THE MISTRESS' FEAST

[loveskulls]

With the return of the winner of the Fuckfest, the Mistress has formally announced an important and exclusive feast--and decreed that all of her extra-dimensional pets (that means you) are to attend. This news is delivered by the guards, both native to this world and otherwise, who are also tasked with distributing butt-plugs that have the words "Congratulations on not dying of exposure" engraved in their bases.

If you try not to attend, you will be forced into it anyway. It is compulsory on pain of death. Sorry. However, upon being escorted/invited into the great hall of the castle, you are welcomed by a fantastic and bustling scene. Music plays, performers dance, and the smell of food hangs in the air as platters are carried around by servants who take the time to offer portions to each guest. Not to mention the wine! The ambassadors and other guests in attendance are in varying states of undress, but no one is completely naked—and at least those who come close are not sitting on top of the table or anything. There is almost a sense of decorum to this particular event.

At the very head of the table, clad in an extraordinarily expensive-looking set of BDSM lingerie and her horned crown, sits the Mistress. Flanked by two of her highest ranking guards, she laughs and smirks at the chatter of the ambassadors sitting nearby, paying no attention to anyone else except those who have already earned her good graces.

Regardless of your job, you will all be seated all together at the very end of the table, furthest away from the Mistress. Yenh, the fuckfest winner, gets the honor of being at the end, but there’s a lot flowers and statues blocking the view anyway. She's out of earshot for whatever dinner discussions you'd like to have—but her loyal guards, servants, and the less-well-received ambassadors are not.

Once the feasting winds down, the Mistress rises and climbs the steps to the throne at the end of the room. She settles in and only now lays her eyes upon the Kingdom's special arrivals.

"Come and claim your rewards. Don't be shy."

She turns her gaze toward Estinien, the sole person who did not participate in the Fuckfest while it was ongoing, and grins. "You, too."

Once the dinner is over, nothing stops you from milling about to socialize, get caught up in an ambassador's after-dinner sex party, or to just leave with your shiny new prizes.

Comments

[hornymistress]

[She doesn't even take the bait with that tiny bit of insubordination. No, she has bigger ideas.]

There you are.

It has come to my attention that you're still a prude. What are we going to do about it?

[dravanicide]

[Estinien lets out an annoyed and incredulous sound at the prude comment.]

Scant a prude, merely uninterested in idiotic frivolity when the issue could be solved just as swiftly with a well aimed lance.

[But the other part...]

Naught at all, if you know what's good for you.

[hornymistress]

[ Oh, Estinien. ]

[ Conversation near the dais falls completely silent as Estinien's words ripple through it. ]

[ The Mistress' annoyance is palpable. ]

We both know you have no excuse for your stupidity.

[ She points a clawed finger; a flash of lighting shoots into Estinien. Instead of being a flash-fried dragoon, though... ]

If you don't have sex, you're going to start turning into 'your' dragon.

A rubbish version of him.

[dravanicide]

[Estinien seems entirely content with the silence that falls. There might even be a bit of quirk at the corner of his mouth. If one were to look closely, they might spot a bit of a grin.

One that doesn't last long, for how could it? With the sudden flash of lightning striking him, he tenses in anticipation for the pain that would certainly follow—

But. It doesn't hurt, not exactly. He feels odd, like something might be stirring within him... and then the Mistress makes it all too clear what that something is.]

...You must be joking.

[The words are incredulous, but he can feel it. A sickening sort of anxiety dances in the pit of his stomach, but his resolve remains intact. Well, besides the scowl plaguing his features.]

[hornymistress]

[ The Mistress watches him closely, drinking in every detail of his reactions. ]

Deny it all you want. I'm sure someone around here would fuck your scaley ass. [ She jabs a finger toward him. ] The transformation period will be random every single time. Better start looking for fuckfriends.

[dravanicide]

[Estinien is silent as he digests this, trying to sort out whether she's full of shit, or if he might actually begin to turn. Only time will tell. He doesn't let any of this present itself on his features beyond the annoyance he's already portraying.]

Very well.

[He's quite done, and he certainly hopes she is as well.]

I will take my leave.

[hornymistress]

[The Mistress contemplates him, but no. Anything "nice" she wanted to do for him he clearly no longer deserves, so she looks down at her nails as though he is unimportant. Because to her, he is.]

Yes, you will.

[dravanicide]

[Without another word, Estinien returns to his prior seat. Inwardly cursing the Mistress for the heretical curse she may have put upon him. He'll find a way to get back at her...]