[Ah, ah, there it is~. The snapping point. Something that'll make him resist, make him angry (and the feeling rolls through it in the best way and it croons softly).

It takes his face in hands that are much stronger than they look, turns his head up by force so he has to look at it.]

Perhaps not yet, but you will be, yes?

I only want the best for you.

[Then there are thin little tendrils creeping up his face, slipping between his lips to pull his mouth open wide.

It kisses his lower lip, pulls back and croons again as another tendril emerges from its back and creeps over its shoulder.]

You'll feel so good, then, pet.