Lucrecia’s reactions were perfect. What had nearly become what the alien considered to be a disaster was quickly turning into a very enjoyable encounter. Of course, the monster was not so foolish as to think his prey would accept his attentions without coercion, but it was obvious she was rapidly succumbing to the pleasures he forced upon her.

Whisperer’s teasing - for that what it truly was now - of the young woman’s breasts only intensified as she became more and more uncomfortable in the confines of her bra. He intended to push the issue until she cried out - either physically or mentally - for the garment to be removed.

The other two maws also proceeded to massage their targets. The tongues spread out over Lucrecia’s abdomen continued to build a wave of soothing sensations that radiated out from her center, while the ones tending her thigh began to drift farther and farther onto the more sensitive inner surface . Once all four of those agile muscles made the transition, Whisperer worked the area for a moment before switching legs again to repeat the process.

The continued touches and caresses all over Lucrecia's body was making it hard to concentrate. She was dimly aware that some motion in her paralysed arm had returned to her, but the pleasurable haze that was clouding her mind stopped her from dwelling on it for more than a second.

The touches on her chest only seemed to grow more intense, pressing and rubbing firmer against her agonizingly sensitive orbs, still trapped in the confining cloth. Another quiet moan escaped her as a few tendrils came close to her aching nipples, warping into an almost-disappointed whimper as they veered away. The process repeated even as her mounds were squeezed by the remaining tentacles, pressing the fabric of her bra tighter against the flesh underneath.

It was rapidly becoming too much for Lucrecia's inexperienced body to handle, her breathing becoming increasingly unsteady as the torturous touches continued. Her back arched further in her captor's grip, pressing her breasts further into his teasing even as the young woman whimpered and gasped, trying to steady herself enough to vocalize her need, the now overwhelming urge to free her trapped bosom from the confining material.

"P-please!" Was all she managed to say, louder than she had intended, voice shaking with barely-contained arousal before the tendrils at her legs shifted onto her inner thighs, just below her plain cloth panties, which were beginning to feel rather damp.

Which the tendrils on her stomach becoming more vigorous in their work as well, Lucrecia's capacity for speech died, all that escaped her lips was a loud moan as the tentacles at her thighs switched limbs again, teasing and caressing the previously-untouched nerves in ways that send maddening shivers of pleasure running through her.
"O-oh god..."

The one-word plea was exactly what Whisperer wanted to hear and all that he needed to hear. Being psychically aware of Lucrecia’s desires - as well as being the cause of them - he knew what she wanted. He’d only wanted to make her admit it to herself; now that she had, there was nothing stopping him from revealing the lovely mounds he had been teasing for so long.

Dextrous tongues deftly worked the catch of Lucrecia’s brassiere, freeing it from her chest. The tentacles holding her arms pulled them over her head and shifted as needed to allow passage of the article. The young woman’s breasts were not uncovered for long, though. As soon as Whisperer had discarded her bra on the table beside her skirt, he engulfed the firm, sensitive orbs with his attendant maws. He sucked them into distended cones even as his tongues renewed their teasing actions - squeezing and rubbing.

The student was so innocent and sensitive that Whisperer could not help but try and make her climax the first time before he ever touched her sex. So he decided not to bother with removing her dampening panties yet. Besides, there was something exciting about the idea of making her cum in her underwear.

His attentions only became more intense now that he had direct access to the girl’s sensitive tit-flesh. He sucked each mound rhythmically, slowly coaxing them to swell even more in his maws. His tongues danced and lapped against the captive cones, even brushing against her nipples from time to time, but never quite fully engaging those sensitive points. Whisperer was keeping that trump card in reserve; to be played when he had pushed her closer to the edge. He hoped to make it the final trigger that unleased the tide of ecstacy he was working to build - to send her over the edge with a single squeeze and tug of both hard, throbbing nubs. Such was his vision anyway. The reality may yet prove far different.

Even while Whisperer lavished such unwanted attentions on his prey’s beautiful chest, his other two maws worked to reinforce the sensations that he hoped would stoke the fires of lust within her. Four tongues writhed over her trim abdomen, attempting to make their motions seem like extensions of those the monster used to molest her breasts. Between her legs, another four randomly switched from one thigh to the other, tickling and teasing the tender inner surfaces in time with the other components of the assault. If all went as planned, the result would be a ripple of pleasure that swept out from her breasts with each suck to encompass most of her body.