Susan.

Susan looked down at Luna, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Get on your knees and eat me slut." Daphne grinned.

Susan looked up at her new mistress with a mix of awe and apprehension. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so...free. With a nod, she obeyed, her knees hitting the cold stone floor with a gentle thud. She took a moment to appreciate Daphne's beauty, the way her pussy glistened with excitement and the way her full breasts swayed slightly with each breath.

Daphne spread her legs wider, giving Susan a full view of her wet, pink pussy. "Don't hold back," she instructed, her voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Susan's spine. "I want to feel your tongue just like you felt Luna's."

Susan took a deep breath, her heart racing as she leaned in. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of sweet and salty that had her craving more. She tentatively licked along Daphne's slit, feeling the older witch's thighs quiver against her cheeks. It was strange, yet incredibly arousing, to be in this position of power and submission with someone she had once seen as just a friend.

Daphne's hands found Susan's hair, guiding her as she began to explore. The redhead's grip grew firmer, her hips moving in rhythm with Luna's ministrations. It was a dance of desire, and Susan was eager to learn the steps. She watched as Daphne's expression contorted into one of pure ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed Susan's face deeper into her wetness.

Luna, not to be forgotten, took the opportunity to slip her hand between her own legs, her fingers sliding easily into her soaking wet slit. She watched the scene before her with wide eyes, her breath catching in her throat as she masturbated, feeling more alive than she had in a very long time.

"Stop." Daphne ordered Luna. "That's my pussy to play with not yours."

Luna's hand jerked away from her cunt as if it had been burned. She looked up at Daphne, her eyes wide with apology and need.

"Good," Daphne purred, "Remember, your pleasure is only mine to give."

Susan, lost in the haze of her newfound lust, took over Luna's role with surprising enthusiasm. She eagerly licked and sucked at Daphne's clit, her own desires swirling with the thrill of serving. The blonde's eyes never left Daphne's, seeking approval as she worked her tongue. Daphne's moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with Susan's rhythm. Luna watched, her own hand back at her clit, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she saw Daphne's pleasure build.

The castle's walls seemed to pulse with the energy of their passion, as Susan's inexperience was quickly replaced by a fiery determination to please. Daphne's legs tightened around Susan's head, her fingernails digging into the redhead's shoulders as she approached her climax. "Yes, yes, just like that," she hissed, her voice a mix of pleasure and command.

With a final, **** cry, Daphne's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. She ground herself against Susan's face, her juices flowing freely as she came. The warmth and wetness of Daphne's climax painted Susan's face, and she felt a strange sense of pride in being the one to bring her mistress to such heights of pleasure.

As Daphne's tremors began to subside, she leaned down to kiss Susan, her taste mingling with her own. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice breathless. "You're a natural."

With a smirk, Daphne reached for the collar and leash she kept by the door. It was made of the same gleaming silver that adorned Luna's neck, a symbol of their bond and submission. She fastened it around Susan's neck with a firm click, the cool metal feeling surprisingly comforting against the redhead's flushed skin.

"Rise," she commanded, and Susan complied, the collar sitting snug against her throat, the leash dangling between her breasts. The weight of it was surprisingly erotic, a constant reminder of her new status.

With a flick of her wrist, Daphne tugged the leash, leading Susan and Luna through the castle corridors. They followed obediently, their naked bodies bouncing with each step. The cool stone floor felt strange under their bare feet, but the chill only heightened their arousal. Daphne knew that every pair of eyes that fell on them would see their submission, and it thrilled her to no end.