LMOM: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 17
Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 17 Author: KateKintail Rating: R to NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Rilian Kinks: Hrm. Does sex with royalty count? ;-) Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this. Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex… Word Count for this part: 1,837 Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!
Part 17
Where: Narnia When: 2357 Narnian time (1942 our time)
The TARDIS came to a halt and Remus barely batted an eyelash. For the first time since their meeting, the Doctor seemed genuinely disappointed with Remus because of this. Remus bit his tongue rather than suggest the Doctor go trade his companionship for Vince’s or someone else altogether. It wasn’t that he wanted to end these trips and go back to his own life… it was just that he didn’t feel much like continuing to do anything any more. Remus might not have lost his mind in the midst of the Dalek attack, but he’d definitely lost something along the way.
“Welcome,” said the smiling Doctor, throwing the door open, “to Narnia.” The Doctor wasn’t completely oblivious to Remus’ changed mood, but was trying to make a good show of it hoping things would improve. After all, just the right world might sway Remus back to the way it had been earlier.
This place had potential on that front, and Remus couldn’t deny that. It was like stepping out into the Forbidden Forest back at Hogwarts… only with more magic. Woodsprites danced merrily with the trees. Unicorns drank from streams where a little further down centaur foals played a bank-to-bank jumping game. The whole place dripped of magic in such a high concentration that Remus immediately felt at ease, albeit a little homesick.
The Doctor must have seen the smile on Remus’ face because he petted the back of Remus’ neck affectionately. “I’ve never been here,” he admitted. “Seems to be a hard place to find.”
“Let’s look around together then, shall we?” Remus offered his arm and the Doctor accepted. It was a lovely feeling to be just the Doctor and Remus again, ready to explore. No Daleks, no psychic bad guys, no smoke monsters. There was nothing like death to help you appreciate life, and Remus had the strong feeling that the Doctor knew that better than most.
The Castle of Cair Paravel was an incredible sight to say the least. It stood overlooking a magnificent, deep, blue ocean and caught the sunlight in a way that made it glow and glisten. It was swarming with all sort of beings- people and dryads, animals and birds, dwarves and faeries.
“Good day,” a cat said, passing by them with a polite nod and shopping strapped to its back.
Remus wished it the same automatically before realizing that the cat had actually spoken to him. And one sniff told Remus that it was indeed a cat- not a spectacle-wearing Transfiguration teacher.
“Talking cats,” the Doctor said. “I’ve seen those before. You?”
“In a way, yes.”
The Doctor nodded. “All right then.”
They walked a little further towards the main doors of the castle. They passed a trio of dwarves, beards so long they brushed the ground, who were singing a painful harmony.
“That?” The Doctor asked Remus, chuckling. “Have you seen that before?”
Wincing, Remus nodded. “Unfortunately, yes, I have.” In fact, Remus had heard worse singing.
A giant foot appeared out of nowhere and, attached to it, a giant woman. She was stepping slowly and carefully, but strolling along.
The Doctor’s eyes were wide. “How about that?”
“I know all about giants,” Remus said. “There was even a half-giant that was part of the order I was in back during the war.”
“Right,” said the Doctor. “I should have known. Me too, come to it.” He winked at Remus, who still wasn’t impressed.
They were stopped at the castle gates by a small army of mice in helmets, brandishing tiny dirks as though they were swords. “Stop right there and explain yourselves!” one squeaked, hopping up and down so his words would have a better chance of reaching his audience’s ears.
The Doctor bent down on one knee to speak to them, though his posture proved he considered them to be no smaller than anyone else. “All right. I’m the Doctor and this is my companion, Remus. We’ve only just arrived.”
Several handfuls of shiny, little, black eyes bore into them. Then another of them spoke up. “You’re not… a Son of Adam, are you?”
Luckily, Remus caught the reference. “Yep, that’s me. I’m from good ol’ God-fearin’ Earth.”
The mice squeaked excitedly to one another, all lowering their weapons. Several darted inside the castle, and several others reached small hands up to them to shake. Remus leaned over, his finger waggling with the handshakes.
“The king awaits you,” said one of the mice, gesturing for them to go inside immediately.
“Already? But we’ve only just arrived” Remus asked, confused, but he went inside anyway.
If the castle itself was magnificent, the throne room was nothing less than breathtaking. Gold and silver. Cream and scarlet. Rich, lush fabrics. Marble stones and columns. Ornate jewels. Intricate carvings. And simple beauties as well like the cuts on the ends of chair armrests or the fresh flowers in holders circling the room. There was one large throne on the dais but space on each side for many more. And, striding across the room to them was an equally stunning man, wearing simple green garments, trimmed in gold flourishes. His face was soft, his dark beard full, and his hair fell down to his shoulders. His eyes were green and unlike anything Remus had ever seen… except, maybe, for one. “Welcome, my friends, to Narnia. I am King Rilian, at your service.”
Remus had very little breath in him, but he did manage to whisper to the Doctor, “Now that… that I’ve never seen.” The Doctor took his hand and squeezed it.
*
Remus sat naked in a scarlet armchair by Rilian’s private fireplace. The king sat on his lap, legs hooked up over the arms, spread wide to display his cock and balls, which were no less magnificent than he was. Remus hadn’t been sure at first, attracted as he was, confused by the strange land and their reception. He’d gone back and forth so many times that he would have thought May was over already, if not for the fact that he hadn’t turned into a wolf yet. But this man had been irresistible, as though some force had drawn them together.
Remus thrust upwards, his cheek against Rilian’s smooth back. He had one hand on the man’s chest, holding him close. His other hand pumped the king’s cock as though it were Remus’ very own. There was something… magical about this, too. He hadn’t just wanted this from the first sight; he’d needed it.
Rilian sat up as straight as his cock, regal and splendid as he came like a fountain. Remus felt the man’s halting breath and pounding heart, and he came as well.
Afterwards, Rilian brought them spiced wine from the far side of his chamber and Remus walked about, curiously inspecting the decor. The room displayed a series of murals, all rich in detail and spanning from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. Remus didn’t have any idea what they depicted, but felt himself drawn to them nonetheless.
“These are amazing,” Remus said, standing in front of one and sipping the wine.
Rilian came up behind Remus, putting an arm around the man. “My father had all of these commissioned from different artists. Technically he wasn’t a Narnian by birth but he’d always had a fondness for the stories of the Golden Age of Narnia. After he united the country, one of his main goals was to restore this castle to its former glory.”
“Except that a few of these aren’t especially happy.”
“Yes,” Rilian nodded. “There were some dark periods in Narnia’s history. There’s the White Witch,” he said, pointing from over Remus’ shoulder. “She had styled herself as Queen as her presence meant oppression, a constant winter over the land, no merriment, no Christmas even. She turned anyone who spoke out against her to stone if they were lucky.”
The artist had captured the Queen’s cold, calculating elegance. Remus got the shivers just looking at it. She reminded Remus too much of Voldemort, and he couldn’t imagine having a picture of him on his bedroom wall. “Why would you want such a portrait in your chambers?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Rilian answered, sounding confused. “It’s my past. It’s what makes me what I am today- the good and the bad.”
“But it’s just history. It might influence you, but surely it isn’t that important to you as a person.”
“It’s everything, actually.” Rilian moved around and took Remus’ hand in his. He led Remus around the room, taking him on a slow, respectful tour of the images. “The high kings and queens who helped defeat the witch and end her rule. They were brought into this world from yours.”
The paintings then when from beautiful to terrible again, and Remus understood there must have been an invasion. “My father met them, you know. Even though their reign was over a thousand years before he was born.” Rilian gestured towards another painting showing a young man fighting along centaurs and dwarves and both the kings. There were scenes of celebration as well, including one with a kindly lion Remus’ eyes did not want to leave. He had a painting all to himself, but showed up there and there in others.
“Several even sailed to the end of the world with my father, where he met my mother.” He moved on past another few paintings. They reached a painting that was only partially completed and Remus felt him tense up. “Years ago I was seduced by an evil sorceress, kidnapped, held captive, and tricked. It was a personal offense, but it nearly destroyed the whole of Narnia.” The painting showed a lady in green, and her eyes were strangely like the White Witch’s had been. “The lady killed my mother and for so many years she kept me as hers, as my queen and my love. Deceipt and betrayal in my own bed, and I could not see it.” Remus squeezed the king’s hand, feeling sick.
Rilian squeezed Remus’ hand back. “I know well that not all magic is good. But there is so much that is out of our control, so much of our past we would have liked to have changed yet cannot. We can only say what should be changed because we are wiser due to those unpleasant times. And in the end, we cannot change our own pasts so we shall never know.”
Remus pressed himself into the Prince’s front, arms drawn up to his chest, head resting on Rilian’s shoulder. It was true that there were many things he would have changed, and he would be a different person today had his past been different. But as to changing it… Remus wasn’t so sure that was so impossible.
He went hard again at the thought, and Rilian’s hand slid down between their naked bodies to stroke it for him. Remus closed his eyes and enjoyed being overtaken by magic and another orgasm.