strictlysupreme Chapter 651- Training The Queen (2)
Chapter 651- Training The Queen (2)
The Queen’s body trembled lightly. Her face flushed red. But she did not say anything and allowed Reinhardt, who looked absolutely serious, to assess her strength.
"The core of a knight’s strength, his power comes from here."
Saying that, Reinhardt’s hands slid over to her hips. The edges of his fingers almost touched her plump buttocks.
"This is your pivot point. The power of your cuts will originate here."
Although it was not a caress and Reinhardt’s eyes and voice were purely instructional, the contact was still intimate.
His large hand covered a significant portion of her hip. His thumb brushed the very top of her thigh.
The Queen bit her lips. She looked at his face that was fully focused.
Right now in front of her was not Reinhardt, but a knight doing his duty.
From her hips, his hands moved to her shoulders. They assessed the joints there.
"The reach is good."
He muttered something under his breath.
Then his hands moved down her arm. They traced the line of her bicep, then her forearm.
The touch was continuous, intimate, and assessing.
Having finished evaluating, Reinhardt commented with a confident tone.
"Your majesty, your physical potential is formidable. Even some trained knights cannot match it."
"Is that so?"
The Queen was not surprised. She simply looked at her knight and smiled.
"How do you plan to train me?"
"We begin with the most basic element. The foundation upon which all skill is built. The Stance."
Saying that, he moved to a spot a few paces away and assumed a basic sword fighting stance. Feet were shoulder-width apart. One foot was slightly forward, knees slightly bent, torso upright but relaxed, arms held in a guard position.
"Your Majesty, mirror me."
The Queen did as she was told and copied his posture.
However, her imitation was clumsy and awkward.
Her feet were too close together. Her back was too rigid.
Seeing this, Reinhardt’s eyes twitched.
"It’s not a pose, your majesty, but a posture."
He moved behind her.
This time, his touch was more bold.
He placed his hands on her hips. His thumbs dug into the hollows just above her pelvis.
He pushed her hips. He guided her feet to spread further apart.
"Feel your weight settle into your heels. Not your toes."
In their current posture, his hips were close to hers now.
The queen corrected her posture.
"Am I doing it right?"
"Your Majesty, you are too stiff. A knight must be supple when it’s needed."
His hand pressed. It encouraged a slight flexion in her spine.
With one hand on her back and the other on her hip, Reinhardt was essentially molding her posture with his own body as a reference.
Naturally, his were aligned just behind hers.
This made the contact next inevitable.
As he adjusted her posture, his own stance shifted. The movement brought his pelvis into gentle, inevitable contact with the back of hers.
It was a soft, inadvertent grind.
Naturally, the Queen felt it. Her breath hitched.
It needs to be mentioned that the touch was not sexual in intent. But the proximity, the pressure of his body against hers in this isolated training ground, felt intimate.
What’s more, the thin linen of her gown provided no barrier.
She could feel his heat and the solid presence between his thighs.
Of course, Reinhardt, who was in full instructor mode, did not sense anything wrong.
He continued with his instructions.
After correcting her hips, he moved to her arms. He corrected their posture.
"When you hold a sword, this is the most basic of stances. It allows you to counter, parry, and slash in a split second."
Now he was fully behind her. His body was close.
His hands were on her wrists. His hips still brushed against the back of her thighs as he adjusted her.
From a distance, it looked like a slow, deliberate dance of instruction and contact.
Reinhardt showed her how to step. His own foot slid between hers. It caused her leg to rub against his.
He corrected her arm position. His hand slid from her shoulder down her arm.
His fingers traced the inside of her elbow, a sensitive spot that made her shiver.
Intimacy aside, the Queen was extremely talented.
She quickly got the stance right.
"Good, let’s move onto the breath now. Your Majesty, maintaining proper breathing is extremely important in both attacking and defending."
With that, he moved to face her.
The proximity of their bodies was extremely close.
Reinhardt took the Queen’s hand and placed it on his chest.
Then he demonstrated the breathing technique the knights used.
Of course, for a beginner, he kept it extremely basic.
The Queen felt his powerful lungs.
The intake of air expanded his chest. It circulated the power throughout his body.
She could see everything.
"Next, you try it."
The Queen nodded and mimicked his actions.
She took a deep breath.
However, because he was so close to her, the forward lean brought her breasts, constrained by her thin gown, into near contact with his shirt.
Although they didn’t touch, the proximity was a breath away.
She could feel the heat radiating from his body.
Reinhardt continued his instructions.
"Your Majesty, we will drill this and only this for today. Until your body knows the stance without thought. Until your breath syncs with your movement."
The queen nodded.
Time passed in a blur.
Reinhardt dedicated the next few hours to teaching her. He corrected her foot placement, breathing, and posture.
He would grip her waist. His breath would brush against her neck.
Sometimes his hand would inevitably land against the upper swell of her breasts, just above her heart.
Every time he corrected her, the touch and intimacy would become inevitable.
Even the grinding of hips.
Before long, the air in the courtyard became warm with a touch of pink.
The Queen stood there, maintaining her posture.
Her skin glowed with a light sweat.
The thin gown clung to her damply. It outlined her body more clearly.