"No, I am a ."

The thought sends a bolt of arousal through Hilda's body and into her very soul as she attacks the pussy in her face with all of her might.

She licks and kisses Milly's clit, laps at her lips, and nuzzles her face into mistress's crotch.

Milly gasps and moans above her, but Hilda's too busy to catch any of it, just like she fails to notice her new **** collar glowing around her neck.

Hilda thinks about what's happened, and how quickly it all fell away.

Yesterday, you were a strong and important knight, with vast tracks of land and more riches than you knew what to do with. Now you're a naked, submissive, horny, slutty little **** girl, on your knees servicing your mistress, just like you should.

What if the king and his court could see you now? They'd have put you in your rightful place long ago.

Hilda squeezes Milly's ass and swirls her tongue inside her mistress's goopy gash, savoring her sweet flavor. Milly wobbles, clinging to Hilda as she teeters back and fourth, and lets out a high-pitched squeal.

Milly's thighs tighten around her ****, but it doesn't slow Hilda down.

This is the real you, an extension of your mistress. You only exist to serve her however she wishes. You were never a knight, just a slutty little pretender waiting to discover your destiny.

Hilda feels a tapping on her head, and an urge to stop her actions.

"I said stop, ****," gasps Milly. Her sweaty robe clings loosely to her body, the scarf on her head has been shaken loose exposing her fox ears.

The old Hilda would have been surprised to realize she was a fox-girl, but the new, improved one doesn't care.

"Have I offended you mistress?" Hilda says with genuine fear in her voice.

I'd do anything for mistress.

"No, I just need a break," Milly says as she closes up her robe and looks for her discarded panties. "Let's say we go back to my village and continue this on a nice soft bed."

Hilda's heart soars.

Mistress wants to take me home!