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  1. After taking a bit of a break, I decided to add another story to my collection. All the stories involve desperate men and women observing them. I have two other stories on my wattpad as well if you like the genre. All free to read, no account or anything needed. Link to the collection: https://www.wattpad.com/story/355099901-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and New story: *5) Stuck Elevator Desperation - 3k words, an professional assistant makes sure her boss is extra hydrated and plans a little fun involving an elevator. Her handsome employer gets frantic while they wait* https://www.wattpad.com/1431545074-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and Others: 1) The Desperate Experiment - 4k words, a guy signs of up a psych study and has to hold on for dear life it he wants to make it to the bathroom dry. Also mild female desperation. https://www.wattpad.com/1393610365-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 2) Desperate Car Sex - 1k words, a guy bottoms while his bladder is bursting https://www.wattpad.com/1393610464-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 3) The Desperate and Deadly Game - 4k words, a guy is KIDNAPPED and forced to hold his pee, if he leaks too much he will be KILLED https://www.wattpad.com/1393610784-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and 4) Locked Pants and Bursting Boyfriend - 3K words, a guy agrees to having his pants locked and walk around main street with as much as he can drink until his girlfriend agrees unlocks him, and she wants to savor the situation! https://www.wattpad.com/1408794767-omorashi-femdom-a-collection-of-men-desperate-and Let me know your thoughts if you end up taking a look. #3 is a bit intense fair warning. The story collection was a bit of an experiment, so I might go back to single shorts since it seems like a hassle.
  2. Hello, readers. Many of you are probably familiar with my medieval omorashi series, Lunambra. This is a complete reboot of that series, now taking place in a high-fantasy world with all the magic associated with such a genre. It features many of the same characters, and some new ones as well. The main series has come to a close, and I cannot find the inspiration to write spinoffs when every character is right where I want them. This is by far the longest story I've ever written, by a few thousand words. Be warned that this is not simply Omorashi fiction - It is an intense and dramatic tale of magic and war, not meant for a quick wank & walk. Since this story is so long, if you wish to read it in multiple sittings, simply remember the chapter number you're on and CTRL+F the number. And so I present: Dreams of Lunambra - Book One. ******************* Part One – Rain *******************1 Marina sighed as she waved her hand at the last lit torch in the hall and watched the lesser air spell float over it and envelop the flame, extinguishing it quickly. She dropped her arm and turned for the servant's quarters, pausing to squeeze her legs together for a moment. Finally done. I really need a wee...I hope someone remembered to empty our chamberpot, I don't know if I could even make it to the window... She began slowly making her way through the dark halls by muscle memory, turning right at the end and proceeding towards the wooden door that led into the large chamber where the castle's servants slept each night. A few meters from the door, she felt her bladder throb and she stopped, bending over slightly and gritting her teeth. Come on, Marina. Just a little more. She brushed her long red hair from her eyes, taking a second to squeeze her left hand tightly against her womanhood. She took a few more steps and knew the door was right in front of her. She reached out for the knob, blind in the darkness. Instead of the iron bar she anticipated, she felt soft and warm flesh. Marina squeaked and jumped back, gasping as a burst of wee forced its way out of her and dripped onto the floor under her simple cotton dress. She double-crossed her legs, nearly falling over in the process, and opened her eyes wide towards the door. “Who are you?” she called out, trying and failing to insert a threatening tone into her voice. “Oh no, I'm caught!” a humored male voice shot back. “To the stockades with me!” Marina exhaled deeply and relaxed; or at least as much as she could without emptying her bladder on the spot. “Baeden! Bloody hell, I've missed you so much. I did not expect you back until the morning. I can't believe you've done this, I'm nearly wetting my dress.” “All the better for me,” the Prince said with an obvious smirk in his voice. “I've missed you too, you beautiful girl. We've never been apart for this long since we first lay together. I was going to camp for the night, but I decided to force journey's end when I saw stormclouds forming earlier in the evening. Also, I did not want to spend one more night away from you. I'm guessing the rain should be starting any moment now.” “If I hear it raining, I'll wee immediately. Are you going to let me through?” “You should know better than that by now, Marina,” Baeden responded. Marina sighed but smiled. “Figured it was worth a try. So, what are we going to do tonight?” “We're going up on the turret of my tower, before the rains start. There's something I want to show you,” he said. The humor fell from his voice, replaced by a soft, loving tone that told her that she was in for something nice. She felt him take her hand and lead her away from the relief that her room would bring, but she did not mind. When she was with Baeden, the throbbing pressure in her belly was a welcome feeling, a sensation that she had learned to love. She did her best to walk properly, but it was difficult with her bladder so full. “Baeden, wait,” Marina panted. “I honestly won't make it to the tower. I got held up earlier, the Queen had me pick up some new dress from the tailor and it took me over an hour to get it done. I really need to let a little out if you want anything from me tonight.” Baeden stopped and sighed. “Let me check, then,” he whispered, grasping Marina around the back of her waist with his left hand and placing his right over her belly. Marina looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes and a playful frown. “If you do that, I really might not be able to hold it in. Are you willing to clean up after me?” “You know I am,” Baeden confirmed. He placed his hand on her bladder and gave it a soft push. Marina inhaled sharply and leaned back into his arm, squeezing her eyes shut and holding her legs together. He gently massaged her stretched skin, periodically pressing into her with his thumb. “Seems like you really are full. Let us see what we can do about that...” He increased the strength of his hand against her, and despite how hard she fought, she felt her hold slip and a thin, restrained stream of wee started flowing from her. It sprayed against the front of her beige dress, staining it all the way down to her knees and splattering onto the floor. She felt maybe three seconds of relief before Baeden released his grip on her bladder. She immediately doubled over, shoving both of her hands against herself and breathing heavily. “Oh, fuck, that nearly made it worse. Give me a moment...” She stood still like a statue, trying to regain control of her muscles that were internally screaming at her for giving them such a quick tease of relief. About thirty seconds later, she stood straighter and gave Baeden a nod. “I think I'm alright for now.” “Good,” Baeden said simply. He stepped towards Marina and held his hand out over her dress. “Are you ready?” “Always,” she answered. Baeden closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, and Marina felt the weight of her wet dress fading away as the liquid was pulled from the cotton. Streams of the very light yellow fluid formed into a small orb, joining the little bit that had fallen to the floor. Baeden the Water Prince turned his hand over, and the tiny orb of Marina's wee lifted above it, floating in the air between them. Baeden exhaled again and opened his fingers wide, and the liquid evaporated before their eyes, floating away as nothing but a small puff of vapor, soon to dissipate above them. Baeden dropped his hand, smiling widely at Marina. “Water magic is so much more difficult with wee than it is with clear water. I'm not sure why it is, but if I keep practicing, maybe I can be the world's first powerful Piss Mage.” Marina giggled and gave him a light punch in the shoulder. “Piss Mage, that's the worst thing I've ever heard,” she choked out, bending over again to hold herself through her laughter. “Well, that's what it is, innit?” Baeden shot back, trying to stifle his own chuckling. “What the hell else can I call it?” “Aye, you've got a point there,” Marina breathed. Anyway, let's get up to the tower, quickly. I'm still bursting.” “As you say,” Baeden agreed, and he jogged ahead with Marina doing her best to keep up with him. She ignored the pulses sent by her heavy bladder bouncing against her privates with each step. They soon reached the bottom of the Prince's tower that held his chambers and his own private armory. He started up the stairs and Marina followed, pausing every few steps to breathe and hold herself. He politely waited for her at each break, and it took five minutes at her slow, desperate pace to reach the top. As if on cue, Marina heard the first of the raindrops as Baeden pushed the trapdoor to the roof open. She stumbled out onto the turret behind him, falling onto her rear and twisting her legs together as far as they would go. “Oh, bloody hell, the rain makes holding it impossible!” she moaned, leaning back and folding her hands tightly against herself, squirming around on the stone floor like a playful cat. “The sound of the rain, you say?” Baeden spoke softly. “That's why I brought you up here, to show you how much my power has grown since I last properly demonstrated it for you. See if this makes you feel any better.” With that, Baeden stood straight and thrust his arms out in either direction, and Marina's breath caught in her chest as the rain ceased immediately. It did not simply stop raining, rather the rain stopped, each drop floating freely in the air around them. “Baeden,” Marina whispered with astonishment clear in her voice and her leaking bladder all but forgotten. “This magic is more powerful than I've ever seen. When did you learn how to do this?” “Promise me. Swear to me that you will believe the truth as I tell it,” Baeden said to her, staring seriously into her eyes. Marina let out a quick breath, shaking slightly as the dampness between her thighs threatened to grow if she did not attend to her desperate need soon. “How could you even ask that of me? You know that I trust you with my life and my soul both. Anything you say, I believe as the word of a god.” Baeden lowered his arms. The floating raindrops vibrated slightly, but stayed in place as he leaned against the turret wall. “Were you informed of any details when I left for Great Oak a month ago?” “I was,” Marina confirmed. She was leaning against the opposite wall, her right leg folded over her left and both hands nursing her bulging belly. She wanted so badly to empty herself on the roof right this second, but she did not want to distract Baeden from his tale. Every few seconds, a tiny drop of wee slipped past her grasp, unnoticeable on the wet floor of the castle turret. “From what I overheard in the council meeting, the ocean suddenly receded nearly ten kilometers from the village, and they were unable to get the fish and weeds they needed to survive. You left to bring them food aid. What happened over there?” “Well, as you say, the town was dry and covered in rancid salt by the time I arrived. We delivered the food, and I spoke with the town's mayor. Apparently, nobody had gone to the water's edge in weeks, fearing the sudden resurgence of the tide. I decided to take the chance, foolishly believing that my pathetic water magic might be of some help. I walked the distance alone, it took most of the day, trudging through the sand and salt. The sun was getting low in the sky when I finally set foot in the sea. I did all I could think of, casting the few spells I knew into the endless ocean, trying to pull the water, obviously to no effect. The sun had nearly fallen below the horizon when I saw...” Baeden's face went blank. He stared into the sky, seemingly lost in his own memories. His focus was so lost that the rain began to slowly descend, and it only stopped once Marina leaned forwards and placed her damp left hand on Baeden's shoulder, causing him to jump and regain sense. “Tell me, my Prince,” Marina whispered. “What did you see?” “The Oceanic Primordial,” Baeden said simply. His gaze was still unfocused, but he held his eyes directly on hers. Marina blinked. “You can't possibly-” “It was,” Baeden stated firmly. “I was still splashing about at the water's edge when what was left of the sun's light faded. I knew it was too early, so I stopped what I was doing and looked towards the star. What I saw was a woman made from the ocean itself, at least a hundred kilometers from her feet to the crown of her head. She stood tall, towering above the setting sun, reflecting its light in every direction. She looked at me, Marina. Right at me, with glowing eyes mirroring the soul of the ocean itself. Her head many lengths beyond the clouds, and somehow she looked to me alone.” Marina slid to the ground, her mouth hanging open. “One of the four creators of this Earth...gave you this power?” She tried so hard to keep her attention on the Prince, but the strong spurts of wee that were now nearly constantly shooting from her throbbing womanhood kept most of her thoughts on her own failing body. “I do not know,” Baeden conceded. “She did not speak to me, or motion at me in any way. She just looked at me. And then she lost form, sinking back into the vastness. The tides returned, and I had no hope of standing against them. I was swept away and lost consciousness instantly, waking up in the forests outside Great Oak. The shores were completely annihilated, but both myself and the town somehow survived. Ever since that day, my magic has has been powerful enough to terrify even myself.” Marina got to her knees and shifted to the other side of the turret, settling in snugly beside Baeden. “I cannot even begin to comprehend what you've seen,” she whispered. “But listen, I'm wetting myself right this second. We will explore your new strength on the new day, but for now I just want you to handle me as you always do. Release the rain and let us become one again.” Baden closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them onto the woman he loved. He reached out with both hands and grasped the sides of her dress, lifting it above her privates which were now leaking freely. He undid his own drawstring and within seconds he was inside of her. The rain began to fall again right as she completely lost control of her waters, letting them flow all across Baeden's manhood and body. She gyrated and thrusted to match his own movements, feeling endless pleasure shooting up into her body as she let the relief take her over. She placed her hands across her belly and pushed in hard, and Baeden groaned his appreciation as her stream increased greatly against him. Between the rain and her own liquid, Baeden was soaked from head to toe, and the water twisted and churned around him as if responding to his emotions alone, absent thought of magic. Ten minutes later, they both lay side by side, completely spent. Marina's bladder finally had the relief it had needed for so many hours, and Baeden was just laying there naked from the waist down, staring into space. As Marina felt herself drifting to sleep, she felt warmness against her right leg. She turned her head to Baeden to see him emptying his own bladder freely, his manhood laying to one side of his thigh, facing her. She reached out and took it, feeling the liquid pulse through him as it joined her own massive puddle that likely outweighed the rain itself. They both stayed there for a long time, breathing heavily and enjoying the feel of the cool rain against their exhausted bodies. Eventually, Baeden sat up and got to his feet. “We should turn to our bed,” he said softly. “We must awaken early and prepare for Jarkan's party tomorrow. We have a long day ahead of us.” Marina sighed and stood as well, exhaling as she let out the little bit of extra wee that had found its way to her bladder while they laid there. “Indeed. I'm the one who has to do all the work, anyway,” she quipped. “Not to worry, I will keep you from the worst of it. Besides, with the old laws soon to be abolished, we shall be properly wed and you will have your rightful place as my Princess.” **************************** Part Two – Underground ****************************2 “My Queen, it is time to wake up. Jarkan's caravan has been spotted approaching the river." Queen Jenara slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the morning light. “Naida? I thought I told you not to enter without knocking. What if I was indecent?” The young brown-haired servant girl sighed. “My Queen, you do realize that I dress you every morning? I've seen all there is to see of you.” “Just follow my command,” Jenara snapped. The truth was that she did not mind her servants seeing her naked, but she did not want to be caught over the chamberpot. No matter how intimately someone knew her, it would still be mortifying. She needed her morning relief, and now that Naida was here, there was no chance for it at the moment. Jenara yawned and blinked hard, and with one thought she was standing on the other side of her room, near her wardrobe. She stumbled slightly but caught herself quickly, grabbing onto the handle of the large piece of furniture. The first shift of the day was always disorienting, no matter how many times she experienced it. “Do you really have to teleport around your own room? It is very startling,” Naida complained. “It is not teleportation, and I keep telling you not to call it that,” Jenara said, ignoring Naida's displeasure. “I simply move faster than a lesser mind can comprehend. I call it 'Shifting,' and you should too.” “Very well, my Queen,” Naida conceded. “Anyway, what will you wear for today's ceremonies?” Jenara pulled open the wardrobe, looking at her massive collection of dresses, skirts, and corsets. “I cannot decide. I feel like red or purple would display power and give example that I will not back down easily, but I also do not want to appear overly aggressive. Light blue or emerald would seem more peaceful, but I do not want their ambassador to see me as weak when he first lays eyes on me.” “May I suggest a deep blue dress with black lace?” Naida offered. Jenara thought for a moment, then nodded. “I like it. A serious appearance but with no meaning in blood or position.” In the blink of an eye, Jenara had her dress, corset, and underskirt laid out on her bed. Continuing to ignore Naida's exasperated glare at her needless shifting about the room, she stood still and held her arms out to her sides. While it was never expected for a Queen to dress herself, she couldn't help but feel annoyed at the time it took as Naida pulled and tugged at her, trying to get the outfit in place. Unfortunately, no matter how fast she was, Jenara could not tie or untie the back of her own dress or corset. As said corset was positioned around her and pulled tight, she felt her slightly full bladder tingling inside of her. How annoying...if only I had woken up myself two minutes earlier. Still, there was nothing to be done about it now. She waited as Naida pulled the dress over her head and laced up the back. The dress was on, but the worst part – her hair – was yet to come. Jenara shifted into the chair in front of her mirror, causing Naida to gasp and jog over to her with a suppressed growl. As Naida began her work on the Queen's hair, her other chambermaid, Hazel, poked her head in through the door. Through the door, which was not open in the slightest. “My Queen, I've heard-” “HAZEL!” Jenara shouted at her, suddenly and loudly. The servant shrieked and tripped, tumbling through the still-closed door and landing in a heap on the carpet. “I swear to the Primordials, if you phase in here absent warning once more, I will have you in the dungeons. Wait, can dungeons even hold you? Well, I'll have Gaston throw you into the fucking sun or something equally as deadly. It is absolutely unacceptable.” Hazel got to her knees, trembling. The Queen was nearly always composed; when she cursed, it meant that she was seriously mad. “I apologize, my Queen. I swear to you, it will not happen again.” “THAT IS WHAT YOU SAID THE LAST TWO TIMES!” Jenara screamed. “It's just how I naturally move,” Hazel cried. “I do not think of it. I will never do so again. Please, my Queen, be merciful.” Jenara glared at her, then sighed and turned back to the mirror. “Very well. This is your last warning. If it happens once more, I will have your life. Now get up and speak the words you came here to tell.” Hazel stood up slowly, keeping her legs held together. Unbeknownst to the Queen and the other serving girl, Jenara's threat had nearly caused Hazel to wet herself on the spot. She had a busy schedule this morning, and since her magic allowed her privacy at any time by simply sinking through the ground into the tunnels below Lunambra, she had been holding a full bladder since she woke up. She usually waited until she started leaking before she took care of it, as anything less was a waste of time. “Of course, my Queen,” Hazel mumbled tearfully. She inhaled slowly, trying to regain control before she spoke. She felt her muscles tighten, and she finally managed to stand straight. “I've heard some strange talk from the night guards, returning to their chambers during the morning shift change. They said that a storm came over the castle last night, and soon after it started the rain ceased in midair, the drops floating as though caught in time. They had never witnessed such a thing, and told me to inform you.” Jenara squinted at Hazel through the mirror. “I've never heard of such a thing either,” she said softly. “I would assume it's the Nymphs playing in the night. They are unpredictable, but harmless. Tell me if anything else is reported, but I would not be concerned of this alone.” “As you say, my Queen,” Hazel agreed. “Is there anything else you would have of me, or may I be excused?” She did not mean to rush the Queen, but she felt wetness between her legs and desperately wanted to escape before she started leaking on the Queen's floor from under her dress. “No, be gone from my sight,” Jenara snapped. “In fact, I do not wish to see you for a few days, while my anger at your thoughtless actions subsides. Serve my son until Jarkan's party leaves us.” “Prince Baeden already has Marina, would you not rather have me-” “Do as I command,” Jenara interrupted. “With how he fawns over that girl, he will not ask anything difficult of her. You are to do what she will not. Go to him, now.” Hazel nodded and turned away, slowly walking through the door and into the hallway. As soon as she was clear of the wood, she gasped and shoved both hands between her legs, bending forwards and shutting her eyes. Her hands immediately felt wetness, and her bladder throbbed with every breath. She had been fine before she entered the Queen's chamber, but after that scare, it was all she could do to keep herself from bursting all over the floor. Baeden is too kind, he will ask nothing important of me. I must have relief. Hazel knew the underground like she knew her own body. She knew where in the castle she could simply sink straight down and land in a tunnel. She turned left and hobbled down the hall, gasping as she felt a few drops of wee fill the dry part of her dress that she held against herself. Just a few more feet. She jogged the last small distance to the end of the hall, and she stopped and knelt down. Here we go. It took her a moment to focus. Usually she could phase instantly, but she was too desperate to take her mind off it. Ten seconds later, she felt her knees sink into the stone, and then she was going down. She fell through the tower floor, catching a glance of two startled guards, then she was through the second floor of the castle proper, then the first, then through the foundation and dirt, and finally she was kneeling in the thin, humid tunnel. She stood and spread her legs quickly, pulling her dress up above her womanhood. As soon as the fabric cleared the line of fire, she was releasing a strong stream against the stone floor. She breathed in ecstasy as she leaned back against the wall, watching her stream flow from her like a waterfall. The first time she came down here, she had expected the tunnels to be pitch-black and scary. However, they were well lit with magical torches that never went out, which had apparently been there for hundreds of years. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of her much-needed relief. Not ten seconds later, she heard it. A voice, a male voice shouting from a very short distance to her right. Hazel screamed and let go of her dress. Unable to stop her stream, it sprayed against the fabric, soaking it through. She stumbled away from the wall, coming face-to-face with a tall man in black leather armor and a full face mask. “How the fuck did you get down here?” he was shouting in a heavy Eastern accent. Hazel turned and ran, her water still spraying from her and sliding down her legs as she moved. The man sprinted after her, and she screamed as she heard the sudden roar of some unknown beast. She turned a corner just as her bladder finally emptied completely, and she shrieked as she spotted five more men dressed the same, standing over a massive, glowing red crystal. In one second, she knew what she was seeing. A runestone, a magical artifact capable of storing powerful spells. The men turned to her and she stopped short and spun, screaming again as she saw a great grey dog growling in front of her, where the first man had been seconds before. The dog leapt at her and she shut her eyes, putting all her mind and soul into her magic, and with a centimeter to spare the dog phased through her body. She dove sideways, phasing through the tunnel wall, and she was safe. ******************** Part Three – War ********************3 “Baeden, stop it,” Marina moaned. She folded her legs together and tried fruitlessly to remove Baeden's hand from her belly. “We don't have time for this now, Jarkan's party will be arriving any moment, you must dress and prepare for their welcome.” “I am not going anywhere until you wee,” Baeden responded with a smirk. He continued pressing on her hard bladder, growing stiff as she gasped and squirmed against him. “Oh, fine, but I'm not doing it on the bed. If their ambassador wants a tour of the castle, it would not do him well to find a great puddle in the Prince's bed. I doubt even you could magic out all this wee. Release me so I may relieve myself properly for once.” Baeden sighed and removed his hand, watching Marina gingerly stand up. He smiled at her naked body as she leaned slightly forwards and clenched her fists. Since she had last emptied late last night, she would not normally be so desperate in the morning, but Baeden had insisted she drink much before bed so they could have some fun when they woke up. She slowly started towards the cabinet where the chamberpot was kept, but Baeden grasped her shoulder and held her back. “You really think I'd let you use the pot? Who do you think I am?” Marina groaned. “Where then? Somewhere it cannot be seen.” “How about-” Baeden's idea was interrupted by a crash from right below him. He gasped and jumped back, staring in awe as a human hand flew from the floor beneath his feet. Baeden stumbled backwards and tore his dresser open, throwing on a robe and pulling his personal shortsword from its place against the wall beside it. He aimed the tip at the squirming hand in the floor before it was followed by a small brown-haired woman in a white servant's dress. Baeden sighed and resheathed his blade. “I heard about you from my mother. Your name is Hazel, is it...” Baeden's voice trailed off as his eyes caught the state of her. Crying, shaking head to toe, the front of her dress soaked with what was likely piss. “Tunnels,” she choked out. “Men in the tunnels, with a runestone.” Baeden knelt next to her and grasped her shoulders firmly, holding her in a comforting manner. Marina stood to the side, attempting to cover her breasts and womanhood with her hands while also hiding the fact that she was desperate for relief. “Tell me what happened,” Baeden whispered to her. “You are safe now, find your breath and speak plainly.” Hazel was gasping for air, but after a moment she closed her eyes and exhaled, seeming to regain a small amount of composure. She looked up to Baeden and began to speak softly into his ear. “I went to speak with the Queen earlier, and she told me to come serve you. On the way, I...Oh, I cannot say...” “What? Please, Hazel, you do not need to fear me like you do my mother. You were in the tunnels? Why?” Hazel began crying softly again. “After I left the Queen's chambers, I needed to relieve myself. I phased down into the tunnels for privacy, and I was attacked. There were six men that I saw, dressed all in black, and there was a huge dog. Five of them were in the process of enchanting a giant runestone right under the castle.” Baeden's face went to stone, his jaw locking and his eyes growing hard. He stood and pulled Hazel to her feet. “It is Jarkan. They plan to betray us, as they have often done in the past. The runestone could be anything, but it is most likely a vortex enchantment, they plan to pull the whole castle into the tunnels below. The Queen must be informed. Hazel, go back to her and tell-” Hazel shrieked quickly and shook her head violently. “I cannot go back to the Queen. She is furious with me, she would see me executed.” “Fucking hell, she is so-” Baeden exhaled deeply and pursed his lips. “Oh, forget it. I will go to my mother. Marina, get dressed and come with me. Hazel, go find General Gaston. Tell him what we have learned, but word it as though it was I who was in the tunnels, inspecting the water supply.” “I, uh,” Hazel started. “I must return to the servant's quarters to change first. My dress...” She glanced down at the garment, soaked all down the front with her wee. “Not to worry, I can manage that,” Baeden said quickly. With one wave of his hand, Baeden pulled the liquid from the front of Hazel's dress, compressed it into a small orb, and shot it out the window beside his bed. Hazel opened her eyes wide, patting around her privates from the outside of the dress and looking up to Baeden. “How did you- What in the-” “You know I'm a Water Mage,” Baeden told her with a slight smirk that could not hide the concern in his eyes. “Works with piss too.” And with that, he turned and strode out his door. Marina followed behind him, groaning as she struggled to pull one of Baeden's maroon belted tunics over her breasts. “The belt, Marina,” Baeden sighed. “Why are you putting on my tunic anyway?” Marina blinked and grasped for the leather strap, pulling the buckle open. Finally she slid it over her chest and let it settle right above her knees. “Sent my dress for washing last night after we came down from the tower, remember?” She suddenly stopped and gasped, folding her left leg across her right and squeezing her eyes shut. “Baeden, I understand the importance of all this, but I have not had relief yet. I am not sure how long I can wait.” “Wee off the Queen's balcony after I leave to escort her to the war room,” Baeden said. “You must stay by my side until we reach her. If the castle is taken out from under us, your air magic will slow our falls and prevent both of our deaths. Once I join my mother, her speed magic would get all of us out of the castle before it fell.” Marina nodded and stood as straight as she could manage. She felt such pressure against her privates, but she was not on the verge of losing control quite yet. She had held much more than this in the past. “Quickly, then,” she said, following close behind Baeden. It was five minutes until they reached the Queen's tower. The castle was not so massive, but they were continuously stopped by servants and residents wishing them well or asking questions about the day's events. Baeden shrugged them all off, simply nodding or giving generic responses about wine or meat. Upon reaching the Queen's steps, Baeden held Marina back. “Listen to me, Marina. There will very likely be a battle today. I do not know what the Queen will command, but there is a chance that she will host the feast as intended so as to not arouse suspicion while she sends me and some other Knights to attack their camp from a flank. When we are separated, you must go to the roof of my tower. I have it warded against anyone besides the two of us.” “As you say,” Marina agreed in a strained voice. “Oh please, Baeden, we must hurry. I feel really full.” Baeden tried to smile reassuringly at her, failing to appear very convincing. He held her hand as they ascended the steps, only releasing her once they were right outside the Queen's door. “Try not to wet yourself in front of the Queen, alright?” Baeden said jokingly. “I should be alright. There's just a lot of pressure...I'm not leaking yet...” Baeden leaned in and gave her a long kiss, then knocked on the door. “Mother, I have some alarming news,” Baeden called. “Enter,” Queen Jenara responded. Baeden pushed the door open and stepped in, Marina hanging close behind him. Jenara was standing next to her desk, her handmaiden Naida doing some finishing touches on her hair. “If this is about the thing with the rain last night, I've already been informed,” Jenara said. Baeden coughed quietly. Marina wondered if he would tell his mother about the power he gained, but he seemed to decide against it as he stepped towards her. “I've got no idea about that. This concerns our...visitors today. Early this morning, I decided to take a walk through the tunnels, just to make sure everything was in order with the reservoir and that we had enough water for the guests. While I was down there, I spotted something very disturbing. They have men beneath our castle, enchanting a massive runestone.” Jenara stood still for a long moment. “They come here under guise of truce and instead make attempt on our Kingdom?” Marina stepped back as she felt the heat radiating from the Queen. Her eyes began to change, glowing bright orange and swirling with the flames of her very soul. “What happened? Did they see you?” Marina had not been afraid of the Queen in a long time, but seeing her second magic come to the surface was always unsettling. Queen Jenara was beyond a rarity. She was the only person that anyone had ever heard of who had been born with the magic of both her parents. The Queen's mother wielded fire, her father, speed. The two combined made her a powerhouse of magical strength. Strength that was wasted on someone who would never see combat. Baeden looked to his mother. “You must calm down. This is a coward's tactic, and they will be met with proper response. They saw me, but I do not think they knew who I was, as I was still in my nightclothes. I had no weapons, so I retreated. They did not follow, deciding instead to continue their enchantment. I have no idea what spell the stone holds, I could not see the runes clearly enough, but whatever it is...it could likely spell the end of this castle, as I'm sure you already know.” Marina stood to the side, feeling so proud of the Prince. Lying to his own mother to protect a servant... No servant was allowed in the tunnels without express permission from somebody above their station. If Jenara knew Hazel was down there, especially for something like having a wee, she really would take the girl's life. Marina glanced longingly at the balcony to her right. Her bladder throbbed at the thought of emptying itself over the edge. She fought hard not to squirm in front of the Queen, and she winced as she felt the smallest drop of liquid dampen her vulva. Baeden better get the Queen out of here quickly... “I've already sent Hazel to inform General Gaston,” Baeden explained. “With how fast she can move about the castle, he is likely already preparing the Knights. I suggest we gather all the vital residents of the castle in the great hall, so our magic may protect each other in the event of an attack.” “You are right,” Jenara agreed. “Naida, my hair is fine. Come with us to the great hall, I would not see my handmaiden injured this day. You too, Marina.” “I will join you in a moment, my Queen,” Marina piped up. “Baeden instructed me to gather some of your clothes and bring them to the treasury, in case we are forced to retreat underground.” She felt her privates vibrating under the pressure of her bladder now, knowing she was but a few moments from relief. “Nonsense,” Jenara brushed her off. “You wield air magic, yes? You could be of use. You will not leave my side. Naida, you gather the clothes and join us in the great hall with haste.” Marina stared wide-eyed at Baeden. He just grimaced and shrugged. She immediately felt the pressure in her bladder increase, furious that its imminent relief was taken from it. Bloody hell, what am I going to do? I can't hold it in much longer. She leaned ever so slightly forwards as her womanhood was dampened again by a tiny drop forcing its way out of her. She took a small step back and glanced down, making sure she did not drip on the floor at all. Jenara strode towards the door, placing a hand on Baeden's shoulder. “We will not be made victims again, my son. Your father died defending our Kingdom from them when they last came here. We will repel this vermin's tactic, we will assemble our army and we will march to their doorstep, with siege engines and five thousand men. We will bring the destruction of Jarkan.” She walked through the door, not noticing that she left a burning hole in the shoulder of Baeden's robe. He patted quickly at it, then followed after her with Marina trailing slowly behind him, as desperate as she had ever been. ************************* Part Four – Treachery *************************4 Queen Jenara pushed the pressure in her belly out of her mind as she sat in her throne at the head of the great table. Marina stood on the Queen's right, with Baeden in the chair next to her. Normally he would take the seat across the table from the Queen, but she wanted him close. He was wearing his armor now, longsword strapped to his side. Jenara was cross at him, as he had vehemently insisted that he and Marina be left alone to change. Jenara would have none of it, and waited in the barracks with her back turned as Baeden put on his armor. He thinks I don't know that he just wants a quick fuck with her before things turn bad. They can wait until Jarkan burns beneath my feet. Marina had no opportunity to change at all, and was still wearing Baeden's tunic. Along the walls of the great hall stood the Knights of Lunambra, with General Gaston positioned next to the door. The man stood at least seven feet tall, clad in shining plate armor from head to toe. No weapon graced his side. Jenara grinned at the sight, knowing that no weapon could stand up to the use Gaston would put it to. Glancing to the door and out the hall's windows, Jenara sighed. She let her legs shift closer together, cursing the slowness of her awakening that morning. She had fallen asleep with no relief the night past, after drinking too much wine at dinner the night before. Her privates tingled with a desire for relief, something she had no chance of feeling for a very long time. With an unknown runestone beneath the castle, anything at all could happen at any moment. While she could shift to her own chamberpot faster than anyone could even notice, most of her organs worked at the pace of any other human, and it still took her a long time to empty her bladder. Especially when it was so full. She actually liked the feeling, on her own time and when she was at peace, but right now it was nothing but a nuisance. I could send Gaston to remove or destroy the runestone, Jenara thought. However, if it's enchanted to be reactive, that could set it off. Jarkan's King is no idiot, he would plan for our potential discovery of it. She had no choice. She had to hold herself until the threat was over. Wait. There is something I can do. Jenara glanced around at the Knights, spotting one spinning a dagger around his fingers to pass the time. It's a risk, but it is one I must take. Jenara focused her mind, feeling her magic welling up inside of her. Once she felt confident, she stood up. Nobody in the room reacted to her, as to Jenara, time was stopped almost completely. They were so slow. She could go anywhere, do anything, and settle back in her throne without anyone being any the wiser. She shifted to the Knight with the dagger, moaning softly as her desperate body protested the sudden movement. She patted herself between her legs, as if to reassure her bursting bladder that it would feel better soon. She grasped the dagger by its handle and slipped it gently from the Knight's hand. She reached down and grasped the front of her dress, lifting it up and over her left shoulder. She slid the blade under the strings on the belly of her corset and cut them through, gasping as her bladder instantly bulged two inches past the garment. The relief was instantaneous and intense, and she moaned out loud as the pressure subsided to a simple dull ache. She couldn't remember the exact way the Knight was holding the dagger, so she just placed it in his hand and let the dress fall. She then made her way back to the head of the table and sat in her throne. She exhaled and released her magic, trying not to grin as the Knight shouted and dropped his dagger, to chuckles from the other nearby Knights. Now that she felt better, it was time to do her job. “The tower guards say that Jarkan's camp is being set up north of the river,” she called out loud, so everyone in the large room could hear. “Under other circumstances, it would seem obvious to set up near fresh water, but this has the dual purpose of blocking our own forces from reaching them. Other than being forced through the choke point at Quailsight Bridge, we have no way to attack besides archers and artillery. If they possess mages skilled in defensive magic, even that will have limited use.” “Mother,” Baeden started, “my magic has increased in power recently. I have been...training, nearly without end. I believe myself capable of parting the river so our troops may travel through.” Jenara squinted at him. “Impossible. Not even your father could hold such magic for longer than a few seconds, the river would crash upon our men and wash them away. Know your own strength, Baeden.” ***** The Prince looked at Marina, sadness in his eyes. Only the two of them knew the true power he now wielded. As much as everyone spoke of the Primordials, they were still little more than legends to most people, far beyond the reach of mankind. The claim that Baeden had seen one, that he had been granted power by one, would have him a laughing stock among his men. He knew that it would be revealed, but it would be at the moment he proved his new strength by literally raining death upon his enemies. Marina caught his eye. Her face was coated in sweat, her eyes red and watering. He looked down her body and winced as he saw wetness along the whole length of her right leg. There was a tiny puddle on the marble floor underneath her, and as he watched it was added to by a spurt that lasted at least a second. The lower half of her body was concealed from everyone besides Baeden by the table, but it would not save her if she wet herself completely. Marina shivered and opened her mouth, letting out a shaky breath. Baeden had seen her this desperate before, but it was always for fun, always in private. Another spurt of wee fell into the puddle, now threatening to spread out of the cover of the table. I have to help her. Baeden's thoughts were interrupted by the Queen continuing to speak. “No, attacking them at their camp is a losing tactic. While it may be a risk, I believe their motive is to activate the runestone if negotiations do not go their way. Their ambassador and his guards will pretend to accept whatever happens here, leave the castle, then bring it down on top of us. We will fight their traitorous ways with treachery of our own. The King was skilled at enchantments, and just by knowing him I learned much about runestones.” Jenara paused to eat, breaking the yolk of her egg open with her chunk of bread and dipping it in the liquid. Baeden looked back to Marina. She was absolutely vibrating now. Her eyes locked to his again, and he saw her shake her head in defeat. It's going to happen any second. As if on cue, Marina let out a small gasp and a river began flowing out from under the tunic. With all the reflexes of a great warrior, Baeden flung his hand open and focused his entire being on the liquid spraying out from between her legs. The waterfall ceased, and Marina's breath caught in her throat. While he had controlled her urine with his magic before, he had never used it to stop a wetting in progress by force. He had no idea how it might feel for her, but it was the only way he could save her from grievous punishment. She was staring at him with her eyes wide in shock, but thankfully she did not appear to be in pain. She slowly nodded at him, opening her hand in a gesture that told him to release the magic. He shook his head. She furrowed her eyebrows and nodded again. He sighed and lowered his hand, surprised to see that nothing more left her body. Seems what she let out was enough for her to regain control for now... Baeden shifted his focus to the growing puddle underneath her, using one finger to snake the liquid across the marble behind her and through a crack where the floor met the wall. Please, let this be over soon, Baeden prayed. She suffers this at my hand, if only I had let her have relief upon waking up. Jenara set down her bread and leaned back in her throne, a small grin appearing on her face. “A runestone of the size mentioned by Baeden requires a constant stream of magic to hold its power for longer than a few minutes. I would bet all my fortune that the five men who were enchanting it must stay nearby so it may feed on their mana. The sixth, however, is likely a scout or messenger. He will be traveling back to their camp to inform their General that the runestone has been discovered. Judging by the time they saw Baeden, and by the average sprinting pace of a man, we likely have less than ten minutes until he reaches them.” “I will bring him down,” General Gaston called from across the room in his booming voice. “If I take my horse, I may yet reach-” “There is no chance,” Jenara said, her grin growing wider. “Even at full speed, the river is a half hour's ride. You will accompany Baeden into the tunnels, where you will incapacitate the five men, bind them, and block their magic with warding crystals. Do not kill them, if the runestone loses its supply of mana it may activate early. If you see their attack dog, do what you will with it. Leave them there, and return to the castle. We will meet with their ambassador as intended, but with them absent knowledge that we are aware of their plot. We will take the ambassador and his guards hostage, so they may not activate the runestone. With the castle safe and the enchanters tied down, our forces will have time to cross the river at the bridge five kilometers south and circle to the rear of their camp, burning it to the ground.” “What of the messenger, though?” Baeden asked. Jenara's grin faded, replaced with a furious glare that perfectly represented the vengeance burning in her chest. “I shall handle him myself.” ********************** Part Five – Zodiac *********************5 Queen Jenara had not been alone outside of her chamber since... Pretty much ever, I suppose, she thought to herself. Always surrounded by servants, guards, nobles, and family. General Gaston argued hard against her coming out here, but there was nothing he could do to stop her when she used her speed. Squirrels, wisps, and birds filled her vision, but it felt so strange, standing in the forest with no human in sight. She had also never felt so exposed. She quickly discovered that she could not navigate the forest in her dress, and she had no sharp tool to cut the garment short. Absent choice, she released her fire magic and burned the dress off of herself. She stood in nothing but her underskirt and corset, alone in the trees, relying on her speed alone to keep her hidden. While she was free from the restraint of the dress, something else held her back. She looked down her body, sighing at her bulging abdomen that protruded even past her breasts. The pressure between her legs was great, and she had to fight to hold still. I can't relieve myself now. I don't have time. He could reach his camp at any moment. Pushing the cries of her bladder aside, she began to move. The river was four kilometers away, a distance she could cover in a matter of seconds at her fastest. However, the man she hunted could be anywhere between the castle and their camp. It was a large territory to sweep. She made the trip dozens of times in less than a minute, scanning the trees for any sign of Jarkan's scout to no avail. To make matters worse, the faster she went, the more her bladder contracted and throbbed. She tried hard to simply empty it as she ran, but she couldn't get it started while she was in motion. She cursed at the pressure that constantly taunted her, and again at the man that continued to elude her. As she kept running, she felt a particularly sharp pulse that forced her to a stop. Damn this, she thought desperately. I should just do it right here, just let it burst out, but it would be so much lost time. I must find him right now, for the sake of Lunambra. Why won't it just come out while I run... She stood straight again and continued her pursuit. Another dozen times through the trees, and still no sign of human life. She slid to a halt, groaning at the pain in her bladder and the pain in her feet. She had never stepped outside barefoot in all her life, and traveling around the forest as such was exceedingly unpleasant. Still, she thought nothing of the discomfort as she glanced around, scanning for something, anything, that could point to her prey. That was when she saw it. Something between two trees, a great orange shape, fifty meters away. She shifted closer, gasping in shock as she saw what it was. A tiger, a real, living tiger stuck mid-run in her seemingly time-stopping magic. The surprise of it nearly caused her to leak on the spot, and she had to shove a hand against herself to stop it, knowing that losing control would break her shift. The momentary loss of focus did cause her speed to wane, and she shuffled backwards as the tiger managed a quick step before getting stuck in her magic again. Wait just a minute, she thought suddenly, once the disbelief subsided. There are no fucking tigers in Lunambra. Her anger welling up once more, she voluntarily broke her shift and formed a fireball in her right hand. The tiger took off at full speed, still completely unaware of the Queen behind it, only stopping to turn when it heard the fwoosh of Jenara's fireball rapidly approaching it from behind. As limiting as it was, she could only manifest one type of magic at a time. In order to wield fire, she had to exit the shift, and she could not reenter it for nearly ten seconds after. This unfortunate disadvantage allowed the tiger to react with impressive reflexes, turning its large head towards the fireball hurtling towards it. Upon spotting Jenara, the tiger's eyes widened in either surprise or fear, and in the blink of an eye the tiger was a small rat, the fireball soaring uselessly over it with less than a meter to spare. Jenara cursed and launched another, but the rat was too small a target. It swerved this way and that, and with a roar Jenara threw out both of her hands, releasing a stream of flame that ignited a wall of fire across the forest in front of her. With a high-pitched scream, the rat was a horse, leaping through the flames and bolting into the trees. Jenara pulled her hands back, dissipating the wall of flame. Since she was in control of the fire, it would not spread or destroy anything she did not intend it to, but it could still alert Jarkan's camp. She stared at the retreating horse, waiting until she could use her speed magic again. He wields Eastern Zodiac magic. He may have been the dog that Baeden saw in the tunnels as well. I have heard that Jarkan had a Knight who wielded such a power. To find him on our doorstep...if he can use the apex form of his magic, he could be a bigger threat alone than all of Jarkan. I must bring him down, even if it costs me my life. Seconds later, she felt her magic welling back up in her body. She stepped forwards into a shift, but gasped and stumbled as her bladder contracted hard and she felt the first small spurt force its way out of her and into the grass below. DAMN THIS! I must have relief right here and now, but if he turns back into a rat and finds a hiding spot, I would not find him without burning the whole forest to the ground. Jenara screamed and slammed her fist against her belly, forcing out a fast, strong spray that soaked through the front of her underskirt. At least it's something. She willed herself into a shift, breathing hard as her movement forced her bladder shut. She caught up to the horse instantly, leaping onto its back and wrapping her left hand in its mane. Letting fire encase her right hand, the shift broke and she struggled to keep mounted on the galloping horse. He neighed in protest at the sudden weight added to his back, and louder again as she slammed her flaming fist into the side of its neck. The horse stumbled and slowed, running for a few more seconds before he began to collapse. Jenara barely managed to shift onto her feet in time before he hit the ground, and she quickly followed up with two fireballs to his flank. She prepared a much larger one to finish him off, but then the horse became a snake the length of a tree, all injuries seemingly gone. It seems that transforming heals him. I must kill him straight away, giving him no time to focus his magic. The snake struck before she could shift, so she was forced to use two blasts of fire from her hands to launch herself sideways. She rolled and groaned as she leaked again under her skirt, but she ignored it and swept a wide row of fire out in front of her to prevent the snake's advance. Rather than circling around to attack her, it spun backwards and took off in the other direction. Sighing, Jenara waited the few seconds until she could shift, then moved directly in the snake's path. She lifted her right foot and encased it in flame, slamming it down towards the snake's head. With unbelievable reflexes, the snake swerved to avoid her blow the instant the shift broke. Her foot struck the ground hard and she cursed in pain, throwing a circle of flame out from her hands to keep the snake from coiling itself around her. The snake slid backwards away from her fires, and then the snake was a man, clad in black leather armor and wearing a cloth mask. He knelt just outside of the flaming circle, breathing heavily and staring up at the Queen. He was unarmed aside from a small dagger at his hip, and Jenara let the fire dissipate. He stayed still for a few seconds, then slowly got to his feet. He reached up and pulled his mask off, revealing long black hair and a short beard covering a tired, Eastern face. “Who are you?” he panted. Jenara frowned at him, unsure of what to say. She was in her underclothes, the front of her skirt was obviously wet with wee, and she was incapable of standing still without leaking. However, her pride and honor surpassed any feelings of shame, and she did her best to stand straight. Besides, the man will be dead soon anyway. “I am Queen Jenara, monarch of Lunambra and daughter of King Baeden the First. Who are you?” The man exhaled, looking her over. “The Queen? You come to kill me alone? And...looking like that?” Jenara scowled. “I am the only person who could catch you before you reached your camp. As for my appearance, I could not run in my dress, and I have had a rather unfortunate morning. If we can move past that now, tell me. Who are you?” “I am General Percival Godfrey of Jarkan. It is an honor to meet you,” he said with a low bow. “Drop the act,” Jenara spat. “I haven't the time for the games of nobles.” Because I'm about to piss myself in about ten seconds. “How did an Eastern man become General of an English kingdom? And what kind of General sneaks around in the shadows, playing like an assassin?” Percival sighed. “I appear as I am because I am a bastard. My mother was a servant, taken from a band of traveling merchants by my father, and her magic was locked to prevent her escape. My magic is taken from her. And I behave as I do because I have no choice in the matter. I am just following orders, as much as I may despise it.” “Orders given by your King?” Jenara did not know why she was speaking with this man. One shift, and she could take his dagger and cut his throat before he could form half a thought. However, there was something in his eyes, some kind of regret and darkness that caused her to hesitate. Aside from that, she was unsure of her ability to shift with how hard her bladder was pulsing right now. She could try to force it, but if something went wrong she would undoubtedly wet herself completely in front of another Kingdom's nobleman. Even if he died soon after, it was something that she did not want to live with. Percival looked to his feet and nodded slowly. “Aye, our 'King.' The man's gone mad, but he is still our monarch and we have no power to refuse him. He commanded us to destroy your city and take your people hostage. He wields earth magic, and about a month ago he suddenly became powerful beyond belief. He's tearing our city apart, reforming it into something twisted and dark. Nobody knows what happened to him to make him this way, and with his new power there is nothing anyone can do to stop him.” “You do not wish to follow his orders, then? Listen to me, Percival, take the men you have here and join us. Your runestone has been locked down, the men in the tunnels restrained and rendered defenseless. You have no chance of winning here. Lend us your strength, and we will aid you in reclaiming your city from your King.” Percival shook his head. “No. You do not know the strength that he wields. If he discovers our treachery, he will turn our city to rubble. My family, all of our families, will be killed. I have no choice but to do as commanded. There is no other path. Fight me, or step aside, let me reach my camp, and let our forces decide the outcome of this battle.” “I cannot,” Jenara whispered. “As you wish,” Percival said, sadness taking over his gaze. “I obviously can not run from you, so I will use all my power to defeat you here so I may save my city.” Jenara knew what was coming, and she could not give him the chance. She locked her eyes on his dagger and threw herself into a shift despite the pain in her belly. She reached for the blade, drawing it from its sheath, but it was not to be. The strongest contraction yet forced her out of the shift, and a massive three second spurt of wee cascaded from her body. She just barely regained control, moved to thrust the dagger into him, but she was knocked back by a great wave of magical pressure. She stumbled and cried out as she leaked another long spurt, stepping backwards as the final form of the Zodiac rose endlessly into the sky above her. The size of it was nearly incomprehensible. Smoke pouring from its mouth, at least three kilometers long from its head to the end of its tail, the Dragon was born. ******************** Part Six – Friend ********************6 “Do not leave this spot. If anything happens, use your magic to the best of your ability to protect the hall and the Knights. You will be the only mage here once Baeden and Gaston leave to raid the tunnels.” These were the last words Queen Jenara said to Marina before she vanished from the hall, leaving her standing there with six goblets and eleven hours worth of wee besieging her womanhood. After Jenara left, Gaston cursed loudly and stormed out, followed quickly by Baeden, who could do nothing to help Marina in the presence of the Knights. And so she stood here shaking and crying, watched by the forty men that lined the walls of the great hall. “Girl, are you alright?” one of the Knights called out. Marina breathed in shallowly, fearing that even the motion of her lungs would be enough to make her explode under her tunic. “I'm just terrified,” she lied. “We've never been under attack like this during my life.” “There is nothing to fear,” he spoke up. “Our General alone could destroy their army with his bare hands.” Marina nodded tearfully, holding her breath again as she felt her hold slip, a new drop of wee dampening her labia. She shivered again, her whole body tensing up. The Knight wouldn't stop staring at her, his head tilted inquisitively. Marina wished he would look away. It wouldn't matter anyway. When she lost control, and that would be happening very soon, everyone in the hall would hear her powerful stream splattering across the marble floor. Just as Marina felt another spurt shoot out and soak into the bit of the long tunic she had held between her legs, the talkative guard stepped forwards out of the line. “I need a piss,” he said. “Gods know how long anyone will take to get back here, and I don't particularly feel like rusting out my armor.” He began walking towards the door, then pointed to Marina. “You, accompany me to the privy. I would have you aid the removal of my armor.” Marina recoiled, concerned what this man might have in store for her. It was unheard of for a female servant to help a Knight in such a way. But if I can slip away, just for a moment, I might be able to have a little relief. And if he tries anything, my magic gives me advantage. “As you wish,” Marina answered softly. “Justin, are you fucking kidding me?” another Knight called out. “You know we are not to leave our posts.” “Listen,” Justin said angrily, “I'm going to piss. I can either do it in the privy, or you can try to stop me and I'll piss on you. Make the choice.” The other Knight glared, but then stepped back into his slot in the row, absent continued argument. Justin motioned for Marina to follow him, then strode quickly from the great hall. Marina took one step before another spurt filled the front of her tunic. She felt her wee sliding down her thighs. With all the strength she had left in her small, trembling, desperate body, she fell into a limping jog and followed Justin out of sight of the other Knights. They were in the hall that led to the kitchens, and the privy was halfway down, a distance of maybe thirty meters. As close as it was, Marina knew she would never make it. Her thighs were soaked, and it was reaching her ankles as she walked. I can't wait anymore. I'm going to wet myself right here, and Justin will hear me, and he'll have his way with me while I'm too exhausted to do anything. It's going to happen any second. “You can make it, Marina,” Justin said suddenly. “I know you're strong enough. Us servants are desperate most of the day, you can hold on through one hallway.” What in the... Marina looked over the Knight in front of her. As she watched, the armor began shimmering as though it were made of smoke, then dissipated into nothingness. The shape of a man faded, replaced by Queen Jenara wearing a flowing blue dress. Marina froze in place, too shocked to even notice the small leaks hitting the floor beneath her. “My, my Queen, I, how did-” “I am not the Queen,” the woman said. “I am a friend. My name is Sabina. Or you may know me as...” The shimmering started again, her hair turned brown, her body grew smaller, and her formal dress was replaced by a servant's dress. “Naida. I act as both the Queen's body double and spy, as well as her handmaiden. It is a long story, one that I fear your bladder will not wait through. I will explain later, come now. Servants need to stick together, and I would not see you wet yourself in front of all those men.” Sabina started walking again, with Marina close behind. Marina was on the very edge of a complete physical meltdown. The door to the privy was in sight, but with the pressure burning like a star inside of her, it appeared as miles. Step by step she slowly approached the door, each movement sending a pulse out from her belly down her legs, through her privates, up through her chest and shoulders. Her control was teetering on the edge of an abyss, and even with the privy so close, so close, she felt as hopeless as she ever had. She contemplated just letting go here in the hallway. Naida had seen her wee before, she had seen Naida do it, all servants had no privacy from each other. But if another Knight comes down the hall, there will be no possible way to hide it. My magic might be able to dry a little, but I've got a lake inside me. I'd need the power of the Skyborn Primordial to dry this much wee. Three meters from the door. It was right here, relief was just seconds away. Five steps later, another massive pulse assaulted Marina as she turned half into the door. She suddenly felt her body give way as a huge and final wave of pressure overtook her and her weakened muscles could barely control her flow. Wee started to sneak out past her clenched lips, and she felt small spurt after small spurt spray onto the floor. Upon witnessing Marina's loss of control, Sabina grabbed Marina's shoulder and pulled her hard into the privy just as she exploded completely. Marina screamed in relief as her wee flowed freely from her defeated body, splashing over the stone floor and spraying against walls as Sabina dragged her through the small room, pulled up her tunic, and shoved her over the smooth wooden seat. The sound of her stream hitting water echoed loudly around them, almost louder than her orgasmic moans and gasps. As soon as Marina was in place, Sabina shoved her right hand between her own legs and groaned in discomfort. “I wasn't completely lying back there you know, I'm desperate as well. I'm not wetting myself yet but we don't have much time here or someone may come looking for us. Open your legs.” Marina might have argued if there was anything left in her brain besides relief. She spread her legs and felt the warmth of skin as Sabina straddled her. Sabina's stream quickly joined Marina's own, and she couldn't help but giggle at the situation. “You probably thought I was going to do something horrible to you,” Sabina laughed. “Sorry for the scare, but I can't let them know who I am. The Queen likes having someone within the Knights who can fill her in on their activities whenever she desires.” “Who are you though, really?” Marina breathed. She quivered as she felt Sabina's stream brush against her very most sensitive spot. “Watch your aim, you're getting it on me,” she complained. Sabina shifted back slightly, leaning forwards so her stream went straight down. “Sorry again. Anyway, I used to be a thief when I was a kid. My shapeshifting magic was so useful for such an occupation, I'm sure you can imagine. However, I was eventually caught by Lunambra guards. While the Queen was reading my crimes to the people before having your enchanter lock my magic, I saw fit to mess with her by taking her form. They still locked my magic, but they didn't anticipate that I would be stuck looking like her.” Sabina finished her wee and stood, patting at her dripping lips with the bottom of her dress. “Bloody hell, how much have you got in there?” Marina's stream was still blasting out of her like a waterfall with no end in sight. “No clue. I've never had to go this badly in my entire life. I've wet myself before but I've never had such incentive to hold for so long.” “It's incredible,” Sabina said softly, staring shamelessly at the stream between Marina's legs. Marina blushed a bright red. “Quit looking at me like that, you're not behaving much better than I feared the Knight would.” Sabina put on a face of regret and turned away. “I apologize. I've just never seen anything like it. Anyway, I was stuck looking like the Queen, and a lot of people wanted me executed for it. However, Jenara saw a potential use for me. She hired me as her body double and trained me in case she fell ill or was otherwise unable to perform her duties. Over time, as I gained her trust, she unlocked my magic so I may serve as either a simple servant or a spy. And here I am.” “Well, I thank you for getting me out of there before I lost it in front of everyone,” Marina mumbled. “I think I'm almost done...” Despite this claim, she kept going for another half a minute before the stream even slowed. She felt like there was a great void in her belly, and she pressed down on it, feeling it soft for the first time since she woke up. “That was the greatest thing I've ever felt,” she moaned. “Glad you liked it,” Sabina said with a smile. “I'm sorry for speaking so plainly, but that was very impressive, and you are very beautiful.” Marina blushed again. I wonder if she takes pleasure from this the same way me and Baeden do. Marina's mind formed the intrusive image of the two of them, both completely desperate, being handled by Baeden at the same time. She shivered and violently pushed the thought out of her head, then she stood up, sighing as she felt the front of her tunic. “Give me a moment...” Marina held out her hand and focused her magic, grinning as a small vortex of warm air formed over it. She held it over the tunic and moved over the wet spots, watching them slowly fade. Once she was dry, she increased the power of the spell to dry up the leaks that marked the floors and walls of the privy. Once she was satisfied in her cover-up, Sabina returned to the form of Justin the Knight and they both jogged back towards the great hall. As they approached, they could hear loud shouts echoing through the hall. Picking up speed, they burst through the door into the large chamber and stumbled as Knights ran back and forth in front of them, pointing through the large windows and screaming incoherent orders at each other. Glancing around, she saw that both Baeden and Gaston were back, staring into the sky with their jaws slack. Marina looked up through the windows and immediately knew why everyone was behaving as they were. Darkening the sky over the forests of Lunambra, a dragon the length of a river twisted through the air, breathing massive streams of fire towards the ground below it. Somehow, the dragon was not the strangest part of the sight in front of her. The strangest part was that the ground seemed to be throwing fire back. ******************** Part Seven - Sky ********************7 “IS MY MOTHER FIGHTING THAT THING?” Baeden shouted over the surrounding din. Gaston stood by the door, still looking stunned at the sight of it. “It's impossible,” he mumbled. Even though he spoke gently, his voice still carried above all others. “Dragons have been extinct for five hundred years.” “It can't be real,” Baeden responded. “It has to be some form of magic, summoning or transformation...” “Either way, we must bring it down,” Gaston growled. “To the horses.” He stormed out of the hall, Baeden sprinting behind him. Without a second thought, Marina took off after them despite loud protests from Sabina. She surrounded her feet in highly pressurized air, gliding along to keep up with the men. Baeden caught sight of her over his shoulder and stumbled to a stop. “Marina, no. You have no place in battle, your magic is not strong enough,” he whispered, trying to push her back towards the great hall. She ducked his hands, sliding around him and continuing towards the castle door. “She is my Queen too. This is my Kingdom. If I will ever have a place as its Princess once we are wed, I must fight for it as well. Don't underestimate me.” Baeden shouted in frustration and launched back into a sprint. Seconds later, Gaston crashed through the heavy iron gates, knocking them from their hinges and sending them spiraling dozens of meters in either direction. It was another minute's run to the stables, and the two men quickly mounted large white steeds. Marina threw herself onto the back of Baeden's horse with a burst of air from her feet, and they were hurtling through the city gates and into the forest surrounding them. The roars of the dragon grew deafening as they galloped ever closer, and smoke and flame could be seen burning away the forest ahead of them. Massive streams of fire kept flowing into the sky, but the dragon swerved around them and continued assaulting the ground with its own breath. “We must get to the river,” Baeden called. “My magic is useless otherwise.” “I've got no idea what we will be able to do against it,” Gaston roared. “How can I reach something so high in the air?” “Trust me,” Baeden answered. “You will reach it. Just get to the river.” And so they rode, faster than ever before. The battle between the Queen and the dragon raged on for fifteen minutes before the sound of water could be heard in the distance. Marina kept her eyes on the Queen's flame, staring through the trees. And then she spotter her, standing in a charred clearing as fire burned all around her. Marina tumbled off the horse, landing softly on a bed of air. Baeden pulled his horse to a stop, turning to stare at her. “I'm going to the Queen,” Marina yelled. “Get to the river, help Gaston!” She took off into the forest, ignoring Baeden's pleas for her to stop. He cursed louder than the dragon roared, and she looked over her shoulder to see him turn and follow after the General. She moved as fast as she could, using her magic to leap over burning trees. She stumbled into the clearing where the Queen stood, both hands held over her head and a blinding torrent of fire roaring into the sky. Marina looked away from the fire and ran to the Queen, grabbing her arms and pulling them to her side. Jenara shouted in surprise and violently spun to face her. Jenara's face was coated in sweat and soot, her eyes unfocused and her arms shaking. “Marina,” she breathed. “Why-” “Baeden and Gaston are here. You can rest now, trust in your son. You must know that you cannot defeat a dragon with fire. Get somewhere safe and watch Baeden's power in action.” Jenara nodded shakily, breathing heavily as she grasped Marina's shoulders. Marina felt her entire body jerk violently, and then she was standing near the river, far away from any fire. Marina had never felt one of Jenara's shifts. It wasn't fun as a passenger, but she was glad to be away from the heat. “My Queen, how is there a dragon here? Was it summ-” “Transformation,” Jenara breathed. “Jarkan's General, it's exceptionally rare Eastern magic...” The Queen stumbled to the river's edge and fell to her knees, then collapsed into a seated position. “Leave me, Marina,” Jenara whispered. “I do not care where you go, but I must be alone right now.” “I do not think-” “LEAVE!” Marina winced and turned away from Jenara. “Fine then, I'll do what I can to help Baeden.” She doesn't want to be seen like this. It's alright, she should be safe here. Marina wrapped her feet in air again and skated off down the riverbank, and quickly left Jenara's sight. Looking up into the sky, the dragon was focused on a patch of trees about a kilometer away, breathing down a torrent of fire that seemed to be moving towards the river. That has to be them. Blasting jets of air from her hands to increase her speed, she made it about half way before her magic suddenly gave out. She hit the ground hard, rolling a distance before coming to a stop, breathing heavily and staring into the sky. What the hell? I know the limits of my magic, and I'm not there yet. She stumbled to her feet and tried to summon a ball of air in her fist, but nothing happened whatsoever. Fucking- Come on, what- “Marina.” She froze, raising her arms in a defensive stance. “Who's there? Show yourself.” “You know what I am.” The voice came from every possible direction, deep, powerful, burying itself in her very soul. “You have a great destiny, Marina. You will soon become part of the family that will save our kind, and your kind as well.” Marina shivered. In her logical mind, she had no idea what was happening. However, somewhere deep inside of her, a spark of magic began burning hot enough to force her to her knees. The power flowed from her chest and took over her mind, rushing through her limbs and melding with her very blood. Thoughts and images spiraled through her head, the Earth seen from above, the sky spanning beyond every horizon. It was all inside of her in this moment, and then the sensation faded and she was back on the ground, kneeling at the riverside. She looked up, past the dragon snaking through the air. “You are the Skyborn Primordial,” she whispered. Even as she said it, all confusion and disbelief left her mind. All she felt was power. “My brother has turned on our creation. Each of us used our own bodies to build your Earth. I am the Sky, my sister is the Oceans, one brother is the fire that warms your species, and the other is the Earth itself. He is the one who has betrayed us. He wishes to return to his true body and begin a war against us. Skyborn, Solborn, Oceanic – We three are able to roam freely among our domains, while the Terran is perpetually trapped under his own gravity. He seemed willing to make the sacrifice in the beginning, willing to give his freedom to bring new life into the universe. It took four billion of your years, but he now grows resentful. Hatred for our creation burns brightly in his soul. He will soon break free from the prison of his own body, and your world will end.” Marina tried to catch her breath. A war between the Primordials themselves, and she was now caught in the middle of it. “WHY US!?” she screamed into the sky. “What do I have to do with your war? What does Baeden? And how are we supposed to fight the Earth itself? Tell me! What would you have us do!?” “Your home, this...England, it is home to more magical energy than anywhere else on Terra. You, the water user, and the woman who you call your Queen, are all simply victims of circumstance. The only mages in your land who wield our elements. As for how you will stop my brother, it is not him that you must fight. He is powerless in his current form. He has given his magic to the one you call the King of Jarkan, manipulating him and twisting his mind. In order to gain the power needed to free himself, he intends to use that man to capture every magical human in the land, draining them of their mana and using all that power to split the Earth itself. His shell broken, he will be able to take form once again, bringing his wrath to us.” Another pulse of burning energy surged through Marina's body, and at the slightest thought, she was surrounded in air that spun far faster and roared far louder than any she had conjured before. “You must defeat this King. When a Primordial gives their magic to a mortal, time equal to nearly five hundred of your years must pass before it can be done again. With the King's death, Terra will be sealed throughout your life and the lives of countless generations after. At that time, we will find new heroes to do our work. Now, you must destroy the army that assaults your Kingdom, then bring the fight to their King.” “But if I fight Jarkan's men, will their leader not use their runestone to destroy our city? We must make ourselves safe before we-” “The runestone is a ploy, a trick to force your people to surrender without a fight. Whatever magic it contains cannot destroy anything. Their King needs the lives of your people to free Terra, he would not risk killing them all.” “What of the Queen, then?” Marina asked, still staring into the sky, desperate to get whatever information she could from such a being while she had the chance. “Why does she not gain the power of a Primordial yet?” “She has always possessed the power. Solborn is pure energy, he exists out of time, a completely different plain than the rest of us. He foresaw Terra's betrayal in his future. It was Jenara's mother that received his power, and it was passed down to her. This is why she wields two forms of magic. Due to her position, she has not trained her fire to its full potential. Solborn will reach out to her soon, before you converge on the tainted King. Now...it is time. You have fully absorbed my magic. Go, and see your family to a peaceful future.” As soon as he finished speaking, the swirling energy inside of her came to its peak. Looking a great distance down the river, she saw the two warriors on horseback come bolting out of the treeline, tumbling from their steeds just as another jet of fire roared over them. Marina let her hands fall to her sides, and she closed her eyes. Now or never. If I have truly gained the power I believe I have, I can finally be of use to Baeden, to our entire Kingdom. She focused her mind, and with incredible speed she felt magic encase her body, air flowing around her in every direction with pressure she thought forever beyond her reach. She opened her eyes, set her sights on the great dragon above, and left the ground far behind as she became the first mortal to become one with the sky. *************************************** Part Eight – Sword of the Skyborn ***************************************8 Gaston and Baeden rolled off their horses upon reaching the river, barely dodging another stream of flame. Their horses bolted into the forest as they ran further down the river's edge, before skidding to a halt once they were clear of the heat. “How are we supposed to reach it?!” Gaston shouted over the dragon's roars. “I could bring it to ground with one punch, but not if I cannot fucking reach it!” Baeden looked up at it, its head alone the size of Lunambra's castle, its body far longer than the entire city was wide. “General, I know your strength firsthand, but I doubt that even you could bring down such a beast with ease.” Gaston growled. “Be that true or otherwise, I would be happy to find out. You've always been smarter than me, so figure out how we're going to fight it.” “There is only one way,” Baeden said. “Step into the river. I shall raise you into the sky on a pillar of ice. Once at equal height, I will navigate you close so that you may make contact.” Gaston looked sideways at him. “Ice? You have developed such a skill? Even if that is so, you could never create a pillar of that size, it's-” “Would you stop doubting my strength and do as I command, General?!” Baeden roared. “My power is far greater than you can imagine, and I will tell you why once you witness it for yourself. Now get in the river and brace your fucking legs.” Gaston nodded begrudgingly and stomped into the river, never taking his eyes off the Prince. “Do what you will, then,” he challenged. Baeden held out his hands and exhaled, channeling all his magic into the fast-flowing water. Gaston looked down in bewilderment as the entire river came to a complete stop, and he felt the water around his legs growing cold. Within seconds, a circle of ice surrounded him, and he felt himself rising into the air. “Baeden, this is- GET DOWN, NOW!” Baeden dropped his hands and dove sideways, avoiding three crossbow bolts by centimeters. Rolling to his feet, he looked to the other side of the river. Jarkan's entire invasion force was converging on them, horses and infantry trudging into the river. The ice surrounding Gaston shattered and he jumped back onto land, standing next to the Prince. “We must deal with these Jarkan cunts before we can do anything against the dragon,” Baeden whispered. “Stand behind me.” Gaston did as asked, and Baeden threw his hands into the air, a vast wall of ice forming quickly in front of him. He could hear bolts slamming into the other side of it, and he pushed forwards, sending the wall crashing into their forces, clearing out dozens of men. Gaston crouched down and leaped clear across the river, landing in a roll and rising directly into an uppercut that sent a soldier into a tree with such force that it cracked in two, then grabbed another man by his wrists, wielding him as a club against his allies. Baeden was rapidly hurling spikes of ice, targeting the archers and letting Gaston handle the sword and spearmen. “Fire!” Gaston shouted, and Baeden looked up to the dragon. Gaston had noticed it too late, the massive ball of flame was already upon them. Jarkan's soldiers screamed in fear and scrambled, trying fruitlessly to escape the range of the dragon's attack. With the impending impact just seconds away, Baeden's adrenaline exploded within him. He raised his hand and fell into a kneel, slamming his fist into the water at the river's edge. Gaston's mouth fell open in absolute, unmatched disbelief as all that was visible of the river vaporized in a single instant, forming a cloud of water that surrounded the two of them, as well as Jarkan's men. The fireball sunk into the mist, hissing and sizzling as the two opposite forms of magic clashed. The heat pounded down on Baeden's body as the elements dissipated, forming a burning rain that singed his skin. Gaston was breathing heavily, staring into the nearly empty river that was only just starting to refill. He looked to Baeden and scoffed, the only reaction his mind could manage when met with such a feat. Baeden ignored him, getting up from his kneel and staring out at Jarkan's panicked men. “IS THIS WHO YOU WANT TO SERVE?” he roared, tearing off his helmet and throwing it at his feet. “I know that is your General up there, no other man could possess such power. Yet he attacks blindly, absent thought of his own men! The soldiers that should stand as brothers to him!” Baeden drew his sword, more ceremonial than functional for a mage, and thrust it into the ground. “Why do you fight us, while your leader cares not for your own lives? Why do you give your loyalty to such a man? You see my power, you will not win this day. Lay down your arms and live to see your families once again!” One of the men who was laying in the riverbed struggled to his feet. “We...cannot,” he groaned. “Our King...he has gone mad with power. He practically holds our families hostage, he will kill them if we do not take your city.” He bent over and retook his sword, barely managing to stand straight again. “There is no surrender for us.” “If you speak the truth,” Baeden started, “then you should join us, take up sword against him. There is no hope for your victory today, you must understand this. Sheath your blade right now, and you will not be executed, you will not be taken prisoner. Your forces have taken none of our lives, nobody will seek revenge on simple soldiers.” The man gripped his sword tighter. “Our General could take your city by himself,” he breathed. “We do not want to fight you, we still wish to honor the treaties set by your father years ago. Yet our King leaves us absent choice. To protect our own citizens, we must take Lunambra or we must die. Now fight us or-” The man was interrupted by an earth-shattering boom from above that shook the ground beneath them. He stumbled and looked around in confusion, his sword raised. “What in the fuck is that?” another Jarkan soldier shouted suddenly. All eyes turned to him, pointing up towards the dragon. Baeden looked up, staring around the twisting monstrosity, trying to focus on the spot the man was pointing at. Seconds later, he saw it. A human form, soaring through the skies towards the dragon, a blur of red hair and pale skin, clad in Baeden's own maroon tunic. Baeden's mouth opened and closed silently as he stared up at her. Finally, he found his breath. “Marina.” ********* She had wished to fly throughout her entire young life. As she grew, she always dreamed of flying free of the Kingdom she was forced to serve. Upon growing to love Baeden, the dreams of leaving faded, yet her desire to join the skies had burned strong to this very day. As she looked down at the tiny trees rushing past her, happiness unlike any she had ever imagined flooded her body. Up here, this minute, this second, she knew that her power was absolutely limitless. She focused her magic to the centers of her feet, hurling herself through the sky at speeds rivaling Queen Jenara herself. As she reached her fastest, she heard a massive boom that she knew would have deafened her if not for the protective layer of compressed air that surrounded her body. The sound of a hundred cannons firing as one, caused by her own body as she flew. The dragon turned at the sound, facing her and releasing an immense roar. Despite facing the beast that could crush a city beneath its feet, she felt no fear. It opened its mouth wide again, and rather than a roar, a blast of fire burned into her irises as she charged. The flame caused nothing but a comfortable warmth as she burst through it, coming out the other side less than three hundred meters from the dragon's maw. Despite having never wielded magic coming anywhere near this, she felt total control, an absolute connection to her own domain that surrounded her. She turned sidways, holding her hands out to each side as though they were wings. Despite the invisible nature of her magic, she could feel exactly what she was manipulating, and her mind put image to the air that she pulled from the infinite sky. The air surrounded each hand, shooting out in either direction and compressing tighter and tighter. The air pressure was so great that it began to sing as it sliced the sky, a roaring cacophony of pure elemental force. She straightened up, bringing both hands together and combining the two colossal blades of air into one. The dragon's mouth filled her entire field of vision at this point. One hundred meters away. Fifty. Twenty. ********* Baeden dropped to his knees as the dragon was instantly and completely split asunder, blood flowing into the air from either side of its corpse. The two halves spiraled towards the forest below, twisting lifelessly as they fell. She has the power of a Primordial, he knew it right there and then. When...why... He shook himself from his astonishment, growing concerned that the dragon would destroy the Kingdom with quakes caused by its impact to the Earth. His worry was soon soothed, however, as the dragon's body began to disintegrate into a glowing mist. Its pieces grew smaller and smaller, and he almost lost sight of them completely before they took the form of two halves of a man. They harmlessly fell into the trees kilometers apart, never to be found again. Everyone around him was absolutely silent. Jarkan's men stood in crippling awe, their sword hands limp at their sides. It was Gaston who finally spoke. “I never thought I would end up the weakest of us,” he whispered. “I never held any care for that girl, I never knew she wielded any power at all. And you, Baeden, how long has it been since you surpassed me so?” The Prince got to his feet and forced himself to stand tall. He spoke loudly, directed at Gaston yet with desire for all of Jarkan's men to hear as well. “You may not wish to believe me, but each of us has been gifted limitless power by the Primordials themselves. The Oceanic Primordial visited me when I went to Great Oak, and while I am not sure when the Skyborn granted Marina her power, it is clear that he has. They obviously have plans for our Kingdom to gift us so, though for reasons I do not yet understand.” He turned from Gaston to directly address Jarkan's shaken soldiers once more. “Do you see now? You have witnessed such a thing with your own eyes. Do you still doubt our ability to save your Kingdom? To defeat your King?” The man who had spoken earlier was the first to drop his sword. He fell to one knee and bowed in fealty to Baeden. “You speak the truth,” he said. “There is no other explanation for such a display of power. If the Primordials ally themselves with you, we shall as well. Please, my Prince, free our families.” The other soldiers dropped their weapons and followed his lead. Baeden answered with a simple nod. He stepped next to Gaston, placing a hand on the taller man's shoulder. “There is no doubt that our Knights are on their way here. Lead Jarkan's men to meet them, and go back to the castle. Give them food and shelter, and treat them as you would our own soldiers. I will find my mother.” “Aye,” Gaston grunted. He motioned for the surrendered soldiers to follow and stomped off into the trees as Baeden took off down the river. ************************************* Part Nine – The Solborn Queen *************************************9 Jenara sat at the river's edge, staring blindly into the water. In the back of her mind she heard his voice, but it barely seemed real to her until Baeden placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with unfocused eyes as he spoke words she couldn't bother hearing. He was soon joined by Marina, who seemed to appear from nowhere. Baeden grasped Jenara's arm and helped the Queen to her feet. “Are you alright?” she managed to hear. She just stared in response. “She's just completely exhausted after her battle,” Marina said. “And understandably so. We must get her back to the castle so she may rest properly.” But she was not exhausted from battle. Her fight with the dragon was nothing. What caused her condition was the fact that it felt as though her entire body was filled with piss, an entire two day's worth of wine and water that had all moved through her and now sat in her bladder, absolutely demanding release. The reason why she did not simply let herself flow into the river was beyond her. She had plenty of opportunity after Marina left her. And yet for some incomprehensible, foolish reason, she held it all inside of her until her son arrived, and it was too late. Was it dignity? She had already been seen half-naked by Jarkan's general. Yet her body would not allow her to find the relief that she begged for beyond anything else, not now that she had come so far. The heat of the dragonfire had dried the wet spots on her skirt, and she had not leaked any more once she was out of combat. Her belly had not bulged so far when she was pregnant with Baeden, and she prayed that neither him nor Marina would notice. They'll notice either way when I inevitably empty myself at their feet, her mind taunted. She was thankful that Baeden ceased speaking. If she let her focus wander to even something as simple as forming words, she would lose all control. Baeden started leading her into the forest, and she walked behind him, absent all awareness of her surroundings. She let her son drag her as her privates quivered and her belly throbbed, every step sending quakes of pain and pressure all throughout her body. At our pace, it will take hours to reach the castle. I'll never make it. I cannot do this in front of my son. Anywhere else, anyone else... With every last bit of strength Jenara had left, she suddenly lunged forwards and broke from Baeden's grip. She took two steps before she vanished in a shift, leaving her son and Marina behind. It was the most painful shift she had ever performed, ever since her first time as a little girl. She felt her magic breaking and fizzling as she moved, warping in and out of her speed as she approached the city. Once she was through the gates, it became slightly easier as muscle memory carried her into the castle. My room. My chamberpot. Privacy, relief, it all took over her mind as she stepped into the now-empty great hall. She paid a price for the distracting thoughts, as the shift broke completely and she stumbled into a normal pace. Out of the great hall, into the entrance hall. She gripped the railing of the stairs that would carry her to her chamber, and heaved herself up one at a time. She had no clue how she was still moving, the her body trying to lock up every muscle in a last desperate attempt to keep her dry. She was so full that she felt it almost in her chest, and the radiating pulses reached all the way to her fingertips and toes. She looked around to make sure she was truly alone, then tore off what was left of her damaged corset, burning it away into dust. To her lament, the removal of the garment did absolutely nothing to ease the pressure. Now dressed in only her skirt, she looked down and moaned as she saw the great bulge that contained all of her wee. She placed her left hand gently upon it, and even this slight touch sent a shock through her body that made her nearly fall. She just needed relief, so very, very badly. The agony was overwhelming. She couldn't believe how much pain something as simple as a full bladder could cause. She looked around, desperate, unable to continue, her bladder thrashing, screaming, protesting as it reached its very limit. She forced herself to take just one more step, then another, and just one more. Jenara would never understand how she had been able to hold it in so long, but she knew there were only seconds left before she'd be exploding into her skirt if she did not reach her chamber now. Somehow she reached the top of the stairs, and she turned left towards her tower. She tried to breathe, tried to focus as the next agonizing wave of torture started to build. She screamed out loud as her bladder pulsated madly within her. She needed wee so badly, so urgently. Trembling, she felt the pressure surge. Five steps later, she came to a halt as the strongest pulse she had ever felt crashed against her reddened lips. There was nothing more she could do. I got so close...just a few more- “My Queen? We heard a scream...” Jenara's heart practically stopped. She turned, eyes wide. Hazel and Sabina (who was in the form of Naida) stood together behind her, looking on with concern. Jenara stood there, her breasts out in the open, her skirt torn and dirty, her face sweat-soaked and her hair matted. The surprise and humiliation was too much for her. Without a chance to say one word in her defense, she began leaking uncontrollably, her wee falling out from under her skirt and soaking into the deep red carpet below. The two serving girls opened their mouths in surprise, stepping back as Jenara lost every semblance of control. The Queen leaned against the wall and slid into a sitting position as she gave up completely. An ocean flowed out from under her, soaking into the carpet and spreading out in every direction. She exhaled properly for the first time in what felt like a week, letting the breath transition into a moan of pure pleasure and relief. She was completely defeated, humiliated in front of her servants, everything she thought of herself as a Queen flowing out of her sopping wet womanhood, but she had not a care in the world for any of it at this moment. Her skirt fell into her wee and soaked through instantly, damping the stream so it flowed around her rear, causing a great puddle beneath her. It just went on and on, a seemingly endless stream of hot wee that nearly reached Hazel and Sabina standing two meters away. Despite the absorption of the carpet, the puddle reached the ledge of the second floor of the entrance hall and fell to the marble below. She could hear it splattering against stone even at this distance, and she knew there was absolutely no hiding such an accident. Even if she banished Sabina and Hazel from Lunambra, people would come into the hall at some point and see the mess coming from Jenara's wing of the castle. I'm going to have to run. Just shift to some other country and make a living as a lamplighter. Baeden will make an amazing King. He has not needed me for some time. It was a full two minutes until her waterfall fell silent. The drip, drip, drip could still be heard falling to the floor below, and her two servants still stood by, watching her closely. She wished they would look away, but it was no matter at this point. Her body and mind exhausted, she forced herself to her feet and turned towards the two young girls. “So, what is going to happen now?” Jenara asked them quietly. “You going to run and tell everyone what I have done here? Humiliate me fully as vengeance for how poorly I have treated each of you in the past?” The two of them looked between Jenara and her colossal puddle. It was Sabina who moved first. She slowly stepped into Jenara's lake, pushing past her to lean against the wall. She sunk into a sit in the middle of the wee, then looked up at the Queen. “I was so scared,” Sabina said with a small grin. “The dragon was so fearsome, I was so terrified, I lost control of my waters. Please, forgive me.” Jenara sighed and smiled genuinely for the first time that day. “You sweet girl,” Jenara breathed. “However, nobody will believe that a tiny one like yourself produced this much piss. I fear there is no possible way out for me with this.” “I couldn't hold it either,” Hazel said suddenly. She jogged up next to Sabina and sat down as well. “We were running for shelter, and when Naida started wetting herself, I lost control as well. We drank so much water last night, and with all the panic, we never got a chance to use our chamberpot this morning.” At this very moment, Jenara loved these girls like they were her own daughters. “You would take the blame for this, after how I have abused you over the years?” “We are not slaves,” Hazel said. “We both wield magic that could easily support lives outside this castle. We choose to stay here because we care for our city, and our Queen.” “I will never forget this,” Jenara whispered. “You two will see vast rewards.” “Please, my Queen,” Sabina said. “Just see yourself to your chamber to wash. After we are found, we will come to see you to proper dress for supper this night. Servants wee themselves all the time, it is rare for us to stay dry throughout a full day of duty. Not much will be thought of it.” Jenara nodded, her eyes full of gratitude. She limped away, turning the corner into her tower. The water from yesterday's bath still sat in her chamber, and she placed her hands in it, focusing her fire magic until it was nearly at a boil. She tore off her skirt and sunk into it, leaning back as far as she could without drowning herself. Now that she had relief, now that her mind was clear, she felt something burning within her. She had not used her fire magic in years. She knew she possessed it, but short of fooling around as a child, it had always remained hidden. After today, after she relaxed, she could feel its influence growing rapidly inside of her. The water surrounding her began to truly boil, yet she felt no pain. The magic overtook her, and as she closed her eyes, she could see a vision of the sun above, filling her senses with warmth and light. “Jenara...you finally awaken. I have been waiting to meet you for a very long time.” *********** Epilogue *********** Baeden and Marina stepped into the castle, the gates still missing from their hinges. A couple dozen Knights and other nobles stood around the entrance hall, staring at something in the corner. “I must find the General and address Jarkan's men,” Baeden whispered. “See to my mother.” Marina nodded as he walked off, and she approached the crowd. “My Lord, what is going on here?” she asked one of the nobles in the back. He turned to her, his face disdainful. “Two serving girls pissed themselves in fear of the dragon, right here in the hall. How unsightly...half the floor is soaked in it.” Marina furrowed her brows and moved up the stairs, finding Naida and Hazel sitting in an absolutely massive puddle of wee, their faces unreadable. Naida – Er, Sabina, just relieved herself a little while ago, and Hazel not much earlier...they couldn't possibly have... The truth hit Marina like a ton of bricks. It was Jenara...that's why she was acting so strangely...there's so much, she must have been so desperate... Marina stepped into the puddle and helped the girls to their feet. “I know what happened,” she whispered. “Your loyalty is admirable. The Queen is still just a person, she must have been absent relief for over a day...” “Longer, I think,” Sabina breathed. “I have not had to empty her chamberpot since the evening before yesterday. And I thought you were impressive earlier...” Hazel looked between them, a humorous grin growing on her face. “What have I missed between you two?” she giggled. “Another time,” Marina sighed. “Come now, we must all clean up and see to our Queen. War is coming, and we have many long days ahead of us.” *************** Hello, Readers. Thank you so much for continuing to support the Lunambra universe, and I sincerely hope you enjoyed this whole new world. As with the originals, this is going to be a trilogy as well. Stay tuned for Books Two and Three, as they will continue to bring storytelling and intensity that is unseen in any other example of Omorashi fiction. -B.L.
  3. ****************** Part One – Great Oak ****************** “Here we are, Marina. Welcome to Great Oak. Welcome...to the ocean." Baeden waved his hand across the air, gesturing at the colossal body of water that spanned out ahead of them, shining and endless. Numerous people swam and splashed along the shore, the size of ants to them from their vantage point. They stood on a hill overlooking the small village, taking in the salty air and the fresh scent of the ocean. Marina was in tears from the pure beauty of it, her hands folded over her chest. "It's real," she whispered. "I've never imagined...I never could have. How can something like that exist in our world?" "It doesn't exist in our world, we exist in its world. The ocean is the most powerful force there is. All life on Earth exists because of that great span of blue out there. And if we cross it, if we go far enough, we end up in France. Marina grasped Baeden's hand and squeezed it tightly. "I trust you, my Prince. If you say there's a new home for us out there, it must be the truth." She winced as she felt her stomach growl loudly. "Oh, I'm so hungry." "Ha, me too," Baeden agreed. "We'll have a fantastic meal in the tavern. It'll be the first time we eat together outside of my chambers, won't it? They're probably preparing lunch as we speak. Do you need to wee before we enter the town?" "Only a little," Marina said. "I don't want to though. The next time I do it, I want it to be in that ocean. I can only imagine how good it would feel to let go underwater. I know we have to eat first, but no matter how badly I need to go, I'll hold it in until I'm in the ocean." "That sounds wonderful," Baeden said. "Wait though, it might not work out," Marina said sadly. "Gaston is still following us. We have to cross the water as soon as we can, before he catches up. We shouldn't even eat until we're on a ship, and we can't waste time playing in the water. I might have to do this when we're already in France... "No." Marina looked up, furrowing her brow as Baeden suddenly grew serious. "I've been thinking about it, and France is no escape. It will delay him throughout the coming autumn and winter, but he will use the time to prepare armies. He is insane enough to lead an invasion of France to get me back. At that point, it will be to take me prisoner as a traitor, not to return me to my place as Prince." "So where are we going to go?" Marina asked worriedly. She compulsively looked over her shoulder. The road was empty for as far as she could see. "Nowhere," Baeden said. "No matter where we go, he will never stop hunting me. I will stand and fight. I have no choice but to end his life. Without him, my mother would never risk war with France, not even for me." "Baeden, no" Marina whispered. "I know you are afraid of him, even if you would never admit it. There must be reason for that. You know you can not fight him as an equal." Baeden stayed silent, gazing out over the water. A minute later, he took Marina's hand. "Let us enter the town. We must purchase clothing, first thing. The robe hides it, but the back of your dress is stained yellow. At least my pants hide it..." She nudged him, but smiled slightly as she followed him towards the gates of Great Oak. *There's no use in arguing with him. If he's decided to fight, he will fight. I have to trust him like I always do.* They made their way down the hill and finally stepped through the town gates, and she stared around in wonder at the unique architechture and the eccentric shops. A blacksmith that sold all sorts of strange swords and bludgeons, curved and hooked and spiked. Spice merchants selling a rainbow of powders and leaves, and clothiers with gowns, dresses, and shirts unlike any she had ever seen. "This is a port town," Baeden said. "Goods come in from countries around the world, and they are all sold and traded here. There's goods from France, Scandenavia, Germany, even some from very far-off lands like Africa and Asia. As I told you, we live in a massive world." An hour later, and the two of them stumbled into the inn, their arms full of their purchases. Baeden managed to slam two copper coins on the counter, and they followed the innkeeper down the stairs and into their small room. "I'm bloody starving," Baeden complained. "Lets get changed and get back up there." Had they been any less hungry, their mutual nudity may have led to something fun, but they had no time for it. They simply looked away from each other as they separated their purchases, picking out what to wear. Minutes later, they looked each other over, both smiling stupidly. Marina looked vivacious in her long, dark red half-dress. In Lunambra, a garment this revealing would have a woman arrested. Here in Great Oak, nobody seemed to care much for their shame. In the streets, many men wore nothing but small cloths over their privates as they went about their business, and women walked around in underskirts alone with leather braziers as tops. She had even seen two young girls with their breasts out and their skirts pulled up where they just barely covered their womanly parts, laying on a patch of grass under the bright sun. When she questioned Baeden about their lack of modesty, all he gave her as explanation was "French," along with a shrug. She smiled at the thought that the coastal towns of France might be the same. She really liked it. She liked it so much that she had chosen to forgo her underdress completely, so that at just the right angle, you could see the red hair between her legs glistening in the candlelight. Despite this freedom, Baeden was fully dressed, and Marina could only compare his appearance to depictions of the Archangle Michael. Starting from the bottom, he stood in armored steel boots that were perfectly fitted to his feet and ankles. Above that, he wore leather greaves with shining steel plates attached to his shins and thighs. A white and gold quilted doublet was his shirt, and on the outside of that, a paled leather scale cuirass that covered his whole torso. Deeply curved pauldrons sat on his shoulders, and more leather scales ran down both of his arms and folded into steel gauntlets. To top off the look, a four foot long straight sword unlike any Marina had seen was strapped across his back. The blade was narrow but long, with a groove running its whole length and meeting at a deadly-looking point. The handguard was ornate, with shining lines carved into the steel. The protrusions expanded six inches on either side of the hilt, ending in flat edges that caught even the dim light of the inn room. Two steel bars were attatched from the handguard to the blade itself, though Marina's limited knowledge of swords told her that it was likely stylistic rather than actual support for the blade. The hilt was thin at both the handguard and pommel connections, but widened in the center to give a reliable grip. The pommel itself was silver and bulbus, but looked proper on the entirely unusual weapon. "Spada da Due Mani," Baeden said. "It's an Italian weapon, one I've admired for most of my life. I was never allowed to purchase one in Lunambra, as Gaston thought wielding a weapon of another country a shameful act. It was a great cause of argument between us over the years, and it seems entirely fitting that it be the last thing he ever sees." "There's no talking you out of this, is there?" Marina asked, looking down at her feet. "There isn't," Baeden answered truthfully. "Gaston is a detriment to Lunambra, but my mother will never be able to get rid of him. This is my final duty to my Kingdom." He silently made his way out of the room and up the stairs. The tavern's main room was large and lively, and heads turned as the well-equipped man ascended the steps. They quickly lost interest, returning to their own food and drink. Baeden and Marina took a seat in the corner, and Baeden ordered a baked chicken and two tankards of ale. Their order thankfully came sooner than they expected, and they ate and drank into the afternoon. The chicken was spicy, spicier than anything either of them had ever eaten, so they had to continue drinking to keep comfortable. Baeden, preparing for the coming fight, only had the one tankard of ale, and water only after that. Marina downed two tankards, followed by three goblets of water. Nearly everyone in the town was crammed into the tavern now, singing and drinking and otherwise making merry. Baeden was considering ordering them a pair of baked potatoes when the roar was heard, piercing even the din of the tavern. "PRINCE BAEDEN OF LUNAMBRA, CEASE YOUR COWARDACE! BY ORDER OF QUEEN JENARA, I AM HERE TO DRAG YOU HOME, EITHER WITHOUT YOUR HONOR OR WITHOUT YOUR LIFE!” **************** Part Two – Duel **************** “Who is that?” whispered a patron of the tavern. “Prince Baeden? Here?” “Of course not,” drawled the barmaid. “We've gotten no warning, no time to prepare.” “His words are true,” Baeden spoke up from his place in the corner. Everyone turned to him as he stood up, straightening to his full height. “I am Prince Baeden, and the man you just heard shouting is General Gaston, commander of Lunambra's armies. He is here to bring me home, for I have abandoned my Kingdom. I have abandoned it, not for fear, not for wealth, but for this woman that you see next to me. She is a servant, I am a Prince, and we are in love. This town is a sanctuary for men and women who, under whatever circumstance, decided to leave their homes behind. I am no different from any of you. Now, there is one last thing I must do before I leave this land forever. I ask that everyone here remain indoors, for your own safety. Thank you for your hospitality.” Baeden shouldered his way through the crowd of onlookers, each of them staring at him with a blend of fascination and curiosity. Marina watched him fearfully as he stepped through the wooden door, clicking it shut behind him. The second he was outside, everyone in the tavern clambered over one another to get to the windows. Marina already had a perfect view from where she sat, and she frowned as the barmaid's large frame squeezed her against the window glass. She watched as Baeden made his way to Great Oak's center courtyard. The massive symbol of the town, the Great Oak itself, covered the sky over him. No matter how far she turned her head, Marina could see nothing besides Baeden standing there calmly. Minutes passed, and the murmurs of the crowd increased, when their hunter finally stepped into view. He wore the same armor he had the morning he saw her there on the balcony, though now it was stained from the road, the tabard frayed and the boots coated in mud. The two men stared each other down for a long time, and then Baeden spoke, though she could not hear his words. *** “I did not expect you alone,” Baeden said. “I assume my trick to split you up was a success.” “Unfortunately,” Gaston replied with a growl. “Your mother traveled north with them, you know. If something happens to her, it will be your responsibility.” “My mother is stronger than you think,” Baeden assured him. “She raised me, after all.” “I RAISED YOU!” Gaston screamed. “I handed you the first sword you ever touched, and I taught you how to wield it. I fitted your armor for ten years, I sharpened your blades, I made you into who you are today!” “No,” Baeden whispered. “You tried your hardest to turn me into you, but I would never use my strength to terrorize those weaker than me. I would never burn down villages for speaking against Lunambra, I would never behead people for stealing an ear of corn, I would never threaten a woman's life. You are a menace and a tyrant, and that is why I will stop you here and now, as my final duty to my Kingdom.” Baeden reached up, grasping the hilt of his new sword and tearing it from its strap. He took his stance, raising the blade above his head. Gaston was visibly enraged. His face had the focus of a proper warrior, but his fists were shaking and his posture was aggressive and powerful. “You attacked me from behind last time, like the coward that you are. You will not get the best of me again.” Gaston reached to his side, drawing his broadsword in one swift motion and taking his own stance. “You have spoken against everything I stand for. You speak against law, against hierarchy, against decency. I do not care if the Queen has me executed for it. I have decided to kill you with my own hands.” “As have I,” Baeden agreed. “Enough talk, let us end this as men.” Gaston began his advance, striding towards Baeden with his head held tall. As he approached, it became clear how much taller Gaston was than the Prince. His shadow loomed over Baeden, and it was obvious to Marina why he was so feared as he raised his sword in both hands and brought it crashing down towards Baeden. The Prince sidestepped the first strike, slashing around with his own longer blade. Gaston pivoted and knocked it aside with his left gauntlet, swinging his sword up slamming it against Baeden's cuirass. Baeden stumbled and caught himself just in time to duck a massive sweep, juking under the blade and ramming Gaston with his thick pauldrons. Gaston leaned forwards to absorb the blow, bringing his knee up to slam into Baeden's hip. Baeden yanked his leg back to lessen the impact, and leaned to his right before he threw his sword forwards in a powerful close-range thrust. Gaston somehow parried it with the end of his hilt, forcing the tip of the Spada to his left as he spun out of the grapple and regained proper footing. Baeden recovered quickly, slashing his weapon in a wide arc that forced Gaston to backstep away from it. The separation did not last long, as Baeden was the one to restart their bout with a series of thrusts from his longer weapon. Gaston parried each of them with ease, then slammed Baeden's sword away, jumping forwards and throwing a thunderous front kick. Baeden was caught by surprise, taking the blow to his armored stomach and toppling backwards. He rolled backwards to his feet just as the tip of Gaston's broadsword was thrust into the ground where his neck had been a second ago. Baeden threw his own kick now, aimed at Gaston's sword hand. The ground acted as a stopper, preventing him from withdrawing from the kick, and Gaston shouted as the blade was wrenched from his grip. Baeden offered no mercy, swinging his sword up towards the unarmored joint under Gaston's right arm. Displaying unbelievable agility for a man of his size, Gaston jumped to his left, minimizing the impact of Baeden's strike. He hit the ground rolling, tumbling through the dirt and stopping next to one of the large wooden benches that lined the trunk of the Great Oak. Getting to his feet quickly, Gaston grasped the bench and spun, hurling the piece of furniture directly at the advancing Prince. With no time to dodge properly, Baeden hit the dirt as Gaston charged him from behind the flying bench. Baeden kicked out, catching Gaston in the shin, and he rolled aside as the General crashed down beside him. If he was stunned from the fall, it didn't show as he folded up his legs and threw himself forwards, scrambling back to his broadsword that still stuck from the ground. Baeden was too slow standing, and Gaston had recovered his weapon as Baeden raised his arms for a downward strike. Marina's heart froze in her chest as Gaston slashed the broadsword horizontally, under Baeden's raised arms. The edge slammed into the side of Baeden's pale leather cuirass, cutting into the hardened material. Somehow the leather managed to fully blunt the attack, but the weapon was still heavy, and Baeden knew that at least one rib had broken. Any normal man would have fallen immediately, but Baeden simply screamed the pain away as he grasped the blade of Gaston's broadsword with his gauntlet, tearing it from his armor. Gaston tried to pull away, but Baeden held strong and threw another mighty kick. It landed perfectly, impacting Gaston's gut between the cuirass and groin plate of his greaves. Despite his muscles and great endurance, the General fell to his knees as Baeden released the broadsword and tightened his grip on the Spada. He raised it over his head and brought it down with no hesitation, right towards the center of Gaston's head. With the last of his focus, Gaston leaned to his left and the blade slammed against his steel gorget, sliding down the pauldron. Gaston roared his fury, getting one leg under him as he tried to force himself to his feet. Baeden struck at him again, trying to cut into the side of his neck with the base of his blade. Gaston reached up and grasped the pommel of the Spada with his left hand, under Baeden's own grip. They wrestled for control of the sword as Gaston tried to thrust his broadsword into Baeden's legs. His greaves were luckily full steel plate, and they protected him as he fought for his weapon. Gaston pulled hard, and Baeden felt his grip weaken, the crack in his side sending waves of pain across the whole right side of his body. Another mighty pull and the long blade was pulled from his grip. Gaston exhaled as he started to stand up, but Baeden lifted his left leg and stomped down on Gaston's thigh, forcing him back to his knees. Gaston's vision was still hazy as he saw Baeden reach out, grabbing the blade of the Spada in both of his hands. Placing his foot on Gaston's chest, he leaned back, wrenching his sword away from the General. He spun the weapon, grasping it by the tip of its blade and gripping it tightly in his steel gauntlets. Gaston knew what was coming, and he was too weak to prevent it. Baeden roared out in victory as he swung the inverted sword down into Gaston's shoulder, the heavy handguard piking through his gorget and embedding itself in the General's neck. Blood flowed from the armor immediately, and increased as Baeden withdrew the weapon. Gaston fell back, staring at the sky as Baeden brought the handguard crashing down again, puncturing the chest of his cuirass and sinking deep into his body and deep into his heart. **************** Part Three – Freedom **************** Jenara began to cry just as the gates of First Hearth came into view. The rather unoriginally-named village was the first fief of Jarkan, only fifteen miles past their border. It used to belong to Lunambra, but after Jarkan's land was returned to them, they reclaimed and hastily renamed the small town. I wonder of Kaitlen had anything to do with its naming, seeing as she was the one to reclaim it. The woman had slipped away from them soon after leaving the tower, retreating into the nearby woods. Nicolas had started after her, but Jenara had demanded he stay present under the guise of fear. And so she escaped to whatever life she was going to lead after giving up her plans against Lunambra. There were many reasons why Jenara could have been crying. The sight of the beautiful mountainscape that spanned the sky before her, the thought of finding familiar company, the emotional strain of killing a man for the first time in her life, or the fact that her plan was so close to long-awaited fruition. The cause was none of that, though. In reality, the one and only reason she was crying was because of the absolute typhoon that was contained inside her screaming, tormented bladder. As they rode on, she put everything together in her mind. She had consumed at least ten glasses of water and wine at the feast...Sixty-two hours ago. Not including the water she had been forced to drink during the trip, it was now one hour before noon three nights after she had done so, and her body was having none of it. She was truly terrified, she knew that the second she unstuck her womanhood from her leather saddle, she would instantly soak herself in front of an entire town. Her belly was so inflated that it lightly brushed the grip of the saddle, eight inches in front of her. Somehow the guards had not yet noticed this, too absorbed in their banter to pay her any attention unless she asked for it. As much as it mortified her to her very core, she was deeply considering dismounting right where she was and wetting herself in front of the guards. What is worse? Four guards of my own Kingdom? Or an entire village that is not under my command?” She forced the thought out of her mind, squeezing her eyes shut and wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. If I piss myself, it's going take the complete failure of my body before I do so. I will NOT give in. Not yet. And so she gripped the horse's flanks with her legs, pulling her weight down on the saddle even harder. The animal whinnied a soft complaint, but kept its pace as the gate grew ever closer. Ten minutes later, they passed through the gate to the curious stares of Jarkan's townspeople. “Drake, ride to the tavern and book a room for us and a room for the Queen,” Jason ordered. “And keep an eye out for Prince Baeden. Ask the innkeeper if someone of his description checked in recently, but do not mention him by name.” The other guard nodded and kicked at his horse, speeding off around a corner. The rest of them continued their slow trot as Jenara's eyes went wide with a final glimmer of hope. My own room, with a private chamberpot and no men around. I may have to wait a while more to implement my plan, but it would be more than worth it. “We are going to the tavern now?” she asked, her voice far higher than she intended. “I thought we were to address the citizens to let them know why I am here.” “That was the plan,” Jason said, “but after the hostility we met at the tower, we've decided it would be safer to keep our identities secret, until we can speak to a member of Jarkan's Royalty.” “That is acceptable,” Jenara agreed. She was so thankful that she would have kissed him on the spot, had she been a lady of any lesser stature. They rode for just minutes more until the tavern came into view, a tall stone and wood building with a shining steel sign in the likeness of a tankard of ale. Just the fictional depiction of liquid sent a wave cascading through Jenara's body, and she shivered head to toe. Jason dismounted, and as he always did, held out his hand to help the Queen off her mount. She had no choice, she took it and slid off the horse. The moment she hit the ground, her body shouted out loud, entirely against her will. Both hands flew to her privates and pushed hard against the front of the dress as her legs went half-limp from the pain of it all. The three guards surrounded her in concern, grasping her shoulders and trying to straighten her up. “My Queen, what is the matter?” Nick asked politely. “NOTHING!” Jenara screamed furiously at him. “I am in pain from riding that animal all morning, that is all. Get me in a room, now.” “As you wish,” Nick said, looking slightly hurt. He started to push open the tavern door just as Drake came stumbling out from the other side. “Fuckin' 'ell,” Drake groaned. “Right cunt that one is. Said there's only one room available, and she refused to evict the guests of another no matter how much gold I offered, and I couldn't mention the Queen's name.” At the sound of Drake's words, Jenara's hope was shattered as though a catapult had fired through the stained glass window of a Grand Cathedral. Her identity forgotten, she felt the first drop of wee leak out of her. She was beaten. No, said the smallest voice in the deepest part of her mind. I am Queen Jenara, a member of the Royal Family of Lunambra, raised by King Ethan and Queen Vanessa to lead my Kingdom with honor and dignity until either the day that I marry into another Kingdom or the day that I die. If I fail here, what legacy will I leave behind? But what am I to do? said another voice, louder than the first. I'm a Queen, but I'm just a person. I'm going to be in the same room as my four male guards. I will die if I try to keep it in another night. If I don't die, I'll drown the four of them in my own piss.” Just say it. Be honest, whisper to Jason that I need to relieve myself. He'll understand, he'll give me privacy. No. That is as bad as wetting myself. If my dignity is forcefully torn away from me, at least I could sleep at night knowing that I did all I could. I will never tell them. But I told Marina. I did far more than that with Mary. Not to even mention Sabina... Those were women, and they were innocent and nearly friends to me. These guards...they saved my life, but they are still men. It's going to happen anyway. Any second, it's all going to flow out of me, no matter where I am. So what am I going to do? Wait. I could try to give the signal. But why would they be here? They expect me at the crier stand. Unless they're following me. But I have to try. I have to trust her. As the guards argued with each other, Jenara raised her right hand, placing three fingers against her shoulder. For thirty seconds she waited, glancing around, wincing as another tiny leak forced its way out of her. And then she saw them, two cloaked figures sprinting towards her. The guards were absorbed by their conversation, discussing their options, and she prepared for the impact. She let herself be grabbed around her arms and she was torn off the tavern's porch. It took five seconds until Jason noticed it. “HALT!” he roared, drawing his sword and bolting after the Queen and her captors. The others were close behind, their faces paintings of fearful anger. Jenara let herself be dragged, twisting her legs together as far as they would go. The cloaked figures were not strong, but together they managed to pull Jenara into an alley between a stable house and a florist. As Jenara fought with all her strength to keep control just a few seconds longer, she saw one of them kick a square of wood out of the wall of the stable house. She was then pushed towards the hole, where she shuffled forwards and collapsed through it. The cloaked figures were next, gracefully sliding through the hole and pushing the slab of wood back into place. “That was too close,” Mary Estenna exhaled, pulling her hood down and shaking out her dark hair. “You can say that again,” Sabina agreed, untying the string of her cloak and dropping it beside her. Jenara just lay still on the dusty wooden floor, shaking all over, with her hands shoved between her legs. “Need to...so desperate...” was all she could manage. “Bloody hell, look at her,” Sabina gasped. “She's got to have about a barrel of water in there. I thought she must have relieved herself in that tower, but it seems not. Shite, it's been nearly three days...” “Oh, my Queen,” Mary said softly, sitting cross-legged next to Jenara's head. The Queen leaned back on Mary's legs, resting her head on Mary's chest. “Get her dress out of the way,” Mary said to Sabina. The blonde woman obliged, grasping the soft but dirty fabric of Jenara's dress and sliding it up her legs. Mary grasped the sides of the dress and pulled it up, revealing the Queen's slender thighs. Her womanhood came into view, stretched out and reddened, followed by her belly that could have been carrying twins. Mary finished pulling the dress over Jenara's shoulders and folded it over a wooden beam beside her. She then removed her own dress, throwing it to the other side of the room. “I'm sorry, Jenara,” Mary whispered down at her. “I don't have a chamberpot down here, or any kind of bucket. It's alright though, just let it out. Hopefully my dress will stay dry over there...” She wrapped her arms around Jenara, one grasping the Queen's right breast and the other resting on her collarbone. Jenara reached up and held Mary's left shoulder, gripping it tightly. The two women rested there naked, just waiting and holding each other until Jenara gave a final gasp of desperation before she spread her legs wide and let herself go limp. The torrent was immediate and astonishing, flowing onto the wooden floor and spreading out in all directions. It welled up under her, dampening her bottom and legs. It dripped through the cracks in the floor, and she moaned softly as Mary reached down and began rubbing her sore, distended belly. “Oh, that feels so good,” Jenara breathed, spreading her legs further as the river kept flowing out of her. On and on it went as Mary watched her, and Jenara shivered as she felt the ex-stable girl kiss the side of her neck. “I missed you,” Jenara said. “And I you,” Mary whispered. “Just relax, you're safe here.” For two more minutes she emptied herself on the floor of the small room, and if not for the gaps between the planks, she felt like it would have covered her toes when she stood. She felt a jolt between her legs, and her body shook as she felt herself orgasm from the relief alone. She gasped out loud, earning a giggle from Mary. Finally, it began to slow down, and Mary smiled as the Queen looked up at her. “Feel better?” Mary asked playfully. “Like a new person,” Jenara exhaled. Mary continued massaging the Queen's abdomen as her flow ceased, working the dulled muscles and sore skin. “Sabina, come here,” Jenara said suddenly. The woman approached the Queen and squatted down to avoid kneeling in Jenara's puddle. “I am ready, my Queen. It would be best not to waste time.” Sabina began unbuttoning her dark shirt. “It's as you say,” Jenara agreed. “I know you do not truly want to do this, but I promise you that it will not be as bad as you think. King Carter of Valdus will do all the real work once you are wed to him. As for your lack of civility, the Kingdom will blame it on the emotional toll caused by a combination of your kidnappings here on this journey and the loss of your son. You will live out your days in wealth and prosperity, and feel free to go adventuring again once you give birth to your own real son.” Sabina smiled at the Queen as she finished untying her leather pants, and she stepped out of them, standing naked in the dim candlelight. “I am not afraid anymore,” she said. “Look at me, it's like I was made for this. I could be your identical twin and we would still not be as similar. Still, for good measure...” Jenara flinched as Sabina leaned forwards, slamming her face against a wooden beam that held up the low ceiling. Her face came back with a bleeding nose, red forehead, and a squinting left eye. “Well, that hurt more than I thought it would, but nobody will suspect me, for a little while anyway,” she groaned, rubbing her face. “You're insane, girl,” Jenara stammered, trying hard not to laugh. “You're more insane than I am, trying to pull this stunt. Do you really think we'll get away with it?” “Everybody close to me is dead or gone,” Jenara said. “Everyone except Mary, here. My husband passed years ago, my son left his Kingdom for love. I am sure that the General will never return, and simple servants and guards do not know me personally enough to be a risk. The only people who might realize something is off are the four guards you will meet outside, but with your face like that, you should make it home just fine. Act quiet and traumatized. When you get back to Lunambra, give them each two-hundred gold pieces. Do not fear asking your servants for help, they will not question you and they know all my routines. Marry into Valdus as soon as you can, and all responsibility will be lifted off of you.” “I hope you are right,” Sabina said as she picked up Jenara's dress. “Damn, this thing is all stretched out.” “That would be the fault of my bladder,” Jenara sighed. “Speaking of that, do try not to wet yourself in any Royal meetings you may attend. They last a long time, but I have a record to uphold, after all.” “I'll do my best,” Sabina laughed, pulling the dress down over her shoulders and patting it against her skin. She reached a hand down her chest, straightening her breasts, then stood up and looked to Jenara. “Good enough?” “Good enough,” Jenara agreed. “Go now, don't keep the guards waiting for too long. And...treat your people well. Do not let power go to your head.” Sabina smiled warmly and nodded, gave a very graceful and Queenly curtsy, and then retreated up a flight of stairs. A door could be heard opening and closing, and she was gone. Jenara was free. ******************* Epilogue – New Peace ******************* It was ten hours after the fight ended, in the dead of night, that Marina grasped Baeden's shoulder and gently shook him awake. He opened his eyes and turned to her, smiling at her sweaty face. “I can't hold it in anymore,” she said desperately. “I've already leaked in the bed a little. I know you're in pain, and I know you are tired, but I have to ask you. Do you want to go to the ocean, or do you want me to just wee in the chamberpot here? Baeden rolled onto his back and inhaled deeply. “I thought a rib was broken, but I seem to be breathing alright. I might just have lucked out. We should hurry, lest you wee on the street.” He sat up and pulled a robe over himself, and Marina did the same. She was jiggling every which way, pressing one hand between her legs. “Ooohh, it's leaking again,” she moaned. Baeden leaned forwards, feeling between her legs with his right hand. Warm dampness dripped onto his fingers, and he gave her a gentle hug. “Hold it for me, okay? You can make it to the water. I'm really desperate too, I don't know how I was sleeping through this.” They quietly made their way upstairs and out of the tavern, sneaking through the dark streets. For the first time in her life, Marina felt sand between her toes, and she stumbled through the strange matter, letting out a few drops into the grains. “I'm about wetting myself,” she hissed. “I can't walk on this weird shite.” Despite her leaking, she managed to get all her clothes off, along with Baeden, and they both gasped as their feet hit water. “Oh, cold, cold! I can take it though, come on, lets get deeper.” Baeden had to nearly drag her in as she focused on holding herself, and soon they were bobbing in the light waves. “Oh Gooood, being in water makes it ten times worse,” she cried. “I'm losing it, come here.” She reached out and embraced Baeden, pulling herself close to him. They kissed passionately in the dim moonlight, and Baeden breathed a soft laugh as he felt warmth surrounding his privates and his legs. She pressed her face against his chest as she relieved herself in the great body of water, and she squealed as she felt Baeden's stream start directly against her clit. “It's so warm under there,” she whispered. “This feels...oh, it's...mmmm.” Baeden had to catch her as she nearly fell into the water from her quick orgasm. He led her back to shallower water, where they both lay for two hours, enjoying each other again and again until the rising tide forced them back to land. Three hours later, they looked to the rising sun as their ship sailed onward, leaving behind everything that they had ever known and heading towards everything that they could ever want.
  4. *************** Part One – Tracks *************** Jenara gently closed the door to Sabina's home and patted her dress down, pulling the fabric so it conformed to her body. Now that the corset had been off for a minute, her bladder had stretched back out and the throbbing, unstoppable pressure had faded to a dull ache. She folded her hands in front of her to cover the bulge, hoping to the Heavens that Gaston wouldn't notice that she suddenly looked four months pregnant. She stepped back onto the street and saw the General standing there, ordering his guards around the area. He spotted her and shouted for them to return, and he jogged up to her. “My Queen, where did you go? You cannot disappear like that!” he shouted, reaching out to grab her shoulders. She stepped away from him and sighed. “I was just checking the area for the stable girl,” Jenara said. “She knows my voice, and you probably scare her.” “Do not step out of my sight again,” Gaston snapped. “You may have the authority in politics, but I have it when it comes to protecting you. Anyway, the stable girl is gone. Two sets of tracks lead away from the stables, one to the north and one to the south. He is trying to mislead us, he probably paid her to ride as a decoy.” “It would not surprise me,” Jenara agreed. She knew that he was smart enough to figure that much out, at least. “So what do you want to do?” “I'm going to go south,” Gaston stated. “The borders of Jarkan are too close for me to ride far to the north. I will bring two guards with me, and send two north. A General crossing the border will cause problems, the nearby cities know my face. Two guards in civilian clothing can cross unnoticed.” “And what will you have them do if they find him? You alone may be able to stand against Baeden, but he could kill your guards in his sleep. Send me, Gaston. Let me travel north with your guards. Jarkan knows that it was I who agreed to return their land, they will accommodate me. The two of us are the only people in the Kingdom who have a chance of bringing him home, you with force and me with words.” “That is unacceptable,” Gaston said simply, shaking his head. “If I must, I will travel south first, then return here and go north afterwards. Crossing the border is a risk I am willing to take if I must.” “By the time you return, my son will be far out of our reach, and the tracks will be long gone. You know this. The only chance we have to find him is to follow both sets of tracks right here, right now.” Gaston was noticeably shaking. His two primary duties were tearing themselves apart in front of his eyes. Protect the Queen. Protect the Kingdom. Without Baeden, their military might would drop considerably. But the Queen would never be completely safe traveling without him. Her recent kidnapping was perfect evidence of that. He stood there for a long time, Jenara growing more impatient with each second. “FINE!” he shouted suddenly, slamming his fist on a wooden post of the stable. “But you will have all four of my guards with you. I will travel south alone.” Jenara nodded. “We have no time to waste. Mount up.” She strode to her own black mare, which nuzzled against her neck as she approached. She hugged the animal around her nose before stepping beside her and pulling herself up. She silently thanked Sabina for her aid, for she knew that she would have absolutely lost control right there had she tried this with the corset on. The guards were next, mounting nearly identical brown steeds. Gaston climbed atop his massive black stallion, settling into the saddle and looking to the Queen. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her, his face betraying his worry. “Yes,” Jenara said. Gaston gave her a final nod, and he reined his horse, storming off towards the south gate. Jenara looked to her new contingent of bodyguards. “What are your names?” she asked them. The tallest stepped forwards. “I am Jason Hardwick,” he said. He then pointed to the guard on his left, with long brown hair flowing down from his helmet. “That's Nicolas Woods.” He turned his horse slightly, gesturing at the shortest of them. “Kevin Lance,” and to the last of them, “Drake Stonewall.” “It is good to meet you formally,” Jenara said. “I hope that you will ensure a safe journey.” “We will protect you with our lives,” Jason stated, giving her a powerful salute. “Then let us begin,” the Queen told them. She kicked her horse, and led it out of the stable gate and towards the northern district. The city was quiet today, and the tracks were easy to follow. Fifteen minutes later, they were out of the city. It was the smallest guard she had ever left the city with, but they were the best of the guards. She felt the fear in her memories, battering her thoughts with images of herself bound in a dark dungeon, naked and surrounded by men who could have had their way with her at any time. She pushed the fears away. Soon, she would never have to feel fear again. ************ Part Two - Rest ************ Marina was sore all over. The sun had set some time ago, but Baeden rode on without a thought. It had been ten hours since they stopped for Marina's relief. Baeden was used to riding for hours and hours at a time, but she was not. She had never even been on a horse before. Her bottom throbbed, her womanhood felt bruised, and her back twinged every few seconds. Beyond this, she was very desperate for a wee again. Her bladder pressed into Baeden's back as she was holding him so tightly, in fear of tumbling off the horse in her exhaustion. It was six hours ago that they stopped at a river's edge and drank their fill, not having any skins to carry water with. She was hungry, too. They had brought no food, no heavier clothes, no maps. All she had was the robe, light dress, and faith that Baeden knew where he was going, and could get them there before they starved. Luckily, he said that the river flowed all the way to Great Oak, so hydration would be no issue. She raised an arm up and patted Baeden's chest. “When can we rest?” she asked. “Gaston cannot track us in the dark, and there is no moon tonight. How you've kept this horse on the road in this darkness, I'll never know.” “The horse follows the road of his own volition,” Baeden said. “He's a well-trained animal. You are right though, I could have turned off of this path at any time, and Gaston will not keep chase unless he sees the tracks with his own eyes. If only it would rain. I know not how far behind us he is, but he has set up camp for the night, as any professional tracker would. If you wish me to stop, I will.” “Yes, please,” Marina whispered in his ear. He shivered and pulled on the reins, and the horse came to a slow stop. Baeden dismounted gracefully, but hit the ground with a groan. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Yeah...just really full of water.” “Oh, me too,” Marina added. “I've been holding it for hours.” Baeden reached up and helped her blindly slide off the horse, and he guided her into the trees. It took fifteen minutes of feeling and stomping until they found a patch of soft grass comfortable enough to spend the night. The river was a couple meters away from them, the sound of the water making their desperation even worse. “This will do,” Baeden said. “It's been a long time since I've slept in the open air. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't something charming about it. Oh bloody hell, I've really got to wee...” “My Prince,” Marina said quietly. “I know you are under a lot of stress, with leaving your home and with the General after us. I understand if you just want to relieve yourself and try to sleep. But I want you to know that if you want to finish what we started this morning, I'm completely willing. I want to celebrate our freedom.” Baeden closed his eyes, though the action made little difference in the pitch-black night. Had it really been that very morning that they had made their escape from Lunambra? It felt like a week had passed. But it was his first night after abandoning his Kingdom. His future as a ruler. Baeden spat on the ground. I don't want that future. I never did. This woman is my future. Marina gasped as Baeden suddenly grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He hadn't held her like this in a long time, this grasp that was beyond simple passion. It was a hold of pure love, and she felt tears well in her eyes. He kissed her then, and she felt him lowering her into the grass and settling down next to her in a tight embrace. Their feet aimed at the river, their legs intertwined. “I love you, Marina. You're right, I am stressed under all of this. But you are all I care about now. Let's have our celebration.” “What do you want to do?” she asked him, her voice soft and sexual. She felt him reach across her body, fumbling with the silk belt that held her robe together. She reached over and did the same for him, and soon the robes were folded over tree branches a few feet away from them. Marina was still in her underdress, and Baeden was in his thin velvet shirt and pants. She ran her fingers over the soft material, and felt him shiver as she reached his hard belly. She gave it a couple of small jabs, and then she felt him grab her hand. He navigated it to his manhood which was pressed forcefully against the velvet pants, and she felt its shape through the fabric. She stroked it as she felt his hand on her own privates, pulling her dress out of the way and settling against her lower hair. His middle finger tickled her in just the right spot, and she began breathing heavily as they stroked each other. This went on for some time, and she was nearly about to get off when there was a sudden jolt in her bladder and she sent a spurt against Baeden's hands. He laughed softly and rolled to his side, pressing his face into Marina's neck and kissing her gently. She felt two of his fingers slide into her now, stroking in a continuous movement against the soft insides of her womanhood. She gripped him hard through his pants, and he grunted in desperation as she found his drawstring and tore it open. He shifted so his organ slid out of captivity and she could hold it properly. She loved the way it moved in her hand, pulsing along with his deep breaths. “Wait a moment,” Marina said suddenly. “I've just realized something. After all the time we've been together, I've never seen you wet yourself. You've had me do it dozens of times, but you always go freely in the end, no matter how full you are.” Without another word, she forced his manhood back into his velvet pants and tied the knot tightly. “You're going to stay just like that until you lose control.” “In that case,” Baeden said, reaching over to grasp her arms. “You're going to stay here.” With a powerful pull, he rolled her on top of him, letting her settle in a mount over his legs. “If you wee on me first, you won't be able to feel me doing it. You certainly won't see it, since it's so dark. So you have to hold it longer than I do.” Marina wasn't prepared for this. Her flower was clamped shut with all her strength, and she could feel the weight of her bladder pressing down on it. From the other end, she could feel Baeden's stiffness pressing against her through his pants. She knew that men could hold it easier when they were aroused, so she would just have to apply enough pressure. She steadied herself by placing both hands along Baeden's rock-hard bladder, and she began to grind against him in a rhythmic motion. It didn't take Marina long to start regretting everything. She knew she was on the verge of leaking, and she knew how good Baeden was at holding. She leaned forwards, putting more weight on his belly. She felt his knees rise behind her, squeezing together and pressing into her back. They were both going to burst at any time now, and they both knew it. They had turned it into a contest, something they had done many times, but they had quit trying after Baeden defeated Marina enough consecutive times that it was beginning to depress her. Now, however, she could feel his legs shaking desperately behind her back. She could feel the hardness of his bladder under her hands, she could smell the sweat on him, she could hear his uneven, sharp breathing. She gasped as Baeden shifted, forcing her to roll off of his stomach. He lowered her to the grass beside him and hugged her tightly, then she felt his hand on her own, bringing it between his legs. “I'm proud of you, Marina,” he whispered to her. “You've really beaten me. I just cannot hold it another second...” Her hand met velvet just as the wetness touched it, and the loud hissing met her ears. She opened her mouth slightly in fascination, grasping around his manhood as he wet himself completely. She felt it spreading down his hips and thighs, pouring into the grass underneath him. He moaned his relief into her ear, and she closed her eyes and shivered as she felt her privates throb with lust. He pushed gently on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. She opened her legs, expecting him to undo his pants and enter her as he still relieved himself. However, she gasped in surprise as she felt him climb on top of her, straddling her over her waist. His flow fell over her body, soaking her dress and the ground beneath her. She groaned in pleasure and desperation as she thrust her hips up, his wee pouring down her body and pooling between her breasts. She grasped them and pulled them apart under the tight chestline of the underdress, letting the liquid slide down past her neck. Baeden stopped his flow, and she thought he was finished. However, in the darkness, she couldn't see Baeden lean back. She had no warning whatsoever before her bottom was pushed into the grass by Baeden's whole weight sitting down on her bladder. “NO! NO, NO, NOOO!” she laugh-screamed, slapping at whatever parts of Baeden she could reach. It was an involuntary reaction to the sudden and massive increase in pressure, and it was a brand new sensation to her when the contents of her bladder exploded out of her under his weight. She had wet herself before, yes. But never was it forced out of her under such great pressure. She gasped and fell back, her mouth hanging open, great clumps of grass gripped in her hands. Her whole private region was on fire, in such a good way. She could feel it pumping out of her with such power, and she could hear it splattering into the river – two meters away from her. She reached around Baeden, pressing a hand tightly against herself. Her wee sprayed upwards, flowing against her clit and running over her belly and along Baeden's thighs. She lurched and moaned her pleasure as she came from that single touch alone, and then she felt Baeden fumbling with his drawstring while he still sat on her. Soon, his manhood was out and held over her, and he took his weight off her bladder as he climbed down between her legs. Her stream immediately slowed to normal, and she felt Baeden pressing his organ against her slit as she sprayed her wee all over it. A second later he was inside of her, holding her legs tightly and powerfully thrusting into her. With each time he entered her, she felt her wee surge out with greater force. She was stunned and smiling stupidly to the dark sky, thinking of nothing else but this minute, this second, as she felt him start weeing again. Inside of her. “Oooohhhhhhhh,” she groaned, helpless against the pleasure as she got off a second time, and a third, all before he finally collapsed beside her. “Finish it,” Baeden begged. “I don't know how I've held off this long.” Despite her exhaustion, she was happy to oblige him. She rolled over, taking his manhood in her right hand and placing her soft lips around the tip. She gave it the gentlest lick, and with two quick pumps of her hand, he went stiff as the slick liquid surged into her mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation, and continued sucking on him until it finally went limp. Five minutes later, she fell asleep with it still in her hand. ***************** Part Three – Dignity ***************** Hours and hours had passed since they left Lunambra, and Queen Jenara needed to relieve herself immediately. For so long she rode with the four guards, two in front of her to follow the tracks, and two behind her to guard the rear. They had gone on like this into the night, and they were very nearly at Jarkan's border. Right before the border's watch tower came into view, the guards stopped their horses and began setting up for the night. It was a hot day, and Jenara had been forced to drink to keep her health. Her bladder ached and throbbed, and her womanhood was sore from the saddle, her muscles weakened from the constant bouncing. She barely managed to dismount her horse without spurting in her dress, and yet there was nothing she could do. The guards would not allow her out of their sight. The darkness provided no cover as they started a fire immediately, and her hope of simply shifting her dress up while she sat and weeing into the grass unnoticed was dashed by the guard Nicolas, who spread out a large, soft blanket for her to sleep on. Two guards would be awake at all times, taking shifts to watch her. She was absolutely stuck. She stood there for a few minutes, staring at the river that flowed freely, taunting her. She slowly took a seat on the large blanket, laying back and cringing as her horribly overfilled bladder settled on top of her. Every breath she took tormented her, sending pangs of desperation that made her feel like she could leak at any second. She could feel it tingling just on the inside of her hole, waiting for her to weaken just enough so it could force its way out of her. These men are not trained to travel with a woman. They won't even think to offer me privacy. It's not like I could accept their offer even if they did give it. Crossing her legs did nothing to relieve the pressure. What's going to happen, I wonder, she found herself thinking. When I simply cannot hold on any longer. Is it really possible for my bladder to explode, or is that just a story told to children to threaten them into weeing before they leave the house? Will I just wet myself in front of the guards? Hours passed. Time went on and on as she lay there awake, holding herself with everything she was. The pressure increased endlessly as more water continued to force its way into her bladder. The two guards who stood awake would absolutely hear her. The first men in the Kingdom to witness a Queen piss herself like a little child, wetting her blanket. She couldn't let it happen. She reached down and pinched her labia through her dress, squeezing them together. It hurt badly, and she knew it was no long-term plan. She released them quickly, and gasped silently as a drop made its way out of her. She felt it trickle down her vulva and along her bottom, absorbed quickly into her dress. It was much too small to show, thankfully. I was so close, she cried inwardly. If I could only wait through tomorrow, but it's just too much. I drank so much water, enough to bathe in, and even I have to have limits. Despite everything, I'm still just a person... Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan from one of the guards who were taking the first shift. She slowly turned her head to him, keeping her eyes squinted so he would think her asleep at a glance. "Nick, I can't wait any longer. It's been all fucking day." "You can't," Nicolas hissed. "I'm dying over here too, but what if she's awake?" Jenara slammed her eyes shut, and she could feel the gaze of the two men staring at her. "She's out cold," the first guard, Jason, said desperately. "Oh shit, it's happening," she heard soft metallic clanking as he fumbled with the front of his armor. A loud hiss immediately followed, and she opened her eyes ever so slightly. She could see his stream in the torchlight, splattering into the grass in front of him. "Ah fuck, that's it for me too," Nicolas gasped, pulling his greaves open and bursting into the grass as well. They're so bloody lucky, Jenara screamed inside her head as the two men emptied themselves in front of her. Wait. She suddenly noticed the two other guards snoring loudly behind her, a sound she had been blocking out for three hours past. The two in front of her were facing away, absorbed in their own relief, their ears full of the sound of their own wee. This is it, my only chance. With as much speed as she could muster, she thrust her hips into the air, supporting herself on her shoulder blades. She grasped the front of her dress and pulled it up, and despite her shame and pride, she released an absurdly powerful three-second long spurt that flew through the air, spraying onto the side of a tree that stood over two meters away from her. It cleared the blanket entirely, and she caught the last drops with her hand. It was so much louder than she thought it would be, and she threw her dress back over her legs and collapsed into the blanket just as Jason turned to glance at her. She was frozen in fear that he would realize what had happened, but he just shrugged and returned to his own business. She was breathing like she had run a footrace across the Kingdom, and she had to force herself to settle down before she was noticed. She was still desperate. As desperate as she had ever been in her life. Her flower tingled and her bladder complained strongly against being given such small relief in response to the ocean that it contained. But she was no longer on the verge of wetting herself completely, and that would be enough for this one night. It seemed like such a long time later that the sun finally showed itself. She knew she had slept, at least a little, because she did not remember the other two guards getting up for relief. There was no way they could have held it through the night after all she had watched them drink. She looked down and groaned inwardly as she saw her belly was even bigger than it was last night. She wondered how much it could stretch, how full it could possibly become before it just gave out, in whatever way it would. She knew her skin would accommodate it, having been pregnant. But the bladder itself was a mystery, somehow growing ever fuller as the hours passed. The small amount of relief seemed to give it the time it needed to expand. How embarrassed she would feel if one of the guards noticed it. She stood up as quickly as she could, making her way to the horses. Nicolas came up behind her, offering his hands as a step. She kept facing away from him as she mounted the animal. Her dress rode up in front of her, and she pulled it close to cover up the colossal bulge. She felt her legs quivering, and she just hoped that if she did wet herself, the horse would stay quiet about it. The guards mounted up again and took their places around her, and they rode on. *********************** Part Four – The Other Side *********************** Sabina smiled to herself as she watched Queen Jenara arch her back, hike up her dress, and send a spurt of wee through the air with the force of a crossbow bolt. She was equally amused by the two guards who were watering the grass, and she felt herself dampen as she watched them. She pressed her hand between her legs and thumbed herself through her thin cotton pants, biting her lip to stay quiet. The show ended too soon with them lacing up their greaves and returning to their watch. Sabina wished that she could relieve herself as well, but she needed to stay full. She had to be awake to follow them when they departed, and if she was comfortable, she would be at risk of falling asleep. And so she decided to use the pressure in her belly as a method to keep herself awake. As she was, her bladder was solid and pressing against her belt. She unbuckled the length of leather, and grinned as she saw her belly expand with its newfound freedom. She wasn't bursting yet, but she knew that was going to change soon as her mouth was dry and thirsty. She silently made her way to the river, drinking as much as she could without vomiting. She returned to her spot and sat down, curling her knees in front of her and wrapping her arms around them. She shivered, not from cold, but from the unnatural silence and darkness of the night. All she could see was the Queen and her guards, lit by a firepit that illuminated a radius of about six meters in every direction, casting looming shadows over the grass. Sabina was on the other side of the river, so close to them all, yet perfectly hidden in the pure darkness. She let her mind wander for some time, watching the Queen's constant but slight squirming. She must be really desperate, Sabina thought. She was nearly wetting herself when she came into my house this morning, and she's been under guard the whole time since then. She has to have had some water since then as well. I wonder how much she's got in there... Sabina poked at her hard belly, feeling twangs of pressure with each jab. It feels so nice. I can't believe I only learned of these sensations so recently. She kept prodding her bladder, harder each time, and clenched her fist as she felt a small trickle leak out of her and soak into her pants. Ohh, I can't let it all out or I'll fall asleep, but I'm definitely going to leak... She grasped the waistband of the cotton pants, sliding them down her thighs and bunching them by her feet. She sat like this with her privates in the open air, waiting for over an hour. She dribbled a little every few minutes, despite trying as hard as she cold to hold it all in. I know I don't have to hold it all, just enough to keep me awake. I'm just doing it for fun, but it keeps leaking out no matter how hard I try to hold on. How is the Queen staying dry with so much inside of her? Is she that much stronger than me? Sabina leaned back and squeezed her legs together, placing her right hand between her thighs and pressing her middle finger along her slit, pushing on her wee hole. I'm not going to let any more out. I have to learn to hold it better. I'm already better than most people, but I'm nowhere near the level of Jenara or even Marina. At least I outlasted those guards... Her willful thoughts didn't do much in practice, as just thirty minutes later she was covered in sweat and her whole body was shaking in desperation. She gasped as a spurt forced its way past her finger. She twisted her legs together and curled up on the grass with both hands shoved between them. Despite her desperation, she was very horny. She managed to slide one finger into her hole and she stroked along the warm, slick inside of her body as she bit down on her shirt. As she went on, more and more wee found its way out of her body. She tried hard to keep it in, but there was just too much water in her. She bit down hard as she nearly reached the peak of her pleasure. She was just about to come when she was interrupted by a male voice. She froze and turned her head across the river, where the two sleeping guards had gotten to their feet. Their voices were clear in the silent night, and she forced herself to remain completely still as they stretched and groaned. Without being able to move, she could no longer hold on. She started weeing hard into the grass, and the sudden relief forced her to orgasm with no warning. She yelped, completely against her will, and her eyes went wide in fear as the two guards turned straight to her. She shut off her flow, the pressure building back up to the bursting point in mere seconds. She grasped around her feet, catching the cotton of her pants and pulling them back up over her still-bulging belly. “Who's-” one of the guards started, but the other grabbed him round the mouth. “Don't yell, you'll wake the Queen. We'll go check it out quietly.” Sabina scrambled backwards, taking cover behind a tree. Her body screamed at her, as though it were thinking: “How dare she wee for just five seconds, doesn't she know how full she is?” She shook the distracting thought out of her head, peeking out at the guards. They had removed their boots and were already halfway across the river; it must have been a very shallow crossing. She watched in terror as they got near her side, when the taller one stopped and held the other back. “Listen, Kevin. I'm honestly about to piss my armor. If someone's out there, I can't fight like this.” “Oh, what in- Ah, forget it, just do it here. I'm ready to burst too.” Sabina kept staring as they both undid their drawstrings and let the contents of their bladders join the flow of the river. “Please, just forget about me,” she whispered to herself. “Oy Drake, Kevin, what are you two doing?” came a third voice. One of the other guards had walked to the river's edge. “If you need a piss, do it in the grass while you watch the road. Me and Jason need to sleep.” “That's not why we're in here,” the Guard Kevin said indignantly. “We heard something from the other side of the river. It almost sounded like a voice. Either a woman or a child.” “Well, do you plan to capture the person behind the voice in the pitch darkness? Come into the firelight and guard the road as you are supposed to. A woman or a child is no threat to us or the Queen. Now, that's an order.” “We're the same rank,” Drake complained. “When we're with Gaston, yes,” Jason said. “But when he's away, I have seniority. You know how it works.” “Ah, fine. Just let me finish my piss.” “You know,” Jason said softly, “If there is a woman lurking in the darkness over there, she's got full view of you two sods standing there with your cocks out, and she's probably not impressed.” “There's no woman,” Kevin moaned. “I'm sure it was just some animal.” Still, he cut off his wee while it was still going strong and shoved himself back inside his pants. Drake did the same, and they returned to the firelight. Sabina watched as the guards switched places, Kevin and Drake taking the side of the road as Jason and the one unnamed one settled down in the grass behind the Queen, who was apparently a startlingly deep sleeper, despite the absurd fullness of her bladder. Sabina could see the shape of it from here, ten meters away. The thought of it brought her crashing back to reality, and she realized all at once that she was soaking herself completely. Her entire bottom was surrounded by a large puddle, warm against her skin. Her cotton pants clung to her body from the wetness, and she could feel it still flowing strongly out of her. She sighed and leaned back against the tree, giving up entirely as she emptied herself through her pants. It felt so good, and if she wasn't still in the middle of an adrenaline rush from nearly getting caught, she likely would have begun pleasuring herself again. She remembered the first time she had wet herself in fear, when she was kidnapped in place of Queen Jenara. She was simply traveling along the road, on her way from Lunambra to Jarkan, when ten men appeared from the snowbanks wearing white furs. Three of them grabbed her, and she soaked her pants right then and there. She wasn't even desperate, it was just pure fear. It felt much the same now, complete unawareness that she had lost control until the shock subsided. Except this time, the liquid within her was enough to saturate her pants and snake all the way down to the river. Thirty seconds later it tapered off to a trickle, then finally stopped. She felt herself over the pants, smiling at how tightly the wet cotton hugged her womanhood. She could feel every bit of it through the thin fabric, and despite the recent threat from the guards, she couldn't help but slide her hand into her pants and start all over again. Pleasure kept her awake for the rest of the night, and she could barely feel her hands, or privates, when the sun finally made itself known. While it was still dark enough to stay hidden, she stumbled to her feet and hobbled through the trees, ready to continue her pursuit. *************** Part Five - Captive *************** After only an hour of riding, Jenara spotted Jarkan's border watchtower as they turned a corner around the trees. It loomed over the open plain that marked Jarkan's newly cleared border, casting a shadow that spanned into the distance. Only seconds after they rode into the open, a large blue flag rose over the top of the tower. She knew the code: Upon spotting a party approaching the tower, a different flag was risen depending on the threat level. Green for known citizens and allies, blue for unknown parties, and red for active enemies. Depending on the color, the other towers along the border would react appropriately. They would now be watching with spyglasses, waiting to see the interactions that took place. As they got closer to the tower, Jenara spotted three armored men on horseback, wearing the green and yellow sigil of Jarkan. The three men rushed towards them, grasping shields and spears. It was not a threat, just an expected precaution for unknowns crossing the border. They met a minute later, and Jason rode ahead to greet them. There was a shaking of hands and quiet introductions that Jenara could not make out, and then the leader of Jarkan's men looked up at her, his eyes open in surprise. “The Queen of Lunambra!” he shouted happily. “I am Curtis Ryder, a simple watchman. It's my honor to greet you here today. It is known that you are the one who agreed to return our farmlands. My family lost our home when your Kingdom claimed said land in the past, but I know that was the doing of your old King. I hold no grudge against you, we have our land back and we are happy.” Jenara forced an awkward smile. She was honestly pleased with the man's words; she always enjoyed it when her choices were praised by common people. However, the constant pressure and throbbing between her legs made it very hard to correctly display emotions. “It was my pleasure. I told my late husband that he was making the wrong choice invading your Kingdom, that we should focus on an alliance with Valdus. I am glad that we have found our peace.” Curtis perked up, his face beaming. It was likely the only time in his life that he had been directly addressed by Royalty, let alone in a positive manner. “Please, My Quee- Wait, you're not really my Queen, are you? I apologize, I'm not quite sure how I should refer to you...” “You may refer to me by my name. I am Jenara. I feel that the disuse of formal titles would be a fair sign of equality and good faith upon our first meeting, as you have no Royalty here for me to address properly.” Curtis looked about ready to wet himself from pure excitement. She shook the image away. It was a problem that she had. Whenever she was desperate for relief, most of her thoughts somehow twisted their way straight to piss. “Please, join us in the tower for breakfast and some comfortable chairs.” It was Jason that spoke up next. “I thank you for the offer, but we must continue following this road posthaste. We are tracking a pair of...errhm, escaped servants. They would have come through here either late last night or very early this morning. I was not expecting such a large guard presence here, did you see anyone?” Curtis looked down at the back of his horse's neck. “Er, we did not,” he mumbled. “There was nobody throughout the night.” “You are not convincing,” Jason snapped. “Speak the truth, you are in the presence of Royalty.” “Oh damn it, yes, a horse rode through here late last night. Only one guard saw it, it was moving so fast and in such darkness. He has no idea who the rider may have been, or even how many people were on the horse. I figured that whatever a single animal could carry would be no threat, and I had him withhold the information. I felt there was no need to risk our jobs for one or two riders.” Jason sighed loudly. “If we lose our targets, this is on your head,” he hissed, jabbing his finger at Curtis. “Good faith be damned.” “Yes, Sir,” Curtis mumbled. “I understand, it was wrong of me. Please, continue on your way.” “Wait,” Jenara said suddenly. “I think we will accept your offer of hospitality. I am sure my guards are hungry, and my back is sore from riding and sleeping on the ground. If you could give me a private room with a bed in which to rest for just a couple of hours, I would be very grateful to you.” “My Queen,” Nicolas whispered quickly. “We have to keep chase, they get further away with every second passed.” “You will obey me,” Jenara said sternly and loudly. “If they will allow us the opportunity, anyway?” she finished much more politely, turning back to Curtis. “Of course, of c-course,” Curtis said with a slight stutter. “It would be the least we could do to make up for our mistake last night.” “I thank you. With haste, then,” Jenara said loudly over the whispered protests of her guards. She ignored them completely as she reined her horse to follow Curtis towards the tower. It was a short ride, and soon they were dismounting and making their way into the base of the construct. It was more ornate than Jenara would have imagined on the inside, with high-end carpentry and masonry and decorations that looked much far beyond the means of the guards that resided here. There were many more men inside the tower, most wearing Jarkan guard armor. However, there were quite a few who were wearing basic unmarked leathers and darkened chain, as well as one in a wide black cloak who sat facing away from them at a dining table. And then it hit her. Oh, damn it. This may have been a mistake. They may be official guards of Jarkan, but they are hardly better than common bandits. All of this is stolen from passing merchant caravans. It's a toll scam. Peasants would not know any better. Still, Jenara kept herself silent. If she made her assessment known, her guards would likely drag her out of there by force under the guise of protection. The only thing that needed protecting at the moment was her dignity. She would get into her room, relieve herself in a chamberpot or straight out the window if there wasn't one, then ask to leave. The Jarkan men would never risk attacking a Royal party, anyway. It was safe enough. “Excuse me, Quee-, er, Jenara,” Curtis stammered. “Would you like some wine before your rest?” He was standing there with his arm already outstretched with full glass in-hand. Jenara fought hard not to physically recoil. “Oh, I couldn't possi-” she stopped herself there. One of the last things she wanted to do here was chance insulting these men when they could potentially turn hostile. Besides, relief was only a minute away. She reached out and accepted the glass, holding it gently as he passed more glasses out to the guards of Lunambra. Finally, Curtis held out his own glass. “Cheers!” he called, and he went for a sip. Jenara downed her glass in one go as her guards enjoyed their own wine. “That was very nice, thank you,” Jenara said, performing a weak impression of a proper curtsy. “However, my back is very sore. I would like that bed, if it is still alright with you?” “Of course,” Curtis replied. “If you would follow me.” Jenara turned to step after Curtis, and he lead her to the base of the tower's staircase. “We often sleep on the ground level so we can get outside quicker, or in the basement when it is a warm day. However, we keep a more upscale room nearly at the top, for when travelers of higher stature stop by.” Jenara's bladder kicked her in the arse at the thought of climbing up stairs when it was this full. “It is alright, I will gladly take a basement room...” “Nonsense!” Curtis said cheerily. “The tower room has everything it needs to make a Queen at home, and the basement offers no privacy. It would be far more comfortable upstairs. I'll soak the stairs, you complete idiot, her mind screamed at him. Still, there was no escaping it. She lifted her right leg and took the first step of the tall tower, then another with her left. Every time she raised a leg, her thigh pressed into the bottom of her bladder, causing it to send out a pulse of pain and pressure that rippled through her body. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she pressed her thighs together, her hands gripped in tight fists, nails digging into her pale skin. Jenara gasped in pain, audibly but quietly, and her bladder contracted strongly. Unable to stop it with her strongest will, she felt her hole open and for a full second, she burst into the folds of her dress. She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further. Looking down in horror and shame, she saw the wet spot on her dress, now dark blue from the sudden spurt of liquid. Despite her humiliation, she was above the threshold of the second floor, and she knew that nobody saw her. The dress had absorbed her leak, and there was no spot on the step. With that one second of relief, she managed to continue up the steps without any more forcing its way out of her. Finally she came to a thick wooden door, and she grasped the handle and stumbled inside. She would have shouted in joy if there was nobody around; the first thing she saw upon entering the room was a large stone-carved chamberpot resting next to an ornate bed. She was already pulling her dress up as she approached it, squatting down and pressing the rim against her bottom. She looked up, ready to moan into the open air in her relief- When she found herself eye-to-eye with a dark-haired woman, standing in the corner of the room, hidden behind the door. She was wearing a white underdress and nothing more, and she was smiling at the Queen. A wide grin that masked obvious hatred. Jenara shrieked as loud as her lungs could manage, jumping to her feet as the pain increased and her bladder went into a violent spasm. Her muscles tensed and then vibrated, and her entire body convulsed. How she didn't explode on the spot, she would never know. “You,” Jenara hissed. “The ambassador. Kaitlen, yes?” Jenara released her dress, letting it fall back down over her legs. Jenara started to shake, her bladder pulsing violently inside of her, her body screaming, all that water about to explode out of her clenched lips, but somehow she held on. “What...do you want?” “I want your son's head on the end of a spear,” Kaitlen whispered, stepping forwards towards Jenara as she raised the front of her own short dress, drawing a slender dagger from a sheath that was strapped to her thigh. “I know you have not come here alone. Where is he?” “I don't know,” Jenara spat. “That is why I am here. I am searching for him. How did you even get in here?” “Sorceress,” Kaitlen said simply. “That's shite, and you know it,” Jenara retaliated. “There is no magic in this world, it is a fool's fantasy and a scapegoat to start wars against innocents. Did you bribe the guards?” “Absolutely not,” Kaitlen groaned with disdain. “It would be shameful to promote corruption within my home Kingdom.” “You are a fool,” Jenara choked out as she tightened her legs further. No matter what, I cannot lose control in front of her. “The guards here rob civilians who enter Jarkan along this road. Everything in here came from merchants and other travelers just trying to get across the border.” “What they do is none of my concern,” Kaitlen said swiftly, waving her hand as though she was shooing away a fly. “What is my concern, is getting vengeance for what your son did to me. I did plan on torturing and killing you in front of him, but seeing you now...I find myself hesitating. I did not know that you were in a family way.” “What-” Jenara suddenly understood and bit her lip. She thinks I'm pregnant. Anyone would if they saw me straight-on like this. She saw me over the chamberpot, but any woman would relieve herself after traveling. “Whatever grudge you have against me, I see you are unwilling to harm an unborn child. Listen to me Kaitlen, you do not need to play games with me. I know that you are no sorceress, and you are no murderess either. You attack me with justified scorn, but you are a woman and you will not harm me as I am. Lower that dagger, and I will escort you safely from this tower, and I will consider our business concluded.” Kaitlen looked down at the blade in her hand, staring silently at it for a little over a minute. Then she released a long sigh, letting it fall to the floor beside her. “I accept your words. It is over. I know that I interrupted you as you were about to relieve yourself, and I know how difficult things can be when pregnant. Please, finish up before we go downstairs.” Kaitlen turned around, showing Jenara her back. Under any other circumstances, Jenara would never urinate in the same room as a near-stranger, but it was already forcing its way out of her as she squatted down again. Just as the first drop hit the bottom of the chamberpot, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. If I wee now, she'll see that my belly shrank. She'll know I'm not pregnant, and she might attack me still.” Jenara gritted her teeth and shakily got to her feet once more after having only another split second of relief. “I am alright for now, Kaitlen. Let us leave this place.” “As you say,” Kaitlen agreed, turning to open the door. It didn't budge. She yanked on the handle again and was rewarded by nothing but a loud click. “What in the...oh, no.” “What is it?” Jenara asked quickly, her panic rising. “This door is designed to lock when closed. You say the guards here rob travelers? They must lock the high-class up here and go through their effects while they are confined.” “That would be far too foolish, even for them,” Jenara whispered. “They're not killing people, or there would be reports of missing citizens. And anyone they let go would inform real guards in any town.” “Not necessarily. If they only rob Lunambra citizens traveling to Jarkan, they would be too afraid to inform more Jarkan guards of the activities here. It is a huge risk, but as long as they do not do it often, and ensure their victims are fearful and weak-minded, it might be effective. A Queen and her guards, though...nobody would ever imagine they would have the nerve. By performing the unthinkable, they become unthinkable as suspects.” Kaitlen pounded on the door and screamed out loud, stomping on the wooden floor. The tower was large, but not large enough where she would not be heard. Still, there was no sound from below, and Jenara's heart sank. “My guards are dead,” the Queen whispered. “They are going to steal their armor and weapons, our horses, and my gold. Then they will kill me as well and bury the lot of us in the forest. I cannot believe I fell into this trap. I cannot believe this is happening again.” “This has happened in the past?” Kaitlen asked, tilting her head curiously. “Something like it,” Jenara answered vaguely. “Listen, you say that you did not bribe the guards. So tell me, how did you get in here? And do not give me any horse shite about sorcery.” Kaitlen looked down at her feet. “I've been planning an assault on the Royalty of Lunambra for weeks now. I've been living in the forests of Lunambra, along with a party of bodyguards, figuring out your routines and trying to determine the perfect time to strike, had you not paid the gold I demanded from you. We rode a distance behind you after you left Lunambra yesterday, and when we saw you were camped for the night so close to this tower, I knew you would stop here for food come morning. One of my guards had been stationed here in the past, and told me of this room, where they sent Royalty and other high-class citizens. I figured it was common hospitality, not a shakedown. He walked right in unnoticed, as they wear the same armor, and lowered a rope for me. He pulled me up, and I've been in here since late last night.” “Why are you half naked?” Kaitlen's face went flush, and she looked even further down. “I had armor on, but my companion could not pull me up. I had to remove it, and had nothing else to put on.” Jenara sighed quietly, rubbing her thighs together as best she could without it being seen. “See, that's better. So your guards will soon realize something is wrong, and attempt a rescue?” “I'm afraid not. I told them to come retrieve me tomorrow morning. I had a lot of plans for you and the Prince. And the Jarkan guards below have no idea I am here, they think it's you screaming and stomping.” Jenara glared at her. “You do understand that Prince Baeden is the best warrior on this continent? How you intended to bring down the both of us is far beyond me.” Kaitlen looked down, raising the front of her dress again. There was a vial of green liquid strapped to her inner right thigh. “A toxic mixture. If I shattered it on the ground, it would render you and the Prince unable to move for many hours. I've built a resistance to my own potions over the years, so I would have had the both of you all to myself.” Kaitlen strode across the room and sat herself on the bed. “Might as well sit down. We may be here for a while.” ********************** Part Six - Descent ********************** It was midnight. The new moon could be seen in the sky from the room's window, and many stars sparkled around it. It was a beautiful sight, but Jenara ignored it all. Within sight of Kaitlen, she was unable to use her hands to help relieve the incredible pressure within her body as her bladder stretched to its very limits. Every passing second, her mind told her just use the chamberpot, but everything she knew as a Queen demanded that she do nothing of the sort. She was laying on the bed with her eyes closed, focusing all she had on staying dry. Kaitlen was sitting beside her, awake and staring at the wall. Jenara felt the false sorceress shift and stand. Seconds later, her ears were assaulted by a loud, liquid hiss. Jenara opened her eyes and turned her head, seeing Kaitlen spraying a powerful stream of wee into the chamberpot. The sound echoed around the room, and the Queen squirmed in agony, trying to maintain her composure as her bladder throbbed incessantly within her tortured body. With the sound and the sight of the light golden liquid pouring out of the other woman's privates, Jenara threw her head back and gasped out as a two-second long and powerful leak flowed into her dress, unheard over Kaitlen's stream. The woman was looking away as she relieved herself, and Jenara pulled her dress up quickly and patted herself between her legs. The front of her underskirt was stained in a straight line from the pressure of her leak, and her bottom felt damp. This is unbelievable. It may dry by morning, but I cannot move and I simply cannot let out even another drop. Jenara turned to Kaitlen, staring daggers at her back. “You should know better than to do that in front of a Queen,” Jenara hissed. She had to say something, but she did not want to antagonize the obviously unstable woman more than she needed to. “Oh, I thought you were asleep. I am sorry, but I was really full. I've been holding it in since this morning.” Jenara had a sudden fantasy grow in her head, a vision of herself with her hands around Kaitlen's throat, shoving her out the room's window as she pissed freely on the floor. Jenara shook her head and closed her eyes again, screaming internally in an attempt to mentally drown out the sound of Kaitlen's wee. However, it soon slowed to a trickle and stopped. Jenara turned over again as Kaitlen stood straight, pulling down her dress. Jenara caught a glance of the contents of the chamberpot before Kaitlen picked it up; it was less than half full. “Oh, I really needed that. I was starting to leak in my dress. Again, I'm sorry for doing that in front of you, but what choice is there?” She walked to the window and dumped the container of wee into the grass far below. Hold it in, like a real woman, Jenara thought angrily at her. Witnessing Kaitlen relieve herself had instantly cemented Jenara's will to contain every drop left inside of her. She knows that I am in need. I cannot give her the satisfaction. Kaitlen placed the chamberpot back beside the bed, and laid down next to Jenara. They were silent for a long time, and Jenara had somehow almost managed to doze off, when she was startled awake by a surprisingly loud snore from Kaitlen. The woman was out cold. Jenara's thoughts immediately flew to the chamberpot. If I can get out of bed without waking her up, I can go to the other side of the room and wee just a little. A ten second release won't change the shape of my belly, but it will allow me more time. Then I can just dump it out the window. She'd never know.” Slowly, gingerly, she slid her left leg off the side of the bed. Her right followed, and she painfully sat up as the bulge of her bladder contracted in protest of her movements. She stood up and crept along the wall, circling around the bed and grasping the chamberpot by the rim. She carried the pottery to the other side of the room and set it down on the floor, quickly pulling up her dress and pressing into herself with both hands. She settled into a squat, and focused her muscles on only letting it dribble out of her. The torrent she wanted to release would wake Kaitlen for sure. She felt her lips quivering in effort to let out only the smallest drop, and she held in a gasp of surprise as she heard shouting and thundering footsteps from below. Kaitlen snorted and sat up immediately, and Jenara got to her feet without relief for the third time since this all started. As she straightened up, she felt a strong spurt burst out of her. It ran down the inside of her thighs, settling on the wooden floor beneath her. It was only one more second, but she could feel it puddling around her feet. She stepped forwards, praying to the Heavens that it would not be seen in the darkness. As Kaitlen stood up and stepped to the door, Jenara grasped the chamberpot and hobbled across the room unseen, depositing it back in its place beside the bed. Then she joined Kaitlen at the door. Five minutes later, a strong knock shattered the quiet night. “QUEEN JENARA, ARE YOU SAFE?” It was the voice of Jason. “We're alright, Jason,” Jenara shouted. “What about you four?” “Yes, we're fine, we've killed every last one of these cunts. And what do you mean 'We'?” “There's another woman in here with me, held captive by them as well. We must free her too.” “Yes, of course. We cannot open the door, but Kevin's taken a war hammer from the armory downstairs. Stand away from the door.” Jenara and Kaitlen did as they were asked. “Wait, who are these men?” Kaitlen whispered. “Were they on the wall when I...” “I honestly do not know,” Jenara answered, not needing her to finish. It was true, all the guards and knights looked the same when they had helmets on. “Oh, no. I don't want them to see me. What if they recognize me?” “Here,” Jenara said quickly as the first powerful strike crashed into the wooden door, rattling everything in the room. She grunted as she bent forward, the entire lower half of her body shaking in effort to contain her water, and she grasped Kaitlen's dagger that still lay on the floor. She then raised the side of her dress, ripping off her underskirt and cutting off a large rectangle of fabric, making sure it was untouched by any wee that she had leaked out. By the time she was done, there was a large hole in the center of the door, but the darkness still concealed them. She handed it to Kaitlen, who quickly wrapped it around her head like a shawl. Jenara let her dress fall and sprinted to the window, throwing out the remainder of her underskirt just as the door crashed open and Nick came tumbling in with his new, already-battered hammer. Jason and the others followed him in. “Glad to have you back, my Queen,” Jason said with a deep bow as Kevin stood aside, breathing heavily. He also gave a quick nod to Kaitlen. “And who are you? Why do you hide your face?” “Can't you see that she isn't properly dressed?” Jenara scolded him quickly. “She is rightfully ashamed, but she is not at fault. Now guide us out of this terrible place, as quickly as you can.” “As you say,” Jason nodded, turning around and jogging away. Jenara followed, leading the semi-blinded Kaitlen by her hand. Her trip down the stairs was still difficult, but even though she was definitely more desperate now, it was much easier than ascending them the previous day. The effort of pushing her weight up the stairs using the muscles in her thighs made holding her wee impossible, but simply letting herself drop down the steps caused no leaks. “The Ladies may want to avert their eyes,” Drake warned. Neither of them did so as they walked through the entrance hall of the tower. Corpses littered the ground, scattered like rags in their own blood. “I underestimated you four,” Jenara said. “You will all be generously rewarded for your actions here today.” “Honor and Glory are the only rewards we desire,” Jason said proudly. “Let our efforts be known to the Kingdom and the General.” You won't be seeing the General again, Jenara's thoughts tried to tell them. “Of course, it is the very least I could offer. If I may ask, what happened down here? I am grateful for the help you have given me, obviously, but if you were going to fight your way up to us, why did it take all night?” “Tis a fair question,” Drake answered. “They gave us drugged whiskey soon after you retreated upstairs. We woke up naked in a basement lockup. We were stuck in there for many hours, when Nicolas managed to pry a stone loose from the wall. We took turns smashing the door down with it, and we came out in the armory. They had stored our arms and armor down there, as well as their own and much we did not recognize. Probably all stolen. Anyway, we equipped ourselves and burst into the entrance hall. I knocked the torch down and stomped it out; our eyes were already adjusted to the dark and theirs were not. Many of them were asleep. Then we went outside and took out the guards at ground-level, and Jason shot the tower guard with a crossbow we took from the armory. And then we came for you.” “You were truly brilliant,” Jenara said to them, finally wearing an authentic smile despite her still-growing desperation. “I just hope our horses are-” “S-stop,” whimpered a small voice to their left. The group stopped and turned towards it, and Jenara glared as she spotted Curtis himself lurking in the shadows of a support beam. “This w-was an- an act of war. When the Capitol fff-finds out, you- you'll, you-” Jenara stepped forwards, tearing Kevin's sword from its sheath and thrusting it through Curtis' throat. The pathetic man stumbled slowly to the floor as Jenara shoved the tower doors open, ignoring her guards' stupefied gazes, and she stepped through into the early morning light.
  5. ******************** Part One - Remember ******************** The door to Baeden's chamber flew open, crashing into the stone wall. A guardsman jogged in, breathing heavily from the effort of running in his armor. “My Prince, there is a...problem,” the guardsman said softly. Marina looked up from the sheet she was pressed into, seeing the armored man standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face. Prince Baeden was leaning back on his bed beside her, but sat up at the man's words. “What is it? Speak plainly,” Baeden ordered. “Knights Ryder and Finn were on a border run. When they reached the peak of Lom's Hill, Ryder spotted flags approaching from a vast distance away, from the south. Upon looking through a spyglass, they saw that it is a small army from Jarkan, and they drag siege engines along with them. There are no towns or cities between us and them...they come for Lunambra.” Marina saw the change instantly. During their first days together, she learned of Baeden's ability to transform between a sweet, loving man to an unstoppable crusader of wrath within the blink of an eye. He was on his feet faster than she could even track, and he stormed out of the chamber, slamming the door behind him. The guardsman looked awkwardly to Marina. She was stretched out along the bed, obviously on the receiving end of some very recent and energetic sex. Her right breast was hanging free of her loose burlap shirt, and her long skirt was pulled up, her womanly parts showing in the open air. She slowly closed her legs, never taking her eyes off of the guard. “I will say nothing,” said the guard. “Tis a Prince's right to bed who he shall, despite what some other royalty may think. If he means to continue having you, please tell him to remember that his door has a lock on it.” He pulled open the door and stepped out, and she heard his clunking footsteps retreating towards the staircase. The moment the hall went quiet, she jumped up from the bed and pulled her shirt closed, letting her skirt fall over her legs. She slid out of the door and jogged down he hall and descended the stairs as quietly as she could. Following the wall along to the meeting hall, she flattened herself against the floor and placed her ear against the crack under the door. The muffled voices grew clear, now. “-Think they have the element of surprise. We know they approach from the south, a simple but effective tactic to avoid our usual watch in the east. We will bring all of our ballistae onto the southern walls, as well as digging out trenches to slow the advance of their siege engines. Nathan, go to the mason immediately and tell him to completely seal off the southern gate with stone, and reinforce the northern gate, though we must still be able to open it enough to fit horses and carriages. You all know how to prepare for a siege, I do not need to say all this, it just wastes time. Get it done.” “Yes, Sir!” shouted numerous men at once. There was a clamor as they all retreated from the rear exit of the chamber and into the barracks. Marina stayed where she was, wanting to be sure they were gone before she moved. Just as she was about to stand, her eyes went wide as she felt something slam up hard between her legs. She screamed at the top of her lungs and flipped over, twisting her legs shut and scrambling backwards. Baeden leaned against a stone column, an apple in his hand and a proud grin on his face. “You bastard,” Marina started. “What do you think you're doing, frightening me like that?” “I could ask you what you are doing,” Baeden argued, “laying outside a private meeting with your skirt up and your cunt out for anyone to see. You already gave that guard a brilliant sight.” “I didn't know it was showing,” Marina whispered, standing up and patting her skirt down. “You didn't have to kick me there, though...” “Oh it was barely a tap, I've given you worse poundings than that in bed, all of which you seem to have greatly enjoyed.” “Well, you seem to be in good spirits now anyway,” Marina said. “You are confident that we need not worry about this attack?” “Aye,” Baeden confirmed. “Their armies are weak, they rely on their technology and siege engines to claim small cities, and turn the civilians against their kingdoms with promises of great wealth. It's almost humorous that they think their tactic would work here, every civilian is fed and housed, and our army is greater than any in a thousand miles in every direction. Their siege will fail at the first trench as we rain ballista fire on them. Their engines broken, they will retreat before they risk losing too many of their already limited men.” “And the citizens will be safe?” Marina asked. “Well,” Baeden started, “there is always a chance of a stray catapult stone landing somewhere it shouldn't. But this is no problem, it is common knowledge that in the event of a siege, all noncombatants are to seek shelter in the treasury. It is buried under twenty meters of stone, nothing can ever penetrate it. You will be there, along with all the other women and children of the city, until I deem things safe.” “That many people in a small room cannot be pleasant,” Marina said. Baeden grinned and looked at his feet. “You could say that. When I was a child of twelve, I was kept in there for nearly a full day. As you know, we used to have a problem with natural gas explosions beneath the castle. One of them killed my father when I was only a baby. Anyway, when I was twelve, a series went off that sounded exactly like catapult fire. Everyone thought we were under siege, and all the women of the castle and many from the city were brought into the treasury by guards. I have a feeling that this event is the cause of my...er, quirks. My fascination with women holding their wee as long as they can, and so on. After a few hours down there, beautiful, noble ladies started wetting themselves on the floor with absolutely no other place to go. Watching them squirm about, watching how they chose to relieve themselves... Some went through their underclothes to preserve their shame, while others disrobed, squatted, and went freely to avoid wetting their dresses. Over the time I was in there, everyone in the room had lost control of their waters. I watched at least fifty different women and girls do it in fifty different ways, and by the time the treasury door was opened, there was nearly an inch of it on the floor and I couldn't feel my cock. Since then, I've been unable to get the thing out of my mind. Every Princess I've been with, I wished with all my heart that I could just tell her 'Hey, there's nothing I would love more than if you could drink three liters of water and stand here 'till you piss yourself,' but obviously I could do no such thing. This is part of why I love you so much, that you understand this about me and enjoy it yourself.” “Did you?” Marina asked suddenly. “Eh?” “Did you wet yourself, down there in the treasury. I find it hard to believe that you outlasted fifty adult women when you were just a child.” Baeden grinned. “You should know this by now, Marina. Men cannot relieve themselves when they're excited, and I was ever so excited the entire time. When I got out, I was in such pain that I was sure my bladder had burst and I would soon die from it. I somehow made it up into my chambers, and with the slightest touch, I got off for the first time in my life. And then I soaked the floor.” “The first night we made love, you lost control inside of me. Were you not 'excited' then?” Baeden's face went red, which was a very rare phenomenon for him. “I, uh...” He frowned, absentmindedly pulling on the neck of his shirt. “Tell me...please,” Marina begged, staring cutely into his eyes. “Bloody hell, fine,” Baeden snapped. “Before the ride back home, when my mother pulled you away to scold you about her sword, I started leaking when I climbed into the carriage. I was not going to make it. I did the only thing I could think of, I...” Marina was listening intently, and she squinted at him as he stopped the story. “You cannot stop now. Tell me what happened.” She pressed herself up against Baeden, pulling the sides of her shirt down to reveal her breasts. “You are a real vixen, you know?” Baeden sighed. “Alright. I was about to wet myself on the carriage floor, so I took my cock out and tried to get it hard so I couldn't let any out. I got a little too into it and ended up having to shove it back into my pants as I...” “Oh, mmmmy God,” Marina gasped, her mouth opening in an astonished smile. “You got off in your pants. Oh that is great.” “I pissed myself a good bit too. My underclothes held most of what I leaked out, and thank God it was dark by the time anyone else saw me. Men need some time between pleasures, and when we were making love, I was not all together yet. So now you know how I managed to wee while we were going at it.” “You've gotten me all hot now,” Marina moaned, pressing her breasts up against Baeden. I know you must prepare for the attack, but you won't leave me like this...right?” Baeden looked up, feigning uncertainty. “Mmm, we've got time.” But first, do you remember what happened to you? What made you like what I like?” “Well,” Marina started. “I only realized it after I met you. But I think I might know where it started. The story is not very dissimilar to yours. Six years ago, I was only a girl, I was locked in a closet by another servant who was trying to get closer to the Queen by making me look bad. I had a water barrel in there, and I went at it generously. Obviously I was bursting in a couple of hours, and I was pressing my hands between my legs and rubbing at it when I realized that it felt kind of nice. I did some very unladylike things over the next hour after that, and soon I really couldn't hold it anymore. I was freaking out a bit, leaking in my pants, and in my squirming I accidentally knocked a stone loose in the floor. I managed to pull it out and I weed through the hole there, it just went into the dirt. Finally a guard heard my shouting and let me out. The girl who locked me in there was stripped, clapped in irons, and chained outside the castle all day. She pissed herself twice, in front of everyone, which amused the hell out of me...” “Where was I for all this?” Baeden asked with a chuckle. “I remember, actually. You were out on a hunt with the Senior Knights. Nobody told you about it?” “No, I would remember that,” Baeden said sadly. “I would have liked to see it.” “If you like, you can chain me up in your room and watch me do the same,” Marina offered with a smirk. “I would like that,” Baeden agreed. ***************** Part Two - Name ***************** Two days passed since the approaching army was spotted on the horizon. The city was prepared for war, and all able men were armed and armored in preparation. Lunambra did not draft soldiers, rather all men were soldiers, trained from childhood. Such a small city could not afford to have weak men. Baeden awoke to a knock on his door. "My son, General Gaston calls for you. May I enter?" Baeden cursed and quickly threw his thick blanket over Marina's naked form. She was still asleep, and she gasped as he shoved her towards the back of the bed. She caught on quickly though, and stayed still and silent. "Enter," he called, covering himself with a sheet. The door creaked open, and Queen Jenara stepped in, already wearing the ornate red and black dress that female Royalty wore during wartime. "Are you prepared for today, Baeden? Your men stand ready on the walls, the ballistae are loaded, and the trenches are dug." "That is good news," Baeden said. "What does Gaston want with me?" "I've been told that an ambassador from Jarkan's army has approached the southern gate in the dead of night, and has been waiting there since. A woman who claims she is a sorceress, but you know how that goes. A bit of food dye in a glass of water and suddenly everyone thinks you're God's messenger. Anyway, she asks to speak with the military leader here. You had best answer her request." "Send word to the wall that I will arrive inside of thirty minutes," Baeden yawned. "Of course," Jenara confirmed. "Another thing, have you seen Marina anywhere? All the other serving girls are already in the treasury, and I had to put on my own dress, like an animal. I'll give her a thrashing for this..." Baeden felt the blanket behind him shift uncomfortably. "Please do not be angry at her, I sent her down to wash my best shirt just an hour ago. It is my fault." Jenara blinked and tilted her head. "She was in here? You are not even dressed." Baeden barked out a fake laugh. "No, she woke me by calling through the door, like you did. I told her last night that I would want my shirt washed, but she was tending to you and I had already fallen asleep by the time she came to pick it up and I did not awaken to unlock the door...I was exhausted from training. She is not to blame." "As you say," Jenara sighed. "If you see her on your way to the wall, send her to the treasury. I will be down there shortly as well." "Aye," Baeden agreed. Jenara stepped out and he could hear her heeled shoes clacking down the hall before fading into silence. He reached back and patted the blanket, and Marina's straight red hair poked out. "You are a bit too good of a liar," she chuckled. "Makes me wonder if anything you've told me before is horse shite." Baeden ran his hand through her hair. "The only thing I could never accurately explain to you is how much I love you, because there are no words in the English language strong enough to describe it." Marina moaned quietly and pressed her face against Baeden's shoulder. How he wished he could stay here with this amazing girl, but he had a duty. He rolled away and stood, and Marina stared at his manhood that stuck to his left leg. He strode to the chamberpot and held his member, ready to relieve himself in front of her. She stretched and stood, and began walking towards him to do the same. Suddenly, the chamber shook as a thunderous crash sounded from outside the walls. Baeden grasped Marina's arm, eyes wide. "Catapult fire. I thought I was supposed to speak with an ambassador! Get to the treasury, NOW!" Marina gave a fearful nod, pulling on her burlap clothes and sprinting from the chamber. Baeden rushed to his wardrobe, throwing on an undercoat and leather pants, and his personal suit of chainmail over it. If the attack had already started, there was no time for plate. He rushed from the room and thundered down the stairs, bolting across the courtyard and up the wooden steps to the inner wall. He followed the wall over the city, and finally he stood over the southern gate, which had been completely sealed shut, although this was impossible to see from the outside. No catapult fire had followed the first shot. Baeden leaned over the wall and saw her standing there, a thin, young woman in a green dress that draped over the floor beneath her. She was staring angrily at the top of the wall, leaning slightly forwards with her arms held in front of her. Baeden climbed onto the stone barrier, grasping Lunambra's flag for support. "MY NAME IS PRINCE BAEDEN, HEIR TO THE KINGDOM OF LUNAMBRA. YOU COME WITH SIEGE ENGINES AND AN ARMY, YET YOU STAND THERE AS THOUGH YOU SEEK PEACE. RETREAT, FOR YOU SHALL FIND NO PEACE HERE." The woman continued to stare at him. "My name is Kaitlen Marel, though I should not have to tell *you* that. I am the most powerful and feared sorceress on this continent, and if you will not hear my words, I will burn this city to the ground with no more than a thought." "If you could do that, why do you need the catapults, I wonder?" Baeden grinned as the woman's mouth curled into a frown. "Speaking of catapults, I heard one fire. What was that about?" "A simple test fire into the dirt next to the castle," Kaitlen spat. "The rest will be far more accurate." "Tell me what you want, witch," Baeden shouted. "I am a busy man, and have little time for games." "This can come to a peaceful solution," Kaitlen yelled back. "All our Lord asks is that you return the hundred kilometers of land you claimed from us thirty years ago. We must expand our farmlands and open new trade routes, and your old King has made it very difficult." Baeden went quiet. He was unaware that they had even claimed land from Jarkan in the past. He turned around and whispered to a guard; "Fetch my mother, she is likely in the treasury." The guard nodded and ran off. Baeden turned back to Kaitlen. "I must discuss things with my mother. Wait there until she arrives." Baeden blinked as she let out an exasperated sigh, leaning even further forwards. Baeden knew that stance, she was very desperate for a wee. He grinned even wider at this, but said nothing. It was twenty minutes until Queen Jenara stepped onto the wall. Kaitlen watched as the two remaining members of Lunambra's royal family whispered in each other's ears. Ten minutes passed, and she rubbed her thighs together, unseen under her dress. Finally, Baeden turned back to her. "As I am sure you know, Lunambra is allied with Valdus. The current monarchy has no interest in expanding to the south, you may have your land back without a struggle. No need to be summoning no hellfires, milady," he finished in a mocking accent. "This is great news," she said, ignoring his taunt. "I will inform our general with haste. But before that, and this is embarrassing to ask, but I wonder if I may be allowed into the city and given a private place to relieve myself. You have kept me waiting here since midnight, and I have had much water to fight off the heat." Baeden feigned deep thought for a moment. "I apologize, milady, but the gate has been sealed from the inside to defend against your siege. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't physically let you in." Baeden grinned even wider as her eyes suddenly grew fearful. "Is there no way in? I am in an urgent state." "No way, I'm afraid," Baeden quipped. "There's a patch of trees right there, it worked for Adam and Eve." "Where all your soldiers can look on my body? I think not." "If you are a sorceress, you can do something about it, eh? Teleport into the lake, or close up your holes down there, how's that work?" "Damn you!" Kaitlen shouted. "You are a...a shameful, embarrassing, menace! And I...I must be able to concentrate to use my magics!" "Well, sorry!" Baeden choked out, trying hard to stifle a laugh. "This is the best siege ever,” he whispered quietly to the nearest guard, who bent down to cough-laugh into his fist. "Guess you can try to make it back to your camp," he finished with an exaggerated shrug. Kaitlen let out a loud huff and turned around, slowly walking back down the road towards the catapults. Less than ten steps in, she froze. Baeden lowered his shield in front of him to hide his 'amusement' as a dark spot began to slowly spread in all directions from under her dress. She stood there for over a minute, and the wetness had spread five feet around her. Despite all this, she kept her head held high and she strode away, eventually disappearing over a hill. Her puddle had spread even further, and a line had formed, dripping off the road and into the grass. "Well, I guess that's the end of that," said the guardsman that stood beside him. "Should I send word for the women to be released from the treasury?" "No," Baeden said, his face growing slightly more serious. "Agreements made with ambassadors have failed before, there is still a chance of an attack. They will stay in there until the catapults are out of sight of the city." "Aye, as you say," the guard agreed. ******************** Part Three - Treasury ******************** Marina jogged down the stone steps that led to the treasury. It took her a long time to get there, as she had only been through these halls once, and she lost her way a couple of times. A guard had pushed past her a minute ago, and she was following his lead. The guard showed up again just then, ascending the steps with Queen Jenara in tow. She gave Marina a quick nod and continued after the guard. Marina made it down the steps and saw another guardsman standing outside of the treasury door, and he unlocked it to let her through. She sat against the wall next to the door, and she waited for a long, long time. ***** Five hours passed since the catapult had fired, but there had been no sounds from outside after that. There was certainly no war raging above her. So why am I still trapped down here? She looked around the room at all the other women and girls, all nobles, servants, and wealthy civilians. As Baeden described three days before, everyone in the room was shifting about, squirming, and some were even holding themselves under their dresses. Marina was very full too, having missed her morning relief. But unlike many of these women, she was good at holding it in, and it did not bring her displeasure. She knew that the Prince and city were safe, and that let her focus on her surroundings. She slid her left hand into her burlap pants and pressed a finger along her flower, putting pressure on it. After all this time down here, the water barrel was nearly empty. It was only a matter of time, now. Twenty more minutes passed before the first victim showed herself. A young noble girl with long, jet-black hair and wearing an ornate gold dress grasped the arm of the woman next to her. “Mother, I truly cannot wait anymore. I am in such pain, and I...leak, with every breath I take.” “It is alright, Alyssa,” said the noblewoman. “I've been down here before, chances are that everybody here will have made water before we are released. How do you want to do it?” “I...I don't want people to see me down there,” the girl whimpered. Her mother just nodded and grasped the front of her dress, raising it slightly off the stone floor. Tears formed in the girl's eyes as a loud hissing started from between her legs, and a large puddle spread under her. She moaned her relief and leaned back against the wall. After that, the noblewoman started shaking her head. “Why bother,” she whispered. She reached under her long dress and tore her underclothes off, stuffing them down into her breasts. She hiked up the dress and squatted down, spraying her surprising supply of urine into the stone. “You are both disgusting,” another noblewoman said, staring at her with her nose crinkled. “Yes, and let us see how long you last in here, whore,” the girl's mother snapped. Ten minutes passed quietly, when Marina heard a soft cry beside her. She turned her head and saw a serving girl who tended to the kitchens, by the name of Layla. She had short blonde hair that was splayed against the stone, and bright green eyes that shone in the torchlight. Marina had met her before, but they had barely spoken beyond simple introductions. She was laying on her back with her feet against the wall and her spine arched with both hands on her belly. Marina shifted over and gently placed a hand on the desperate girl's leg. “Are you alright?” Marina whispered. Now that she was closer, she could see a very small wet patch on the crotch of Layla's pants. “Mmno,” she gasped out. “I have never been half this full, what am I going to do?” Marina tried hard not to smile. She knew exactly how the girl felt. “Would you like me to help you?” “What do you mean?” “If you've never weed outside of a chamberpot before, I can help set you up so you do not get any of it on you,” Marina answered. Layla's face went bright red. “I can't do that here, what is wrong with you?” Marina laughed out loud. “Two nobles just did it. Everyone else in here is going to, no matter if they want to or not. Trust me, when it's going to come out, there's nothing you can do to stop it. So you're better off letting go on your own terms and staying dry.” The girl began shaking her head. Marina sighed, reaching for Layla's waistband. She let out a quiet shriek and started to protest, and Marina saw the wet patch grow wider. With that, the serving girl bit her lip and leaned back again. Marina pulled Layla's pants down to about three inches below her womanhood, and then held the girl's knees, lifting them up and placing her feet right next to her rear. “Spread your legs,” Marina whispered. Layla was crying now, but she did as she was told. “Now listen to me, you're going to want to let it burst out, but you can't do that. You have to release it slowly or it will splash back and hit you, and make a puddle. You need to let it spray gently against the wall, and it will drip between the cracks and make no mess. Start to let it out.” Marina saw Layla's hard belly start to move about, but nothing came out of her. “I can't do it, I'm so embarrassed,” she said, pressing her hands between her legs. Marina grasped those hands and pulled them away, holding them tightly. “Just relax...close your eyes and imagine you are in your own room.” Ten seconds later, Marina saw a small stream start leaking out. She released Layla's hands and placed her own hands on the girl's belly, pressing down gently. The stream increased slightly, and soon hit the wall, dripping down through the cracks just as Marina thought it would. Looking around, Marina noticed that many of the trapped women had their eyes on the scene. A minute later, Layla was empty and had her pants back on. She was still beet-red and breathing heavily, but there was a smile on her face that could only follow such relief. Marina moved over and leaned back on her wall, squeezing her thighs together. To her amusement, over the next half hour, six women and girls had used her method to relieve themselves. One of them couldn't control it well enough, and she ended up laying in a puddle. Marina stood up. The weight of her bladder immediately pressed down on her, and she crossed her legs and leaned forwards. After it settled, she moved slowly around the room to stretch her legs. All the way in the back of the treasury, the crates that contained the city's gold and gems were stacked up a few feet away from the wall, leaving a gap large enough for a number of people. None of the other women seemed to have noticed it, they were all sitting near the door, hoping for escape. At least I might be able to piss myself in privacy, she thought. Marina looked around to ensure nobody was watching her, and she stepped behind the wooden crates. And then she froze. There was already a woman back here, her long cloth skirt pulled up over her breasts and both hands going to town between her legs. Marina's mouth fell open as she watched the unknown person getting herself off. Feeling bold, Marina stepped in and collapsed to the ground next to the girl. It took her a moment to realize she had company, but her eyes quickly went wide and she immediately pulled her hands to her sides. She was biting down on a strap of cloth to stifle any involuntary moaning, and the piece of fabric fell to the ground. Looking at her face, Marina recognized her as the stable girl that often rode with Queen Jenara, though she didn't know her name. “She told everyone to stay away from here,” the stable girl whimpered, her face reddening. “Who is 'she', I wonder?” Marina asked calmly. Putting herself in the girl's shoes, she knew that she wouldn't want a scene to be caused if she was caught doing that thing. “Nothing. Nobody. Who are you, anyway?” “My name is Marina. I'm a servant for Queen Jenara and Prince Baeden. I know you are a stable girl, but I fear I am unfamiliar with your name.” “It's Mary,” she said softly. “Thank you...for not shouting, I mean.” “It's no problem,” Marina offered. “I understand it.” “You do?” Mary asked. “Aye, suppose there's no point in hiding it since it's obvious you have the same, er, interests, as I do. All these women, soaking themselves and going freely. My interest is in men, but I will not judge you for enjoying otherwise.” Marina looked to the crates of gold. Two of them had been adjusted in such a way so people inside the small area could look out and get full view of the other women, but nobody could see in. “I hope you don't mind if I stay here. Seeing the other women lose control makes it harder for me to hold on.” Mary smiled. “That's alright with me-” “Marina?” Both of the secluded women started and sat up, seeing another standing over them. Marina recognized her quickly as Sabina, the woman that she and Baeden rescued from Olsha Fortress months ago, and who also carried a striking resemblance to Queen Jenara. “You're back,” Mary gasped. “Wait, no,” she sputtered, blinking up at Sabina. “What in the- Who are you?” Marina squinted at Mary. Could it be possible that she was shacked up back here with the Queen before she passed her on the stairs? That's not even worth thinking about,” Marina thought, shaking the mental image out of her head. “She's Sabina,” Marina answered for her. “She was held along with Queen Jenara at Olsha Fortress. The bandits mistook her for the Queen...an understandable mistake, obviously.” Sabina just nodded, and she spread out next to Marina. “We have a bit of a crowd back here, huh? The Queen told everyone to stay away from here or be banished, but I saw you come back here, and I'm an adventurer anyway. I love my home here, but I never planned to stay forever. Banishment would just move me on my way.” So it is true, Marina thought. The Queen is having relations with this stable girl. And I'm worried about spending time with Baeden? “What are you looking so mad about?” Sabina asked, staring into Marina's face. “Want me to get out of here?” Marina blinked and shook herself out of it. “No, please stay. I have more incentive to hold my water if there's people back here. I was just thinking of a bit of injustice I'm facing outside of this room, it is no matter.” “So you're desperate too,” Sabina sighed. “I knew that it might be a problem down here, but I wasn't expecting to feel like this so fast.” “Did you get to relieve yourself this morning?” Marina asked. “I did not, and I'm sure very few, if any, of the women here did either. Everyone was likely still sleeping when the catapult went off and the order to come down here was issued.” “I did not,” Sabina confirmed. “I'm good at holding it, I often had to travel with men in my past and that made it hard to find privacy. But this is a bad spot.” Sabina looked to Mary. “What about you? Are you full too?” Mary nodded, her face growing red again. “Bursting,” Mary said. “I'm glad you two are here, this is not something a girl should have to face alone.” Marina and Sabina both grunted in agreement. The three of them were pressed against each other in the small makeshift room, and Marina could feel the squirming of the two other women, and she was sure they could feel her's. I've never had any interest in women this way, and I'm not weeing myself quite yet, Marina thought, so why am I getting so wet down there? She reached between her legs and felt it, the sticky liquid that only resulted from excitement. Maybe...my enjoyment of holding it is not only limited to men. I know that I never wanted to lay with a woman, but their desperation is definitely turning me on. I know Mary is queer, but what of Sabina? Marina never planned on telling Sabina this. But if there was ever a proper moment, it was now. Marina rolled to her right and held her mouth close to Sabina's ear. “I know,” Marina whispered. “A few days ago, in the garden.” Sabina tensed up instantly, her face growing stoney. “You did not tell anyone?” “I did not,” Marina said. “Baeden was too distracted by me to notice you, but I spotted your hair inside that bush, and I saw what you were doing. Don't play coy, tell me the truth. Do you get off to the sight of women weeing?” Marina could feel Sabina's skin growing warm from embarrassment. “I never have before,” she whispered. “But seeing you riding the Prince like that, and then letting go over his hands...I had never seen anything like it, and it would be a lie to say that I did not love it.” Marina smiled and rolled onto her back again. “So that's it then” she announced to both of them. “All three of us are freaks. All three of us are desperate for a piss. And all three of us love it. I say there is no point in trying to remain proper. There is nothing at all to do for fun down here, and God knows how long we must remain. I vote we let go of what little shame we've got left, and we have some bloody fun.” ****************** Part Four - Contest ****************** As soon as she finished her speech, she felt Mary's warm hand on her thigh. “That sounds good to me,” she whispered. “I don't have anything better to do,” Sabina said with a chuckle. “What are we going to do?” Mary lifted her head up from Marina's other side. “How about we have a contest? The last one to wee wins.” Marina smiled. “I like that idea. What shall the prize be?” “I think it would be fun if instead of a reward for winning, the losers get a penalty,” Mary said. If I start losing control, I'll step outside of the hidden area here, hike up my dress, and piss on the floor in front of everyone. If Sabina loses, since she's wearing leather pants and it wouldn't show either way, the winner gets to wee on her. If Marina loses, she has to stand and go through her pants so everyone on her way back to the servant's chambers can see what she did.” The two others thought for a while, before nodding in agreement. “What of other rules?” Sabina asked. “Are we allowed to hold ourselves? Can we touch each other?” “We can do whatever we need to in order to hold longer,” Marina said. “And touching is allowed, it will only add to the challenge and the fun. We are allowed do whatever we can to make the others lose control first.” “Aye,” Mary agreed. “I guess we're ready then...” Mary took no time in turning on her side and placing her left hand on Marina's chest. She rubbed her breast through the burlap, but Marina swatted her hand away quickly and tore the shirt off, placing it on one of the crates of coin. Mary leaned over and began licking at Marina's hardened nipple, pressing it into her breast with her tongue. Marina pressed up between her legs with her right hand, letting her left wander to the front of Mary's dress. She pulled the fabric up and felt her way to the girl's flower, gently rubbing her middle finger along the tight slit. Mary's legs slammed shut, but Marina simply maneuvered her finger to enter Mary, and she pressed against the rough spot two inches inside. “Oh God,” Mary moaned, rubbing her thighs over Marina's hand. Seconds later, Marina felt her right hand getting pulled from its spot. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and felt Sabina slide her own hand under Marina's drawstring and into her burlap pants. Sabina tickled at the tip of her womanhood, flicking it with her thumb and rubbing the outside of Marina's vagina with her pointer finger. Marina returned the favor, pulling Sabina's drawstring loose and forcing the leather pants farther down her legs. Soon, all three of them were feeling the pleasure, and all thee of them were feeling their mounting desperation. Mary had her face pressed into Marina's breasts to stifle her sounds, and Sabina was biting down on a chunk of her shirt. Marina needed no crutch, as bedding the Prince had forced her to develop the ability to keep quiet no matter how much pleasure she felt. Marina smiled down at Mary. The younger girl was writhing about, her protruding belly visible under her blouse. Marina gently slid her finger out of Mary and moved her hand up, pressing lightly on the girl's solid bladder. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, but did nothing to stop Marina as she poked and prodded. Sabina saw what was going on, and took the opportunity to hold herself while Marina was distracted. Mary's eyes suddenly went wide, and she grasped Marina's arm. “Stopstopstopstop-” Marina grinned wickedly and pushed through Mary's grip with her superior strength, turning onto her side to embrace the stable girl. With one hand on Mary's left breast and the other on her belly, Marina pulled in and held her there, kissing the side of Mary's neck. Marina heard Mary release a strained moan, and she felt a hard burst of wetness spray against her leg. “She's losing it,” Marina whispered to Sabina. “You made the rules Mary, get out there.” Marina stumbled to her feet, clamping her legs shut, and helped Mary up. “I don't want to,” Mary pleaded. “I thought I could last long-” Sabina stepped forwards and pushed Mary's shoulder, and the girl stumbled out from behind the crates with a yelp. She shoved her hands and the front of her dress between her legs and bounced in place, looking helplessly to the two other women who blocked the way back into privacy. All the other women in the room had turned towards her. “I can't hold it in,” Mary whimpered seconds later. She opened her legs and pulled her dress up, and the flood found its way through her underclothes and splattered onto the stone floor. She exhaled in pure ecstasy and leaned on the wall as she felt the warm liquid surge out of her small body, spreading down her legs and heating her cold feet. The attention that Marina had given her, combined with the sudden relief, was too much for Mary's body to handle. The pulses started in the pit of her stomach, and she had to shove her hand over her mouth as she came where she stood. She managed to effectively disguise it as crying, and she barely made it back behind the crates before her legs gave out and she fell back next to Marina. Sabina smiled at Mary, reaching past Marina and stroking her hair. Mary was sleepily kissing Marina's chest, but now that she had her relief, Marina had lost interest in the girl. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, Marina allowed Mary to continue handling her body as she looked over to Sabina. “It's just you and me now,” she mouthed. “How do you feel?” The older woman smiled. “I feel like I am about to give birth to a lake. My cunt is quivering and throbbing, and each breath I take is a battering ram besieging my womanly gate.” Marina would have laughed, if she didn't know it would spell defeat for her. “Very poetic,” she said mockingly. “How do you feel, then?” Sabina asked. “It's hard to describe,” Marina whispered. “It's as though I've gone beyond regular desperation. The throbbing pain is gone, the pressure no longer comes in waves. Holding myself doesn't help anymore, and neither does shutting my legs. It's just a constant, overwhelming fullness that has taken over my whole body and mind. My muscles are the only thing keeping it in at this point.” Sabina had started pleasuring herself half way through Marina's description. “Where did a servant girl learn how to hold her wee that well? I always thought you castle-dwellers had no worry of this.” “You saw me with Baeden,” Marina said. “We've been engaging in this sort of fun since our little adventure at Olsha. Every few days he makes me hold on until I burst in my dress. Usually I just sort of...decide to let go, before the pain gets too great. But it seems to have strengthened me down there. Would you like to feel it?” Sabina's face went red. “Yes, I would,” she mumbled into Marina's ear. She felt Sabina's warm hand on her thigh, and soon it was pressing against her womanhood. She straightened her legs as Sabina's middle finger found its way in, and Sabina giggled as she felt the powerful contractions around it. “That's amazing,” Sabina gasped softly. “I'm surprised how good you are at this, but you should not underestimate me. I still have some time left.” “Holding my piss is not the only thing Baeden has been teaching me,” Marina whispered. “What else, then?” “A number of things. How to behave like a Lady when I need to, how to repair armor and weapons, how to fight with sword and spear. Also, he's taught me quite a bit of wrestling.” Sabina sensed that something was about to happen before she really understood what. She lurched a second too late as Marina's legs twisted around her soaking wet hand, locking it in place. “THIS IS CHEATING-” But Sabina had no chance as Marina rolled, pulling Sabina over onto her stomach. One maneuver later, and Marina was nearly sitting on Sabina's back, facing her backside and holding her legs in place. Spreading her legs a tiny bit further, Marina's full weight was on Sabina. “Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD!” Sabina moaned in agony, just before the hissing sound reached Marina's ears. Sabina stopped writhing, and Marina watched the woman's 'lake' flow freely from her privates, her leather pants still down past her knees. Mary scrambled to her feet and moved away from the rapidly spreading puddle, watching the thick, nearly clear stream surge out of Sabina. Marina leaned forwards and found Sabina's hole, sliding her thumb inside the woman and pushing hard on that special spot. Sabina bucked like a horse, gasping and moaning freely into the open air. Everyone knows what's going on back here, no point in worrying about it now, Marina thought. They've all wet themselves too, I'm sure that they would rather forget this entire ordeal than complain about us. A few moments later, Sabina's legs started shaking violently as she still flowed, and Marina felt the tightening and wetness that only accompanied a powerful orgasm. Removing her hand from the woman's privates, she saw the slick white liquid coating her thumb. She washed it off in Sabina's stream, holding her hands there until she trickled to a stop after a total of nearly two minutes. “You're a bitch,” Sabina wheezed into the stone floor. “How did you do that without soaking yourself too?” Marina slid off of Sabina's back, laying next to her. “Baeden taught me how to hold it in, and how to wrestle. There was quite a bit of both combined as well. The secret is to keep your back straight and not let your legs fold up and press on your belly. And now, I believe I get to wee on you.” Marina already had her pants around her ankles and was lowering into a squat. Do you want it on your chest, or between your leg-” KLA-THUNK All three women froze as the sound of heavy wood hitting stone echoed around the treasury. Marina forced herself to her feet again, leaning forwards with her legs slightly apart. A man's voice rang out to them. Prince Baeden's voice. “The siege engines have moved away from the city, and we have come to a peaceful solution. You are all free to go home. I know that many of you must feel embarrassed, but I understand how things work down here, so I've brought a crate of thick, dry towels. Use them as you see fit before returning to the castle. Marina stumbled out from behind the crates. Baeden's eye instantly caught her red hair flickering in the torchlight, and he smiled at her. Glancing around the room, she saw that she was the only woman who had stayed dry. All the others were still scattered about the treasury, some sitting in their own puddles, others were standing naked from the waist down, their wet pants folded in their arms, and still more were huddled in the corners, trying to avoid all the wetness. These must have been the women who chose to relieve themselves freely, as none of them were squirming or otherwise showing signs of fullness. Looking to Baeden, she saw a stance that she was very familiar with. He was standing with his legs at shoulder-width with his cuirass unbuckled, leaning back with his hands gripped in fists at his side and his abdomen protruding forwards. He was just as desperate as she was, if not more. She started crossing the treasury as smoothly as she could, her legs together and her arms out in a strained, ladylike stride. Marina noticed that only two of the women were using the towels to dry themselves off, all the others just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. She reached Baeden, and she stood beside him as the women filed out of the treasury. As soon as the last one was out, Baeden turned and slammed the heavy lock. Marina had noticed that Sabina and Mary were not among them, and she remembered how they could see out of the concealed spot through a gap in the crates. She smiled again, ready to give them the show of their lives. She turned to face Baeden, grasping his manhood through his velvet pants and kissing him passionately. He returned the kiss, then sniffed. “You smell like sex,” he whispered to her. “That should be no surprise. I've watched countless women wee themselves while I myself held on. I would be lying to say that I am not more excited than I have ever been.” “I am proud of you, Marina,” Baeden whispered to her. “You have no crutch to fall back on like men do. You held it all in with your own strength.” Marina held herself against Baeden's chest. “It's all thanks to you.” She fell to her knees and tore at his drawstring, letting the velvet fall to the ground. He was not soft, but not fully hard either. She watched it quiver and vibrate with his desperation, and she took it in her right hand, giving the tip a light lick. He moaned quietly, and she watched as a tiny drop leaked out of him. He caught himself and stepped out of the pants, grasping at his manhood. “You said you wanted to have me like you did our first night together,” she whispered. “I am far fuller than I was back then. So let us get on with it, before we both add to this puddle.” **************** Part Five – Limits **************** “Grab the dry towels and let's go towards the back of the room where it's more dry,” Marina said. Baeden nodded and slowly made his way to the crate, pulling the mass of thick towels out of it and throwing them around his shoulders. They gingerly walked across the silent treasury until they were just a few feet away from the wall of crates. Marina glanced stealthily at it, spotting the gap between them that Sabina and Mary were surely watching intently from. She stared right into it, and winked. She smiled as she heard a tiny giggle. “Enjoy,” she mouthed. Baeden was spreading the towels over the stone floor, layering them thick to create the best cushion he could manage. Soon he was finished, and Marina kneeled down on the towels. Baeden did the same, and they stared into each other's eyes. “Are you alright?” Baeden asked. “You are really still and quiet for someone so full. If you lost control down here, you can tell me. I won't be upset.” Marina reached out, taking Baeden's right hand and pulling it onto her belly. It was as hard as the castle walls, and as round as a guard's helmet. “I'm fine. Just too full to bother talking about it. It feels like my whole body has locked up.” “That's how I felt the night I met you, when we were resting under the trees. I never did thank you for that night, for allowing me to relieve myself with my pride intact. I was likely going to wet myself any second...I was really afraid.” He reached out his other arm and embraced Marina, holding her closer to him. She could feel his warmth radiating out from his desperate body. “You don't have to thank me,” she breathed. “I just wanted to see you do it so badly. You watched me wet myself, you took my clothes off, and I wanted to make it even.” She slowly leaned back, and he helped her down into the pile of towels. He grasped the waist of her burlap pants and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside. He watched as she spread her legs, her huge bulging belly showing under her burlap shirt. She untied said shirt, pulling it off and wadded it behind her head like a pillow. Baeden's shirt was next, the royal red flashing through the air before it landed near her pants. His organ was at full attention now, despite his desperation. She frowned, somewhat sad at the thought that she could never see him truly lose control like this. Was this even true, though? Surely if he was full enough, and if there was enough pressure, his body would surely have to let it out to save him from harm? She shook the thought away for the moment. He was leaning over her, breathing heavily, sweat gathering on his chin. “Take me now,” Marina moaned. Baeden did not need to be told twice. He grasped his manhood and guided it into Marina's soaked privates, pushing it into her to the very base of the shaft. He could feel her contracting and shaking from the inside, and he could even feel the weight of her bladder pushing down on his member. He stiffened his legs and thrust into her again, and she wrapped the blankets in her fists, squeezing them tightly. Each thrust rocked her backwards, and she could see her belly bouncing with Baeden's motions. She held it in though, timing her own movements so his body pressed right against her wee hole. They made love for twenty minutes, in every position they knew. He took her from behind, holding her bladder with his hands. She rode him for a long time, leaning forwards to kiss him as he held her breasts. She got off a total of seven times, spraying sex over Baeden's legs with each quivering orgasm. Eventually though, Baeden grasped her hips and lifted her off of him, laying her on the towels beside him. “I'm about to finish” he whispered. “I don't know how I've held off this long. I wish I could do it inside of you without the risk of pregnancy.” “It is alright, my love,” she whispered. “It is better off this way, because there is something I wish to see.” “And what is that?” Baeden asked. Marina grinned at him. She turned on her side, grasping his slick staff tightly with her left hand. She stroked it gently, blushing as it throbbed and pulsed in her hand. “You say that men cannot relieve themselves while they are hard,” she said. “I do not believe that. You just have to be full enough. I think you are...I want you to push on your belly as hard as you can while I pleasure you.” She wasted no time, tugging at him while she kissed and licked at it. He just went stiff. “Do it, my Prince,” she begged. “Push in on it with all your strength.” He opened his mouth to argue, but let out a gasp of pleasure as she circled his tip with her tongue. His hands slammed onto his belly, and he pushed in, massaging it and pressing down with his large hands. Marina smiled as his cock immediately grew even harder, fighting against her hand. She knelt up and began sucking on it, still stroking the base with her right hand. “I can't,” Baeden gasped. “It just won't come out.” Marina let go of his rod, reaching her hand across both of his. She leaned to her right, putting half her weight on top of Baeden's own pressure. He screamed out loud, and she felt it happen before she could get clear. Her mouth instantly filled with the hot liquid, and she fell backwards as he burst all over himself. “Yessss,” she hissed, watching the golden stream spray high into the air. She only hesitated a second before she climbed on top of him again, forcing him back into herself. It was the best feeling in the world, his warmth spreading all through her privates and into her body. As this happened, it was like a switch flipped inside of her. The metaphorical 'lock' that she felt earlier split open, and all the throbbing pressure and pain returned full-force. She screamed and sat straight, letting Baeden's manhood fall onto his belly. He cut off the stream as he watched her stand up, crushing her legs together and forcing her hands between them. She bounced and gasped, moaned and doubled over. Tidal waves of pressure crashed against her soaking, compressed flower. Her fingers grew slick as spurts started forcing their way out of her, despite her greatest efforts to hold on. Baeden grabbed his cock and started weeing again, directing it between her legs. It was the final straw, and her dam burst open. She came once more as she relieved herself over her lover. She went completely limp, sitting back down on Baeden, gasping at the ceiling as her body twitched involuntarily from the relief. She could see her own liquids spreading across his chest and dripping down his neck, the pressure spraying her wee with great force. She took him into her again, rocking back and forth, their waters mixing in their bout of passion. He suddenly tensed up, thrusting further into her, and reaching up to grab at her arm. He tugged weakly at it, and she felt another jolt in her womanhood. She frowned, looking into Baeden's eyes. He looked drained and exhausted, but she could see concern and worry in him too. And then she understood. He had his pleasure inside of her. She had not given him much choice in the matter. She smiled as she leaned forwards and kissed him. “It is alright, my Prince. I want to leave here soon. If I grow with child, it will only move me on my way. You know I always planned on leaving.” Baeden just nodded as he continued to soak the towels beneath them. Marina stood up as she still relieved herself, and it fell onto Baeden's organ. It was an altogether beautiful sight, two beautiful people doing the most beautiful deed. They both finished at the same time, and Marina leaned against the wall, rubbing herself between her legs. “With all this wee, it would be a miracle if you actually got pregnant,” Baeden said finally. “I'm sure it was all washed out of there.” Marina nodded. “Probably. We'll find out in about a week, either way.” “What happens in a week?” “I get my...you know,” she said, blushing. “Don't make me say it.” “Oh,” Baeden coughed. “Yes, I suppose we'll know then. I put spare clothes in the bottom of the towel crate. Let's change and get back to the castle.” They stood up and changed, and they both left the treasury together. Marina glanced over her shoulder to make sure the outside lock stayed open, and soon they were on the staircase back to the castle. ****** Still laying in Sabina's puddle, red-faced and astonished, both with their fingers inside themselves, Mary and Sabina looked at each other. "We've got a good Prince," Sabina whispered. And a good Queen, Mary thought to herself.
  6. ***************** Part One - Training ***************** Slinking through the trees with the agility of a cat, the Prince pressed himself against the stone wall surrounding the fortress. Marina came in behind him, much less gracefully, and stood by his side. Baeden stood tall and jumped, grasping the top of the wall and pulling himself up enough to peek over it. He glanced around, then dropped back to the ground. “The gate is on the other side of the fortress. I don't see any men, lets get over this wall quickly.” He held out his hands to Marina, and she stepped into them. He lifted her with ease, and pushed her up and over the wall, where she crash-landed with a loud thump. He then jumped again, hauling himself over and climbing down next to her. “Listen Marina, I mean no offense, but you move like a wounded cow,” he said, half as a fact and half as a retort to her 'Boar in a potter's shop' line. She stared at him indignantly, but he ignored her glare and continued. “You need to stay low, keep your legs loose. When you step, put down your foot heel-first and then roll your foot into the step. Watch and feel for branches or crunching leaves as you walk,” he whispered into her ear. “Alright, I understand,” she whispered back. They circled around the fortress, Marina doing her best to follow Baeden's instructions and remain silent. As she tried to loosen up the muscles in her legs, she felt the pressure in her bladder. She had been drinking from the canteen a lot more than Baeden. She squeezed her legs together for a few seconds, then continued to follow Baeden to the base of the fortress tower, and he peeked around the corner. He held up his hand, and again performed the 'Look here' gesture, and she crawled past his legs and looked where he pointed. Two guards stood a short distance away, positioned on small guard platforms built onto the stone walls. Looking around, she could see nobody else. One of the guards began to turn in their direction, and Baeden grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back into cover. “Marina, I hate to ask this of you, but do you think you can handle a crossbow?” “Well I've...I've never fired one, I've never killed-” “I know that, but are you willing to in order to save my mother?” Marina inhaled deeply. Despite the Prince's earlier words, she knew of war. As the Queen slept or was being handled by other servants, she had read many tomes on battlefield tactics, the use of weapons such as bows, crossbows, longswords, and ballistas. She was afraid of what she may feel if she killed a man, but she was also adamant about saving the Queen and, if she could be of any help, aiding the Prince. “I will do as you ask. You must pull the bow for me though, I fear I lack the arm strength for it.” “Of course,” he said, “but first I want to give you a quick idea of how to use this thing.” He handed the unloaded weapon to Marina. “Pay close attention to me. The guards are about fifteen meters away, and I estimate the draw weight of this crossbow to be about 130 pounds. The bolts have heavy iron broadheads. With all these variables, I anticipate a drop of no more than three inches during the bolt's flight. You need to brace the bow against your shoulder and look through this notch right over the bolt's fletching. Line up this notch with the nail on the tip of the bow. When you have an accurate sight picture, you need to slowly exhale and then gently rub the trigger, this metal bar right here. Do NOT squeeze it or jerk it, or you will lose all of your accuracy.” Marina did as he said, pressing the weapon tightly to her shoulder and looking down the sights. She aligned the notch with the nail, and when satisfied with her handling of the bow, she slid her fingers down the trigger until the string lock made a soft click, then lowered the bow. “I think I get how it works,” she said tentatively. “I wish you could take a practice shot, but we only have three bolts, we can't waste them. Listen, I'm trusting you with our lives here. Do not fire unless you know your aim is true. I'm going to circle the wall and take position underneath the guard on the left. You target the guard on the right. When you see me get underneath him and I wave, you can fire when ready. As soon as he falls, I'll take out my target before he can yell. Are you sure you can do this?” Marina nodded reassuringly. “Yes. Trust me, I can do this.” Baeden nodded, and took the bow from her. He placed his foot through the stirrup, effortlessly pulling the string into place and sliding a bolt down the body of the crossbow. He then pressed outward on the trigger until it clicked into place, ready to fire. He handed Marina the weapon and began to quietly sneak around the tower. She watched as he moved like a panther, so low to the ground that his chest brushed the leaves under him. He reached the short guard platform, and slid under the wooden supports. He gave her a wave, and watched for her attack. Marina lifted the bow, pressing it to her shoulder. Again she aligned the sights of the bow, and she leveled the front nail with the top of her target's head. Lifting her aim another tiny amount to account for gravity, she slowly reached for the trigger. Every bit of her focus was on her aim, and she began to slowly exhale. Just as her fingers brushed the trigger, the bolt released. It flew at an unexpected speed, burying itself into the back of the guard's head. As soon as he fell, Baeden lunged upwards, grasping the second guard's ankle and hauling him off the platform. He fell beside him, rolling into a choke hold and stayed there until the bandit stopped struggling. And with as little mercy as he had shown the others, he plunged his dagger into the bandit's throat to stop any chance of him waking up later. Marina gasped, falling backwards against the fortress wall. She was visibly shaken, breathing heavily and beginning to tear up. Baeden sprinted back to her, and wrapped his arms around her. “I'm so sorry, Marina. You shouldn't have had to do that.” “No it's...I know I had to...” Marina suddenly felt something and looked down. She realized just now that she was wetting herself, liquid pouring from the rear of her leather pants. She placed a hand over herself and squeezed, stopping the flow quickly. She just sat there and cried lightly as Baeden held her and they lay against the wall, Marina's head resting on Baeden's shoulder. “I'm sorry. I needed to, but I didn't want to...again...” “It's alright, Marina. You did a great job. However, we need to keep moving. Wait here a moment.” Baeden ran off again, and returned in a few minutes carrying a set of leather armor. “You're going to have to put this on.” Marina squealed and shuffled backwards. “I can't wear a dead man's clothes, it's-” Baeden laughed. “Don't worry, it's not from them. I found it in a storehouse on the other side of the tower, see, no blood at all.” Marina looked them over, and deciding they were indeed clean, agreed. “I took the smallest set I could find, but I'm afraid it's still much too big for you. Do what you can with it, though.” He politely faced away as Marina began to change. She kicked off her boots and pulled down her tight, wet pants, then she unbuttoned and discarded her leather coat. She stood there, completely naked with Baeden only a few feet away. She had not given him the courtesy of looking away as he changed, but such was the honor of a Prince. She picked up the leather greaves and pulled them up her legs, where they hung loose and the armored panels slid over her kneecaps. She then tried pulling on the cuirass, but the straps hung low and swung freely behind her. She looked at Baeden. “Excuse me, my Prince. I am inexperienced in the proper way to wear this sort of thing. I'd be very grateful if you would be willing to help me.” Baeden turned, seeing her draped in the extremely loose armor, the cuirass hanging low so her left breast was exposed to him. He grinned involuntarily and walked behind her. “Of course I'll help you,” he said quietly. “I'm going to be tightening everything up so don't start fussing or you'll get your skin caught in a buckle.” She smiled back at him, and stood still. He started by removing the cuirass completely and focused on the greaves, saying: “We need to get these on right or the waist of the armor won't sit properly.” He pulled her greaves up hard, and she felt them almost click into place, the armored panels resting on her thighs and shins as they should. However, the hard leather dug into her womanhood causing a good deal of discomfort. “Hey, wait. The pants are digging into my, well, you know,” she said, blushing slightly. “It hurts.” Baeden grinned again. “First thing, when you're talking about 'pants' with armor on them, they're called greaves. And the 'shirt' would be called a cuirass. The gloves are gauntlets, and the boots can either simply be called boots, or be considered a part of the greaves. And let me see what I can do about your problem there.” He ran off again, and soon returned with a small sheet of cloth. “I think this is a table napkin. It was folded and clean, so I say it's good enough.” Without hesitation, he pulled the greaves halfway down and pressed the cloth hard between her legs. She gasped and almost stepped back, but held her ground and smiled at the Prince. “Here, hold your legs together to keep it in place.” She did so, and he pulled the greaves back up as high as they would go, the cloth stopping the leather from rubbing directly against her body. He tightly tied the rope behind her, stuffing the remainder down by her rear. Marina couldn't stop grinning, she loved being handled as such by the Prince. She felt like she should be less submissive, but at this point she would let him do anything he wanted to her. She trusted that he would never harm her, so she let him fiddle around with her body as he put the armor on her. Next came the cuirass. He leaned in and whispered in her ear: “You know, the cuirass is supposed to go over a thick shirt or coat, you didn't have to take it off.” She blushed, and he bent over to pick up her leather coat. He placed it over her shoulders but did not yet button it. He placed his hands on her hips and ran them slowly up her torso, stopping just under her breasts. He allowed himself the quickest touch of them, then buttoned up her coat. He lifted the cuirass over her head, and tied the many knots and buckled the many straps going up her back and arms. He gave the final strap a hard tug, pulling the armor tightly against her breasts. Luckily they were small enough, or it would have been very uncomfortable. Finally he slid the gauntlets onto her hands and tied the final knots. She looked over at the last piece of the armor set, the boots. “I didn't think about it when I grabbed them, but those boots will never fit you. They can't simply be lifted or tightened like the rest of it. Luckily you were sitting down when you relieved yourself, so your own boots stayed dry.” He handed them to her, and she pulled them onto her feet, tying them tightly. She stood straight and swung her arms around, and shook her legs a bit. She tried crouching, running, and jumping. Once she had a feel for the armor, she took her place at Baeden's side again. “There's one more thing you need,” Baeden said, and he ran off once more. He returned quickly, holding his right hand behind his back. He held out his hand, which was holding a beautiful, shining silver shortsword. It had the royal crest engraved in the handguard, and the blade curved elegantly to a fine point. The blade was mirror-polished, but thick and heavy, radiating an air of lethal functionality. “The Queen's own blade. Small enough to hide under her robes should she need it. Fat lot of good it seems to have done her though, I saw it in the storehouse where I got your armor. Here, you keep it in the baldric there,” he said as he pointed to the iron loop hanging from the side of her armor. “Sadly there's no sheath, as it's sewed into the Queen's robes. Just be careful of where you're swinging your hands.” She took the blade from him. It was heavier than it looked, but not too much so. She held it out, and swung it clumsily through the air. The Prince laughed again as she turned a light shade of red. “This is much easier than the crossbow. Firmly grasp it, but don't press the top of your hand into the handguard, leave about half an inch of space. Most of your grip should be in your middle, ring, and pinky fingers. Leave your pointer finger loose, it makes it easier to handle. It's a one-handed sword, but your hands are small enough where you could use two for more power. It's a slashing blade, but it's perfectly capable of thrusting if it needs to. When you swing, turn your elbow towards your target, then snap your hand forward, rather than just swinging your whole arm. This makes your strikes less predictable as well as gives you extra speed and power. When you stab, turn your right shoulder and hip into it and thrust the blade horizontally. This makes it much more likely to slide between armor plates or under a helmet, as well as feels more natural, like a punch.” She did everything he told her as he said it, then had a few more practice strikes. When she felt more comfortable with it, she looked at him seriously. “I'm as ready as you can make me in one day. It's time to find her.” ******************* Part Two - Infiltration ******************* Baeden and Marina circled around the stone buildings. The Prince peeked into every door, finding another storehouse, a brewery, an empty armory, and what appeared to be some sort of torture chamber. The majority of the fortress was underground, and the nondescript buildings on the surface were all the same size and shape. Finally, they came to the last door, which was locked. Baeden stepped back and lifted his foot to kick it in. “No!” Marina hissed, shoving his foot back with her leg, almost knocking him over. “What's the problem?” he asked, regaining his balance. “Too loud. Give me the crossbow.” He handed the weapon to her, and she carefully removed the front sight nail and the trigger wire. She placed the crossbow on the ground, and inserted the two small objects into the lock. Baeden watched quietly as she fiddled with it, and after two minutes there was a soft ~click~, and she pushed the door slightly open. She put the sight and trigger back on the bow, and handed it to the Prince. “And where exactly did you learn to do that?” he asked. “I wasn't always such a proper servant, you know,” she said, gently nudging him. “Very well then.” He carefully slid into the building, sword held at the ready. “Clear.” He pushed the door all the way open, letting light flood the small room. There was a table and three empty chairs, a burned out firepit, and plates of food with nothing but crumbs and oil left on them. The room smelled of smoke; the fire had been recently lit. Baeden stepped lightly to the back left corner of the building, kicking a large square rug aside, revealing a trapdoor set in the stone. He tugged at the iron handle, and luckily it came loose. He opened it as quietly as he could, and dropped down, lifting a hand to help Marina down as well. The trapdoor led into a short, cramped hallway which transferred to a stone staircase a few meters away. He led her down the steps, until the sunlight faded almost completely. They stopped, and stood in the dark. “What do we do now? I can't see a thing passed this step,” Marina whispered. “There's no choice in the matter, we need to wait here until our eyes adjust to the dark. We'll break our necks if we keep going down without our sight.” He sat on the stone steps, and Marina did the same. She leaned on his shoulder and waited. Soon after, she downed the remainder of the canteen against her better judgement. Twenty minutes passed, and Baeden stood up. “I can see well enough now. We have to move on.” They took a few more steps down the staircase, and Marina stopped. “What is it?” he asked her. “I still need to wee, you know,” she suddenly said to him. “I stopped it before, but it's getting pretty bad now.” “I do too, Marina. But we've already got the armor on and we need to move now. Can you hold on?” “I will wait as long as I can, of course,” she whispered. She squeezed her legs together, then continued following Baeden. Down and down they went, finally reaching a steel door set in the cold stone walls. Baeden pushed, and it thankfully creaked open. Baeden stepped through, and shouted as he was slammed against the right wall of the hallway by a large man clad in the bandit's leather armor. Baeden kicked off the wall, knocking the man off of him. He spun, bringing his longsword around his body to strike, but stopped as he heard Marina scream. He turned to see she had been grabbed, another bandit behind her, his knife to her throat. Baeden lowered his sword, glaring at the two men. He heard thundering footsteps throughout the nearby halls, as four, six, eight more men surrounded him, the one holding Marina standing outside of their circle. The one whom Baeden guessed was their leader, equipped in both chain and plate armor, burned black to aid in stealth. “First the queen, and now the Prince. This is a lucky day for us indeed.” ***************** Part Three - Wrath ***************** Baeden gripped his sword tightly in both hands, but kept it lowered at his side. The bandits grinned smugly, and Marina cried softly from the corner of the hallway. The bandit who held her had slid his hand under her cuirass and was squeezing her right breast, his face buried in her neck. The leader raised his axe toward Baeden. “Drop the blade, kid. Yeh're outnumbered an' outmatched. Come quietly an' yeh'll be sold back to yor' kingdom unharmed along wit' yor' mother and this girl.” Baeden began to release his grip on the blade. He wasn't afraid of them, but he couldn't risk Marina along with him. As it was about to fall from his hands, he heard Marina shriek. He glanced over, and saw that the bandit now had his hand down her greaves, pressing into her womanhood. Suddenly the bandit shouted, pulling his hand free and violently shaking it. “This little cunt pissed on me' hand,” he roared. Marina's face hardened, and she spun, quickly drawing the shortsword and driving it through his chin and out the back of his neck. The other bandits turned towards her, and Baeden solidified his grip. Time seemed to move in slow motion as he charged forwards, slashing his sword upwards through the air, cleaving through one of the leather-clad bandits. He ducked and rolled under their leader's first swing, drawing his dagger and sticking it into the leader's leg. The man collapsed backwards, and Baeden lifted his left arm, deflecting a spear thrust from one of the other bandits. He pulled the spear forwards, slamming his sword hand into the bandit's face, and then slid his sword across the bandit's throat. Marina stepped forwards as the remaining eight bandits turned their attention to Baeden, and drove her blade through one of their backs, and quickly spun to slash the shortsword across the neck of another. Baeden had taken out another three of them, but got caught with a kick, forcing the sword from his hand. He ducked a sweep of a mace, lunging upwards and grasping the handle of the large club, and kicked the man in his groin, forcing the weapon from his grip. Baeden swung it down, crushing his skull and turned to slam another bandit to the gut. The remaining four looked on in horror and turned to run, but Baeden grabbed a sword from the floor, and ran down the two who were furthest back. He pulled his second dagger and hurled it through the air, driving it into the back of the last leather-clad man. Only the leader remained, but his heavy armor and wounded leg prevented him from getting far as Baeden drew the crossbow and buried the last bolt into the leader's spine, right in the gap between his helmet and cuirass. Baeden stood catching his breath, and Marina fell backwards against a wall and cried into her arms. He walked and sat beside her, holding her tightly. “I'm not going to ask you if you're alright. You're a warrior now, Marina. You've done what some men three times your size would be incapable of. I know you may need time to recover, and I'm sorry but there is none. We have to find my mother and return to Lunambra before night falls.” He pulled her to her feet, and she quietly followed behind him, her head down. “That was number thirteen,” Baeden said quietly. “He could have been lying, but I don't see how we'll ever find my mother in this maze without calling out to her. “MOTHER!” he roared, to no response. They kept walking and calling, and finally; “Baeden?” Very faint from far ahead. They sprinted through the hall, coming to a stop before a thick wooden door. He raised the heavy mace and swung it full-force into the lock, and the door shook but held. He swung again, and it crashed open and he walked through, weapons raised. The room was empty, a long, damp chamber with iron-barred cells on either side. A table and a large washbucket sat in one corner, and a torch was lit outside one of the cells. Baeden stopped in front of it and quickly looked away. Marina walked behind Baeden and stared into the cell. The Queen and a woman who looked remarkably similar to her both lay naked in the small cell. Baeden blindly handed the crossbow to Marina. “I mustn’t see this. Use your lock trick to free them. I'm going to go find clothes for them. Scream if you hear anyone coming from the other direction.” And he ran off through the back door. Marina dismantled the sight and trigger, and began working at the lock. Queen Jenara leaned up towards her, tears in her eyes. “I knew Baeden would come, but I did not expect you, Marina. Why would you not escape when you had the chance?” “Because I choose to be here, my Queen. Me and Prince Baeden helped each other on the way down here. Neither of us could have made it alone.” The jail door swung open, and Marina began working on the Queen's cuffs. The other woman was curled in the corner, her hands pressed against her crotch. At first Marina thought she was attempting to cover up, but it was now obvious that she was desperate to relieve herself. The woman stood and leaned forward, letting out a pained moan. She eyed the bucket which sat outside the cell and looked pleadingly at the queen. “Go ahead, girl,” the Queen said, with a slight nod. Marina was astonished, and decided the Queen must be more relaxed than she regularly seemed. The woman cried in thanks and began to hobble towards the bucket, and Marina looked on, hypnotized, as small spurts of urine began dribbling out of her as she walked. Finally she made it to the bucket, and a waterfall began pouring from her small body. It splattered to the floor, and she squatted and aimed herself into the bucket, gasping and moaning in relief. Marina shook herself free of the sight and continued working on the Queen's cuffs. Finally the last shackle fell loose, and the Queen got to her feet. The other woman was now laying against the wall, breathing heavily, pulses of urine still spurting out of her onto the floor. Marina looked at the Queen, and grinned slightly as she saw her belly protruding far beyond its normal size, and her legs squeezed together tightly. She even saw the Queen glance at the bucket, which was full to the brim, unfortunately for her. Just then, Baeden came back into the room, carrying the Queen's flowing robe and jewelery, and another small set of leather armor, apparently for the second woman. He handed the Queen her robe, still looking away, and he pulled the woman to her feet and began helping her into the leather gear while Marina helped the Queen into her complicated robe. *************** Part Four - Home *************** Once they were all dressed, they quickly made their way out of the fortress and into the fading sunlight. Marina had given the Queen her shortsword back, and taken another blade from one of the fallen bandits, as had the other woman, who had finally introduced herself as Sabina. However, there was no sign of further opposition as they hiked through the forest towards the main road. Baeden stopped and closed his eyes, listening through the trees. “Everyone, please remain quiet. I hear voices.” The group silenced themselves, as Baeden focused in on the sounds. And then he smiled. “It's a search party. I hear dogs and horses, and the wheels of a carriage.” They began moving quickly towards their rescue, but the Queen grabbed Marina by the arm and held her back. Baeden stopped and looked questioningly at her. “Go on, son,” she said to him. “I must speak to Marina privately about her actions today.” “Can't it wait, mother? We're nearly returned home.” “No, it can't wait. Now do as I ask and meet the search party. We will catch up soon.” Baeden shrugged at Marina as he turned and walked off. As soon as Baeden was out of sight, the Queen groaned a long, anguished sound and doubled over, both her hands pressed tightly between her legs. Marina looked on in shock, and the Queen stared desperately at her. “Please, girl, get this sodding robe off of me this instant!” Marina quickly jumped into action, pulling the many bows she had previously tied in the sides of the Queen's robe. It took over two minutes to strip the Queen down to her underclothes, and she fell back against a tree and pulled her silk underrobe up around her belly. She gasped and moaned, obviously in a state of desperation Marina could barely even imagine. She stood against the tree, nearly naked, but she wasn't yet releasing it. “What's the matter, my Queen? We must hurry to the carriage.” “I know, but damn it all, it isn't coming out and I don't know why. I've never had need this strong in all my years but I just can't do it out here.” Marina bravely placed her hand on the Queen's shoulder. “Please, my Queen, just relax and do what comes naturally. You're going to hurt yourself if you haven't already, should you keep holding it in.” Tears began to stream down the Queen's face. “It's just not coming,” she moaned. “Sit down, here,” Marina said, motioning to a fallen tree a couple of feet away. The Queen did so, her legs spread wide. Marina stood behind the Queen and placed a hand around her, on her greatly bulging belly, and gently pushed in. The Queen gasped and gripped Marina's arm with great strength. Marina kept rubbing and pushing on the Queen's huge bladder, and finally, slowly, she began leaking onto the fallen tree. Breathing heavily, the Queen relieved herself before the servant girl. It started as slow spurts and leaks, but quickly escalated into a torrent that flooded the ground beneath her. Marina was amazed, even at her very limit she knew she could not have contained even half of this. The Queen reached down, and spread her vulva so the stream shot to the left, away from her robe which lay on a dry bush nearby. Finally the stream slowed, and eventually stopped. The Queen sat there, head in her hands, still breathing heavily and staring at the giant puddle beneath her feet. “I trust you will tell this to exactly nobody,” she said to Marina. “Of course not, my Queen. Honestly, I've had my own trouble with my waters today, I just wish to put all of this behind me.” The Queen grinned tiredly at her and nodded. After Marina put the Queen back into her robe, they traveled to the carriage where they were greeted by Baeden, Sabina, and six new heavily armed Royal Guards. The Prince was inside, with Sabina riding on the back. Marina helped the Queen to the front seat of the carriage, and Baeden motioned her to join him inside the carriage. She climbed in and sat beside him. “What was all that about, then?” he asked Marina. “She was mad at me for getting blood all over her sword, of all things. 'Oh, it's going to rust, you'll never get a decent meal again if it does, I tell you now,” and so on.” Baeden sighed and rested back against the soft velvet seat. “That's my mother, all right.” He leaned over to Marina and whispered in her ear. “I don't know what I'm going to do, Marina. I need to relieve myself this very second and there's simply nothing to be done about it.” Marina was taken by surprise, but quickly recovered. “I'm the same way. My belly is squeezing against this leather so hard it feels like it's going to crack. We just need to wait until we reach the castle. If this were the carriage we traveled to Valdus in, with its rotted out floor, we could have pissed right into the ground beneath us, but not in this fancy thing.” Baeden sighed and placed a hand on his groin, and Marina joined in, placing one of her small hands on his and the other on her own. She couldn't help herself, she began rubbing him and herself, and she quickly grew wet with excitement. Baeden took no time getting himself up either. Marina fumbled with the strings on his greaves, but he pushed her back. “I can't, Marina. I really don't think I could hold it if I did. I'm so close to losing control, I can't even describe it.” And so they rode in silence. After what felt like an age, they arrived through the Gates of Lunambra just as the sun set beneath the horizon. As they all dismounted the carriage, the Royal Adviser came out to meet them. After they moved into the Great Hall and gave the Adviser the quickest possible rundown of events, Baeden turned to the group. “I apologize, mother, but I have not slept in over forty hours. I would like to bring Marina with me to tend to my chambers as I sleep, if that is alright.” The Queen nodded at him. “Very well, I have plenty of fresh servants in my own tower. See that she's sent back in the morning. Oh, and Xavier,” she said, looking to the Adviser. “This woman is named Sabina. See that she is given permanent lodging in the Upper Ring, and have a decent wardrobe and food supply delivered to her with haste. Stop, do not question me,” she said quickly as he looked at her indignantly. “Just do as I ask, and now. This is an order. If I see she has been mistreated, there will be hell to pay. I am going to retire to my own chambers now. “Very well, my Queen,” said Xavier, and he bowed deeply to her. He motioned at the beaming Sabina to follow, and they wandered off into the city. “Goodnight, son, and thank you both,” she said quietly, nodding towards Baeden and Marina. She turned and walked into the hall leading to her tower. As soon as she turned the corner, Baeden and Marina began running towards the Prince's tower. They barely managed to crawl up the stairs, Marina already leaking into her greaves. She gasped and held herself, and Baeden had to pull her along before she wet herself right in the hallway. Finally they reached his ornate chambers, and they crashed through his door and bolted it behind them. He began tugging at her armor, stripping the cuirass off of her first, then her coat. He pulled his last dagger and cut the ropes on her pants, not having time to untie them properly. They dropped around her ankles along with the cloth she was using as makeshift underwear. She stepped out of the greaves, now wearing nothing but boots and gauntlets. She pulled off the gauntlets and tossed them aside, and began openly holding herself as she looked at the Prince. “I want you now, my Prince,” she whispered into his ear. He shivered and looked down at her. “As do I, I simply cannot deny it further. As soon as we relieve ourselves, we ca-” “No,” she interrupted. “I want you RIGHT now, I want you like this,” she moaned, rubbing herself against his shaking body. “Everything feels so sensitive, and I want to feel you lose control inside of me. Don't act like you don't want the same, I saw how you looked at me when I wet myself beside the carriage, and pissed in front of you in our shelter. You want this.” Baeden smiled at her. “I don't know what's wrong with me, but you're right.” *************** Part Five - Climax *************** Marina crashed onto the Prince's massive bed, and gasped sharply as she desperately twisted her legs together. Her hands rested on her belly, which was bulging prominently between her navel and her pubic hair. Baeden stood over her, violently tugging at his belt as his manhood pressed uncomfortably against his leather greaves. He finally unbuckled the belt and the greaves dropped, revealing his own hugely bulging bladder. He moaned, a primal noise of pleasurable agony as his body fought to its very limit. He placed both his hands on Marina's legs and slowly untangled them, pulling them apart. He had a full view of her throbbing privates, and her gyrating body that contained an ungodly amount of urine. He lowered his left hand down her leg and rubbed her womanhood, pressing into it with his palm and running his thumb along the engorged skin. Marina shrieked as she lost control for a second, spraying a small amount of her fluid directly onto Baeden's chest. He moaned again, and leaned into her, kissing her deeply, his own bladder pressing against hers. There were tears in her eyes, but she begged him not to stop, pleaded with him to finish what they started the night before. He held his erection, gripping it tightly and directing it towards her. He was amazed that he hadn't wet himself yet, knowing that his stiffness was all that stood in the way of it. He pressed the tip of his member against her, and she thrust herself upward, moaning loudly and rubbing her belly with both hands. He thought he would have trouble entering her, that she would be squeezing too hard to allow it, but was surprised when he slid fully into her with the slightest lean. She wasn't loose by any means, but she was so wet that it hardly mattered. He pulled back, then thrust into her again, to which she screamed in pleasure and gripped her hands around his waist. Her belly was open, and he placed a large hand directly on it and pushed, hard. She shrieked, and a spray of urine burst over his organ, soaking the sheets and causing his own need to impossibly increase. She managed to stop the flow, and leaned back again as he made love to her. For ten minutes this went on, both of them on the very edge of complete loss of control. Marina released several small spurts as he thrust into her and pressed on her bladder, but he managed to maintain full control. She wouldn't let him get off that easily, however. Marina raised her feet, and wrapped them around his body, pulling him into her as hard as she could, holding him there. She lowered her hands and began pressing into his stomach with both her fists. He shouted and tried to pull away, but she strengthened her grip with her legs and finally felt him start wetting into her. It was so warm, so wet, she felt it shoot up into her body, then gush out onto the sheets and floor. She couldn't stop it: She came, squirting a mix of urine and sex directly onto Baeden's rock-hard shaft. He spurt into her a few more times, but then pulled back hard enough to break away from her legs. He was leaning forward, grasping his rod tightly as more piss trickled slowly from it. “Why do you stop, my Prince?” Marina moaned desperately at him, twisting her legs together again and pressing both hands against herself. “I don't want to...inside of you,” he panted. “If you become pregnant, they will banish you from the castle. A servant cannot serve if she must raise a child.” “I understand. I wish to leave this place someday, and I know you do as well. But not like this. Very well.” She rolled forward, off the bed, landing in the puddle of their mixed juices. She grabbed his manhood and immediately began sucking on it, lovingly stroking his leg and shaft with each hand respectively. “No, Mari- I don't know if I can hold-” he gasped. She kept at it, and sure enough, after no more than a minute, he lost control entirely. He sprayed into her mouth, and she started, but quickly recovered and began drinking directly from the tap. She drank for ten seconds, and then gripped him as hard as she could, shutting the flow. He groaned in pain, looking down at her. “I can't drink anymore, and I can't hold it either. We can't finish in here, it will be impossible to clean up,” she moaned. “Chamberpot, where is it?” Baeden looked around the torchlit room, and to his horror, he saw that the chamberpot was missing. A servant must have forgotten to replace it before they arrived. His body pushed against Marina's hand. It hurt, badly, but she was right. There would be no explaining it if they released themselves fully inside his room. “I have an idea. The torch-” Swatting away Marina's hand and replacing it with his own, he hobbled over to the torch. He removed it from the sconce and turned to put it out, but the snuffer was missing as well. “Bloody hell, that servant is going to get it tomorrow,” he hissed. Marina waddled up to him and took the torch from him. “You should be resourceful enough for this, my Prince,” she teased. She held the torch in her left hand, and placed her right hand between her legs and pulled her lips upwards. She released a short spray of urine that quickly extinguished the torch. “Amazing thinking, Marina. Come on.” In a series of pathetic movements, they made their way to the balcony door and pushed it open. It was pitch black, and without the torchlight there was no chance of anybody seeing anything. They stepped out onto the balcony. Marina held the Prince, pressing herself against him. “I really cannot wait any longer, my Prince.” She stood, her legs slightly apart, and navigated the prince to stand in front of her, his shaft right under her womanhood. Just as he got into place, she finally lost her battle. It sounded like a waterfall as she released herself on the balcony. She closed her legs, allowing the prince to thrust between them without actually penetrating her. She went for an age, splattering the stone floors, the puddle pouring over the side into the grass below. The Prince rubbed her breasts, kissed her as this went on, and finally, he came, shooting his seed over the balcony rail. He moaned his final gasp of pleasure, and leaned against her as she finished. They stayed there, holding each other for a short time, but Marina soon felt more warmth spreading down her legs. She looked down, saw that it was finally time for the Prince to relieve himself now that he began to soften. He held himself aimed at her, spraying it over her legs and privates. She squatted down, taking it on her breasts and shoulders. She moved his hand away and held it herself, feeling the liquid pulse through his member. It was a strange but entirely arousing feeling, something that she could never experience for herself but felt so normal to him and all men. She began to rub herself again, cumming almost instantly and even more of her fluids hit the floor below her. Eventually he stopped, and they limped back to the bed. She collapsed onto it, breathing heavily. Baeden wadded up the sheets and blanket, using them to wipe the rest of the liquid between his legs, patting down Marina as well, and finished by wiping up the small puddle on the ground next to the bed. He then shoved the entire bedspread into a large rucksack, and crawled into bed beside Marina. He gently stroked her hair and breasts, and whispered in her ear. “Tomorrow I'll bring them with me on my morning ride and wash them in the snow. I also need to give tonight's servant a piece of my mind.” “I am tonight's servant, you simple man,” she teased, and she lovingly kissed him.
  7. Well, here it is, folks. The grand finale. A year and a half's worth of stories, leading us here. Before we get to the story, I want to thank all the fans who supported me. Without that, I would have given up on this story arc long ago. As it is, I'm walking away not because of any lack of acclaim on this forum, but because one, I'm getting a little bored, and two, it's best to end on a high note. No need for a slow decline. And I hate stories left unfinished. Best to wrap it up. What's still to come? I will put all the "Season 3" stories together, with a couple bonus tales, and make that available; then I'll release the complete set, possibly with still more bonus content. Maybe a glimpse of Meagan & Parker's future. A little behind-the-scenes stuff, too. I wonder... perhaps a Q&A? "I write omofic that somehow turned into a romance novel. AM(M)A!" [Ask Me (Mostly) Anything] There are a lot of callbacks and references to prior stories in here. Mostly in italics, occasionally in the dialogue. Sort of a "grand tour/greatest hits" approach. I was tempted to go track down all the stories but that would take me ages. If you'd like to read everything, or just want to know what Parker's remembering in this story, just PM me for the PDFs. And now, with no further stalling... time for the curtain to go up for the last time. Enjoy. (Oh, and if you've read my stories you know what to expect, but there will be sex. So much sex.) ----------------------------------------------------------- Congratulations (Graduation Day) For once Parker woke up first. He checked the clock: they could sleep a little longer. But he didn’t go back to sleep. Instead he watched Meagan breathing, the rise and fall of the sheets over her chest, hair splayed out across the pillow. It had been a good night. They’d had a lot of good nights lately, and good days, and what could have felt like something winding down instead felt new again, new and exciting, headed for the future. He was the luckiest kid on the planet. And she was just about to be a college graduate. Her alarm started to beep. He reached across her and turned it off, then proceeded to wake her in his own way. He’d thought about going down on her, but instead he used his fingers. That way when she slowly woke, and stretched in that sleepy-sexy way, he could see the expression on her face. Which was delightful. “Mmmmmmm,” she said, smiling, eyes still half-lidded. “’Snice. Kee’ goin’.” He kissed her, and did. Keeping his thumb on her clit, he slipped a finger into her. She was already getting a little slick. He kept it up until she started to breathe a little heavy, then backed off a bit. She made little protesting noises. “I’d keep going,” he said, “but your alarm went off a few minutes ago.” “Doesn’t matter. Keep going.” “We’ll be late for graduation.” “It was cute when Willow and Oz did it,” she said. “Keep going.” “As you wish. But maybe this way instead...” Now he did go down on her. Her little murmurs of approval turned into moans of delight. She was getting closer when he paused (letting his fingers take over) and asked, “Do you want to wait until tonight?” “No.” “I just don’t want you to miss anything…” “We’ve got time,” she gasped. “Keep going.” He chuckled, and went back to licking—but he left his finger where it was, beckoning. It didn’t take long after that. “Fuck yeah,” she said. “Now that’s how to wake up.” She tried to sit up, failed, rolled over on her side. He came up to join her. “So what do we need to do?” he asked. “Well, I need to shower, and get breakfast, and then get dressed. But first I gotta take my last piss as an undergraduate.” “Line-up’s at 9:30, ceremony’s at 10—and it’ll last for a couple hours.” “Are you doubting me? After all we’ve been through?” “Never.” “Better not. Besides, you know the plan. And I’m gonna stick to it.” “I’m excited.” “Fuckin’ right you are,” she said, feeling up his hard-on. She sat up, more sucessfully this time. “Pee, then shower, then breakfast, then gettin’ dolled up.” She got up, wrapped a towel around her, and grabbed her shower bag. With one hand on the doorknob, she said, “Hey.” “Hmm?” “Wanna come watch?” “Yes please.” He threw on some shorts and they went down to the bathroom together. The house was quiet. Trav, Zach, and Cara were graduating too, but they were all downstairs. So no one saw Meagan and Parker slip into the bathroom together. She stood by the toilet for a moment, posing a little for him. “If you’re just gonna stand there, can I go first?” Parker asked. “Oh hell no.” She unwrapped the towel, to his delight, and sat down on the toilet. Then she frowned. “Hmm, I gotta do something else, hon. Maybe you don’t wanna be here for that part?” “Um—yeah, I’ll go. But I really do gotta pee too.” “Mmmkay. Let’s pee together.” She opened her legs. He needed no further urging. Mingling their streams together felt… well, right, in its own weird way. He said so. “Symbolic, almost,” he said. “Mmmhmm,” she said, tracing the length of his cock with her finger. “So much. Our own twisted little symbol. But now I’m about to drop a bomb, hon, and I don’t wanna shit all over your metaphor.” “Leaving! I’ll get breakfast ready,” he added as he stepped out. “Thank you!” Breakfast wasn’t fancy—just cereal, trying to use up the last of the milk before they moved out. Besides, they were going to have a big meal later that day. He took the bowls back up to the room, and she came back in not long after, hair dark and wet around her shoulders. She closed the door behind her, then unwrapped the towel and let it drop. He admired her body as she started taking clothes out of the closet. “Wanna eat this cereal before it gets soggy?” he said. “Mmkay!” She sat down on the bed, still naked, and took the bowl from him. They ate quickly and quietly. She caught him looking more than once, and her eyes flashed with delight and desire in acknowledgement. Then she stood up and took her cap and gown out of the closet. “So I know I had that whole outfit planned,” she said, “but how about this instead?” And she put the mortarboard on. “Just that?” “Mmmhmm!” “That’s a strong fashion statement,” he said. “I feel like the president might frown on it…” “Oh, just because I’m hotter than her?” “Nah, every woman in the crowd would be thinking that.” She grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” She took the flat hat off and combed her wet hair out. “Hang on, let me get a picture with the funny hat,” Parker said, going for the Polaroid camera. She laughed and put it back on and posed for him—framed in the closet door, one hand on her hip and the other on the frame, a triumphant/seductive smile on her face and nothing on her body. Click. Then she took the hat off again and started putting together her wardrobe for the day. The base layer was her best bra and panties—the same matching dark-red satin pair she’d worn two years before for his first birthday present. They still brought out her hair and her eyes amazingly. “No, silly—here… I’m about to leak, I’m gonna piss right now…” “Wait!” “There’s no way I can wait any more!” He could almost hear her stream splattering on the bottom of the trash can. He watched as she tucked her breasts into the cups of the bra and hooked it up. Strange how putting it on could be almost exciting as taking it off. Then he flashed back again, this to the first time she’d ever taken that bra off for him: “No, let me, you’ll take forever...” Next a pair of jeans—but at least not ripped—and a pair of brand-new Converse sneakers. “I do love your mom,” she said. “I honestly think she was mortified,” Parker said. Meagan shrugged (oh, so amazing when she wasn’t wearing a shirt yet!)—but she did blush a little. “I’ve got my style. Deal with it.” Making a virtue of financial necessity, he thought—but instead he just said, “Graduating in jeans and sneakers is not my mother’s way.” “I know. But she bought me new jeans and sneakers anyway. That’s why I love her.” “Mmmhmm. For the record, I think my dad loves the idea.” “Probably.” She slipped into a blouse, her solitary concession to the formality of the occasion. Then she brushed her hair again. “Wearing it down?” “Best thing about me,” she said. “Oh, I very much beg to differ.” “What, you’ve got a different contender?” “Well, let’s just say you’ve got many excellent qualities that are all jockeying for first.” “Yeah? Let’s hear ‘em.” “These,” he said, running his hands over her boobs, “and these,” down to her hips and legs, “and of course this...” tapping her bladder. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and those too.” “What?” “Your eyes.” She smiled. “See?” he said. “Your eyes are just… amazing.” “No, I can’t see,” she said, shoving him gently, “because I can’t see my own eyeballs!” He grabbed her, starting to steer her toward the mirror, but she laughed and said, “Mirrors lie, don’t you know that by now?” “Then let me be your mirror. And this mirror says you are stunning. Every inch of you.” She kissed him. “And I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you,” she said. “For all of that.” They made out until she saw the clock. “Crap. I should head over.” “I’ll walk you there.” “I was hoping you would.” Outside it was a bright spring morning, already warm. It would get still warmer, with those clear blue skies. They walked hand-in-hand onto campus. She was wearing her funny hat, and had her gown draped over an arm. The graduates were supposed to line up in alphabetical order inside Cole Hall. Ahead of them, the rest of Meagan’s graduating class was converging. Young men stood around, dressed sharply in ties and wingtips—or just in t-shirts and shorts, pretending that they were naked underneath. Parker briefly contemplated Meagan doing the same, only actually naked under the gown, but decided it wasn’t the time. Young women flocked together (with the occasional proud loner), in high heels and skirts or dresses, with well-done hair and immaculate makeup—or, rather closer to Meagan’s style, in t-shirts and flip-flops. There was a decided hippie aspect to their school sometimes. Meagan outshone them all—at least to Parker’s eyes. “Here’s where I get off,” he said as they reached Cole’s front door. “See you on the other side.” “’Kay. Love you.” “Right back atcha.” They kissed, and Parker went in search of his parents. In time they called him, since they hadn’t been able to find him either, and with a little bit of phone triangulation, Parker finally tracked them down. Since they were not officially family, they did not have reserved seats. But it was an outdoor ceremony, and they could get a perfectly fine view off to the side. Donna Daniels had managed to get a program, though, and they flipped through to find Meagan’s name. “Oh, she got honors!” Donna said. “She didn’t tell us...” “Departmental and college,” Will Daniels added. “She didn’t tell me either,” Parker said. “I don’t think she knew! She was really worried, down toward the end…” The sun shone down through the leaves of the trees all around them, casting lovely intricate patterns of shadows. At times this was the most interesting part of the program, while waiting for the good parts. The various speakers droned on, the various performers performed. Finally names began to be read and graduates began to proceed across the stage. When they hit the L’s, Parker began searching what he could see of the line, looking ahead for Meagan. He spotted her fairly quickly. She was obviously looking around for him. He waved, but this didn’t help. Then, just as she stepped up onto the stage, her eyes made one last sweep across the crowd—and locked onto him. He put his hand up. She grinned, wide enough that he could see it from forty yards away, and put her hand over her heart. Then: “Meagan McAllister!” She strode forward, red academic gown swirling around her jeans and sneakers, took her diploma firmly in one hand, shook the president’s hand with her other—and as she came down off the stage, she punched the sky in triumph. Then there were the last impatient moments—everyone from M through Z, for instance, and the presentation of the Class of 2006, and the turning of tassels… Finally the cheers rang out, the applause rained down, and the graduates processed out onto the quad, where they broke up and found their families. Meagan was laughing, laughing out loud, as she ran to Parker and the Danielses. She picked Parker right up off his feet and spun him around and kissed him, and then hugged Donna and Will almost as enthusiastically, and everything about her radiated the words I did it I did it I did it! “Well done,” Donna said. “I got pictures of it all,” Will said. “Hope they turn out okay.” “Thank you,” Meagan said, still half-laughing, her eyes bright. “Thank you for coming, and for taking pictures, and… and for everything…” “You’re welcome,” Donna said. “How could we not come? We hear you’re going to be in our lives a while longer yet. And we hear that our son has found an exceptionally sensible, clear-eyed young woman to love.” Meagan hugged her again. “To put it another way,” Will said, “Welcome to the family.” So then Meagan had to hug him again, and started to cry. And kept laughing, at the same time. When her sobbing guffaws had settled down in Parker’s arms, and when she’d dried her eyes, commented on the benefits of not wearing makeup, and posed for a succession of pictures with the Danielses, and when they were walking somewhat aimlessly through campus, exulting in the warmth of the sun and the sheer joy of the day, Will said, “So! Lunchtime?” “Yes please,” Meagan said, and they piled in the Daniels car and headed off. Donna had wisely made reservations some weeks before, because the town was small and therefore graduation filled up every acceptable-for-parents hotel and restaurant quickly. It was the kind of restaurant that might have made Meagan nervous on any other day—it was not really a Converse sneakers kind of place, and the prices almost exclusively came in small, discreet double digits. But today she was on top of the world, and besides, the parents were paying. So she wore her mortarboard into the restaurant (but not the gown) and defied the world to question her attire. Then she set the funny hat aside to tie back her hair and actually eat. And drink. Parker watched her steadily plow through a glass of water, a glass of wine, and then another water. She nudged him with her knee under the table to draw attention to each new glass she drained. Parker felt his pulse begin to climb, for he knew the plan. “So you wanna head out now?” “Sure. Bring your water bottle.” “Bring yours. I’m gonna want more than just one bottle if I’m going to pee all over campus…I’m gonna probably have to pee in—oh, about ten minutes, after all that water. Where to next?” The memory of that most-memorable Thanksgiving break faded as the conversation came around to an important issue. “So, this summer at the camp again, and then you start at Michigan in the fall,” Donna said. “Right,” Meagan said. “The scholarship came through, and I’m getting the loans lined up. Makes me a little nervous, that part. But honestly, the roughest thing about all this is that I’m going to ‘that school up north.’ My family’s always been on the OSU side.” Donna and Will both looked a little blank. “Football rivalry,” Meagan said dismissively. “Doesn’t matter. It might matter to my family. But to me? Does not matter at all.” “Have you told your family that you graduated?” Donna asked. “I’m gonna send them a picture of my diploma,” Meagan said. “Parker talked me out of writing ‘Haha, got it anyway’ on the back.” “How wise of him,” Donna said. As the meal wrapped up, they made arrangements for the next day. “We’ll be over at ten to help you move out,” Donna said. “What’s next for you two today? Parties?” “Well, maybe,” Meagan said. “But mostly we’re gonna take a walk and just enjoy the moment.” “Be careful you don’t stay out too long,” Will said. “Forecast says there’ll be thunderstorms this evening.” “We’ll be fine,” Meagan said. She poured her third glass of water, ice and all, into her bottle, and then took a sip. The elder Danielses dropped them off at Franklin House and waved their further congratulations and take-cares. As Meagan and Parker walked up to the big white pillars, Parker looked up at the house and said, “Weird that we’re leaving tomorrow. And a little sad.” “Sad? We had some rough times here.” “And some great times.” “ ’Kay, that’s fair.” “And we’re about to have another great time.” “Mmmmhmmm.” The house was empty—none of the other graduates or celebrating housemates had come back yet—so they could speak freely. “How you doin’?” Parker asked. “Oh, I’m starting to feel it a bit,” Meagan said, and took a swig from her bottle. “Only just now?” “It was hot out in that robe! I was sweating a little. Don’t worry, I’ll make up for lost time”—and she took another swig. “I just want to change clothes, speaking of sweating—and then we can go.” She ran upstairs and came down again just a moment later, having swapped her button-down blouse for a t-shirt with the college name emblazoned across her breasts, and her jeans for cut-offs. Then they locked the door behind them and headed out. They were bound for a place they hadn’t spent a lot of time, until quite recently: the river valley. The river had carved a notch in the prairie here, not quite a gorge but deep enough that several streets crossed it on bridges. Down below those bridges was a park, if park was the right word. It didn’t get a lot of attention or traffic, especially away from the main road down to it, and was edging into wild, unclaimed, certainly unkempt land. There were some old abandoned buildings along that road, of some historical significance but without much care. And the river flowed serenely through it all. They were going to the river. It was about a twenty-minute walk from Franklin House to the valley floor: they had to cross one of the bridges, turn left and then follow a fishhook-shaped road down back under the bridge they’d just come over, and then down to the bottom. They passed the old buildings, the concrete shells no longer roofed, and went south along the riverbank, following the little path that walkers used. They met a few people here and there. Having gone pretty far south, however, they came to the edge of what seemed parklike and crossed over into the land that was much more untended. The path got narrower and the bushes got bigger. Then they re-found the little place they’d discovered on an earlier expedition: a little grass patch by the river, not so overgrown, but still mostly hidden by the bushes on either side and a tree overhead, which kept the people in the houses above from seeing anything. Having just walked for the better part of an hour, Meagan and Parker sat down on the grass and cuddled. “How are you doing?” Parker asked again. “Oh, I’m just fine. Gotta pee a little bit, but that’s no trouble yet,” she said cheerfully. “I got my lover, I got a warm spring day, I got my diploma—what could be better?” “Well, from my perspective: having to pee a little more.” “Gotcha covered,” she said, and took another deep pull on her water bottle. He rested his head on her shoulder. “Love you.” “Yeah you do.” “So how are we gonna do this?” “Well, according to the plan… “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean today. I meant when you’re in Ann Arbor.” “Well, excuse you for being so vague. Also for ruining a perfectly good setup for a ‘doing you’ joke.” “Oooh, a tragic loss! My deepest apologies.” “ ’Kay. So you mean long-disctance. Well, there’s this thing called Skype.” “I’ve heard of it.” “We’ll have to get webcams, but I think those aren’t too expensive… and I may have hinted that they’d make a great graduation gift…” “Heh. You’re brilliant.” “It’ll be important for way more than sex. I think we should make some commitments around communication.” “I agree, that’s gonna be critical. Every day?” “We definitely need to text every day. Even if it’s just ‘How’d your day go, less than three.’ ” “Huh? …Oh, I get it. Mmkay. But not calling?” “Let’s call on Skype… twice a week? Three times?” “Twice a week for sure. But we can go higher.” “Agreed. And one of those should be date night. I don’t want to suck up all your social life, though, so maybe not Friday or Saturday?” “Tuesday, maybe? So we’ve got something to look forward to at the beginning of the week?” “Mm, nice idea. But we may need to adjust based on our school schedules. Still, no matter about that, here’s what I’m thinking for date night: call on Skype and eat dinner together. And then after that… well, be sure you’re alone.” “Mmmmmmmm.” “It’s funny, I think it’ll be easy to do our kinks online, at least by comparison. It’s the other kinds of sex that’ll be harder… but we can show off for each other, I guess.” “I can see how we can do my kink,” he said, thinking of a dramatic exchange of texts two summers past. “You just drink a lot of water before dinner and then keep me updated. But yours?” “Easy. Imagine this. It’s a Tuesday. Lunchtime. You get a text from me: ‘Last piss until tonight.’ Then not long later: ‘Just finished my water bottle. Going for a refill. Goal: finish it by the end of class.’ Two hours later: ‘Done. Shall I fill it up again?’” “Oooh. I’d say yes, of course.” “Then later you get another from me: ‘Study time! One sip for every page. 54 pages assigned tonight.’” “Mmmmmmmm.” “Then we meet for dinner online. You can see that I’m already locked down, but I pour myself a glass anyway. You can see that I’ve got to cross my legs. By this time you’re all hard.” “Yeah, I can believe that.” “And then I tell you, ‘You get to come when I pee. Not before. And you only get to touch yourself when I do.’ And then I’ll proceed to hold it for you, on camera, for another hour.” “Oh, yes. I like this.” “But it won’t just be holding. It’ll be posing. Legs crossing. Stripping. Teasing. Every now and then I’ll grab my crotch, and then—but only then—can you jack off.” “Yes, please.” “Then imagine,” she went on, gently running her fingertips over the bulge of his hard-on, “as I take the camera into the bathroom, and stand in the shower—naked, wriggling all over the place. Finally the only way I can hold it in is to hold myself. So of course you hold yourself too. But then I work up the strength and I take my hands away, so you have to stop…” “Mmmmmmmmmm.” “And since just telling you this story has gotten you all hot,” she said, still stroking the crotch of his shorts, “I think it’ll work great once I actually do it.” “Uh. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” “Can’t do that every week,” she said. “But at least once a month.” “Uh. Wow. Suddenly I can’t wait for this.” “Oh, I think you can,” she purred. “After all, waiting for it right now means you get to be here with me.” “Very true.” “Can we switch positions? Your turn.” “Sure.” She leaned back against him—subtly grinding against his hard-on with her butt as she settled in—and took his hands in hers. She guided them over her body, leading them to rest on her crotch. “Help me hold it?” she asked, over her shoulder. “With pleasure.” “And pressure, please. Just a little.” With some verbal guidance from Meagan, he found the right spot and pressed against it with two fingers. He used his thumb to run over her clit, and she shivered. “That’s perfect,” she murmured, laying her hands on his thighs. “Keep going…” They stayed like that for a time, hidden from the world, not worrying about being seen, falling quiet, the sound of the river covering the small noises of fingers on fabric and pleasure in the back of her throat. He kissed her neck and hair, and sent his free hand wandering over all of her body that he could reach. He could feel the tension in her body growing, but he could also feel her total arousal—in the quickened rhythm of her breathing, in her erect nipples under shirt and bra, in the way she twitched at his touch and tightened her grip on his legs or arms. Every now and then she would take his hands in hers and hold him still for a bit, not letting herself get too close to climax—but keeping the pressure on her crotch. The returned pressure of her body against his kept him hard. They were so lost in each other that they didn’t even register the sound of thunder for a while. Then a louder roll made Meagan open her eyes. “Oh, wow, it’s getting dark.” “Dark? But it’s not that late.” “Well, we’ve been out here a while, but it’s got to be that storm. And if it’s already starting to get dark, we’d better head home quick.” Part of it was that they were in the river valley, and so in shade. But the sky was definitely getting dark overhead. Then the thunder rolled again, louder this time. They scrambled to their feet and headed back up the trail, rather more quickly than they had come—but it wasn’t long before Meagan paused, every muscle tensed up. “I think we would have had to leave soon anyway,” she said. “I’m really getting there.” And then she took another drink from her bottle. “I love you so much,” Parker said. "I know," she said. They hustled up the trail, not saying much. After about ten minutes, Meagan said quietly, “So lover? We’ve got a decision to make.” “Yeah?” “I think I’m gonna need to change the plan a little. All that water is ganging up on me. Plus the river.” “You can hold it.” “Oh, that’s not even a question,” she said. “Of course I can. But we were gonna fuck while I was still holding…” “I remember the term I used was ‘make love,’ but yeah.” “Well, I really wanna fuck.” “I can live with that.” “So I can hold it until we get home. It’ll be close, my bladder is filling fast now. But I know I can do it. What I don’t know is if I can fuck you when we get there. You might not fit.” “Gosh, you are tight.” “I’ve got to be, I’m desperate enough… oh. Oh. Yes, this feels so good, I forgot how much… please. Please. A little deeper, but be gentle or I’ll explode all over you.” “I wanted my first piss to be after we fucked but that’s just not gonna happen,” Meagan said, brining him back to the present. “So would you rather we fucked after? Or would you like me to let a little out first, and then still fuck while I’m desperate?” “Let a little out, then fuck. Absolutely.” "Thought you might say that,” she said. “So next question: do you want me to wait until we get back to the house, or do you want me to piss out here?” “I don’t suppose we could do it all out here? Sex included?” “No chance,” she said. “Not with that storm coming.” Thunder rolled—much closer now, and nicely on cue. “Yeah, that was a long shot. But yeah, out here would be great. I’ve got a place in mind, too: those old abandoned buildings.” “Perfect,” she said. “But just to make sure I’m still bursting when we get home…” She finished her water bottle in three big gulps. “And now let’s hustle before we get wet.” “From the storm or something else?” he teased. “Either one!” she said over her shoulder as she strode up the trail. It took them another ten minutes’ fast walk to get back to the abandoned buildings. It hadn’t started raining yet, but it seemed like it would any second. “Where?” Meagan asked, one hand resting on her waistband. “Inside?” “That’ll be more out of sight, yeah.” But when they went through the doorway through the old concrete wall, they found a ton of trash waiting for them. “Let’s not,” Meagan said. “I mean, yes it’s hidden, and dear god do I have to piss, but—this is not sexy.” “Agreed. Let’s try around back?” “Sure.” As they came out, however, they saw several other walkers hustling up the trail and had to wait for them to go by. Meagan clearly wanted to cross her legs or hold herself, but she stayed stock-still until the traffic passed. Then they ducked behind the building. There was still a little trash here, but more scrub bushes and last year’s fallen leaves to cover some of it. Lightning visibly flickered as they came around the corner; thunder rolled a moment later. “Pretty exposed,” Meagan said, top button undone, checking the sightlines. “But—I’ll just be quick.” A brief memory intruded: Lara at the observatory, leaning up against the wall. He shoved this aside and replaced it with the memory of Meagan pissing off of the pipe. Meagan leaned back against the concrete wall, unzipped her shorts the rest of the way, and slid them down her thighs. Then her red satin panties. She squatted and pissed—for just two seconds. To their amazement, it shot out ahead of her a couple feet: a jet of water that came and went almost too quick to be seen. “Aaaaggggh,” she said as she squeezed it off. “Better?” “Not… really. But let’s see.” She produced a tissue, dried herself off, then whipped her clothes back up and chucked the wipe aside. “I’ve never seen you piss like that before,” Parker said. “That distance.” “Must have been partly my position and partly me squeezing,” Meagan said, clenching every muscle to be sure of her control. “I never let go entirely. I was worried what would happen if I did.” “How you feeling now?” “The rest wants out. Pretty badly.” She held up a hand. “And I just felt a raindrop.” “Let’s hurry.” They walked fast up the hill, then made the turn onto the bridge. Halfway across, the rain hit. First it was a pattering of drops. Then a few more. Then a sudden burst. They could see it coming toward them for a second, and then they were caught in the downpour. “Let’s run!” Parker shouted. “Can’t! I’ll leak!” “In this rain, who’d notice?” “You would!” “Oh, right!” They didn’t run, but they walked even faster. There were only a couple seconds between the flash and the crash now. “Three blocks to go! How are you holding up?” Parker said in her ear as they passed the gas station. “This rain is not helping at all,” Meagan said. “I’m totally gonna burst.” “Let a little more out?” “I don’t want to ruin these panties.” “They’ve got to be soaked already.” “Yeah, but not with piss.” “We can throw ‘em in the wash as soon as we get home.” “Mmm… and I might not have a choice about letting a little out, actually… mmmmkay. Talked me into it.” She paused for another second. “Aaagghg. Squeezing it off is so dang hard,” she said, and started walking fast again. “Better?” “Just a touch.” They scurried the last block and at last made it under the shelter of Franklin’s porch and pillars. The house was still dark and silent when Parker unlocked the door. “We are gonna drip all over the carpet,” Meagan said. “This carpet’s terrible anyway.” “…Right. What am I saying?” He locked the door behind them. “I’m gonna go straight down to the washer,” Meagan said. “Can you run up and bring down our other laundry? Might as well get everything clean before tomorrow anyway. I’d do it,” she said with a grin and crossed legs, “but I might pop if I tried to run anywhere.” “Understood,” Parker said. His hard-on was chafing against his sodden clothes, but he hurried. It seemed Meagan had either taken a long time to get down the stairs, or she’d been stalling for him, because she was only just starting the washer as he came down with their combined laundry in a hamper. She stripped off her shirt as he got to the bottom step—and he nearly tripped. She turned her head and grinned at his sexiness-induced clumsiness, then undid her bra. He followed her example, stripping off his wet shirt, then his socks and shorts—and then his boxers, setting his erection free. “Whew,” he said. “Wet cotton on hard-on isn’t fun.” “That’s why I’m glad I was wearing satin,” she said, putting hands to her nipples—which were indeed quite hard. She squirmed a bit as she did so. He tipped the rest of the laundry into the machine as she took off her sandals and dropped her shorts and panties. She moaned a little and clutched herself a second later, then stepped out of the puddle (of both clothes and water) on the floor and picked up her panties for inspection—keeping her legs crossed as she did. “Can’t tell what’s piss and what’s rain,” she muttered, and threw them into the washer. “Hope they’re okay.” “If they’re ruined, I can get you more.” “Yeah, but they’re the ones I wore when I first got with you, y’know? They’re special. Aaah!” “Something wrong?” “Almost leaked.” He stepped closer. “Think I’d fit now?” “Mmm—not quite.” She glanced around. “Where can I let out a little more?” “Do you have to?” “Pretty sure. Relax, I’ll still be desperate for you. In more than one way. But I do want a little time with the vibrator before I take you in me, so we need to buy some minutes.” “You wanna pee down here?” “Sure, it’ll be fun.” She pointed to the floor drain. “There, d’you think?” “Might smell.” “True.” She reached into the washing machine, pulled out a shirt that was still pretty dry, and held it between her legs—again, just for a second. Then she crossed those legs, bending forward, leaning on the washer. Finally she regained control and straightened up. “Okay,” she said. “Now I think I can take you.” “Here?” he said. “Hah, we could.” She closed the washing machine lid. “This could be my vibe for today,” she said, patting the appliance. “Girls actually do that?” She grinned, leaning back against the washer on her elbows—legs still crossed, breasts thrust out. Her hair, black with wetness, clung to her shoulders. “I have, once or twice. But I don’t suppose you brought any lube, did you.” “Nope.” “Well, I’ve got some right here,” she said, tapping her groin. “Your piss?” “No, silly. Feel me.” She uncrossed her legs, and he reached between. She was indeed wet—and not from the rain. “But I don’t particularly want our last fuck in Franklin to be on top of the washing machine,” she said. “And people might come home any minute.” “Aren’t they all at parties all night?” “Yeah, and if any of those parties are outdoors…?” “Good point. Let’s get up to the room.—You know what I didn’t bring?” “Any dry clothes for us?” “Yup.” “We’ll just have to make a run for it,” she said, her eyes flashing. She stuck a hand between her legs and started up. He followed her closely, her butt and back at eye-level. Her naked hips had never been so sexy. When they reached the top of the basement steps, however, she pulled him into the big bathroom across the hallway instead of going further upstairs. She pressed herself to him, making sure he felt the flesh of her breasts against his body, and ran her fingers along his hard-on again. Here in the bathroom the rain seemed much louder. Thunder rolled again. “What are you—?” “Remember? This is where we first met,” she said. “Just wanted to point that out. Full circle. Here I am again, desperate to pee—here you are again, so very turned on…” “I wasn’t so turned on then.” “No, and I wasn’t so desperate. But aren’t you glad I had to pee that night?” “We might have met some other day…” “I know. We did meet some other day. But it was trying to figure out why we knew each other that brought us together. That’s the first time you ever made me laugh.” “Heh. Thank the God of Hedgehogs.” “We’re still on a mission from Hog,” she said, and kissed him. “Mmm.” “And,” she went on, “aren’t you glad that I have to pee right now?” “So glad.” “That I’m desperate?” “Mmmmmmm.” “Ready?” “So very, very ready.” She poked her head out of the bathroom, clutching herself again. “Coast’s clear,” she said. “Let’s go.” They ran, then: ran naked down the hall, and through the front room—in full view of the big windows, which were wide open—and up the stairs. They were laughing by the time they got to their room, laughing with the delight of being naughty and the relief of getting away with it. “Whew, that was hard,” she said, bending over for a moment. “Okay. Still under control for now.” She went to the window and opened it up. The rain was still coming down hard. She stood, naked except for her sandals, looking out at the storm. The flash of lightning flickered over her body, and a moment later the thunder rolled deep and loud. “Can’t hold it? The rain and that angle must be making it nearly impossible.” “I promised I won’t pee until you come. So I won’t.” He teased her a moment or two longer... She was shivering with the effort of holding now, but she knew what he was doing and didn’t beg. Until she did. “Hurry,” she whispered… He savored the memory a moment, then stepped up behind her, ran his hands down her body. She gave a little sigh of contentment—which turned into a small squeak of protest as he rested his hand on her bladder and gave the very slightest push. “Don’t do that unless you want me to flood the floor,” she said. “How about this instead?” he asked, sliding his fingers down to find her clit. “Yes, yes, yes…” He kissed her neck, her shoulder. “Do you want me to go down on you?” “I wish, but I don’t think I can keep my legs open that long. Fingers are good. But I really want my vibe.” He grabbed it from the bedside, stepped up behind her again. “On a low setting, please.” “God, don’t stop, but the rumbling is making it so dang hard to hold it...” The rumble of the vibrator was a quiet counterpoint to the thunder-rolls outside. They watched as cars drove by, practically leaving a wake; they watched as people scurried past, under hoods and umbrellas. Nobody looked up at their window; nobody saw them naked as he played the vibe around her clit; nobody saw them as her breathing picked up rapidly. He slid a finger into her outer lips. “You’re really wet,” he said, whispering in her ear. “Almost there,” she said. “Which is good, because I am bursting.” His erection somehow got even harder. After another few moments she laid a hand on his wrist. “That’s enough,” she said with a gasp. “If I’m gonna have you in me, I can’t wait any longer. And god do I want you in me.” “Here?” he asked. “At the window?” “Mmm, no.” She walked—staggered—over to the bed and bent over it. “From behind me?” “With pleasure.” He found the lube, slicked himself up, and— “Holy shit, I can’t get in, you’re so tight.” “That’s ‘cause you’re competing with all the pee I’ve held for you,” she said. “I’m gonna relax, just for a second. Ready?” “Ready.” He saw the tension in her muscles ease, and he quickly guided his erection into her. She gasped. “Aw, fuck,” she said—and clamped down on him, harder than he could remember. “Something wrong?” he said. “Yes and no,” she said. “I nearly pissed there. I may have leaked. But you feel amazing. And you haven’t even moved yet…” He began his stroke—gently, trying to get a feel for what she could take. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, this feels amazing, but oh my god do I gotta pee… be careful…” His pulse was hammering. He wanted to pump himself dry, he wanted to pound against the magnificence of her ass—but he went cautiously. “Holy shit, yes, yes, yes!” “Only one thing wrong,” he said. “Huh?” she gasped. “I wanna see you.” “My face, you mean?” she said, panting. “Yeah.” “I get it. I wanna see yours.” “Can we get on the bed…?” “Yeah.” “Without me pulling out?” “Don’t think so.” He pulled out, slowly—until her iron inner muscles popped him out the rest of the way. It sent shivers racing through him. “Grab a towel, please?” she said, squeezing her legs crossed. He ran and did so. She spread it on the bed. "You’ve gotta be on the bottom,” she said. “I can’t take your weight right now.” He jumped on the bed and lay back. She knelt beside him, cradling his erection in her hand. “Have you ever been this hard, I wonder?” “Not a lot.” “I love it. So much.” “You know why it’s so hard.” “I do.” She shivered. “Shit, I gotta pee so bad. But we both gotta come first.” She swung a leg over him. Stopped, grabbed her crotch. Shivered again. Tried to slide herself down onto him. "See?” he said. “Mmhmm. Okay.” She took a deep breath… relaxed a second… Piss spurted onto his chest, just a few drops—and she slid down his shaft, squeezing all the way. “That was close,” she gasped, shuddering with the effort. “Sorry I pissed on you." “Totally not a problem,” he said. She started to ride him. Still so tight. “Fuck. Aw, fuck,” she gasped. “I don’t know how much of this I can take… and I don’t want it to ever stop…” “Me too,” he whispered. She leaned forward, one hand on his chest, the other pressed hard against her crotch, trying to hold back one release while hurrying the other forward. She rode him harder. Her breath was coming faster and faster. “So amazing,” she said, panting. “It’s all so much… ahhh, god, I gotta—I gotta—I can’t—” “Can’t what?” “I’m so close…” “To what?” “I’m—” The lightning flashed, so bright it might have been across the street. In the light he saw her, bucking wildly, breasts bouncing, thighs pumping, her fingers desperately flickering over her clit or digging into his chest. Her hair was flying around her face, which was all bliss and all agony. He felt that tension mirrored in his own body. Never had he so desperately wanted to come in her. Pour himself into her, hold nothing back. Never had he so desperately wanted to wait longer. Prolong the magic. Keep the moment alive. “Love you…” he panted. “I—love—” Then she simply screamed into the thunder. The earthquake of her orgasm surrounded him. The rippling, roaring tide through her muscles somehow squeezed him tighter still. He came, came deep, came hugely, feeling like the fireworks feel as they are born and die. Her climax was still surrounding him, for she was still coming as he collapsed back onto the pillow. A moment later she collapsed onto him. As she hit him she screamed again (much less this time) and he felt her piss spurt all over his chest again. Not the flood—not yet. But it could only be another moment. She tried to say something, but couldn’t. She couldn’t manage words yet. He was shaky, overwhelmed, but he knew he could stand, and he wasn’t sure she could. He sat up, so she was sitting—still straddling him, still holding him, for somehow he was still hard. He swung his legs off the bed. She started to slide off—which would have severe consequences for his erection in a moment. He grabbed her by the butt and stood. She spurted again, and squeezed hard—with both her hand and her inner muscles. He slipped right out—but felt a second small wave of orgasm wash over him. His legs nearly buckled, climaxed-out as they were. He fell back onto the edge of the mattress. She landed on her feet, somehow. She buckled too. But with his arms around her, and his butt still on the bed, she didn’t fall. They stood swaying, leaning on each other, for a heartbeat or two. Then she spurted again. He could see her piss flowing out between her fingers. And she ran—staggered—for the bathroom. He ran after her. It was no longer spurts. It was just a slow, barely-controlled stream. It was running down her leg, leaving drops on the terrible carpet. She didn’t so much run into the bathroom as run into the doorframe and bounce off in the correct direction. The toilet was there—lid down. She ran straight past it. The shower curtain was partly closed. With her free hand she flung it all the way aside (the other was still trying and failing to dam the flood). She tried to run right into the tub, jumping over the rim. She didn’t make it—one foot cleared the rim and went into the tub, the other didn’t. If he hadn’t been right behind her, it could have been bad. He caught her as she tripped, managed to keep her from going right over. She twisted to her left and abruptly sat down, straddling the bathtub wall—and peed. It sprayed out between her fingers. It ricocheted off the tub wall and splattered upward, sideways, all over. Some went into the tub, some went on the floor. He didn’t know why he was doing it—an attempt to stem the tide, or steer it? or he just wanted to play with her gusher?—but he thrust his fingers down into the mix. Almost instinctively they found her clit. She screamed again, and a second orgasm tore through her. Unless it was simply a spasm of bliss at finally letting go. He knew enough to take his hand away quickly. She collapsed against him again. Taking her weight, he lowered himself to his knees beside the tub—kneeling right down into her puddle. One of her puddles. The thunder rolled again. A few seconds later, her stream finally tapered off. “Oh. My. Fucking. God.” “Yeah,” he agreed. “That was…” “Spectacular?” “Ridiculously fucking intense. I never want to do that again and I can’t wait to do it again…” “Maybe a little less messy next time, yeah.” “Not even that. I feel like I just died. And got resurrected. And then died again. And got resurrected again. As the Goddess of Piss Climaxes.” “I will worship you always.” She laughed, sleepily-blissfully-sexily-almost-hysterically. Cleanup took a little time. They washed themselves last, giving each other sponge baths in the bathroom, not wanting to shower in the thunderstorm raging around them. (They almost just went outside, naked as they were, to let the storm cleanse them. But it was too far to walk on their exhausted legs.) Then they laid down several towels to soak up the small pond the bathroom floor had become, and limped back into the bedroom, where they collapsed onto the bed, and made out fervently for what felt like an hour. “Thank you,” he finally said. “For everything. Absolutely everything.” “You’re welcome. And thank you. For being you.” “I think we got a happy ending,” he said. “No such thing,” she said. “Just happy middles. But sometimes…” “Sometimes you can string those middles together…” “…For a long, long time.”
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