(tangent) Eula's condition – Several weeks later

The sun had barely cleared the city walls when Jean finished the last of her morning reports. She set the quill aside, stretched, and glanced down.

Eula was exactly where she belonged: on her knees beneath the desk, cheek resting against Jean’s inner thigh, soft blue hair slightly mussed. The black leather collar sat snug around her elegant neck, the silver tag resting against her collarbone. A thick, gently vibrating plug filled her ass, the remote resting on Jean’s desk. Her uniform top hung open, heavy breasts free and marked with faint handprints from the night before. The short skirt was pushed up around her waist so that her permanently puffy, cum-slick pussy stayed on display even while she knelt.

She had already been used twice that morning—once by Jean herself before the first reports, and once by a pair of early-shift knights who had simply knocked, received a nod, and taken turns bending the former Spindrift Knight over the windowsill. Eula had thanked them both in that soft, glassy-eyed voice she now used for everything.

Jean reached down and stroked her hair.

“Good morning, Eula.”

The broken knight nuzzled into the touch immediately, a low, contented sound escaping her. “Good morning, Mistress.” Her voice was still faintly hoarse from the previous night’s throat use. “How may I serve?”

Jean smiled the same fond, mildly exasperated smile she always wore when looking at what the Traveler had left her.

“I need you to run errands. Alone today. Lisa is busy with the new alchemical shipment and I have meetings until mid-afternoon.” She listed the tasks slowly, knowing Eula would remember every word. “First the florist for the weekly arrangement. Then the blacksmith for the repaired sword fittings. After that the market for fresh fruit and the special wine the captains requested. Finish at the cathedral—Rosaria left a sealed report for me. Bring it back here.”

Eula’s eyes, already soft and slightly vacant, brightened with eager obedience. “Yes, Mistress.”

Jean unclipped the short office leash and replaced it with the longer walking one. She also removed the ring gag for the moment; Eula’s mouth would be needed for speaking to vendors, though everyone in the city already knew the blue-haired knight rarely needed many words anymore.

“You may walk at a normal pace,” Jean instructed, “but you will accept any use offered. You do not refuse. You do not hurry people along. If someone wants to breed you, you present and take it. If they want your mouth, you kneel. If they want to keep you for a while, you stay until they are finished. Understood?”

Eula’s thighs pressed together. A fresh trickle of mixed cum ran down one pale leg. Her voice came out breathy with genuine hunger.

“Understood, Mistress. This pussy belongs to anyone who wants it. I will not refuse. I will not rush. I will come home full.”

Jean gave the plug remote a brief higher setting just to watch Eula’s eyes flutter and her hips twitch. Then she turned it back down and patted the knight’s cheek.

“Good girl. Off you go.”

Eula rose on slightly unsteady legs, adjusted nothing about her open uniform or exposed, dripping cunt, and stepped out of the office with the leash coiled neatly in one hand so she could offer it to the first person who asked.

The headquarters corridors were already busy. Two knights heading to the training grounds stopped her almost immediately.

“Morning, Eula.” One of them tugged the leash from her fingers without ceremony. “Jean sending you out?”

“Yes, Sir. Errands.”

“Perfect. Bend over the railing for a minute first.”

Eula turned, planted her hands on the stone banister overlooking the main hall, and arched her back without a single word of protest. Her skirt was already up. The knight who had taken the leash simply pushed the plug a little deeper, lined up, and sank into her soaked, well-used pussy in one smooth thrust.

Eula moaned openly, pushing back to meet him.

“Thank you for using me, Sir…”

He fucked her with the casual efficiency of a man who had done this a dozen times. Wet, filthy sounds echoed in the corridor. A few passing knights glanced over, smirked, and continued on their way. One paused long enough to feed his cock into Eula’s open, eager mouth while his comrade used her cunt. She sucked greedily, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, hips rolling to take every stroke.

They finished inside her within minutes—first the one in her pussy, flooding her already messy womb, then the one using her throat. Eula swallowed what she could, licked both of them clean when ordered, and thanked them again in that soft, grateful voice.

The first knight clipped the leash back into her hand and gave her ass a parting slap.

“Good girl. Don’t take too long with those errands… or do. We both know you’ll be delayed.”

Eula only smiled, glassy-eyed and already leaking fresh cum down both thighs, and continued toward the front doors.

Outside, the morning air of Mondstadt was cool and bright. Citizens going about their day offered her the same easy smiles they always did. A baker’s apprentice waved from a doorway.

“Heading to the market later, Eula?”

“Yes. After the florist and the blacksmith.”

“Stop by. I’ll have something for you.”

She nodded happily and kept walking, hips swaying, plug buzzing low and constant, pussy already aching for the next cock.

The florist’s shop was only two streets away.