Watersports

Anyone who saw the contents of my computer’s search history would know that being given a green light like that one would lead to some strange stuff. I stood up, suddenly having made my decision, nearly causing my computer chair to fall in the process, and then took hold of my still partially stiff member and aimed the tip at her.

In any other circumstances I might have thought twice about what I was about to do, but I felt like I was acting entirely on impulse at the moment, letting my animal instincts think for me. And all they wanted me to do right now was piss on this woman who had submitted herself to me.

Just before I broke the dam, I noted that her thong was visibly drenched, which meant that what I had just been doing with her truly had been exciting her in some way. This gave me a little surge of confidence as I carefully moved my cock into the right position. Without further delay, I relaxed my bladder and began to urinate. My stream of piss splashed against her tits first, and the sound of the intense stream striking her bare skin brought immense pleasure to my brain. I sighed with greater satisfaction than I had ever experienced before while emptying my bladder.

I began to change my aim, shooting for her belly, then her thighs, then her thong. To my surprise, she actually shifted the garment out of the way and flashed her pink, wet pussy for me and let me splash the sour liquid on it. If I had any previous doubts about how much she was enjoying this part, they were immediately quelled by this display.

I threw my head back and let out a groan of satisfaction. Just knowing that she was enjoying this absolutely filthy act was a relief given that I hadn’t spent even one second considering if I should just do it without asking. There was something primal about what I was doing, like an animal in the wild marking its territory. I was claiming her as my own property. Just to put the icing on the cake, I aimed upward, now splashing my stream against her face.

Lyneth didn’t seem to mind, and in fact her hands were busy groping her piss-covered breasts and pinching her nipples, which were now erect and poking out from their normally inverted homes.

She moaned at her own touch and smiled as I continued to pour the contents of my bladder onto her, “Fuck, your piss is so hot. It feels good against my skin, Master.”

“Good,” I replied, trying my best to aim for her mouth while she talked, “and how does it taste?”

She closed her lips and I watched as she swallowed, “It’s so tasty, Master. Can I drink some more, please?”

I didn’t need much more encouragement than that. I stepped forward and she sat up, kneeling on the ground in front of me as she slid my cock into her lips. I started hearing the gulps right away as she swallowed down the liquid like a refreshing drink. As a cherry on top, she even moaned between gulps, showing me just how much she wanted it.

I was frankly amazed at how much I was urinating, it felt like I could go on forever, and part of me wanted to. Hearing her drink it so heartily and vigorously was extremely satisfying.

After what had to be at least thirty seconds, however, she finally pulled herself off and let the golden liquid shower her face once again. “Master, my upgrade has affected your bladder too. You can keep going as long as you want to.” After giving me this helpful bit of information, she wrapped her lips back around my tip and continued swallowing down the sour substance.

I gave it a few more seconds before I stopped the stream. Now that she mentioned it, I could feel it. It truly was like I could relax my bladder anytime I wanted, like it was constantly full but not really in a painful way.

“Damn, that’s definitely an upgrade,” I said, collapsing back into my chair.

“Urine is one of my primary sources of power,” Lyneth explained, standing up after one last gulp, “so of course I’d make it so you can give me as much as you wanted.”

I looked at the floor and was suddenly mortified. The carpet was completely soaked in a large puddle of piss now. I wondered how in the hell I was going to clean that up.

Lyneth saw my distress and giggled, then casually snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the entire dark patch on the carpet was gone and she was completely dry and clean. It was like I had never urinated in the first place.

“Whoa,” I couldn’t help but be amazed at such a simple trick. I was also infinitely glad that I wouldn’t have to clean it up.

“That sort of trick is child’s play for me. Doesn’t even use up much magic power.”

“Thank god, I was freaking out for a second.”

Lyneth giggled, “Well, after that session I have plenty of magic stored up and ready to use. Remember that cum, urine, blood, and even saliva will work.”

“Does one particular fluid work better than the others? Do you have a preference? And is it better to make you actually swallow it or do creampies work too?” My experience with tabletop roleplaying made me keen to question the possibilities up-front, that way I didn’t get surprised in a bad way when I needed the info later.

She giggled at my sudden barrage of questions. “Those details don’t matter. What matters is how much you prefer any particular method. The most effective configuration will be the one you enjoy most. It’s more about the lust than the act itself. In other words, if making me swallow down you sour, golden piss like your personal urinal is your favorite thing, it will restore the most magic power. But no matter what you choose, as long as you enjoy it, it will give me more than enough magic power to do just about anything you want to use it for. I’d let you know if it wasn’t the case.”

“Hm, okay that’s fair. That didn’t exactly answer my question about what you prefer. I mean, you’re stuck with me for life, right? I want to make sure I’m not just making you miserable this whole time.”

Lyneth actually looked slightly shocked at this revelation. “Wow, that’s awfully sweet of you to consider my feelings on the matter, especially this early in the partnership. May have been worth being concerned about that before drenching me in urine, but no harm was done.”

I laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of my head, embarrassed.

“You needn’t worry, though. Succubi and incubi don’t have actual sexual preferences. It would be quite an oversight if we did, since having preferences would limit our opportunities to gain magic power. Think of the satisfaction I feel toward any sexual event as a mirror of your own satisfaction, even if I’m not directly involved in the act, nor you for that matter.”

“That’s good to know,” I replied, nodding.