She lays there for some time, not moving, hardly even breathing.  She's so full of his liquids she feels like a water balloon.  But without his tentacles pressing more of the juice into her, the pressure slowly begins to diminish.  It's partly due to the stuff oozing from her lower holes, but mostly due to her system absorbing it, taking in it's magic.  All except for one little sperm.  The one that reached her innermost sanctuary and pierced it.  The one that is slowly growing into a new life within her.<br/><br/>So she lays there until the pressure is almost gone, until her belly is once more flat.  She's not sure how long it's taken, but it must be at least an hour or two.  It's only then that she really sees these strange little dragon things.  They keep trying to bring her food, but she shoos them away.  She's not hungry right now.  She just wants to be alone.  She needs to think about what just happened and how to try to make the best of it.<br/><br/>But first she needs to get cleaned up.  The cum is hardening on her thighs, making them stick as she moves.  If she has to be here, to deal with these monsters, at least she's going to do it on her terms.  She opens one of the door off the room and discovers the bathroom.  Running the water in the tub, she turns it to an almost searing heat, then rinses as much of the gunk off of her.  She then sets about scrubbing her skin, trying to get the feel of that creature off of her.  It's only when her skin is raw and pink that she stops and heads back into the bedroom.<br/><br/>The creatures are still there, but she carefully ignores them and heads for her clothes.  Redressing herself (minus her undies), she at least feels somewhat normal.  Or at least as normal as she can under these circumstances.