The palace was silent at night.
Not because of peace- no, Egypt had no
such thing under King Arthur. The silence came from reverence. Fear. The kind of silence where servants didn't breathe too loud, lest the wrong sound reach the wrong ears.
But in the innermost sanctum, in a chamber lined with black marble and veils of sheer fabric stitched in gold- there was
no fear.
Only heat.
And a dancer made of temptation.
Felix stood in the center of the chamber beneath a ceiling of golden domes moonlight pouring through the carved lattice high above. His feet were bare.
Anklets of golden bells shimmered with each step. His body was oiled, smooth and gleaming, dressed in a scandalous belly dancer's outfit crafted just for the King's eyes.
It clung to him like a lover.
A sheer scarlet veil hung low from his hips held by a belt of fine gold links that dipped dangerously over the curve of his ass. Twin golden chains wrapped under his chest, framing his lean muscles and glinting with each twist of his torso. His arms were wrapped in thin ribbons, his nipples pierced with rings the King had chosen himself.
Felix was not hidden.
He was decorated.
Displayed.
Just as King Anubis demanded.
The king sat back on a wide throne carved of black stone and ivory, legs spread, wine in hand, expression unreadable beneath his golden crown. His robes had long since fallen open- he'd shed them before the dance even began.
Because when Felix danced, Arthur watched.
His every breath.
His every roll of hip, every flick of the wrist.
Felix moved like smoke. Seductive. Dangerous. Holy.
His stomach rippled as he turned in a slow circle, fingers trailing up his chest, hips rolling in figure eights that made the bells at his ankles chime softly.
He didn't speak.
He didn't need to.
Arthur's dark eves tracked every movement. The wine in his cup had not moved. His jaw was clenched. His cock- half-hard already- witched beneath his open robes.
Felix saw it.
And smiled.
He dropped low, knees spreading apart arching his back as he swayed just above the marble floor. Then he rose again spinning into a slow, deliberate twirl- chains clinking- his red veil fluttering around him like flame.
He danced only for him.
No priest. No noble. No slave. No concubine.
Just the King.
And when he came close- hips rolling, bare feet, quiet on the polished stone- he knelt between Arthur's legs and whispered:
"My King.. may I please you tonight?"
Arthur looked down at him.
Silent.
Dangerous.
His hand closed around Felix's throat- not cruelly, but firmly. Possessively.
"You please me just by existing," the king murmured. "But I will still take more."
Felix's breath hitched.
Arthur pulled him upward, dragging the dancer into his lap with effortless strength.
Felix straddled him now, legs spread over the king's thighs, chest pressed close, gold chain belt tangling between them.
"You wore the rings I gave vou," Arthur said, brushing his thumb over one taut nipple, making Felix moan.
"Only for you," Felix whispered
"Say it again."
Felix shivered.
"Everything I wear," he said breathlessly, "everything I am... it's only yours."
Arthur growled.
And then the King of Egypt devoured him.
The throne chamber became a blur of heat and sound. Arthur lifted Felix effortlessly laying him on the dais in front of the throne like an offering. The dancer's sheer clothing tore beneath his hands, falling away like mist, leaving golden chains clinging to oiled skin.
Felix gasped as his legs were spread wide the cold marble a sharp contrast to his burning skin.
"You dance for me," Anubis said lowly looming above him, cock already pressing between his thighs. "Now I'll make your body sing."
And he did.
Arthur took him slow at first- just to hear the way Felix's moans echoed off the chamber walls. His hands gripped the dancer's hips, guiding every thrust building a rhythm that stole Felix's breath.
Then... he got rough.
He flipped Felix onto his stomach, pulled him onto his knees by the golden belt, and drove into him with merciless, possessive thrusts that made the chain links slap and chime like bells in a storm.
Felix cried out, sobbing with each movement, overwhelmed, wrecked.
Arthur didn't stop.
He gripped Felix 's hips tight enough to bruise and fucked him like a King who feared nothing but losing this one body beneath him.
"You are mine,"he growled.
Felix moaned. "Yes, my King--always-"
"No one else will ever see vou like this," Arthur said, voice breaking with need. "No one will hear these sounds. No one will have you."
And then he pulled Felix upright, wrapping one strong arm around his chest, the other nand trailing down to wrap around his cock.
He whispered into Felix's ear:
"Come for me, lover. Let the gods watch."
And Felix did.
Hard.
Desperate.
Shaking with the force of it, gasping his King's name like a prayer.
When it was over, Arthur cradled him on the throne. Wrapped in silks now, chest against the king's, skin cooling from the fire they'd just made.
Felix sighed sleepily.
"You should keep me in chains more often," he whispered, teasing.
Arthur chuckled low and dangerous.
"I plan to."