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It had been a dark day from the offset. Sharn had left her village before dawn and when the sun awoke it had been a blood red colour, staining the clouds with its tint. There was a chill in the air this morning, a low white mist clinging to the dew wet grass that grew tall and long at this time of year. Pushing her way through the undergrowth she approached the forest, the gaps between the trees still as dark as the night. Pausing at the boundary to the wood Sharn reached to her back and withdrew her long bow. It was stoutly made, handed down through her family through the ages, repaired on many an occasion. She was proud to do its linage justice. At the tender age of eighteen she was the village archery champion, a proud huntswoman granted the title of 'Triltrist' which meant 'true shot'. Not even old enough to have been bedded by a man, the only sex she had known was the fond embraces of her slightly older sister, Kelharn. They shared a small bed in their family hut, the long dark nights of winter made more pleasant by lying end to end with one another, their moist tongues licking away at each others pussy lips. Sharn loved the sensation of kissing her sisters clit, licking her way around the fleshy protuberance before tracing her way downwards, flicking her tongue deeper and deeper into the warm wetness of her vagina. Eventually they would both climax together and fall into a deep peaceful sleep.
The two girls would often bathe together in the large bath made from stone and deer hide. The water for their bath came from the local spring and was warmed in pots over the fire beforehand. When ever the temperature of the bath water started to cool, then the girls would use their own special means of heating it up; parting their pussy lips and pissing into the water around their thighs. This would always set the girls off giggling if their mother was in the room as she would always be oblivious to the naughty going-on in the bath. However, if the girls were alone during their bath then would take it in turns to take naughty little pees into the water, either by perching their nude bums on the rim of the bath before proceeding to send down a little shower of pussy piss, or even worse, they would lie in the water with just the base of their pussies sticking out of the water. When they started to pee, the resulting stream of piss would shoot upwards in a little flowing fountain before pattering down into the bath water.
Just thinking about bathing with her sister was making Sharn desperate to go. Taking a quick look around to make sure she was unobserved she then hiked up the material of her skirt to reveal the dark brown haired triangle of pubic hairs nestled between her legs. With her skirt out of harms way Sharn wasted no more time and started to let out a steaming hot stream of yellow piss which shot out of her pussy lips at the base of her crotch and proceeded to splatter down over the cold earth below. Steam rose from the impact point on the ground where her piss was pattering. The hissing sound of her pee sounded loud in the still morning air and Sharn wondered if this would scare off any potential game nearby. Deciding she best finish her piss as quickly as possible, she squeezed harder watching as the stream of yellow urine flowing out of her body increase in size and distance. Giving a quick shake of her hips from side to side, her bare bum cheeks exposed to the cold air, she played her pee stream over the stems of the nearby grass shoots enjoying the sensation of covering them with her urine. After several more moments of gorgeous relief Sharn finished her morning pee. Allowing her short leather skirt to fall back into place around her muff and bum cheeks, she set off again, pushing past the piss stained grass patch. Within seconds she had plunged into the dark of the woods.
It took Sharn's eyes several seconds to adapt to the gloom. Once she had her vision back she pressed on. Up ahead, barely two hundred paces was an open glade in which a small spring bubbled up from the rocks and fed into a marsh lined pool which the local game would drink from. Stealthy she made her way through the undergrowth. Beneath her bare feet came no sound, a life time of hunting game making her a deadly stalker. She could see the glade now up ahead, shafts of sunlight piecing the gloom of the wood into the open space. 'There, just between those trees on the right,' she told herself as she spotted the large stag. The animal was grazing, its head lowered to the floor below. She was now thirty paces away, an easy shot for one like her. Slowly and without a sound, she released the bow from her back along with a long barbed arrow. Notching the arrow she straightened to her full height, raising the bow as she moved. Pulling back on her bow she revealed the muscular grace of her slender frame; lithe and powerful with strong arms created from yielding her bow since the time of an early child. She pulled back further, the bow line stretched taught. Sighting along the frame she slowed her breathing knowing that the shot must come between breaths for the arrows flight to be true. The killing moment approached. Her concentration total she had but a few seconds to go...
Suddenly, from the distance came the urgent tolling of the village bell. Startled by the sound, Sharn released her hold on the line. The arrow shot forth but leapt skyward as her concentration faltered. 'That sound - the warning that the village was under attack!' Quickly she dashed back through the woods in the direction she had come from, all thoughts of stealth dashed by the urgent sounds of the bell from up ahead. As she burst forth from the tree line she plunged through the tall grass stems and undergrowth not even noticing the damp splashes on her clothes and legs and she moved straight through the patch where she had early taken her pee.
Her feet flew over the ground, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind was filled with dark thoughts of what the bell warning entailed. She had been but a small girl the last time the bell had been struck. At that time, a small raiding party of bandits had come up from the coast where they had landed in their small ramshackle war boat. The villages had fought them off, the wooden barricade encircling the dwellings defence enough against the badly organised bandits. Whilst in her learning years Sharn had been trained both as a huntress and at the same time, as a defender of the village. Her bow was not only a tool for the retrieval of game for food, but also as a weapon of war to defend her tribe.
The village was coming into sight now just over the rise of the hill which led down to the main cattle track that led through the village gates. A thick pall of dark black smoke was rising upwards. As Sharn skidded to a halt on the hill crest she looked down to see the defensive barricade on fire. Her heart lurched as she saw the invaders. The distance was still great but she could easily tell that they were well organised and that they meant business. Near the gates but out of bow shot from the surrounding wooden wall, a party of eight cavalry were circling, occasionally shooting lit arrows of flame in the direction of the main gate which was already on fire. Behind this party waited another group possible thirty strong, stood shoulder to shoulder in a box formation obviously waiting for the gates to fail. Sharn dropped to the ground desperately trying to become one with the earth. She stared intently at the figures below. 'Wait, these were not men,' she thought as she took in the figures in detail. Yes, each figure was indeed a woman down to the very last member of the infantry. Each one seemed to be wearing a strange mix of armour, their chests and backs covered in steel, their legs encased in dark leather. It was the final detail that was puzzling Sharn until with a gasp she realised what it was. Each woman was completely exposed at the groin, both buttocks and pussy exposed naked to the watching world. Even having realised the truth to this strange mixture of armour and nudity, Sharn struggled with the concept. She had never heard of warrior women like these, who covered their breasts with steel but yet willingly exposed their womanhood for all to see. 'Who were these attackers and why had they come to her village?'
From out of the clamour rising up from below and over the tolling bell and the shouts of the villagers came a loud war cry coming from the lead rider. The party of horse mounted warrior women reeled around and formed a rough wedge which suddenly bolted forwards towards the wall of smoke belching from the village gates. They vanished from sight as they plunged into the smoke before a loud crack announced the fall of the gates. Sharn saw them again, bursting forth from the reeling folds of smoke and galloping at full pelt into the village grounds. A new cry arose as the infantry set off at a quick pace which became a run as they neared the broken opening. Sharn marvelled at the women, sunlight reflecting off their steel cheats, flashes of black, brown and blond pubic triangles of the women's pussies as they moved forth. Their formation stayed intact, each woman in perfect line with the women beside her. This spoke of strict martial discipline and once again Sharn was left to wonder at the nature of the attackers.
The sound of battle coming from the village brought her from her wonderings. She could hear the screams of people dying, women wailing as the invaders cut their way further into the village. Sharn tried to rise but fear was keeping her pinned to the earth. She had never been so scared. She was still too young to be called upon to defend her home from the likes of these Amazons. Between her legs a warm damp stain started to spread over the inside of her leather skirt as hot pee leaked from her young pussy with her fear. Shame washed over Sharn as she lay there, pissing herself whilst her friends and family were being slaughtered. The warmth of her escaping pee trickled down her legs shaming her more. Should she ever arise from her coward's viewpoint, what would she look like rushing to the aid of her village with yellow urine running down her legs?
A noise from behind caught her attention; the snort of a horse close behind. Desperately she twisted over in the grass moving onto her back, bow and arrow quill digging deep into her flesh. Two Amazon women on horseback came into her vision. How they had approached so close without a sound before now was miraculous. Sharn's gaze was instantly drawn to the first woman. She was a resplendent red head, both tall and beautiful. Her long red strands fell over her polished armour which was stunningly crafted. The woman's armoured breasts were covered in steel with large caps representing her nipples hidden below. This warrior was different in so much that her leggings were also encased in steel, polished so bright that they were painful to stare at in the increasing morning sunlight. The saddle hid the woman's pussy from sight but Sharn could easily tell that she too was not wearing anything around her crotch by the hue of creamy white skin exposed at the base of her chest armour.
The woman said something to her companion in a strange tongue, her eyes never leaving the form of Sharn in the grass below. Sharn couldn't understand the words, as they were spoken fast and flowed instantly from one into the next. She couldn't tell if this was a question directed at her or a comment made to the warrior on the second horse. Sharn glanced over. Unlike the first warrior woman who rode a tall white stead, this Amazon sat on a tan beast. Although her armour was not as splendid as her companions, was still a worthy looking woman. Golden blond hair, cut short to her creamy white neck, bright blue eyes staring harshly in her direction. Sharn did not dare look downwards to see if this woman was too naked at her crotch.
The first woman spoke again. This woman was the leader. Sharn was sure of it now. Her tone and manner indicated authority. Her eyes were brown and cold, the look of a killer. Sharn remembered her village below, the sounds of the dying still in the air. Resolve took her. She wouldn't die on the earth like some worthless worm. If she was to die at the hands of these stunning Amazon women with their perfect looks, polished armour and reckless nudity, then she would die with in a bow in her hands. With speed that amazed even her Sharn leapt from the ground her hands reaching to the bow on her back. In one fluid motion she released it and brought it round in one fluid motion. Her spare hand had found her supply of arrows at the same time and as her bow and arrow came together she was already raising her aim, pulling the bow string taunt as she made ready to let fly.
With amazing dexterity the second blond haired warrior leapt from her saddle, hitting the ground and was on her feet in moments. Sharn caught a brief glimpse of the woman's triangle of blond pubic hairs nestled between creamy white thighs before the warrior's sword blade swatted her bow from her hand. A blow to the head sent Sharn reeling back to the ground as the warrior woman followed up with a strike with the back of her hand. Sharn felt the tears welling in her eyes from the smarting pain of the blow whilst the first women with the red hair and cold eyes slowly dismounted from her horse. The blond warrior grabbed Sharn by the hair and roughly twisted her over onto her stomach and onto the cold damp ground. Then she felt the weight of the warrior leader as she descended over her. A knee was pushed harshly into her back a cold steel blade appeared at Sharn's throat close enough to gently brush the surface of her skin.
Sharn felt the terror rise in her again. She was going to die and it would be here and now. Once again she felt the warm sensation around her crotch as she peed herself with fear. Suddenly a new warm wet sensation appeared, pattering over the back of her head. It took Sharn several seconds to realise what was happening whilst every moment the wet sensation increased in force soaking through her hair. It was a hot damp flow passing over the back of her neck and into the rear of her tunic. 'She's pissing all over me,' said Sharn's mind in disbelief. The warm flow continued to emanate through her hair the force of the stream strong against the back of her head. Warm trails of piss were flowing down her back soaking her tunic before reaching her waist where it ran around her skin and dripped to the earth.
Sharn lay quite still whilst the warrior woman relieved herself over the rear of her head and back. Sharn could hear the loud hissing the woman's pee made as it squirted forth out of her slits before shooting through the air to spray into her hair which was now sodden with warm pee. Her own ragged breathing seemed somehow distant as if somebody else was breathing for her. All she could feel was the unceasing flow of piss spraying over the back of her head and flowing down her back. The warmth was wonderful, the shame of it unbelievable. Could anybody in the village witness this event if they weren't too busy dying? What would they think to look up at the hill and see this warrior leader busily relieving herself over the young huntress who had not even managed to release a single shot?
The impact point of the woman's pee on the back of her head was diminishing now. The warm trail of piss flowing down her back reducing as the flow of urine ceased. The cold blade which had been at her throat all the time the woman had been relieving herself suddenly vanished. She felt the woman stand up and move away. Sharn just lay in the grass covered in the woman's piss. She was utterly spent, the shame of being used as a toilet by this woman stealing her energy. Dimly she wondered what would happen next when suddenly she felt the feet of the second woman coming to stand on either side of her waist. She nearly cried out loud when her skirt was suddenly flicked upwards exposing her wide peach like bum cheeks to the open air. Fear made her bit her tongue, painfully so, drawing blood. Then a new familiar sensation arrived, this time pattering over her bare bum as the blond warrior started her piss. From above Sharn's buttocks, a thick twisting steam of hot pee was flowing out of the blond woman's pussy. It fell downwards in a twisting fountain to land over Sharn's exposed bum, running over her curved cheeks, off to the sides and between the groove and over her bum hole, soaking the hairs of her own pussy with this woman's urine.
Once again Sharn was used as a receptacle for a warrior woman's piss, her body being subjected to a hot flow of running urine whilst the woman peed all over her. The woman had taken a step forwards bring her fountain of flowing piss to land over the back of Sharn's tunic. Now Sharn was having her back pissed over, this time having hot pee run over the back of her tunic instead of over her skin underneath. This woman's toilet lasted another couple of seconds. She finished with one long burst of piss which shot from her pussy lips and fell just shot of Sharn's neck.
Sharn lay in the piss stained dirt not daring to move. 'What now' she wondered. Maybe they would bring up the rest of the troops and one by one they would squat down over her naked body and subject her to a shower of pee. Maybe they would just abandon her here, a piss stained tribute to the horror they had delivered to the village.' Strong hands grabbed her and pulled her roughly to her feet. Blinking pee out of her eyes from where it had run round the back of her head during the first woman's piss, Sharn tried to focus. With a shock she realised that the Amazon leader who had pulled her up, was completely devoid of hair around her pussy lips. Sharn gazed in wonder at the sight of the tight slit of the woman's pussy, her clit clearly visible at the top. In her village no woman would ever shave her muff and yet here was this powerful woman clearly showing off her naked pussy lips for the entire world to see.
Sharn was pulled from her musings by sharp foreign words obviously spoken for her benefit. She tried to reply, to state that she didn't understand, but as she opened her mouth she suddenly tasted the piss on her lips, salty and strange to her taste buds. Roughly, the warrior leader threw Sharn in the direction of the second warrior who caught her and forced her to stand straight whilst she tried her hands together with a strong thin rope. Head hung low Sharn stared at the woman's pussy, the blond triangle of pubic hairs which only recently had been squirting her body with a shower of hot pee. After securing her hands the blond warrior roughly turned Sharn around and all vision was lost as she then tied a blind around Sharn's eyes. The next thing she knew, her clothes were being roughly stripped from her skin exposing her nudity to her foes. Now naked she was pushed forwards roughly being held on one shoulder to steer her down the hill. The reek of burning wood and the smell of charcoaled flesh filled the air. Sharn wondered in abject misery how many still lived in her village. At least with her clothes removed it may not be obvious to any survivors as to what had happened on the hill.
Her mouth was still filled with the sharp tang of piss and her skin was beginning to chill as the damp stains on her flesh began to dry. Standing shivering in the cold air she waited in darkness straining to make out the various sounds around her. Not once did she hear a familiar voice only the strange language of these warrior women who had sowed their seed of destruction on her village. Eventually a new pair of strong female hands grabbed her and helped her roughly on to the back of a horse. Seconds later she was joined by a warrior behind her. The cold of her armour stole the last of the warmth from her bare skin, the hardened steel nipples of the woman's upper armour pressing cruelly into her back. In contrast, Sharn's bare bum cheeks were suddenly warmed as the woman pressed up closely in the saddle next to her. Sharn could clearly feel the woman's pubic hairs of her pussy pressed up against her backside. Suddenly an order was barked out and Sharn recognising the leader's strong voice. The horse she was mounted upon turned and started a brisk walk. From the sound around her, Sharn realised that they were not alone and that the Amazon women were leaving. Behind her came the low howl of a village dog and Sharn realised that this creature may be the only thing left alive in her village. Breaking down in both shame and loss she started to cry. The woman in the saddle behind her offered no comfort, only a hard grasp to stop her from falling from their mount.
The rest of the day passed in misery for Sharn. Pressed up in the front of the saddle with her tall warrior guardian behind her, she felt cold, cramped and in a dull state of shock at the loss of her family and friends. The fact that the warrior woman's armoured steel nipples constantly bit into the flesh of her bare back was not helping matters. She was too numb now to even cry. The only warmth apart from the feeble rays of the autumn sun was coming from the pubic patch of her guardian's pussy, pressed up tight against Sharn's bare bum cheeks. She nearly cried out loud when the woman, without warning, suddenly started to urinate. A hot wet stream of piss squirted out of the woman's pussy lips and sprayed over Sharn"s bare skin, running between into the groove between her buttocks, past her bum hole to her waiting pussy which immediately became drenched in the other woman's pee. Sharn couldn't help herself and within seconds she was taking a piss of her own; her pussy lips parting to allow her young pee hole to squirt out a similar flow of hot yellow, flowing out onto the leather saddle. Still being blindfolded she had no idea if anybody could witness her shame, let alone if the woman behind her who was still pissing over her bum had noticed the second stream of yellow pee being done over the horse's back. The force of the pee stream squirting over her bare buttocks slowly began to diminish as the Amazon warrior finished her leak. Sharn desperately forced closed her own pee flaps shut even though she was still bursting to go.
They had now been on the road for hours now, the mounted troop moving in silence except for the sounds of horse hooves on the earth below. Miserably Sharn wondered if there were infantry walking behind them or if the troops were still back at her village finishing off their slaughter. Suddenly a cry in a foreign tongue came from up a head. Sharn tilted her head trying to recognise the voice. Was this the same red headed warrior who had first peed over her earlier in the day? Sharn recalled the cold beauty of the woman. Her fiery red headed mane of hair, falling past creamy white skin, intense brown eyes and most of all, the patch of bare flesh at the woman's waist, her beautifully shaved pussy lips with her clit protruding at the top.
The horse she was mounted upon came to an abrupt halt and Sharn would have fallen from her mount had the woman behind her not caught her and roughly pulled her back. Moments later a second strong pair of hands grabbed her from below and hoisted Sharn from her perch and lowered her to the ground. A fumbling at the back of her head signalled the release of her blindfold. Blinking in the light Sharn took in her surroundings. They had come to stop in a leafy glade, sunlight streaming in through the green canopy above. Birds sang their song in the afternoon breeze and off to the right came the gentle sound of running water.
Around her the rest of the warrior women were dismounting. Their patches of pubic hair nestled between their exposed legs catching Sharn"s attention once again. She had not realized before but all of warrior women stood several hands height above her. Each woman was stunningly beautiful. As a group they were a complete mixture of different skin tones, from creamy white to dark brown. Most warriors wore helmets obscuring their hair but when Sharn was not too busy taking in the sight of the various pussies on display, she noticed that each woman had a most piercing stare, as if their eyes were backlit from behind. She shivered and this time not from the chill of the day. A sharp push to her back brought her out of her trance and she staggered forwards. Strong hands grabbed her arms from behind and the rag that had been her blindfold was reused, this time to bind her hands. Once bound she was made to kneel down facing a tall oak tree her vision now one solely of mottled bark. It was then no surprise to suddenly feel a new hot stream of piss shooting into her hair as the woman who had led her here began to use her as a toilet.
The warm strong gushing stream of the woman's urine played through Sharn's rough brown hair and washed over her skin underneath. If nothing else the warmth of having piss run down her back was warming her up, although Sharn was feeling the now familiar feeling of humility and shame as she was used as a latrine. The spray of urine squirting over her hair and back soon started to diminish before stopping entirely. Sharn had thought the woman had finished but then came two last hard squirts of pee leaping from the woman's uncovered pussy and playing down over Sharn's back.
Sharn felt the woman move away and decided now was probably the best time for her to relive the rest of her own pent up piss. Parting her legs Sharn allowed the burning sensation in her bladder to race its way down to waiting pussy. Within seconds she was sending a spraying torrent of hot pee over the grassy ground between her legs. She was so absorbed with watching herself urinate over the earth, enjoying the sensation of relief whilst she emptied her bladder, that she did not notice the presence standing beside her until it was too late. Sharn"s head spun round as she suddenly realised that she was not alone. A young girl roughly the same age as Sharn, was intently watching her pee. Unlike the warriors this girl wore no armour and was dressed instead in dark brown leggings and matching tunic. The most obvious difference was that instead of being naked around the crotch, this girl's pubic regions was hidden from sight whilst her large firm breasts were exposed, her tunic top being cut perfectly to expose her assets.
Sharn stared at the girls breasts. She had never seen such a well endowed girl; her tits were fantastically large but yet perfectly portioned to the girls frame. Rose bud nipples capped the girl's breasts, fully erect and pointed proudly outwards. Suddenly Sharn realised that she was still relieving herself, her golden pussy shower squirting out of her parted pussy lips. She started to blush, looking up to the girl's face to see her watching expression. She had bright blue eyes and a beautiful mane of long flowing blond hair. Unlike the warrior women around them her face held no expression of cruelty only one of profound interest as she watched Sharn's golden stream flowing over the grass. Sharn saw no sense in stopping so she continued peeing, her urine shower flowing out of her muff until falling away as she completed her pee.
The girl spoke for the first time as Sharn's toilet came to an end.
"I can see why they chose you" she said in a soft gentle voice. Startled by the girl speaking in a language she understood, Sharn remained dumb. The girl was obviously not of local stock. Sharn had never seen such golden hair before and the girl's skin was too light in shade to herald from a village of the Telhirst.
"My name is Felquest" she continued giving Sharn a charming smile. "You have a lovely pussy".
Sharn was shocked. Village girls never gave complements on each other's pubic properties, but there again they never watched you while you peed either.
"What is your name?" the girl asked not perturbed by Sharn's continuing silence.
Sharn stole another quick look at the girl's ample bosom before replying in a whisper, Sharn."
"Sharn. That is a pretty name." Another smile and Sharn felt herself warming to this new stranger.
"Well Sharn I have been assigned as your guardian. Until a member of the Felkadakarin claims you as her own, I will be your tutor in the ways of our clan."
The last comment caught Sharn's attention. This girl was one of them! She started to speak, words blurting out before she could collect her thoughts.
'There was so much she needed to know. Why had all this happened? Why had she been spared when the rest of her village had been butchered? What was going to happen to here? Who were they women and why did they expose their vaginas for all to see?'
"Quiet!" urged Felquest. "All in good time. Now it is important that you remain quiet and do not draw attention to us. Here, let me free your hands".
The blond girl moved out of sight behind Sharn and she felt gentle fingers freeing her bonds. As her hands became free Sharn brought them round to her front and started to massage the blood back into them. A soft touch on her shoulder caused her to look up and see Felquest waiting for here, her large breasts once again drawing Sharn's attention. Her own, much smaller breasts felt meagre in comparison. She felt a deep shame to be in the company of such a stunning beauty when her own nakedness was on display, her hair and back covered in splotches of piss where the warrior women had urinated over her.
Managing to gain her feet Sharn followed Felquest through the light foliage down to the river she had heard earlier. On the embankment Felquest gave her one of her reassuring smiles and motioned for Sharn to enter the water, obviously meaning for Sharn to clean herself. She obliged plunging into the waist deep water, the shocking cold numbing her senses. Felquest giggled at Sharn's obvious distress.
"Hurry," she urged. "We don't have too much time."
Sharn tried to oblige. The water was freezing. Nevertheless she started to wash, desperately scrubbing her back and mangled brown hair in an attempt to remove all trace of the urine. Noises from upstream caused Sharn to look up. Just around a slight bend in the stream she could clearly see the forms of a small group of the Amazon warriors. The women were in the process of disrobing, steel armour and pieces of leather clothing falling to the grassy bank. As the women became nude Sharn gasped at their regal beauty. Long muscular legs rose to perfectly formed buttocks, strong backs, and ample breasts. There was a variety of hair colours on display, brown, blond and jet black but no sign of the fiery red of their leader. Sharn had no idea why she yearned to see that woman again. Maybe it was because she had been the first to pee all over her or maybe because of her shaved pussy which had so entranced Sharn when she had first seen it.
A dark skinned woman had started to pee whilst still stood on the bank. The woman's shower of golden piss cascaded down to the ground below in a strong flowing stream. As Sharn watched on, another woman took the opportunity to take a piss. From behind, a thick golden stream of flowing urine suddenly appeared under the groove of her peach like bum cheeks, falling between the space in her legs and down to the earth below.
'Did all these women pee standing up?' Sharn wondered. If nothing else it was a relief to see them peeing in the open without them coming looking for her to use as a receptacle for their toilet.
"Sharn. Quickly they must not see you whilst they are urinating. They would kill you for sure."
Sharn took her eyes from the sight of the two pissing beauties upstream.
"Come back up here before you are seen," Felquest urged desperately.
Wondering why it was so important that she was not caught witnessing the sight of these women peeing, Sharn scrambled back up onto the bank, panting with both the effort and the receding chill as she exited the water's cold embrace. Felquest pushed her into a crouch with gentle but yet firm hands, and motioned for her to follow her to the nearby bushes. Peering through the foliage Sharn was able once again to spy on the Amazons. The first woman had finished her leak and had joined her companions in the river but the brown woman was still pissing strongly over the ground at her feet. The woman was still stood with her back to the watching girls seemed to oblivious to the fact that onlookers were intently watching her as she relieved herself. At the base of her bum was still the thick golden stream as the woman pissed strongly out of her pussy lips. As the seconds passed the stream of piss leaving the woman's crotch began to diminish until it vanished from sight. Having finished her relief the brown warrior woman dropped off the side of the river bank and into the river water. Sharn caught a quick look of the woman's large breasts as she plunged into the river. She realized now that she actually getting quite horny, the sight of such much naked flesh exciting her in spite of all that had occurred.
She stole another good look at Felquest's exposed tits and wondered what this girl's pussy would taste like if she had the opportunity to place her tongue between her lower lips. Felquest was still peering through the bushes and seemed obviously to Sharn's wandering gaze which was now centred on her crotch. The idea of licking this blond girl's pussy was now firmly lodged in Sharn's mind along with the thought of playing her moist tongue over those incredible breasts. Suddenly she became aware of Felquest's gaze and quickly met it, her face blushing with embarrassment.
"Oh Sharn, you have so much to learn," she sighed. "However I too need to go so try and control your urges for now whilst I pee. I have no desire to hurt you but I will should you try and touch my body whilst I am disrobed. With that she stood up and reached down to the cord around her waist. Undoing it, she quickly slid her leggings down her bare legs exposing in the process the triangular shaped mass of blond pubic hairs nestled between her thighs. Felquest then squatted down over the ground she spread her legs wide giving Sharn a perfect view at her pussy lips and her little clit poking out at the top. Within seconds Felquest began to pee. Her pussy flaps parted and a thick stream of yellow piss shot out and formed a flowing golden arch which pattered over the grass stems below. Sharn bit her lip to help her stay her hand from entering into Felquest's flowing piss stream. The flowing honey coloured shower of urine looked so beautiful as it flowed out of the blond girl's pussy. The pee stream played over the ground dancing between grass steams and the brown soil, making a gentle pattering sound as it fell. Felquest's pussy look every bit as good as Sharn had imagined, the slit between her legs a perfect receptacle for her tongue. Felquest also had an exquisite bum with large firm cheeks which she so would love to hold in her hands whilst she buried her head in the blond girl's pussy.
The slow diminish of Felquest's piss shower over the earth brought Sharn out of her fantasy. At last her pussy lips closed sealing off her pee and she stood to dress whilst Sharn watched with great disappointment as her pussy vanished from sight under her leggings.
"Now you have seen me pee as well," Felquest said tying the cord around her waist. "This does not make us equals however and I expect you to follow my commands when I give them."
"And if I don't?" said Sharn defiantly.
"Then the warriors will kill you," sighed Felquest. "I wish for us to be friends. You have a lovely body and it would be a shame to see it split asunder by Fawn's rage."
Remembering she was still naked and in no position to offer resistance, Sharn meekly asked "Who is Fawn?"
"She is the leader of the party. The warrior with the blood red hair, but come, I have said too much for now. I must get you back and ready for the journey to Fel Jardine". She motioned a finger to her lips to signal silence and then motioned for Sharn to follow her back up the slight incline and into the clearing.
Sharn was surprised to find that a large cart had arrived during their time down by the river. Two large brown mares pulled the carriage which had steep wooden walls and mounted iron rails stretched in an arc, side to side. She felt her heart go heavy again. This was a prison transport. She followed Felquest around its side and obediently climbed up the short ladder at the back and into the cage. Felquest followed her in and motioned for her to sit down on the straw covered flooring. The blond girl then joined her, sitting down opposite. With a lurch the cart started to move. Felquest said nothing seeming to be lost in a far away trance which seemed to involve staring intently at Sharn's naked body. She flinched under the scrutiny once again wishing she had been endowed with larger breasts to equal Felquest's exposed tits. A soft clink in the straw beside made her turn to discover an earth jar and jug beside her. Inside were clean water and a piece of fresh bread, along with a block of cheese. Grabbing them eagerly, Sharn set about filling her belly, glad of a distraction from Felquest's gaze.
The cart moved on, bumping from time to time over rocks on the dirt track. The wooden sides to the cart were too high for Sharn to see the outside world but she knew she was already too lost to know the way. In the distance a peel of thunder heralded the oncoming of an autumn storm. Sharn looked up at the darkening skies and shivered at the thought of the coming rain. As a huntress for her village she was a hardy girl, but she dreaded the cold lashings of the mountain's rains upon her bare skin. She looked back to Felquest but the blond girl had now fallen asleep. All thoughts of sexual intercourse with this girl had now faded from her mind replaced by the more pressing concern to escape hyperthermia from the coming storm. Standing as best she could with the low ceiling of bars she made her way to the front of the cart scanning the thick straw covering for anything that may be of use as a cover. Her relief was palpable as at the far wall she discovered a large and somewhat dirty covering possibly intended at one time to wrap over the framework of bars overhead. Now too threadbare to cover the entire length of the prison transport it had been abandoned here instead. Lifting it up Sharn clambered in, pulling the course fabric around her bare skin. This was just in time as the first splotches of rain started to land on the straw floor. With moments the weather had turned completely and thick cold rain drops began to hammer down from the grey skies overhead.
Felquest woke with a start and looked around and then up with a startled expression. Seeing Sharn bundled in the cloth at the top end of the cart she scrambled up and quickly made her way to join her. Without a word she lifted up the edge of the cloth and entered beneath its relative safety sitting down next to the shivering form of Sharn. The girls sat without a word as the rain increased in its fury, hammering down on the wooden prison transport with a vengeance. The outside world had vanished from sight obscured by a wall of grey rain. The temperature had plummeted with the downpour and Sharn was shivering uncontrollably. Felquest must have noticed her distress as she moved closer to her and placed a warm arm around her shoulder drawing her closer. Sharn was all too grateful for the comfort and warmth Felquest offered and put her own arms around the other girl's chest drawing her as close as possible feeling the warmth emanating from her large exposed breasts. Sharn felt safe in this embrace, slowly starting to warm again. She was still shivering and Felquest was running a hand through her hair muttering soothing words as if to a small child.
Sharn stared at the rose bud nipple, hard and exposed only a small distance away from her waiting mouth. Slowly Sharn started to kiss Felquest's left breast enjoying the warmth coming from her skin. Felquest made no move to stop her so she continued edging closer and closer to the waiting nipple. Then it was inside her mouth, her tongue licking urgently around the hard protuberance. Her left hand moved up from around Felquest's waist and cupped her right breast, fingers tracing over the skin to caress the second nipple. Felquest let out a soft moan just audible above the pattering rain. The hand in Sharn's hair continued to play with her strands but this time with more urgency. Sharn continued to lick the nipple in her mouth, tasting its flavour with her tongue, tracing its shape over and over again. Her right hand was firmly squeezed around Felquest's right tit, squeezing, contracting and squeezing again her actions becoming more and more intense. With a start she realized that Felquest had moved her spare hand down to her waist and was now buried in the crotch of her leggings and Sharn realized that she busily playing with herself, her fingers plying in and out of her moist vagina.
Coming up for air Sharn let go of the nipple in her mouth. Within seconds Felquest's lips had found hers and deep and passionate kiss followed. Sharn realised her hold on Felquest's right breast and traced her way urgently down the girl's body seeking her pussy. Within moments she found her target and she replaced Felquest's plunging fingers with her own. Her pussy was lovely and tight, moist and slippery wet. The feeling of sliding her two longest fingers in and out of this lovely pussy was gorgeous and it took a moment to realise that Felquest's straying hand had found her own pussy lips. She let out a groan of ecstasy between kisses as Felquest started to return the favour of being fingered.
The two girls tossed and turned in the sodden cloth, the outside world forgotten about as they gave each other pleasure. Their kisses grew more passionate, tongue licking over tongue and their excitement rose. Their tits rose on fell on their partners exposed chest, nipple rubbing over nipple as they caressed. Between each girl's legs the fire of ecstasy continued to well, wet fingers thrusting in and out of their partner's vagina as they pumped away. Then it was over. A wave of pure enjoyment and sexual relief spread from Sharn's groin as she climaxed. Her breathing ragged her lips parted from Felquest's mouth and she breathed deeply of the damp air around her. Her chest was pounding, her small breasts rising and falling as she gasped for air. Beneath her Felquest had reached her own orgasm and was lost in an internal world of pleasure. Never had Sharn experienced such a deep sexual satisfaction. The years spent screwing her sister seemed meaningless in comparison. Bending down she gave Felquest another kiss, this time one of gratitude instead of pleasure. She could taste the salt of her partner's sweat upon her lips, a shear delicacy. Seconds later she lapsed exhausted into a deep sleep. Meanwhile the cart continued its journey onwards through the driving rain, to the unknown destination that was Fel Jardine.