Wet and Wanting

The barrack’s showers were empty when Rowan entered, the tiled room eerily quiet. A part of her was grateful for the solitude. She didn’t feel that idle pleasantries or conversions would help focus her mind. With meditative actions, Rowan stripped off her tank top, pants and underwear and stowed them in the cubby next to the far shower.

She stepped into the shower and turned it on, the magically heated water already at the perfect temperature. Rowan let out a low groan as the warmth washed over her, the lingering strain from the day easing away. Some part of her knew it was inconsiderate to take too long, a combination of a frugal upbringing and strict adherence to Order doctrine making her not want to take more resources than needed. But, with no one around and after a hard day of fighting and honest charity, she gave into temptation and luxuriated for a bit.

After a short while of just letting the hot water cascade over her, Rowan began to actually clean herself. Soap lathered in her hands before they moved to sweep across her skin. As she scrubbed herself, her mind drifted. At first, she tried to use the act to string together a proper recounting for her report, but she couldn’t get over the hurdle that led her to shower.

Rowan took in a sharp breath as her hands ghosted over her breasts, her rough palms teasing her nipples and sending a pleasant jolt down to her nether regions. She bit her lip as she tried to rein in her desires but her will was shaky.

‘What’s the harm of letting off a little steam?’ the thought crossed into her mind, her hand drifting down to her pussy, inching closer like the beads of water running down her taut midriff. Rowan knew she shouldn’t be a **** to her base impulses, especially with her already less than perfect track record. While there wasn’t anything in the prescripts of the Order that forbade sexual relationships or acts, there was an unspoken rule to resist the temptations of the flesh, to follow in the footsteps of the Wardens and only within the confines of a marriage engage in sex.

That there wasn’t a hard rule about it spoke of how strongly that idea was planted in the minds of the Order’s rank and file and yet, for the first time since speaking her oath, Rowan found herself falling to temptation. With slow motions, Rowan’s fingers found her pussy and began to probe her lips.

Primed by her earlier thoughts of John and the lack of practice, pleasure ran up Rowan’s spine, nearly causing her to fall back. She kept her footing and managed to walk back up against the wall, the spray of the shower just hitting her. With support keeping her upright, Rowan continued to play with herself. At first, she tried to keep her mind only on the physical sensation, but images of John began to filter into her mind.

She wondered what he looked like under his clothing, and imagined him with a swimmer’s build, lean with compact muscles. Focusing on speed seemed his style, and from what she could make out of his build, it felt right. Soon, her thoughts turned to other parts of his anatomy, and she let out a moan as she imagined his penis and what it could feel like as it took the place of her fingers.

Rowan’s fingers picked up their pace, pressing in harder and faster as the fantasy John did. Her unoccupied hand moved to her breasts, mimicking how she wanted him to play with them. She let out a whimper of need as she pulled her nipple, imagining it between John’s lips.

Then the door to the shower creaked open, followed by heavy enough footfalls for Rowan to hear someone walking towards her stall. She froze, hand on her tit and fingers in her pussy. A second later, the shower two stalls away from her was turned on.

Fear ran through Rowan’s body, but so too did the urge to reach her climax. Someone she knew, a colleague and fellow follower of the Lady’s Light, was feet away and yet, desire still burned within her. Her pulse raced as she tried to calm herself, but nearly let out a keening moan when she attempted to remove her fingers.

As her body trembled with the approaching orgasm for a few moments, an errant thought crossed her mind. ‘Almost there. Just need to keep quiet.’

Unable to ignore the heat built up in her core, Rowan slowly began to resume her masturbation, biting her lip to contain her voice. The threat of being caught somehow made things hotter and her legs began to quiver. In her imagination, she was not in the shower but in her quarters, with John fucking her, having snuck in to make forbidden love to her.

Rowan barely held back a drawn-out moan as she came, her legs nearly buckling as she rode out her orgasm. The sound of the showers drowned out her heavy breathing as she limply leaned against the wall. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, but she managed to stay upright. She didn’t make masturbation a habit, but that one was certainly the strongest she’d experienced.

‘Maybe doing this more often wouldn’t be a bad idea.’

She blinked and shook her head to clear the post-orgasmic haze. With titanic effort, she **** herself to stand unaided and stumbled her way to the valve. She stood under the spray for a few moments, letting the noise of the water mask her labored breathing until she could get it under control. Once her breathing was back to normal, Rowan turned off the shower, plunging the room into silence.

‘Wait,’ Rowan thought as her head cleared. ‘Did whoever came in leave already?’

The quiet of the room suggested that and Rowan carefully opened the door of her stall, straining her ears for any sound. Nothing indicated she had company and she bit her lip.

‘Was I so distracted I missed them leaving?’ she wondered. While the lack of awareness was something she would beat herself over later, now she was glad there was no one around to possibly catch her right after her indiscretion.

Still, even with the near scare, the pleasant buzz still running through her body left her feeling light, especially now that strength was returning to her limbs. As she dried off and slipped back into her clothing, a thought crossed her mind.

‘Maybe once a week wouldn’t hurt?’

The fading light of the day cast the small pool in orange light and Teri let out a pleased sigh as she floated on the surface. The water was pleasantly warm, heated by Pruzonia’s sun over the course of the day, and made for a perfect way to relax after a hard day. Closing her eyes, Teri let her thoughts wander, drifting about like the subtle currents below her.

The lake was close enough to the village that the sounds of merrymaking could be heard if one tried, so happy thoughts about the village growing prosperous took root first. She imagined such joyous nights would happen more often than not as they slowly built up their new home, pains of the day be damned. Feeling that happiness was akin to a hearty drink to Teri, and as much as she enjoyed seeing her people like that, she knew if she stayed too close, it would leave her feeling tipsy.

‘Even this far out, I can just feel it,’ she thought with a smile, letting the faint uplighting sounds only she could hear tickle her mind. However, her thoughts turned to the cause of that happiness and her smile dimmed slightly. It was getting harder to ignore the feelings that ate at her, especially when they were all close by, their affection for each other making her desire burn hotter. Was it so wrong to want those emotions directed at her? To have their symphony composed for her?

“Stop thinking like that,” she muttered to herself before dunking under the surface, hoping the water would quench her desire. It did not.

Coming up for air, Teri let out a groan and looked up at the sky. A part of her wanted to just get things over with and approach them, to lay out her feelings and see if they reciprocated. But fear of rejection and fear that they would, held her in an unpleasant limbo. Surely, with how Beth and Senka got folded in, if they wanted her involved, they would have by now, right?

‘It’s not like there hasn’t been a metric ton of things happening,’ some hopeful part of her countered. ‘Phantom Reach, Kiera, here, the Order. So much in the span of a week and change.’

‘And if they do want you, they may not move for fear of insulting you,’ another thought crossed her mind, one that dragged up her fear of them trying. It wasn’t a simple matter of just saying yes. There was the clan to consider. Before, the tenuous nature of their position made any move they could have made a hard sell. Now, with things settling down? Would her people bless such a relationship? The elders wouldn’t purely for tradition’s sake, that was for sure.

“Why did I have to fall for them?” she moaned out, the frustration of being trapped between two horrible outcomes, even if she got what she wanted. She knew the reason. They were kind, considerate, helpful, fun to be around, and so many other things. She liked how they tried to help shoulder her burdens, and ease her worries. When she got to hang with them, she wasn’t Tsxhel, shaman of the Golmerk clan. She got to be Teri, the young woman who liked human culture. She wanted to watch tv and movies with Beth, play video games with John, talk about books with Vivian, laugh with Senka and Aeolia.

And there was something more primal she wanted too and thinking about her secret desires caused her hands to drift to her neglected pussy and began to gently prod her sensitive flesh. With everyone else occupied with celebration, she felt safe doing so.

“Hmm,” she groaned as she dipped her fingers into her depths, her eyes closed as she imagined the girls and John attending her. How would they treat her? She imagined Vivian would be gentle, with soft caresses and light kisses. Aeolia and Beth she felt would be more aggressive, eagerly thrusting pleasure upon her with quick fingers and tongues.

Senka would be a tease, she decided as she deliberately slowed herself to reflect her impression, drawing out the build-up of her orgasm. And John would have a balanced approach, going slow, fast, soft and rough as needed. And if he wasn’t alone with her, he would compliment whoever was joining him.

With the variety of fantasies running through her head, Teri’s orgasm came hard and fast. She just barely held back a sharp cry as her body seized up, her eyes rolling back. For a few moments she floated limply as she regained her breath, a weighty depression settling over her.

“How am I supposed to deal with all this?” she muttered to herself, the high of her orgasm doing little to distract from the reality of her predicament. If anything, it left the gnawing pit of longing more ravenous. Knowing that soaking in the lake wouldn’t yield any answer and would eventually lead to someone seeking her out, Teri reluctantly swam towards the shore and her clothing. Hopefully, no one would need her for anything.

Kiera’s soft moans were swallowed by a combination of the shower’s spray and the musical soundtrack playing off Brenda’s borrowed phone. If it was only one or the other, she wouldn’t have had the courage to so brazenly masturbate, but thankfully, the pair masked her voice and allowed her an outlet for her pent-up lust.

She thought that Beth’s suggestion to get some exercise was innocent enough, but she hadn’t expected her to dress in such revealing clothes. Nor had she expected to find her so attractive as she ran. With her own lack of physical fitness, she certainly had quite the view through their run.

Kiera pressed herself up against the wall of the shower as she toyed with herself, a dildo borrowed from Brenda’s closet pressing against her pussy. Her night with Brenda had unlocked something and the day with Beth and Aeolia hadn’t helped with the growing frustration she felt.

As she plunged the toy into her core, she couldn’t help but wonder what they all were doing in John’s room. They hadn’t been as subtle as they thought when they returned from helping Teri and her people. And her lust-colored mind could only draw one conclusion for the need for privacy.

In her imagination, they were all on John’s bed; it was large enough to support everyone. John was at the center of the scene, Vivian kneeling over his face while Senka straddled his legs, his penis piercing her depths, her mouth capturing Vivian’s. Aeolia and Beth were on either side, each with their lips on Vivian’s breasts while John worked his fingers into their folds.

They formed an orchestra of lust, and Kiera could almost hear each sweet moan, deep grunt and sharp whimper as they worked each other to their limit. With her eyes closed, Kiera imagined each of their faces, blush coloring their cheeks in unique ways, mouths opening to let out their own personal sounds of pleasure.

Her own moans squeaked out as her thumb tweaked her clit, her legs quivering as her orgasm neared. She imagined how each of her crushes would act as they neared their climax. Vivian would toss her head back and forth, and Beth would hold close to her partner at the moment. Aeolia’s wings would flutter, and Senka would whisper instructions and other sweet nothings. And John would redouble his efforts to ensure his partners would reach their peak in time with his own.

Those fantasies drove Kiera over the edge and she came with a strangled cry, her back pressed up against the shower wall as her muscles spasmed. Her eyes fluttered as she came down from her high, her mood dropping in time. She didn’t know how she was supposed to deal with all this. Brenda had given her blessing, but that didn’t mean anything if she couldn’t work up the courage to even ask about how John and the girls got together, let alone ask if she could join them.

But, an unusual determination gripped Kiera’s heart. She got a second chance at life, with people that actually cared about her, even after what she had helped do. She would repay their kindness and she would tell them of her feelings.

At some point. Hopefully soon.

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