Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

13

"Gotta pee!" I announce, rolling to my knees, and then groaning loudly at the stiffness I feel in my lower back.

The Overlord looks up at me with mild surprise and amusement.

"Uhhh, are you gonna be okay here?" I ask worriedly.

He nods, so I wave goodbye, and my heels click-clack away from him on the wooden runway, my giant green phallus bobbing left and right due to the speed with which I am walking. I pass many happy couples still pegging on the hoods of sports cars. Their stamina is better than mine.

My need for a toilet is urgent and unexpected, although the doctor did warn me this would soon become a thing. If I could run in heels I would, but I don't think I can, however I quicken my pace all the same. I walk around the stage onto grass, and see the sun as a liquid orange ball resting on the horizon, illuminating the sky, but not the ground.

I return to the bus that Britt had guided me to earlier, and once inside I have to blink my eyes to adjust to the brightly lit pristine lounge. Inside the bus it is quiet, calm, relaxed. I am alone for the first time in a long time, and I don't mind that at all.

I am extremely relieved to finally get to the toilet. I don't bother trying to remove the suit as it would take too long, and it has the crotch cut out anyway. However, after I have wiped and washed my hands, I reevaluate the situation.

The suit feels a bit gross now, especially considering how sweaty I got in it. It was uncomfortable to begin with, but now it is unbearable. I go back to the bedroom, and examine the strap, trying to figure out how to take it off. Eventually it comes free, and I feel the release of great weight drop onto the bed. Then I unpeel the sticky green suit from my body and stash it in the same cupboard my dress had gone in earlier.

My gaze strays to the shower, and I think to myself 'why not?' The water isn't as hot as before, but it's not too bad, so I get all cleaned up, remove my makeup, and reclaim my bathrobe.

Now I'm faced with a dilemma. Should I just wait here for the others? I would be perfectly comfortable here on my own, but that might that be considered anti-social. The Overlord is probably not too comfortable laying on the ground either, he might need help. I had sort of abandoned him in my urgent need of a toilet.

Maybe I'll just go check on him.

I grab a water bottle for each pocket of my robe, and then set out barefoot across the grass, with my long wet hair tied up in a towel on top of my head. The grass is cool beneath my feet, but the dew has not settled yet. On the dance floor I can feel grit on top of the smooth wood flooring, and as I reach the runway I have to avoid used condoms, splashes of lube, and other less savory fluids. Perhaps I should have worn shoes.

The Overlord is where I left him, although he has picked himself up to lean back on his elbows. He appears to have difficulties moving his lower half. I kick the discarded cock cage away from him before I kneel down, proffering a water bottle that I have cracked the seal on.

"Bless you" he says weakly, before taking big gulps from the bottle.

I seat myself upon the grass, trying to angle his back to rest against my chest, and he leans into me, closing his eyes tiredly with a loud sigh.

"Auggie, are you gonna be okay?" I ask worriedly, trying to keep my voice down so only he hears me.

He nods without opening his eyes. I brush my hand over his hair, pulling sweaty strands away from his sticky forehead, and smoothing them back. He smiles, a pleased hum sounds in his throat that echoes in my head.