Happily and Discretely Debauched

Writers: Miriah
Date Posted: 10th May 2019

Characters: Urlene
Description: Urlene wakes up after her celebration and reflects
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 26 of Turn 9
Notes: Occurs after "All That She Wanted"
Mentioned: Y'gel, D'hol, Pacham

Urlene

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Urlene woke slowly. The first thing she noticed that instead of her
customary night shift, she was very naked. She took that in with the
initial confusion of the only recently wakened, rubbed her face and
felt the dryness in her mouth, then rolled to reach for a glass of
water. The movement caused her to gasp and then wince. Shells, she
felt as if her insides had been churned like butter and she was sore.
Every muscle between her thighs and abdomen was sore. What had she…Oh…
She remembered. Her insides had been thoroughly and deeply plundered.
Gently plundered certainly, but after sixteen turns of nothing and
considering the size of what had been doing the plundering, even that
gentleness had left behind it's consequences. She took a drink of
water, rinsed her mouth, then lay back, rubbing her eyes to clear the
sleep from them.

Images and memories of the night before sprang to her mind. Her eyes
opened to stare at the ceiling of her quarters. Faranth, how had he
managed to do that to her? She didn't regret it the experience. How
could she? She hadn't ever experienced such total and complete release
in her entire life. She hadn't quite believed that it was really
possible, despite what she had heard from other women. Even the
regrettable experience shortly after her arrival at the Weyr hadn't
compared to what she'd done and felt last night.

Urlene carefully sat up with a wince. She found that she didn't quite
care that he had seen her so uncontrolled and unrestrained. Instead,
she concentrated on her body and movement. She could tell that it
would be difficult not to walk funny today and as much as she wanted a
day to relax and simply enjoy herself, to revel in her promotion, she
had to check on D'hol. She didn't trust anyone else to do it properly.

She looked up and saw herself in the mirror and then blinked. Her hair
was unbound and fell wildly around her shoulders and back, her lips
were swollen, there was a glow on her face, and she looked
thoroughly…debauched. Her brows rose, then trembled with the
beginnings of a laugh at her own predicament, which was so out of the
norm for her that she didn't quite know what to make of herself. She
had imagined herself sharing a bed again, she did have needs after
all, but nothing she had imagined had even come close. She had
imagined the same bland emotionless process that Pangwil had
repeatedly subjected her to.

Pangwil. Her nose wrinkled at the memory. Determined to breed her, to
have a child of the Blood, but preferred his women round, voluptuous,
and soft. He had detested her at first, then ignored her except for
the nightly visits; even then, he had had to have one of his
mistresses 'prepare' him before coming to her. Coming to her in the
evenings as she readied herself for bed, getting her prepared just
enough to receive him and then he was done only a few moments later.
It had been an exercise in boredom. His "beautiful little brood mare",
he'd called her. Well, his visits had been for naught and despite her
own early ache for a child to ease her loneliness, she was glad now
that his seed had never taken root in her.

She looked down at her flat, unlined belly. No seed ever would. A
familiar sense of grief flickered through her at the thought. After
two turns of nearly nightly visits, nothing had sprung from their
loveless unions. His mistresses had borne him three in the two turns
they were wed. It was she that proven to be barren, but perhaps it had
been for the best. If she'd had a child, she would have never been
divorced, been ignored for the rest of her life except when she was
needed for some function, and never would had come here, never
achieved what she had. She couldn't regret it, though the ache still
remained deep within.

She rose slowly, pushing those thoughts firmly away. She would not
think of him or her barren womb today, especially not after last
night. She walked to the table, moving carefully. **I'm a bit
bowlegged today, thanks to Y'gel,** she gave a little laugh at the
thought. She'd been more than prepared for him; she'd wanted him and
actively desired him. Her body trembled at the memory even as she
picked up the new knots.

A Master. She was a Master Healer now. She held the knots with pride.
She was so close to what she desired. It mattered little if it wasn't
accepted by Healer Hall at Jade Harbor. They'd been given to her by a
Master Healer who was acknowledged by the very same Hall. They meant
just as much. If Pacham would just retire, then maybe she could reach
what she so wanted! It had been what she had looked at from the moment
she was accepted for apprenticeship. The highest level she could ever
attain. It was so close to what she had strove for. A few turns more,
perhaps.

And now…she had felt a newer, fresher desire. She looked down at the
knots, musing. What would change? Would she feel awkward with Y'gel
now? Faranth, how could she look at him and not remember that
pleasure? Even now, she felt herself flush and had to exhale. No, she
would have to maintain control and focus, especially over herself. She
couldn't think of what he could to do her, what he had shown her.

He did have a very lovely weyrmate, she reminded herself firmly. She
hadn't thought of it last night, but she remembered this morning. As
much as she could admit that she still desired the man, she would not
expose what they'd done to anyone, even though he was a bronze rider
for all that he no longer flew in the wings. Their shared experience
could mean very little to him; riders, especially bronzeriders she had
noticed, tended to have several partners, so he likely would be no
different. But just in case, she could be discrete, and she would
respect his privacy. She wanted and needed no dramatics from another
woman. But she could think on and enjoy the memory.

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