The pleasure he forcibly wrought in her resounded, rebounding and rippling back through herself as she arched and thrashed in the chains, until finally his hands stilled, and mouth left her as well. She could smell the familiar scent of her self upon his face as he bent low over her, but the fading sensation left her feeling oddly weak and languid - as if she'd swum for hours, used all her muscles and yet even moreso.<br/><br/>She watched him drink, and was very aware of the cottony sensation that had crept into her mouth and now-ragged throat as she'd screamed inarticulately at the ceiling, and she bit her tongue in the raw space where her front teeth had been to keep from licking her lips, even when he knelt beside her. "You think that will enslave me? I do not know who gave you the touch of the mother, but I know such things are not yours alone to grant. I have seen Her spirit take others." Nonetheless, her expression grew faintly quizzical - trying to fathom why the Great Mother would grant scum such as this the blessing of her mating touch.