Elyre's coat and eyes were hidden in the darkness, the light only just peeking through enough for him to see, and so giving her no chance of being able to see him. As the first tentacle met her panties, the second one wrapped around her other wrist, binding her two hands together, preventing her from stopping the creature from gaining access to her.<br/><br/>As the tentacle poked and prodded at her womanhood through the clothing, Elyre began focusing his energies on reading just what kind of woman she was. Her scent and body language told him royalty, and it excited him. He had never had a person of such manner pass through his lake, nor had he ever had the pleasure of pleasing one. Was it any different from a normal human? They were portrayed as being high and mighty... Powerful. But in his grip, she was powerless. He was the one in control. He decided what she did, and what he did too. No amount of voice commands would make Elyre obey, if he didn't want to.