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Amber thoughtfully turned the page, her eyes carefully scanning every little word of the newly released ‘Knights of Favonius Handbook Addendum: On Hilichurl Outreach’
It appears that little Ella Musk had been making great strides towards understanding the enigmatic tribal peoples’ language and culture. So much so, in fact, that she managed to write a small pocket dictionary. As it became evident that the Hilichurls were not as savage as previously thought, acting Grandmaster Jean decided that the policy regarding them was to be one of engagement instead of hostility.
Ever eager to prove herself as the Knights’ one and only (and thus best) Outrider, Amber had really crammed the night prior, reading the whole addendum and the pocket dictionary front to back.
Still... The words were so strange! All full of weird repetitions and grammatical nuance that totally changed the meaning depending on the slightest little things!
Amber had her nose buried in the dictionary at headquarters when Jean melodically called for her attention. The brunette looked up, golden eyes declaring her fearless resolve and eagerness.
“Amber?” Jean said, the woman’s soft eyes quietly pleading for assistance… even if everything else about her body language said quite the opposite, “It appears something came up with Kaeya this morning. He says he will be unable to carry out his patrol and asks-”
“Leave it to me!” The girl sprang up from her desk, snapping the book closed and pumping her fist, “Outrider Amber, at the ready!”
As Amber nodded, the bunny ears on her ribbon flopped back and forth.
Jean softly laughed, ever thankful for her subordinate’s enthusiasm. She daintily handed the younger woman a map of Kaeya’s routes.
Amber snatched it up and gave a two-fingered salute on her way out the door. In truth, she was happy to get out of the city.
Kaeya’s route would take her to the Thousand Winds Temple, along the beach down to Windrise and Dadaupa Gorge. Quite a lot to ask on top of her usual route but she was ready for anything!
Of course it would have been faster to run right out the front gate… but Amber instead chose the more ‘efficient’ route of climbing up the walls of the Favonius headquarters, gliding to the windmills and then across the rooftops and onto the city gates!
All things considered, it was a rather uneventful patrol. No strange yet respectable travelers to greet, no attacks from ancient dragons or colossal wolves. She climbed up trees or atop ruins, shielding her eyes from the sun and scanning the horizon for trouble.
By mid-afternoon, she had made her way to Dadaupa Gorge, the home to the largest concentration of Hilichurl tribes in Mondstadt. That’s when it suddenly struck her that this would be an excellent opportunity to advance Jean’s so-called Hilichurl Outreach program!
She stood at a cliff overlooking the gorge, at the lake beneath the two mighty fallen oaks, with all manner of Hilichurl fortifications and artifice surrounding the graveyard of swords below.
‘That’s right!’ Amber thought, stroking her chin, ‘Hilichurls are attracted to ancient places. Ruins mostly…’
They definitely were not as mindless as previously thought… and Jean showed great wisdom in trying to win them over instead of letting the Abyss Order have free reign over their hearts and minds! Amber’s heart filled with resolve- she wasn’t going to mess this up, no way!
She looked through her satchel pack for a suitable peace offering.
What did she have to give them, though? A cabbage, a bottle chock full of Whopperflower nectar, some dandelion seeds and… oh, of course! Wrapped up in a bundle, her famous Outrider Champion’s Steak! The book said they liked meat so that was a sure-fire way to win them over.
Amber jumped off one of the gorge’s windswept cliffs and began to glide down towards the lake below. Some cryo slimes were oozing along lazily, wiggling and wobbling along the surface. She avoided them and climbed the southernmost path to the Hilichurls’ encampment.
At the foot of the hill, she eyed a pair of them on guard duty. Well… one was completely on his side asleep and the other had his weapons down on the ground as he slapped a dead fish against a nearby tree for… whatever reason.
The Outrider put away her bow and took her bundle in hand, unraveling it so the steak was presented clearly in front. She walked slowly, without fear or aggression.
She got within a stone’s throw from the two Hilichurls before the fish whacker noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye and suddenly growled and jumped up.
“Yawww!” tossing the fish, he grabbed his weapons and roused his sleepy companion from slumber.
The two of them squared off against her… and then relaxed, realizing that she hadn’t come there to do battle. They were still apprehensive, to be sure, but it seemed as if they were at least willing to hear her out!
“Uh…” The girl blinked, “Ahem! Dadu… bibu.. Upa? Wimba wombuh Amber!”
It was impossible to tell exactly what they were thinking behind their wooly masks, yet their body language indicated a certain… curiosity at her words. It wasn’t all lost on them, it seemed!
Amber pushed the steak out in front of her. It was honestly a miserable example of the culinary arts. One side was completely uncooked- the other horribly burnt. Fortunately Hilichurls probably didn’t have the most refined palette to begin with, which was likely something they had in common with the young woman.
“Baba lulu… una?” Amber’s confidence was a bit shaken as she struggled to remember exactly how to perform the handbook-approved greeting in the Hilichurl tongue.
“Ruru, una!” The fish-whacker cried, jumping forward and snatching the steak out of her hands. He turned his back to her, thwarting whatever curiosities she might have had about what they looked like under the mask. His companion soon joined him and together they scarfed down the steak in record time.
A moment later they turned back around, masks perfectly back in place. A shame she couldn’t sneak a peek… but maybe Amber would get the chance if she asked nicely. She dug into the deepest recesses of her memory for the right words.
“Wawa mita… bokuboku una?” She asked.
“Bokuboku?” The Hilichurl questioned.
“Yes! Bokuboku!” Amber enthusiastically nodded. She was pretty sure that meant ‘meeting’- and that she had just asked if she could meet their shaman or their chieftain. ...Or something like that! ‘Meeting’ was the most important part anyways.
The two Hilichurls looked to one another… and then fish-whacker grabbed Amber’s wrist and led her up the path into their camp. He seemed quite excited to introduce her to the rest of the tribe.
It was working! They were inviting her into their home! Amber started to wonder if this was this the first time a human had EVER gotten such an intimate view of Hilichurl society? It was pretty thrilling stuff to be a trailblazing anthropologist all of the sudden!
Even through their masks, she could feel a dozen eyes on her as she was led into the village. They brought her to a large hut where she saw much of the tribe had gathered within. At the center of the congregation, there stood a gargantuan Mitachurl, the biggest and strongest of his kin. Fish-whacker and his sleepy friend presented her before the mighty goliath.
The chieftain lumbered out from the hut, mercifully leaving beside his weapon. Still, he was an imposing sight- nearly twice as tall as any of the others and covered in ebon black fur. His great horned mask was appropriately intimidating for his station.
“Bukubuku!” Fish-whacker cried.
“Bukubuku?” The chief growled, his voice rumbling baritone.
“R-right!” The girl nodded, jabbing her thumb into her chest, “I am Outrider Amber. Here for a… Bukubuku!”
“Ghrmmm.” The Mitachurl stroked his chin, or at least- the chin of his mask. Then he shrugged and lazily gestured to his subjects, “Biki baki bombom.”
“Bukubuku!” They all cheered in unison, “Bukubuku!~”
Amber was starting to think that… maybe she had said the wrong thing. The more she heard that particular word, the more she was uncertain of its meaning.
She quickly pulled out Musk’s pocket dictionary and hastily thumbed through the pages. All the while, unbeknownst to her, the Hilichurls were rapidly disrobing- throwing off their roughspun loincloths and whatever other obstructions there were to nudity- everything except their masks.
When Amber got to the word ‘Bukubuku’, her eyes widened at the terrible revelation. It meant ‘meeting’ alright, but in a very literal way. That is to say, meeting one’s genitals to another. Her eyes got very large and her ribbon’s bunny-ears curled in humiliation as her cheeks turned bright red.
She looked over a few of the other words, as quickly as she could… and only then did Amber realize what she had promised them. She promised them ‘Bukubuku’.
The girl gulped, dropping to her knees and looking up at the now very naked tribe of Hilichurls hooting and dancing around her, all reveling in their imminent gratification. Mercifully the Mitachurl seemed to abstain from the celebrations. Unbeknownst to her, that was because Hilichurls believed going last was more of an honor than going first… but of course the handbook mentioned nothing of the sort!
Amber sighed. She had made a promise… and a Knight of Favonius doesn’t go back on her word! Moreover, if she had gotten this far already and suddenly backed out… it might make it all the more difficult for the next human trying to earn their trust!
She was a representative of not just the Knights but all of Mondstadt! Maybe even all of humanity!
Amber stiffened her back, closed her eyes shut, and inhaled deeply through her nostrils. She grabbed her white top and pulled it down in one fearless and brazen motion, exposing her pert and pale breasts, decorated by two pink puffy nipples.
The Hilichurls yammered and yowled in delight. Some started to dance. Others stroked themselves.
“Hnh~” She blushed harder, admitting a certain… excitement at the thought of so many eyes on her all at once.
For the first time she looked at them properly, at their own nakedness. So many different colored… cocks! Some blue or purple, some crimson, and one was even green. All of them swollen and throbbing with arousal. She wasn’t exactly an expert on the male anatomy… but wasn’t altogether unfamiliar with it either. They seemed a little bit more bumpy than a human’s was supposed to be. Probably a little thicker than average too. Her golden eyes went from one to the next, again and again until she had gotten a good look at each and every one of their members.
So she was really going to have to ‘Bukubuku’ all of them? Her thoughts and concerns began to race as they approached her, each and every one hungry and desirous.
“Wait!” She said, pushing her hands out in two directions. She suddenly remembered something that might make this a little… easier.
Amber sat down and unceremoniously wiggled off her short shorts. She made no effort to undress in any kind of sexy manner, yet still the Hilichurls found it tantalizing all the same.
In a moment she was bottomless, panties included, her womanhood hidden by the way she pressed her knees together. They caught only glimpses and peeks, until Amber dug through her satchel and retrieved the bottle of Whopperflower nectar!
It was a honey-substance, sweet and gooey and quite wondrous for the skin (unlike slime condensate!)... which meant, in a pinch, it was pretty good for lubrication. Of course she never needed it for something like this before but… well, desperate times call for desperate measures.
The outrider spread her legs, revealing to the tribe her small tuft of brown hair adorning a tight little pussy, barely a slit from what the Hilichurls could see. She hesitated for a moment… and then poured the bottle’s contents.
Down came the nectar drizzling over her sex, covering it in a golden glaze akin to her namesake. It was surprisingly warm… and quite pleasant besides! She took her spare hand and rubbed it in, fingers kneading the gooey honey into her sex.
“Ngh.” She winced. It… felt really good, actually!
“Gyoh! Whappa wipwap!” The Mitachurl shouted, commands at the others. A pair of his underlings ran away, seemingly happy to obey the order.
Alas, that was it for Amber’s whopperflower nectar. She had poured it all out, and now it was dribbling down her groin and onto her thighs- and a little bit into her butt… but mostly it was oozing upon the grassy earth beneath her.
“Okay!” the girl nodded, “Um… Amber’s ready for… bukubuku!”
Hilichurl outreach, commence!
A frenzy of hands swarmed over her, lifting her up off of the ground. Jeering in delight, the tribe crowd-surfed Amber over to their large central hut. The Mitachurl nodded approvingly with a grunt, his gaze following the girl as his underlings carried her over.
Their hands groped and fondled as they held her up, greedily squeezing her soft thighs and butt cheeks in particular. One grubby hand made its way all the way up to her exposed breast, his fingers kneading her nipple, pushing it like a button or wiggling it around. Amber let out a yelp, squirming from the myriad of sensations.
They set her down on a pile of quilts inside the hut, those not occupied with moving her now dancing and chanting in a circle around her. Two Hilichurls returned with a giant pot, lugging it between them and slamming it onto the ground. Something was sloshing around inside.
They popped open the oversized cork and her nostrils instantly informed her of its contents- lots and lots of Whopperflower nectar… her ad-hoc lube!
Just by chance, her hands reached out into the crowd and soon found themselves touching their most manly of things!~ Her fingers wrapped around their shafts and she quickly went to work pumping her fists over them. With so many bodies around her, Amber had to fumble around with her sense of touch more than sight or sound. Smell certainly was a factor- that sweet nectar was potent… and everywhere it touched her body, she felt so very warm.
She did manage to catch a glimpse of some Hilichurls grabbing handfuls of the stuff out of the pot and slathering their dicks with it. It dripped like oozing honey and she admitted feeling a certain… thirst at the sight.
Before she could really settle into any one position, a Hilichurl flipped her over, exposing the girl’s big bottom to the air.
“Gagu bapa bipboop!”
She felt one hand cupping her sex, running fingers between her womanly folds while another Hilichurl heaped globs of sweet nectar onto her butt. Amber yelped when a finger coated in the stuff probed at her ass. After a little bit of testing, he then plunged inside! The Hilichurl wriggled it around, getting her nice and ready for something larger…
It could have been worse! It was even a little enjoyable… in a humiliating ‘getting groped and manhandled by Hilichurls’ kind of way. Soon she was hoisted into the crowd, where she was set upon the lap of a green skinned shaman. The others helped her into position as he angled his cock just so… and down she went, impaled upon his rather sizable manhood. It slid in with ease, the slippery nectar lube gliding between their bodies until her outer lips met his very base. Amber’s eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment.
“Ngh.” She winced, “B-bit of a tight fit, don’t you think?”
The outrider had no idea how to translate that… nor did it much matter at this point. As she leaned forward to hug the beastly humanoid, another came up behind, lifting her by the cheeks and pressing his cock against her rear entrance.
She was still soaking and dripping from all the warm goop they had put in there before. He slipped a few times trying to enter her and then, on the fourth or fifth try, he suddenly pushed forward and filled her. Amber’s cheeks turned red and the rabbit ears of her ribbon sprang to attention.
“Yaow!” The Hilichurl cried out in delight behind her.
If it was a tight fit before, now she was feeling absolutely stuffed… they started sliding back and forth, pumping their cocks in and out of her holes. She felt them practically rubbing against each other inside of her, so thin were the walls between their thick meat.
Amber held onto the shaman as they fucked her in an uneven and frenzied rhythm. Now that she had gotten over the initial… shock of double penetration, it was actually quite pleasurable. She couldn’t help but let out little gasps and sighs, “Ah hah~ hah~”
They were touching her in more ways that she ever thought possible, from inside and out… her juices were mingling with the sweet nectar, coating the shaman’s green cock in a filmy mixture.
With an exerted groan, the shaman’s whole body seized up… and he added his own thick contribution to the swirl of fluids leaking out of her pussy- one part slippery whopperflower nectar, one part watery girlcum, and one part thick Hilichurl spunk.
Amber let out a moan and hugged the shaman in a tight embrace, both with her arms and with… other parts.
She was still cumming long after he was, her pussy gripping him and refusing to let go. He was rapidly losing his erection within her and after just a few moments, his wet cock flopped out of her sex with a cummy splash.
All the while, the Hilichurl fucking her ass hadn’t let up for a moment. He grabbed her cheeks hard and drove into her, reckless and wild. As soon as his comrade in double penetration was spent, he totally let loose and drove her forward into the shaman. Yelping and howling, he came just a few moments later.
Just as Amber was coming down from her own orgasmic bliss, the flooding sensation in her ass propelled her right back to where she was. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, “OoooooAAAAAHH!”
-and she came again, her contractions gushing of what remained of the shaman’s cum back all over his cock and abdomen.
The Hilichurl behind her rutted into her with a few more low and melodramatic thrusts, growling and groaning… until he too was completely spent. He withdrew, his cock leaving her tight ass with a ‘pop!’ and adorning her pucker with a bead of creamy white. Amber let out a deep exhale, which forced out some of his semen down her thigh…
“W-whew.” Amber breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes half-closed and her cheeks flushed red.
But her respite was only for a moment. Two Hilichurls grabbed her by the biceps, hoisting her off of the shaman and laying her down on the floor atop another, this one blue skinned. Working her like some kind of piece of a cog on a clock, they wedged his upright cock between her buttcheeks and slammed her down. A heaping explosion of nectar and cum splattered out in every direction. The feeling was… incredible! “Haaah!~” Amber cried out, putting both her hands onto her blushing cheeks. By her now her nipples were rock-hard, even without any kind of stimulation.
She leaned back, planting her palms on each side of the Hilichurl beneath her. The cummy mixture from her pussy oozed down onto his cock impaling her ass… no doubt it was the most tantalizing target for her next partner- a crimson-skinned brave scratching his belly as he approached.
Amber looked across the way at him, biting her lip.
He grabbed her knees and lifted her legs up, making it a little… awkward if he meant to fuck her pussy. Amber blinked in confusion… and then realized what he was trying to do. She felt his cock prodding at her rear entrance, against the shaft of his comrade already within!
“W-wait!” She called out in vain. They couldn’t understand her.
This one, it seemed, was absolutely determined to take her ass. He pushed and pushed, wriggled and squeezed- until finally, in the instant where the other Hilichurl’s blue-tinted-pink cockhead momentarily slipped out- he slipped in! They both did, driving together up her ass and stretching her to the absolute limit.
Amber’s eyes rolled into the back of her head yet again and she went limp. If she had the wherewithal to make heads or tails of her situation, she might have realized that they were rubbing her g-spot with her own womanly walls, sheerly by virtue of cramming their cocks in so tight! It made her cum again, a fresh gush of girlcum shooting between the narrow confines of her pussy. The last of the nectar splattered out onto the crimson Hilichurl’s belly, propelled by the girl’s forceful ejaculations.
Her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth as they continued fucking her silly- not until she was satisfied but until they had their fill. Luckily… she was getting plenty of gratification along the way.
A pair of strong arms from beneath wrapped around her body, pinning her in place and keeping her limp noodle spine from flopping all over the place as her blue lover pummeled her.
Her mind went blank, nothing coming out of her mouth but wordless moans, giggles, and perhaps a terrible mumbling attempt at “Bukubuku~”
She fell in and out of orgasmic oblivion, four or five more times- she lost count. Amber was in the middle of another when the two Hilichurls pounding her ass went into convulsions of their own. They cried out, pushing their hips as far as they could go… and then let out twin jets of thick semen deep into her rear. It washed down over their lengths and poured out from her entrance all over the blue Hilichurl’s lap and thighs… and a little bit more onto the stone floor.
Amber was still shaking, her whole body tingling like she’d just been zapped by an electro slime. As the crimson Hilichurl let go of her knees, they fell to the side in an almost painful-looking split. He pulled away, cock dripping, and his absence left her with such a strange feeling of void… even as her ass tightened back up, Amber had gotten used to that peculiar ‘fullness’.
The other one rolled her off of him with little ceremony, leaving the outrider as little more than a heap of dead weight, fucked silly and pumped full of more cum than sense.
“Unnnhhh…” Just as she was starting to regain her senses, lifting her head up to groggily take measure of her surroundings, a Hilichurl squatted down low beside her head and started to let out the guttural sounds of relief… as he poured a load of hot cum onto her hair, glazing her red ribbon and goggles.
“Aaahhahaha, stop!~” she playfully turned away, rolling to the other side with what little strength she had left… where yet another Hilichurl awaited her, cock in hand. Amber thrust out her hands just in time, shielding her face and chest from the onslaught of cum. Instead it splattered all over her red gloves, so thick that she felt a little bit of a moistness on her bare skin right through the material…
The outrider collapsed, panting as she looked across the hut for the next… attack? Luckily, it seemed like she had satisfied them all.
Except… of course, the chieftain. The mighty Mitachurl, who towered over his brethren. Oh right. The biggest one.
His footfalls made the whole hut quake and he had to dip his head low in order to fit under the main entrance. Amber brought a hand up to her bare chest, gulping in anticipation. His cock was already pushing aside his loincloth, flimsy as it was, and was already dripping with precum. He went last, out of some tribal custom hitherto unknown to humanity, and was all the more eager for it.
Looking at it head on, she couldn’t get a good measure of its length… but length wasn’t what worried her. That thick was ginormously thick! She was gonna need a LOT more lube than what they had on hand…
The mitachurl hunched over like a feral beast on all fours, spreading her legs and pinning her by the shoulder onto the ground with one hand. He angled his giant cock for her pussy, brushing up against her womanly lips… and slipped! Amber shuddered at the feeling- his whole head gliding right on past. Then he tried again… and slipped again! Each attempt sent tingles up her spine- half from the pleasure itself and half out of relief.
Yet there was still… a curiosity. She did wonder what it would be like… what it would feel like to take a cock THAT large. So far everything scary about sex had turned out to be amazing! Amber was nothing if not courageous…
Alas, on the ninth attempt to enter her, the Mitachurl let out a frustrated shout and let her go, pounding the earth beside her. It felt like a minor tremor, a terrible display of the mighty chieftain’s might!
He hoisted her up in one hand, standing upright. Amber clung to his neck for support… and then felt something hot and hard (and a little wet) probing at her thighs. She blinked… and suddenly felt her whole body being pushed down. “Whooah!~”
That mighty ebon cock was now between her legs, parallel to her torso, thick veins against her leather corset and his head rubbing against her modest breasts.
Amber blinked again. She… wasn’t sure exactly what kind of position this was- but had to admit there was something utterly exhilarating about the sheer strength and heat exuding from the mass of manly meat between her thighs- against her stomach and between her petite tits. She found herself grinding her pussy up against one particularly prominent vein. Amber bit the corner of her lip, sheepishly daring to improve the situation in her own little way.
To the other Hilichurls, it looked like he had her in some kind of lurid bridal carry. The strength of his cock alone seemed to support her weight, thus freeing their chieftain to use his powerful hands to move her as he pleased.
So she started to slide up and down… and he started to roll his hips in sync. Up and down she went alongside the Mitachurl’s massive cock, her pussy gliding along every inch of that wonderful throbbing vein… with one arm clinging to his shoulder for support, she tucked her other hand in, planting her palm on his large cockhead and pulling it close to her chest, until she could practically feel his heartbeat through it, and he could feel her own.
Up and down her whole body went, faster and faster. At the lowest point, she felt his balls slap against her bare behind. Thick weighty things they were… and at the highest point, the pungent scent of precum graced her nostrils. So close she could stick her tongue out and meekly lap up a little taste.
“Ghhhrrh~” He groaned, his whole body rocking as he guided her up and down. She helped him along what little she could, which mostly meant grinding her hips and dragging her pussy against his massive rod.
“Mmmhhh~” Amber weakly moaned.
She couldn’t wait...
“GHHHR!” He groaned louder, his whole-body thrusting of her body getting faster and more aggressive.
“Aaah!~” She replied, panting and gasping.
“GRAAAGGHH!” He let out from behind the mask, craning his head backwards and seizing up every part of his body not currently occupied with using her as some kind of fuck toy.
Amber let out a gasp… and then quickly reached up to put her goggles on before it was too late. Just a split second later she felt something powerful coursing between the throbbing manhood between her thighs. She felt it pumping, quivering, pulsating…
-and then it exploded out from his tip. It struck her with enough force to send her head reeling back, the thick rope climbing all the way up to her forehead and landing onto her cheek and atop one breast. Now prepared for the sheer velocity of a Mitachurl’s ejaculation, Amber took the next spurt in stride. It hit her warm and wet in her neck. All the while he kept shoving her body up and down his length, his cum erupting out at different spots all across her upper body, from her breasts to her face. An arc flew up so high it came back down halfway onto the top of her head (depressing one of her bunny ears all the way down) and halfway upon the floor.
Cum and cum he did, again and again, letting out howls as he fucked her thighs and drained his balls. Amber barely held onto his body, clinging to the scruff around his neck with one hand and keeping his tip close to her chest with the other.
She was reduced to a giggly mess, smiling wide as her face grew increasingly buried beneath the deluge. Of course, she had nothing to fear with her trusty goggles on!
After what seemed like a neverending torrent of Mitachurl cum, the chieftain grew fatigued and let her down. Her legs were wobbly and she fell in slow motion to her knees not longer after.
The outrider adjusted the goggles and sighed, looking around her. As the Mitachurl panted and recuperated, the rest of the Hilichurls were dancing and singing, cocks flopping around… with some getting stiff again.
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As night fell over the City of Freedom, Jean looked out the window of her office with a look of concern reflected off the glass back to her.
Lisa yawned from behind her, then asked, “Is something the matter, Jean?”
The acting grandmaster turned around, “It’s Amber. I sent her to pick up the slack with Kaeya’s patrol routes and she still hasn’t returned…”
Lisa touched a single dainty finger to her lips thoughtfully, “Mm. I see... Well, you know how she is- all fired up with that youthful energy, I bet she’s chasing some seelie all the way to the Dragonspine or something.”
Jean softly laughed, thankful for the consolation. Still… she couldn’t help but worry, and Lisa could tell just by looking at her.
“How about this?” Lisa offered, “I’ll go check up on her, alright? That way, you don’t have to worry.”
The blonde closed her eyes and smiled, “Thank you…”
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Back at the Hilichurl camp, Amber had lost a few more articles of clothing- her red hoodie was gone, as was one of her white knee-high boots.
She sat around a campfire with the whole tribe… absolutely covered in cum. She was panting, and half of the Hilichurls were sleeping off their sexual exhaustion by the fire.
The shaman wobbled over to her, presenting her an offering in a handmade plate of Hilichurlian artifice. She took it graciously, nodding with a smile, and found it to be a rather… bleak looking hunk of meat, almost as if it felt sorry for itself for being a sorry excuse for a steak.
Lacking any real silverware, she bent her head low and took a bite out of the suspicious steak, tearing off a gamey piece and spending an eternity chewing until finally she gulped it down.
“...Mm!” She nodded, “This is pretty good!”
The hilichurls hooted in delight, gladdened by her approval. Just as she was about to undertake the monumental and time-consuming task of taking a second bite, a familiar voice called out to her from the entrance of the camp.
“Ah~” Lisa said in… something of a moan, “Here’s where you’ve been.”
Amber perked up, bunny ears straightening, and she waved her arm excitedly, “Over here!”
Lisa covered her mouth and softly laughed, “Oh, I see you alright… so this is where you’ve been.”
Seeing that Amber and Lisa knew each other, the tribe made no effort to arm themselves or prepare a defense.
The outrider set down the plate with the sudden realization of the time! “Shoot! I really made Jean worry, didn’t I?”
“You sure did, sweetie…” Lisa sauntered over, crossing her arms with a motherly sigh of exasperation, “Ara ara~ I see you’ve been having fun with the Hilichurls...”