Brit whines with displeasure as he pulls out of her. But, as Mordred pulls out his cock, a delicious, though unfamiliar, odor assaults her nose. Grabbing at his hips, she pulls herself to him, settling on her knees lightly, his tentacles still supporting her somewhat. Inhaling deeply, her ears flutter happily. Taking hold of his cock in one hand, she leans forward to lick him from base to tip, groaning as the scent becomes a wondrous taste in her mouth. It is nothing like anything she's had before, but she wants more. Lapping hungrily at him, as though his cock were an ice cream about to melt, she swirls her tongue around the tip as she moans with pleasure. Closing her eyes, her ears and tail flicking about, she takes him into her mouth and suckles him like a baby calf on the teat.