The Throne Room
Zephyr and Leighton lost themselves in the kiss they were sharing. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Blindly, they explored every muscle as their tongues danced. Zephyr's hands moved to the front of Leighton’s pants. He took hold of the growing member between Leighton’s legs. He gave it a tug, and Leighton moaned in his mouth.
Leighton’s mind raced with a million thoughts, and none of them were bad. His eyes opened as his cock was being manipulated. The feeling was one he liked. He cuffed a handful of booty and gave it a squeeze. He could feel the energy shift around him. It felt like the earth had slipped from under his feet. The two were floating together.
***
Leighton stood under the shower head as the water cascaded down his backside. His mind drifted back to his afternoon with the prince. As he stood there, allowing the hot water to massage his body, he could feel Zephyr’s strong hands all over him. They were once again touching him, squeezing him, and playing with him. The blood in his body began to flow south. He rolled his neck briefly. He couldn’t believe that a guy had made him feel so many things.
Leighton licked his lips as he remembered how those fat pink lips felt pressed against his. He rested his head against the wall of the shower. His cock swelled greater in length. It throbbed as he pictured the gorgeous chocolate man. Leighton wrapped his hand around his uncut, thick erection and began to stroke it teasingly. His body relaxed under the heat and pleasure of his hand.
He rolled the skin back of his cock and exposed the fat head to the elements around. He closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. He made himself feel pure bliss. His strokes grew intense and powerful. The blood pumped harder and faster into his most private parts. His balls churned with desire and need. Just as he was about to reach the point of no return, there was a loud knock at the bedroom door.
“Leighton,” his brother Kyle shouted. “Hurry up. Otherwise, we’ll be late.”
He groaned in frustration and turned the shower water off. He knew there was no use in trying to enjoy himself. Once he was dressed for his night at the royal palace, he opened the bedroom door. His younger brother stood there dressed perfectly. He looked like a proper English angel from heaven with his short, dark hair. Any man would have been lucky to date him. Kyle was stunningly beautiful with his pale, smooth skin and dark green eyes. His lips were perfectly round, and his jawline was impeccable. He was of medium height with a deliciously toned body and perfect, round glutes.
“How do I look, big brother?” he asked as he struck a pose.
Leighton smiled approvingly, “Like a man of honor. Dear brother, I do believe you will marry into royalty.”
He gawked and placed a hand over his chest. “Lee, you met someone, and you are quite smitten.”
“What,” he said as he gave him an appraising yet somewhat confused look. “Why would you say that?”
Kyle mimicked him, “You look like a man of honor,” he laughed almost hysterically. “You only become so positively reassuring when some girl has caught your attention. So, out with it. Who is she? A local?”
Leighton looked away. He wanted to deny it, but his brother was right. He was wrong about the gender, but he was spot on with his assessment. He couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with Zephyr. The touch of his body. The taste of his lips, the hunger in his eyes, and the heat that flowed through their bodies. It was more than he had ever experienced. Then there was the other part to it…Kyle had been promised to the prince, and Leighton was straight. At least he used to be. Maybe he was.
FUCK!
“You’re in deep thought over this woman,” Kyle gushed. “Well, I hope the Prince leaves that kind of impression on me.”
“Are you two ready?” came the sound of their mother’s voice. “We don’t want to be late.”
“Coming,” they both called out.
The family of four stepped off the elevator. As they walked across the hotel lobby, all eyes were on them. They were dressed for a prominent royal night. People admired them, locals and tourists alike. The attention was not something that Leighton particularly cared for. It was why he typically stayed out of the spotlight with his family.
They stepped out of the hotel, and two purple and white horse-drawn carriages were waiting for them. Kyle squealed with delight. He loved the idea of having a gentleman caller yearn for him and work for his body parts. It felt like something right out of a fairytale. The coachmen stood silent with the doors of the carriage open.
Leighton asked, “Why are we not riding in a car?”
His father responded, “One of Prince Zephyr’s environmental policies calls for reduced usage of cars. They aren’t allowed on royal grounds.”
He asked, “Has he never heard of an electric car? Kyle, you must whisper that into his ear.”
“Leighton, we are guests here,” his father reminded him. “Look at it as a way of experiencing life before the Industrial Revolution. You two are in the back carriage. Your mother and I will take the first one.”
The ride to the Solstice Palace was filled with beauty and intrigue. The city was alive and beaming with culture. Leighton couldn’t deny how impressive it was to see the influences of African culture blended with the cultures the people of Majestica had developed over the centuries.
People lined the streets dressed in white, tossing rice into the streets. The beating of drums could be heard in the distance. As the carriage exited the city limits and made its way up the mountain, the dark paths were brightly lit up by millions of paper lanterns floating into the sky. There was no denying it was a beautiful scene.
The cone of Mount Solstice broke through the darkness. Bright lights flickered around the base, and the palace came into view. There were elements of the palace that were truly inspired by the volcanic terrain. The walls curved with doom roofs. It was massive and elegant. The sight left Kyle and Leighton speechless. Kyle grabbed hold of his brother’s hand. He squealed with delight.
“I thought nothing could compare to Buckingham Palace,” he said in complete awe.
Leighton smirked, “Well, if you build your palace around a volcano, you will always win the contest.”
There were already dozens of other Carriages parked out front. The larger-than-life palace doors were open, allowing you to see down the long foyer. The royal guards stood firm and absolute. The family checked in with the person at the front entrance holding the iPad.
Their father introduced them, “Prime Minister Rutherford Westbrook and family.”
The individual held up the iPad and scanned the Prime Minister’s face for biometrics. The scan was completed and turned green. They were allowed into the palace. The family moved down the long foyer following the signs and arrows.
“God, I hope he’s attractive,” Kyle whispered to his brother. “Does that make me shallow?”
“Honestly, it makes you human,” his brother answered. “No one wants to be with someone they do not find attractive. Even if he is the prince of an entire nation.”
Kyle and Leighton exchanged a glance.
“Though I do suspect he is decent in the face,” Leighton added. He downplayed just how beautiful the prince truly was.
They entered the Throne Room. It was a grand hall adorned with exquisite artwork and precious gemstones. There were towering windows that offered panoramic views of Mount Solstice. The opulence was next level. It was beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. The room was filled with other foreign dignitaries, royals from different nations, and the ten noble families of Majestica.
Everyone was mingling and sipping on the finest champagne. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of Afrocentric drumbeats. Everyone stopped, and the floor parted with people on either side. Dancers dressed in African costumes came running in. They began to dance and sway their bodies. Everyone watched in amazement as they performed the dance of Water & Fire.
At the end of the dance, the dancers dropped to the floor. They were bowing for what was about to happen. Everyone else watched and waited patiently. A horn sounded. It was the royal call. It was time for the royal family to make their appearance. The Grand Herald of Majestica stood at the entrance, slightly off to the side. He was dressed in his ceremonial robes.
He announced in a booming yet melodic voice, “By the grace of the seas and the sacred flame, under the power and dutiful eye of Mount Solstice, I present to you His Royal Majesty, King Ramiel of the House of Solstice, Guardian of Majestica.
King Ramiel stepped into the Throne Room. His wavy silver hair was short and blended well with his chocolate complexion. He stood with a towering force. King Ramiel was a man of few words, but when he spoke, the world had better listen. He was devoted, brilliant, and loving. His eyes quickly scanned the room. Everything looked pleasing.
The grand herald then announced, “I now present to you, Her Royal Majesty, Amara of the House of Solstice, Queen of Majestica, Protector of the People.
She stepped into the room and stood next to her husband. The Royal Musicians of Solstice began to play a haunting yet majestic orchestral anthem. The king took the queen’s hand, and the two of them moved with grace down the cleared path. Everyone’s head bowed and placed a hand of their heart in reverence of the royals. They ascend to the Celestial Balcony. Queen Amara looked around. If anything was out of order, she would be the one to spot it, correct it, and demand answers for it. From the balcony, they have a grand overlook and are able to see any and everything.
The grand herald made his last announcement, “Behold, His Royal Highness, Prince Zephyr of the House of Solstice, Heir to the Throne, Keeper of the Winds, Champion of peace and unity.”
Prince Zephyr stepped into the room. He inhaled and exhaled. The last place he wanted to be was there. He’s spent the last few hours of the day thinking nonstop about Leighton. He wanted to call the guy and disappear into the lights of the city. He knew such a thing would cause backlash from his parents.
Zephyr walked down the path. With each step, his long silver curls bounced and swayed with lush volume. As he moved, he swore he could smell the scent of Leighton close by. He cursed himself inside for wanting to ravish the man the way he did. He knew his focus should have been on Kyle. The way they just connected, touched, and held each other was more powerful than any emotion or experience he’d ever had with anyone before. The prince wanted more.
As the prince passed Leighton, he wanted to look up. The scent that flowed from the prince trapped his mind and body. His mind drifted back to their encounter earlier. The feel of Zephyr’s body and the way his words lingered held him close. He couldn’t get him off his mind. He wanted to taste those sweet lips all night long. How could a man have him so captivated?
Zephyr took his place on the side of his father.
King Ramiel proclaimed, “On behalf of this royal family and the people of Majestica, we welcome you. Tonight is not about politics, business, or favors. Tonight is about celebrating and honoring the past, present, and future. Tonight, we feast and enjoy the fellowship of each other. It is going to be a long but beautiful week of great times and memories to treasure forever. May the fire of honor, unity, and love burn brighter than ever in Majestica tonight and forever!”
King Ramiel clapped his hands together. The large door from the left side opened, and the servants quickly rolled in long tables already adorned with food. Zephyr glared over at his mother. She gave him a simple smile and then turned her attention back to the crowd.
Zephyr turned back to the crowd. Zephyr and Leighton made eye contact as Leighton looked up at the royal family. They held a gaze that went unnoticed by the crowd gathered in the room. A subtle yet powerful exchange of lust, desire, and deep fascination flowed between the two of them.
“Lee, I do believe you were right, dear brother,” Kyle whispered to his older, enthralled brother. “He is beautiful. This is going to be fantastic after all.”
Zephyr awkwardly waved at Leighton. Kyle presumed the wave was for him. Kyle waved back at the prince. In his mind, he could see things going well. Little did he know that in the prince’s mind, he was devouring Leighton’s body.
Leighton’s mind went back to earlier when the two men were making out.
FLASHBACK!
The air around Leighton and Zephyr stopped blowing. Time itself folded, and the world held its breath. Their lips grazed, and their noses brushed. Leighton opened his eyes, and they met the prince’s lustful stare. Leighton tried to step back, but the prince slapped his hand on the back of his neck and refused to let him break the trance.
Leighton whispered. “Unhand me.” His voice cracked.
“Not until I taste you upon my lips again,” the prince whispered back.
The heat rose and burned brighter between them. Leighton gently leaned back in, and their lips touched once again. Leighton gave in to the desire. They kissed, and the world exploded around them. Zephyr invaded the man’s mouth. His tongue swirled around Leighton’s tongue. He could taste every thought and desire in the man’s mouth. Zephyr’s hand slid down the front of Leighton’s body. His finger grazed the man’s cock through the fabric of his pants. Leighton’s entire body quivered as the prince undid his pants. His soft hand slipped inside and grasped Leighton’s uncut beauty, which forced a passionate moan from the man.
“I will do such passionate things to your cock that your mind will bend to my will,” he said as he fished out Leighton’s swollen velvety member.
“I do not wish to bend to your will.” Leighton gasped as Zephyr began to stroke his cock methodically.
“You wish for release, do you not?” He asked sincerely. “You wish for pleasure to burn through your veins as only I can deliver.”
Leighton’s body stiffened. His toes curled, and his heart beat like a thousand drums lined on the beaches of Majestica. The blood in his body pumped harder and faster into his cock. The skin around the shaft turned warm from the passion and contact.
“Release me, Your Royal Highness,” Leighton breathed. “Make me float again.”
Zephyr smirked. “With absolute pleasure.”
Zephyr dropped to his knees. He placed his hands on Leighton’s firm booty cheeks. His heart fluttered with nerves. He wanted to go further than he ever deemed possible. He took in the sight of the uncut beauty. The shaft was pale as snow with dark straight hair that gathered to create his pubes. His smooth balls hung low. Two greenish veins ran down the length of the shaft. Leighton was eight solid inches of beautiful, straight boy cock.
Zephyr made the cock bounce in his hand. It was heavy and thick. He slowly rolled the foreskin back and exposed the enlarged pink head. Leighton shivered from his touch. Zephyr blew his warm breath against the head. Precum oozed from the slit. Zephyr kissed the head. He extended his tongue and ran it along the shaft. He left a trail of saliva from the head to the base.
“God, please,” Leighton begged as he tossed his head up toward the blue skies.
Zephyr smiled seductively, and then he took Leighton’s cock and slid it into his mouth. Zephyr closed his lips around it. He formed a tight seal of pleasure. Leighton ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a moan. The wind began to blow against them and around them. The tide crashed against the shores rapidly and fiercely.
Zephyr allowed the taste of Leighton’s skin and nectar to seduce him. His lust and desire for the man made him work harder than he had ever worked. He sucked him with a ferociousness that couldn’t be put into words. The sounds of Leighton’s moans and Zephyr’s nasty sexual behaviors blended with the elements.
Leighton had never felt anything like it before. His cock throbbed in the prince’s mouth. It was the nastiest, greatest, and most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. A fire deep within his balls churned. He felt the release he so desperately sought coming. He wanted it and needed it.
“I shall...I can feel it,” he tried to warn the prince. “Dear God! Oh, it is coming, he cried. “I am coming.”
His cock swelled and exploded. He released a river of cum down the prince’s throat. Zephyr never stopped sucking him. He continued to work Leighton’s pole with his mouth as his hands ran over that pert, tight ass. Leighton’s body shook violently with each spasm of his cock.
END FLASHBACK!
Leighton’s thoughts were broken by his brother’s voice, “Are you okay, dear brother?”
He turned and looked at Kyle. The guilt hit him hard. He wanted to pretend things were okay, but he knew they weren’t. How could something so perverted have happened to him? How could he have enjoyed it so much?
He glanced back up at Zephyr once more. The prince narrowed his gaze and licked his upper lip. It was soft, subtle, and unnoticeable to most. Leighton, however, knew what it meant, and it made his spine shiver.
“Air!” Leighton’s voice cracked as he quickly blurted it out. “I need air.”
Leighton quickly began to make his way toward the exit door. He had to get out there before he screamed. The entire time, he could feel the eyes of the prince. Those eyes burned a hole in his back.
Zephyr watched him, wanting him more and more. The seduction and the reward fueled his twisted, dark fantasies. As Leighton made his way to the grand doors, they closed. A sure sign, if any, that he wouldn’t be able to escape the prince anytime soon.
TO BE CONTINUED
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