I Married A Dragon (Prime Mating Agency)(12)

Although confused by the term, he was surprisingly alert for someone who had just been abruptly awakened by a punch in the kidney.

“I need to relieve my bladder,” I explained.

“Relieve your…? Oh! You have to urinate! Yes, I’ve read of human physiological needs.”

Without missing a beat, Cedros got up, lifting me at the same time, and flapped his wings, flying the short distance to the wide set of doors on the left side of the bedroom’s entrance. To my surprise, the doors parted long before we were close enough for any kind of motion detector to kick into action.

Once again, the view from the room took my breath away. Like in the bedroom, giant reflective windows covered most of the walls, giving us a stunning view of the outside world. As there was no visible land in this section of the house, it felt as if we were floating in the clouds.

The room possessed a humongous shower area in a slightly recessed circle taking most of the space. On the left side, in the only section of proper wall instead of windows, a large toilet sat close to a floating sink. It didn’t have a backrest or water tank, but had two square pillars on each side. The design accounted for sufficient space behind it to accommodate a Derakeen’s tail. However, the hole looked wide enough that I could probably fall into it if I didn’t take care. Freakier still, there wasn’t any water inside it, but a dark void that had me instantly wondering if it wouldn’t try to suck me in like a wormhole.

But such wandering thoughts had to take a backseat. As soon as Cedros put me back on my feet, I squeezed my legs shut as the urgent need to pee came back with a vengeance. It was like my bladder knew that liberation was imminent, and it just couldn’t wait anymore.

“Thanks,” I said to Cedros, my voice strained from the effort.

He beamed at me, his hand still resting on the small of my back as he looked at me expectantly. I stared, wondering what he was waiting for, and he just stared right back at me. I blinked, thinking to myself he couldn’t possibly expect me to pee in front of him. He frowned, looking just as confused.

“You just have to lower your bottom undies and sit to relieve yourself. I will hold you so you don’t fall in,” he finally explained, as if he was addressing a clueless child.

“I know how to use a toilet,” I said, dismayed. “But I need you to leave now. I’m not peeing in front of you.”

“Why not?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.

“Because it’s not done. This is something we do in private!”

“But it’s a natural function that—”

“CEDROS! I really need to pee right now, and you’re keeping me from relieving myself. Please, JUST GO!”

If my bladder wasn’t torturing me right now, I’d feel bad about the hurt look on his face, which he quickly hid before clearing his throat.

“Very well. Please, be careful not to fall in. The hole is wide. You will find silk paper in the casing next to the waste seat. Just press your hand on top,” Cedros said in a chastised voice, pointing at the pillar left of the toilet.

Without waiting for my response, he turned around and left, his shoulders and tail stiff.

Guilt gnawed at my insides. He was just trying to take care of me. I’d apologize and explain later after I’d taken care of my little problem.

But now that the door had closed, my bladder became an even greater bitch. Each time I tried to spread my legs to lower my boxer shorts, it threatened to let go right there and then. Grinding my teeth, I dealt with a few false starts before deciding on a course of action. Positioning myself right above the toilet, I slid the waist of my boxers as low on my hips as possible without spreading my legs, then I swiftly yanked them down while sitting on the toilet.

Niagara Falls instantly shot out of me. I yelped while trying to hold on to the right pillar to keep from falling in. I closed my eyes and a blissful moan escaped me at the utter relief. Who would have thought peeing could be such an orgasmic experience?

It went on… and on… and on. The absence of the sound of my urine hitting water inside the bowl disturbed the heck out of me. Naturally, my stupid mind—with my twelve-year-old humor—started imagining where all of this was going. A very vivid image of a poor group of Derakeens traipsing through the void, suddenly getting drenched by an unexpected golden shower, popped into my mind. I snickered at the same time I flinched at that visual. Obviously, the Derakeens would have a smarter system than that. I’d have to ask Cedros how it all worked.

As I was finally finishing relieving myself, I tapped the top of the stone pillar on my left. A lid folded open, revealing a thick stack of what at first glance looked like tissue paper. I picked one up, and my lips immediately parted in shock. The damn thing was so soft and silky, I actually wondered if Cedros had literally meant that this ‘paper’ was made out of silk. It felt like a crime to use this to wipe myself with, but it indeed appeared to be tissue paper.

I grabbed a couple to take care of business, but never got around to it. Just as I was about to do so, a gushing sound resonated behind me. Half a second later, I felt as if I’d just been kicked in the ass. A powerful blast of water slammed into me, propelling me forward. I shouted in shock and fear before landing flat on my stomach a meter away.

“Kaida!”

Cedros’s muffled voice, filled with concern, reached me through the closed door right before it slid open. He rushed in, his jaw dropping at the sight of me. I lay sprawled on the floor, belly down, my boxers wrapped around my ankles, and my bare ass, drenched in water, staring at him. Mortified, I glanced at him over my shoulder. Of all the undignified positions after making such a fuss about not stripping in front of him! I scrambled to get back on my feet and got even more tangled in my boxers. I didn’t even have a long t-shirt on to pull down and cover my modesty.