Option 2.

You've literally been god ordained to have hot sex with men, Why not embrace it?

You covertly walk your way over the the tall, armored man. You see, as you get closer, that the guard is not human under closer inspection. His face is covered, but by the mold of the metal it's clear to see that the male has a snout of some sort. What tell is more noticeable, however, is the hung, thick tube pissing into the grass. It's akin to a horse's penis, something you'd see on a twitter page at 2am. It's a molted black and pink, a medial ring in it's middle. The "tip" is a plateau of flesh, and the overall length is impressive even when totally soft. You don't have enough to time to rethink your choice of line avoidance, as the burly male catches you approaching out of the corner of his eye.

"Ah! sir! I apologize, I- I was simply relieving myself quickly to get back to my post, I'm sorry you had to see this!" He blurts out when he sees you, clearly frazzled by your presence.

"Oh, it's alright. I actually came over here for something tangentially related." You say in your best "slutty" voice, a little lacking, but you're proud you tried. You continue, "You see, I'm trying to get into the city, but I don't want to wait in the line. Maybe we could make a deal?" As you say this, you close the distance between the two of you, standing a little under a foot away from the him. You have to look up to look at his face, only being up to his chest. The guy's easily seven feet tall.

"Oh, um. My lord, you know all you have to do is walk up to the guard on duty to be le-" He shuts his mouth, and his face lights up in revelation. "You're, ah, making a pass at me, sir?" He asks, for clarification. Throughout this interaction, his impressive cock and balls are still hanging freely. You can see them stiffening a little when he asks.