Learning the Field of Battle...

Posted on Sun Oct 23rd, 2022 @ 3:54pm by Lieutenant Clara Lawson & Cadet Sophomore Grade Triston Montgomery [Lalor]

Mission: Tales from the other side of the Mirror
Location: Erisia, Imperial Palace, Tazys Robertson's Quarters
3502 words - 7 OF Standard Post Measure

It had been nearly five hours since Clara had left, and Micheal had put that time to good use. He had read, organized and filed each personnel file of the soldiers under his command. He had thirty...well..twenty-nine now, following the execution of the traitor back on the landing pad. Of that count, fourteen were men and fifteen were women. Each of them in the top three percent of their original commands.

While that was impressive, Micheal wanted better. He wanted the top one percent. He sent out requests to the various military commands to reevaluate their soldiers and junior officers, then send the requested candidates to the Imperial Castle post haste, where he would make the final determinations.

Once that was done, he started to create a new training regime for his unit. The one currently being used was not up to his standard.

There was a respectful rap on his office door as he worked.

Micheal looked up, his enhanced vision showing that there was a single person outside his door. "Come!" He bellowed.

A young blond haired young man entered. He stopped in front of Micheal's desk. "Jhoraelal Belos Montgomery Reporting Tazys"

Sitting back in his chair, Micheal took a moment to consider the young man.

"So," he began finally. "You are the one that the Empress has requested to remain in the guard, no matter what. Tell me, why do you garner such consideration from Her Majesty?" He knew why, he just wanted to hear the young man speK for himself.

"I was assigned to guard Her Royal Highness the Princess Miran. I am one of the few Her Highness trusts since... what her brother Pallas did to her." Triston said calmly "I take Princess Miran's safety extremely personally. I was kept from protecting her from the men who raped her, I wont fail this time."

Micheal considered the young man for several beats, then spoke. "I have read your file, Triston, and it is an exemplary one to be sure. However," he paused for a few beats, then opened the top left drawer of his desk, reached in and pulled out a small felt box. After closing the door, he reached over and placed the box on the desk in front of Triston. "I cannot allow someone of your rank being so close to Their Majesties. You are out of uniform...Tadal Montgomery."

Triston looked at the box, and picked it up and opened it. "Thank you Tazys, but I am only 19 you are aware right?"

Micheal arched his eyebrow. "Are you questioning your superior officer?" There was a dangerous tone to his voice.

Triston shook his head and placed the pip on his collar. "No Sir."

The door opened behind him and Clara entered, again dressed in all black a long sword strapped across her back. "Oh hey Trist"

"Lara" He replied and nodded at her. He looked at Micheal. "Is there anything else Sir?"

Micheal's features softened slightly as he saw Clara enter. Standing, he moved around his desk and put his right hand on Triston's left shoulder. "As you have the full trust of Their Excellencies, not only will you remain in your position, protecting Her Royal Highness, you will also be my Executive Officer. I will teach you what I know. Keep your eyes and ears open, and you will be a formidable officer one day."

"Yes Sir" Triston replied slightly stunned. "I won't fail." He assured him.

Micheal nodded. He saw potential in this young man. However, only Triston would show if he was up to the task. "Then you are dismissed. Get your affairs in order and be up in your new room and office by nightfall."

He nodded and Saluted.

Clara watched the interaction. "Tell Her Royal Highness she won't have to worry about the High Priest bloviating from the pulpit any more."

Triston nodded. "Good. His sermons about virginity were getting tiresome." and he left them to it.

Micheal moved to his bar and started to pour a cold glass of ice water.

Once the door shut, Clara looked at Micheal, "I'd be surprised if he ever sleeps in his own quarters. He spends his time fully with Princess Miran."

Micheal nodded. "I know, I read his file. He seems like a good kid. I plan to turn him into a very dangerous warrior. When I'm done with him, no one will ever dream of causing any harm to the Princess." He moved over to Clara and handed her the water. "Were there any difficulties, love?" His voice softened considerably when they were finally alone.

"No it was simple enough. The man was arrogant in not having suitable security and he underestimated a female." She took a sip of the water.

Smiling, Micheal replied. "The arrogant always fall the easiest." He moved towards the replicator and asked. "Are you hungry for anything in particular?"

It was dark outside. "Hmm no" she replied as she undid the Sword belt from.her back. "I reported to the Empress and everything is sorted, though his Excellency did not appreciate the ...interruption. "

Smirking, Micheal turned back to Clara. "Caused a pause in his continuation of the building of the Royal family did you?"

"Not like the Empress can get pregnant just yet anyway" She sniffed. "Erisian females are biologically unable to have children for a year after their last birth. They were just having fun."

"Well..." he shrugged and made a face. "Can ya blame him? I know I'd get a bit steamed if someone interrupted our fun time."

"Pffft he needs to get used to it. Have more kids the less time he is going to have" She smirked. "And he knows it. Besides I was extremely polite and professional. He is just upset cause the Empress was flirting with him and he couldn't do anything about it while i was there." She finished the water.

This mad Micheal laugh aloud. "You..you do like playing with fire, don't you?!"

"I have permission from her Excellency to do so" Clara smirked and placed the glass down on his desk. "So how did you spend the rest of your day?"

He grinned again, then arched his eyebrow as he replied. "I've compiled my team and then sent out requests to the various commands to get better troops. I only want the cream of the crop guarding the Royal family." He took a breath, then added, "And you saw Triston's promotion."

"Yes, much to his surprise I am sure. That kid has been working very hard of late." She began to take off her leather jacket, revealing her black tank top underneath.

"I'm sure he has. And of all of the guards on the detail, he has the same level of trust from Her Excellency, as I have from His Excellency. That is also why I not only decided to promote him as much as I did, but make him my second. I see a bright future in that young man. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if, by the time they are in their mid twenties, he and the Princess are married." He sighed heavily. "Of course, then I'd be obligated to protect him as well, and have to find a new second." He chuckled softly at that.

"He will be king of his own area of Erisia when his father passes. The Montgomery Family are the newest Royals on Erisia." She smiled. "And he will be able to protect the Princess well. His parents are members of the Emperor's Crew."

Micheal nodded. "Yes, I read that. They were the first to rally to his side after he left the Terran Empire to hunt for the Prince and Princess, then the Empress Herself." He moved closer to Clara and started to rub her shoulders, working the knots out that he could feel under her skin.

Clara moaned softly. "Oh.. that's nice.." She said softly. She let her shoulders roll under his hands. "I believe finding the Princess Miran really upset Triston. He won't allow anyone else take his shifts."

Micheal continued to work the knots clear. "So long as he does rest. He'll be no good to her, if he exhausted."

She slanted a grin at him. "I think he rests in her rooms. But no they are not sexually active together"

"Not now," he replied. "But soon, I'm sure." Micheal chuckled softly, as he slowly moved his hand down Clara's back, working more knots away.

"if.. if you keep this up.. I might want more." Clara whispered.

"Well," he whispered hungrily upon the back of her neck. "All you need do is ask, my love."

Clara shivered. "Hmm.. I think it would be nice idea. Please Micheal, let's go to bed,"

He rubbed Clara's back a bit more, then scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, kissing her deeply as they went.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back as he carried her. Her fingers twined into his hair gently.

When they reached his bed, Micheal lowered Clara down onto the mattress. He then started to slowly undress her the rest of the way, starting with her thigh-high boots, he slowly unzipped the right one and pulled it off, then the left. All the while, his eye never left hers.

She watched him with dark eyes. "You are taking your time there Lover" she said softly. She pulled her tank top off, revealing her black bra.

"I'm just enjoying unwrapping the most wonderful present in creation," he smirked at her slightly. His left eye could already pick up increased warmth in her chest and between her legs. He leaned down and undid her tight leather pants, then pulled then clear of her legs, leaving her just in her underwear. His gaze moved over every inch of her toned body. "Perfection.." he whispered hungrily as he started to undress himself..

"Do you want help?" Clara offered reaching to help.

Micheal smiled and stepped closer. "Seems only fair," he said with a hungry look in his eye.

Clara licked her lips and began to help him remove his shirt and pants. Occasionally she brushed her lips across his skin as she bared it.

Micheal let Clara do as she wished. He could tell that she was becoming more aroused as they continued this game of theirs. He wanted her fire so hot, it would threaten to engulf them both.

As she lightly kissed his skin here and there, he let out soft approving sounds. Finally, when they were both standing there in their underwear, he turned her to face away from him and unhooked her bra, gently kissing her shoulders as each strap was slowly slid off.

Clara shivered and reached back behind her to pull him closer, even as her fingers pushed at his boxers.

Micheal growled as he felt Clara brush up against him. He slid his arms around her, his right moving over her smooth belly, ehile his left moved up over her breasts, to her throat, which he took a controlled hold of with his left hand, careful not to apply to much artificial pressure. As he did so, he pulled her head to the left and he started to nibble of her exposed neck and ear lob. He then started to whisper very raunchy things to her.

She didn't struggle in his grip, instead she wriggled her arse against his groin. She whimpered his name softly as she shivered in his arms.

Her teasing elicited another, louder growl from him. He slid his right hand down over her underwear and started to rub her warm center through the thin fabric.

She parted her legs and let her head fall back a bit. "Are you all talk?" She teased.

With those words, he tightened his grip on her throat a bit more. Not enough to actually choke her, but enough to stoke her fire more. As he did that, he slid his right hand under the wIstband of her panties and slipped his fingers inside of her. "I think you know that I am not all talk, lover." His voice was heavy and his breath hot on her exposed neck.

Clara was enjoying this new side. She wondered how far she could push him. "Sure.." she drawled out. "Maybe you are just too tired out..." she swallowed, feeling his hand press harder.

"We'll see who's tired out," he snarled as he quickly pulled his hands free spun her around and pushed her down onto the bed. He then reached down and practically ripped her panties off, before dropping down to his knees and burying his face in her center. He then commenced to devouring her.

Clara lay there moaning and gasping in pleasure as he brought her up to the peaks of pleasure.

Hearing her sounds of pleasure, Micheal continued to drive Cara higher and higher. When he was done with her, he didn't want her to have enough rational thought to even know her own name.

Her hips bucked against him and she moaned his name beggingly. "Micheal please..." Clara whimpered.

Hearing her beg him, Micheal knew he could hold back any more. He stood upband quickly dropped his boxer briefs, then laid down atop of her, sliding his member inside of her as he did so.

Clara moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around him eagerly and then she pressed against him whispering in his ear.

Hearing the sultry words that she uttered drove Micheal into overdrive. He upped the tempo and power of his thrusts noticeably.

Clara moved with him as best she could, matching his tempo. But he was making it hard due to the fact his thrusts were heightening her pleasure and she wanted that peak.

As he grunted and thrusted, he decided to change things up. Stopping his assault, he growled at her. "Get on your hands and knees!"

Gasping and half stunned from the change, she rolled slowly onto her belly and then pushed herself onto her hands and knees. Her hair now loose from its braid hung down her back and shoulders.

Micheal wasted no time in reclaiming her. Though, once he was back inside, he didn't hold onto her hips. Instead, he reached forward and took hold of her wrists, pulling them back, like they were hanging at her sides, and he held her there as he resumed plowing into her.

Without her arms she lay face down on the bed unable to do anything but close her eyes and moan as he used her and her body reacted well to it, her climax hitting quickly.

As soon as he felt Clara tighten around him, Micheal threw his head back and grunted loudly as he blasted past his own very powerful climax.

A few beats later, he started to sag, releasing his hold on her wrists and collapsing onto the bed next to her, as he took in great lung fulls of air..

Clara lay dazed and gasping on her side beside him, her eyes were half closed and her form limp.

As he continued to attempt to cool down, Micheal gasped out a question. "Was...was that....a...a good cele-...celebration....for you?"

"Hmmm yes..." she replied softly. "Though I feel that it was just a glimpse of your ... knowledge and abilities "

He gave her a drunk grin. "A true master never reveals all of his secrets." He chuckled softly, then let out a deep, cleansing breath.

"A Master huh?" Clara sat up now and ran a hand through her hair. "That sounds interesting." She smirked. "Are you truely a Lian as they say? Who has mila?"

Micheal sat up as well, slowly sliding hisxleft hand up her back, into her hair. He then took hold of her hair and slowly pulled her back, so her face was below his. "I am your Lian! And don't you ever forget that!" He then kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue over hers.

She kissed him back and then breaking it said with a smirk. "We shall see if you can control me."

He returned the smirk with one of his own. "Only the very best and most important goals take time to bring to fruition." He did release her hair, positioning his artificial hand to cradle her head. He then looked down into her dark eyes and said, "You are the only mila that I will ever want."

Her eyed darkened with his words. "Good. I hate to share" she nuzzled his hand.

He grinned softly, then moved to pull the covers down and cracked into bed, leaving room for her room on his right side. "Come here, beautiful."

She followed and curled into his side and nuzzled his neck "Are you worn out?"she teased.

A hearty chuckle vibrated in his chest. "A tad tired perhaps, my love, but worn out? Never!"

Suddenly, there was a soft pop and sizzle sound in his artificial arm.

"Son of a bitch!" He cursed. "Help me with this...shit it's hot!" He tried to sit up, but the dead weight of his malfunctioning arm prevented his movements.

Clara nodded and began helping him. "Time to get you to medical I think."

They quickly got his arm removed and dropped down onto the marble floor, where it continued to smoke and sizzle. Micheal reached over to feel his left side, trying to check to see if he had been burned any. "Yeah, absolutely!" His eye grew wide in worry. "Holy shit! What if it had malfunctioned while I was hold you! I could have shattered your bones!"

Clara nodded. "But it didn't. Let me help you dress then i will dress and we will go. "

It took him a few beats to calm down and nod. She was right, of course. It hadn't happened, so he didn't need to expend any energy in worrying about it.

A few moments later, they were both dressed and he was carrying the now fully wrecked artificial arm with his right hand, as they made their way to the main medical facility in the palace.

Once there, Clara hunted down the head doctor who came out to investigate.

He was a gruff older Erisian Male with pale green eyes and brown hair. He motioned to Micheal to hop up on the bio bed.

"Sit here and I will look into it."

Micheal did as instructed, handing the dead arm to Clara first. "I've had to replace comments nearly constantly, for the past few months, Doctor. The latest one being yesterday."

"Hmm, yes, His Excellency sent me your file." The doctor looked at Clara. "Put that there girl and you can go." he dismissed her.

Clara merely rolled her eyes. "I'll be in my quarters." she said to Micheal.

Micheal reached out and gently took Clata's hand, stopping her from leaving. He then pulled her back over by his side. Once she was back where she had been standing, Micheal stood and moved over to the doctor, who had stood as well, uncertain what was going on. Micheal backed him up against the wall with his sheer size.

Reaching up with his right hand, Micheal grabbed a hold of the front of the doctor's shirt, twisted it and lifted the man a few inches, pinning him against the wall. Now looking the older man directly in the eye, Micheal spoke in a deadly calm.

"You say you read my file. Then you should know quiet well what I am capable of doing. The Emperor and the Empress brought me here for that very same reason. I realize where we are. However, you clearly seem to have forgotten when we are. That woman standing behind me is the Chief Intelligence Officer, reporting directly to Their Excellencies. If you are unable to speak to her in a tone that is respectful, then I will have no choice, but to rip out your tongue and beat you to death with it." He paused to let that image register in the doctor's brain. "Now, before we continue, is there something that you feel you need to say?"

The man swallowed and said "My apologies Lieutenant," he said to Clara. He knew who she was, but she never made a fuss like this man did.

"Clara?" Micheal asked over his shoulder, while still glaring at the man in his clutches.

"Let him go Micheal" She said softly. "Its fine" She didn't want the man screwing up something on her account "Lets get your arm fixed okay?"

Micheal grunted quietly, then put the doctor back on his feet. After straightening up his rumpled shirt, he said, "See? L is gorbiven! Now we can be friends." He moved back to the bio bed and sat down.

"Now," he said as he looked over at the doctor, who was trying to recover from the in incident. "About my arm."

~TBC~