The Kings Break
Narrator POV
Inside Karaye’s palace. The big explosions from the sky had stopped hours ago, and now there was nothing to do but wait. For the guest kings, waiting was the worst part. They were used to being the bosses of their own worlds, but here, they were just guests in a golden cage.
The private lounge was filled with the smell of strong wine and expensive smoke. Xy’dar, the reptile king, was sprawled out on a pile of cushions. He looked like he wanted to bite someone.
"I am going to lose my mind if I have to sit in this room for one more hour," Xy’dar hissed.
Across from him, the four armed warrior king was nursing a glass of purple liquid. He looked just as annoyed. "Kraye is out there playing general, and we are stuck in here like children. He’s obsessed with that human girl. All he talks about is Aurora this and Aurora that. It’s pathetic."
"Is she really that special?" the smoky purple king asked, his voice a low hum. "I’ve seen a thousand humans. They are soft. They break easily. Why is he starting a war over her?"
"Because he wants to win," Xy’dar said, a mean grin spreading across his face. "It’s not about the girl. It’s about taking something Karn wants. It’s a power move."
The talk about Aurora made the room feel heavy. They were powerful men, and being stuck in a room made them feel a different kind of hunger. They didn't want to talk about war anymore. They wanted to be distracted. They wanted to feel powerful over someone else.
Xy’dar clapped his hands, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
The doors at the side of the lounge opened. Two young male aliens stepped inside. They were beautiful in a way that only people from the servant moons were. Their skin was pale and looked like pearls. They were wearing almost nothing, just thin strips of silk that didn't hide much. They carried trays, but their eyes were wide with fear. They knew these kings didn't play nice.
The room changed instantly. The boredom turned into a hot lust. Xy’dar didn't even look at the tray. He reached out and grabbed the first boy by his waist, pulling him onto the cushions.
"Forget the drinks," Xy’dar growled.
The four armed warrior didn't waste any time either. He grabbed the second boy, his massive hands wrapping around the boy’s thin arms. He pulled the young servant close, his breath hot against the boy’s neck.
The lounge became a mess of heavy breathing and the sound of skin against silk. There was no talking, just the raw sound of the kings taking what they wanted. It was messy and rough. Xy’dar pushed the pearl-skinned boy down, his huge dick pressing hard against the soft skin of the servant. The boy let out a small gasp, but he didn't fight. He knew he couldn't.
The four armed king was even more intense. He used his extra hands to hold the other boy down, to suck his cock, his movements fast and desperate. He wanted to forget the war. He wanted to forget that he was hiding behind a shield. He wanted to feel like a master.
The two kings used the young men to get rid of all their stress. It was a loud, sweaty scene. They moved with a kind of hunger that only comes from being bored and powerful. The young servants just took it, their bodies moving however the kings wanted them to move. In the dark corners of the lounge, the war outside didn't matter. Only the heat of the bodies mattered.
When they were finally done, the kings collapsed back onto their cushions. They were covered in sweat, their hearts thumping hard. The two young servants stood up quickly. They looked tired and messy, their silk wraps hanging off their bodies. They didn't say a word. They just bowed and hurried out of the room, leaving the kings in the quiet dark.
"That’s better," the four armed warrior said, wiping his forehead. "I was starting to get a headache."
Xy’dar laughed, a dry and scratchy sound. "Kraye can keep his human. I’ll take the servants any day. At least they don't start wars."
They sat there in the silence, the smell of the room heavy and gross. They were still trapped, and they were still waiting, but for a few minutes, they felt like kings again. They didn't care about Aurora or Karn. They just cared about the next drink and the next distraction.