The next few moments for Niala are a haze of pain. The strike hurt too much, not even if she'd be punched in the cunt should it have hurt so. Not a strike that light. As the enraged Exalt explained, a simple though passed through Niala's mind. 'Oh, so she had those kind of problems because of her nature. Guess she's not-' and the thought is cut off by a forceful foot on her tit.<br/><br/>Even without the force of the charm, or the bond, the Lunar woman would have bowed down and groveled for apology. Not that she could, with Amethyst standing on her, but it was the thought that counted. So she teared up, begging over and over, "Mistress, please, please forgive your little slut!" Each time she repeated the statement, she'd beg a bit more panicked and undignified.<br/><br/>As soon as she was let up, Niala would take the whole length as far down her throat as possible, sucking and licking as best as she could. She'd go along with any thrusting Amethyst did, let the hermaphrodite pull her hair, anything in apology.