You are not in the least afraid of the creature that has you by the leg... you are enraged. You feel power coursing through you; whether it is from your previous life, or from the Faerie in your body, is a matter that you might pursue at another time. All that matters now is that it pissed you off.

And the pretty, pretty princess is as hungry as she is irate about the cretinous cretaceous monstrosity's attempt to eat her.

In a strange sort of French kiss, you pull the tongue from your shapely leg and run it into your mouth with barely-noticed power, coating it in your saliva and tasting it. Then you... for lack of a better word, you drink the watery lake monster down. Though you gulp multiple times and wind up having a fair amount of taste thrill your buds, it is less like eating a solid thing than consuming a gelatin.

At last the monster, tentacle, tongue, teeth, and all reside in your belly, and a minuscule burp escapes you with a savage grin. In mere moments the massive thing is gone, digested, despite the fact it's mere size in comparison should have split your slender busty frame to pieces. Not significantly changed in the slightest, save perhaps a little more confident and a good deal more ambitious in your hunger, you head off for home...