Her tentacles relax slightly as you speak, the grip loosening just enough to allow her prey some breath. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, and her eyes flutter shut, her body still trembling from the intense release she's been granted. She growls softly, her voice thick with pleasure and submission as she leans into your touch.

"Mmm... yes..." she rasps hoarsely, "That was... enough." Her claws slide free of your flesh at last, leaving red lines in their wake.

Her tentacles relax fully as she leans against you, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. "I... don't know," she rasps, feeling a strange sensation deep within her core. "It's never happened to me before." She shrugs helplessly, unsure of what the feeling means or if it even matters. For now, all that matters is the satisfaction she feels from being with you and the dominance you so willingly grant her.