The creature watched her, perhaps curious, perhaps something else entirely. Facial expressions were ahrd to understand on this creature, even if it looked human-ish.<br/><br/>With a low, long, rumbling sound that was something between a purr and a growl, the creature stalked closer to her. His tentacles, after removing all but mere scraps of cloth that she desperately hung onto, would move to wrap around her again.<br/><br/>This time, it was her wrists being bound, one tentacle coiling around each, and holding her firmly. He would yank her, as if she were a rag doll, close to him, whereupon his third tentacle would lash out and wrap around her ankles, binding her legs so she could not run.<br/><br/>Her wrists would be released at that point, and she would be left prone in front of him. As he moved to stand above her on all fours, his member would begin to rub along thigh; it's actually hard to tell if he is, perhaps,t easing her, or just having a bit of difficulty of finding where he wants to be.  Perhaps their was even some small amount of niceness here, as he gave the cat-girl time to prepare herself to be violated. Or, perhaps, he wanted to relish in the fear she might, understandably, be feeling right at this moment.