Piss

You piss on her.

What? What did you expect? Like I said, it was a poor choice of words! Oh, oh you want me to describe it, is that it? Is that what you want, huh? Actual writing? Fair enough. I suppose that's reasonable.

As the words leave her mouth, you find yourself making a great big grin. Stupid as you are, even you can't miss the convenient - dare I say **** - segue that she provided for you.

You step a few feet away from her and raise your cock above her body. That water you drank earlier may have briefly given her the ability to make you suffer with magic, but unfortunately for her, it also had the effect of filling up your bladder. Karma, bitch. What goes around cums around. Or pisses around I guess. Idk. The point is, the piss stream is gonna be strong, and you reasonably feel the need to step back a bit to avoid splash-back.

Hecate of course, lacking the self-awareness that the narrative has inexplicably hoisted upon you, desperately trying to regain any semblance of the power and control you took away from her with the literal snap of your fingers, and still chock full of that bitchy arrogance that you love to hate, gives you a great big smirk.

"I see you lost your nerve. It seems that you might have some intelligence locked away in that shrivelled up raisin one could charitably call a brain. If you leave now, I may consider granting you a shred of mercy by merely castrating ONE of your testicles with a rusty spoon instead of both."

Ooh, scary. You consider feeling scared for a moment, before remembering that she is your bitch. As such, you aim your dick in her general direction;

and then you let loose.

The first part of her body the stream hits is her face. She jerks back in surprise, but as the piss stream covers her shocked expression, she explodes in anger.

"DEFILER!" She screams at you, her eyes flashing with rage, "INHUMAN SCUM!! HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE ONE SUCH AS I!? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS TRANSGRESSION, I PROMISE YOU THAT! YOU HEAR ME!? YOU WILL P—!"

Y'know, I don't really hold her little rant against her. She clearly wasn't expecting this situation, and no one had ever put her bitchy self in her place until this point, so I reckon she kinda needed to scream at you. That said, it did cause her mouth to open, and you decide that her open mouth makes for a particularly good toilet, with the added benefit of shutting her self-righteous ranting right down.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she gurgles and chokes on your piss.

"Ghg! Gagck!"

You watch as she quickly closes her mouth - though of course, not quickly enough to avoid the inside from being utterly coated with your pee - and splutters, doing that thing where you try to get as much liquid out as you can while keeping your mouth as shut as possible. We've all done it, I'm sure of it. Shut up.

Her gaze sears you with hatred as you adjust the stream, making sure to dampen her hair before lowering it to first her chest - soaking her tits in your shower of gold as she squirms with discomfort - then down to her torso, overflowing her bellybutton (she has an innie), and then finally spraying her pelvis and pussy. You make sure every fucking inch of her is covered in your urine.

Finally - FINALLY - your piss stream slows to a trickle as your bladder empties. Good lord my man, just how much water did you drink!? Ah, whatever, it was worth it. As you finally finish up, you take the time to behold your masterpiece.

She is DRENCHED in piss. You see how it drips off of every part of her body, from her elbows and shoulders, to her hair and tits. Yet even still, as you make eye contact with her, you notice how her gaze has still not lost that fire.

You love that look in her eyes. The shock. The disgust. The sheer impotent rage she holds toward you. She made you helpess, and now you're returning the favour. She's right about what she said earlier, you know. You are a barbarian, a brute, a defiler, a desecrator. I think you know that. I think that's something you're learning to embrace about yourself. This is your universe. Not hers. She just lives in it. The only role she serves is to be your bitch. She asks you how you dare to desecrate her? The real question is how dare she resist!? How dare she think herself anything but a plaything for you, an obedient little slut who exists only for your personal pleasure and gratification!?

You feel your anger igniting as you ask yourself this, and feel a jolt as your cock hardens once more. You secretly hope she never loses that fire in her eyes. Your sadism can never truly be quenched, and her continued resistance, her insistence on her own autonomy and personhood is a key part of scratching that itch. It's an interesting paradox, for sure.

You know, I lied before about what the real question is. In truth, the real question is this: