Whisperer was too hungry for subtlety. He quickly sucked Isabel’s impressive mounds into his maws, his transparent trunks completely covering them. He applied light suction while he continued to scour her breasts with his tongues. He paid specific attention to her erect nipples; flicking them this way and that with his many tongues.

Whisperer lowered a third maw toward the girl. Its destination no doubt quickly became apparent as his tentacles spread her legs to give unobstructed access to her tight little sex.

She started to pant, mixing with her moaning and she shuddered. Her eyes watched as another maw made it's way towards the apex of her thighs and she shuddered her body getting wet as it drew closer to her cunt which was starting to get wet.

Pleasingly, the girl’s body reacted quickly to Whisperer’s assault. The outstretched tongues of his third maw tasted the first traces of her nectar as they began to lap against her nether lips. Soon the fires of arousal would begin to burn away his venom, slowly allowing her to regain the use of her limbs.

And Whisperer worked to stoke those fires. He used his first two maws to work Isabel’s ample breasts, tugging and sucking strongly on the whole of each glorious mound before letting it relax and starting the cycle anew. The alien tailored his actions to his victim’s biorhythms, stimulating her tits to the brink of pain over and over, without crossing that threshold.

If she could have moved, Isabel's body would currently be writhing caught between the need to get away and the pleasure the tenticled maws were creating. Instead she could only moan softly and her body arched lightly but still stayed still for the most part. Though between her legs it soon grew drenched in her juices as her breasts were continuly teased to almost painfull proportions over and over again causing her blood to heat and her body to weep for more.

Whisperer’s tongues were right there to greet the increasing flow of the girl’s honey. One ran up and down her slit unceasingly, catching the majority, while two others patrolled the perimeter searching for stray droplets. The fourth, however, homed in on her clit, intent on adding another level of stimulation to the ruthless assault on Isabel’s senses.

And all the while, the intense breast-play continued, maws sucking and licking her firm globes to the bounds of pleasure before relaxing to start again.

As Isabel's pleasure started to increase she found she had a little more control over her body, she strougled with as much strength and ability as she could against the venom in her veins and the tenticles wrapped about her.

"nn... nnoo.!" she cried out softly and then found herself gasping loudly, and her body arching as a tongue or tenticle found her clit and started to stroke her there.

Twelve tongue-flaps did Whisperer have assaulting his prey; twelve long and dextrous muscles with which to taste her flesh and juices. There were four in each of the sucking maws that engulfed her breasts, writhing against her sensitive peaks and teasing her nipples. Another four attended her dripping sex, wandering over her pussy lips, lapping up her nectar and swirling around and around her little love button.

Indeed, the alien had four more tongues - another entire trunk - that had yet to come into play. Spurred on by the student’s increasing struggles, he decided to use them.

Slowly, so as not to attract notice, he sent his fourth mouth-stalk looping down behind and beneath Isabel. He hoped to deliver another shock to her senses when these last four tongues suddenly contacted the base of her neck before beginning to trace the arched curve of her spine.

As her body was being suddenly overwelmed by tongues and caresses over and over again on her tender and sensitive area's of her body, Isabel's mind started to fade away behind the pleasure of it and her strougles started to become arches of pleasure.

"nn... no..." she moaned in a sad attempt to strougle with the pleasure and her bindings. She gasped and a shiver ran down her spin as tongues and a tenticle or a maw started to trail down her spine.

Everything was proceeding smoothly; even as the pleasure burned away his venom, it also weakened his victim’s will to fight. Whisperer was greatly pleased. Still, despite the accelerating rise of passion in Isabel’s body, the alien intensified his assault. The girl was responding nicely to his ministrations and so he rewarded her with greater pleasures.

Whisperer continually focused the motions of his tongues to center on the most sensitive spots he’d found. He used his psychic awareness of his prey’s biorhythms to wrap her in a web of sensation. Each lick or suck or tweak was timed to reinforce the effect of the last. The alien felt his phallic tentacles stir in anticipation as he tirelessly worked to propel his quarry inexorably toward bliss.

Her mind started to grow hazy, as if the poison that had frozen her body was now working it's way on her mind... but it was the constant and ever increasing pleasure that started to push her mind into forcefull bliss. Her body arched and twisted a little more with each arousing lick and suckle.

Her cries of escape started to swiftly change to moans and gasps, her nether lips weeping with joy, growing ever ready for the ache of penetration. Her hips arched as a soft cry escaped her lips, violet eyes becoming glazed.

It was Whisperer’s custom to try and force his prey to orgasm at least once before he penetrated her, but with such hunger gnawing at him, he didn’t know if he could wait. He needed her to climax quickly. For, although he would probably not be able to truly feed on her first release, the burst of energy that resulted might assuage the need he felt somewhat. Then he could concentrate on preparing her properly for the true assault.

The monster poured on as much stimulation as he could muster. He sucked Isabel’s breasts to the edge of pain, but this time he held them there, tongues writhing against flesh pulled taut by constant suction. He wrapped an inhumanly dextrous tongue around each nipple and squeezed.

He shifted his third maw slightly as he brought the fourth around from below. Now he had eight tongues exploring her sex, two of which constantly rubbed her clit. With the other six, he teased her lips further and further apart, without actually dipping into her love tunnel.

The stirring of Whisperer’s cocks intensified. He let them emerge from the mass of his body as they hardened. He could feel the first beads of his pre-cum ooze from the tips as he lowered them toward the girl below.

Body writhing, Isabel found herself teatering on the edge of an orgasm, crying out loudly as her nipples were sucked to an almost painful point and then constantly toyed with and teased, her head fall back with a cry and more moans and gasps escaped her lips.

Played with, teased and touched to the point of insanity, she couldn't hold on much longer. Her stomach knoted and though her lips were being pushed open her womb clenched in hot anticipation. She gasped jerking hard as she started cumming, spurts of liquid escaping her open lips as she came a cry of exstacy escaping her lips.

The psychic predator hungrily absorbed the energy released during Isabel’s climax. Tiny arcs of electricity began to race around inside his body, blue-white flashes lighting him from within. The growing tempest made Whisperer’s outline much easier to discern.

He let Isabel’s breasts relax some, but he still lightly ran four tongues over each glorious mound. He used the tongues of one of the maws at her sex to gently stroke her labia and clit, attempting to prolong her orgasm while he greedily imbibed the juice that squirted from her pussy.

Throughout, Whisperer’s own arousal continued to grow. The tips of his phallic tentacles became fully erect, and they began to drip fat droplets of his now electrically charged pre-cum. He positioned one cock over the girl’s mouth, dribbling his bitter-sweet tingly offering on her lips . . . but from a respectful distance in case the girl decided to become violent when her senses cleared.

He moved the second so that it dripped between the maws engulfing her breasts. The third and fourth moved farther down, drizzling over her belly before going on to smear the energetic substance along the insides of her thighs.

Something stroking her clit forced her orgasim to roll over and over again, she felt like she was being tossed on a storm as her cum squirted from her cunt. Absently she felt something dripping into her mouth, between her breasts and smearing along her thighs. She jumped a little at the liquid, her eyes starting to clear as her orgasm started to clear, leaving her panting and limp.

The fluid caused a warm, tingly sensation everywhere it contacted Isabel’s flesh. Any little aches and pains began to fade under the effects of Whisperer’s energetic pre-cum. Those drops that entered her mouth also assaulted her taste buds with a bitter-sweet flavor perhaps reminiscent of unsweetened chocolate.

The alien let some of the girl’s breast-flesh slide free of his maws, so that only the upper halves were engulfed. He moved his attendant cock to rub his preparatory fluid directly against the exposed lower slopes, slowly coating the valley between her breasts with the slick, tingly substance.

He retracted one of the maws hovering above her sex, and shifted the other to spread her lips. Whisperer began to rub the thick, blunt tip of one of his cocks against the entrance of Isabel’s cunt, slowly working his pre-seminal fluid into the tender flesh as he waited for her senses to clear. He wanted her to be fully cognizant of what was to come.