Tales of Reichiona

[gyrate 261]

Includes male and female pissing scenes, brief solo male masturbation, a monster girl, specifically a slimegirl, nonchalant urination, bedwetting, casual/emotionless sex, and free use. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Publican of Reichiona - Encounter in the Orange Wood

Crossing the depths of the Orange Wood has always been a happy part of my journeys between Machlud and Reichiona. Though old, the stone-hewn paths are still readily visible, and the moss-thick boughs of ancient trees do more to point the way than hinder it. A friendly forest! Aside from the brief gleam of Autumn, it is not actually orange, of course, but rather a deep and pervading green-grey, a natural hue which seeps into the essence of the air itself.

I am a publican, a taxman, in service to the central citadel of Reichiona. On this particular day, I was making my return from the salty coastal dref of Machlud, where the rich and notable merchant houses oversee flanks of glimmering tradeposts, and the yearly geld weighed heavy in my pack. I had entered the Wood an hour after sunrise and been marching for five hours since. The thick, green summer air was taking its toll in me, so I chose to stop for a brief rest.

Though the path I walked was secluded and safe, I nevertheless took the precaution of hiding my gold-laden pack under the tangled roots and moss of one of the old trees. I sat behind another and caught my breath, gulping down the contents of a waterskin. I leaned my head back against the soft bark, exhaled deeply, and closed my eyes.

When I came to, it was late afternoon, and the sunlight flickering through the leaves had dimmed to a pale, gravelly shade. I rose with a start. I had not meant to sleep, and now I would not be free of the Wood til after nightfall. Nothing for it; I would have to make camp here and set off early in the morning to keep to my schedule.

Before I could leave, however, I was interrupted by two competing twinges at my groin. The water I had drank before my nap was clamoring to exit, but I was also erect, my sensitive cock pressing against the soft confines of my trousers. As I was in no mood to travel with either problem, I simply removed my pants and undergarments to let my privates flop out into the humid afternoon. Airing them out in the warm breeze made a wonderful sensation. My erection stood upright, pushing my foreskin back, and I took myself in hand, stroking slowly, relaxing myself through the motion. As I touched myself, I began walking, idly making my way deeper into the trees, enjoying the casual freedom that can only be experienced far from city streets and crowds. Slippery fluid coated my palm, causing an audible *schlick-schlick-schlick* which joined the natural sounds of the forest: wind through trees and chirping birdsong.

It only took a minute before I came, and I groaned uninhibited, arching my back out as my seed erupted in pulsing strings, coating a patch of ferns in a thick white splatter. I stood there panting for a moment, then let my bladder flow as well, soaking the forest floor like a wild animal. The sounds of my stroking were replaced by the quiet hiss of urine, which continued on for many seconds before fading back into nothing.

I looked at the dripping mess I had made with some satisfaction, and then turned back to the road. I gathered up my discarded clothes, shaking them free of dirt, and then made my way over to my pack...

...Except, I could not remember where I had left it. Which tree? Which roots? What patch of moss? Overcome with a surge of adrenaline, cock flopping about in the breeze, I spent ten minutes searching the ground near the path to no avail. To understate, this was not a pleasant turn of events. The geld of Machlud was among the largest the kingdom claimed each year, and to be the publican who misplaced it in the wilder would be a disastrous circumstance.

I was standing beside the road and carefully considering the option of fleeing when suddenly, a twig snapped jarringly behind me. It was coming from the direction I had pleasured myself in. I froze. Was it a bandit? A rogue with poor timing, if so. But no one called out or emerged for me. Squinting, I made myself low to the ground, and crept a little closer, moving to the cover of a bush to spy out from. My balls tickled the earthy ground as I moved the leaves aside with my hands, to see -

A strange, translucent shape, faintly pale blue in the afternoon light. Large, and feminine, too - a woman? But she was composed entirely of a uniform watery substance, some sort of ooze, and crested nearly seven feet tall. She moved with an eerie quiet for her size, an azure specter.

A memory of my teenage years floated to the front of my mind. My friends and I had been sharing tales, myths, and legends within the shale walls of one of the many pubs of the Citadel. One of them had elucidated the legend of the Diferu: A kind of stunningly beautiful fae, composed of living slime, who made homes of deep caves in deep forests. They desired nothing other than the sex of other beings, but if one were to displease them with a poor performance, they would simply swallow the poor chap or lass up and make a meal of them.

Now, this tangible myth stood in the clearing in front of me, the light filling her frame with a soft glow. She had long curtains of hair that reached all the way down to her buttocks. I stayed crouching, breathing heavily as I stared. The Diferu stood there, looking at the painting of sperm and piss in the foliage. Even from a distance, there was much to appreciate about the shape of her gelatinous ass.

Then she bent down, clambering to her hands and knees, and examined my mess even more closely on all fours. She reached out with a long, slender finger and touched my semen, her face mere inches away from it.

She proceeded to do something even more unexpected. Moving to a crouch, she put one leg over the patch, her crotch hovering fully atop it, and after a moment, let loose with a stream of water from just above a clearly-defined vaginal opening. She appeared to be urinating, and more than that, she was marking my mess like a hound. Her gaze wandered the surroundings idly, unconcerned with the sopping scene beneath her rear. The eyes of this creature differed from the rest of her form; they shone topaz with a faint light of their own.

The slime-woman continued to urinate for far longer than I had ever seen a human do. I watched transfixed, wondering at the mechanisms of what I was observing. Did she have a "bladder" of some sort? Was it simply slime that she was discarding? But the water that left her body seemed to be only very slightly colored, a far fainter blue than herself. Two minutes into the process, I gleaned at least part of the answer. The woman was smaller now! To some degree, the water that left from her groin must have come from her entire being.

Then she ceased the flow, stood, and shook her hips, loosing a few last drops of water from her labia. She had lost a foot of height and was now closer to my own proportions, though still a bit taller than I.

She looked over to my bush, startling me greatly. "Is someone there?" she said. Her voice was beautiful, almost musical.

I rose, greatly embarrassed. My cock and balls hung down limply in shame. "I am," I said. "I'm sorry. I was not watching with ill intent."

"These are your fluids," she said. It was not an accusation, or a question, but she seemed to be seeking confirmation.

"Bar yours, they are, my lady," I said. "I did not know this was your home."

"They are of no harm," she said. "To the contrary, I welcome them. I plan to ingest them later."

"Oh." For some reason, I felt very alien, despite the fact I was not the unfamiliar element in this setting. "Was that why you wet upon them yourself?"

"It is," the woman replied. "The lingering link with my own essence will draw me back here for some time."

"Oh," I said again, with nothing better to say. Then: "Are you a Diferu?"

She cocked her translucent head. She had a pretty, womanly face, with perfectly sculpted features and a slender, sharp nose. Easy to have perfect features when you are composed of malleable slime, I suppose. "I believe that is one of your words for me," she said.

"Are you going to harm me?" I asked.

"I am not," she said, in a questioning tone.

"Ah, that's good," I said, and decided not to draw further attention to my lack of natural defenses against being devoured. "I would like to travel on, but I lost my pack," I explained. "I don't suppose you've seen a stray leather bag, with straps, around here?"

"I have not," the Diferu responded. "I could help you find it."

"That would be exceedingly kind," I said. "Thank you. I suppose you know these woods better than I. Do you have a name?"

The woman shook her head carefully. "Not one you would understand. In exchange for my assistance, will you offer me a favor?"

I offered up my hands in an open gesture. "Anything," I said. "You are very strange and beautiful. I would be honored to help you."

She nodded. "The fluid you have left me here is satisfactory. But if you feed me directly, it would be of even greater benefit."

"Feed you directly," I repeated. I had some idea of what she meant.

She pointed at my cock with a single long, azure finger. "With that. Put it into my body, and release. I assure you will find me pleasurable."

"It will be... difficult for me to do that now," I said. "I just relieved myself, and need time to recover."

The Diferu waved a hand dismissively and began to walk towards me. I gulped. "I can help you," she said. "My essence will spur you beyond the limits of your natural ways." She closed the gap and cupped my chin in one hand, looking into my eyes. She was completely expressionless, and close up, her topaz irises were veiled with drifting, intricate patterns of light. Then, unblinking, she moved her head forward and kissed me, continuing to lock eyes.

Instantly, I became engorged, and oddly felt my bladder begin to twinge again as well. I groaned - the sensation was pleasurable - and closed my eyes, passionately returning the kiss, my tongue pressing into her mouth, tasting her own tongue. She was sweet like sugar, and cooler in temperature than a human, matching the breeze around us.

I tore away for a few seconds to remove my tunic. When I attempted to kiss her again, she tilted her head up and away, so I could not reach her lips. "You're ready now," she said, and waited. She had released my chin and now held her arms around me expectantly.

Horny, I began to grind my cock against her leg, and was surprised to feel it enter her there. I simply began humping her, fucking her thigh, her cool slime tightening around me while she waited. With each thrust, I slapped against her wetly. It was a singular experience. After I had enough of fucking her leg, I pulled out of her and spun her around. She obliged, bending over, her hair cascading down to the mulchy leaves below us. Below an attractive facsimile of an anal opening was her equally enticing facsimile of feminine genitals, and I pushed my cock into the latter, feeling her pussy open just as easily as a human's. She was tight, constricting me pleasantly, not looking at me or making any movement, simply waiting. I could see my cock through her surface, massaging her soft interior.

I took shallow, subtle breaths, barely moving at all now as the tingling erotic sensation of sex flooded my groin, seeping into my thighs. Then I realized I was over the crest of orgasm - I had not even noticed its approach. I left behind one, then another, and then another great gob of white sperm drifting inside her. My bladder was bursting and, heart pounding, I whispered, "You wish for my... other fluid as well?" When she nodded, I was all too eager to fulfill her desires, and quickly began to piss. Through her back, I watched a cloud of yellow spread within her, dissipating in seconds, faster than the splotches of semen, which continued to hang suspended.

I was surprised to feel a wet shower on my legs, and realized that the slime-woman was releasing her own liquid again as well. As she finally moved forward, slipping me out of her, her clear piss kept trickling down.

"Thank you. Your taste is exquisite." She paid no mind to her own wetting until she saw me staring. She turned coyly to the side and asked, "Is it not ungallant to observe the waste processes of a female?" Even turned, I caught a glimpse of her water trickle down her heel to darken the earth. Her foot was dripping and shining with wetness.

I caught my breath and forced myself to make eye contact with her. "I apologize; I am not fully in my own mind," I said. "Are you marking the ground here as well?"

"By and by," she said. "But foremost, I am replacing my essence with what you have given me. Your fluids are of higher order than the rest of my being, which is mostly fruits, leaves, and bugs; rain, wind, and sunlight also. I am of many things. Although," she continued, tilting her head slightly, "I suppose I am not truly a female."

"For my preferences, you are close enough," I told her. "Would you bid me feed you more? I ask that you do..."

She shifted slightly and faced me once more, idly moving one leg out to allow the last of the water she was releasing to flow more easily out of her. I took notice of the shape of her breasts then; beautiful and very round, complete with small projections of nipples. "If you wish," she said, "Though, are you up for the rigors of it? For you to die of exhaustion would be an unfortunate fate, and not my intent. And what of your pack?"

I had forgotten the pack! It seemed a very minor thing, now, but I recognized that as foolishness. I nodded. "You're right. Help me, then I'll be happy to feed you more."

She crouched, and then sat on the damp earth with crossed legs, giving me a view of her spread pussy. Closing her brilliant eyes, I watched as she began to shrink before me with alarming rapidity. Then I felt something tickle my leg, and looked down to see a tendril of bluish slime snaking partway up to my groin. I resisted the immediate urge to kick her off and instead observed my surroundings in more detail, understanding what the Diferu was doing. She was the center of a spiderweb, her tendrils feeling through the underbrush with a subtle susurration.

Then she opened her eyes. "I found it," she confirmed, and began to return to her original size. The tendril at my leg left and rejoined its original composition. Then she was back to her full six feet, though she remained sitting on the ground. She pointed at a patch of roots I swore I had checked multiple times, but true enough, when I brushed aside the leaves and moss, there was the pack.

"Thank Gods!" I exclaimed. I marched over to where my savior sat, and took my cock in my hand, pointing it down at her. Whatever arcane agent she had imparted had not worn fully off yet, for my bladder felt full all over again.

Emotionlessly, the woman opened her mouth wide, extending her tongue, looking up at me, giving me a clear view down her throat. I let loose with a yellow torrent of piss, which first splashed on her breasts and began to soak in through her skin; she leaned forward, my urine splattering across her cheek before landing at the back of her throat. It quickly formed a pool, filling her up and seeping into her neck and chest, and the sound was akin to river water dropping into a glass bottle.

As my flow tapered off, she closed her mouth and gave a slight smile. "You are lovely," she said. I heard a burbling hiss and noticed that she was wetting once more, pissing into her own crossed legs below her, forming a small clear puddle. I knelt down to watch unabashedly. "Be careful," she said. "If you are planning on ingesting my essence, know it may have a more dire effect on you than my mouth."

I had not been planning on it, but the warning did more to entice me than keep me away. I shifted so that I was on all fours in front of her, and dipped my head between her legs like a deer drinking from a lake. She placed her hand atop the back of my head as I did so. I extended my tongue and tentatively tasted her puddle.

It was mostly flavorless, but similar to her mouth, it had an appealing sweetness to it. I lapped up a mouthful and swallowed it, then raised slightly and closed my lips around her slit, inserting my tongue directly into her vaginal canal as I let the fluid run down my throat.

She allowed me drink for several seconds, then firmly gripped my hair and pulled me back. "That is enough," she said. "Let us see what you do now."

I realized I was painfully hard once more. I stood with a faint whimper and touched myself lightly; the feeling was like wildfire, and without even stroking, I began to cum all over again. A long string of white flew past the sitting vixen, landing on the forest floor behind her, and she clambered to her knees, pressing her tits to my crotch fervently. My throbbing cock entered her chest and continued to expel a great quantity of seed. She bounced on her heels slightly, deliberately stimulating me even further, and I moaned with overwhelming pleasure. My orgasm wasn't stopping, even ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty seconds in, and I felt a faint twinge of worry as my cock continued to jerk and twitch inside her breasts, her warning of death playing faintly behind the curtain of pleasure.

I pulled away from her and continued to throb for several more seconds without any stimulation, my cum coating across her face in thick ropes, and she closed her eyes in bliss, her tongue moving across her upper lip, taking a smear of seed into her mouth. Then I quite suddenly lost feeling in my legs and toppled to the ground, landing on my backside, panting heavily into the air. My bladder bulged and I simply let loose, pissing off to one side grotesquely, running down my left hip and pooling at the earth beside me. Wasting little time, the Diferu straddled me and pressed her ass down; my half-hard cock slipped into her anal canal easily and continued filling her up as she rocked gently back and forth.

Finally, it was over, and I was still. "Are you alive?" the fae creature asked, watching my face carefully from above. She had a sleepy, dreamy tone to her voice. Swirls of yellow clouded within her midsection and legs. My prick was held upright within the yellow cloud, splitting a tunnel through the ooze of her ass.

"I am," I murmured. "That was a great deal more dire than your mouth, I will admit." Feeling was returning to my extremities. "Would you be able to find me from afar, now that I am so thoroughly filled with your essence?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, and yawned. "I will not hunt you for more, if this is your worry. My kind stays hidden from yours for good reason."

"I was not worried," I said. "Hopeful, perhaps."

Still atop, she stared down at me with a bemused expression. Wads of my semen floated in her chest, dissolving, and her face and tits were coated in it, glistening with white and sticky lines. Through her lips I saw yet more, plastered within her mouth. She looked as though five men had had their ways with her. "You are an odd creature," she advised me. Then she stood as if to leave (my cock slipped out of her and slapped against my belly). The dirt and twigs did not stick to her legs as they did to mine, but instead slid smoothly off, leaving her clean and unmarked.

"Wait," I said. "Won't you travel with me, at least to the edge of the Wood?"

She hesitated. "As I said, I do not wish to end you."

"I do not wish to be ended," I said. "If you travel with me and offer me your company, I promise to offer you only whatever fluids I may create through natural means. Given our position, I would estimate you receive my urine six more times, and my seed twice more."

"Hmm." The fae paced back and forth. Approaching a tree, she put one knee upon it and began to urinate, a thin stream of fluid arcing from her raised vagina to the moss below with a gentle patter. Then she stopped and turned to me, having decided. "Very well," she said. "I will accompany you to the treeline."

"Excellent," I said. "But first, I must sleep."

"I must rest also," she said. "So much replacement of essence is tiring." She laid beside me, and when I turned to spoon her, she pushed against me until my soft cock was firmly encompassed within her lower back, though paradoxically with no suggestion of sex. Then, a solid blanket of her slime slipped under me and over me, cupping me gently into her. The devotion of bodily resources to this makeshift bedroll caused her to shrink, and I estimated her new height at a head shorter than I. It was quite insulating, and it did not take much time for me to fall asleep.

 

 

I was awoken by the sharp, high chirps of the morning birds, and by the faint light of dawn. Fourteen hours had passed; I was certainly far behind on my schedule now. Directly below my chin was the fae's blue hair, and I noticed I was still hilted inside her, but now lower down, inside her buttocks.

"Good morning," I mumbled. I was hard with morning wood, but I was surprised to find my bladder was not complaining. That did not seem possible, unless...

The fae, still laying beside me, turned her head to gaze at me over her shoulder. "Good morning, little one," she said. "Were you asleep through the night?"

"I was," I confirmed.

"You fed me four times in your sleep," she said, confirming my fears. "Once, soon after I wrapped you in this blanket. I imagined it to be the lingering effect of my essence. Although, you slipped out of me midway, and made full our bed with fluid. I cleaned you off, imbibing it through my skin."

I felt a heat rise to my face. "I am sorry," I said. "I... did not mean to do so."

"You should not apologize," she assured me. "This is a rare delight for me. I am glad to be your receptacle."

I bit my lip uncertainly. "Very well," I said, still tentative. "And... three other times?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Several hours later, you had evidently replenished yourself, and released in the same manner, your member still outside of me. I turned to face you and squeezed myself tightly against you, feeling you wet against my belly. I imbibed this as well. By the time you were finished, you were engorged and rigid on me, and groaning some. You would not climax without further stimulation, so I bent my head beneath my sheet and took you orally. I licked you with my tongue, and moved my head to pleasure you. You became slippery with fluid before you climaxed into the back of my throat, thus my third feeding. You were not awake through this?"

"No," I said, "I don't remember it at all."

"Intriguing. The fourth time," she continued, "was a mere half-hour before you finally woke, then. You had found your way back inside me, and must have had to release quite badly, for the amount of fluid which poured out of you was greater than before. I was filled with you, to such a degree that I will release yet more of my essence to compensate, once we are out of bed." She looked down at my prick, erect within her, with an expectant expression. "And now, I notice you are ready for my fifth feeding."

"I am," I said. "I could do so quite quickly, if you could complete one favor for me in return."

"Yes?" she said.

"Wet for me now," I said brazenly, "in the bed, so that we are both flooded with it. I would be comforted to feel less alone in my accident, and find it arousing besides."

"Very well," she said. The slime around me relaxed, noticeably slackening. "I am doing so. Do you feel it?"

I did. I felt her cool, clean urine running below the blanket over and across my naked legs. It began to pool around us; I slipped myself out of her and felt the liquid lap against my cock, my balls, all the way down to my feet, up to my chest. She was letting loose a great deal. Incredibly aroused, I began grinding against her ass with no cares whatsoever. Then, breathing harder, I climbed atop her, my prick pressing against the side of her hip. I entered her body right then and there, enjoying fucking her in the splashing bed. As I rutted, I bent my head down to kiss her smooth, sweet-tasting shoulder, then licked a line from there down to where her other arm connected to the bed, lapping up just a bit of her wastewater and letting it stimulate me further. I pulled out of her and pushed her onto her back, arching myself above her, my own back against the top layer of slime, to gaze down at her still-leaking pussy. I proceeded to stick my penis directly into it, feeling the light sprinkle of pale fluid on my groin. From there, it did not take long for me to climax; I simply pushed farther and farther into her at an upward angle until my cock exited back out through her lower belly, my balls nearly swallowed by her wetting pussy as well, and erupted with several long ropes of cum. The first coated her stomach in white - the second splattering against the bottom of her right tit - the third landing in the space between her tits and pooling at her throat - the fourth on her stomach once more - then I pulled back, and from there on, the rest of my seed coagulated in a single white ball inside her pubic region.

I removed myself from her and splashed back down in the bed. The Diferu examined her dominated tits and belly with a look of calm pleasure, and said, "Thank you. I am glad you are not hesitant to use me efficiently. Would you like to move on, now?"

"I am enamored," I said. "And yes, we likely should. I am nigh a full day late in my return."

She retracted her mimicry of a bedroll gently, allowing me time to rise. I dressed and retrieved my pack as she leaned against a tree and finished her strange urination. From there, we finally set off together. The Orange Wood was misty and cool that morning, and it took us til late afternoon to finally reach the treeline. Over the course of our trek, my bladder did fill thrice more. Each time, I called us to a halt, and the fae waited while I undid my trousers, pulled them down in the middle of the stone road, inserted my cock into the closest part of her body, and urinated, filling her with a cloud of yellow. Then she would piss in turn as we began to walk again, leaving a spattered trail of wet moss and dirt in her wake. The third time she did so, I was overcome with unignorable arousal, and ended up fucking her ass against a tree to a fast climax.

And from there, we were soon at the eastern edge of the forest. My traveling companion slowed to a halt as a scape of grassy rolling plains revealed itself, and on the horizon, the bright sprawl of Reichiona. The sky was grey and thin with clouds, a vibrant shower of rain soon to fall. I would camp on the field and arrive home tomorrow.

I looked to the Diferu, the wind from the plains ruffling through my hair. "I suppose I may not see you again," I said. "Nevertheless, I am glad to have met."

"As am I," she said. "Before I leave your side, I wish to impart upon you a gift. Might I hold one of your empty waterskins?"

"Of course," I said, and handed one to her.

She took it and squatted below me, the motion naturally spreading her pussy, and pressed my waterskin to her crotch, where it sunk in slightly. After a second, I heard the skin begin filling with water - first a hollow pattering, then a trickle, then a full stream; it distended out as it grew heavy with her essence. Not a single drop spilled to the ground. Then she stopped, stood, and handed it back. "Do not confuse this for another of your potables," she warned. "It should last you for some time, whatever you wish to do with it. Indulge yourself."

"Thank you," I said, bewildered. "I will. That is to say, I will be careful, and I will indulge myself."

"With that," the fae said, "I will bid you farewell."

"Goodbye," I said, and bowed.

The fae returned my bow. Then she turned, and walked back into the depths of the Orange Wood.

Edited April 3, 2023 by gyrate

[rann 686]

I really enjoyed this story! Very unique, and your language that you used while writing was beautiful. It had a whimsical and sweet feeling. Very intriguing character!

[wetwulf 3,324]

This is such a creative and sexy fantasy! And so very well written. Bravo @gyrate!

[gyrate 261]

Thank you!

[nopjans 1,178]

This is wonderful. Thank you for sharing it here. 

[gyrate 261]

Includes female pissing scenes, gay themes, heavy themes of dominance, wetting, and references to female masturbation.

 

The Queen of Reichiona, Part I

The kingdom of Reichiona has not been a true monarchy for over sixty years. The seats of Queen and King are a vestige of another time, no longer absolute but merely two voices of seven within the Starlimn Council. Still, since these two voices are naturally well-coordinated, they hold proportionately more sway for it, and the royal line has done a fine trick in maintaining its topmost societal prestige throughout the generations. Not to mention, of course, its wealth.

The current Queen and King, Queen Asgwyn and King Ossiun, are an odd pair. It is open knowledge within the realm that although the two did sire a successor for the throne together, they share no romantic bond whatsoever! In fact, nor would they ever want to, for coincidentally enough, both the Queen and the King prefer the comforts of their own genders far more than those of the opposite. They live in the same grand castle, but the Queen calls the western rooms her home while the King claims the east; were one to be invited inside, they would find the western rooms to be mostly filled of beautiful women and the eastern rooms full of beautiful men. Yet, despite their unconventional living arrangements, the two have never failed to present a unified front in their dealings within the Council. This is why poets and scholars name them the "Par ar Wahan," the Separate Pair.

Now the part of this tale which is not open knowledge. While both of them have been said to have sexual eccentricities extending past the bounds of decency, I have heard the Queen's practices called particularly depraved. On the constant attendance of the Queen is a Serenwitch, a sweet young thing no older than 20, by the name of Nia. I have spoken with her, and this is some of what she told me:

It was harvest time in the citadel, and the Queen was in her study, working late into the night on her affairs of state. A stunning sight of nobility at 34 years of age, she was dressed in an elegant-yet-casual green nightgown, her brown hair loosely braided. Her large breasts hung freely beneath the cloth, their silhouette visible by candle light, and her face was long and hard-angled by shadow, almost gaunt. The stained-dark wood of the desk she sat at was almost black in shade, and covered at the moment by many court documents. The study was comfortable and cloistered, a cave of quiet.

Nia, as is her general instruction, was simply waiting by the door as the Queen worked. For her part, Nia has long, smooth black hair and the exceedingly pale skin of a witch; her face is well-defined with a prominent jaw. On this night she was wearing a black long-jacket over a dark tunic and leggings, as well as her traditional wide-brimmed witch's hat which tapered to a long point, an insignia of a star hung from its brim.

At some point in the night, a visitor arrived. It was one of the Queen's maids, a cute girl in a grey-and-white dress with tied red hair and freckles. As she tentatively stopped at the doorframe, the Queen looked up and noted her. "Yes, Habren?"

The maid, Habren, gave her a curtsy. "Your Highness," she said. "I hope I am not interrupting. I need to relieve myself."

"Quick with it, then, girl," the Queen said. She pivoted so her legs were facing the doorway and patted her thigh with a palm. Without hesitation, Habren walked delicately over, turned her backside to the Queen, and hiked up her dress enough to reach a hand up. She fiddled around for a few seconds before her hand re-emerged, dropping a plain pair of underwear to the ground around her ankles as it did so. Then she shifted her dress yet further and sat down on the lap of royalty. The details were hidden from Nia, but she knew that the Queen's fine linens were now pressed under the weight of the maid's bare ass.

Though this behavior may seem strange to us, within the walls of the royal estate, it is in fact utterly commonplace - for the Queen has forbidden all conventional use of toilets there. Instead, most visitors are instructed to relieve themselves wherever they wish, while a small list handpicked by the Queen are mandated to use her lap instead.

And Nia's considerable talents as a Serenwitch are devoted entirely to the maintenance of these habits, warping reality for the simple purpose of cleaning up the animalistic messes of visitors. As you may know, the monetary cost involved in awakening a Serenwitch is considerable, and any reasonable person would consider Nia's employment a colossal waste of resources.

To add insult to injury, Nia was specifically chosen for witchhood by the Queen due to the girl's inherently conservative nature. In other words, she is bashful to a fault, and in a state of near-constant embarrassment as she is forced to deal with the leavings of others.

As for Nia's own excretory needs? Alas, the Queen controls those as well. When she feels the twinge of fullness within her, she must ask permission from the Queen to empty herself. Often, the Queen simply tells her to mess herself in her uniform where she stands, and clean herself with magic after. However, this is not always the case; it depends on the whims of the day.

Back to the flickering, candle-lit scene of the redhaired maid. Nia made inadvertent eye contact with Habren for a moment, just as the sound of urine pattering through the Queen's lap to the floor below started up. The girls both averted their gazes from the other, but Nia could not help but imagine the lewd relief the maid was feeling as her piss continued to splash onto the floor of the study, seeping into the rug, running out in warm rivulets along the hardwood planks towards Nia.

She could also not help but imagine the physical sensations gracing Her Highness, the bare buttocks of Habren planted firmly on her thighs, all the maid's weight pressing down, the piss filtering through her gown down her legs, making a hot, damp sauna of her privates. Nia looked up at the vaulted stone ceiling to distract herself, but the sound of the deed done in front of her was impossible to ignore.

Thirty long seconds later, the maid said, "I'm done now, Your Highness." Nia glanced back to take stock of the scene: While the maid's dress was still clean, everything below her was not. The Queen's green gown was soaked through, darkened, its hem dripping urine to the similarly dampened rug below her. The piss on the hardwood had barely reached Nia's boot, and she shifted her foot aside awkwardly.

This was standardly the time when the Queen would order Nia to clean the mess, but she instead said simply, "Take your leave, girl." Habren visibly hesitated as she looked down at the undies around her ankles, which had not escaped her assault and were now sopping wet. Daring not to question the Queen, the maid slid off her lap, her dress gathered high in one hand, and bent down. Slowly, falteringly, she began to lift her dripping underwear, shimmying them back up her legs with her free hand, leaving a damp trail behind them. Her face looked as though someone was pinching her as the piss-soaked garment made contact with her crotch. Gingerly, she stepped out of her puddle, hesitated one last time by Nia - no command to clean her came - and then hobbled out of the room.

The Queen looked at Nia and smiled. "Well!" she said, "This wetness is a pleasant state to be in. I think I shall work like this for awhile. Why don't you make a patrol around the rooms and clean up whatever gifts the other girls have left us." She waved her hand in a shooing motion. "Move sharp, now."

Nia said, "Yes, Your Highness," and quickly fled the room to begin her search. The maid had left a trail of wet tracks behind her as she went, and Nia stopped every few steps to clean these with a wave of her hand, invoking the power of the cosmos itself for the paltry purpose of spiriting away Habren's piss. Eventually, the tracks tapered off of their own accord, and Nia was able to continue at a more normal pace.

Positioned atop a high hill near the center of the capital, the royal castle is a sight to behold. While not particularly wide across in any direction, it is built tall of gleaming marble and whitened metal, its myriad glittering spires and steeples peaking at mountainous summits, and can be observed from nigh any of the bone-pale streets of Reichiona.

The hallways and staircases which Nia patrols hold a haunting beauty all their own. Polished, white brick lays half-covered by the rolling tongues of carpets in various hues; verdant plants and ornamentation string the walls; chandeliers of golden light hang suspended from high ceilings. Owing to the small width of the building, many of the hallways and rooms are blessed by thick, translucent windows overlooking the citadel, and on this night, a light rain was falling against them with a low thrum.

In a secluded stone spiral stairwell, Nia found the next mess waiting for her. It appeared that someone had simply sat at the top and let loose with the contents of her bladder, and the resulting waterfall had run all the way down to the next level. It was as though whoever did this had set out to defile as much distance as possible with her piss. Nia sighed as she began to weave her cleaning magic.

Another mess was waiting for her in one of the spare bedrooms. The sheets of the bed were unmade, and as Nia moved them aside to investigate, she found that someone had completely soaked them through with urine. Nia assumed for a moment that it was a genuine accident conducted by a guest, but as she thought about it, realized that it was far too fresh to have been left behind this morning. And, she noticed another patch of wetness on one of the pillows, which was oddly bunched up. Examining it closer, this patch was too shiny to be urine - was it vaginal fluid? It seemed to be. A woman had very recently come into this room to lie in the bed, relieve herself, and then ride the pillow as masturbation, clenching her thighs around it tightly. As she put together this astoundingly lewd scene, heat rose to Nia's face and she went dizzy with shame. She wasted no further time in cleaning the mess, remade the bed by hand, and left.

So it went for an hour, and Nia cleaned more leavings than she could count: pools and puddles left in the corners of rooms, sprayed across walls, collected in vases and potted plants. She was making her return, having just cleaned several large messes in the ballroom, when a posh voice from behind her brought her to a halt. "You there! Witch."

Nia swallowed and turned. An olive-skinned woman in a thin, long skirt had emerged into the hallway from her private bedroom. Standing beside a rain-streaked window which extended from floor to ceiling, she was not wearing any top to speak of, and her breasts hung down openly, nipples exposed to the cool, golden air of the hallway. "Yes, my lady?"

"Are you the Queen's witch? The one who cleans after others?"

Nia nodded. "That is I, my lady." She approached the woman dutifully, trying not to look at her nipples, her heartrate quickening.

The woman's eyes narrowed. "What a sad state of affairs. I am the Lady Glain. Are you on duty this night, witch?" Up close, she looked very dignified, probably a bit older than the Queen, with a head of short, soft black curls and a pointed nose.

"I am, Lady Glain," Nia said.

"How convenient," said the noble Glain. "As it happens, I need to relieve myself, and was merely stepping out to do so here." She untied her skirt and tossed it aside. She had not been wearing undergarments, and Nia was immediately greeted by the scandalous sight of the woman's slit, lightly covered by a top of pubic hair.

Nia looked aside, dizzy again with shame. Glain tittered lightly. "Have you no stomach for the subject of your very purpose, witch?" she asked.

"I apologize," Nia responded quickly. "I mean no offense to you, my lady. Honestly, I do lack the stomach; it is primarily why Her Highness selected me."

Glain considered this. "Mm. How curious." She turned to face the window, squatted down, and said, "In any case, I am going now. You may turn away if you'd like."

The pattering of the rain against the window was met by a strong hiss from the opposite direction as Glain began to do her business. Nia did not turn, not wishing to cause further offense. She could not see Glain's spread pussy on account of her squatting in profile to Nia, but the line of piss extending out and impacting the glass was very visible. Glain had a strong urethra, and the urine sprayed forth with some force, splashing and collecting against the rainy glass. Nia imagined the view from just outside the tower: A woman squatting with her pussy on display, obscured by a warping waterfall of urine.

Glain finished and then moved back from the spreading puddle, standing once more. She looked expectantly back at Nia, who was simply staring at the fresh urine on the floor. "Well?"

Nia gave a start as she realized Glain was waiting for her. It was odd - she had been distracted by a twinge at her groin. Was it her own bladder? No, it was... arousal? She shook her head and quickly waved her hand, and the piss vanished, both from the window and from Glain's dripping labia.

The naked Glain was looking at her suspiciously. "Are you quite sure you lack the stomach, witch?" she inquired.

Nia said, "I am sorry, my lady. My mind wandered."

"Wandered, maybe. To me, you seem all too focused." Glain shook her head. "Perhaps you are getting used to your purpose after all."

The Serenwitch swallowed. "Perhaps, my lady."

Glain turned as if to leave, picking up her skirt once more, and began to approach her bedroom. But at the doorway, she stopped, and looked back at Nia. Maintaining eye contact, the noble lady raised her eyebrows and slowly - slowly - slowly bent down, so that her pussy and anus were brought to the center of Nia's attention.

Nia's eyes went wide and her face red, but she could not bring herself to look away. Glain visibly flexed her butthole, and the opening drew tightly closed for a moment before relaxing open again. Still Nia did not look away, but her breath was coming shallower and faster now.

Glain smirked and straightened back up again. "I see," she said simply. "Good night, girl."

"Good night, my lady," Nia said reflexively. Then Glain was gone, the bedroom door shutting behind her, and Nia was left practically panting under her witch's hat in the hallway.

She was aroused; there was no avoiding that fact. Her pussy was slick under her pants and underwear, probably staining them through at this point. Looking out the window, Nia considered her options. She had never been like this at work before. Was she becoming just as perverse as the Queen herself? Dash the thought. Could she get away with touching herself now? No, the Queen expected her back in the study. And what would Her Highness say if Nia touched herself without permission?

Head full of these rushing thoughts, Nia began making her way back to the study. Perhaps she could explain herself to the Queen. Perhaps the Queen would understand...

Edited April 3, 2023 by gyrate

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Includes female pissing scenes, gay themes, heavy themes of dominance, wetting, golden showers, masturbation, sex, and ass-play.

 

The Queen of Reichiona, Part II

"Ah, there you are, girl." Somewhere in the time Nia spent cleaning the castle, Queen Asgwyn had changed nightgowns, and now wore one which was white as snow with ornamental lacing; she had abandoned the dampened green gown draped over on a bookshelf across from the desk. As the Serenwitch entered the room with a hurried curtsy, the Queen flicked a hand at the discarded garment. "Be a dear and clean that for me."

Nia obliged; with a small gesture, the gown was immediately dry once more. The Queen had not looked up to acknowledge her, deep in thought over an unfurled scroll; still, she knew Nia well enough to recognize something was amiss in her demeanor. In a tone somewhere between bored and tired, she asked, "Do you have to go to the bathroom, Nia? If so, you may do so there and clean yourself after. I am nearly done with the night's work and look forward to retiring soon."

Nia was silent. Her pussy was still slick with lust from her encounter with Glain, but she could not find the words to explain herself. Receiving no sound or motion in reply, the Queen finally turned her gaze upon her. "Well?"

Nia swallowed. "Erm... Your Highness..." She felt warm; her heart raced at the thought of all she wanted to do right now.

The Queen tilted her head. "Did something happen out there, girl? I have told you before, if anyone ever troubles you, kill them and I will sort out the legalities later."

"No!" Nia responded hurriedly. "No one bothered me as such, Your Highness. I had an encounter of note with the Lady Glain, but it was not one with ill intent."

Asgwyn's eyes narrowed. By the dim light of the burnt-down candle, all her attention on Nia's words, she had a rather frightening air indeed. "Glain, hm? A fox, that one. What did she do?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary, Your Highness," Nia responded, then corrected herself, "Nothing far from it, that is. She emerged from her chambers to relieve herself, and I cleaned up thereafter. Only, there was something in the nature of her relief which... which aroused me, Your Highness."

"Aroused you?" Asgwyn said, raising her eyebrows. She laughed, a sound like a sharpened bell. "I am genuinely surprised by this admission, girl. I always thought you the shy one. Why on earth are you telling me this? Your work is nigh over for the day."

"I... I'm not sure, Your Highness," Nia said, feeling foolish. "I... Perhaps it would be best if you allowed me hold my tongue now."

"You want to touch yourself," the Queen said, her voice building with tones of excited triumph. "Oh, you horrible girl. Messing your little witch costume for me every day isn't enough, is it? Now you want to touch yourself for me too."

Nia's heart pounded harder than ever as she whispered, "Yes, Your Highness." Her groin was burning with arousal.

"Well, Nia," the Queen said, pivoting her chair to face her. "Lucky girl, I'm going to let you do just that. But first, why don't you go outside and fetch the first maid you come across. Bring her here to me." As Nia turned back to the doorway, the Queen said, "No! Wait. Squat, and piss yourself first. Do not clean it."

"Yes, Your Highness," Nia said, and squatted. Breathing heavily, biting her lip, she looked upwards to relax herself and, staring at the ceiling, let her bladder go. A slow, hot wetness spread across her underwear at first, then her full stream soaked the black-dyed cloth of her pants completely through, running down her legs into her boots, trickling through the fabric covering her ass to the floor. It was so warm, and wet, and close. She had to fight the urge to clamp her fingers to her crotch and press them in hard. Her head spun as the Queen regarded her thirstily; she had been made to piss in compromising positions before, of course, but never when she herself was so... compromised.

The splashing on the floor turned to a sporadic drip as Nia finished up. She looked back at the Queen. "May I go now, Your Highness?"

"Lie down on your stomach," said the Queen. Nia did not hesitate for long before she got down on her hands and knees, and then lowered herself down on her belly, so that her breasts were pressed against the piss-covered floor, ruining her long jacket, her top, her bra. "A dirty girl should be marked as such, don't you think?"

"Yes, Your Highness," said Nia.

"Now, go fetch a maid. Do not stand. Stay on all fours."

Nia nodded and pushed herself back to her hands and knees. Carefully, she crawled from the room, leaving a dripping trail of piss as she went. The wet sound of her movement echoed through the hallway as she made her way like a hound from room to room, searching for one of the Queen's maids. She was past the point of shame at this point, and at one point she did take a moment to push a hand into her crotch, guiltily, stopping just short of actually pleasuring herself.

She knew where to look, and it didn't take long before she found the target of her search. In one of the castle's luxuriant lounges, a pretty, petite maid with short brown hair was sitting on a soft velvet couch. She had completely removed her white-grey dress and was therefore completely nude, rubbing her clit with right hand while sitting on her left so that it was positioned directly between her buttocks, in contact with her anus. As she touched her pussy, she ground her ass down on her hand hornily. This was Beth, a maid who finished most of her nights of work with a celebratory bout of masturbation. Her eyes were closed blissfully when Nia entered the room, but when Nia made a small noise, she took notice.

"Oh! Nia -" Beth said, not stopping her movement. Instead, she spread her legs a little further to allow Nia a better view of her pussy, pink and shaved. "What are you doing down there? Is that your own piss you're wet with?"

"Yes," Nia said simply. "The Queen requests the presence of a maid. I ask you join me, please."

"Mm, interesting," Beth said. "Well! I wonder what she has in mind for us. The sight of you like this is good enough that I could climax now, but let's not keep Her Highness waiting." She stood and wiped her hands on the sides of her thighs. Nia turned and crawled from the room back towards the study, and the naked Beth followed obediently, idly fingering herself as she walked. On any other night, the slick sounds of the maid's fingers on her pussy would have sent Nia into a spiral of embarrassment, but tonight only made her even more wet in turn.

When they arrived at the study, the Queen was waiting, still sitting at her desk, watching the door. "I know this one!" she exclaimed, before Nia could speak. "Beth, is it?"

Beth performed a nude curtsy, no longer masturbating, and responded, "Indeed, Your Highness. I hope my current dress, the lack thereof, does not cause offense."

"Far from it," the Queen said airily. "You are well-fit to the task at hand. You see, my witch here, oft so bashful, finds herself desperately in need of sexual pleasure tonight. It is an occurrence which may come yet once in a generation, and one I would like to enjoy to the most of my ability."

"She does seem very aroused, Your Highness. On other nights, she avoids meeting my eye when she sees me pleasuring myself, but tonight she came across me doing so and was not afraid at all. Would you have me pleasure her in turn, then?"

"Mm. No, I think not. You see, I would like to build her to an unbearable passion before we allow her any relief." The Queen smiled and gestured Nia closer, then led her by hand until she was facing the wall next to the desk, towards neither the Queen nor the maid, still on all fours. Next to her, on her right, Asgwyn's neatly folded legs beneath her nightgown. On the left, Beth's naked knees. She could not see anything higher in her peripheral vision, owing to the brim of her witch's hat. The Queen continued: "And it seems what can bring her to said passion is quite perverse. Tell me, Beth, how full is your bladder?"

Nia heard Beth shift her legs next to her with no small amount of arousal herself. "Full, but I'm not sure if I could release on command, Your Highness," Beth said.

"It is of no worry," said the Queen. Then she reached over to pat Nia on the back. "Why don't you have a seat in front of me here, atop this toilet. We can enjoy some conversation as you coax yourself to the deed."

"Yes, Your Highness." Beth carefully stepped over Nia and lowered her buttocks down until they made contact with the witch's back. Nia's heart was pounding as she accepted the weight of the maid, and she imagined what it would feel like if Beth really were to start peeing on her right now. She could scarce believe this was happening.

"So, girl," the Queen said, "For tonight, dispense with the formalities. You may call me Asgwyn. It seems you've made a habit of pleasuring yourself during your nightly shifts?"

"Not during; just after, Your High- er, Asgwyn," Beth said. "I assure you, I am fully devoted to my work."

The Queen chuckled softly. "It was not meant as an accusation. No, I'm glad you feel free to do so in my home. It is the sort of hedonism I encourage here, for what purpose is life if not enjoyed freely? It brings me happiness to hear of your pleasure."

Nia swallowed nervously as she continued to stare at the wall. Beth was small, but she was realizing that supporting any grown adult on one's back for long was quite an undertaking. Her wrists were beginning to ache. Beth was certainly not thinking of the witch's discomfort, because in response to the Queen's praise, she giggled and shifted her ass carelessly, jostling Nia. Despite the strenuous position, Nia fancied she could feel the heat of the maid's bare genitals even through her jacket. She was ravenous for more.

"I *completely* agree, Your Highness!" Beth was saying excitedly. "Other folks can be so uptight. I grew up in the Upper Myr, and was given more fines for what they said was 'shameful behavior' than I want to remember. Gods, a few years ago, they even fined me for pissing in the river..." The conversation between the two continued; the Queen prompting Beth for more details on her life outside the castle and Beth only too happy to oblige.

The girl was shockingly comfortable in divulging her private stories to Asgwyn, and as Nia listened, she learned that Beth had received behavioral fines for not only public urination and masturbation, but fornication as well - at the age of 20, she was taken into guard custody for performing oral sex on another girl on the countertop of a tavern. ("Oh, really," the Queen said at this point, in a knowing tone of voice which suggested that she was aware of that escapade already.) Beth spoke with her whole body, becoming more and more animated as the minutes wore on, leaning forward to speak in conspiratorial tones, leaning back to laugh, her hands coming to rest at various places along Nia's back and bottom, but never for long. She seemed to have utterly forgotten that she was still sitting on the Queen's personal witch. Nia, who was subject in detail to every small shift in Beth's position, had very much not, and was practically on fire in her damp clothing, her pussy dripping and hot, begging to be touched, her wrists and knees aching in equal measure.

The conversation was shifting towards less lurid territory, with Beth explaining her decision to become a maid following unsatisfactory encounters with formal education, when Nia felt it: There was a spreading warmth seeping into the right side of her back, and Beth had gone noticeably still. "I never imagined I would end up in the royal castle," she was saying in an unbothered tone of voice, but despite her apparent ease, Nia could feel the hot liquid running through in rivulets along her ribs, her breast, touching her nipple under her bra. Then Beth stopped talking as her bladder began to flow more freely, and the soft hiss of urine on Nia's back overtook the silence, and the sound of piss dripping on the floor, and of Nia's own heavy, aroused breathing.

"Um, I suppose the point I am attempting to reach is that I am grateful," Beth said. "I apologize; I lost my concentration there for a moment. I'm using the toilet now - I think she likes it."

Before Beth had even finished relieving herself all over Nia, the Queen leaned forward suddenly, and Beth went quiet once more. For a few seconds, Nia was immersed only in the heavenly sensations and sound of the maid peeing on her. She had never been this horny in her life. Then she realized that there was a new noise, directly above her: the smacking, greedy sound of two people kissing. Asgwyn was ravishing the maid without any reservations.

This was simply too much to bear, and Nia could not help but let out a soft moan. The kissing stopped long enough for the Queen to say, "Not yet, girl" - then it immediately resumed. Beth leaned forward, and the weight of her ass finally lifted from Nia, the last of her piss still streaming out of her, soaking the witch's left side now to match her right.

Sopping, Nia could not do anything but stare at the wall and listen as the two women above her began making love. The Queen's white nightgown landed in a pile within Nia's line of sight, and the wooden study desk screeched back as the maid was pushed against it. They were a tangle of legs in Nia's peripheral vision, and a drop of something that was either piss or vaginal fluid spattered against the floor from between them. The slick sound of fingering returned, intermingled with the kissing, this time doubled as the women touched each other.

For several minutes this continued before Asgwyn shifted again, breaking away from Beth by a few steps. "Nia!" she said, in the tone of command. "Turn so you are laying on your back, then raise yourself up on your arms." Nia, heart racing harder than ever, did so, grateful both because this meant she no longer had to support herself on all fours, and because perhaps her sexual release was finally coming.

Propping herself up, she took in the full sight of the Queen and the maid. Beth looked out of her mind with arousal, her brown hair tangled and messed, her face enveloped by a deep blush, her eyes half-lidded and cast skyward as she touched herself. The Queen, standing more than a full head above her, was much more composed, but Nia knew it was a rare thing for her to be fully naked; her large breasts hung freely down and her pussy was slicked with wetness. Nia watched with her mouth hanging slightly agape as the Queen moved to stand above her, one foot on either side of Nia's hips, her ass directly in front of Nia's face.

"I'm going to use you as a toilet now, too, girl," Asgwyn said, and did not even deign to look back at Nia's face. "While I do so, Beth: Why don't you show me what that tongue of yours can do. Make me cum."

The maid gave an affirmative whine and knelt in front of the Queen, immediately pressing her mouth into the royal pussy in front of her, still fingering herself as she did so. Two things happened at once: One, a waterfall of the Queen's urine began falling directly into Nia's clothed crotch, splattering against her in curtains, unevenly due to the maid's tongue interrupting the flow. Two, the maid began shuddering as she was enveloped in a mindless orgasm, her shrill moan muffled by the Queen's crotch. Nia moaned as well, and leaned forward to kiss the Queen's buttocks reverently. Her lap was made a soaking lake, her pussy drenched with Asgwyn's urine.

Then the Queen reached her climax. With one hand, she held the back of the maid's head, clamping the girl ferociously into her, to the point that the maid had to fall forward onto her knees to avoid injury. With her other hand, she spread her own asscheek aside, allowing Nia clear access to her anus - Nia groaned and licked and kissed the tight hole in front of her in thoughtless worship. She made rings around it, pressed her tongue flat against it, shoved her whole mouth to the Queen's behind. Her hat fell from her head and splashed to the floor.

For a minute this continued, until finally, the Queen let go of her ass and of Beth and staggered away. Beth collapsed sideways on the floor, lying next to Nia in her and the Queen's urine, blissfully dazed. Asgwyn looked back at the two girls, breathing heavily. "Now - Nia -" she said between breaths, "Clean me."

Nia could barely think. "Can't I - Can I please -" she stammered.

"Clean me and my nightgown first." She stooped to retrieve the garment.

Nia did so, and the Queen was dry once more, though she had already been the cleanest among them. Wordlessly, the Queen slipped the gown back on, and then made to leave. She stopped at the doorway. "Beth," she said. "Leave Nia here. Follow me out."

"Yes, Your Highness," the maid said, and with a somewhat apologetic look towards Nia, she stood from the mess on the floor and moved, dripping, to follow the Queen.

And Asgwyn tilted her chin up, regarding haughtily the panting, still-horny witch on the floor in front of her. "You're relieved from your duties for the night, filthy girl," she said. "Do what you wish."

Nia made a shuddering noise somewhere between a moan and a cry, and tugged her pants down with such speed that several of the stitches popped. She could not remove them fully on account of her boots, and she was certainly not going to pause to remove those. She pulled her shirt and unclasped her bra, tossing it aside to make herself naked from tits to ankles, and began touching herself, spreading her labia with her index and middle finger, rubbing her clit with frenetic intensity. Her orgasm was immediately seconds away, and wanting to make the most of it, she began to piss again, releasing what little there was in her bladder as well. She was dimly aware of the Queen and the maid watching from the doorway as more piss flicked forth from her crotch towards them, and then she was cumming, an orgasm that wracked her whole body with waves of aching energy. Rolling onto her side, she arched her back and opened her mouth with a faint groan, pressing her cheek into the piss-soaked floor, and at last, went still.

"Unbelievable," the Queen said, to break the silence. "Well, I for one am going to my chambers. Nia, please ensure my study is clean come the morning. Good night, girl."

Nia nodded weakly, not able to meet Her Highness's gaze, her pulse pounding and fading to a normal pace at last. Then the Queen swept from the room, Beth followed after her, and Nia was left discarded on the floor of the study like a ruined plaything. After a minute, a faint smile began to play at her lips.

Edited April 14, 2023 by gyrate

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Includes female pissing scenes and desperation. The protagonist is a woman.

 

The Holster of Reichiona - A Desperate Climb

Ell and I emerged from the darkening treeline beneath the crescendo of a late summer's storm. Aforth us our destination: the stark, grey-lashed cliffs of the Tenant Range, their godly edifice towering thousands of feet to the sky. The first raindrops from the clouds above wrote streaks against the cliffs, and a harsh pitter-patter began in the foliage around me as well. "There," Ell called to me over the rushing of the leaves, "The entrance to the Holster! Quickly, Cat - we made it!" She raised a hand to point. Narrowing my eyes against the wind, I followed the line her finger described to a small cave entrance, from here a mere mousehole in the mountainside. Then I followed the girl herself, and we stumbled our way through the dampening pricklegrass til we were in.

The interior was quiet, still, and smelled of clean stone. Aside the lingering murmurs of rain and wind, the only sounds were our labored breathing as we caught our breath, and a careless gulping from Ell as she drained one of her waterskins. "Careful," I warned her. "That one was to last us the climb." We each carried five skins in our gear: two for the hike out, one for the Holster, two back home.

But Ell waved her hand as though I were a gnat at her ear, her eyes closed light with relief, the waterskin still at her lips. After a few more seconds, she punctuated her drink with a mighty exhalation and a wipe of her mouth. "Hush, Cat. You'd think I've never been out of doors before, the way you worry," she said. "We'll refill at the top with the rain. Besides, you know I despise trying to drink while I climb."

"The storm may not last so long," I muttered, but knew she had the right of it.

"It will. This is no fast flurry." Ell looked around the dark rock room we found ourselves in. "I suppose we're in Ale Wyd, aren't we?"

Titan Ale Wyd of the Tenants, holder of the Holster; millions of pounds of rock rested gently above us. Once inhabited by the Carverfolk, a long-dead people who lived in these lands before the stirrings of Reichiona, these mountains now hold more interest to us joyhikers than anyone else. We had come to climb the Holster.

No one knows why the Holster exists. Its name comes from its nature: A shaft carved through the interior of the mountain at nearly a right angle to the earth below, its sides unnaturally smooth, created by the magic of a Serenwitch or something similar. It rose all the way from the base of the mountain to the highest point. Grisly rumors suggest it was once used for executions; more charitable ones say it had some magical or religious purpose now lost to the ages. Its construction is not wholly unique, as the ruins of many Carver buildings and cities are also magically hollowed out of the stone of the Tenants.

Whatever the case, years ago, some enterprising brigands hammered in pitons every few feet from the bottom to the top, and since then, it has become quite the popular challenge indeed. "We are," I responded to Ell, grinning. "Are you ready?"

We began checking our gear. Ell is a fair lass, buxom and fit, with sandy brown hair swept back in a ponytail. She oft acts before she thinks, but fate usually turns her way regardless, and she is not unintelligent by any means. I enjoy her company fine, but our friendship is built more on experience than conversation, as we both share a rare love for the wilder.

As for myself? I am the taller of the two, and my proportions have in the past been compared unfavorably to a stickbug. I keep my blonde hair shorne in a boyish fashion, as I find it more convenient for climbing that way. While I may not have the physical blessings of Ell, I do believe I am of a more approachable nature. This is owing to a sunny disposition which I can conjure at ease, while Ell is driven more by the whims of the moment than anything else.

The tunnel continued for another forty feet in the dark - we lit our belt lanterns - before we reached the base of the Holster. It was only around three feet in diameter, which was still quite spacious for an underground hollow. Looking up, the ceiling quickly gave way to a pitch black void, and our voices reverberated and echoed far, far into the distance. Ell volunteered to go first, and we began our ascent, gripping the pitons to lever ourselves up into the abyss.

 

Thirty minutes later, Ell paused above me. We had lost sight of the ground almost immediately after starting, and since then had been stranded in an isolated blackness - it seemed that no matter how far we climbed, nothing changed. The darkness pressing in above and below, every ten-foot stretch of stone shaft identical to the others, the silence ringing in my ears. I'm sure it would have been quite nerve-wracking for some, but I was fine, and I hadn't assumed Ell would have any problems either. But something was wrong. "Are you alright?" I asked. The break in the quiet felt odd.

Ell looked down at me. Illuminated softly by the light of our lanterns, she had an almost pained look on her face. Then, she looked up the Holster as though judging how far longer we had to go. "Yes, I'm fine. A cramp, but minor," she said, and started moving again.

I didn't. I wasn't convinced, and I wasn't about to ignore any unexpected behavior. Enjoyable though it was, the situation we were in was extremely dangerous, and if my climbing partner was on the cusp of a panic attack, I would prefer to know. "Are you sure you're alright? We can rest for awhile."

"I would prefer not to!" she called back without looking. "I would prefer to reach the top!"

I sucked in my lips. "If you're feeling badly, we should rest," I said. "You promise you're thinking soundly?"

"Promise!" she said. "Come on, Cat!"

I sighed. She was moving quickly, and she sounded more exasperated than anything else. I reached for the next piton...

 

Another twenty minutes and Ell stopped again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she said, swaying back and forth on the pitons. Her voice was tinged with reedy desperation. "How farther, do you reckon?"

"We're making good progress," I said, "but I would like to take a break." Or rather, she needed one, that much was clear. I had no idea what was happening in her mind, but it didn't look good.

"Cat, you can rest. I need to make it to the top." She bit her lip and looked down at me again, still swaying. Her ponytail swung back and forth like a pendulum, a brown silhouette against the black.

"You need rest too! You'll fall if you keep climbing like this!" I snapped. "Take a few minutes. Close your eyes and talk to me. We'll be out of here soon. Alright?"

"I -" she cut herself off and groaned. Despite her desperation, she still seemed more frustrated than anything else. "Sorry for worrying you. It's shameful, though."

"I promise, it's not," I said. "So what's going on?"

She pursed her lips and blew sharp air out. "You remember that waterskin you told me not to drink?"

"Yes? Oh," I said, the realization striking me.

"I have to pee," she confirmed, "Intensely. Brilliantly, and heroically. Cat, I need to piss so bad, I feel as though I could fill up *two* of those waterskins."

I grimaced. "Oh, gods. How nightmarish."

"Yes. It's nightmarish," Ell agreed. "I think I would have pissed myself by now if not for the fact..." she trailed off, looking at me.

"...that I'm right below you?" I finished for her.

Ell nodded grimly.

"Let's keep going," I said. "But carefully! I don't know how much farther there is to go. Keep testing the pitons before you put your weight on them."

"Gods..." she moaned, gazing upwards one more time.

 

Another twenty minutes. Ell's breath was heavy and stressed when she spoke. "Ohhh," she said. Backed by the Holster's reverb, her groan was low and musical in tone. "Cat, I don't think I'll make it."

I braced myself. "Are you..."

"Climbing in this state is intolerable," she said. "I have to go so badly, my stomach hurts." I didn't say anything, choosing to let her talk instead. "I need to loose at least some of what's inside me. I'll try to stop as quickly as I can, but I need the pressure off. Are you alright with that?"

"Yes," I said, and giggled a little frantically. "Don't worry. Wait, I'm going to try to get as close to the wall as possible. Can you stick out your ass so it's more in the middle of the shaft, and less right above my head?"

I looked up as I flattened myself to the side of the Holster, watching as Ell did her best to obey that suggestion, shuffling herself into a vague curve. With her legs together, ass out, and arms extended, she looked down at me with a flushed face. It was a lewd and exposing position. "You should avert your eyes. I don't want to get anything in them."

I did, pressing my cheek to the wall. Now I could see nothing but grey stone and flickering light. "Not going to remove your pants?" I teased.

"The belt is too much trouble," she said. There was a pause.

"Are you going?" I asked.

"About to! Hush!"

"Just don't put out my lantern-" I was cut off by warm drops of rain against my ear, my neck, my short blonde hair. I sucked in my lips again and held still, trying not to laugh. Smiling tightly instead, I screwed my eyes shut as more of Ell's piss ran from my hair down my cheek... then onto my lips, where I tasted salt. I puffed it away. My tunic weighed wetly against my shoulder, tapped down by her sparse, hot waterfall.

Then it stopped, and aside from the urine still dripping from my hair, I felt nothing else landing on me. "Did I get you?" Ell asked. "Fuck, I got you, huh?"

"You got me," I confirmed, finally allowing myself to laugh. "You can finish, if you want. What's done is done."

"Are you out of your mind?" the girl above me asked. "Cat, I'm going to *soak* you."

I shrugged and looked back at her. She had a large dark stain across her ass, which was still primed and ready above me. A drop of piss fell from it, past my face down the tunnel. "Is it not unpleasant to stop a piss early?"

"You asked for it," she said. "Ready yourself." She adjusted herself and spread her legs slightly, and the dark stain grew even larger as she fully let her bladder loose. A full line of piss erupted from the cloth towards me - much more than I had realized - and I squeaked and dodged back to the wall. It felt like someone was pouring a bottle of hot water into my hair, and as I pressed myself closer to the wall, the point of impact moved from my head down to the small of my back. My tunic was pressed against me, and I could feel Ell's piss entering my asscrack in a wildly undignified way.

Then Ell said, "Shit," as even more of her piss came showering down from directly above. "Sorry! It went down the legs of my pants!"

I gasped, my face and hands running with her water. "Stop, stop!" I laughed, spluttering through the wetness. "I won't be able to climb like this!"

"I can't stop now!" Ell said. "I'm almost done, hold on!"

She continued to wet herself for at least another half-minute, and by the time she finally stopped, there wasn't an inch of me that was untouched by her waste. I shook my head to get the hair from my eyes, and gave her a mock glare from below. From the looks of it, there wasn't an inch of her pants that was untouched, either. Or her boots.

She raised her eyebrows. Her ass was still dripping. "I warned you. Now you look like a drowned mouse."

"I'm sure this is very amusing to you," I said. "Now that you have relieved yourself all over the both of us, why don't we break here to dry? We can clean in the rain at the top."

Ell laughed. "Let us do just that," she said.

 

As it turned out, we had almost reached the top. Another fifteen minutes of climbing, and Ell could have simply relieved herself in a corner of the cave. I huffed at her as I climbed out over the ledge, still wet with her mess. We caught our breath at the top of the Holster, and in the stillness I became aware of the sound of rain not too far away. The storm had continued after all.

"I need to piss as well," I announced, and unbuckled my pants, tugging them down past my slick thighs. Ell glanced over at me as I exposed my nude, fuzzy, damp pussy to the air. Then I scooched over to sit above the gaping shaft once more, perched at that dizzying drop with my legs spread and hanging down into the void. I parted my lips with the index and middle finger of my right hand. With a sigh of relief I emptied my bladder, the single arc of urine leaping down and quickly falling out of the range of the lanternlight, into silence.

"Nice," Ell said.

"Nice," I agreed, still going. "Pissed in the Holster, the both of us. How often would you say this happens?"

"Not rarely, I would offer," Ell said. "Perhaps it's not an execution pit at all. Perhaps the Carvers merely needed a toilet."

I laughed. "Perhaps so."

Bottomless, I stood and carried my dirty pants out to the peak of Ale Wyd. Ell followed after me, and together, we washed our clothes, and ourselves, in the falling rain.

Edited May 25, 2023 by gyrate