "It's your turn." I whispered. Max stood up towering over me. He gently pulled my top over my head and let my pants pool to the floor. I thought of how he fell to his knees at the end and did not want to be seen as weak so I led him to my bed. I laid down and closed my eyes as his hands began to explore. I felt  strange pull in my stomach and a increase in moisture between my legs. His lips came down gently on mine and then he began to explore the rest of my body with them. He sucked on one n****e followed by the other. Kissed my stomach, my neck and stroked my body which was responding involuntarily. My back arched to meet his touch, my muscles twitched. It seemed that every inch of me wanted more, but more of what I did not know. He seemed hesitant to touch me where we differed the most but my patience was failing. I grabbed his hand and placed it where I needed it the most. I pushed his fingers to move in the ways it felt best and before I knew it my body had tensed and pulsed in such an amazing way I already knew the battle was lost.