Chapter 2 - Riding the Outrider

"You will stop trading with the city of Mondstadt."  "Yes, mistress."

"You will trade only with the Fatui."  "Yes, mistress."

"When the Fatui command you, you will obey."  "Yes, mistress."

"You may cum, slave."  "Yes, mistress."

The blond man groaned with pleasure and emptied himself into the beautiful Cicin mage that straddled his cock.  He laid back, naked on the bed.  His vacant, blue eyes stared at the woman that had hypnotized him and now controlled him.  His wife, a lovely woman with stark, black hair, sat on the edge of the bed.  Her green eyes were as vacant as her husband's own as she fingered herself.  The mistress was using her husband.  The mistress was happy so her slave was happy.

"Your turn, slut.  Clean your mistress."  The Cicin mage had pulled herself off the man's cock.  White seed dripped from her slit as she spread her legs and then used her fingers to spread her folds.  The wife obeyed.  She crawled across the bed to her mistress, dipped her head between the other woman's legs, and began lapping at the woman's slit.  

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In recent months, Northern Mondstadt had become home to a number of newly discovered iron and white ore veins.  Development on them had started immediately and export would soon begin.  The ore had numerous uses and was subsequently very valuable.  The owners of the land upon which the veins sat were inundated with offers from both near and far.  Customers and clients eagerly bid against one another for exclusivity or, at least, a share.  

It was when the bidding wars had first started that Sucrose's mistress had contacted her.  As an affiliate of the Knights of Favonius, Sucrose could travel freely without arousing suspicion.  As the slut-slave of her Fatui mistress, Sucrose could serve the will of the Fatui in the process.  She had been given a very simple task and one that was eminently suited for her new talents--convince the owners of these new veins of ore to support the Fatui by any means necessary.  Enslaving them and fucking them into obedience came naturally to the newly made Cicin Mage so that was what she did.

The single ones were the easiest to enslave.  There was no one to save them from her charms and they surrendered easily to her magic, some almost willingly.  The couples were harder but more fun.  Watching the heartbreak on a man's face while his wife licked Sucrose's folds gave her a special kind of perverse joy.  She was just as happy to play the situation the other way around but it ended the same regardless.  They all fell under her spell and became her willing thralls.

Some were given orders to sell to the Fatui immediately.  Others were given orders to create shorter contracts and later make arrangements with their new Fatui masters.  It would be an even split between trading partners in various nation states at first, but that would not last.  They would all serve the Fatui in the end.  One word from the Cicin Mage that had enslaved them and they would do anything.  

As she walked back to her campsite in the night, surrounded by her Cicins, Sucrose basked in the evil joy of her assignment.  She loved it.  She loved hypnotizing the pathetic inhabitants of her home country.  She loved watching them fall under her spell.  She loved making them betray their principles, their homeland, and even their loved ones to serve her.  Her laughter echoed through the trees and abruptly died as an arrow hit a tree scant inches away from her.  

The arrow was aflame with magical fire.  It colored the nearby brush and woods with its bright red and orange glow.  The flame winked out momentarily after the impact leaving the tree lightly singed but avoiding a forest fire.  It was followed by another and another and another.  Through the gloom of the night, Sucrose saw the shooter.  

Illuminated briefly in the fiery glow of another arrow stood Amber, the one and only Outrider of Mondstadt.  She had long brown hair with matching eyes that reflected the flame of her arrow, soft lips, slender waist, wonderfully long legs, and a pair of breasts the new Cicin Mage would have loved to have seen naked.  Sucrose's transformation had given her a new outlook on life and on women.  Staring at Amber now, through the violet haze of the mask and her own Electro powers, Sucrose wanted Amber.  She wanted to see the will bleed out of those brown eyes.  She wanted to see that innocent joy replaced by lust and desire.  She wanted to hypnotize and enslave this girl who dared interfere with her.

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"Blink!"  The Cicin Mage barked the word into the night and vanished.  Amber knocked another arrow and drew the bow around her in a circle.  She looked for the telltale purple glow of the Cicin Mage's Electro magic.  Nothing.  She looked for the darting and zigzagging motions of the Cicins the woman commanded.  Nothing.  

"Go, go, Baron Bunny!"  Amber pulled the inflatable doll from its hook on her pack.  She flung it one way and dove the other way.  The doll grew in size and rattled the branches around it while Amber stayed motionless.  The doll would draw attention and she would be ready to shoot.  She waited.  Nothing happened.  She waited a little longer.  Still nothing happened.  She gave the doll one minute longer and then sighed.  She stood up and walked over to pick up the doll.  The Cicin Mage had fled.  

"Oh partner, we finally run into one of those mages and she runs away.  Jean would have been so proud if we'd gotten her too."  Baron Bunny didn't reply.  That was likely for the best.  Jean would probably have been upset if she learned that Amber tried picking a fight with a Cicin Mage alone.  The Knights of Favonius had scant information on the extent of the Cicin Mages' powers.  Some claimed the mages could throw lightning bolts while others claimed they used the Cicins to attack while still others spoke of yet stranger abilities.  Amber couldn't deny or confirm any of it except for teleportation.  The Cicin Mages could definitely do that.

"Alright, partner.  Back to the cabin.  Let's regroup in the morning."  Amber used the magic of her Vision to inflate her Baron Bunny at a moment's notice, but deflating it had to be done the old-fashioned way.  So it was that she began the journey back to the cabin she was staying at with the inflatable doll between her hands making noises that sounded suspiciously like farts as the air left it.  Yep, there would be no more fights tonight, she thought.  Baron Bunny's explosive flatulence would see to that.

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Sucrose arrived at her campsite and transformed back into her "normal" self.  It wasn't that she didn't have the desire to seduce and then fuck the Outrider into drooling mess.  She definitely had that.  Unfortunately she had spent the better part of the day doing that to a great many others.  Her magic reserves were low.  There was a limit to the power of her corrupted Vision.  Sucrose had been accused of many things but being stupid had never been one of them.  Tired, low on magic, and facing a potentially full strength Pyro user was just not a smart move.

Sucrose had finished transforming and packing her lantern when an explosion nearly caused her to jump halfway across her small camp and virtually out of her skin.  Her eyes were wide and she adjusted her glasses when she heard it again.  It was getting closer and closer.  It sounded less like an explosion and more like... a fart?  She blinked wide, astonished eyes when Amber emerged from the brush and the source of the fart-spolosion sounds became clear.

"Sucrose?"  Amber held the nearly deflated doll underneath one arm and lifted the palm of her free hand.  A flame flickered into being just above Amber's palm and it lit the area.  The Outrider peered beyond it at the green-haired alchemist who was unsuccessfully hiding behind a heavy book whose cover read "Herbs and Herds, A Guide to Mondstadt Flora and Fauna."  Amber chortled.  "That book might put me to sleep but, as thick as it is, I don't think it'll work on the boars and other beasts out here."

"A-amber?  What are you doing out here?"  Sucrose blanched and she didn't even have to fake it.  Had Amber caught up to her a minute sooner then their meeting might have gone in a very different direction.  This was good though.  Not every experiment could be run under ideal conditions.  Sometimes you had to make due with what you had.  She could do that.

"Reconnaissance.  Grandmaster Jean wanted to know if there was cause to station a squad of Knights up here.  Something about rocks and more valuable rocks.  Slimes and Hilichurls are becoming more and more aggressive.  Even worse, Fatui have been wandering around causing trouble for villages and towns.  The diplomats from Sneezeland denied it all and then Captain Kaeya said 'So you won't mind if we shoot on sight.'  The new orders are to bring them down and then bring them in.  Shoot first, apply healing potions second."  Amber knew she shouldn't be saying all this aloud but Sucrose was the very soul of discretion.  Plus she worked with the Knights of Favonius.  That made it okay, right?  "What about you?"

"J-just getting some plants and herbs for some new experiments.  I'm experimenting with some new formulas and need to go places outside the usual harvest areas.  I was getting ready to call it a night."  None of those things were lies, technically.  Sucrose was doing some experiments with Mist Grass.  It was a very powerful aphrodisiac and could induce lust in those not magically resistant to its effects.  Of course, she wasn't going to tell Amber that.  Amber's words introduced a new wrinkle as well.  A Knights of Favonius presence here would mean trouble for her mistress and her Fatui masters.  It was doubly true with Captain Kaeya's edict in play.  Sucrose, herself, had come perilously close to being turned into a pincushion once thanks to it.  It would be best if Amber had a change of heart and soon.  If only there was a way to get close to the Outrider.

"You're sleeping out here?  The Knights cabin isn't far away.  I'm the only one using it so there's plenty of room.  Why not pack up and stay there?"  Sometimes the universe worked in mysterious, unfathomable ways and sometimes it decided to drop an opportunity right into one's lap.  Sucrose pushed up her glasses with a finger and hid her smile behind her hand.  This was perfect.

"If it's no trouble.  I'd much prefer a bed."  And you in it, she thought.  "Help me pack up?"

"Sure."  Amber began undoing the tent.  She had been using her flame to guide her through the dark woods but kindled a lantern she carried so they'd both have light and she could have both hands free.  There was a peculiar smell in the air about the camp.  Amber couldn't place it.  She inhaled it, taking deep lungfuls of air and enjoying the scent.  She was careful not to let Sucrose see her doing it.  Sucrose had always been easily spooked and easily scared.  Sniffing the girl and her things while they were alone in the woods was at least a 9 out of 10 on the creepy scale.  She just couldn't stop doing it though.

"Thanks for your help, Amber.  And thank you for letting me stay with you."  Amber blushed under Sucrose's praise.  The smell was even closer when the girl with the glasses was nearby.  Sucrose's golden eyes watched Amber and Amber had to fight to turn away, to stop breathing in Sucrose's scent, and take the first step toward the cabin.  

"Let's go.  Just follow me.  I saw a Cicin Mage out here a little while ago so if you see anything then speak up immediately."  Sucrose nodded her assent and Amber turned to lead them away from the campsite.  It was best if Amber didn't look at her friend right now.  Something about Sucrose was different or, at least, Amber's mind was insisting that was the case.  Sucrose's waist seemed a little smaller.  Her walk had a sway in it.  Her breasts seemed a bit larger.  Her lips seemed more... kissable.  Amber blinked and was suddenly thankful Sucrose couldn't see the blush in her cheeks as she banished that thought.  Where had that come from?  

Meanwhile, Sucrose was amazed at Amber's resilience.  Using her bio-alchemist talents, Sucrose had concocted a new and potent Mist Grass-based perfume.  It made men and women aroused and pliable with just a whiff.  Stand a little too close, expose a bit of cleavage, and they would do anything she asked.  Amber had been exposed to it for a good five minutes straight and then made casual conversation afterward.  Perhaps Amber was stronger than people gave her credit for or perhaps Vision-users had a natural resistance to the Mist Grass' effect.  Or, perhaps, Amber just needed a stronger dose.

They walked on with Amber leading until Sucrose stumbled, seemingly tripping over a branch.  Amber turned, saw Sucrose about to fall, and grabbed one of the green-haired girl's arms.  Sucrose spun but still fell back a step.  Her back hit the hard bark of the tree behind her.  Amber had lost her own balance and stumbled forward with Sucrose and ended up sandwiching her friend against the tree.  They just stood like that, bodies pressed up against one another and gazing into one another's eyes.

Sucrose could clearly see the blush in Amber's cheeks now.  The Outrider was affected and her eyes were starting to take on the dreamy quality Sucrose longed for.  Sucrose watched as Amber's gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips.  She didn't dare shift her body or say anything lest the moment be lost.  Instead, she tilted her lips upward and parted them.  She offered herself to the Outrider.  There was hesitation in Amber’s brown eyes but it didn’t last long.  Amber's lips descended, found Sucrose's, and they kissed.

Dark glee suffused the corrupt girl as their lips met.  She had won.  Her lipstick was tainted with an even more potent form of the Mist Grass toxin.  That first kiss quickly melted into a second and a third.  Amber enveloped Sucrose with her arms as they embraced and Sucrose clung to the other woman with equal fervor.  The Outrider had never desired another man or woman as much as she wanted Sucrose right now and Sucrose's willing lips were all the motivation she needed to continue.  

The kisses were sweet and sinful, but Amber wanted more.  There was a fire between her thighs.  It was a need both urgent and demanding.  It was unlike anything she'd ever felt.  Kisses weren't enough.  They weren't nearly enough.  She wanted this girl in ways she didn't even fully have words for.

"Sucrose, I-  you-"  Amber's words were cut off as she looked into Sucrose's eyes.  She saw the same lust she felt in them.  It was the same primal desire.  They both wanted this.  Before doubt and reason could overcome the moment, Sucrose spoke the words Amber longed to hear.

"Your cabin.  Let's do it there."  The forest was quiet.  Amber's heartbeat was painfully loud to her own ears.  Let's do it there.  Her legs were moving before she realized they were.  The rest of the walk was a hazy blur.  They were up against the tree and then they were at the cabin.  

The two women kissed and groped their way from the front door to the bedroom.  Clothes were shed in a hurry, left discarded and forgotten on the cabin floor.  By the time they found the bedroom, neither woman was wearing anything but their leggings.  Amber's legs hit the bed and she sat down.  Sucrose climbed into her lap and their lips met again.

Amber's drugged, lust-addled brain marveled at how large Sucrose's breasts were.  She'd sworn they were smaller but then the mousy alchemist had always dressed far too conservatively.  By the orange light of the lantern Amber had just barely sat down upright, she could see they were large and full.  She planted kisses on them while Sucrose moaned and made other delightful noises that renewed Amber's desire for her.  The Outrider buried her cheeks between the two mounds of flesh, cupped them, played with their little nipples, and then pulled one nipple into her mouth.

Sucrose's arms wrapped around Amber's head.  She knew Amber wasn't a lesbian but that would have to change.  She was too good at kissing and at worshiping a pair of tits to squander her talented mouth on a man.  Sucrose's animal ears rose as a finger teased its way past her lower lips and inside.  She let out a moan of delight that would have woken the neighbors had there been any.  She rode that finger and the second to her first orgasm.  

Amber felt the convulsions of pleasure and withdrew the fingers.  The light reflected off the wetness on those two fingers as she lifted them so both could see it.  She was enspelled by the act and the realization of what she had just done.  It was a moment that was shattered as Sucrose leaned forward and lazily licked up the side of one of those two fingers.  She collected her own wetness and tasted it.  Amber looked into Sucrose's eyes.  No glasses.  It was an odd thought in the pleasure-induced state they were both in but Sucrose looked almost like a different woman without her glasses.

"Lick them, taste me."  The command rolled easily off Sucrose's lips.  Amber obeyed.  She took the two fingers into her mouth and they were sweet.  They were every bit as sweet as the thing for which the other girl was named.  She wanted more.  "Lay back, let's both enjoy this."

Amber was too far gone to object.  The drugged perfume and lipstick had erased her inhibitions.  The fact that the shy, stuttering alchemist was now eagerly giving her orders somehow made everything hotter.  She laid back.  Sucrose changed positions and soon Amber was looking into the slit her fingers had explored.  It smelled wonderful.  She kissed it.  It tasted wonderful.  Sucrose's tongue licked along her vulva.  Amber's world exploded.

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Amber stirred in the bed.  Her memory was foggy.  Everything that had happened was a blur to her but she felt good.  She felt better than she'd ever felt before.  Her body hummed with pleasure.  She felt the need between her legs stir.  Her body already wanted more.  She opened her eyes and the world turned a shade of purple.

"Good girl, just look into my eyes and relax."  The words were low and seductive.  The word "relax" was spoken long and luxuriously.  Amber's brown eyes looked up into the swirling, purple vortexes of a Cicin Mage's own.  They were beautiful, violet swirls.  Amber could fall into them, get lost in them, and drown in them.  

"No."  The word was a whisper.  She had to look away.  Something told Amber she couldn't stare into those lovely swirls.  Something bad would happen.  She tried to turn away.  She had to look away, anywhere but up into those seductive pools of hypnotic light.  She couldn't.  Soft fingers stroked her cheeks and kept her head from turning away.  Amber felt so weak against the strength of those fingers.  The thought of closing her eyes came too late as she found her gaze drawn back into those beautiful eyes.

"Yes, good girl, very good girl."  The words caressed Amber's mind and she enjoyed their praise.  "Keep looking into my eyes.  You love looking into my eyes.  It makes you feel safe and relaxed."

"Love your eyes.  Safe... and relaxed."  Amber was losing the battle against those eyes.  The hypnotic magic in them was too hard to resist.  As the seconds dragged on, more and more she found she didn't want to resist.

"Good girls love looking into their mistress' eyes and you are a very good girl.  Good girls obey their mistress and you are a very good girl.  Good girls love pleasing their mistress and you are a very good girl."  Amber felt the heat between her thighs flare each time the woman said "good girl."  It was like a tongue licking along the length of her womanhood.  Each time she heard it, she wanted to hear it again.  She wanted to be a good girl.

"Good girls obey their mistress.  Pretty Slave Amber, who is your mistress?"  Amber's brain struggled with the question.  Those swirls of violet light made it so very hard to think.  It was easier to just listen.  It was easier to sink into the light and let her thoughts fade away--the light of her mistress' eyes.  Amber's brain relaxed.  It had found the right answer.

"You are my mistress."  Amber spoke the words with a pleased sigh.  Her eyes reflected the swirling lavender stars above her.  She waited for the words she hoped would come next.

"Good girl.  You may cum."  Amber moaned, squirming beneath the hypnotic eyes.  She was pinned to the bed by the weight of her mistress.  Her fingers weren't even near her pussy but still she came just from her mistress' order.  "Slave Amber, are you a lesbian?  Good girls obey their mistress and answer truthfully."

"N-no?"  There was a question in her dreamy voice.  Her foggy mind wasn't sure.  Sucrose had been delicious.  She'd never thought about women until now.

"Wrong~"  The Cicin Mage spoke the word with a playful lilt and continued.  "You've always been attracted to women.  You've always fantasized about them.  You can't remember ever dating a man, ever wanting to date a man.  You desire women and only women.  You are, and have always been, a lesbian."  The words sank into Amber's pliant mind.  Thoughts subtly shifted.  Memories of boys she had crushes on faded into nothingness.  They were happily surrendered to the lavender light that entranced her.  The sinful pleasure she had shared with Sucrose was what she desired and had always desired.

"I'm a lesbian."  Amber spoke the words with surety.  The night heard her change of heart.  Her Baron Bunny, which sat by the foot of the bed, heard of her change of heart.  Her mistress heard her change of heart.  She didn't understand why she had said no a moment earlier.  Her mistress was right.

"Good girl. Lesbian Slave Amber loves all women but the woman she desires most, the woman she loves more than Mondstadt, more than the Knights of Favonius, more than anyone else is her mistress."  Sucrose watched the emotions play across Amber's face.  This was the hardest command, the one everything else had led up to.  The scent of Mist Grass hung thick in the air around the bed as her purple lantern glowed from the nightstand bathing the two women in its light.  Sucrose was using every ounce of power left in her corrupted Vision to keep Amber hypnotized and fully under her power.  She just needed to push a little harder and then Amber would be hers forever.

"The woman I desire most... the woman I love..."  The words were spoken raggedly.  The Outrider of Mondstadt was resisting.  She was spending what tiny fraction of willpower she had left to remain loyal to the Knights and her homeland.  It wasn't enough.  The hypnotic pull of her mistress' power was too strong.  Lesbian Slave Amber's lips lifted into a smile as she finished swearing her new allegiance.  "...is my mistress."

"Good girl.  Pleasure your mistress, slave.  There are things she must tell you."  The lavender eyes lifted out of her vision but their work had been done.  Lesbian Slave Amber no longer feared the Cicin Mage in her bedroom.  Why would she fear her mistress?  Good girls loved looking into their mistress' eyes.  Good girls loved obeying their mistress.  Good girls love pleasing their mistress.  She was a good girl.  When her mistress' soft thighs came down around her head and her mistress' beautiful pussy, illuminated in violet light, lowered itself before her eyes, Lesbian Slave Amber knew what to do.  She extended her tongue and pleased her mistress.

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Amber awoke late in the morning.  The sun was already well into the sky.  She hadn't stayed up that long so as to sleep in so late, had she?  Maybe she had.  The previous night... her brain lurched.  The events of last night ran together and she didn't remember most of it.  She was concentrating on remembering when something soft nuzzled one of her breasts.  Sucrose.

Everything clicked into place.  She'd gotten lost last night and run into her on-and-off girlfriend.  They'd come back to the cabin and made love.  The fog in her mind lifted and Amber cuddled with her sleeping lover.  It had been a long night for Sucrose.  Amber would give her another hour of sleep before planting a good morning kiss on her girlfriend’s soft lips.

There had been no sign of the hilichurls, the slimes, or the Fatui this far north.  There was little point scouting empty woodlands for enemies that didn't exist.  It wouldn't hurt to play hooky this one time.  Amber would enjoy a blissful vacation with her lover, help Sucrose with her experiments, and then go back to the city of Mondstadt in a week or two.  There was no point in stationing a division of the Knights of Favonius in the North.  Things were perfectly safe here.  Her mistress had told her so.