“What do you think of me, my little slave? Hmm?” Luna turned a tight circle, showing her sleek body off. “Did I do well?”

“Y-yes, Mistress. Very well.” Fleur nodded readily, her eyes gliding over each inch of her master’s toned, lithe form. “I really like your look, mistress.”

“I’m sure you do, Cerulean.” Luna stopped and lifted a hoof to cup her chin. “I’m sure you do… Now, kiss me, Cerulean.”

“Yes, mistress.” She leaned in to her task with an eager moan, the two mare’s lips pressing together firmly. Luna’s tongue slid forth, filling her mouth very suddenly. Fleur whimpered at the feel, a heat already building in her core. Almost as soon as it began, though, the kiss seemed to stop. Fleur whimpered, a string of drool dangling from her lips.