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On their final day on board The Lyric, Maud woke up next to Violet, which was still a new and exciting experience for her. It was early, the light drifting through the small porthole grey and feeble. Everything is going to change today, thought Maud drowsily, gazing at Violet's face, softened with sleep, her long blonde hair tied in a loose plait. Everything already had changed in the brief span of time she'd known Violet Debenham, though, and so Maud wasn't too afraid of it changing again. She supposed that was just a fact of life, that things were forever bound to keep changing just at the moment when you thought you understood them.
Violet's breath was slow and steady, still deep in the depths of sleep, but Maud was impatient. She coughed, and then when that didn't rouse Violet, she slid closer, putting a hand on her hip so that they lay breast to breast, and kissed her. Violet's eyes flew open and for a second she looked startled, but rapidly realized it was Maud and put an arm around her rather than pulling away. "You're terrible," she murmured. "What about my beauty rest?"
"You've had plenty," Maud told her, squirming against her in a hint about what she wanted. "And we're going to have to be up soon anyway to pack and get ready to disembark."
"Oh, well, in that case, we probably don't have time for anything..." Violet began, putting on a resigned and sober tone that didn't match the twinkle in her eyes, just before rolling Maud onto her back and pinning her down by her wrists. Maud giggled, not struggling in the slightest, and craned her neck up to kiss Violet again.
"I'm going to have to let go of you if we're going to continue," Violet said when they broke apart. "But just hold on a moment..." Releasing Maud, she quickly cradled a spell and Maud felt as though her hands were full of lead weights, heavy and impossible to move. "There," Violet said, satisfied, and moved to tug her nightgown off. She was slender and pale and glorious. Maud thought she would never get tired of looking at her, no matter that they would eventually, someday, get older and softer and more wrinkled. Everything changes, she thought again, and it felt like a promise full of potential, not something to fear.
Only her hands were held fast, so it was easy enough for Violet to help hitch up her nightgown around her armpits, leaving her bare and exposed. Maud lifted her hips and wriggled in eager anticipation as Violet ran her hands over the warm skin of her thighs. It was then that she realized she had made one small, strategic error - it was morning, and she hadn't been to the toilet yet.
"Violet," she gasped, just as Violet pressed the heel of her hand against Maud's cunt. The pressure was suddenly, intensely urgent. "Violet, I need to..."
"Need to what, darling?" Violet said sweetly, moving her wrist in small circles. Maud's clit pulsed furiously under her touch. "Need to come? That much is obvious."
"N-no," Maud stammered, blushing. She felt awkward interrupting things for something so silly. She should have gone before waking Violet up. Would Violet be annoyed at her for making her remove the spell on her hands and wait for Maud to run to the water closet and back? But it wasn't as though she could simply stop herself from having to go. "I need to make water," she whispered, ashamed.
Violet raised her eyebrows. "So refined and delicate, Miss Blyth! You mean you need to take a piss?"
Maud's blush spread up to her ears and down to her collarbones. Violet could be crude and vulgar in ways that she often envied but struggled to emulate. "Yes," she said under her breath.
A wicked look spread over Violet's face. "Too bad."
"What?" Maud did struggle now, finding her hands still immobilized against the bed. It hadn't occurred to her that she might admit her need and be denied.
"You heard me," Violet told her, bending low to murmur in her ear. "You don't get to go to the toilet. Not until I'm finished with you." She moved her fingers into Maud's slit, probing inside her, and Maud whimpered, more desperately now. She clenched everything tight, trying to avoid making a mess, but Violet was deliberately tormenting her now. With her free hand she palmed Maud's lower belly and leaned. Maud felt a sudden gush of warmth and squealed, unable to hold it all back, although she managed to somehow regain control of her bladder before complete disaster.
"Oh, look at that," Violet said sweetly, lifting her weight to take the pressure off for a moment. Her fingers were deep inside Maud now, teasing against her inner walls in a way that made her absolutely frantic. "What a naughty girl you are, making such a mess..."
"Please," Maud whined, legs trembling. "Please don't make me..."
Violet gave a little trill of laughter, as her thumb worked against Maud's clit in slow circles. "Darling, would I do something like that?"
Maud very much thought she would. The idea was simultaneously shameful and arousing, infuriating and titillating. Her head was spinning and she could barely breathe, she was concentrating so hard on not wetting the bed, even as Violet seemed determined to make her do so. The ache in her belly felt like a warmed brick, heavy and hot, and she was shaking with the effort of holding it back.
The thought occurred to Maud then, just as she was ready to burst into tears and demand to be released, that if she did make a mess, Violet could surely clean it up with the help of her magic. And perhaps, after all, that was what Violet wanted. After all, she was frigging Maud's clit faster now. "You must need it, darling," she was saying, "so why don't you just come for me and then you can take that piss you want sooooo badly..." She didn't seem disgusted - she seemed playful, smiling, teasing as ever but not disgusted.
Maud's hips twitched involuntarily. She knew without a doubt that if she came, she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. Any semblance of self-control would be abandoned, and she would soak the sheets, the mattress, and no doubt Violet's fingers into the bargain. But that thought was starting to seem more and more appealing to her. Maybe she was losing her mind, she thought, being corrupted by Violet's lack of petty things like 'morals' and 'inhibitions'. Maud found she quite liked that idea. She ground her cunt hungrily against Violet's hand and came in a rush, sparks bursting behind her eyelids in a shower of red and gold and black.
As soon as she was on the other side of the climax, Maud let herself go slack and loose, giving up any attempt at holding back. Urine gushed forth in stuttering bursts from her still-pulsing cunt. Violet didn't move her hand away, but kept stroking her soaking folds, murmuring endearments. "Good girl, Maud, there you go," she said, and "let it all out for me, that's right." Maud was overwhelmed at how incredible the relief flooding through her felt - nearly as good as her orgasm, and lasting longer. The bed beneath her was soon wet and warm and there was a distinct aroma filling the cabin's air that was unmistakable. Maud probably should have felt embarrassed, but she no longer cared, because Violet was leaning down again to kiss her as the last few trickles of piss spurted from her aching cunt.
Things would change, she thought dreamily, after Violet cradled a spell to clean things up and came back to cuddle her close, stroking her hair and helping calm her fizzing nerves - she would change, and Violet would change, and the world would change around them, but that just meant that they would keep on discovering new things about one another, and about the world, for the rest of their lives. Maud could live quite contentedly with that.