Sally, and she doesn't look happy

Hilda's eyes fly open and her face burns beat red as she falls over, squealing in shock as her orgasm is completely ruined.

Sally is standing over her, her hands resting on her non-existent hips.

"This is what you've been doing this whole time?!" The naked, petite woman asks angrily.

Hilda tries to cover her hot, crimson-tinted face with her sticky hands, inadvertently smearing her shameful juices all over her own face and air.

"I'm s-sorry m-mistress," the weak warrior whimpers like a scolded child as she squirms on the ground.

"You were gone for so long, I was getting worried that something might have happened," Sally says as she drinks in the pitiful sight of her lover, and starts to feel her own arousal building.

Sally runs her barefoot along Hilda's puffy, leaky slit, collecting more than a little feminine slime and eliciting a moan from the increasingly submissive ex-knight. "I guess I was right, even if it wasn't exactly what I was thinking had happened..."

Hilda tries to roll over onto her side, and cover up her most obvious shame, but Sally gently places her cunny-honey-covered foot between her lover's ample bosom and stops her.

"Lick it clean," Sally orders, a shiver running through her spine at the thought of ordering her former boss around.

Hilda's eyes go wide at the order. "W-what?" She finally manages to croak out.

Sally moves her foot to Hilda's face and forcefully replays. "Lick. It. Clean."

"How DARE you order me around like this! I'm a noble! You're just a peasant! If anything, you should be servicing ME!" ...is what Hilda would normally say. It's what she wants to say.

"...'kay," Is what she says instead, practically whispering the word as she sticks her tongue out and gets to work.

An electric current courses through the two women's bodies as the witch's curse continues to affect and alter both of them, providing Hilda with greater and greater pleasure each time she humiliates and embarrasses herself, while Sally finds her pussy pleasantly tingling each time she dominates her former employer.

"Goooooood giiiiirl," Sally moans as she closes her eyes, a trickle of her own juices getting collected by her massive, jungle-like bush.

Hilda simply coos and chirps as she sucks on Sally's big toe, tasting herself in the process. "Sowwy," she finally manages to say in-between licks.

Serving mistress feels so good... so... right.

"I forgive you, girl, but we really do need to find clothing," Sally says, as she withdraws her foot, much to Hilda's weak protests.

"Okay..." The former noble woman says with a sigh as she struggles to her weak, shaky knees, finally steadying herself with Sally's help.

The peasant-turned-mistress leans in close to Hilda, nibbles on her ear, and whispers "but that doesn't mean I wont punish you properly tonight..."

Hilda gasps in shock and blushes, her cunny cream once-again dribbling down her legs at the implication.