Chapter 3 - The Nurse on her Knees

Ten years ago, the "Rise and Shine Inn" had been a beautiful, new addition to the main road between Central and Northern Mondstadt.  The little sign out front had been painted with care and the workmanship of the wooden building had been pristine.  Ten years were a long time.  The sign had been the victim of a few drunken and not-so-drunken men with axes and Hilichurl archers.  The inn itself survived not one but two fires and a number of armed conflicts.  Ten years had given it history and character.  Like Mondstadt itself, the "Rise and Shine Inn" had survived and tonight it saw two very amorous guests.

Sucrose had paid for their room.  Working her seductive perfume took time and her magic took privacy.  She didn't have either.  She dragged Amber behind her.  The Outrider was confused by Sucrose's sudden hurry and by, well, a lot of things.  Amber's thoughts had steadily become more and more muddled as time went by.  Something was wrong and... the door to the room closed behind them and Sucrose's lips met her own.

The kiss was divine.  Sucrose had become very, very good at it and so had Amber.  Their tongues met, teased, and danced.  Amber relaxed and let Sucrose's soft body push her against the door.  It reminded her... of the forest.  What had happened in the forest?  Why was it familiar?  The kiss ended and Amber opened her eyes.  Swirling pools of purple greeted her.  "N-no..." was all she could say before those ominous, hypnotic pools swallowed her.

Sucrose lowered a hand into Amber's shorts and began steadily fingering the other girl.  One hand groped Amber's breasts, one finger rubbed around her clit.  All the while Sucrose's corrupted Vision began breaking down Amber's mind and reminding the slut who and what she was.

"Who are you?"  "Slave Amber."

"Who am I?"  "Mistress."

"Who controls Slave Amber?"  "Mistress does."

"Who owns Slave Amber?"  "Mistress does."

"Who owns Slave Amber's lesbian pussy?"  "Mistress does."

That had been a close call, much closer than Sucrose wanted to admit.  Something was wrong with her magic.  She noticed it a week ago after collapsing into bed after a long day of plant harvesting without playing with her slave.  In the morning, Amber was starting to recall things.  Sucrose's hold over her mind with her corrupted Cicin power was slipping.

It was only Amber this happened with.  Sucrose had checked some of the other slaves she'd made while doing the bidding of her Fatui mistress and masters.  They were still firmly under her spell.  Amber was different.  Amber required that Sucrose reassert her control over the girl's mind.  This was bad.

If Sucrose got separated from Amber for too long, Amber would snap out of the spell.  She'd remember what Sucrose had done.  Perhaps one day or night could have been erased in a more permanent way but not weeks.  It was possible that Amber would remember all of it.  The alchemist didn't know that for a fact but she had to consider the worst case scenario and that was definitely it.  If Amber "woke up" from her trance then she could not only out Sucrose as a Fatui servant but also undo all of the work Sucrose had just spent the last month orchestrating.  Amber wasn't her prisoner.  She was Amber's prisoner.

When she realized the situation she was in, Sucrose cut her own plans short to return to Mondstadt alongside the Outrider.  Not letting Amber leave her side was her new priority.  The two joined a caravan to head back.  It was a common enough thing for groups of people all heading the same way to travel together.  There was safety in numbers and all that.  

The caravan proved very quickly that it was a terrible idea. Sucrose couldn't get a moment alone with Amber to retain her grip on the brunette's mind.  Thankfully the roadside inn had arrived just in time and gave her the privacy she needed to reassert control and think things out.

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A little while later, Amber happily masturbated on the room's only bed, waiting for her mistress and lover to come use her.  While Sucrose paced anxiously around the room, Amber spread her legs and touched herself.  She was inviting her mistress to come to bed and play with her body.  In just a couple weeks, the Outrider had become a willing slut who was eager to serve her mistress and even more eager to be used.

"Mistress, would you like to use your slave's pussy now?  It's so wet.  Please use Slave Amber."  Amber fingered herself and lifted her fingers to show her glistening arousal in the dim, purple light that filled their room.  Sucrose's mouth went dry.  She had no solution.  She needed her mistress.  Her mistress would know what to do.  For now, she couldn't let Amber out of her sight or escape her clutches.

"You've become such a depraved, little slut.  Does it bother you, slave?"  Sucrose gave up.  She shed her clothes and crawled onto the bed.  Her long, green hair spilled across her back.  She cupped Amber's pussy, feeling the heat and desire.  She looked into her slave's lust-filled eyes.

"As long as I'm your depraved slut, I don't care.  I'll do anything for you, mistress."  The brunette caught Sucrose's cheek with one of her hands and pulled her mistress into a kiss.  She was the perfectly slutty, perfectly obedient sex slave... as long as Sucrose never left her side for more than 2 days.  Amber's skilled fingers found Sucrose's folds and everything else was forgotten in the heat of their passion.

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The city of Mondstadt was enormous.  As the capital, it was the biggest city in the nation of Mondstadt and arguably in the whole of Northern Teyvat.  Tens of thousands of people lived in or near the so-called City of Freedom.  Lands around the city were used for ranching or farming while the city itself was a bustling metropolis and a hub of industry.  Entrepreneurs, traveling merchants, foreign dignitaries, and more walked side-by-side with the local folk on the cobbled streets of the walled city.  People from all over the nation routinely journeyed to the capital for festivals, celebrations, or just to enjoy some of the best food in all of Teyvat.

Second in fame only to the city itself were the Knights of Favonius.  Established by the legendary Dandelion Knight Vannessa, the Knights of Favonius had remained true to their purpose since their inception--they were the protectors of Mondstadt and its people.  The leader of the Knights of Favonius was Grandmaster Varka though he had put Jean Gunnhildr in place as Acting Grandmaster before his departure.  Under her leadership, the Knights of Favonius remained the tireless protectors of the people of Mondstadt.  Membership and affiliation with the Knights bestowed many blessings and many obligations.  One such obligation was a mandatory health inspection upon returning to the city.

Sucrose sat inside the waiting area of the Favonius Cathedral.  An artist's depiction of the Anemo God, Barbatos, looked at her from a painting across the room.  The man in the painting was tall, well-muscled, and handsome in a modern fashion.  He had short, dark hair, and a smile that could stop a girl's heart at 20 paces.  Sucrose wasn't of the straight persuasion but she could appreciate his looks and, if push came to shove, probably the cock between his legs with a little convincing.

"Pretty handsome guy, don't you think?"  Sucrose nearly died of fright.  How the hell did people keep sneaking up on her?  She turned to her right and looked at the woman suddenly sitting next to her.  She had dark, braided hair, a slim body, a green and white uniform of similar colors to her own, an Anemo Vision--Sucrose's brows knit together.  There weren't many people with Anemo Visions and fewer still currently visiting Mondstadt to the best of her knowledge.  Who was this girl?

"Um, uh, yes.  That's Barbatos, the legendary Anemo Archon.  He's kind of a big deal.  And you are?"  A girl who could move way too quietly, Sucrose thought.  Sucrose had never taken surprises well and she'd been on edge more so than usual lately thanks to the Amber thing.

"I'm Venti, a traveling bard.  I've got a few stories about the Anemo Archon so I know a little about him.  It's always fun seeing how he's portrayed in art, story, and song.  It's always a little different.  Creative freedom makes things a bit more fun though, don't you think?"  Not a girl, a boy.  Sucrose realized it steadily as Venti spoke.  A very effeminate boy, Sucrose decided.   He was kind of cute.  That was a plus.  He was very talkative.  That was a minus.

"I'm a scientist, alchemist actually.  I prefer things to be exact.  Exact measurements and exact proportions.  If you don't use exactly the right ingredients in exactly the right amounts then you'll ruin your Sticky Honey Roast."  The boy looked like he expected more and a blush lit Sucrose's cheeks.  Her furry ears drooped.  She hadn't introduced herself but he had.  "Sorry, I'm Sucrose.  My girlfriend and I work with the Knights of Favonius and we just got back from Northern Mondstadt.  The Knights of Favonius insist we get a checkup first thing upon returning."

"Ahhhh."  He nodded in understanding as she spoke.  "Well, you can't be too careful.  People catch lots of strange things and don't always realize they need help.  That's what friends are for though."

"Y-yes.  That's what friends are for."  Her agreement seemed to make Venti very happy.  He had a strange aura about him that was both intensely annoying and oddly calming at the same time, like a gentle but stubbornly insistent breeze.

"Well, I need to go.  It was nice meeting you, Sucrose.  I'm touring the city for a little while.  If you decide you want a tale or two then come find me.  Bring an apple.  I'm a sucker for a girl with an apple."  He winked, hopped out of his chair, and strode away.  It was the weirdest interaction Sucrose had ever had with another person outside of just recently.  She was replaying the conversation over in her mind when Amber emerged from a backroom and the nurse called Sucrose in.  Finally.

Sucrose sprayed some of her Mist Grass perfume on her neck as she followed the nurse.  She saw Amber flash an evil, knowing smile as the slave watched her mistress follow the nurse.  The slave knew her mistress would be soon getting a very pleasant, very thorough check from the beautiful nurse.  The thought of another woman eating her mistress out sent a wave of jealousy and desire through the slave.  Maybe she'd put on a sexy nurse outfit for her mistress later and her mistress could get another check up.

Amber's fantasies were a lot sexier than reality up until they reached the waiting room and the nurse turned around.  She had long blonde hair pulled up and back into a pair of pigtails, luminous blue eyes, full lips, and a pair of breasts that would have looked much nicer outside the nurse uniform than out.  The nurse uniform was a white, button-up design where the buttons slanted to the side just before going down, across one of the girl's breasts.  The other side held a nametag that read "Barbara."

"Welcome back to the city, Sucrose.  Amber said you had quite the adventure up North.  We'll get you checked out in a jiffy and you can be on your way.  You'll need to get some of those clothes off first though.  We'll need to check your heart rate."  Sucrose's eyes had been steadily drooping lower.  The nurse uniform had a very short hem and Barbara was wearing white leggings.  What would those legs looking like without-

"Yes, clothes, right, sorry.  Just give me a moment."  The alchemist's ears rose as she shed the top of her uniform.  She wanted to take the rest off as well.  She'd been undergoing changes over the last month.  Namely her breasts had been growing.  None of her bras fit and all of her clothing now felt constricting.  Sucrose considered herself average in the boobs category before.  She was definitely above average now.  The beast girl didn't mind.  It was sexy.  It was also really inconvenient when someone was going to be up close and personal.

"Don't worry, this will only take a moment."  Barbara's smile was kind and innocent as she leaned in with the stethoscope.  The cold instrument touched Sucrose's chest and Barbara closed her eyes.  Sucrose watched the woman inhale.  In and out.  She watched Barbara's breasts rise and fall within the uniform with each breath.  

The scent of Mist Grass enveloped the two women.  It filled the small examination room.  Sucrose had an immunity of sorts but every single breath Barbara took brought her further under its influence.  Seconds ticked by.  Barbara listened with closed eyes to the steady rhythm of the other woman's heart.  Beat.  Beat.  Beat.  Sucrose spotted the rosy color in the other woman's cheeks as the Mist Grass worked its spell upon her mind.  

"Like what you hear?"  Sucrose's voice had a playful tone now, the spider was talking to the fly.  Barbara opened her eyes.  The motion was lazy, calm, and the woman's eyelids didn't go all the way up.  Yes, she was definitely under the spell of the Mist Grass now.  She just needed a little push and Sucrose would be happy to give it to her.

"Oh, sorry about that.  I'm not sure what-"  Barbara's words stopped.  As soon as the stethoscope had come away from the green-haired girl's body, she had reached up and pulled her top down.  Sucrose wore no bra.  None were comfortable.  Barbara stared.  Two perfect breasts with soft pink nipples, already growing stiff, hung before her.

"You were going to need to examine these next right?  This is a very thorough examination, I'm told.  How do they look?"  She cupped her boobs, lifted them, and let them fall.  Barbara's eyes moved with them.  "Big and healthy.  Soft and giving.  The perfect size and shape."  She played with her breasts and the nurse watched.  

"Yes, perfect."  Barbara's words were low and hollow.  She was entirely fixated on those two beautiful tits.  Sucrose made little circles with her nipples and Barbara's eyes followed them.  The circles went the other way.  Barbara's eyes followed them still, absolutely spellbound by the orbs.  Her brain had turned off.  Her pussy had turned on.  She wanted to-

"Touch them."  Yes, Barbara wanted to touch them.  Wait.  "You need to do a thorough examination.  A good nurse has to do her job."  Yes, a good nurse had to do her job.  Barbara wanted to touch those breasts so bad.  She'd... check them for lumps.  That was it.

Sucrose watched as the nurse lost herself.  The scent of the Mist Grass, the steady rhythm of Sucrose's heart, and then the steady breast play had put the nurse into a light trance.  She was aroused and pliable.  Sucrose's words slithered into Barbara's mind, past that little part that should have told her to stop, and found that horny, needy part of the girl's brain... and kissed it.  Sucrose moaned in delight as the sexy nurse began playing with her tits.

"That's right.  Touch them all over.  You love how they feel, how my pretty nipples feel when you run your thumbs over them."  Barbara's blue eyes were focused solely on her patient's breasts.  She didn't deny the words.  She couldn't.  

"But no examination is complete without a taste.  As a nurse, you have to check everything."  Barbara was lost in those large boobs and the voice was right.  She leaned forward and took one of the nipples into her mouth.  She licked and sucked on it.  "Good girl, now don't forget the other one.  Show them both the attention they deserve."  Barbara released the nipple.  Strands of saliva hung from her lips to the little nub.  She planted a kiss on it and then moved to the other one.  She teased Sucrose's nipples with her lips and tongue, drifting from one to the other and back again.  She planted kisses on the breasts that dominated her world.  She surrendered to them.

"On your knees, slut."  The words were harsh.  They were a command.  The words took Barbara away from the perfect breasts she wanted to worship forever.  She let out a moan of desire as her knees buckled.  "Want more playtime?  Earn it.  Lick."  Barbara's confusion was only momentary as she looked up at the woman sitting on the examination chair.  One of Sucrose's black stocking-clad feet rose and came to rest squarely upon Barbara's face.

"I..."  Will not.  Those were the words that should have come out of Barbara's mouth.  They almost did.  Almost.  The green-haired alchemist cupped her breasts and began playing with them.  Barbara's universe shrank down to those gyrating tits.  Her tongue extended slowly at first.  She felt the fabric of the stocking against it.  She tried to resist those alluring tits and the intoxicating aroma that was emptying her mind to make room for them.  She tried and failed.  She licked the foot.

Sucrose watched the struggle in Barbara's eyes.  It had been there just briefly but a little more breast-play drained everything but the desire for more.  Barbara's tongue roamed up and down the sole of Sucrose's stocking-clad foot.  She kissed the other woman's feet.  She licked them.  She coated the black fabric in her saliva.  She even took the toes into her mouth.  Never once did her empty blue eyes leave Sucrose's tits.  She stared up at them with rapt attention while she worshiped the other woman's feet.  She was sinking further and further into depravity for them.  The damp spot that had formed beneath her uniform upon her panties spoke the truth.  She loved every second of it.

"One last place to examine, nurse slut."  The toes pulled free of her mouth and the girl above Barbara scooted closer to the edge of the examination chair.  Sucrose lifted slightly... and lowered her panties.  Her pussy was wet with arousal.  It was every bit as needy as Barbara's, but she was in charge.  Both women knew it.  Barbara looked at the exposed folds.  She licked her lips, already knowing what would come next.  She didn't want this but her body did.  It betrayed her and she loved it.  "Examine your patient, slut."

Barbara knelt on the floor.  She had surrendered to the girl's breasts, worshiped them like a drunken whore, licked the girl's feet like a trained dog on command, and now she was going to eat this girl's pussy.  It was the hottest thing she'd ever done.  She came.  She orgasmed as she knelt on the floor of her own examination room upon being told to eat another woman out.  The already damp spot between her legs grew ever darker and streams of clear liquid dripped down one of her thighs.  She crawled forward, put her head between Sucrose's thighs, and inhaled.  Then she went to work.

"Mmm yes, our nurse slut has a very skilled tongue.  Perfect for worshiping any part of a woman's body."  Barbara's cheeks burned with the praise but the woman's slit was delicious.  One taste and she was addicted.  Her tongue gathered up everything that had leaked out and she moaned as the taste filled her mouth.  She wanted more.  She pushed her tongue inside the other woman trying to find more.  She licked up and down the girl's vulva trying to convince it to give her more.  She kissed Sucrose's little clit hood and tugged on it playfully.  Sucrose moaned every step of the way and Barbara's slutty performance was rewarded.  Sucrose came and Barbara savored the taste of the other woman, the woman who had dominated her inside the very Cathedral of Favonius.

"So good."  Barbara's "examination" was over but she kissed and licked along Sucrose's sex.  She basked in the other woman's soft folds, her scent, her taste, and even in the illicit thrill of the act itself.  Sucrose watched the kneeling woman with a dark smile.  She was drunk with pleasure and content in her own debauchery.  Suddenly Sucrose remembered where she'd heard Barbara's name before.  She was a deaconess.  A deaconess of the church had pitched in to help and now she knelt between Sucrose's legs, reduced to a horny slut by the Mist Grass.

"It's going to be a shame when I tell the church about this.  A slutty deaconess?  Doing lewd things to her patients, whatever will they think?"  It was like watching a wagon wreck in slow motion.  Her words had thrown ice water on the horny nurse.  Horror shone from Barbara's blue eyes.

"No, please, you can't."  She didn't move away.  She just looked up, desperation and terror written all over her face.  Sucrose drank it in like a fine wine.  She let the words hang in the air before replying.

"I won't..."  Hope.  "...if..."  Fear.  "...my slutty nurse will meet her new mistress again, in a more appropriate place."  Barbara's cheeks burned with shame at the words.  Her body knew what it wanted though.  The forbidden thrill of kneeling before this woman again... she wanted it.  Mistress.  She silently tasted the word with her lips.  Sucrose watched her do it and the sexy alchemist's smile sharpened becoming something predatory.  

"She can do that."  Barbara rested her cheek against one of Sucrose's soft thighs.  She looked at the other woman's pussy, unable to look up to meet the woman's gaze.  A soft hand ran over her hair.  It caressed her like an owner would a pet cat or dog.  After the first stroke, Barbara leaned into it.

"Good."  The word was a low purr in the small, now sex-scented room.  "Keep going, slut.  Your mistress has decided she will be your only patient for the rest of the day and she's not satisfied yet."  Barbara's pigtails bounced forward and she went back to servicing her new mistress.