The proud older sisters - Part 1

Late during an afternoon within the walls of the royal castle of Kriemhild, two women had walked down into one of the cellars. Rilhenna, who planned to make quick work of organizing equipment, followed by Paola, who simply wanted to keep an eye on her for the time being.

What started as efficient work devolved into a rather strange discussion about how to handle equipment, the latter questioning the High Colonel's efficiency when it came to the most mundane of things. Led by the Observer's smug remarks and sardonic jabs, Rilhenna had played the two of them into an unproductive loss of time where neither seemed interested in yielding their point.

Then, Rilhenna was suddenly assaulted by a quiet warmth blossoming in the depths of her belly. A barely noticeable need to pee had appeared in the back of her mind, making her think of visiting the bathroom, and then reminding her that she still had work to do. The woman exhaled.

"Say what you want," she said, starting to step towards the cellar's entrance.

However, when she reached the heavy iron door to pull it, Rilhenna was met with the distinctive rattling of chains coming from the outside. Flinching for a moment, she tried to pull the handle again with the same result. Behind her, Paola approached with a slow gait, her metallic heels clacking loudly against the stone floor.

"What's the matter?" Paola asked.

Rilhenna attempted to pull the door one more time, chains rattling outside in response. The redhead exhaled loudly, tilting her head backwards as if looking up to the ceiling and taking her palm to her face.

"Someone locked us inside" she dragged her speech, clearly annoyed, before striking the iron with with the flat of her palm. "Hello? Somebody out there'"

Her voice echoed across the stone walls and stacked crates.

She knocked again, harder this time, knuckles rapping against the metal.

Silence.

Behind her, Paola tilted her head slightly, listening for a moment longer than necessary. Then she exhaled and shrugged. “I'm pretty sure no one's out there anymore.”

Rilhenna growled as her head dropped forward, rubbing her temples for a moment before straightening herself, turning just enough to glare over her shoulder. "This is on you."

Paola blinked, then scoffed, a crooked smile already forming. “Is that so?”

“If you hadn’t followed me down here,” Rilhenna said a little too evenly, “I would’ve finished this and left before anyone else even noticed the cellar was open.”

Paola chuckled, unbothered. “How's that my fault? I just pointed out you were doing something weird, you're the one who started bickering for no reason.” She gestured vaguely around them. “You always look so rigid doing this sort of thing. I wanted to see how you manage it.”

Rilhenna let out a low, irritated sound and turned away. “Well, great. Now we wait. Until someone happens to pass by.”

“I wouldn’t worry,” Paola replied lightly. “Either your brother or the little queen will notice you’ve vanished sooner or later.”

Rilhenna frowned, genuinely confused for a moment. "And what about your lackeys?"

Paola's expression dimmed for a moment.

"They're my friends, don't call them that" Rilhenna blinked twice, slightly surprised by the sudden change in the other woman's demeanor. However, just a short moment later, her expression softened and the smugness returned, "but they have their things to do, so they won't be looking for me"

Rilhenna exhaled through her nose, the fight draining out of her shoulders just a little. “Then I might as well make myself useful.” She walked toward the stacked crates and wooden drums across the room, pulling out a ledger and beginning to count crates with practiced efficiency.

Paola followed, stopping a couple of steps behind her—just close enough to watch, taking a particular interest in her calligraphy.

For several minutes, only the soft rustle of paper and the occasional scrape of wood against stone filled the room. Rilhenna often turned her eyes to look behind her shoulder, noticing Paola's distinctive glare.

“…You’re distracting me,” Rilhenna said suddenly, without looking back.

Paola raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You keep standing... there.”

“Would you rather I sit?” Paola said, amused. “Terribly offensive, I know.”

Rilhenna shot her a sharp look. Paola only grinned.

Time passed. After a while, the mild pressure in Rilhenna's belly had grown into something noticeable. Nothing major, but enough to cause her to pause her writing for a second for seemingly no reason.

Eventually, Rilhenna stopped dry. She closed the ledger, expression unreadable, and returned to the door. She knocked again twice, louder each time; however, the response was the same as before.

Nothing.

Paola stifled a yawn, stretching her arms overhead, her shoulder plates shifting softly. Rilhenna let her forehead rest briefly against the door before stepping back, crossing her arms.

Silence settled between them.

“Are you done with that?” Paola asked eventually, pointing towards the items behind them with her thumb.

“There’s not much else I can do,” Rilhenna replied.

Paola hummed. “Is that so.”

They stood near the door in silence, each in opposite sides. The lamp overhead flickered faintly as the minutes stretched.

Rilhenna shifted her weight. Another while passed, and Rilhenna started subtly shifting positions where she stood, crossing her arms tighter over her chest as well as uncrossing and recrossing her legs at the ankles every few seconds. The pressure in her belly was slowly evolving into a throbbing sensation, making itself present every now and then.

On the other side of the small corridor next to the door, Paola kept quiet a very similar struggle: for a while, she had also felt a similar stir in her own bladder, but kept it hidden with her relaxed posture. However, in her serene facade, she didn't fail to notice Rilhenna's subtle cues.

"Why are you moving around so much?" she said, smirking at Rilhenna.

The redhead ignored her, exhaling loudly without even looking back. Her stern expression, however, cracked for a split second with irritation.

She uncrossed her arms, crossed them again, boots adjusting their position on the stone floor with quiet precision.

Paola studied her for another moment, head tilting. Then—slowly—her expression changed, realization dawning. After a few moments, she said, "Oh, I get it—you have to pee."

Rilhenna’s composure cracked for the briefest instant—just a tightening around the eyes, a fractional pause too long. Then she straightened. “It’s fine.”

Paola giggled, looking away with a playful shrug. "If you say so."

Another while passed, and the two became distracted. Rilhenna stared intensively at the door while Paola examined a nearby crate idly. Without realizing, she rubbed her thighs together for a couple seconds, her metallic boots clanking as she shifted her weight.

Rilhenna's eyes magneted to Paola, immediately noticing what was going on. The redhead scoffed. "Bold of you to toss the first stone," she said coolly, "seeing how you have to piss, too."

Paola's smug demeanor faltered for a moment, her cheeks tinting slightly as she realized she'd let her guard down. But she chuckled, admitting it with a relaxed grin. "Looks like I've been made," she replied playfully, her eyes meeting Rilhenna's. "I just hope they find us before it gets... bad... for either of us."

“The thought alone is ridiculous,” Rilhenna replied at once.

Paola glanced at her sideways, eyes glinting. “Is it?” she asked. “Then I suppose the real question is…” She paused deliberately. “Which of us holds out longer.”

Rilhenna’s confidence faltered—only slightly. She met Paola’s gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary, something uneasy flickering beneath her stern exterior as she felt genuinely intimidated by the woman.

However, she scoffed and looked away.

Time continued to pass, the silence stretching as the two women stood near the door. The two felt their bladders fill, little by little—warmth throbbing, coming and gong in waves, their subtle shifts becoming more frequent; Rilhenna kept crossing and uncrossing her legs with soft whispers of her skirt, sharply enhanced by the quiet of the room. Paola hid her need better, but occasional thigh rubs betrayed her, metal covering her legs screeching softly each time.

The cellar felt smaller with every minute that passed, with uncertainty growing along with the urine sloshing inside them...