Sacrilege

Author's Notes: god i love vander!!! also i dont like male alear im sorry hes a goober

His family had served the Divine Dragon and her mother for generations. So, to say that Vander was prepared to do just about anything that Alear asked was an understatement. He had tended to her since he was a young boy. Her room was always immaculately kept. He learned all sorts of recipes and cooking styles so the Divine Dragon would enjoy just about anything he made. He devoured every bit of history and information about her from Lady Lumera so he could get to know her better. Of course, he was also prepared for Alear to never awaken during his tenure as the Thirty-Second Steward of the Divine Dragon.

However, he was not prepared for the Divine Dragon to be such a ravenous beast of a woman.

He had lustful thoughts about the once-sleeping girl. It was blasphemous of him to have them, he imagined. Still, he had them. It was still a horrific shock for the girl to ask him, him of all people, to indulge her. Graciously, he did so. He may have indulged himself as well.

This, however... was something he would have never dreamt of. Not even his most wildest of fantasies. It was something that he wouldn't have come up with himself.

"I beg your pardon, Divine Dragon... Could you repeat that again?" Vander asked.

Alear flushed as she gave a gentle tug to her hair. Her mismatched eyes flickered away from his own blushing face as her lips curled into an awkward smile. "I, ah, I asked if... I asked if you'd mind relieving yourself on me... I'd like you to pee on me, Vander. Please."

He coughed.

Well, who was he to deny such a polite request from his charge? "...Let's... go somewhere more private."

Once making sure that the bathhouse was locked up, Vander helped Alear undress. Her clothes, save for her undergarments, were stripped and neatly folded up. His gloved hands trembled as he pulled out his cock. It throbbed in front of Alear's face. He wasn't hard. Stress and his age kept him from easily getting an erection. Silently, he was glad that he didn't have to urinate while having an erection. Just the thought of it was enough to make shame burn through him. Ignoring the embarrassment that'd come with that, he imagined the mess he'd make. He wasn't a slob. He wasn't a child who didn't know how to aim. He was an old man who had never done anything close to this before.

Alear stared up at him expectantly.

His eyes travelled from her beautiful pair down to her chest. His cock throbbed once again. He huffed. A strange pressure swirled in his groin. It was either his bladder or growing lust.

The paladin was unsure what was worse.

"Please? For me, Vander?"

Another huff escaped the 'older' man.

His eyelids fluttered closed as his hand wrapped around his regretfully stiffening cock. He imagined the divine one creating a 'cup' with her hands in front of her now gaping mouth. A lewd display even outside of this embarrassing context. His knees quaked as he shifted his weight from side to side. Pressure continued to build inside his groin. It grew hotter and hotter until...

He relaxed.

A spurt of hot urine shot across the air and onto Alear's skin. Vander's eyes were still closed but he could hear the distinct sound of liquid hitting flesh. The girl gasped. He imagined the liquid rolling down her curves in golden rivulets. Instinctively, he tried to hold the rest in. This was disgusting. This was so improper. Ill-fitting for a man and woman of their status. Discomfort panged inside his pelvis. He squirmed. He swore he could feel his piss sloshing around inside him.

Another spurt of piss splashed across Alear's rosy skin. He heard her suck in a shaky breath as the air around them grew more foul in stench. A grimace flashed across his grizzled features.

He really shouldn't... but he was asked to do it. Plus, they had already gone so far.

With that, Vander finally let himself relax. His eyes fluttered open and he was greeted with the sight of Alear leaning in towards his cock. The sensation of her warm breath against his wet tip made him shudder. Her neck and chest were wet with his piss. His cock was only half-hard but it was still enough for discomfort to burn through his body.

Finally, he let himself go. A torrent of piss rushed from his tip and splashed across her face. Droplets of amber sprayed off of her and onto the tile below. A sigh of relief escaped the man. Piss sprayed itself across the Divine Dragon, a religious symbol to the people of Elyos. He was desecrating a holy thing.

It disgusted him. It thrilled him.

Alear's moans bounced off the wet tile and echoed throughout the bathhouse. The sound of urine splashing across skin and tile danced with her breathy moans and happy sighs. "Piss in my mouth, Vander!" she cried out.

"I... Alright," he said with a grunt. He clenched his pelvic muscles and halted the torrent of piss for just a moment. He angled himself with her now wide-open mouth and relaxed his bladder. The acrid fluid bounced off Alear's tongue and stained her palate. He bit his lip as he imagined the taste. It wouldn't be pleasant. He knew that much. Yet, Alear seemed to relish in the sensation.

She held the liquid gold in her mouth. The foul fluid circled inside of her and began to froth. The sound of rushing liquid splashing against liquid echoed in the empty bathhouse. Piss trickled down the corners of Alear's gaping mouth. Still, she didn't swallow. She tried to collect every little drop into her slutty, eager mouth.

Eventually, the torrent slowed down to a trickle and then a dribble, and then nothing. With that, Alear gulped down what she kept in her mouth. Then she opened her mouth wide once again and her tongue lolled out.

Vander swallowed as his cock completely sprung to life.

Alear smiled. "I'll help you with that."

He gulped.