The Queen's Guard

The Unknown Enemy

    I had asked for the man to come to my chambers. He stood solemnly in my sitting room. His armor was well polished as it should be. He stood more than a foot taller than me and remained at attention. I circled him carefully. His shoulders were broad. His breathing was calm controlled. He allowed me to circle him without once moving his eyes. He appeared completely in control. 

    "Remove your armor," I said.

    "My queen?" he questioned as though caught by surprise. I had given an order and I would not repeat myself so I waited. After a moment, he removed his helmet. Thick dark hair covered his scalp, though cropped neatly. He had thick lips and handsome features. He continued to stare straight ahead as I studied his face. It was calm and made me feel calm. 

    "Continue." I said. His eyes darted towards me briefly but he unstrapped the armor plate that protected his chest and laid it neatly upon an arm chair. The clothing underneath seemed to cling to his form. Every muscle was defined as though he was the introduction to a book on the human anatomy. 

    "Continue." I said. He removed the belt that protected his pelvic area. Our armor was practically the same on the outside so it appeared it hid some significant differences once removed. He still wore pants, boots, and a shirt, that covered him and my curiosity was at a peak.

    "Remove everything." I said, but instead of complying he knelt in front of me.

    "My queen, I apologize if I have offended you in any way. Please, allow me to make amends." His voice as always was calm and reassuring though his words revealed a vulnerability. 

   "We are facing an unknown enemy, The man from Antoriani has described a power that he believes makes his army invincible. I need to know more about this. I would like your help to learn."

    "Of course, my queen, how may I help?"

    "You can help me learn more about men. Please remove your remaining garments so that I can see what a man looks like for myself."

    He did as he was told and stood in front of me. I was overcome with the desire to touch him and I did. His muscles contracted as though I had shocked him. "Did I hurt you?" I asked. 

    "No, my queen." He closed his eyes as I trailed my fingers across his chest and down his stomach. His muscles twitched at the contact.  

    "Would you like me to stop?" I asked.

    "No, my queen." his voice was deeper, tiny groans occasionally escaped his lips as I explored every dip between every muscle. I ran my hands down his back and listened as he exhaled. I once again stood in front of him noticing how a certain part of him had grown longer and harder. I removed my hands from him and his eyes flew open. 

    "Would you like me to touch you again?" I asked.

    "Please," he responded in a desperate whisper. The strong warrior who had once stood in front of me refusing to fight during training now looked at me with such need in his eyes I did not know what to think. Was this truly my enemies' strength? Would they die to simply be touched by a woman?  I continued to explore him and slowly brought myself to stroke the body part that was so clearly different than my own. His reaction when I did so startled us both. His knees seemed to buckle though he regained his stance. Stroking him here seemed to evoke the strongest reaction. So I continued. He bit his bottom lip as though trying to control himself. Soon I found a rhythm and created a pattern between stroking him and caressing his body. He seemed to tremble under my touch, then his member began to pulse and he collapsed onto his knees. A thought occurred to me. My enemies' strength was perhaps their greatest weakness.