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  1. Told you this one would be longer. Also note that this contains minor spoilers for one of the endings of The Witcher III. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 3: Relieving themselves in the woods Ciri (The Witcher) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cow for sale! 50 crowns! Cheap! Plow needed! See Rogget for more details. For a good time, see Salma! Cirilla Riannon looked over the notices on the board and sighed. Not a thing worthwhile here, she thought grimly. Just the same old rubbish. Shaking her head, the white-haired woman headed into the nearby tavern. She needed a drink, both to sate her thirst and to deal with the disappointment. It had been weeks since she’d had a good contract. Ciri was a Witcher by trade, a supernaturally enhanced hunter of all sorts of monsters. Business wasn’t always steady, but it had been particularly slow lately. Ciri paid for her ale and took a seat. As she drank, Ciri listened to the din of conversations around her. Several young women were gossiping about a local prince. A drunk was accusing someone of cheating at Gwent. A man was speaking in hushed tones, regaling his friends with a story of how he was attacked by- Wait. Ciri turned towards the speaker. He was leaning on a cane and covered in bandages that did not entirely obscure several deep scars. “Out of nowhere it came,” the man was saying, “screaming like a ploughin’ demon. Knocked me clean off my horse, it did, and sunk its talons into me. I was sure I was done for.” He paused dramatically. “What happened then?” someone asked. “Damned if I know,” said the man. “My guess is that it decided my horse would make a better meal. I legged it out of there fast as I could. I’ll not travel that road again, long as I live.” “Ah, you’re full of shite,” another man scoffed. “You got drunk and fell in a bramble bush, more likely.” “I highly doubt that,” said Ciri, striding towards the group. “Who’re you?” asked the bandaged man. “Name’s Ciri.” She flashed them her medallion. “I’m a Witcher. I should be able to help with your problem.” “You believe me then?” asked the man, relieved. “Well,” said Ciri, “no bramble bush I know could give you scars like that.” “Got that straight,” the man agreed. “You’ll help me then?” “For a price,” said Ciri. “How does 300 Crowns sound?” “Aye,” said the man. “Just promise me you’ll kill this beast.” “I’d be a lousy Witcher if I didn’t. Can you tell me where you were attacked?” The man nodded. “It was on the road to Oxenfurt, a little ways east of here, where it goes through the woods.” Ciri thanked the man, finished her ale and set off after her new target. ‘A little ways’ was a poor choice of words, Ciri thought as she made her way down the road. She had been following the trail for over half an hour, and there was still no sign of the woods. The sun beat down on her, making her sweat. Ciri took a long swig of water, wiped her brow, and continued on her way. At long last, the forest came into view. She took a look around, and a large pool of blood on the road caught her eye. “This must be the site of the attack,” she said to herself, examining the scene. A faint trail of blood and flattened grass led deeper into the woods. “Looks like whatever killed the horse dragged it off to eat in peace. Better follow it.” The trail came to an unpleasant end: what was left of the horse lay in an empty clearing, crows picking at it. Ciri shooed them away and took a look at the corpse. “Claw marks all over,” she muttered. “Big ones, just like the man had. And there’s that smell in the air.” Ciri spotted some tracks on the ground that confirmed her suspicions. “A fiend did this. A big one. Probably still nearby” She frowned. Fiends were vicious horned beasts with primordial powers. They did not tend to die easily. I’d best prepare for this one, Ciri thought. She gulped down a strength-enhancing potion and followed the tracks. The tracks went on for longer than she expected, and Ciri began to feel all the liquids she had consumed making their way through her. She was surprised by how quickly they had filled up her bladder, which felt like a brimming cauldron inside her. I doubt I’ll make it back to the tavern in time, thought Ciri. Damn. It looks like I’ll be relieving myself outdoors again. Given her adventurous lifestyle, Ciri was no stranger to answering nature’s call while in nature. Her leather trousers made it a lot easier than if she had been wearing a dress. Still, it was somewhat irritating to do on a regular basis, and Ciri had wished more than once that she could just whip it out and water a tree like a man. I guess that’s one talent that can’t be taught, she lamented. Ah, never mind. I’ll take care of this as soon as I take care of- A loud howl interrupted her, and Ciri felt a few drops of urine leak out in surprise. Her enhanced senses barely gave her time to dodge the massive shape that charged at her. “Hm. I was wondering when you would show up,” Ciri muttered. “Come on!” Ciri drew her silver sword and took an experimental slash at the fiend. It swung its massive claws at her, but she easily sidestepped the attack and followed up with another strike. The beast leapt back, then charged at Ciri, hoping to gore her on its antlers. The Witcher rolled out of the way, causing the contents of her bladder to slosh uncomfortably. A sharp pang warned her that it was reaching its limit. Damn it all, thought Ciri. I have to finish this quickly or I’ll wet my trousers! She tossed a bomb at the fiend, which exploded in a cloud of poison. The fiend choked and retched, and Ciri seized her opportunity. She dashed behind the monster and sunk her sword into its vulnerable back. The fiend howled with rage, but Ciri just drove the sword in deeper. There were a few brief struggles, then the fiend collapsed dead. Ciri would have to take a trophy from her kill and present it for her reward. However, that was currently the furthest thing from her mind. I can’t hold it in any longer! Ciri fumbled to undo her belt, then pulled down her trousers and squatted in one smooth motion. She wasn’t even fully crouched before the urine started flowing. It sprayed out in a barely controlled stream, nearly hitting the inside of her thighs. Ciri breathed a sigh of relief as her bladder continued to drain. “Mmm, that feels so much better,” she said to herself. She sat back on her haunches, closed her eyes, and listened to the splashing sound of her pee striking the soil. When the sound eventually died down, Ciri gave her rump a shake to dry off, then stood and pulled up her trousers. Seeing the size of the puddle she had made, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Was I really holding that much in me? It’s a wonder I made it!” Ciri took out her sword and sliced off one of the fiend’s antlers. Strapping it to her back, she started back towards the road. I wonder what I’ll do with that reward money, Ciri thought. Maybe rent a room at an inn for the night. What I wouldn’t give for a decent bed. She looked back at the massive pool of urine she had left behind. And a decent chamber pot, she mentally added. ---------------------------
  2. Some time ago, nearly two years in fact, I wrote a tale of desperation, starring Triss from The Witcher series. I had wanted to do a sequel, but between lack of ideas, and life, I never got round to it. Until now! I hope you very much enjoy this follow up! CC Welcome. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As she materialised back in her own room, her eyes flashing and hair flowing with the telltale sign of her power, Ciri laughed aloud. She knew it was cruel, but she just loved to torment a bursting bladder, it was so funny! And maybe a little exciting… She giggled again thinking of Triss and Yen’s conversation that she had listened to while holding the privvy door closed, before making a swift exit via telportation. She had wanted to keep the game going, but it seemed Triss was at her limit, and besides, with Yen telling her about the jammed door it would have aroused to much suspicion if the door failed to open. A shame there was nowhere to teleport to that was still in earshot of the privvy, Ciri mused as she straightened her white shirt and ran a hand through her ashen hair, it looked like Triss had built up a real gusher. Ciri flopped down onto her bed, breasts threatening to spill out of her forever slightly unbuttoned shirt. She sighed contentedly, although she wished to get back out and cause more bladder distress, she knew she would have to play it safe so as not to draw too much attention. As she got herself all comfortable, Ciri felt the familiar feeling of her bladder twinging, that first signal of needing relief, although she could have easily pulled herself up and found relief, she thought it not worth it for the trickle she contained. She instead rolled onto her stomach, briefly enjoying the extra pressure this placed on her filling bladder, before rolling further onto her side, and curling up to sleep. Her last thoughts before drifting off were of Triss dancing in desperation, desperately trying to hold it in, and of the huge wee she would have unleashed. Ciri dreamed. But this was not a dream of something new, this was a memory, relived again like new. It was years ago, and she had just failed a translation test set by Yennefer for what felt like the millionth time that day. “What is the point!” Ciri shouted in frustration, slamming her quill down. She had finally been getting close, but had been distracted at a crucial moment and failed the translation again. “The point, dearest, is that these are useful skills.” Replied Yennefer, keeping her cool, placing the quill back in the inkpot. Ciri sighed, her temper calming, “Are they really though?” “You know they are, ancient manuscripts hold powerful secrets, being able to translate them is therefore useful” Yen replied, touching Ciri’s face reassuringly, “What happened?” Ciri smiled sadly, “I got distracted.” “By what?” Yen asked calmly. Ciri bit her lip, she knew, but found it too embarrassing to tell one of the most powerful sorceresses in the north, The Yennefer of Vengerberg, that she was distracted from her test because she realised her bladder was full. “Nothing really.” She sighed. “Come on what is it? Yen pressured. Ciri shifted uncomfortably in her seat, partly from her nerves, partly from the increasing pressure in her bladder. “Honestly, nothing.” She replied, trying to change topics. Yen frowned, “You can tell me, Ciri, are you hungry? Thirsty? I can go get you some water if you like?” “No!” Ciri replied a little too quickly, “No really, I’m fine, just frustrated, and sad, I want to be able to do it, but I just can’t.” “We have plenty of time, it’s understandable to be frustrated, but don’t be sad about it.” Smiled Yen, “Or else….” She added with a wink. Ciri frowned, confused, “Or else what?” Yen smiled wickedly, wiggling her fingers. “Or else an old friend will come out to play….” Ciri wriggled in her seat again, feeling phantom tickles across her body, “I’m grown now! That won’t work any more!” She declared nervously, years ago, back when she first came to Kaer Morhen Castle, and was grumpy Yen had used to tickle her to cheer her up, but she had nearly wet her breeches several times, not that she would ever admit it. She liked to think she was past all that now, but with an already full bladder….. Yen held her fingers to her ears, “What’s that? Ah the tickle monster says that’s what they all say….” “No Yen really,” Ciri began, crossing her legs tightly as her bladder twitched nervously. “Too late!” Cried Yen as she lunged forwards, fingers tickling into Ciri’s sides. She tried not to laugh but it was hopeless, in seconds she was shrieking hysterically, and her bladder was spasming like a rapid heartbeat, trying desperately to push its liquid burden out. “See you’re cheering up already! You’re laughing!” Said Yen, laughing herself. “S-s-stop!” Stammered Ciri between laughs. Yen eased her fingers for a second, “Why?” “Because I...I have to go?” Ciri said, dancing around the subject, as she longed to dance in desperation. “Go where?” Yen replied in genuine confusion. “No, I have to….go.” Ciri said, as her legs crossed even tighter, doubling up entirely now to contain her waters. Yen still looked confused and slowly began to increase her tickles once more. “Yen! I need a wee!” Ciri said giggling. “Yeah right! That’s what all the girls say to get away from the tickle monster!” Yen laughed, doubling her efforts. Ciri’s legs were like a pretzel and she yearned to grab her crotch, anything to put more pressure on to stop the leaks she knew were coming. “I really do! I’m bursting! I need to go! I need to pee!!” Ciri exclaimed panicked. Yen rolled her eyes, “You always used to say that! Then you were sad the game ended!” Ciri’s eyes widened, “I’m gonna leak! I can’t hold it!” “Oh fine.” Said Yen stopping at last. Ciri laughed once more as Yen’s fingers moved away, brushing her one last time, and that was it, her bladder could take no more and all of her desperation poured out into her pants. Despite her horror at the situation, Ciri couldn’t help but sigh in relief, throwing her head back. “Oh no!” Yen exclaimed, “Ciri I’m so sorry! I didn’t….” Ciri looked down at herself, not sure what to say. “I really didn’t mean to...” Said Yen sadly. “It can be our secret, no one needs to know. I can vanish the….evidence, and fetch you clean clothes.” Ciri looked up, “It’s fine. I should have said sooner.” “I really am sorry.” Yen said, rising, “I’ll get you something to change into.” Ciri’s expression changed, “I just realised something. Well two somethings.” She smiled. Yen tilted her head, “What’s that?” “I just worked out the translation, it just clicked!” Ciri beamed. “Oh that’s great, dearest! Well done! I guess you really were distracted!” Yen said, happily clapping her hands. “What else did you realise?” Ciri smiled wickedly, “That I need to get you back now...” Yen laughed confidently, “Oh I doubt very much you could! Now stay there, I’ll get your clothes.” Ciri smiled, we’ll see, she thought, as she watched Yen leave. And with the memory concluded, so to did Ciri’s nap. She woke quickly, blinking to clear her eyes, thinking over her dreams, before it hit her. She had to pee. Desperately. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And that's it for this chapter! I hope you liked it! I do have plans for another installment, but no solid time frame or ideas yet, any suggestions or ideas are welcome, but I can't promise I'll do them.
  3. Some time ago I began working on a series of desperation stories based on the lovely ladies from the world of The Witcher, this is the most recent episode in that! I can only hope it was worth the wait, as I know it has taken a while between each part. Before I begin, a few notes, firstly, I previously stated that Yennefer was next to be the subject, however as the story has flowed, it makes more sense for this to take place first, but don't worry she'll get her turn! Secondly, this one is a little 'hornier' than the others, its not the full focus by any means but it is there, so if that's not your thing, be warned and feel free to skip those parts. Now, on with the show! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the red haired sorceress commonly known as Triss Merigold awoke with a yawn and a stretch she became aware of two things. One, she had had more than her fair share of ale and wine last night, and two, that she was not alone in the room. A moment of tension passed as she stared across the room, wondering who was in the other bed by the window. To her relief, as the sleeping figure turned slightly the blanket fell away to a different position revealing that it was only her dear friend and fellow sorceress Yennefer who had taken the spare bed in her chambers here at Kaer Morhen. Triss sighed, comfortable again as she lay back into the soft bed, relaxing momentarily. Unfortunately for Triss, her comfort only lasted for a moment as she realised her body was firmly requesting the two things she usually started her day with. Those two things being, in no uncertain terms, a wee and a wank. Well, a wank was out of the question, Triss thought to herself, she couldn’t do that with someone else in her room, especially not Yen. She would just have to hold off until she could get some privacy later, as hard as that would be. A wee on the other hand was more possible, but in her tired and hungover state rising from her bed and making the long trek to the privy was also undesirable, at least for now. There was possibly a chamber pot somewhere in the room, but she did not yet have the strength to search for one, and even if she did, she couldn’t use it in front of Yen, sleeping or not! Triss shook her head to try and clear such thoughts from her mind and to fall back to sleep, but it was no use. I’ve spoilt myself back home, she realised, weeing and wanking every morning and now my body wants both, urgently. She tried, and failed to stop visions arising, of herself back in her private chambers at home, her toes curling and moaning aloud as her fingers danced around inside her underclothes as she brought herself over the edge of ecstasy again and again, and of herself taking her many morning pisses, some more urgent and fiercer than others, but all deliciously relieving and highly pleasant feeling. Shaking her head once more, Triss lay back and cast a simple relaxation cantrip on herself, nothing too strenuous or dangerous, just enough to comfort her back to sleep… Triss’s sleep was not as relaxing as she had hoped however, filled with dreams related to her body’s needs in the waking world. One moment she found herself back in her private chambers, mounting one of her favourite courtiers. She slid him into her, and bounced upon his hardness, her round large rear jiggling furiously as she relished in the feeling until she was about to scream in release, until suddenly that vision was snatched from her to be replaced by another of a less pleasant nature. In this one she found herself rushing through a crowded busy town, desperately searching for somewhere, anywhere that she could release her waters. She hurried towards a privy behind an inn, but found a line of 50 similarly desperate women wriggling and bouncing on the spot. Knowing there was no way she could last that long Triss turned away and she hurried down an alley, only to be greeted by a line of men and women already relieving themselves in every available spot. Crossing one leg over the other as tightly as she could, her firm ass wiggling from side to side, Triss scanned the alley hoping to find a vacant spot, but there was no luck to be had. Every time she thought she saw somewhere free, another person immediately took it and began weeing a flood. Here a busty blonde courtesan mumbled ‘bursting, bursting, bursting’ to herself as she pulled her skirts out of the way before unleashing her bladder in a low squat. Across the way a tall merchant with a shaved head hurriedly rushed into another spot, barely getting his penis from his robes in time to squirt furiously against the side of a building. Next to him a gang of squires from the guard tower were similarly painting the walls with their own personal hoses, groaning in relief as they did so. Further down still a trio of well dressed ladies writhed and squirmed and stepped on the spot, their legs crossing around themselves and their rears swaying this way and that as they fought to escape their dresses and one by one join the parade of peeing. Triss squeezed her crotch as tightly as she could, fearing she would burst any second, and just as suddenly as it began, her dream was over and she was awake in her own room in Kaer Morhen again. Just as they had in her dream, Triss’s hands flew to her crotch, squeezing her vagina tightly to stem the flood that threatened more than ever to burst forth. ‘Ooohhh privvy privvy privvy!’ Triss groaned scrunching her face in desperation as she fought back the waves of urgency. ‘I do hope you aren’t doing what I think you’re doing!’ Declared a voice from across the room. Yen was awake. Triss jolted, hands flying away from her crotch in shock, ‘Wha-what do you think I’m doing?’ She asked nervously. ‘Well, it looks, to put it frankly,’ Said Yen sitting up and looking at her like a disappointed mother, ‘Like you were, well, having a… well, a...wank? And by the look and sound of things like you were very close to finishing it!’ Triss felt her cheeks burning in embarrassment, ‘No I was not!’ She declared, suddenly realising that Yen was topless and trying to keep her eyes away from her large pale breasts. ‘Oh really!’ Said Yen indignantly, her chest bouncing, ‘Then what were you doing?’ ‘Nothing!’ Triss said, her face flushing redder still as she tried and failed to keep her eye contact with Yen Yen scoffed, ‘Oh come on Triss, we both spent far too much time in the girls dormitory back then to not know what self pleasure looks like, and look you can’t keep your eyes off my chest! But things are different now!’ ‘I need to piss!’ Triss declared suddenly, stopping Yen’s words in their tracks. Yen frowned, ‘You what? Oh...oh I see...sorry about that...well uh, go ahead I won’t look.’ Now it was Triss’s turn to be confused, ‘What do you mean?’ Yen smirked, ‘Well, I’ve known you long enough to know your limits, and you’ll never make it to the privvy as desperate as you are, so just go, there’s a chamber pot under your bed.’ Triss weighed her options, it was true the privvy was far, possibly too far, but the embarrassment of going in front of Yen like this… ‘Promise you won’t look?’ Triss said as she rose from the bed, her silk night gown doing very little to hide her curves. ‘Of course! It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve gone in front of each other anyway...’ Yen said turning away and instead looking out the window. ‘That was different! But thank you.’ Triss groaned as she crouched down and retrieved the chamber pot from its hiding place, wincing as she did so at the added pressure to her swollen bladder. Standing again, Triss placed the chamber pot in front of her, lifted her gown and pulled down her small clothes. She squatted, ready for the relief she had been waiting for when suddenly the chamber pot moved of its own accord, just out of her range. ‘What on earth!’ Exclaimed Triss. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself!’ Yen laughed from the bed. Triss looked up and saw Yen watching her via the window’s reflection, her left hand glowing slightly, casting the spell that caused the chamber pot to move. ‘Not funny!’ Triss declared angrily standing up again and pulling her smallclothes back over her. ‘Oh it is!’ Laughed Yen, ‘You nearly washed the floor!’ Triss twitched, hand straying toward her quivering vagina, ‘Choose your words more carefully please.’ She asked reaching for the chamberpot once more, before it again darted away from her. ‘Oh sorry, did I nearly make you tinkle your gown?’ Yen smirked. Triss crossed her legs, her hand glued to her crotch as she bent over, her barely covered rear wiggling in desperation and her large breasts threatening to spill over the top of her gown. ‘I’m serious!’ ‘Is the great sorceress Triss Merigold really about to piddle her panties?’ Yen asked her spare hand rising to her mouth in mock surprise. ‘If you don’t give me the chamberpot we’ll find out!’ Triss begged as she bounced on the spot. Suddenly the chamberpot flew back across the room into the perfect position right underneath Triss. ‘Oh very well, if you must spoil the fun!’ Said Yen in faux annoyance. ‘Go ahead...let it all out.’ ‘Thank you thank you thank you,’ breathed Triss as she pulled her small clothes back down, hovered over the chamberpot and let loose a fierce burst of relief. ‘Ohhhhh’ Moaned Tris, her eyes half lidding as her face took on a look of ecstasy and relief as she continued to pee and pee and pee with no sign of stopping. Yen rose to her feet, twitching her hips a little more than would be normal as she put her clothes back on, ‘Enjoy your relief!’ She declared making for the door. ‘Where are you going?’ Triss asked, still flooding the chamberpot with her much needed morning wee. Yen laughed as she pulled the door open and walked through, ‘The privvy! You going has set me off!’ Triss watched the door close, ‘The door was one thing…. But I’m definitely going to get you back now.’ She murmured to herself as she continued to drain herself of all her pent up need.
  4. So I noticed a serious lack of content for any of the wonderful ladies from the world of The Witcher, so I thought I would give it a shot! Constructive criticism welcome, but it's my first real fiction attempt so...be gentle! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As she jumped down from her horse, her red hair flowing around her like a copper halo, Triss Merigold had only one thought on her mind… Where is the damn privy in this place?!? The ride from the last stop up to Kaer Morhen had been a long one, and the several flasks of water that the red haired sorceress had consumed had been banging at her floodgates for a while now, desperate to escape. Cursing her own stubbornness for not just slipping behind a bush for relief before she arrived, Triss squeezed her thighs together tightly as she attempted to get her bearings. It hadn’t been that long since she had been here last, but the place was huge, and crumbling in some parts. It felt like a labyrinth in her mind, distracted as she was by her incredibly full bladder. Behind her, the horse neighed loudly, causing her to jump in shock, wincing as the movement jarred the ever filling water balloon in her midsection. A door slammed open from above the courtyard she stood in, “Who’s out there?” Came a gruff, deep voice from within. “It’s just me!” Triss smirked, recognising that voice anywhere. A man stepped out of the doorway, his hand dropping from the steel sword on his back, “Oh Triss! Good to see you!” Said Eskel smiling, his scarred face lighting up as he saw her. “We weren’t expecting you till tomorrow.” “I know, I know, but I figured I could make it here early so I pressed on.” She replied walking forwards. “Well I’m glad you did, always nice to have friends round the old place again.” He nodded approvingly. “Couldn’t agree more, so who’s here?” Triss asked as she made her way up the stairs. Eskel leaned against the wall, basking in the sun, “Well me and you, Ciri, Yen and Lambert so far. Still waiting on Keira, Geralt and the others. That reminds me…” Just then, a powerful wave of desperation shot through Triss, making her cross her legs tightly where she stood. Straightening up, she darted forwards past Eskel, “Sorry, talk in a minute, long ride too much water.” She blurted as she went past. Dashing into the common area, Triss turned on the spot, trying to remember the location of the only working privy in this building. A flash of memory prompted her to head to the stairs on the left. Running up the stairs, her cleavage bouncing appealingly, Triss really hoped to find the room empty, the only other working one she could remember was too far to make it without leaking, something she would not allow to happen, especially not in her favourite tight leather pants… Reaching the end of the stairs, Triss stopped, she looked left, and then right as she tried to recall the path, squirming on the spot as she did so, her round butt swinging side to side like an alluring pendulum. Settling on left, Triss turned on her heel and shuffled down the corridor, her desperate need to pee really starting to get to her now. Just one more corner, then I can go…this is gonna be a huge wee, I can feel it! Turning the corner, Triss groaned when all she was greeted by was a wall of rubble and the remains of a potted plant, now more a pot of dust. The red head danced in desperation where she stood, her ass bouncing up and down as she fantasised about ripping her leather trousers down and hanging her butt over the pot and letting the torrent inside her just flow out. She gripped her crotch tightly for a moment before spinning around and hurrying back the way she came, deciding the shame of potentially being caught outweighed the fullness of her bladder. For now…remember that spot for emergencies Hurrying back the way she came, Triss followed the right hand path, hoping to anyone listening that this was the correct way and she hadn’t taken the wrong stairs earlier. Sighing in relief, Triss realised she had found the right corridor, and hurried towards the closed door that hid the privy from view, she could already practically feel the imminent release… When Triss tried to push the door open, she instead collided with it, gasping in dismay she realised it was locked. Groaning slightly, Triss crossed one leg over the other and bent forward, her ass and tits both sticking out, the latter threatening to burst from their prison on her chest. Triss knocked rapidly on the door, “Hello? Whoever is in there, will you please hurry up? I really need to get in there!” No reply came. She was about to knock again when she heard what sounded like laughter from behind the door, cocking her head to one side, she listened, but heard nothing. “Little sis?” She called using the nickname for her friend, “Ciri? Is that you in there? Please hurry okay? I really need a wee!” Again no reply. Triss began to dance desperately in front of the door, her rear waggling from side to side as she fought to contain the flood inside her. “Having trouble?” Came a voice from behind her. Triss jumped, turning on the spot to see Lambert stood leaning against the wall, eating an apple. Didn’t even hear him coming up….Witchers!!! “Just a little.” She replied through gritted teeth. “I think Ciri is in there, and if she is, she really needs to know now is not the time for one of her pranks!” She raised her voice as she did so, hoping to appeal to whoever was in there. Lambert took a bite of his apple before replying, “Could be, could be, not seen her much today.” Triss noticed in mild amusement that his eyes never strayed from her large breasts. “Are you waiting to be in here too?” She asked, eyebrows rising. Lambert shrugged, “Nah, utilised the old Witcher technique of bushes earlier…jealous?” “As a matter of fact, yes! What are you doing here then?” Triss crossed her legs one way then the other as she spoke. “Just watching the show.” He smirked. Despite herself, Triss laughed slightly at that, “Get outta here!” She said in mock indignation. “Alright, alright, I’m going! Unlike you.” He said with a wink as he turned and left. Triss groaned at his words, taking a moment to give her crotch a good squeeze when his back was turned. Shifting from one foot to the other, Triss took a deep shaky breath to steady herself, “Ciri? If that is you in there and this is one of your jokes, now is really not the time, I’m bursting out here.” Silence was her only reply. Bending over and moaning in frustration, her tight leather trousers stretching alluringly across her wiggling rear, she again failed to hear the sound of footsteps from behind her. A slight laugh broke her out of her trance, spinning on the spot Triss came face to face with Yenneffer, her dark haired friend and fellow sorceress. “Having trouble there, dear friend, or did you simply feel like enticing me with your admittedly lovely bottom?” She asked, smirking. Triss straightened up, slightly red in the face, but more amused than anything else, the two were close friends after all, “I knew you’d like it.” “Oh don’t flatter yourself!” Replied Yenneffer with a laugh. “No, I just really need to be in there, had a lot of water on my way here.” Triss explained. “I see,” Said Yenneffer, “Well I would hug you, but I’m not sure you could withstand the squeezing, and I quite like this dress.” “Much appreciated.” Replied Triss, starting to shuffle again. Yenneffer leaned against the wall opposite Triss, “So, is there someone in there, or did you simply feel like challenging yourself?” “There is, Ciri I think, you know how she loves her pranks.” Triss said “That I do,” Said Yenneffer, looking slightly uncomfortable, “Well I hope she knows I’m out here too, and as I could do with a little wee myself, I hope she decides to prank you some other time!” The last was directed at the door, which again replied with the slight sounds of laughter. “You need to go as well?” Triss asked. “Indeed, I did not just come all the way down here to see your dancing.” She replied, “Although, not as badly as you need to, apparently.” “Well, I’m definitely going first…” Triss said with a laugh. Yen smirked slightly, “Only if you can keep your mind clear of delightful waterfalls, or pouring wine…” Triss’s legs crossed even tighter… “Yen!” Yen’s smirk grew even wider, “Or if you recall how good you felt after you could let go of all the ale you were holding at the last feast?” Triss couldn’t stop her hand gripping her crotch, “I’m about to explode!” “Oh my!” Yen exclaimed, “I guess I better let you in then….” Triss froze, “You what?” “The door on this floor jams,” Laughed Yen, “Here look.” And with that, the raven haired sorceress stepped forward and with a well placed kick, the door swung open. Triss leapt forward as soon as she saw the privy, aching to release at the sight of it. “Enjoy your wee!” Shouted Yen as the door closed. And enjoy it she did, the second her ass hit the seat, she exploded, releasing all her pent up desperation as a waterfall of relief. Amid gasping her enjoyment of it, Triss had one thought….Revenge!
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