Darnassian Champagne Chapter 3 - Suprise Drink

Still exhausted from her orgasm, Zidari was lying on the floor, the sweet aftertaste of her pee still in her mouth. She dreamily licked her lips.
Then she suddenly shot bolt upright, all tiredness forgotten and her thoughts whirling with ideas and possibilities.
She had completely forgotten what day it was, and only now remembered that her lover, Niraleth, would finally come home today!

Zidari and Niraleth had known each other since childhood, growing up together as best friends. When they both had blossomed into young women, they had started experimenting together. They had both shared their first kiss with each other. And later on they had both discovered that they were lesbians together, when their 'show me yours and I'll show you mine' games had first evolved into 'touch mine and I'll touch yours' and eventually into 'lick and finger all my holes and I'll lick and finger yours'. Zidari had to giggle thinking about it.
It had started so innocently years ago, just careful closemouthed kisses on the cheeks. But after some years had passed, they were often busy shoving their soft tongues into each other's tight little assholes.
Zidari sighed. She missed Niraleth. Ever since the young elf had started her mage training, she often had to leave for days, sometimes even weeks at a time now for her studies in other cities.
This was hard on them both, since it was not only their sexuality they had discovered together and were constantly living out, but also their love. Every day without Niraleth was a drag. Zidari wondered how she would survive if she couldn't at least masturbate daily, most of the times thinking about Niraleth.
'Curse finally allowing us elves to become mages, but keeping all the arcane libraries in the human cities', Zidari thought.

But today Niraleth would finally return after being gone for the better part of a week.
And Zidari was looking very much forward to introducing her lover to her new kink. She thought about a good way to do this. And preferably a 'mean' way. She grinned at the thought.
She had always been the more experimenting one of the pair, and loved just suddenly doing something new to Niraleth, who had always been slightly submissive and liked it when Zidari took the initiative.
Zidari fondly remembered the day after her own discovery of anal stimulation. She had lovingly licked Niraleth's pussy, and then, without announcement, pushed her index finger deep into the girl's little asshole.
Niraleth had screamed, but quickly began moaning. Later she had told Zidari how good it had been. Ever since that day they had both loved anal, giving and receiving.

It didn't take Zidari long to come up with a plan of getting Niraleth to drink her piss. She just hoped that her lover would share her new kink and not be disgusted by it. But then, until now Niraleth had always loved everything Zidari had come up with.
Still, the young rogue was nervously getting dressed and waiting for Niraleth to arrive.

When, shortly before noon, Zidari finally heard the door to their little house open, she ran towards her lover and threw her arms around her, kissing her.
Niraleth returned the kiss. "I missed you too, my love", she said when they broke their kiss and stared into each other's eyes.

Then Niraleth frowned. "What happened? You are planning something!"
'Elune,', Zidari thought, 'she knows me too well'.
"Nothing. Just so happy to see you.", she replied, trying to keep her face calm.
"That doesn't work on me, Zi! You're up to something, I know it!", the slender elf told her with a spark in her eyes.
"Come on, tell me!"
"Well.. It's just.. I discovered something new. Something.. great. But later. Come on in now, I'll get us something to drink!"
Niraleth eyed her with suspicion, but finally, with an exasperated sigh, went into their bedroom to change and stow her travel bags.

Meanwhile, Zidari went into the kitchen, closing and locking the door behind her, trying to be as quite as possible so Niraleth wouldn't hear anything and suspect something.

Then she took two big drinking glasses from the cupboard.
Her heart was already racing again from the excitement of the dirty thing she was about to do.
Dropping her cotton pants and silk panties to her ankles, she held one of the glasses between her legs and started pissing into it, sighing in pleasure from the relief.
When it was full, she put it on the counter, and her mouth watered just looking at it.
Bringing the second glass to her pussy, she again started peeing. She was happy to see that she had drunken enough to be able to fill both glasses to the brim.
Thirstily eyeing the glasses full of her hot piss, a realization struck her. The color of the precious liquid was bright yellow. A yellow that she wouldn't be able to explain away as being apple juice or something similar.
She cursed. Niraleth would probably know what it was when she saw the color and not drink it. She had to improvise.

Leaving both glasses on the counter, she left the kitchen, carefully closing the door behind her.
She found Niraleth in the living room, dressed in a blue dress that was of such thin cloth that her dark bra and panties shimmered through the fabric. Her mouth watered again, looking at her beautiful lover.
Niraleth languidly stretched her arms. "Like what you see?", she asked Zidari with a sly look.
"So very much..", she breathed, but then remembered her plan and snapped out of the almost-trance Niraleth had managed to induce so easily with her perfect little elven body.

"I made us drinks!", she announced.
"That's nice. So.. where are they?", Niraleth giggled.
"Well its a surprise. I only discovered.. this drink today, and it's totally awesome! But I need to blindfold you!", she ran off, looking for a reasonably thick piece of cloth. When she returned with a black silk scarf, Niraleth raised her brows.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm blindfolding you!", she answered with a bright smile.
"Yes, no, I mean, why would you blindfold me? Just so I cannot see what you're giving me to drink? You're up to something! Admit it!"
"No, no, it's just that it's.. it's better when you don't see it. You know, so you can focus more on your sense of taste..", she stuttered, realizing that she hadn't fully thought her plan through.
"If I wanted that I could just close my eyes.. no, no, you're up to something bad! Oh no, I know it! You've been to that terrible goblin alchemist again while I was away!"

Zidari chuckled, remembering the time when she had bought a 'love potion' from a goblin who promised her that sharing the potion with a lover would make for an unforgettable night. Well, technically he hadn't lied. The night had been unforgettable indeed. Unfortunately, as she had later found out, the actual effect of the potion, which was mainly marketed at dwarfs, was intended to make ugly dwarf women look like pretty elves. So when the elves had drunken the potion and looked at each other, the effect had been pretty much reversed, making them look like short, hairy dwarfs to each other. That had pretty much killed the mood for some hours until the effect had finally worn off. Still, it was a funny memory.

She laughed. "No, no, my love, I promise you it's nothing like that! In fact.. in fact I made it myself. All by myself. Just for you! I just don't know if you like the taste.. and the look.. as much as I do, so I want you to drink it while blindfolded. Please.", she used her best kitten-look at Niraleth, who finally sighed and turned her back towards Zidari, so the elf could blindfold her and tie the cloth behind her head, which she promptly did.

After she had helped the now blind Niraleth sit down, she hurried into the kitchen, giddy and excited. Quickly she returned with the two glasses filled with her hot urine.
"All right, extend your hand!", she instructed. Then she carefully handed one of the glasses to the elf. When Niraleth touched the glass, she immediately withdrew her hand. "It's hot!", she exclaimed.
"Only warm. No need to worry, it won't burn you.", Zidari reassured her.

Niraleth grabbed the glass and held it carefully between both hands.
"What is it?", she asked.
"Its no surprise if I tell you now, is it?", Zidari giggled. "I'll tell you afterwards, I promise."

She eyed her lover intently as the elf held her glass under her nose.
"Hm smells somehow familiar, but I can't place it. And it's so warm. Is it fruit tee?"
But Zidari said nothing, just watching the elf as she finally brought the glass full of Zidari's hot yellow piss to her lips.
It was immensely arousing, and Zidari could feel her panties dampen at the sight.
When a bit of the hot yellow fluid was visible entering Niraleth's mouth, Zidari's pussy was burning again.
"Tastes.. hmm.. I'm not sure. Are you sure you mixed this correctly? It's somehow both sweet and salty."
She drank some more, Zidari's eyes transfixed to the spectacle.
"But I think I like it", she said, and Zidari felt relieved. Having to explain to her lover that she had just made her drink her own piss would be a lot easier if she wasn't revolted by the taste.
She watched Niraleth swallow down mouthfuls of her piss, and it made her almost crazy with arousal.
"I think I really like it!", Niraleth said and was gulping down the rest of the yellow urine.
She emptied the whole glass and made a satisfied noise.
"That was good. Thank you darling. Now will you tell me what it was?"

Zidari swallowed.
"Umm well.. ah.. well, it was my pee.."
"What do you mean, your pee?"
"Uuhh just what I said.. it was my pee. Piss. Urine."
Niraleth yanked the blindfold from her head and stared at Zidari incredulously.
"You can't be serious!", she started, but then her gaze went to Zidari's still full glass of pee and she became silent.
Looking from the glass to Zidari and back, she finally grabbed the glass and took a swig of its unmistakable yellow contents to make sure it was the same stuff she had just drunken.

She stared at Zidari, who didn't even dare to breathe at this moment.
"I can't believe you made me drink your.. your dirty yellow piss! That's definitely the most perverted... nastiest... craziest... kinkiest... and.. help me Elune... somehow hottest thing you've ever made me do! This is incredible. It tasted so good! Why did it taste so good? I can't believe that piss tastes like this! This is.. I.. just can't believe it!". She shook her head exasperatedly.
Then, to the relieved Zidari's delight, she brought the glass with piss again to her lips and drank.
"This is so incredible. This really is your pee? You didn't put anything else in there?"
Zidari nodded.
Niraleth laughed exasperatedly. "I can't believe I just drank your piss. It's so incredible. But... did you.. drink it too? Or was I the first to taste it?"
"Oh no, I told you I discovered it myself today and found it to be so great that I had to share it with you. And you can't believe how happy I am that you like it!"
She quickly took the glass from Niraleth and gulped the rest of her still hot piss down with a smile.
Then she proceeded to tell Niraleth in detail just how she had discovered this new kink, and described to her exactly what she had done this morning.
Niraleth was just watching her awestruck the whole time.

When Zidari had finished telling Niraleth everything, a wide grin spread over the mage's face.
"Zi, love, I think now's the time to tell you that I have a little surprise, too. Although it's nothing like yours!", she giggled, "My masters have to attend some meeting in Outland, which means I don't have to be anywhere or do anything until they return in a week."
Zidari became ecstatic. "You mean we have a whole week just for.. us?"
"A whole week for us.. a whole week for.. experimenting..", she grinned.
"Did I tell you already how incredibly great you are?", Zidari asked with a wide grin of her own.
"I love you too darling.", Niraleth replied with a smile.

Zidari's grin turned to a smirk.
"Show me how much you love me. Piss for me."
She pushed the two empty glasses towards the elf.
Niraleth's eyes went wide in surprise.
"Oh Elune, this is so crazy!", she said, her tone exasperated.
"But I drank it, didn't I? I guess that was even more crazy then just peeing myself". She smirked.
"Should I do it right here?"
Zidari nodded.

Transfixed on what she was about to do, Niraleth quickly undressed, causing Zidari to groan when she saw the huge dark wet spot on Niraleth's panties.
"Give me those!", Zidari commanded her, and the mage, used to be somewhat submissive and follow Zidari's commands when they were playing, instantly complied, dropping her panties, stepping out of them, and handing them over to her lover.
Zidari took the panties and held them in front of her face, inhaling deeply. She absolutely loved the sweet musk of the pretty elf.
Then she turned them around and looked for the wet spot in the crotch. Once she had found it, she began eagerly licking it. It turned her on so much. And it was like foreplay now. First lick her lover's pussy cream from her wet panties, and then she'd drink her piss. Zidari shivered in excitement.
Once the panties were only wet with her saliva and all cream gone, she told Niraleth again to pee.

The mage separated her feet and bent her knees a bit, to get in a position that allowed her to hold one of the glasses below her. Then her face became strained when she tried to pee.
"This is difficult when you're watching", she finally said.
"Please try. It would be so hot to watch you do it", Zidari spurned her on, and Niraleth again began concentrating deeply.
Finally some drops of liquid started dropping from her pink cunny lips and fell into the glass.
Niraleth giggled, but Zidari groaned at the erotic sight, that became even more intense when the mage's trickle turned into a powerful stream.
And, to Zidari's delight, her lover obviously hadn't relieved herself for quite a while, since the liquid accumulating in the drinking glass was a wonderfully erotic deep yellow.
"That looks soooo good", she breathed, earning a shy smile from her lover.

After a few more moments the glass was full.
Niraleth brought the glass up, eyeing it proudly.
But Zidari surprised her by suddenly snatching the glass from her hands, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply.
Now it was Niraleth who was eyeing her lustfully, her arousal visible only through her stiff nipples, since it was impossible to tell how much of the wetness between the girl's legs was piss and how much of it was her girlcum.

Zidari was about to drink deeply of her lover's piss, when she had an idea.
"Talk dirty to me!", she instructed her lover.
"Uuh.. what do you want me to say?", the elf questioned her.
"Just tell me what to do!", Zidari grinned at her.
A grin spread over the mage's face.
"Uuh I understand. Yes! Drink my piss Zi! Drink my hot, dirty, yellow piss! Drink it all down! Swallow my hot urine!"
Zidari groaned and drank. She took a whole mouthful of the golden girly juice and swallowed it.
It tasted even better than her own, even more sweet and fruity, and she quickly told her lover so.
"Well, let me try it!", Niraleth answered, extending her hand to take the glass from Zidari.

"Yes, drink that dirty piss! Swallow all that hot, yellow pee, my little pissslut!", Zidari began, but had to stop and laugh at the absurdity of what she was saying. It was so arousing but so funny at the same time.
Niraleth gave a cute laugh, too, then she brought the glass to her lips, and quickly all of the yellow liquid vanished in her mouth and down her throat.

The very moment she brought the glass down from her lips with a bright smile on her face, Zidari was already next to her, grabbing at the elf's head and drawing her in for a long kiss. Her tongue quickly shot into her lover's mouth, and she moaned when she could taste her piss in it.
Niraleth did the same, her tongue deeply exploring Zidari's mouth, and they kept french kissing until there was no taste of pee anymore, and continued for some more minutes.


When they, both out of breath, broke their kiss, it was Niraleth, who said, "Yes, we'll have to do a lot of experimenting!", making Zidari smile brightly and kiss the beautiful elf again.

Darnassian Champagne Chapter 2 - Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Zidari's gaze went to the mirror on the wall. She grinned when she saw her reflection, post-orgasm afterglow visible on her face and in her eyes. When she saw her teeth exposed by her grin, they had a faint yellow sheen.
Instantly she got aroused again, realizing that it were the remnants of the piss she had drunken coloring her fangs.
Her grin grew even wider when she noticed that her bladder was still full, having released only a part of its contents when she had watered her hand.

She decided that she wanted to watch herself pee now.
First she got rid of her nightgown, once again admiring the soft curves of her body in the mirror.
Then she placed her pisspot on the floor in front of the mirror and stood above it. The shaven mound between her legs, and her inner thighs, were shimmering, wet with remnants of her pee and the thin liquid her arousal made her pussy leak.
She squatted over the pot and spread her legs as wide as her flexibility allowed, exposing her pink girly parts to her view. Then she began to pee.
It looked simply beautiful. Even more so when she used her fingers to spread her lips apart, exposing the tiny source of her arcing peestream, which shimmered slightly yellow in the morning light before vanishing in the pot.
Also, for the first time in her life, she noticed the sounds that accompanied her tinkle.
A soft whizzing sound where her stream left her peehole, and a louder splashing sound where it hit the liquid in the pisspot. Somehow those sounds started to sound increasingly erotic to the elf.

Stopping herself, still feeling pressure in her bladder but not yet wanting to empty herself completely of the precious golden liquid, she sat back and stared at her reflection.
She could see yellow drops of pee running down the pink flesh of her spread pussy in the mirror.
Languidly she ran a slender finger through her pink folds, collecting the sweet nectar. Then, still watching her mirror image, she brought the finger to her lips and licked it clean. She moaned softly, it was so good.
Then she looked at her nightpot, a smile spreading over her face when she saw its deep yellow contents, traces of foam swimming in it. Her mouth watered, it looked so delicious.
Quickly she grabbed the pisspot and brought it to her lips. Tilting it, the hot liquid quickly splashed against her lips and she filled her mouth with her tasty urine. Bringing the pot down somewhat, so she could again watch herself in the mirror, she swallowed the mouthful of pee down. Again, she couldn't believe how good it tasted, and how it set her pussy on fire.
Only the image in the mirror was lacking somewhat to the slightly narcissistic elf.
She jumped up and went to her kitchen, returning with a drinking cup made of clear, translucent glass.
Then she poured the piss from her nightpot into the cup and sat down in front of the mirror again.
Satisfied, she could see herself with the stark yellow liquid in her glass trough the mirror.
Bringing the cup to her lips, her eyes darted between the actual contents of the cup, and the image of herself pouring yellow piss down her throat. It looked and felt so dirty, she had trouble keeping herself from starting to rub her clit and make herself climax again right then and there. A moan escaped her throat after she had swallowed.

And, with the cup now empty of the golden juice, a new idea had already formed in her dirty mind.
She set the cup and pot aside and went to the mirror, to lift it from the nail in the wall it was hanging on, and placed it on the floor.
Standing over it with spread legs, she admired the view of her wet pussy in it. Squatting down, the view became even better, when her lips were spread apart together with her legs, exposing the sweet pink inner flesh of her vagina.
Then she once more proceeded to pee, directly on the smooth surface of the mirror. She watched her own reflection tint yellow and ripple as the liquid began to cover the mirror.
This time she completely emptied herself, the liquid held back by the thick wooden frame of the mirror.
When she was finished, the entire surface of the mirror was under water. It looked beautiful, like a yellow mirror, only traces of the froth created by tiny bubbles swimming on the liquid hinting at the truth.

Zidari traced a finger through the fresh, hot liquid, watching how the line she drew was quickly filled again behind her fingertip.
She brought the wet finger to her lips, sucking on it with a sigh.
Then she kneeled in front of the mirror, her head above it, and drew a line with her tongue through the piss covering its surface, watching her reflection through the yellow liquid.
It tasted so good, and she wanted more and more, quickly beginning to lap at the piss like a cat at her milk.

But then an even better idea crossed her mind.
She sat down on her butt in front of her mirror, and put her naked feet on its wet surface. Again she sighed. The warmth of the liquid felt wonderful on her soles.
Then she raised her foot and grabbed it by the ankle, bringing it to her face.
More fire shot through her crotch.
She had always loved her feet, and one of the things she liked most about them was how the skin of her heels and pads was a slightly darker shade of pink, while the skin of her arches, between heels and pads, was so beautifully milky white. But now it was shimmering yellow from her pee. It was so arousing, she couldn't hold herself back and started licking at her sole.
Relishing the taste of her sweet piss, she completely cleaned her sole with her tongue, then she started sucking her toes between her lips, flicking her tongue around them and into the gaps between them, teasing the warm, soft, and extremely sensitive skin while collecting every last drop of pee from it.

The young elf was in heaven, licking her pissy foot, and dunked it into the hot liquid once more when it was clean, only to start the procedure over, licking and sucking her hot yellow piss from it.
Switching from one foot to the other, only to repeat the whole thing again, she completely lost time, until she noticed that the mirror's surface wasn't completely covered in piss anymore.
Tilting the mirror, she poured the remainder of her honey into her cup.
She drank most of it, but left one final little bit of pee in the cup.

Holding her foot again to her head with one hand, she used the other to pour the final drops of pee onto her sole.
Then, while running her tongue over the whole length of her sole, licking up the sweet yellow piss on it, she rubbed her little clit with her free hand. And mere moments after she had swallowed the final drops of her urine after licking them from her sole, the rush of a beautiful orgasm washed over and through her, making her moan in pleasure with a happy expression on her face while she let herself slide to a lying position on the floor, the final waves of her climax sending sweet shudders through her body.

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.