Darnassian Champagne Chapter 1 - First Taste

Zidari was pacing through the bedroom, restless.
She didn't know what to think or do, it felt all so strange.
But the forbidden idea in her mind gradually took shape nonetheless.
Coming to a stop in front of the mirror adorning the otherwise bleak westward wall of her room she stared at her reflection.
Her eyes, sweet and innocent, but cunning, looked back at her, gleaming with energy.
Her gaze drifted downwards. She almost felt guilty, thinking herself some kind of narcissist, when she looked at the swell of her breasts beneath the thin white shirt she was wearing and saw the distinct little nubs of her hard nipples press against the cloth and felt them become even harder, aching for touch.
Her breasts were small but perky, her young rogue's body fit and slender, her legs long and creamy skinned. There was no excess fat on her body, and her muscles were finely honed. Her face was cute and her bum was shapely. She loved her body. She had no problem admitting that. She loved every part of it, and many parts not just in the platonic sense that meant she was proud of them. Oh no.
Her 'naughty bits', as she called them, were not just things to be proud of. They were things to tease. Things to touch. Things to play with.
She loved playing with her boobies, flicking fingers against her nipples or twisting them. It felt so wonderful. Rubbing her breasts, massaging them, trailing her fingers softly over their skin. She could understand why all men seemed to be so fond of breasts, and couldn't understand why society's standards insisted on hiding them behind clothing. Did other women not love playing with theirs, or having someone else play with them as much as she did?
But then again, her boobies were not the only things she regularly had fun with.
She loved her feet. Running barefoot through the grass or over sand had always felt wonderful when she was a kid. But when she had grown to a woman, she had discovered ways to gain much more pleasure from her feet.
With her nightelven flexibility she had no trouble at all getting her feet to her face and licking them. She could just sit somewhere and lick on her soles and suck on her toes and the pleasure would make her forget everything around her. Sometimes she even managed to bring herself to climax with her tongue alone, lapping over her soles or playing between her toes.

But most of all she loved her little holes. And she was so happy to have two of them.
Long ago she had discovered the joy her little cunny brought her. She would shove a finger or two deep inside, or rub her little clit. And she loved to stuff things inside.
Which was also true for her second, even tighter little hole which she had discovered only recently. Not that she hadn't known it was there, but she'd never imagined how much pleasure it was able to give until one evening, when she had been alone and playing with a carrot that had been supposed to end up in her supper later.
She had pushed it in and out of her little pussy with speed, and accidentally pulled it out completely one time before shoving it back in. Only that when shoving it back in she had missed the spot, and inadvertently shoved it into her tight asshole.
It had hurt at first, but quickly began to feel extremely good.
From that day on, she had played with her butthole as much as with her pussy.

She regularly challenged herself with the size of things or the amount of things she would push into her little holes.
Yes, she truly loved playing with her orifices. And she truly loved her body. Its soft curves and her velvety skin. The feel of it below her hands and its look in the mirror.
But did she love her body enough to go through with the idea forming in her head now?
She had never even thought of the possibility, but now she could think of nothing else.
Wanted to do nothing else.

It had been the night before when the spark had been set in her mind.
In the evening hours she had practiced her stealth and sneaking skills in the city, as she had done often in the past few months since she had decided to become a rogue.
She would stealth through the streets of Darnassus and try to move as close to people as possible without being noticed. She simply thought that it would be much safer to practice becoming a rogue this way than to do it in an enemy city were being discovered would lead to a bad fate.
So she had become quite good a stealther and challenged herself to more and more daring things. She would try to come into touching distance of city guards. She would try to slip her hand into the pockets of unsuspecting people, or snatch an apple from a fruit seller.
Finally she started entering houses through open windows. She didn't steal anything of course. Not in her own city. But she reckoned that it would be good practice for later, and she became increasingly good at it.
Her most difficult achievements were breaking into houses while people were inside.
Last night, she had done exactly this. She had heard voices inside a house and seen light, but a window in an empty room had been open. So she had slipped inside, remained there for a few moments, and was already about to leave when she had somehow felt compelled to investigate the giggling coming from the other room.

And then she had seen something she hadn't expected at all.
Looking through the large keyhole in the door to the house's main room she saw three nightelves and a draenei with a bottle between them. When she looked more carefully at them, she saw that the draenei was sitting there without pants or anything else hiding her glistening pussy from view. She had halted her breath. Then, over the coming minutes, the girls, young and enormously beautiful each, had gradually undressed and, to Zidari's amazement, two of the elves had even licked each others feet.
During the show Zidari had become increasingly wet and aroused. When it had become too much for her, she had once again started towards the window to leave and quickly run home to take care of her itching pussy, when a thrilling idea had formed in her head.
Remaining in the dark room, she quickly brought one hand under her shirt to pinch her nipple, while the other slid into her pants.
Masturbating in some stranger's house was by far the most daring thing she had ever done, but it gave her an immense thrill, and she decided that she would often repeat this from now on. Slipping into someone else's house and masturbating there. Now that was quite something for the little rogue.

Once she had finished, barely able to stifle her moans, she couldn't keep herself from looking one last time through the keyhole before vanishing into the night. At least that was what she had intended to do. One quick look and then leave.
But once she witnessed what the girls in the other room did, all plans were erased from her mind.
Because right when she looked through the peephole, she could see one of the elves pissing into a glass.
She had so often looked at her own naked body in the mirror, often played with herself in front of it, looked at her gaping holes in it, but she had never thought of peeing in front of it.
Such a thought never had entered her mind. But watching this beautiful elf, who reminded her of her own lover, do it, was strangely erotic to the young rogue.

But what came next almost shattered the young girl's mind.
The elf who had pissed into the glass was bringing it to her lips and started drinking her bright yellow urine.
Zidari couldn't believe her eyes. A part of her reviled in disgust, but another part made her unable to look away from the perverse display. And then she felt a familiar burn in the lower parts of her body, the warmth of sexual arousal spreading through her.
Then an other elf girl pissed into a glass, but this one filled it to the brim with her hot yellow liquid.
Zidari couldn't look away.
And as she had foreseen, feared, and hoped at the same time, the girl brought the full glass to her lips and drank all the pee down.
A strange shiver ran down Zidari's spine, and still she couldn't force her gaze away.

Then time lost its meaning and everything became a blur in Zidari's memory. All four women had started pissing onto each other, seeming to be especially fond of getting the yellow urine into their mouths and gulping it down.
The next thing Zidari remembered was suddenly convulsing in an orgasm. Still shivering she had made her way out the window and back to her house, her mind running crazy.
She'd never have thought that anyone would do such a dirty thing as drink piss, but there they were, four gorgeous women so obviously enjoying, no, absolutely loving to drink the yellow stuff. And she herself had gotten hot and bothered like never before just from watching it. Climaxed even! Without any kind of stimulation. That was unheard of. It was all too much to grasp, and the young elf had gone to bed, forcing her mind clear with meditation techniques she had studied years ago.
But it wouldn't work.
Again and again she saw the pissing and piss drinking women in front of her eyes.
When of them took on her own face she realized that she was dreaming and woke up with a start.
Her entire crotch was wet with her arousal, and it's odor was heavy in the air.
She had gotten up and started pacing.


She sighed. There was no way around it. She simply had to do it. She just had to. A part of her mind was repulsed by the idea, but the stronger part wanted nothing in all the world more right now. She had to taste her piss. She could do nothing but surrender to the urge.

Not wanting to do the dirty thing in the cold outhouse, she drew her night pot from under the bed. She had never used it, never having wanted to actually see what came out of her bladder. But now things had changed.
Her own hot yellow piss. She wanted to see it. Wanted to taste it. To drink it. To bathe herself in it. 'Stop these thoughts!', she commanded herself.
Taking a deep breath, she squatted over the white pot.
Her bladder felt full, but nothing would come. The moment she had thought about what she would do once the stream started, her stomach had started fluttering and her pussy had started tingling.
But too many thoughts whirled through her mind.
What if it tasted as disgusting as she had always assumed it would?
What if it tasted like nothing and would be a huge disappointment, leaving her immense yearning unsatisfied?
And what if it actually tasted good? Would she become a crazy woman who was addicted to urine?
To the small part of her mind that was still sober, none of these possibilities seemed especially good. But her conscious, aroused mind hoped for nothing more than for her piss to taste glorious so she could enjoy it every day.

"Too many thoughts", she thought, and used all her willpower to clear her mind and relax.
She concentrated on releasing her bladder, and after long minutes she finally succeeded. She felt the pressure of the liquid open her tiny peehole and trickle out of it.
Quickly she brought a hand under her pussy. But when the first hot drop of urine touched her skin, all the thoughts shot up in her mind again, and her peestream immediately ceased.
Still, a few tiny drops had accumulated on her finger, albeit too thin to show any color over her skin.
Holding her finger under her nose, she also could not smell anything from the tiny drops.

Taking a deep breath, she struck her tongue out and touched the tip of her finger.
And the moment her tongue came in contact with the drop of pee hanging there, a fire shot from her crotch through her whole body, a fire of arousal as intense as the feeling she had when she finally pushed something deep into her pussy or asshole after teasing her clit until the need to be filled became unbearable.

Quickly she stuck her whole finger into her mouth, sucking on it, her tongue twirling around it, wanting to collect every last little drop of piss.
The tiny drops of urine were composed of too little liquid to have much taste, but the mental aspect of the kinky act made them taste like liquefied pleasure.
But even after she had caught her breath and somewhat stilled her mind from the initial shock and awe, the taste lingering on her tongue was not unpleasant.
It had the same sweetness as her pussycream, which she often licked eagerly from her fingers or the lips of her lover, but with an exciting undertone of saltiness and bitterness, but not enough to make it taste bad.
She had to have more.
Again she concentrated hard until her flow started and quickly held two fingers into the hot stream.
Bringing them up again, she saw happily that some thick drops had accumulated in the ridge between the fingers.
Quickly she shoved them into her mouth, sucking the piss off them.
This time it was even better than the last, as more of the forbidden liquid entered her mouth and stimulated the taste buds on her tongue.
The fire in her crotch burned brighter and she needed to have even more.
When she brought her hand below her once more, she had no problem to start tinkling again. This time she moved her whole hand into the steaming stream, coating it in her hot urine.
When she held it up, it was dripping, and she quickly held it above her open mouth, letting the sweet drops fall onto her tongue. The taste was intoxicating.
When no more drops were falling, she looked at her hand. Seeing the milky skin shimmer with faint yellow made her moan lustfully and shove her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, then running her tongue over her palm and the back of her hand with long, lustful strokes, until it was cleaned completely.
By now, the taste of her hot urine had become heavenly to her.
Again the small part of her mind was telling her that the gorgeous taste was most likely just an illusion produced by her brain that had quickly learned to associate the sweet tanginess with incredible sexual arousal, but she didn't care. Her piss just tasted so unbelievably good to her, she had no doubts that she would drink it very often from now on. Starting right this moment.

She didn't want to just lick tiny drops of it from her fingers. No, she wanted to really drink it, in large amounts, like those elves she had secretly watched had done.
Then she remembered that she had been squatting over her night pot all the time while peeing on her fingers.
Moving herself a bit backwards, so she could look into the pisspot, she felt her nipples get so stiff they almost hurt, and her pussy leak creamy wetness, when she saw its contents.
The pot was filled about a quarter inch with the pee that had flown over her fingers and landed inside it.
Being her first piss of the day, it was deeply yellow, the color made even more prominent by the white material of the pisspot, reflecting the rays of the early morning light, illuminating the liquid and making it almost glow.
Just watching it made her feel so kinky and caused her pulse to quicken.
She guessed that white, translucent piss wouldn't have so much an effect, since it could be seen as water. But the deep yellow color of her morning piss allowed no doubt as to what it was. This was piss. Her piss. Her deep yellow, hot elven girly piss. And to her it was the most precious liquid to exist. Its taste was only rivaled by sweet pussy cream. But the dirtiness, the kinkiness, the forbiddenness, made it somehow so much more exciting, so much more arousing.

She had to drink it. Now.
Her hands almost shaking from her excitement, she took the pisspot up and brought it to her lips.
This was so dirty. Drinking the contents of her pisspot, filled with her hot yellow pee. She shivered.
And drank.
And climaxed.
When the hot heady liquid had washed over her tongue and filled her mouth, and she had swallowed it all down, the intoxicating taste and her telling herself that she was right now swallowing a mouthful of her own hot piss, so yellow and dirty, it had been too much for her. The fire in her crotch that had burned there since the first drop of pee had touched the tip of her tongue, was suddenly released and rushed through her whole body, engulfing every nerve cell in its flames and she started convulsing, dropping the pot, nonsensical syllables leaving her lips.
It was an incredible orgasm. When its waves had finally stopped roaring through her body, she was panting.

'By Elune, the mind really is the most erogenous organ!', she thought with a crazy grin on her face once she had calmed somewhat down.