by Rowan Bree
You can’t hold it any longer.
You moan as the warm liquid pours out of you. The prince pushes aside your panties to feel it run down his fingers. You feel indescribable relief but also intense shame as a couple of guests look your way. They frown in disgust as the puddle grows underneath you.
The prince rubs your clit making you come even as the piss keeps flowing. He doesn’t let you go until every last drop has left you.
“Disgusting little slut,” he says with amusement. “I think we’re going to get along quite well.”
You stand shakily letting your dress fall back into place. You can feel the wetness still running in rivulets down your legs. You need to find a place to clean yourself up.
You stumble to the exit trying your best to hide the mess. The guards at the door let you through when they see the state of you.
“There’s a washbasin in there,” one of them grunts, pointing at a torch-lit archway a little down the hall.
You can feel their eyes on you as you hurry away.
Inside the room is a small porcelain washbasin with a pitcher of water beside it. You pour some water into the basin and use a linen cloth to clean yourself up. Embarrassment burns red in your cheeks as you try not to relive what the prince did to you. Still a part of you wonders what he might have in store for you next.
You take your time cleaning up then go to the window. You can see the castle courtyard from here, bathed in light and completely empty. Usually there are guards patrolling but they must have all snuck to the feast. Beyond the courtyard are the castle gates, and beyond that Tyven. You wonder where you would be now if the slavers never caught you. Perhaps you would have found out what you were meant to be doing here.
You hear a sudden explosion of noise from the hallway. It sounds like a stampede. You go to the archway to see guests and slaves alike running down the hall, their panicked screaming and shouting making you join them without a moment’s thought. You don’t even know what you’re running from.
You follow the crowd down the staircase towards the exit. You hear an inhuman growling behind you and turn to see a demonic creature on its four spindly limbs sprinting after you. It catches one of the slower women and drags her to the ground. You hear her dress tear and her screams as you flee. You have never heard of such creatures existing. Where could it possibly have come from?
You make it out of the castle as alarm bells start ringing across the city. You don’t know where to go. Most of the guests are heading straight for Tyven’s main road while others are going east towards the docks where their boats must be.
Follow the bulk of the crowd.
Go to the docks.
You try as hard as you can to hold it. Your muscles tense and sweat beads your skin. You have never been so desperate to come in your whole life, but you mustn’t if you want to keep from humiliating yourself.
You can’t hold it any longer.
You moan as the warm liquid pours out of you. The prince pushes aside your panties to feel it run down his fingers. You feel indescribable relief but also intense shame as a couple of guests look your way. They frown in disgust as the puddle grows underneath you.
The prince rubs your clit making you come even as the piss keeps flowing. He doesn’t let you go until every last drop has left you.
“Disgusting little slut,” he says with amusement. “I think we’re going to get along quite well.”
You stand shakily letting your dress fall back into place. You can feel the wetness still running in rivulets down your legs. You need to find a place to clean yourself up.
You stumble to the exit trying your best to hide the mess. The guards at the door let you through when they see the state of you.
“There’s a washbasin in there,” one of them grunts, pointing at a torch-lit archway a little down the hall.
You can feel their eyes on you as you hurry away.
Inside the room is a small porcelain washbasin with a pitcher of water beside it. You pour some water into the basin and use a linen cloth to clean yourself up. Embarrassment burns red in your cheeks as you try not to relive what the prince did to you. Still a part of you wonders what he might have in store for you next.
You take your time cleaning up then go to the window. You can see the castle courtyard from here, bathed in light and completely empty. Usually there are guards patrolling but they must have all snuck to the feast. Beyond the courtyard are the castle gates, and beyond that Tyven. You wonder where you would be now if Jasper and the others hadn’t found you. Perhaps you would have discovered what you were meant to be doing in Tyven.
When your dress has dried enough that it is no longer see-through you return to the party.
The party.
You let yourself go.
You moan as the warm liquid pours out of you. The prince pushes aside your panties to feel it run down his fingers. You feel indescribable relief but also intense shame as a couple of guests look your way. They frown in disgust as the puddle grows underneath you.
The prince rubs your clit making you come even as the piss keeps flowing. He doesn’t let you go until every last drop has left you.
“Disgusting little slut,” he says with amusement. “I think we’re going to get along quite well.”
You stand shakily letting your dress fall back into place. You can feel the wetness still running in rivulets down your legs. You need to find a place to clean yourself up.
You stumble to the exit trying your best to hide the mess. The guards at the door let you through when they see the state of you.
“There’s a washbasin in there,” one of them grunts, pointing at a torch-lit archway a little down the hall.
You can feel their eyes on you as you hurry away.
Inside the room is a small porcelain washbasin with a pitcher of water beside it. You pour some water into the basin and use a linen cloth to clean yourself up. Embarrassment burns red in your cheeks as you try not to relive what the prince did to you. Still a part of you wonders what he might have in store for you next.
You take your time cleaning up then go to the window. You can see the castle courtyard from here, bathed in light and completely empty. Usually there are guards patrolling but they must have all snuck to the feast. Beyond the courtyard are the castle gates, and beyond that Tyven. You wonder where you would be now if the slavers never caught you. Perhaps you would have found out what you were meant to be doing here.
You hear a sudden explosion of noise from the hallway. It sounds like a stampede. You go to the archway to see guests and slaves alike running down the hall, their panicked screaming and shouting making you join them without a moment’s thought. You don’t even know what you’re running from.
You follow the crowd down the staircase towards the exit. You hear an inhuman growling behind you and turn to see a demonic creature on its four spindly limbs sprinting after you. It catches one of the slower women and drags her to the ground. You hear her dress tear and her screams as you flee. You have never heard of such creatures existing. Where could it possibly have come from?
You make it out of the castle as alarm bells start ringing across the city. You don’t know where to go. Most of the guests are heading straight for Tyven’s main road while others are going east towards the docks where their boats must be.
Follow the bulk of the crowd.
Go to the docks.
You let yourself go.
You moan as the warm liquid pours out of you. The prince pushes aside your panties to feel it run down his fingers. You feel indescribable relief but also intense shame as a couple of guests look your way. They frown in disgust as the puddle grows underneath you.
The prince rubs your clit making you come even as the piss keeps flowing. He doesn’t let you go until every last drop has left you.
“Disgusting little slut,” he says with amusement. “I think we’re going to get along quite well.”
You stand sha
kily letting your dress fall back into place. You can feel the wetness still running in rivulets down your legs. You need to find a place to clean yourself up.
You stumble to the exit trying your best to hide the mess. The guards at the door let you through when they see the state of you.
“There’s a washbasin in there,” one of them grunts, pointing at a torch-lit archway a little down the hall.
You can feel their eyes on you as you hurry away.
Inside the room is a small porcelain washbasin with a pitcher of water beside it. You pour some water into the basin and use a linen cloth to clean yourself up. Embarrassment burns red in your cheeks as you try not to relive what the prince did to you. Still a part of you wonders what he might have in store for you next.
You take your time cleaning up then go to the window. You can see the castle courtyard from here, bathed in light and completely empty. Usually there are guards patrolling but they must have all snuck to the feast. Beyond the courtyard are the castle gates, and beyond that Tyven. You wonder where you would be now if Jasper and the others hadn’t found you. Perhaps you would have discovered what you were meant to be doing in Tyven.
When your dress has dried enough that it is no longer see-through you return to the party.
The party.
You enter the room.
A centaur greets you and invites you to sit with his friends, a minotaur and an elven woman. You go to where they are sitting on a pile of cushions.
The centaur carefully folds his equine legs and offers you a drink. He seems unable to keep his eyes off you. You cautiously sidle up to him, but he seems uncomfortable.
“It’s okay, we’re not like that,” the elven woman says. “You’re not here to serve us. You’re here to relax and have a drink. We could care less about that collar.”
You relax a little and allow yourself to enjoy the wine and their company.
“Ever make it to the southern seas?” the minotaur asks.
You think of the forest, and the grey fog that clouds your memories before that. You shake your head.
“It’s a pity,” he replies. “We’d have that collar off your neck as soon as you arrived. Slavery has no place where we’re from.”
You can feel the wine going to your head. You lean against the centaur and he puts his arm around you, listening as the trio tell you stories of their home, stories you have trouble believing are true.
The minotaur whispers something to the elven woman who giggles. She says to you, “My friend and I were just about to retire to our chambers for a bit. Join us. We can show you how we pass the time in our homeland.”
The centaur interrupts, “Or perhaps you would stay and drink with me instead.” His eyes gleam with the intoxication of both wine and lust.
Stay with the centaur.
Go with the couple.
You enter the room.
A centaur greets you and invites you to sit with his friends, a minotaur and an elven woman. You go to where they are sitting on a pile of cushions.
The centaur carefully folds his equine legs and offers you a drink. He seems unable to keep his eyes off you. You cautiously sidle up to him, remembering your role tonight, but he seems uncomfortable.
“It’s okay, we’re not like that,” the elven woman says. “You’re not here to serve us. You’re here to relax and have a drink. We could care less about that collar.”
You relax a little and allow yourself to enjoy the wine and their company.
“Ever make it to the southern seas?” the minotaur asks.
You think of the forest, and the grey fog that clouds your memories before that. You shake your head.
“It’s a pity,” he replies. “We’d have that collar off your neck as soon as you arrived. Slavery has no place where we’re from.”
You can feel the wine going to your head. You lean against the centaur and he puts his arm around you, listening as the trio tell you stories of their home, stories you have trouble believing are true.
The minotaur whispers something to the elven woman who giggles. She says to you, “My friend and I were just about to retire to our chambers for a bit. Join us. We can show you how we pass the time in our homeland.”
The centaur interrupts, “Or perhaps you would stay and drink with me instead.” His eyes gleam with the intoxication of both wine and lust.
Stay with the centaur.
Go with the couple.
You leave the room behind and continue to the exit. The guards ask you what you want and you tell them you need a place to clean yourself up.
“There’s a washbasin in there,” one of them grunts, pointing at a torch-lit archway a little down the hall.
You can feel their eyes on you as you hurry away.
Inside the room is a small porcelain washbasin with a pitcher of water beside it. You pour some water into the basin and use a linen cloth to clean yourself up. The wine doesn’t come out of the white linen easily. There are still dark stains all down your dress. At least your skin isn’t sticky anymore.
You take your time cleaning up then go to the window to let the breeze dry your clothes. You can see the castle courtyard from here, bathed in light and completely empty. Usually there are guards patrolling but they must have all snuck to the feast. Beyond the courtyard are the castle gates, and beyond that Tyven. You wonder where you would be now if the slavers never caught you. Perhaps you would have found out what you were meant to be doing here.
You hear a sudden explosion of noise from the hallway. It sounds like a stampede. You go to the archway to see guests and slaves alike running down the hall, their panicked screaming and shouting making you join them without a moment’s thought. You don’t even know what you’re running from.
You follow the crowd down the staircase towards the exit. You hear an inhuman growling behind you and turn to see a demonic creature on its four spindly limbs sprinting after you. It catches one of the slower women and drags her to the ground. You hear her dress tear and her screams as you flee. You have never heard of such creatures existing. Where could it possibly have come from?
You make it out of the castle as alarm bells start ringing across the city. You don’t know where to go. Most of the guests are heading straight for Tyven’s main road while others are going east towards the docks where their boats must be.
Follow the bulk of the crowd.
Go to the docks.
You leave the room behind and continue to the exit. The guards ask you what you want and you tell them you need a place to clean yourself up.
“There’s a washbasin in there,” one of them grunts, pointing at a torch-lit archway a little down the hall.
You can feel their eyes on you as you hurry away. You won’t have a chance to escape just yet. You’ll have to find another way to get a message to Jasper.
Inside the room is a small porcelain washbasin with a pitcher of water beside it. You pour some water into the basin and use a linen cloth to clean yourself up. The wine doesn’t come out of the white linen easily. There are still dark stains all down your dress. At least your skin isn’t sticky anymore.
You take your time cleaning up then go to the window to let the breeze dry your clothes. You can see the castle courtyard from here, bathed in light and completely empty. Usually there are guards patrolling but they must have all snuck to the feast. Beyond the courtyard are the castle gates, and beyond that Tyven. You wonder where you would be now if Jasper and the others hadn’t found you. Perhaps you would have discovered what you were meant to be doing in Tyven. When your dress has dried enough that it is no longer see-through you return to the party.
The party.
You decline the couple’s invitation and stay with the centaur. He pours you a goblet of wine and you take a sip.
“Know much about centaurs?” he asks.
You shake your head. Not that you remember, anyway.
“But you do know of our reputation, at lea
st.”
That you do remember. It’s hard to forget when tales of the noble race’s ways with women are legend.
He reaches over to stroke your leg. You hear a moan and glance up to see a pair of deeply tanned elves licking and sucking each other in the middle of the room. Everyone else seems too occupied with their own lusts to pay them much mind. The centaur pulls you closer to him.
There isn’t nearly enough wine left in your goblet. The centaur pours more. You drink deeply.
“You didn’t come here just to drink wine and watch the others,” he says.
No, you didn't mean to come here at all you think. But now that you’re here there’s only one thing on your mind. You get up and feel the wine rush to your head. You giggle as you fall against the centaur.
“Over here,” the centaur says, pulling you over to a window alcove. Anyone looking up towards the castle could see you here, your naked body quivering with excitement. The night air is warm. Your breath heaves in your chest.
The centaur kisses you taking what little breath you had left. You kiss him back as long as you can before breaking away for air. He kisses your cheek and down your neck as you catch your breath.
“Turn around,” he says, still kissing his way down your neck and across your shoulders. He bends you over the windowsill, caressing and kissing your body.
He asks if you are ready and you nod. He rests his forelegs up on the windowsill and moves on top of you. You can feel the flared head of his cock hit your backside and you reach back to stroke its length. You slide it between your thighs and rub it against your pussy. You won’t be able to fit it all in, but you will try your best. You massage the tip with your palm until the both of you are wet. You will need all the help you can get to fit this beast inside of you.
