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 replies with a sensual hum, tracing her knuckles along his neck and collarbone.]

Good. You need your strength if you're going to be a proper apprentice to me, after all.

[Were you watching her other hand? It grabs Remus' hip, pulling him flush to her thigh.]

[moonshined]

[No, he sure didn't notice, and—whoop, there he goes, suddenly he is very close to the Mistress with no idea how he's gotten there. Remus's Adam's apple bobs again, and he blinks a few times.]

I—I—I'll certainly try to be. Erm. Ma'am.

[Don't get a boner don't get a boner don't get a boner—

it doesn't work. He has a boner. Fuck his life.]

[hornymistress]

[The Mistress drags her hand very casually along the front of his pelvis, above his erection.]

[And then she releases him, sizing him up once more.]

Now, what is it that you wanted?

[moonshined]

Uh. Ah.

[Wowie wow he is still way too fucking awkward for this shit. It's a visible relief when she lets him go and he's free to have an erection in peace.]

I was actually hoping...I might have my wand back. I know it wouldn't be able to do anything, but I'd feel better having it with me, just the same.

[hornymistress]

Ah. What was it again...?

[ The Mistress beckons over the guard, and then reaches into Ye Olde Magic Bagge. She rummages around, pulling it out. There it is, Remus' cypress wand. She swishes it around in a very crude imitation of a Hogwarts witch. ]

Hocus-pocus. [ Nothing happens, of course. ]

Hm. Good, it's just a fancy stick.

[moonshined]

[Remus watches with relief and curiosity as she rummages around in that bag of hers; to amuse himself, he tries to reverse-engineer the kinds of charms you'd need to use to make something like that work. But his train of thought is interrupted by watching the Mistress pull out his wand—his wand!—and wave it around.]

Nothing more than that. But still, it'll feel better having it back in hand. Thank you.

[hornymistress]

[ She passes it off to the guard, who then offers it to him. The Guard doesn't do it properly and handle-first, but at least she doesn't manhandle it either. ]

[ The Mistress continues, though. ]

If you're a good boy, maybe someday I'll let you use it to shoot sparks or plumes of colorful smoke.

[moonshined]

[Remus is polite enough not to correct the guard, especially since the business end of his wand isn't so businessy at the moment, but takes his wand bad gratefully in hand, fingers smoothing over the familiar wood handle. He smiles wryly.]

I shall try very hard to be good, in that case.