The Crimson Crown

“Just relax, let it go, don't focus on it.” Dorian was instructing me. 

I squirmed, blushing deeply. We had gone back to meditation and focusing on the winds Dorian promising he would explain later. But, not long after, the urge to go had struck, my bladder aching. I wanted to fight him; he had noticed almost immediately when I started squirming. 

“It's what your diaper is for, baby.” He said, only furthering my humiliation, “This is yet another reason why you wear them. So you don't have to stop your meditation, relax, let your body fully relax.” 

I took a deep breath, trying not to lose my concentration. After what felt like a few minutes, I was able to go, my eyes still closed as I focused on the pools of energy.

“There we go, such a good girl,” Dorian said, praising me as he continued to guide my meditation. 

I couldn’t tell if his praise was a genuine compliment from him or if the King had his grubby hands in this as well. How much of Dorian’s personality was being forced upon him? Where the the genuine man end and the theatrics begin?

With the distraction of a full bladder gone, I was able to relax once more and finish the lesson. I had managed to heal Dorian's wounds and fill a small cup with water. I had created a small spring inside the cup, a small concentration of rain clouds casting a cascade of water into the cup before Dorian had me drink it. 

Dorian said we would be practicing this regularly until I was more confident in my abilities. He said that with practice, I could heal entire swathes of populations or create storms to water entire countryside. The possibilities had my eyes wide in excitement, although it seemed I would be months away from doing that. Still, it had me excited to continue my training. 

We continued training for several hours, and by the time we finished my head ached from concentration. I had wet myself twice more during the hour, Dorian constantly helping to keep my fluids high. He said it was because I needed them due to how much I was losing from our meditation and channeling, but I believed it was also helping his ulterior motives. Without proof, though, it was only a speculation. 

Regardless, we finally finished. Dorian leaned toward me, his hands sneaking up under my dress, feeling my diaper, much to my shame. He smiled warmly, “Such a good girl. I’m very proud of you. I think you deserve a treat for being such a good girl.” he glanced at my attendants, “Would you two meet us outside? I want to reward my princess.” 

My attendants bowed and retreated from the room, shutting the door behind them. I glanced up at Dorian, my face flushing, “What did you have in mind?” I asked a bit nervously. 

Dorian chuckled, pressing me back into the lounge chair, laying me down, his hands pulling the dress up and out of the way, “Well, since we’ve been channeling all day to help others, I think it’s only fair we see what it can also do for us.” 

I blushed, feeling Dorian’s hands upon my diaper, feeling me up, squeezing, rubbing me through the thick material. “Did you know that sound is really just an acoustic vibration that our ears interpret as sound?” he asked.

I cocked an eyebrow, moaning softly as his fingers played with me; apart from our experience the other night, I had little to no sexual experience, even just playing with myself. The feelings that began to build inside me were unlike anything I had felt before, and I felt a nervous energy filling me. “I did not.” I admitted, “What does that have to do with what you are doing?” I asked.

Dorian smiled, his face now between my legs, making my heart skip a beat as he kissed the front of my diaper, “Well, my princess, when wind itself collides, it can create sound as well; the more turbulent the air, the more noise you hear.” he explained, much to my confusion, what did that have to do with anything he was doing? “The more turbulent the wind, the more noise, the more noise, the more acoustic vibration.” 

“What are you talking about?” I asked, suppressing another moan as he rubbed just above my clit. 

“Well, now compress that into a small, tight area, an entire storm at your fingertip; imagine how much noise that could create, how much vibration it could generate. Well, I suppose you don’t have to imagine.” Dorian said with a chuckle, and before I could ask further, I moaned in utter bliss as he pressed his finger to the front of my diaper once more.

This time however, instead of simply rubbing, there was a vibrating sensation that coursed through my diaper, the wet material seeming to carry the feeling, stimulating not only where he pressed in but even my sex and ass vibrated with a pleasing, stimulating sensation. I moaned deeply, my back arching as he pressed in, right atop my clit which swelled with excitement, my entire pulsating with bliss. “What the storms are you doing.” I moaned, my fingers going to my tit, rubbing gently; they had grown erect and excited.

“Cum for me, my princess.” Dorian said softly, “Cum for me in your thick, wet diapers.”

I moaned deeply, my back arching as my hips pushed up and into his finger. Even if I had wanted to back away from the cliff of an orgasm, I couldn’t; his fingers, gently but firmly, forced me over the edge as I came loudly, my moans echoing around the small reading room. I was left there, panting in utter bliss as he eased off, pulling his finger away with a knowing grin on his face, leaning in and kissing me deeply.

My body felt like jello, hormones still flared and coursing through my body as he stood, leaving over top of me and planting another kiss upon my lips, a long, lingering kiss that left butterflies in my chest. He drew his finger down my jaw, his thumb rubbing my cheek, “I love you, my princess.” he said.

“I love you too,” I responded almost automatically. I couldn’t tell if it was just the hormones I was responding to or if I genuinely loved the man.

At the moment, however, I didn’t care; I was still in utter bliss. Dorian seemed to sense this as he pulled my outfit back into place, letting me come down from my high. It was around this point I realized exactly what had happened. He had just pleasured me to orgasm in my storming wet diaper and had praised me for it the entire time. I blushed deeply, not that Dorian seemed to notice as he helped me to unsteady feet, “Come on, my dear, we need to get food and head to bed; we got another long day tomorrow.”

“We do?” I asked, my voice still weak and unsteady.

“We do,” Dorian responded, holding my hand as we left the reading room, my attendants taking up flanking positions as we left the library. “We are going on a trip.”

I narrowed my eyes, slowly regaining my wits about me, “What do you mean, a trip?” I asked.

“Father promised help to a village; their crops are going to die without divine intervention. They were overcome with a plague of some kind that swept through their working population like wildfire, and they haven’t been able to finish their work to ensure a bountiful harvest.” Dorian explained, leading me back toward the dining hall.

“And what does that have to do with us?” I asked hesitantly.

“Well, we have a few priests who are powerful enough to handle such a task.” Dorian explained, “However, now that we are married, it’s essential for the people to see us. It’s as much a mission for us as it is for the commonfolk to get to know us, for us to gain favor with the people. We’ll need all the favor we can when we become king and queen.”

I nodded in understanding that portion of the mission made sense. My mother and father had done similar things when they were prince and princess, bolstering favor with the people well before taking the throne. Without people to follow you, you were just another commoner with a fancy crown and no real authority. We needed to gain support well before we were crowned. 

Entering the dining hall, the King sat primly at the head of the table, his back straight, his mannerisms graceful and precise as he ate. He spotted us as we entered, smiling, “Son, daughter, how are you both?” he asked.

I followed Dorian’s lead as he bowed, offering a curtsy myself, “We are well, Father. How are you? How is Mother?” Dorian asked as the king gestured for us to take seats as well.

“I am well, your mother needed a reminder of her place and has been spending her day in her chambers.” The King said, waving for attendants to serve us as well.

Moments later, Dorian and I were served heaping platefuls of delicious-looking food, my mouth already watering. I had been expecting Dorian to say a prayer again, but he seemed to forgo the tradition today as we tucked into our meal.

“She always had a rebellious flare.” Dorian chuckled.

The King glanced at me, “And does your wife share that ‘flare?’” he asked, making my cheeks burn.

“She’s very well-behaved, Father,” Dorian said, giving me a sideways smile. “She hasn’t fought her training, although I am worried for her health.”

I raised an eyebrow, looking at him; the King apparently had the same sentiment, “Why is that, my son?”

“She hasn’t messed today, father,” Dorian responded.

I blushed head to toe at this comment, realizing immediately what he was indicating. I opened my mouth to speak up for myself, but the King beat me to it, “That’s not good; it’s not healthy for a young lady to hold it like that all day. Girls need to go at least daily. Do you think she needs help?” 

“Now, wait just a moment.” I broke in, trying to redirect the conversation; my humiliation laid bare on my face for all to see.

“Perhaps, Father.” Dorian said, speaking over me, making me glower at him, “If she hasn’t before bed, I will use one of the bottles Mother’s attendants use on her. She had one of Laura’s bottles today and didn’t fight it at all.”

“Really now?” The King asked, glancing at me.

I felt my mouth grow dry, shame filling my every pore, what was it they were talking about now? Did I really want to know? “What was in that bottle?” I asked, my voice suddenly hoarse.

“Do you think she’ll be ready to nurse before long?” the King asked, neither of them paying me any attention, only stoking the fire of anger burning in my chest.

“I believe so, Father.” Dorian said with a nod, “I believe Morris will be more than happy as well; since leaving Mother’s service, she has had to find relieve in other ways, but it has helped keep Mother’s supply full.”

“What are you two talking about?” I broke in, demanding, my voice commanding, tired of being ignored.

They both looked at me as if just then, remembering I was even there. “She does have a spark of that flare.” The King chuckled dryly.

I gritted my teeth as Dorian jumped in, “She’s still got work to do, Father, but she’s remarkably well-behaved. Perhaps some one-on-one time will be good for her while we are traveling.”

My question once again, went ignored as they turned back to their conversation. “I believe so as well.” The King mused, wiping his face and standing. 

Dorian stood as well, and with a glance from him, I stood as well. “I must be retiring to my chambers; you both have a wonderful night; I bless you both with safe travels.” the King said, striding towards the door.

Dorian bowed as I curtsied, not that the King was even looking our way anymore, “Thank you, Father.” Dorian said, taking a seat and resuming our meal.

“What the storms what that?” I demanded as I took a seat, giving Dorian a hostile glare.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately, turning to me. “Father is, well, strict; if I didn’t bring up your diapering, he was going to himself, and it would have been more embarrassing. Please, you have to trust me on that.”

“You both blatantly ignored me and spoke to me as if I were a child,” I responded indignantly. 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Dorian apologized, “I realize that, and I feel like an ass. It’s what Father expected of me; I’m sorry. It’ll be like that around him, I should have prepared you more, and I didn’t. For that, I’m sorry.”

My mouth was left agape as I stared at him. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; this would be a common thing? I was not too fond of the sound of that. "You mean, you are always going to act like an asshole when your father is around?” I asked.

Dorian winced, “Ouch, but fair.” he said with a sigh, “As long as it’s expected of me, yes. Until we rise to the throne, I have to play by his games; we have to play by his rules. I realize this is a lot, but Father has high expectations for you but even higher expectations of me.”

I felt the air leave my sails a bit at his apology, “How do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, Father had a lot of difficulties and challenges getting Mother in line; he sees girls and women as children who need a stern hand. He expects me to be that stern figure in your life. I will protect you as much as I can, but there are high expectations for both of us to meet.” Dorian explained as we continued eating, letting our conversation lapse as I stewed that over.

My throat was completely dry, and we continued eating in silence for a bit longer; the only sound in the room was the sound of silverware on plates. “What was that about Morris?” I asked finally.

“Hmm? Ohh, that will be a part of your training.” Dorian said dismissively.

“What will?” I pushed.

Dorian smiled, “You’ll see, I think, or rather, I hope you don’t mind it as much as some of the other activities Father has planned for us.”

I glowered but didn’t push the topic further. Whatever it was, whatever they had planned for me, I doubted I would enjoy it. I was beginning to grow tired of their games and their treatment of me, but what could I do? I was hundreds of miles from home; I was now married into their family, and I was as under their thumbs as I could be. I had no power, I had no pull; they had carefully orchestrated my connections and carefully severed my ties to any form of sway I would have had otherwise. I was utterly trapped and at their mercy for whatever the King wanted to do to me.