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  1. Some clarification before we get into the actual story: Frisk is female in this because it's easier for me to write. Frisk will still be referred to with they/them pronouns. This story relies heavily on the narra-chara theory, or that Chara is the narrator of undertale and follows you around. There's some charisk esque stuff in this, as of currently, no actual direct things. This is subject to change because I like writing romance. Chara and Frisk are aged up to 19 and 20 respectively. Some touchy subject will likely be covered, such as: suicide, self harm, abuse. --- Chapter 1: THE FALL Frisk awoke with a start, and began surveying their surroundings. A million questions began circling through their head as they looked around the room they had awoken in. It looked to be a large cave, with sunlight beaming down from a large opening in the ceiling. There was one exit to the room, a winding corridor in front of them. They looked beneath themself to see a large bed of golden flowers. They stepped away from their temporary flower-bed and inspected the ground where they had been sleeping. Aside from the very obvious Frisk-shaped imprint on the ground, they noticed something very particular. A patch of raised dirt. They had fallen on a grave. This realization left Frisk a bit uneasy, like they were being watched. They quickly continued down the corridor. They emerged into another room, this one not quite as large. In the middle of a room was a small patch of grass with a single golden flower resting in the center. "strange," Frisk thought to themself "these things usually grow like crazy." their thoughts were interrupted by the flower suddenly sprouting up a smile. "Woah!" Frisk cried out as they jumped back. "Well, hello." They said rather politely as they regained their composure. "Howdy!" The flower said in a grating sing-song voice. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!" "Very creative." Frisk said under their breath "Yeah, like you could do better." Flowey snapped back. "As a matter of fact I could, Dandy." Frisk retorted. "Ok, let's just cut to the chase." Flowey smiled once more, this time a bit twisted. "DIE." Seed-like bullets began to surround frisk, almost reaching them and then... They disappeared? Flowey looked confused and angry, before getting hit from behind with a fireball, and running away. "Hello, my child. Are you hurt?" A goat lady stepped out from the shadows to greet the human. "What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth. Here, allow me to guide you through the ruins." And the goat did just that. Frisk followed closely behind, as not to get lost on the straight and very clear path forward. On the way they learned this goats name was Toriel. This continued until the two reached a long room with a door at the far end. "This, my child, is your final test." Toriel said grimly. "Make it to the end of this room... Without my help!" At this, Frisk feigned a shocked gasp, and put their hand over their mouth. "I am sorry for this." Toriel whispered before she ran down the hall and hid behind a pillar. It had been a bit since Frisk had some time to think, so they took the long walk down the hall to do so. They thought about how they had survived their fall, what the rest of the monsters would be like, and finally, they noticed they had to pee. Bad. Of course. Of course they didn't use the restroom before leaving the house, they didn't exactly expect to live long enough for that to be and issue. They were just supposed to climb the mountain and disappear, but no. Life just had to throw one more punch and make them wet themselves in an underground labyrinth inhabited by monsters who probably wanted to kill them. By the end of their thinking, they had reached the end of the corridor. Toriel walked out from the behind the last pillar and gave a small speech about how proud she was. "Well, Toriel DID say she'd had other humans down here before..." Frisk thought hopefully "Maybe she has a bathroom?" "Hey Toriel?" Frisk began "Yes, my child?" Toriel listened "Does there happen to be a bathroom anywhere in this place?" Frisk asked with a small amount of strain in their voice. "Ah, yes." Toriel answered. "There is one at home." "Thank go- great!" Frisk said, relieved. "However, is your need urgent?" Toriel questioned "I need to run some errands, I should only be gone for 5 minutes." Frisk took a moment to reassess their need, and against their better judgement they said "yeah, I can wait." "Alright, well stay here." Toriel said as she sped off. Frisk waited a few seconds until they were sure Toriel was gone, and left the room. They were immediately drawn to a small pile of leaves, and decided to sit in them and think a bit more. "Playfully crinkling through the leaves fill you with DETERMINATION." They heard a voice behind them. "Who's there!?" They spun around only to see a floating, see-through human, about their age. "Just me." The human-ghost-thing said. "The names chara."
  2. From the album: My Omo Art

    The hard everyday life of a celebrity.
  3. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Bet you can guess who asked for this one! XD Oh man, I can't tell you guys how creative I thought this idea was --- it replicates a scene from one of the Sims expansions where your sim can encounter a shark while diving. They pee themselves in the game too! But look at him! That shark wouldn't hurt a fly --- he just wants to be a big, scary fishy! X] I had them color-coordinate their wet suits for added "adorable", lol. Thank you to StandH for this commission!
  4. Context: This tale draws on British folklore and herbcraft pertaining to the potent diuretic properties of dandelions and includes some historical features of medieval England. Ealdormen were local, administrative leaders (similar to earls) who also served as liaisons between their people and the king. I'd love to hear feedback from folks with more expertise in the field about this. As for the rest of us history/herbcraft nerds- enjoy! The Ealdorman’s Family The year is 1010 CE in the town of Warwick (then Waeringwic) in the kingdom of Mercia. Today is the day that the king is visiting the royal mint in Warwick and an ealdorman named Aethelwulf will be presenting his family. ----- Cora the eldest daughter (22 y/o) Cora awoke with a jolt of energy and immediately sat upright. She used both hands to pat her naked body and the mattress beneath her. “Yes!”, she exclaimed as loudly as she could in a whispered voice. She didn’t want to startle her sleeping sister, Aelfwynn, as she celebrated yet another dry night. “That makes one full cycle of the moon”, Cora thought to herself as she calmly laid back down and folded her hands over her abdomen. “Maybe my wish is coming true.” Although Cora had prayed to God for a dry bed every night, she had also tried an old, pagan remedy that many Mercian women still swore by. A month prior, on May Day, Cora plucked a brilliant yellow dandelion that grew unusually tall from her grandmother’s grave. As she took in the aroma of the flower, she recited the words that her mother taught her: “As flowers bloom, and fledglings fly, Please help keep my mattress dry” Since the spell was intended to help mothers keep their children dry, Cora had changed the last line a little bit. After she said the spell, she buried the flower next to her grandmother’s headstone and returned to the May Day festivities. Today would also be a day of feasting and celebration. Although she still had about an hour before the rest of the family would ready themselves to greet the king’s procession, Cora leapt from her bed and put on her underdress. She quickly put on her bliaut and tied the belt around her waist. In her excitement, she cinched the belt a little harder than she had intended and the pressure caused her full bladder to leak a gentle stream of urine onto the floor. For the first time that day she noticed how full her bladder actually was. She felt a tightening in her chest as leaked and quickly made for her chamber pot. She continued leaking as she hiked up her bliaut and underdress and squatted over the large metal bowl. As she relaxed her pelvic floor, the forceful stream made a loud hollow sound as it made contact with the metal followed by the sound of liquid pooling and churning in the bowl below. Cora tried to steady the force of her stream so it wasn’t so loud, but her control was limited once she started. She looked over at Aelfwynn sleeping and saw her stir in the bed. After about 20 seconds Cora finished peeing and stood up. She used a rag by her bed to wipe away the narrow trail of urine that had escaped her earlier, and carried the chamber pot out of the room. Bronwynn, the eldest woman servant of the house, saw Cora in the corner walking with the chamber pot out of her eye as she prepared breakfast. “Need a hand with that, my lady?” Bronwynn asked. “No- thank you. I can handle it,” Cora replied “Do I sense another dry night, my lady? I always get concerned when I don’t see chamber pots leaving first thing in the morning. Makes me think you’re either not drinking enough or drinking too much before bed,” Bronwynn said, cheekily. Taken aback by the candor but still celebrating her success, Cora replied, “There’s at least one less mattress for you to clean today.” ---- Aelfwynn the middle daughter (20 y/o) “Stop it, Ceolwulf,”Aelfwynn called to her younger brother who threw flower after flower at her chanting: “Dandelion, dandelion, hex my sis, Make sure her bed is soaked with piss” “You’re such a nuisance. You know that doesn’t work. You’re just killing flowers now,” Aelfwynn said as they walked along the road to Warwick. “Of course it works!” replied Ceolwulf. “Remember when you picked up those dandelions and pressed them into my back? I wet the bed every night for weeks!” Aelfwynn laughed, “I don’t think the flowers had anything to do with that. You always piss the bed, at least more than any of us.” “Pissed the bed. I’ve been dry for- well- at least three months,” Ceolwulf retorted. “Very impressive,” Aelfwynn said sarcastically, though she had only been dry for about a year herself. All of the ealdorman’s children wet the bed into adulthood, just as the ealdorman and his wife, Gyda, had. Whether it was all the talk of wetting the bed or a side-effect of the dandelion torture, Aelfwynn’s bladder started clamoring for her attention. She spied a large elderberry bush just off the left-hand side of the road. Aelfwynn looked ahead and behind her to see that no one else was coming. “Ceolwulf, make yourself useful and stand in front of that bush. I need to pee.” “You seriously can’t make it back to town? I didn’t expect those flowers to work so quickly,” Ceolwulf said with a chuckle. “It’s not the flowers, idiot. I drank some of mother’s tea this morning,” Aelfwynn replied. “Oh, the dandelion tea? Seriously Aelfwynn you know that goes right through you,” Ceolwulf taunted. “Just shut up and make sure no one comes back here,” Aelfwynn said as she started hiking up her dress. She barely had time to squat before a thick, clear torrent of piss shot out of her onto the ground with a loud hiss and a splash. The urine quickly collected in a small puddle beneath her. The release was incredible; Aelfwynn felt tingles ripple through her body from her fingertips to her toes. She felt liquid splashing back onto her bare feet and legs, so she started to slowly raise herself up. However, instead of feeling less splashback, she felt more. In fact, she could feel immense warmth and wetness spreading along the underside of her thighs and creeping slowly up her back. With a start, Aelfwynn sat up in bed and made the dreadful realization that her dream had caused her to completely wet her bed. She felt soaked and warm from knees to butt and the urine on her back now cooled as she sat upright on her sodden mattress. With her right hand she held her blankets in front of her bare chest as she inspected the damage with her left. She pressed against the canvas layer and heard the squish of wet wool underneath her. Of all days for this to happen, this was the worst she could imagine. Thankfully Cora had already gotten up. Aelfwynn threw her blankets off the bed and squeezed what she could of the urine from the ends of her hair. She rose from her bed, naked and damp, and used a rag to wipe herself down. She then retrieved a small bundle of dried lavender, divided the bundle into two parts and tied it around each leg. She hoped that the extra lavender, in addition to some lavender powder under her arms, would mask the smell of urine. Between the smell of piss and flowers, she chose the latter. Before she could throw on her underdress, Cora came back into the room with the empty chamber pot. Cora averted her eyes as she entered the room, “Oh I’m sorry Aelfwynn I thought you were still asleep.” “No no it’s OK. I was just- uh- freshening up”, Aelfwynn said putting on her underdress. As Cora walked to the door to leave the room, she saw Aelfwynn’s sodden mattress, which immediately brought the smell of urine to her senses. But there was another smell as well- something floral. “I’ll have Bronwynn send her boys in to take the mattress outside,” Cora said with a caring smile. “Can I get you a washcloth?” “Yes, thank you," Aelfwynn replied. “The lavender smells nice,” Cora said sincerely. Aelfwynn smiled as Cora left the room. ----- Ceolwulf, the youngest and only son (18 y/o) “Get ye gone, boys! Morning’s only a few hours away,” the tavern owner said, shooing the two young patrons out into the alley. Brundyr protested. “Ah c’mon, Hildy. Just one more round. Ceolwulf’s gotta be nice and hungover for his date with the king tomorrow.” “You lads’ll be lucky you make it home with dry trousers. Now piss off," Hildy said shutting the tavern door. “We love you too, Hildy”, Ceolwulf slurred as he stepped into the alley. Brundyr immediately pulled his waistband down to piss on the side of the house across from the entrance of the tavern. Ceolwulf stumbled beside him to do the same. As his stream poured onto the house, Brundyr began to rant: “I dare you, Ceolwulf, I dare you to stare the king RIGHT in his eyes tomorrow, yeah, and *hic* and tell him that there isn’t a *hic* there isn’t a king in Mercia, in *hic* Wessex, Wales, or *hic* Northumbria that can kill a Dane *hic* better than a WARWICK man. You tell him *hic*- Ceolwulf- you *hic* are you OK? Ceolwulf leaned pressing his left hand against the house, while his right hand clutched his crotch. Brundyr finished peeing, sheathed his ‘sword’, and turned to look at his friend. “Ceolwulf, what are you *hic* what are you doing, Ceolwulf?” Ceolwulf turned and lurched out of the shadow of the house into the moonlit alley. Brundyr walked around Ceolwulf so he could see his front. Still clutching his groin, Ceolwulf stood with his knees turned inward and two thick, obvious wet streaks down each leg of his pants. Brundyr guffawed and cackled as he realized what had happened. “Oh no, Wulfy, what’d you do?” “Brundyr, I need to *hic* go home. I got a lotta do. I- uh- got a lotta do before I *hic* go see the king.” Brundyr continued laughing and put his arm around Ceolwulf. “We should go show Hildy. She’d have a laugh AND a piss I think”. Ceolwulf shook Brundyr’s arm off of him and in his stupor pleaded, “Please don’t *hic* tell anyone, Brundyr. Please don’t tell anyone. This is *hic* shameful. Please don’t tell, Brundyr, please *hic*” “You have my word, Wulfy. I won’t tell anyone- at least until the king leaves town.” Ceolwulf shoved Brundyr into the side of the tavern. “I’m only joking, lordy”, Brundyr said laughing. “What did you think would happen after a whole bottle of dandelion wine?” That was the last thing Ceolwulf remembers before he slowly opened his eyes. The early morning sunlight shone through the crack between the two shutters in his room. As he laid on his side, he could hear someone stirring in the kitchen, likely getting breakfast ready. He closed his eyes again and put his hands between his legs to go back to sleep in a fetal position. As soon as his hands touched his naked body he felt how wet he was. He rolled over onto his back and felt the wet canvas and wool give under him. Now his back and his left side were wet and the smell of piss was strong in his room. Of all his siblings, Ceolwulf struggled the most with his bladder. He was not only prone to bedwetting, but also daytime accidents. He would wet himself at least once a month in school and every fight he found himself in- even those he had started himself- resulted in wet pants. His sisters sympathized with him and were especially understanding of his bedwetting accidents. They couldn’t help but tease him though, going so far as to ‘knight’ him Sir Ceolwulf the Wet. He gave himself a quick wipedown with a rag next to his bed and picked his pants up off of the floor. Forgetting what had happened the night before, he felt a shock as he put his right foot into the cold, damp leg of his pants. He dropped his pants and stepped back- now all too aware of his pounding headache and dry throat. He crawled back into bed and laid on the dry side of his mattress, clutching his head, unsure of his next move. Ceolwulf’s three-month dry spell was broken. As he laid next to his large wet spot, he suddenly recalled a refrain from one of his mother’s favorite folk tales: “Lady Boudica, fierce and strong Took many Roman heads. When she gave them ‘gifts’ of dandelion wine, The lot of them wet their beds”* ----- The Ealdorman and his wife (50 and 38 y/o respectively) Aethelwulf awoke next to his wife Glyda who was still sleeping soundly beside him. At 50 years old, Aethelwulf awaited one of the highest honors of his life. He would tell the king how he and the other ealdormen kept the mint safe and secure. Aethelwulf was instrumental in managing Warwick’s prosperity amid the ever looming threat of raids by the Danes and administered justice in line with his people’s mores and Mercian law. At present however, he was not focused on business but rather his family. Aethelwulf came from a long line of ealdormen, starting with his great-grandfather who helped found Warwickshire and later became an ealdorman of Warwick town. Although he was proud of his family line, each one of his ealdorman ancestors were chronic bedwetters. He had vivid memories of his grandmother and mother collecting May Day dandelions to help keep their children dry at night throughout the year. He now saw his wife, Glyda, doing the same for his children year after year. Aethelwulf felt as if his family’s bladder troubles would affect his children’s future opportunities. Granted, Cora seemed to be heading down a monastic path. She never expressed any enthusiasm for living among men and had an innate talent with the written word and illustration. When Aethelwulf had tried arranging a marriage between Aelfwynn and the son of an ealdorman of Worcester, Edmund, the young man had seemed very interested at first. No doubt- Aelfwynn is quick-witted, a talented seamstress and not to mention quite comely. Sadly, gossip reached Edmund’s ears alerting him that his flaxen-haired beauty was a lifelong bedwetter. And as for ‘Ceolwulf the Wet’, well, he still had a lot of growing up to do in many respects. He wondered if sheltering them from the world did them any good either. Aethelwulf snapped back to the present moment and felt the mattress beneath him. Dry, as he expected. He slept nude (like most people of his day) except for a diaper made of linen and wool that his daughter Aelfwynn had made. She made one for him and one for his wife Glyda, using a pattern that Glyda herself had designed. Their children wore them throughout childhood as well, but had stopped once they reached adulthood. Though there were many nights that their mattresses (and the servants who cleaned them) would have benefited greatly from them. Aethelwulf reached over and felt his wife’s side of the bed. Her diaper had leaked a bit, but nothing that required an intensive cleaning of the mattress. Glyda stirred on her side and turned on her back. She blinked open her eyes and turned her head to look at her husband. “Good morning, my dear. How did you sleep?” she asked. “The sea did not breach the hull of the ship, so I’d say I fared well,” Aethelwulf replied. “It seems you had a bit too much of that piss-a-bed tea.” “I had nary a drop thank you very much, but I did fall foul of the dandelion yesterday.” “Oh?” inquired Aethelwulf. “I was picking flowers along the river bank and lost track of time. Suddenly I heard the Vespers bell and realized how late it was.” “Hmmm” Aethelwulf sounded puzzled. “I realized then that I had picked a few dandelion flowers without thinking,” Glyda said. “Ah, what is it that the pagans say about picking dandelions at night?” “‘Pick a dandy flower after four, you’ll pee and pee forevermore’. And you know how my sleeping bladder gets,” Glyda concluded. Indeed, it was said that picking dandelions after 4 PM would make you pee incessantly throughout the night. While most people would begrudgingly get up to go, Glyda’s bladder would simply not permit that. Glyda, like Aethelwulf, came from a long line of bedwetters. She shared many of her husband’s concerns for their children, but was confident that faith in God and the herbcraft of her ancestors would yield positive futures for their children. Once Glyda and Aethelwulf cleaned themselves up with wash cloths, Glyda went to check on their children. She was surprised to find Cora already dressed and ready. Her daughter looked beautiful in her dress and leather-tied shoes. Aelfwynn was still eating breakfast but seemed in good spirits. Glyda had helped her put the finishing touches on her bliaut the night before and was confident both her daughters would make a lasting impression. Ceolwulf on the other hand was a mess. “You drank a WHOLE bottle of dandelion wine. Don’t you remember the story of Boudica and the Roman legion?” Glyda asked her son, still lying in his bed. “Yes, but I-”, Ceolwulf began, but Glyda cut him off and continued. “This is a powerful flower, my son. It’s meant to flush out toxins and keep you well. If you abuse it there are consequences.” Ceolwulf sat silently and averted his eyes from his mother. Glyda went on, “This is a big day for your father and for our family. We’re going to celebrate and make merry, but right now we need to get you a pair of your father’s trousers. Last I checked yours have all been pissed.” “They’ll be pretty loose but I can belt them along with my tunic.” Ceolwulf said sullenly. “Please do. I take no pleasure in shaming any of my children, but I will ask that you clean your mattress yourself. At least get it out in the sun so it can dry while we’re out,” Glyda finished. Glyda turned and shut the door to allow some privacy as Ceolwulf moved his mattress off the simple wooden bed frame. As he was moving the mattress he felt something soft hit the back of his head. Turning around he saw Aelfwynn peeking through his window. She quickly ducked her head as both sisters giggled and ran around to the other side of the house. He grunted and sighed and looked down at the floor to see what his sister had thrown. It was a new homemade, linen and wool diaper that she had planned on giving him later. She had not only stitched the letter 'C' in the front, but had also stitched a few dandelions on it as well. Just before they were to leave for the mint, Glyda picked a dandelion that had gone to seed in the front yard. Before blowing the seeds to the wind, Glyda made a silent wish: “May our days be merry, May our nights be kind, May our accidents remain, Out of sight and mind.” *I made up the story of Boudica and the Roman legion, but thought it was a fun bit of fiction Sources: Fabulous Folklore with Icy: Making Wishes and Wetting the Bed (the inspiration for this!) https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/dandelions-in-folklore-making-wishes-and-wetting-the-bed/id1450546036?i=1000606861605 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ealdorman https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boudica https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warwick https://www.medievalists.net/2013/04/did-people-in-the-middle-ages-take-baths/ https://www.carrementbelle.com/blog/en/2019/10/02/perfume-middle-ages/ Smatterings from Netflix’s “The Last Kingdom” (I think Aelfwynn is such an awesome name!)
  5. Desperate Lilith This story is loosely based on Diablo 4 and the arc of Lilith. I had an absolute blast writing it. Though I decided to give Lilith a more <ahem> appropriate look, fitting with the story. Enjoy! Return from Void After a perilous quest the adventurers reached the tomb of Lilith. They were too blinded in their quest of gold, to pay any heed to the warnings of the scholar. When they entered the tomb, Elias wasted no time and pinned them against the walls using his telekinetic strength. Three bound and terrified individuals wept before him, their pleading eyes reflecting their desperation. Their muffled screams filled the chamber, but they were mere offerings to the darkness that Elias sought to unleash. With trembling hands, Elias raised a wickedly sharp crystal above his head and chanted those unholy words. Within a flash, the bodies of the three individuals started melting. In the midst of the growing darkness, a swirling vortex of their blood materialized at the centre of the circle. Shadows writhed and twisted, coalescing into a figure of absolute terror. And there she stood, Lilith, the fallen queen, emerging from the void with an aura of malevolence. Lilith's beauty was deceptive, her visage a delicate balance between allure and horror. Her porcelain skin was as pale as death itself, fiery crimson hair and huge deadly locks of horns cascaded around her like molten lava, framing her sharp, seductive features. Her eyes, two pools of darkness, held an ancient wisdom and a hunger for power that pierced through the soul. Her form was sinuous and ethereal, clad in scanty layers of flowing garments that barely left anything to imagination. A cage like corset clinched her waist tight, giving her the perfect hour-glass shape. Her long legs appeared from underneath the tight draping of her nether. It was a complex arrangement of clothes locked and sewn with the corset, something which would prove to be a great hindrance should she need to relieve herself. A sinister smile played upon her lips, revealing razor-sharp teeth. Shadows clung to her, shifting, and undulating with a life of their own. Her presence exuded a palpable aura of fear and domination, an unmistakable sign that chaos and devastation were soon to follow. The Vial of Power The moment Lilith stepped down on the floor, she collapsed. She looked at her own hands with anger in her eyes. “The void has made me weak; I must regain my strength if I am to claim the sanctuary.” “Mother, I could only offer you three weaklings to bring you back. But I have a potion that is made of the sanctuary’s strongest females’ blood and water!” Elias offered a vial containing glowing yellow liquid to Lilith and bowed to her. “This devotion of yours will be rewarded generously.” Lilith swiftly drank the liquid from the vial. In a flash, Lilith started transforming. Her hair grew longer, horns thicker and sharper, eyes lit up with a fierce red glow. Her breasts pumped up and threatened to burst out of the little cups of her dress. Her waist and hips got fuller, pushing against the tight confines of her golden corset. Elias watched in astonishment as she levitated above the ground casting a long ominous shadow. There was one more thing that Elias wanted to tell Lilith. “Mother, there is something you must know, before you go out to conquer the sanctuary!” Elias said with a low pleading voice breaking Lilith’s moment. “Yes, my child . . .Tell me . . . Everything” Lilith bent over and whispered into his ear. “The vial though bestows immense power to the bearer”, Elias gulped down his throat. “It. . . It comes with its own challenges” “I have survived in the void. . . What can possibly be a challenge for me?” “The potion is known to ravages the bladder of the bearer. It sends a flood of all the filthy piss, swifter than you can imagine. This was done to prevent anyone from becoming too powerful”. Lilith frowned, “How dare you think so small of me. I am the daughter of hatred . . . the mother of Nephalem! And you think, I cannot hold my flood back as if I am a mere mortal! I am immune and above such trivialities.” “Of course, my mother!” His eyes fell on her wasp thin waist, clasped tightly under her cage-like golden corset. From underneath the corset, a faint flow came from her belly. His lips trembled as he realized the potion had already started showing its effect. But he froze in place, as Lilith ran her sharp nails over his pale cheeks, making him bleed. Elias mustered courage to speak again, “Mother. Save us from the Eternal conflict. Save the sanctuary from the High Heavens and Burning Hells!” “I am not here to save. I am here to empower.” A cunning smile formed on her lips, “Pushing me into the void was Inarius’s weakness. He could bring himself to end me - a weakness that will cost dearly to the heavens and the hells. I must reach the Cathedral and find out where have they hidden the keys to hell! Once I get the key I will make a deal with Astaroth with an offer he simply can’t refuse.” The Cathedral of Control It was a long journey through the frigid regions of the Fractured peaks. The wind was cold and the flakes sharp enough to cut through steel. Her strong presence was felt across the sanctuary and soon defenders arrived to stop her. At the same time, the cultists who worshipped her came to fight for her and slaughtered the guardians. “My children are here with me, and I make a promise to you all that we shall destroy the eternal conflict forever!” There was a huge uproar and soon the word spread in the sanctuary that the demon queen had returned. Lilith savoured on the flesh of the dead and drank their gore, satiating her decade long hunger and thirst. Hours were spent by her in slaying her opposers and renegades. Elias came running to her. He was shocked to see Lilith drinking blood from each of the dead. “Mother, I beg you not to drink so hastily. It will add to your. . .” Lilith scowled at him with rage in her eyes. “Don’t you dare!” “I’m sorry Mother. I bear some news, that a girl named Neyrelle, and her partner Wanderer have set out on a journey to find the keys to hell as well. As we speak they are trying to reach the Cathedral of Light. Neyrelle is the daughter of Vhenard, who knows the ancient runes, has read the old texts, and has profound knowledge about Horadrim. She is a force to be reckoned with.” Elias emphasized. Pangs occurred in her belly as the combination of the blood she drank, and the potion started to show its effects. A frown appeared on Lilith’s face as she felt the power and pressure within herself grow. “In that case, lets pay the Cathedral a visit, long overdue.” Lilith rose from her place, clenching her muscles. “Still under control” She thought to herself and started on her way to the Cathedral. The hallowed halls were going to witness to an epic struggle of a different kind today. Inside its confines, the formidable demon queen Lilith hid in the shadows, wrestling her rapidly filling bladder. It was no less than a demon, one that clawed and gnawed at her from within. Lilith's normally graceful silhouette cut a discordant figure against the grand entrance. Her striking crimson cloak flowed with an urgency that echoed the tumultuous waves of desperation coursing through her body. Her eyes, usually blazing with embers of command, flickered with a strained hardness. Merely six hours into the sanctuary and yet her incredibly strong self was locked in a brutal tug of war with her body's incessant demand for relief and the greater cause. Ultimately she silenced her bodily desire, “I am not going to look out for any relief. I must act to get the keys to hell”. The towering sanctuary of the cathedral loomed before her as she located the high priestess. A curvy figure swathed in authority, the gatekeeper of the coveted knowledge. The woman's defiance lit a fierce spark in Lilith, the flames further fanned by the torturous pressure within her. "I see you keep guard of the forbidden knowledge. Speak of the key, where is it hidden?” Her demand ripped through the silent cathedral like a thunderclap, echoing gloomily against the cold stone walls. The priestess refused. “I denounce you demon! You shall never have the key to Hell!” Her refusal fanned the inferno within Lilith, her frustration mounting with each passing second. “You shall not?” Lilith came closer to the priestess and lifted her by her collar. “I will not yield!” the priestess defiantly countered, despite the tightening grip of Lilith. Lilith's fuse was perilously short. A significant amount of piss resided in Lilith’s bladder bothering her control. Each word, each confrontation was a punch to her straining bladder, a silent, torturous battle masked by the drama unfolding. Her desperation was taking a serious toll on her ability to mind-control the priestess. “Hold it Lilith. You cannot let the Priestess win.” Lilith said to herself and let go of the priestess, making her fall on the floor with a thud. She took a deep breath and tapped into her demonic aura. She loomed ominously over the frail priestess, her eyes flaring menacingly. But beneath the intimidating façade, her body trembled from the rapidly growing need for relief. An unintended wince crossed her face, quickly replaced by a forced snarl. Despite her scary stance, the stubborn resistance of the priestess was more than Lilith could bear. Lilith squeezed herself tighter and looked into the soul of the priestess to find something shocking. The priestess was herself desperate for a relief, almost at the end of her tether. “I see that you are struggling to contain yourself.” Lilith smiled devilishly. “Give me the location and I shall spare your dignity.” The priestess suddenly felt her desperation rise rapidly. She shoved her hand in her crotch. Finally, the priestess crumbled under the weight of Lilith's will and revealed to her that the key was in the cave near lake Yasama. “Now you may have you relief!” Lilith made the priestess wet herself. A huge puddle formed around the priestess making Lilith wince. “Your kind has become weak. I am holding more waters than you can ever imagine, but I shall not piss, not until the time is right.” Lilith whispered. “No, you demon! You will meet the same fate as mine.” The priestess sobbed. Lilith smirked and tore away from the cathedral. The words of the priestess echoed in her ears as she hurriedly scuffled out of cavernous space. Her usual graceful strides were replaced by a hurried, stiff-legged pace. Even though Lilith boasted of her impeccable strength, a considerable amount was being consumed by her increasing need to pee. “I never thought I could ever get desperate for a piss!” Lilith swore herself. “Perhaps, now that I know where the keys are, I can find somewhere secluded to relieve myself!” As Lilith stepped out in the cold, a raven suddenly appeared. It was Elias’s. “Mother, Neyrelle and the Wanderer are closing in. In the village Yasama you will find the old lady Vhenard, who is also the mother of Neyrelle. Only she can help you cross the lake.” “I know what I have to do. Now, fly away from here.” Lilith commanded. Her hopes of finding relief were dashed. With the daunting journey to the next village, Yasama, looming ahead, she felt the knot of dread tighten in her stomach. But she refused to capitulate. She was in a fight, not just for the keys, but for her command over Sanctuary. Her need to piss came secondary. The Entrance to Yasama “All this pounding pressure is taking too much power from me. I am getting slow!” Lilith thought as she navigated her way to the little village of Yasama. Soon she was stood at the horizon, scanning for any potential places she could quickly sneak to. For Lilith, the formidable demon queen, it was not a destination, but a gauntlet to cross. Her body screamed for mercy. The diuretic potion was pumping piss inside her bladder like a waterfall. Her bulge pushing against the tight metallic corset. Every breath of hers, intensified her burning need to pee, the most primal of human urges. It was a brutal reminder of her mortal shell. But the day was unyielding, and so was she. “There is a place I shall use to unleash my waters. No one will ever know.” Lilith had hopes in her eyes as she spotted a secluded patch surrounded by dense tress. As she approached the spot of the village, the ground rumbled beneath her, the silent afternoon shattered by the charging ranks of defenders. Yasama was prepared, but Lilith was ready too. “If you stop me now, you are going to bear the brunt of my desperation!” In her mind, the need to relieve herself and the need to fight fused into a single, potent desire for victory. The first defender lunged at her, a brutish figure with a snarling face, his raised weapon glinting menacingly in the dim light. Lilith deflected his blow, striking back with a ferocity that matched the intensity of her tormenting urge. She danced through the battlefield, her movements precise yet urgent, the strain apparent in her strained breaths. Each clash echoed the silent symphony of her desperation, a wordless aria that only she could hear. More defenders swarmed her, their numbers unending. Each blow she blocked, every dodge, every twist, was a calculated risk, a daring dance between maintaining her control and asserting her dominance. Every jarring impact was a cruel reminder of the war waging within her, each victorious takedown a bitter triumph. But amidst the chaos, she felt a growing wave of frustration — the battle outside was relentless and so was the one inside. Every aggressive movement, every flex of her muscle, her internal pressure soared, a dam straining to its limits. Despite killing hundreds of the defenders, they kept coming. Lilith had enough. She steeled herself and summoned an inner strength even she didn't know she possessed. Her eyes glowed brighter than ever. The veins under her skin glowed red just like her bladder. Then, with a guttural roar that rang through the village, she unleashed her most potent spell. A red flaming wave of fiery destruction tore through the ranks of defenders, the ground shaking beneath her, threatening to dislodge the precariously balanced control over her bladder. The sudden exertion almost undid her. She teetered on the brink of disaster, her dignity hanging by a thread. But through sheer will, she held on, the sensation a biting, vicious entity within her, a devil more real than any she'd encountered. As the dust settled and the last defender fell, Lilith spotted the figure of Vhenard across the battlefield. The old villager stood on the edge of the forbidden lake, her frail frame trembling in the aftermath of the intense fight. The sight of Vhenard marked the end of one battle and the beginning of another. But it was the sight of a secluded spot near the lake that gave her a sliver of hope. Lilith’s lips trembled. The opportunity to relieve was too enticing but the risk of losing the old one was equally deterring. “Just a little longer”, Lilith assured herself. Her heart pounded underneath her sweaty breasts. Her rigid composure was on the verge of shattering, her confident facade close to breaking. She had survived a demanding battle, each second a testament to her resilience. But the evening was far from over, and her greatest challenge was yet to come. With the path to her sweet relief within sight, Lilith braced herself, drawing on the last of her strength. The Cunning Lake Lilith took careful steps towards Vhenard. The veins on her thighs told the story of her strained bladder being forced to contain itself. Her pace a gruelling march of endurance. The keys to hell were closer than ever, yet the journey to them felt longer than any she had ever undertaken. Every inch of her screamed for release, her muscles taut with exertion, but she couldn't give in, not yet. She had come too far, fought too hard, endured too much. One battle was over, another was about to begin. “You must be Vhenard, the old lady who speaks to the lake. I need you to open the way to the cave in exchange of your daughter’s life!” Lilith spoke, her words ending in strain. “I - I will not give in to your demands. You killed the entire village.” Vhenard sobbed. “They died at their own hands. I did not want to kill them, but they chose to attack me.” Lilith slowly rested her hand on Vhenard’s head. “Like, I don’t intend to kill your gullible daughter, Neyrelle. If you join my side, your daughter will be safe.” With one twirl of her finger, Lilith showed Vhenard a vision, where she and Neyrelle were away from the abyss in a happy land. Lilith knew very well that the fear of death of the loved ones always melted humans, and she used the same bait to bend Vhenard to her wishes. She finally gave in to Lilith’s demonic aura. Lilith signalled her to begin while standing right behind her. What she didn’t want Vhenard to know was that beneath her impenetrable exterior, she was grappling with a situation so bizarre it was almost insulting. Her bladder was teetering on the edge of open rebellion. Her vanity-chosen corset was regretfully turning into a torture device. It bit into her midsection, each stitch adding to the urgency of her discomfort. Despite being the queen of succubi, daughter of hatred, Lilith couldn’t comprehend how she still felt weak like a normal human just after holding her pee for 15 hours. Needless to say, drinking the blood of so many humans, seeing the priestess wet herself and enduring a physically taxing battle with the defenders was proving too much for her. "The illustrious life of a demon queen," she scoffed, an internal eyeroll accentuating her sentiment, "the mightiest of them all, now at the mercy of her own damned bladder." Yet, Lilith would not utter a word for help. Her reputation for being the deadliest would be destroyed if anyone saw her rushing for a pee. It was her mission, a time-bound quest that was constantly shrinking. Even though Lilith was getting antsy she could not bring herself to ask Vhenard for a privy. She chose to endure. She kept her form stiff, her gaze piercing, her mind bouncing between self-encouragement and bouts of self-reproach. "Hold it together, Lilith," she hissed between clenched teeth, "you can endure this. You've braved worse than a... a rebellious bladder!" With each languid syllable that fell from Vhenard's lips, Lilith's felt a drop of piss getting added into her bladder. The woman chanted in slow, undulating waves, her tremulous hands weaving complex figures in the air. To Lilith's fevered mind, she might as well have been reciting an endless lullaby. A frenzied rhythm began to tap from Lilith's foot, her fingers coiling into tighter knots. "What is this woman waiting for, the apocalypse?" Lilith groaned, the edge of her teeth grinding together. Uncharacteristic jittery movements began to replace her usual composed strides. The pressure was ballooning, and with it, her irritation. Vhenard, blissfully unaware of the looming disaster, continued her infuriatingly slow incantations. Lilith was a hair's breadth away from hurling the dawdling woman into the water and braving the lake herself, potential curses be damned. But before she could do so, Vhenard extended her hand towards Lilith, startling her. “Please give me your hand my lady. . . The lake wants to know about your greatest fear. It will test your willpower before it allows you to cross it”. “How will a lake test my willpower?” “You shall see. . .” “I am Lilith, I fear nothing. I only pity how it is to be weak like your kind!” She scowled and placed her hand in Vhenard’s. Vhenard’s touch was gentle, but it sent a shockwave through her, as if she could sense Lilith’s tumultuous inner turmoil. Her eyes narrowed as she inhaled sharply, a revelation dawning on her. "You're on the brink, aren't you?" she asked, a hint of mockery in her voice. "You need to... relieve yourself." Lilith jerked her hand away, her cheeks heating in indignation. "I will not piss in front of a mere mortal" she snapped, her desperation morphing into anger. But the truth was, Vhenard had hit the nail on the head, Lilith’s worst fear was indeed losing control, and it was uncomfortably close to becoming a reality. Lilith’s body was in full revolt, demanding attention with increasing intensity, like an angry deity craving appeasement. Her heart pounded in sync with her throbbing bladder. The normally calm, collected Lilith was a picture of barely contained desperation, her plight heightened by the daunting task at hand, which was to stand still. Turning to the lake, Vhenard conveyed Lilith's state, despite her vehement objections. The lake responded with a glimmering ripple, a mischievous glint that reflected off its tranquil surface and whispered to Vhenard. “If Lilith is to be granted passage, she must show that she deserves it by enduring a greater challenge, a test of willpower,” Vhenard conveyed it to Lilith plainly. As if on cue, a sudden surge of pressure gripped Lilith, her bladder shrieking in protest. It was as if the lake had physically squeezed her, tightening its cruel grip on her body. Within a flash, she collapsed on the ground, a crushing weight inside her bladder pulled her down. Her desperation shot up to levels beyond her imagination. She closed her fists tight and curled on the floor. Piss threatened to explode from her floodgates, which she was fighting hard to deny. A gasp escaped her lips as she clamped her lower muscles with every bit of strength she had left. The fullness was unbearable, her desperation peaking to new, uncharted heights. Yet, in spite of the intense torment wracking her body, Lilith didn't give up. She gritted her teeth together, her knuckles turning white as she balled her fists at her sides. Her body quivered with the monumental effort it took to hold on, a testament to her struggle. "There is no turning back now, Lilith," Vhenard cautioned. "If you want to make it to the other side my lady, you must bear more and more pressure." Lilith gulped down her throat as she straightened herself and stood back up. Her leg muscles cramped with every breath. Her resolve was unwavering. This was a test of her endurance, and she was hell-bent on passing it. “I d-don’t need to pee.” she whispered more to herself, her voice thick with determination, her red eyes glistening with grit. Every step into the shimmering water was a herculean task, each ripple of the lake sending a corresponding ripple of torment through her body. She could feel the lake probing her will, testing her mettle with each agonizing moment. "You're not going to make it," a small voice inside her head hissed, but Lilith sternly silenced it. She couldn't allow herself to falter, not now, not when she was so close. Against all odds, she made it across the mystical lake. The final step onto the shore felt like the greatest victory she had ever tasted. Her legs were shaking, her body threatening to give up on her, but the sheer relief of having completed the task held her upright. Every drop of her once unshakeable willpower was summoned to maintain her composure, her visage, but the strain was palpable. “If the lake demands that I need to sacrifice my comfort, then I will!” It was impossible, Lilith knew it deep down in her heart. She just couldn’t bring herself to admit it. In fact, she could almost visualize it, the serene release and the fleeting sense of peace that would come with it. The thought was both torturous and tantalizing, a dream within sight but just out of reach. She gritted her teeth, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. With each successive step, the wet slaps of water against stone seemed louder, more pronounced. The lake's surface, once a picture of tranquil beauty, now felt like an adversary. It was a cruel irony that the very element that symbolized relief was also intensifying her anguish. After an eternity of baby steps, the moment she was safe on the other side, Lilith rushed towards the nearest shrubbery, out of Vhenard’s line of sight. Her heart pounded in her chest as she finally, prepared to give herself the relief she so desperately craved. She was victorious. She had proved her worth to the lake, to Vhenard, but most importantly, to herself. The formidable Lilith had not been bested, not even by her own body. With a shuddering body Lilith rushed to unclasp her intricate and complex lock of the corset, just when she heard the voice of Neyrelle and Wanderer from the other side of the lake. “FUCK!” Lilith yelled and hastily walked towards the cave. After forcing open the doors with her shaking legs, she found the keys to hell. Within a blink of an eye, she broke the protection spell around it and grabbed the key. A massive surge of power ran through her body making her even more vulnerable to pissing herself. Despite having Godly powers, holding her pee for a day was still a tough job for her. More than rushing to the hell, she yearned to unleash the lake inside her. This mere thought almost opened her floodgates. “Did I just leak?”, Lilith quickly shoved her hand in the crotch, but she was still dry. Her quivering lips under the tight underwear draping, somehow remained corked up. Her eyes suddenly fell on the privy. Her eyes welled up with happiness. Relief was just a few steps away. But with her first step towards it, a creaking noise echoed through the cave. Alas! Neyrelle and Wanderer had crossed the lake and barged into the cave, astonishingly fast. Lilith was not in a position to fight with the duo. “I might flood this cave if I try to fight!” She cast a last longing glance at the door of the privy and decided to escape through the secret pathway, known only to her. Deal or Delays with Astaroth Coming out from the wicked cave, Lilith found herself waddling on her way to the Cathedral of Hatred. It was a long murky path. Each step was a stab in her bladder. To make the matters worse, Neyrelle and Wanderer were on her tail. “This is getting out of hands now. That cursed potion – Why did you drink it you foolish Lilith!” She talked to herself as inched towards the hell barrier, inadvertently trying to loosen her corset buckles. Her boulder like bladder needed all and every room possible but the corset just didn’t cooperate with her sweaty sliding fingers. “Then these tight, complex drapes of cloth.” Lilith cursed herself again. Stripping out of her clothes would need considerable time, a luxury which she couldn’t afford. With nerves frayed and desperation clawing at her sanity, somehow reached the barrier and was welcomed with a bright orange glow from the mighty coming from a stone. Lilith held her breath and clenched herself harder. She needed both hands to pull out the stone. Her bladder not happy with the decision suddenly contracted hard. She almost collapsed on the ground but didn’t give in. With all her might, she pulled out the stone, sending a hammer wave of desperation across her body. She double crossed her legs as the the stone pulsed, a heartbeat within a heart of rock. The visage of Astaroth shimmered into view, a twisted shadow within the stone’s heart. His grin was all sharp teeth and malevolent promise. Lilith trembled and held the stone tightly. It wasn't the spectral gloom of the stone that made her tremble, nor was it the ominous, nether worldly aura the stone radiated. No, it was a far more mortal and undignified reason - the overwhelming force that was hitting her pee hole from inside. The demon mead she had drunk earlier in the day was pressing against her insides with unrelenting force. Her wasp-thin corset still on without a single buckle unhooked. It was acting as a merciless tormentor. But Lilith was nothing if not resilient. Masking her bodily agony with a veneer of demonic regality, she tried to maintain a façade of normalcy. “Astaroth,” Lilith’s voice was as cold and commanding as ever, even as the strain tugged at the edges of her tone. “I need you to open the barrier to hell immediately. In exchange, I offer you your freedom." An unholy chuckle echoed within her mind, a crackling fire in the midst of an icy lake. "Lilith, always straight to business. But my freedom comes at a price higher than just a mere safe passage to hell." A deep breath steeled her resolve. She clenched her jaw and kept her gaze focused on the stone, ignoring the torturous twinge in her lower abdomen. Every passing moment brought her closer to breaking point. It was a race against time, one she was on the verge of losing. "What do you want, Astaroth?" she growled, her fingers gripping the stone tighter. "Freedom alone will not suffice. Bring me, Donan and Yorim. They owe me suffering.” A chill skittered up Lilith's spine, not born of fear, but of frustration. This new demand was a cruel curveball. Donan and Yorim were not easily found or persuaded, and every second spent seeking them was another second added to her physical torment. A surge of desperation made her eyes water, the strain threatening to shatter her hard-won composure. She was hanging on by a thread, a thin, frayed thread of endurance that was close to snapping. She could feel her control slipping, like sand seeping through clenched fingers. With a strangled sigh, Lilith managed to keep her voice steady, though the strain was evident. "Astaroth. If you open the barrier now I will free you immediately. . .I need to go inside very urgently.” “Do you need to take a piss Lilith? Have you gone down to such lows that you can’t even resist containing your waters?”, Astaroth's laugh echoed, his shadowy form flickering like a torch in the wind. Lilith stood tall, her every muscle strained to the point of breaking. “Careful Astaroth, I might need to ease myself but nothing that I cannot manage. I shall return with Yorim and Donan.” She tried to save her dignity and quickly turned around to leave. The ordeal was far from over. Somewhere in her mind, the mission of entering the hell was replaced by to finding a relief, long time ago. The ticking time bomb within her added an extra layer of tension, urgency, and desperation to her quest. Her ordeal simply refused to come to an end. Lilith’s Downfall Lilith, the formidable demon queen, stumbled into the rustic village of Yorim, her body aching from the merciless strain of her prolonged predicament. Her tall, imposing figure was bent, a subtle, almost imperceptible stoop in her otherwise rigid posture. Every nerve, every sinew in her body was shrieking for release, a crescendoing plea that echoed ominously in the confines of her mind. Her control over the call of nature wavering like an unstable pendulum. The consequences of failure rang clear in her mind; her hard-earned command over the Sanctuary would crumble. Her powers of seduction, manipulation, and mind-control would dissipate like smoke in the wind, rendering her incapable of securing her precious passage to hell from Astaroth. With her bladder verging on the edge of catastrophe, Lilith forced herself to put one foot in front of the other. Each step she took sent tremors of discomfort rocketing through her. Her usually elegant stride was replaced by an awkward waddle, her knees pressed tightly together, every ounce of her concentration devoted to maintaining a semblance of control. The desperation etched on her face was skilfully masked with an icy, commanding façade, but beneath it, her eyes flickered with panic. She was teetering dangerously on the brink, her every heartbeat a ticking time bomb pushing her closer to an impending disaster. The corset, a cursed piece of fashion, was cinched tightly around her waist, squeezing her already strained bladder to an excruciating point. She could feel the devastating urge growing with each passing second, her body demanding relief that she could not afford. As she approached her destination, her desperate need to relieve herself was like a second heartbeat, drumming away in sync with her pulse. The private chamber of Yorim lay ahead, a task she would usually approach with confidence and poise. Today, however, it loomed ominously like a towering mountain, each step closer akin to a painful ascent. The pressure in her bladder was crippling, a constant reminder of the long-held, unbearable need. Every fibre of her being screamed for a release that was so desperately sought after, yet painfully elusive. Her lower abdomen was full to the brim, the corset she wore amplifying her discomfort tenfold. Drawing in a shaky breath, she cautiously opened the door to his chamber. Her eyes, usually gleaming with determination, were wide and desperate, darting immediately to the privy at the far end. It was so close, yet an unattainable sanctuary. The sight of it hit her like a punch in the gut. A surge of desperation washed over her, the sight of the privy igniting a heightened sense of urgency within her. The wooden door of the small room was tormenting her, a cruel mirage of sweet relief. Her thoughts wavered as she imagined the relief that awaited her, the pressure being released in one heavenly moment. But each thought only amplified her desperate need. She fantasized about abandoning her mission, casting aside her dignity, and rushing to the privy. It was an enticing vision – a forbidden fruit that she so desired yet could not reach. But she steeled herself, reminding her of the stakes. She imagined the cool stone beneath her, the relief washing over her in waves. But each imagined sigh of relief only served to intensify her actual discomfort. It was a mental tug-of-war, a battle of willpower. A single thought, a single step towards the privy could spell her doom. She was dancing on the edge of disaster, the tightrope she was balancing on growing thinner with every passing second. It took every shred of her willpower to push the enticing thought away and focus on Yorim. Shuffling closer to him, she forced a sultry smile onto her face. Her voice, usually smooth and enticing, wavered as she began her seduction. "Yorim," she purred, her words ending in an unintended squeak of strain, "A bright lad like you w-wasting your life in pee – v-village?" Her mind was elsewhere, her sentences fragmented and nonsensical, her gaze flickering between Yorim's face and the door of the privy. Every muscle in her body was screaming for release, but she couldn't let it show. She held herself tighter, trying to maintain her dignity, her desperation climbing to new, dizzying heights. "Away you devil," Yorim tried to push her back. He looked her up and down, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "You cannot even stand still and you speak of me" "I'm fine, Yorim," she quickly retorted, her voice strained. "Yes, it’s because I need something that you have." She attempted a flirtatious giggle, but it came out as a pained grunt, earning her another questioning look from Yorim. "Lilith," Yorim finally said, looking at her in concern, "I never thought about it. . . But you are bursting at seams for the privy, isn’t it?" Lilith’s heart hammered in her chest. Yorim's words were a dagger, slicing through her pretense, laying her desperation bare. She was at her breaking point, the intensity of her desperation closing in on her. "How dare you, Yorim!" she tried to act strong, but her words came out more like a desperate whisper. Her survival now relied not on the swiftness of her words, but on the dwindling power of her control. She was ticking towards an inevitable explosion, precariously perched on the edge of disaster, teetering on the brink of absolute humiliation. Despite this, she still tried to maintain the charade with Yorim by holding him tightly by his neck. Her words were carefully chosen, her expressions painstakingly practiced. Yet, her voice carried an unmistakable tremor, her sentences breaking into stuttering fragments. The occasional quick glances towards the privy, the fidgeting, the clenching of her hands; all betrayed the fight she was putting up. Amidst the chaos, Yorim looked behind Lilith and yelled with all his might, slicing through her concentration. His words a thunderclap in her world. "The demoness is weak! Strike her. She needs to use the privy!" He yelled, pointing towards Lilith, his face contorted in both surprise and disgust. Before she could even comprehend the accusation, the chamber doors flew open to reveal the imposing figure of Donan. Anger and suspicion laced his words as he bellowed, charging toward Lilith with a vengeance. His fury was palpable, his intent clear: to free his son from her clutches. The room seemed to spin around her as he bore down on her, his fist coming at her in a blinding arc. With a grace born out of years of combat, she sidestepped, but the effort nearly shattered her control. Every move she made felt like a punch to her abdomen, her bladder crying out in distress. The mix of terror, shock and unbearable pain wreaked havoc on her hair-thin control. Donan’s second swing, however, found its target. The punch landed squarely on her midriff, right where her ballooned bladder was practically bursting at the seams. The impact of his punch combined with the bending of her corset metal acted like a tidal wave, smashing through her fortress of control. The world stood still for a horrifying moment as she felt the gates shatter, the dam breaking. Her muscles, already stretched beyond their limits, quivered. With one last effort she cast a spell to lock her muscles from blowing open the lake inside her. Her hands were brazenly shoved inside her crotch, skin glistened with sweat and legs crossed in a pretzel. Her head hung low in shame and face was scrunched up in the vain effort of holding pee, worth nearly a day. Lilith face turned blue with strain. If she exhaled she knew that the floodgates would open. It was only a matter of minutes. Lilith was cracking. Yorim and Donan watched her in awe as the villagers started gathering around her. Lilith cast a glance at them and tried her best to try a mind-control attempt. She painstakingly raised her left hand and tried to say a spell. Her cheeks were blown with the air she was holding, brows contorted. Sweat dripped from her forehead like rainwater and hands shook violently. “Looks like she wants to cast a spell on us,” Yorim whispered. “She knows if she opens her mouth, she will piss all over.” Donan taunted loudly. To add insult to the injury even Neyrell and the wanderer reached the spot. All her arch nemesis in one place. Lilith was trying everything in her power to somehow contain the gallon of piss boiling inside her. And that was it. Lilith in a fit of rage, opened her mouth to cast a spell. It was her undoing. Her last thread of control was decimated in that moment. Her efforts to retain the tidal wave within her ended in an instant, overwhelmed by the sheer force piss trying to come out. The seductive enchantress, the formidable sorceress, was finally defeated. Not by an adversary, not by a curse, but by the excruciating need that had been torturing her for nearly a day – her bladder. Her knees buckled, her body shuddered, and she lost the battle she had been valiantly fighting to win. It stated with a small trickle, a small stream and then stopped. Lilith looked up thinking that she had somehow stopped the outburst, but then another wave of piss came, powerful than ever before. A thick stream of piss erupted from her vagina despite the tightly wrapped underwear like cloth on her crotch. Litres of liquid, erupting from her like a dam . Her body finally succumbing to the pressure that had built up over the past 22 hours. She could barely stand as the force of her release almost knocked her off her feet. Her mind screaming in defeat, her dignity left in the debris of her shattered control. The sweet relief she had yearned for turned bitter in an instant, stolen away from the privacy she desperately sought. A hot, shaming wave washed over her as her body surrendered to its most basic need. It was an involuntary surrender, a release so profound that for a brief moment, she forgot everything else. The world around her went hazy, her vision blurring as her body went limp. Her desperate sobs were drowned in the cacophony of laughter that filled the room, the mocking echoes ricocheting off the stone walls. Yorim, once her prey, stood frozen in shock, while Donan roared in triumph, basking in her utter defeat. Lilith, the once proud and formidable enchantress, reduced to a spectacle of ridicule. The taste of humiliation was bitter in her mouth, a stark contrast to the relentless pressure that had finally been eased. Her legs were shaky, her entire body quaking from the undignified release and the laughter around her. The stream seemed to come to an end after a couple of minutes. Despite the throbbing humiliation, Lilith knew she couldn't afford to wallow in self-pity. Gathering her tattered dignity around her like a cloak, she forced herself to stand upright. Her cheeks were flaming, the memory of her embarrassing display etched into her mind. But she was a survivor, a fighter. With a defiant glare towards Donan, she wiped her eyes, the remnants of her tears leaving a streak across her flushed cheeks. The guffaws of laughter were beginning to ebb, leaving a chilling silence in its wake. She swallowed her shame, squaring her shoulders. "You think you've won?" she asked, her voice hoarse but unwavering. “I shall return and this time you will not be so lucky!” Yorim suddenly doubled over, pointing at Lilith, his laughter ringing clear and loud. Even Donan, stern and gruff as he was, was unable to suppress his chuckles. The villagers paused for a moment and then burst into laughter again. “The Daughter of Hatred just pissed herself like a little girl and she says she wants to end the eternal conflict!” Donan couldn’t hold herself back. "Lilith, the terror of the Sanctuary," Yorim managed to gasp out between fits of laughter, "the great demon, drenched in her own desperation!" In a moment’s notice, Lilith felt another devastating wave of desperation hit her. Before she could even grab herself, gallons of liquid still kept rushing out, cascading down her legs, unhindered and uncontrollably. It was as like a torrential river unleashed. Any semblance of her dignity seemed to drain away with the warm liquid that soaked her dress. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, the fabric heavy and drenched. Her legs were soaking wet, the liquid pooling at her feet. Word of Lilith's predicament spread like wildfire, igniting fits of laughter throughout the sanctuary. The mighty Lilith, once a figure of dread and awe, had been reduced to an object of mockery. Her reputation, so meticulously built over years, was now tainted by this one embarrassing incident. She was no longer the fierce, formidable demoness. She was now Lilith, the demon who wet herself. Her aura of control and absolute power was shattered. Every laugh, every whispered joke was a blow to her once intimidating image. Her reign in the sanctuary, it seemed, had been washed away in her own flood of desperation. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but the searing embarrassment only fuelled her determination, hardening her resolve. This battle may have been lost, but she had a war to win. And for that, she would need to gather all her strength, claw back her power, and chart the next course. The quest for the keys to Hell was far from over, and her story was still being written. - - - The End - - -
  6. Kirsten has always been jealous of her step-sister Maddy. Today she is going to get revenge. Or Kirsten becomes her “golden” sister’s bladder master. “Come on Maddy! Let Me in!” Kirsten begged from outside the bathroom door. She was shaking the knob with one hand while keeping the other shoved between her thighs, legs trembling with the effort it took to withhold her throbbing bladder. Small spurts had already begun to spray into her baby pink underwear and she whimpered quietly, hoping her sister wouldn’t hear. “I’m going to be a while,” Maddy called. This always happened. Maddy, a petite blonde cheerleader, was the most popular girl at their school and she took hours to get ready for parties every weekend. There was only one bathroom in the house so Kirsten was always left bursting. Kirsten knocked again before being forced to double over and thrust both hands underneath her skirt. She struggled for a moment, trying to get the best grip possible so she wouldn’t make a mess on the floor. Kirsten moaned a little too loud and she heard Maddy chuckle. “How do you like this, you baby?” Maddy teased, turning on the faucet full force as she applied her makeup. “Shit!” Kirsten’s voice cracked and her eyes rolled back. A warm spirt filled her hands. “Maddy, Please! I’m begging you.” Maddy only continued to take her time. She was wearing a thin white bikini that went accentuated the tan she’d gotten from her recent beach vacation (which had been a birthday gift from her parents and excluded Kirsten) and made her breast bulge. She wore a tight red skirt as a cover-up and matched it with red heels. She could hear Kirsten grunting from the other side of the door and snickered. She decided to take an extra five minutes to take selfies to send to her boyfriend. Maddy wasn’t supposed to be going out tonight, but her parents weren’t home, so she thought she could get away with it, and maybe have a little fun with Kirsten before she left since there was no one to stop her from being cruel. “Oh God! Oh God! Please, Maddy! I’ll do anything!” She heard Kirsten call. Maddy videoed herself. First, she turned so the camera captured her perky butt then leaned forward and pushed her shoulders together to accentuate her boobs. She slowly unlocked the door and pointed the camera at Kirsten. Her face was red and she was nearly in tears, doubled over on the floor and clutching herself desperately. “Hey guys,” she addressed her fifty thousand Instagram followers, “My step sisters such a little girl that she can’t even hold her pee for a couple of hours.” Maddy stood between Kiresten and the entrance to the bathroom. Kirsten was still kneeling over, unable to fight back because she couldn’t take her hands away from their place between her thighs. Maddy laughed and placed her heel gently against Kirsten's stomach. Panic filled Kirsten’s eyes. Maddy slowly added more pressure until Kirsten was withering under her. “Oh God,” Kirsten sobbed, “it’s coming out.” A car honked and Maddy looked out the window, noticing her boyfriend's car. “Oh, well,” she snapped the camera back up to her face and smiled with her pearly white teeth, “time to go.” Kirsten sprinted to the bathroom the second her step-sister was out of her way. She sat on the toilet and before she could even pull down her jeans or underwear, a hot stream of pee had already burst through them, soaking the fabric entirely. Kirsten screamed with pleasure. It felt so good she had to lean her back against the toilet, and her legs were twitching by the time she was done. When Kirsten had finally come to her senses she pulled out her phone and saw the video Maddy had posted. Kirsten’s face flushed with anger. Maddy was going to regret that video by the end of the night if Kirsten had anything to do with it.
  7. I sat at my desk, writing an overdue essay for my professor. My legs began to squeeze my pee hole as I felt a slight desperation grow on me. I decided to forget about it and let it grow more. Eventually, it got too hard to hold and my hand was pressed against my crotch, my hips bucking up and down in my seat. I stood up with a hand in my crotch and walked into my en suite, but before I could enter, my best friend Emily was stood in front of the bathroom doorway, frowning at me. "Hey, whatever this scolding is, can it please wait? I really needa pee, man." "Oh hell no. Why did you tell everyone about my pregnancy?!" "Oh..I'm so sorry, Emily, it slipped out. I promise I'll patch things up!" My voice began to wobble as my situation got more urgent and I was now doubled over, wobbling around on the spot with my legs crossed together. "No the fuck you won't, now everyone thinks I'm trailer trash, thanks to you!" "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, Em! If I could make it up to you, I swear, I'd do anything!" "Anything?" Her smirk grew but I was too desperate to notice, so I mumble out a response. "Yeah...yeah anything!" Emily watched me bounce on the spot and moan quietly with a smirk on her face. Bitch. "Alright, I'll tolerate you." "T-thank you, can I please-" "IF, you hold your pee until tomorrow morning! I see your situation and it's quite funny watching you." "W-what...I can barely hold on now? I can't wet myself in class, Emily, I'll do anything but that, man, please." I started whimpering and bouncing my legs rapidly to prove my point but to no avail. "Nah. If you can embarass me then I can do the same to you. Best start holding on cause I ain't letting you use the toilet for the whole day." And off she went...with our bathroom key. I finished my essay with great difficulty. And by that, I mean writing a few words and then pressing my heel against my pee hole for a few seconds before doing it again. Emily came back to the dorm with a large water bottle in her hand. "Cmon, we got geography in B block. Drink up, buttercup!" She shoved the water bottle in my hand as I walked behind her with a firm grip on my pussy. I got some serious looks as I bent over every now and again, but It was all over once I sat down and was able to hide my fidgeting and crotch grabbing under my desk. At least I thought it was. "Hey class, sorry I'm late. We're gonna be going through rivers and dams in the natural environment!" Oh fuck. I could see Emily's ecstatic grin from a mile away, despite her being right next to me. My legs began to wobble more as I started to lose control on my hold. Whilst the teacher bellowed out words like "water", "trickle" and "waterfall", I gripped onto my crotch until it burned, stopping any drip of pee from rolling into my panties...until. "Ok guys, im gonna put on the video now. The guys gonna talk more about it in depth so make sure to take your notes!" "Uh ohhhh, Ashley, looks like you're gonna watch waaaattteeerrr." She was right. It was unbearable. Watching recordings of water trickle down rocks was harder than expected. I fanned out my legs and held my pee hole to my hearts content, but pee began to dribble out one by one until a golf ball sized patch was created on my panties. Emily watched with enjoyment whilst taking her notes, I couldn't take any of mine. Finally the video finished along with the lesson, but the day was far from over. Our last period was gym except I forgot one important detail....it was swimming. Taking off my clothes in a tiny cubile whilst holding my crotch wasn't fun, as well as Emily watching with a grin. Pee dribbling out bit by bit wasn't easy to hide when naked. It rolled down my leg and dripped onto the floor slowly. "Oooo, are you gonna pee peeeeee?" Emily cooed, loudly, making the changing rooms silent for a few seconds. My hand covered my quivering pussy as I slipped on my bathing suit, but not for long, as Emily took my hand and led me to a toilet cubicle. "I need to pee and you're gonna watch me!" "W-what...you never said I needed to do that..?" "Oh I'm sorry, I don't remember there being an agreement, Ashley?" I rolled my eyes as she forced me onto the floor and threw her naked ass onto the toilet seat. Before long, there was a tiny trickle turning into a long stream lasting 20 seconds. I squirmed on the floor with my hand pressed onto my pee hole. More and more pee drops rolled into my bathing suit as I began to tear up. My hand went numb at this point, constantly holding my pee in to no avail. "Emily please...let me pee." "Hmmmm...NAHHHH." Her laugh annoyed me at this point. I wanted to just push her off the seat and let out my warm piss, but I'll lose Emily as my one and only friend and be a complete loner. And her being my roommate makes things super awkward. Why did this happen? Why was my mouth so big?! "Alright, I'm done. Let's get in the pool!" She dragged me out of the cubicle and out to the swimming pool, pushing me into it as she let out a loud cackle. My pee lost control slightly and hissed out of my pussy, showing up brightly in the pool water. Thankfully it wasnt noticed, so I swam away as quick as possible. Through the lesson, I squirmed and held my pee hole in the water, watching Emily giggle and whisper to her friend next to her. It hurt. It really hurt. My eyes began to tear up as I realised I'd have to lose my only friend and being the school loner again. Pee dripped out in between my fingers one by one, making it almost impossible to hold. Eventually, the whistle was blown and the instructor told us to go get changed. I was done. I didnt even care at this point. As I climbed out of the pool, my pee began to spill and I left tiny pools of piss on the floor behind me. I plopped my ass down on a sink a pulled my swimsuit to one side, moaning loudly and letting out a jet of piss. The entire room of girls stood in shock but I didn't care, I just loved the relief. Emily laughed away, keeping her eyes on my pussy as it let out the remainder of my pee. Everyone eventually continued to get changed, but stared as I got down and walked to my cubicle. Humiliation wasn't the word. "Ash...can't lie...that was fuckin hot. And either way I'd still be your friend, I just wanted to see you desperate to pee." She let out a hacking laughed as I realised I had just been tricked. Not funny but definitely clever. (Pt 2, anyone? Potential revenge story on Emily???) (UPDATE: PT.2 is in the comments!)
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