"Good girl," she purrs, softly, stroking Diadra's hair, as the tentacle worms its way into her mouth; it doesn't quite go down her throat, giving her enough room to breathe, still, though she gets the impression that it could, easily, if it wanted to. "Now, let's get the machine hooked up," she says, grinning, pulling out a device, consisting of two large cups, a box at the center of it, and a number of tubes, connected to a glass bottle, at the bottom. She slides the cups over Diadra's breasts, tying it around the back, ensuring they fit snugly, before turning the machine on. Almost instantly, it begins sucking vigorously, drawing out her milk at an impressive rate, and freeing up the block that keeps her from cumming. "Yes, yes... give me that nectar... I can't wait to taste it," she purrs, delightedly.