kingdomcomes | THE MISTRESS' FEAST

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.

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[This is really bloody happening right now. It's happening really fast and Sirius feels dizzy, but surprisingly there's actually a roaring sort of calm over him. He can't fight it anymore, the floodgates are open and the cards are on the table. The time for avoidance has past. It will either work out, or it won't and he can't stop it now.

His chest feels really tight. His fingertips tingle. He watches Remus' adam's apple move.

Then, moving like time has slowed down, he steps forward, puts a hand on Remus' face, and kisses him.

Guess that's your answer.]

[Remus isn't sure what he was expecting, really. Maybe that they'd talk this over and agree mutually that it's stupid. Or something. Whatever it is, he's not expecting to be the talkative one for once. And he really, really isn't expecting Sirius to step in and just...kiss him like that. Remus freezes, his whole body going tense, and before he can even really think about it or give himself permission, he's leaning right into Sirius's hand on his cheek.

He's kissing him back. And, Merlin's beard, it's nice. It's really, really nice to kiss Sirius Black and if he hasn't thought it might be a thousand times then he's a damned liar. And suddenly he's very glad they've come outside because he's pretty sure if he knew people were watching them, he'd spontaneously combust.]

[It could be the wine, it could be the setting, or it could be years of build-up, but Sirius has nothing left to say he can't say better with his body, really. Maybe it's stupid, and maybe come morning Remus will decide he can't be having with this, but Sirius is a decent read on people, and he's pretty sure he isn't just wishful thinking here.

Remus is kissing him back, after all. He actually moans very softly with the relief of it, as he relaxes into the kiss, slipping the hand not on Remus' face around to the small of his back to pull him in closer as he slides the tip of his tongue against lips.]

[Every passing second stretches out until each one feels like an hour, and it isn't long at all before Remus feels himself relaxing, melting into Sirius, letting Pads pull him closer, letting the frantic worrying in his brain be replaced by the fact that he's doing this and he isn't dying and it's nice and neither one of them is angry or upset by this.

And—seven hells, Sirius is moaning and that's his tongue brushing against Remus's mouth, isn't it. Fuck. Remus gasps for air and his lips part and he's very glad he's had time to brush up on his snogging because he'd hate for this to be even more awkward than it needs to be.]

[Remus melts against him and Sirius feels fireworks going off in his mind and all over his body. It's more than he can bear, more than he could have asked for. That this is happening? Sirius feels himself melting a little. He could just melt into a wizard puddle on the ground.

But he disrupts the flow with his eagerness for more, and Remus gasps and seems so nervous. Sirius hums softly, rubbing soothing circles into the small of Remus' back, taking the snogging slow from there, not pushing too deep just yet. He doesn't want to spook him now, not after all this.]

[Okay, okay, this is better. That hand on his back helps, isn't quite so much, makes him feel a little more grounded. He needs that, right now. Needs to feel something a little stable. And this is Sirius, after all. His best mate. If he can trust anyone, it's Sirius.

It's tentative, but after a moment, Remus's lips part and wrap carefully around Sirius's lower lip, tugging softly with his teeth, upping the ante just a little bit with all his usual caution. He's trying hard to keep his mind from racing forward, from wondering where this is all ending up. He needs to just enjoy this in the moment, while he can.]

[It's a lot, it's overwhelming, but it's exactly what Sirius wants and needs and bloody hell how did he never let himself do this before? There is still a little high of fear, of danger, that maybe this will go wrong, but that adrenaline rush is only making it better, really.

He gasps in true pleased surprise when Remus takes a hold of his lip, responding with more pleased sounds and digging his fingertips into Remus's back, dragging them up his spine. More.]

[He's glad that his bold venture into getting closer to Sirius is well-received; Remus can't help but feel pleased with himself, and bask in how nice it feels in the split second between when he does it and when he feels Sirius's fingers digging into his skin.

He jolts, feeling arousal spike through his limbs and down his spine, and instinctively wriggles closer to Sirius, obliging that unspoken request with a soft, needy sound. He never knew that the feeling of someone's fingernails on his skin could feel so nice.]

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