No.

The busty brunette stalked towards Jenny’s master (for that was what he was, even if she wasn’t ready to acknowledge it) as he continued to ignore the blonde bombshell on her knees before him. “Is there a problem, Caroline?” he asked, “Do you have some objection to this?” he clarified, one hand casually wrapping itself in Jenny’s hair, pulling her against him so hard her nose flattened against his belly and his cock slipped past her gag reflex before it could activate.

“I’m just curious how you did this? I felt no use of power. Have you grown so skilled, my apprentice?”

“My name is Eli and I am no longer your apprentice, Caroline,” Jenny’s master replied as he held her head easily against her belly despite her body’s half-hearted efforts to pull back, as two competing needs, one for oxygen, the other for cock fought it out.

“Fine. Eli, have you grown so skilled? Could you hide the power usage to break her will, from me?” Caroline asked.

“No,” Eli admitted as he released Jenny’s head and let her pull back slowly, his cock sliding out from her throat, then out her lips as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, using every trick she knew to try to bring his attention back to her, or at least **** a groan, a moan, anything that would indicate that she was more than a useful mouth to fuck. She was so focused on that, on sucking his cock, that the conversation going on two feet above her head, escaped her completely.

“Then how?” Caroline asked.

“It doesn’t take any power to make people give in to their nature. All it takes is the Will and confidence. Look at her,” he commanded.

“I see a beautiful woman, confident in the fact that she’s a sensual being, proud and strong,” Caroline replied.

“That’s because you aren’t human,” Eli replied, ripping Jenny off his cock and lifting her to her feet by her hair. “Look at this face, that’s not pride in those eyes, it’s arrogance, waiting to be broken, eager for it. Look at the outfit, that’s not sensual. It’s not even sexual, it’s slutty. She wants to be commanded, to be broken, to be mastered. That’s why she’s here, that’s why she’s dressed like this, why she acts like this. I’m just giving her what she wants, which is why I don’t need to use any of your little Fae tricks, to get her to do this,” he shoved Jenny against the bar, “Remove your panties and beg me to fuck you,” he commanded.