Amber Impact!

Amber didn’t hesitate for a moment. She stepped off the edge of the cliff and spread her arms as she plummeted towards the ground below, confident that she would be alright. True enough, her fall was arrested by a pair of luminous wings that burst into life behind her, guiding her into a glide that took her out over the forest below. From her vantage point, she could see isolated campfires dotted around the landscape alongside crude towers and totems carved out of wood.

That could mean only one thing: Hilichurls!

There had been a lot of Hilichurl activity lately, as attacks on travelers had rapidly increased around Mondstadt. For Amber, it was a little embarrassing; it was meant to be her job to see them coming. In her defence, she was the only Outrider in the Knights of Favonius, and while the Hilichurls were coming from all over, she couldn’t be everywhere at once!

Well, she wouldn’t be embarrassed today! She cast her eye over the landscape, seeking out trails of smoke that would indicate a Hilichurl campfire in use. It wasn’t normally her job to confront the invaders directly, only to mark their positions so that the other Knights could clear them out. However, the Knights were short-staffed at the moment, and it went against her pride as an Outrider and a Knight to permit such attacks to go unpunished so close to her daily patrol route!

She thrust her arms back and adjusted her course, gliding towards the nearest camp, ready to attack from the sky. Part of the reason she was being so bold was that she’d found a new Artifact and had been dying for an excuse to try it out. She didn’t know exactly what it did, but as soon as she equipped it she had felt something come alive inside her, a rush of power that only came when an Artifact formed a set bonus with one or more others, making them all more effective as a result. Whatever enhancement had been made to her natural abilities, she would discover it on the field of combat!

She swooped over a sentry’s head. True to form, he hadn’t learned to look up. In Amber’s neck of the woods, that would cost him dearly!

A golden bow appeared at her back, bursting into life from nothingness. She reached back and grabbed it, her fingers finding the familiar grooves as she brought it to bear with a flourish. She arrested her flight and dived towards the ground, bow outstretched, her legs ready to absorb the impact.

The Hilichurl only realised what was happening the moment before Amber collided with his head. He was tossed aside like a rag doll as the Outrider made contact with the ground, creating a shockwave from her impact that threw the Hilichurls around the campsite off their feet. Like a flash she recovered, readying an arrow and holding it steady until it burst alive with Pyro energy. She loosed it, just as the Hilichurls were finding their feet, and sent it flying past the closest one’s ear, striking one of the explosive barrels that they always inexplicably carried around with them. It detonated, throwing fire in all directions and tossing the masked creatures back to the ground.

She had made her entrance. The Hilichurls reacted accordingly. With a cry of rage, one of them leapt to his feet, fetching up his club, and ran towards the Outrider, waving it above his head in a menacing fashion.

“Betcha can’t keep up with me!” she teased, dodging to the side, her long legs taking her out of the Hilichurl’s range. With a laugh, she brought her bow up again, saturating the drawn arrow with another helping of Pyro energy as she prepared to let loose upon the creature, dumbly watching her as she skipped out of his reach.

But she was overconfident. She had failed to take in the shape of the landscape, and hadn’t looked where she was going. Her foot caught against a rock and she lost her footing, tumbling to the side. She expected to fall to the grass but instead collided with something hard and warm, standing upright. She bounced off it, losing her grip on her bow as she fell onto her back. The weapon vanished into nothingness and she looked up to see what she’d hit.

What she saw, looming over her, was a tight mass of black muscles in the shape of a Mitachurl, with blood-red tattoos smeared over his mostly-naked body. She craned her neck back further to look past his loincloth, up over the creature’s muscular chest and then to his masked face, leering down at her. The sun was behind the creature and its light was blocked by the shadow of the horns on his head. He must have been nine feet tall, and had a huge, flaming axe clutched in his hand, easily as tall as Amber herself, held as if it weighed nothing at all.

He was the most powerful creature she’d ever seen in person. How had she missed him? She felt like a toy inside his shadow.

She gulped, her confidence suddenly failing. “Oh,” she said. “Err...”

The creature swiftly brought the axe up over his head and Amber squealed, covering her face, temporarily stunned in the face of his overwhelming power. She felt flames washing over her, and then felt no more.

That might have been the end of Amber. But she was lucky.

She hadn’t realised it at the time, but the new Artifact that she’d discovered – fluffy earrings that she’d found in an Exquisite Chest – were part of a set that went with her rabbit-ear hair ribbon and thigh-high leggings. By equipping all three, she had been granted a set bonus and it was this, more than anything else, that saved her life.

She woke up with a shiver and found that she was still lying on the ground. She took stock of her situation quickly; as a trained Knight of Favonius, it didn’t take her long to get her bearings. She was in the Hilichurl camp, that much she could tell. The creatures were dancing around their fire. Her arms appeared to be bound over her head. She correctly guessed that she was their prisoner.

There were three things that were running through her head:

One, she had to find a way to escape. She had no idea if they would eat her, or what, but there was no way she was going to allow herself to be held hostage by monsters such as these!

Two, this was a really embarrassing way to have been caught. It was bad enough that she was practically in sight of Mondstadt and the Knights’ headquarters, but to have failed to notice the Mitachurl standing there...! Yes, she’d tripped over a stone, but these things happened. For an Outrider to have failed to count the number of enemies was an inexcusable oversight!

And three...

“Where are my clothes!?” she cried, suddenly noticing that she was stark naked apart from her leggings.

She looked around in a panic. Her initial, irrational fear was that someone could have seen her. But apart from the Hilichurls themselves, who would have stripped her, there was no one about.

Another check confirmed her initial impression. They had taken everything of value from her. Now that she looked, she could see a pile of belongings next to the campfire, including her official Knight’s badge, all of her money, Baron Bunny and – perhaps more importantly – every article of clothing she’d been wearing, down to her shorts and everything that went beneath!

She tested the bounds around her wrists and could feel that they were made of rope, tied tightly. It would take some doing, but if she worked at them long enough, she might be able to fray the ropes and tear herself free. While she was checking, she felt her ears rub against something. It was hard to tell from this angle, but she thought that they’d left her bunny-ear headband and earrings on her; why, she couldn’t imagine.

She didn’t find time to consider this strange behaviour further, however, because one of the Hilichurls noticed that their captive was awake. He pointed her out to his companions, speaking in their strange language, and they stopped looking through her things and instead paid attention to her.

There was something different about the Hilichurls, now that she thought about it. It was only as the nearest creature approached her that she realised what it was:

They were also naked.

They had their masks on, obviously; no one had ever seen a Hilichurl without its mask. But their loincloths had been abandoned – for what reason, Amber couldn’t imagine. She guessed it might be part of a ritual of some kind, but her knowledge as an Outrider extended to their combat tactics, not their social habits.

A lot of things were going through Amber’s head as the naked creature approached. She looked stunned; her amber eyes were staring widely as they locked on to the approaching member. Her mouth fell open, and a casual observer might have mistakenly believed that she was finally realising the horrific fate that was being planned for her by her captors.

But that wasn’t what Amber was thinking at all.

The set bonus! So, that’s what it does! she thought.

She knew why she was naked. Like a epiphany, she was struck with the knowledge of what her synergy bonus was. Just by thinking it, she knew it was true, as sure as she understood her Pyro Vision.

Set Bonus:

Power of Bunny
2-piece Set: Fuckability + 200%

This was what had saved her life, she realised with a thrill of horror. With her set bonus, she was now three times more fuckable than she’d been before... No wonder they wanted her alive!

She thought back frantically to what she’d learned about Hilichurls and how they treated their women. Did they even mate with humans? She had a horrible feeling that they might, for someone as fuckable as she now was.

She had to remove these earrings! She tugged at her bonds, trying to pull her wrists free, but she wasn’t getting anywhere. She tossed her head from side to side to try and knock the earrings free, but that didn’t work either.

Damn her sudden sex appeal! She only wanted to be a Knight who did her duty. Why did she have to be irresistible to sweaty monsters?

She took a deep breath. She was going to cry out. Hopefully, a passing traveler would be around to help her. It would be mortifying to be found like this, but it would be better than the alternative!

Or would it? Her breath caught in her throat. She could cry out, but she didn’t really want to. And there was a good reason for that.

The bunny-ear hair ribbon and the earrings made a set, but her thigh-high leggings had given her an additional set bonus:

Power of Bunny
3-piece Set: Libido of Rabbit

As she watched the Hilichurl kneel between her legs, his dangling member now erect and pointing at her, she came to the horrible realisation that she wanted this. It was all the Artifact set’s fault, of course, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it gave her to imagine how the next few minutes would feel.

She swallowed, trying to shrink away even as her hips wiggled, ready to accommodate what was coming for her. She took one more look up towards the ropes that bound her wrists before giving in to the inevitable.

“You got me,” she moaned as the Hilichurl leant over her, blocking the moon with his masked face.

Her eyes went wide as he entered her. It was the first time she’d felt someone inside of her, and it was an odd feeling. There was no pain or resistance whatsoever; his member simply slid into her, her pussy doing everything it could to accommodate him.

It looked like ‘fuckability’ meant more than just attraction: it literally meant that Amber was easy to fuck!

“Ohh...” she purred as the strange monster pulled out of her and then slammed himself back in, inciting an electric thrill that ran up the Outrider’s body; the kind of sensation she hadn’t felt since the last time that Lisa had accidentally electrocuted her. Of course, that time Amber had cum, hard. She wondered if the same fate was in store for her tonight?

Half-consciously, she bent her knees to allow her partner space to thrust deeper, which he proceeded to do, at some speed. “Hey! Not so rough!” she protested, although the words felt false as they left her mouth. In truth, she did want it rough, and it was a tough thing to admit for someone who hadn’t even considered a relationship before, let alone one where she was on the receiving end of a roasting.

Because that was what was happening, she realised as she look over towards the campfire. The other Hilichurls, laughing and joking in their own language, were simply waiting their turn. For whatever reason, whether they were charmed by her fuckability or for some ritual or other, they were each going to take a turn with her.

She looked up to her partner, straining his muscles as he took her over and over again. She felt the breath catching in her throat; the warm feelings emanating from her sex were starting to mount and she didn’t know if these pleasing sensations came from the set bonus or her natural urges now coming to the surface. Whatever was happening inside her body, she wanted it to continue.

She wrapped her legs around the Hilichurl’s waist, linking her ankles together. She brought him closer towards her and he grunted beneath his mask as he accelerated the pace of his thrusting. Amber groaned in passion, still mindful that she didn’t want to attract the attentions of a passing traveller – this was still an embarrassing situation after all – but unable to deny the intense pleasure of having a raw, animal fuck.

And it was like animals rutting; he didn’t care for her as a person. The two of them weren’t going to go out for a honey roast later. He was simply working off his own sexual frustrations on her body – a body that was, after all, eminently fuckable.

I’m just a toy, a sex aide for a camp of Hilichurls! she realised with another thrill. The thought didn’t bother her, but she at least had the intelligence to notice that it should.

With a guttural howl, he brought his hips forward to slam into her inviting pussy two more times, going deep as he emptied himself inside of her. Amber cried out in response.

As the Hilichurl gasped for breath, still poised above her, she looked up at him with cheeks blushing. “Untie my hands,” she said, softly.

It may have been said in a different language, but the Hilichurl seemed to understand the look in Amber’s eye. It was the look of someone who’d had a taste of something and now wanted more.

Amber had made no move to escape. Hands unbound, she was now perched above the next Hilichurl in the train, crouching low as she brought herself down onto his waiting cock.

She found that she liked to be on top. There was something about the act of bouncing up and down on top of her mate that really appealed to Amber.

“At this speed, no one can keep up with me!” she cried nonsensically, lost in the act of copulation.

Her bunny ears flapped vigorously as she applied herself to her task. She had the same feeling she had when she competed to maintain her position as the gliding champion of Mondstadt. It was as if she was going for the land speed record in frantic bunny humping.

She idly wondered if there was such a thing, and how she could be registered as a competitor.

“Come on!” she encouraged the other Hilichurls, no longer worried about looking foolish. “Come and fuck me! I’m your bunny slut!”

That was the problem with having the libido of a rabbit: her urges were not restricted to only one partner. In fact, she felt compelled to share herself among the other members of the tribe.

Not that they intended to give her any other option. The Hilichurls had their members in hand, masturbating as they waited their turn. She could also see, through the motion blur, that the other monsters she’d already serviced were starting to come back to life and were duly taking their place at the end of the queue.

“Aww,” she moaned as her hips got the workout of their life. “I’m not getting home for dinner tonight, am I?”

She didn’t get breakfast either. By the time Amber passed out, well-used and sexually fulfilled, the sun was high in the sky and it was getting closer to lunchtime.

She pushed herself up on shaky arms, squinted against the light and took a look at the carnage of last night’s revelry. The campfire had burned itself out and the Hilichurls were laying around, scattered like debris where they’d passed out after multiple goes on the funfair of Amber’s body.

She shivered, uncomfortable with the happy feeling of satisfaction that had replaced shame within her. She really shouldn’t have felt proud of this... but she did.

“I’ve fucked the whole tribe,” she groaned to herself – though, in reality, it was only about a half dozen Hilichurls. “And I didn’t file my report last night! Jean’s going to be so mad at me!”

She was just thinking about the lie she’d have to invent to explain this away when a shadow passed in front of the sun. When she looked to see what it was, she saw that her troubles weren’t over yet.

There, behind her, was a massive horned silhouette, as tall as a mountain from her perspective, and rippling with muscles. The creature was about five times as wide as Amber. He was so big that she’d couldn’t quite believe that he was real.

“The Mitachurl...” she breathed.

She’d forgotten about him. He hadn’t intervened in the festivities the previous night, for which Amber was extremely grateful. No matter how fuckable she was, she couldn’t even imagine how her slight body could possibly accommodate a create of such incredible size!

Amber’s imagination, never the most powerful tool in her arsenal, was about to be enlarged.

The Mitachurl had a complicated series of straps around his neck that resembled a harness. She had never seen something like that before, and it took a moment for her to work out what she was looking at. The moment she did, however, she was gripped by a sudden thrill of terror... and something more, besides. Something deeper, that appealed to her bunny libido in a way that she never could have expected.

“No, don’t!” she cried, shrinking back as the Mitachurl grabbed her slender wrist in one massive hand. “Don’t make me ride that thing! Please! I’m the gliding champion of Mondstadt!” she added, as if that would help her case.

It didn’t. She was mounted, naked to the harness, and as the straps were gradually tightened she could feel that deep feeling of desire mounting as her freedom was taken away from her.

Amber, Outrider of the Knights of Favonius and most fuckable person in the land (thanks to a set bonus she didn’t want) was bound by her wrists around the back of the Mitachurl’s neck, so that he could wear her like a necklace. Her legs were kept permanently spread by the straps of her harness so that she had no choice but to hang there, unable to find the purchase to lever herself free. However much she squirmed, she couldn’t work herself loose. She was totally trapped.

Wherever he went, she went. The fact that he had a living, breathing woman tied to his chest did nothing to slow him down; he wandered the plains, fought with other creatures and ate with his tribe as normal, as if she wasn’t there. The exception was, of course, whenever he felt amorous, which seemed to happen with distressing regularity. Then, he would grab Amber’s waist and, ignoring her piteous cries, would pull her down onto his penis and fuck her there and then. Sometimes, he didn’t even stop what he was doing.

It wasn’t like he had to put much effort into it. Although exhausted and humiliated beyond belief, it took only the suggestion of sexual intercourse to kick the Outrider’s body into gear, her bunny libido eager for her to take his massive girth into her pussy. At these times, it would be Amber herself who would impale herself upon his mighty rod, squealing and moaning away as she brought her dominator to a sticky climax, filling herself with his seed. Her naked skin was saturated by the splashback from his mighty ejaculations. She was a stinky, sticky mess - and she loved it. She absolutely loved it.

Oh, sure, she hated it, too. That small part of her that still had self-respect was not delighted at being a massive monster’s cock sleeve. The humiliation of being used like this was only marginally more bearable than the embarrassment of enjoying it so much. She felt like a tool, a masturbation aide for a monster’s cock.

And as a tool, she was easy to use. That was the trouble with having legendary-level fuckability: she wasn’t just desirable, she was easy to fuck.

“No more,” she moaned, as the mitachurl emptied himself inside her again. She slid off his cock smoothly, the harness hauling her back into position as the monster tucked his flaccid member back into his loincloth, ready to use on her later. She didn’t know why she’d said those words; she didn’t really want him to stop. For a breather, sure, but she wanted him back inside her as soon as he worked up the stamina.

Her body shivered with exhaustion, but also intense desire. Why wouldn’t her libido calm down?

She closed her eyes and attempted to sleep. This was the best time for it, in between violent fuckings.

She found herself on the ground, tickled awake by the grass on her naked skin.

She looked around, bleary-eyed, to find that she was alone. The Hilichurl camp was deserted. Her harness was nowhere to be found; presumably, the Mitachurl had taken it for use on the next fuckable bunny girl who happened to cross his path.

Baron Bunny sat by the ashes of the fire, looking at her accusingly. Apart from her companion, all her clothes were gone, along with her treasures. The Hilichurls had taken them and moved along. Had they gotten bored with her, or had they realised that keeping a Knight of Favonius hostage would only bring them more problems in the long run?

She didn’t know. She grasped hold of Baron Bunny and hugged him close to her chest, obscuring her naked breasts. She tried not to think about how good he felt on her nipples… she really had to remove these earrings before her next adventure.

“Amber! Where have you been?”

She jumped at the voice, and whipped around to come face-to-face with the Knight Commander, Jean. She was approaching with a look of concern on her face. It was all Amber could do to cross her legs and crouch down behind Baron Bunny to conceal what was left of her modesty.

“Where are your clothes?” Amber’s boss asked.

“Oh, Jean!” Amber replied, flushing with embarrassment. “I’ve been… uhh… swimming! Yeah, that’s it. And it looks like my uniform blew away in the wind!”

She didn’t want to tell her Commander that she’d been enjoying a gang-bang with the very Hilichurls she’d been tasked to protect the citizenry from. The whole episode had been mortifying; there was no way she would ever tell the truth!

Jean cast an eye on her, then looked away, embarrassed. “Aren’t you a little… underdressed for swimming?” she asked, flushing.

“It’s really the best way. I like the feel of the wind on my… skin,” the Outrider finished, weakly.

“At any rate, I was worried. I thought something happened to you. I’m glad to see you’re unharmed.”

“Oh, uh, I’m fine! But… uh… how many weeks was I gone?”

Jean frowned. “Weeks? Amber, you’ve been gone for almost a whole day.”

“One day!?” Amber cried. “All of that happened in one day?”

It felt like she’d been fucking all season! It was incredible - how could she have crammed that much in a single day?

She felt another twinge between her legs, and she realised that she still hadn’t taken off the earrings. Of course, it would be silly of her to do so now, when she had so few clothes on as it was. She’d take them off when she got home.

Definitely.

But maybe not as soon as she got home…

“I have a report to make, Commander. I’m sorry it’s so late! There are Hilichurl campfires appearing throughout the vicinity. If you give me some more time, I can map them out for you!”

Yes, there were Hilichurl camps everywhere these days. And if Amber could catch first sight of them… She shivered in anticipation.

“Alright, I’ll give you a few more days,” said the Commander. “But be more careful with your equipment next time!”

“You can count on me!” Amber cried, flashing a salute.

The act caused her breast to pop out from behind Baron Bunny, forcing Jean to avert her eyes for the sake of modesty. But Amber found that she didn’t care.

“Come on, let’s find you a change of clothes in the meantime,” Jean said, leading her away.

Amber watched the Knight Commander’s buttocks swaying seductively in front of her, and idly wondered what it would be like to mount her like a rabbit.

Maybe after the next few tribes, she decided.

The End.