Brit could only shake her head in response to his questions. Feeling suddenly weak from all of the pleasure she was experiencing, she quickly moved forward, away from the binding tentacles. Panting, she whispered, "Enough! I cannot take anymore. Not yet, anyhow. This body..." She gulped for air and wheezed. "It's still so new to me...Where can I go to rest? I need sleep!" She looked back into Mordred's red eyes, but no longer felt lust. Instead, she was exhausted and in need of sleep. Then food...lots of food. "Please?"