Chapter Three

Levi’s dreams were filled with a sweeping orchestral score and a resounding chorus of harmoniously singing voices.

He was in a darkened theater, sitting alone in the stalls before a large illuminated stage. The domed ceiling was lost in shadows, the balcony boxes stacked high atop each other until they disappeared from sight above him.

The set design was one of an old royal court with a grand wooden throne set center-stage surrounded by small stools and colorful cushions, presumably for the actors to rest upon throughout the performance.

But where were the actors, the players to walk those deserted boards?

Levi could hear the singers–a whole myriad of warbling musical ranges rendered together in a rousing, melodic concert that filled the large vacant auditorium–but could not see them nor pinpoint the origin of their beauteous voices.

Then a breathtaking young woman stepped out onto stage and Levi squinted against the bright theater lighting.

Alina?

His neighbor was wrapped in a sumptuous opera gown made of rich scarlet velvet that hugged tight around her voluptuous figure. Split sleeves draped nearly to the wooden boards beneath her and a deep V-shaped neckline plunged down towards her navel, revealing a silken swath of creamy skin and the inner slopes of her tremendous cleavage. A split ran up each side of the slim skirts to her wide hips and smooth shapely legs flashed daringly as she glided about the platform.

She was gorgeous, shining like a crown jewel upon the stage, her brilliant voice flowed with adoration and yearning as she serenaded a figure hidden in the wings and reached for them with graceful, coaxing gestures in time with the lilting music from an invisible orchestra.

Levi could not understand Alina’s words–he guessed the language was most likely her mother tongue by the way she so confidently sang–but her soaring trilling tones and exquisitely expressive face told the story for him.

She was in love and she craved attention from the object of her affection. Her tenor was pure and crystal clear as she turned and dramatically grasped at the distant throne. Alina’s song grew impassioned as she pressed a slender forearm across her flawless brow and swayed as though to swoon.

The string section squealed instrumental alarm and the percussion crashed a panicked crescendo as she began to topple. Then a man was there, dashing nimbly across the stage and catching Alina by the waist in a low dancer’s dip. They held the pose as the music calmed and the beautiful Prima Donna ran her hands over her rescuer's wide shoulders as her long bare leg slid up the outside of his own.

Levi’s breath caught.

He couldn’t make out much of the male performer from the way he stood with his back to the audience but the man was tall, ruggedly built and clearly strong by the way he held Alina’s lush body with ease. But Levi’s complete attention was on his neighbor’s big gray-green eyes.

Those brilliant emerald orbs were locked onto her co-stars face shone blazing with desire and devotion.

The male performer sang out a question in a deep baritone that rumbled like thunder through the vast acoustic space and pulled her back to her feet. Alina leaned heavily against him, her substantial heaving breasts threatening to spill out of their crimson confines as she hummed out a pleased response and nuzzled her head into the man’s broad chest.

The tempo slowed as they rocked in each other's arms. Alina had never looked more beautiful, the deep blood red hue of the slinky gown contrasting and enhancing her spotless milky complexion and radiant sandy hair. She looked blissfully happy as waves of contentment practically washed out from her.

Levi shifted in his seat as something unexpected stirred within him. The first embers of longing for the lonely widow and maybe more.

Then cymbals crashed and the wind section took flight as Alina spun out of her paramour's arms and tried to pull him towards the throne. She beseeched him with her sweet melody as he sang back his objections in ringing basso tones. But she persisted and eventually he relented, turning and sitting upon the padded seat.

Then Levi finally saw his face.

It was his face. Levi’s own visage stared sternly out into the audience as Alina lilted her praises for him in a joyous soprano. It was Levi’s face and at the same time it wasn’t.

His dopple’s chin and jawline were rock solid with a clear line of rough stubble, where Levi’s were soft and hairless. The other man’s steely eyes burned with determination and defiance that Levi had never seen in his own reflection. His back was ramrod straight, his shoulders squared and his head held high in a manner that Levi couldn’t dream of emulating.

He looked so regal, so… commanding.

It was confusing to look up and envy his other self. This other him.

Levi couldn’t imagine this version being pushed around or stepped on. This… king would brush nuisances like Britney, Carmen and Kimmy aside as though they were insignificant. He wouldn’t tolerate their cutting banter or ****. This man would punish them for it.

Alina’s soaring aria ended with a upsurge of raw emotion in Levi’s chest as she spun with happy tears glistening upon her rosy cheeks and fell into her beloved’s arms.

Her large, succulent breasts almost busted out of the straining velvet gown as she slipped elegantly into the other Levi’s lap and pressed her panting, parted lips to his.

“Vivat! Vivat!” The unseen chorus roared in jubilation.

Then it struck Levi like a lightning bolt.

He wanted to be that better version of himself, up on the stage and kissing Alina passionately. Levi wanted to be that man who would shake off the barbs of his tormentors and rain righteous retribution upon them.

Levi wanted it so badly that it hurt. Seated high upon the throne his double ran a rough hand up Alina’s satiny thigh into the slit of her dress to latch on to her luscious rump. Their kiss had deepened, growing almost frantic with their **** thirst for each other's taste and touch.

”Vivat! Vivat!”

With a groan of discomfort Levi suddenly realized he was hard.

His cock was stiff as an iron rod and his simple slacks weren’t tented so much as they were on the verge of a critical failure. He ached painfully, both with throbbing lust for the sensuous angel in front of him and covetous envy of the masculine vision of who he might have been in another life, another reality.

Horns blared and beating bass drums set a frenetic pace for the performing duo’s amorous excitement. Alina had shifted over, straddling her lover’s thighs as she ground against him and smothered his head in her overflowing cleavage. Both the other Levi’s hands were up her slinky scarlet dress, hiking it the glossy fabric obscenely as he mauled her ripe, globular ass with clawing fingers.

“Vivat! Vivat!”

Levi watched on, filled with a horny desire that was beginning to border on jealous rage. He should have been that man. It should be him, on the stage with the slim, busty woman of his dreams riding his lap and showering him adoration. For the first time in a long time, his perpetual anxiety and fears took a back seat to another powerful emotion.

Righteous fucking determination.

Alina flung her gorgeous head back–her tumble of autumn-kissed golden tresses spilling down her slender back with a cascading waterfall mirroring the sunset–and piped out a single high, pure note of ecstatic bliss as the ascending orchestral score crested one final time and abruptly ceased.

With jarring suddenness the curtains dropped and the stage lights cut out, and Levi was rudely plunged back into utter darkness.

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