The Queen moaned in pleasure, her voice a delicate pin drop in the silence of her private quarters. She was enjoying her brunch on her couch with guardsman Edmund between her legs; broad shouldered and hunky, he was licking away at her pink folds and suckling her clit as she liked. His thick manhood lay engorged on his thigh, aroused by the Queen's beauty, but his desires were irrelevant; the Queen's pleasure is what mattered, and he only felt pleasure when the Queen made it so. No other time or way. This is how the Queen's guard was trained, and this is how it was how loyalty was proven in her Kingdom.
The Queen was a sight to behold. She was dressed in a white silk gown, although she did not need much decor to bring light to her beauty. Her long dark red hair cascaded down her back and curled at her waist, contrasting against her soft milky skin. Her eyes, an astonishing green color, glazed in momentary pleasure. Her cheeks, flushed from arousal, were coated in small light brown freckles. Edmund loved those freckles.
Edmund, along with the rest of the guards in the room (there were seven, including himself - all others were aligned along the walls of the room) wore brown sashes that minimally covered their genitals, and left nothing to the imagination during the queen's private sessions. Otherwise, they were fully suited in armor, as their only other purpose besides pleasuring and loving the queen was protecting her. Historically, all the men in the Queen's guard were strong, ruggedly handsome, muscular, and well packaged in their southern regions. Although this was accurate here, hers was a diverse group; her seven guardsmen looked nothing like each other, and had only their skills and quality of loyalty in common; otherwise they all had their own specialties and came from a different region of the Kingdom of Anialin. These men were hand selected at a young age, specially trained to serve Anialin's Queen in all respects concerning combat, defense, and erotic pleasure. Their duty was to surround the Queen at all times and make her happy. Edmund was the most important of these guards, picked out to be her right hand man, her consultant and her advisor, trained and educated to be be a cohort of sorts, although still fully committed in defending and serving his Queen and leading the guardsmen. With his black hair and icy blue eyes, Edmund could demand the cum of the Queen, and receive loving punishment for such defiance, where others would otherwise be killed.
At the moment, he was just her slave.
She pushed his head down further between her legs, moaning as she felt his long thick tongue enter her delicate moist folds pulsing with desire. Edmund knew she would almost be ready for penetration; her nipples were hard, peaking through the silk of her dress. He happily admired this as he continued licking her, reaching up and pulling down her dress so that her breasts were freed for play. Bouncy and plump, her breasts could please man and woman. Edmund squeezed them gently and ran his thumb over her pink nipples, earning another moan from his Queen.
