Even as a small shower of stones thudded into his underside, Whisperer swung the four tentacles he had readied to catch the falling girl. They arced down behind and beneath her, crisscrossing to form a net between her and the icy water. Meanwhile, he swung the tentacle he had feinted with back toward Yuki’s staff, seeking to entangle the weapon.

She blinks a few times caught by something but not sure what, she then turned her attention to the next attacking appendage, but it was too late it had already wrapped around her staff, groaning she struggled to pull free.

Whisperer tugged at the staff, not using his full strength to simply rip it from her grasp for two reasons: He didn’t feel like being that cruel and he wanted to use the struggle as a distraction while he entwined her legs with his other tentacles.

The tentacles he had stopped Yuki’s fall with curled upward. One started to spiral up each of her legs while a third encircled her waist. The fourth mere continued to support her upper back for now.

she growled lightly her arm muscle starting to give out when she felt things wrap around her body, once again it was too late. She was now herself entangled by his seemingly invisibl tentacles. she struggled trying to pull free of these new threats when she lost her grip on her staff.

After he pulled Yuki’s weapon free of her grasp, Whisperer sent two more tentacles down to grab at her arms. He briefly considered waiting for his venom to complete its work instead of subduing her by force, but he wanted to get them both out of the waterfall. It was getting quite chilly, even for him.

While he consolidated his grip on the student’s shapely legs, the alien also attempted to capture her wrists. The new tentacles squirmed between Yuki’s arms and her sides before trying to encircle her forearms.

She bit down on her lip her arms now struggled against the twisting appendages that coiled around them, then slowly she started to feel numb her arms relaxed almost going limp she cried out faintly when she lost the feeling in her arms glaring to the location she assumed these things were coming from " S..Show yourself you vile beast!"

Whisperer was slightly surprised; it was very unusual for his venom to cause loss of feeling. He hoped the effect would pass soon. After all, it would be rather difficult for him to prepare his meal if she couldn’t feel it when he touched her.

The creature held his catch closely beneath him as he carried her out of the frigid waterfall. The droplets that rolled off him sparkled in the unobscured moonlight, providing a vague outline of his umbrella shaped body. The thicket of clear tentacles that entwined Yuki’s limbs and body originated somewhere in the underside of the beast only a couple of feet above her, but details were still quite vague.

Whisperer moved away from the waterfall, carrying his prize into the shelter of the trees. When they were far enough from the stream that the mists no longer reached them, he stopped. They were in a clearing large enough that the moonbeams illuminated their surroundings nicely, yet small enough to shelter them from most breezes. In the center of the clearing, a large boulder still held some heat it had accumulated through the long tropical day.

She shuddered lightly from a soft breeze, then it hit her, her body had not gone numb...rather she could feel everything but had no way of getting herself to move, narrowing her eyes she consentraited as hard as she could. In the end after several minutes of struggling she was only able to move one finger and even that was only about an inch or so. Narrowing her eyebrows slightly she looked up struggling to see the beast clearly, alas there was still no solid image for her mind to grasp "D..dammit aren't you listening to me?!"

Whisperer felt Yuki’s realization that she could still feel. He was relieved, the prospect of trying to force an unfeeling body to orgasm had been rather daunting. He was amused by her subsequent effort to move, and was a bit surprised that she could move anything at all. The student’s determination and willpower were quite remarkable. He wished he could give her what she wanted, but he could no more change his natural transparency than she could change the color of her skin. Once he had absorbed some climactic energy, his inner storm would define him more fully, but that would be some time yet. Unless . . .

He had never tried to consciously produce the electrical tempest inside himself. Ever since he had been electrocuted by a previous victim, it had always just happened has a consequence of taking in sexual energy. Still, he could try.

Summoning all his will, Whisperer delved deep inside himself, concentrating on bringing forth the hidden thunderstorm. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then a tiny spark appeared, almost unnoticeable in the bright moonlight. It wavered uncertainly, then quickly began to spread, exploding outward into blue-white bolts of lightning that raced around inside the transparent alien and illuminated him from within.

For an instant, his giant mushroom-cap body shone with pale blue electric fire. The half-dozen suddenly glimmering tentacles that entwined Yuki’s luscious young form originated from the central hollow in the underside of the main mass. At least twice as many more were still tucked away inside. All this appeared in a brief flash as electricity filled the creature’s body; electricity that never passed the threshold of his outer membrane and thus never touched the tender flesh of his captive.

Then it was over. Whisperer was as transparent as ever . . . and suddenly he was much hungrier than he had been.

Her attention for the moment was on her body untill she started seeing the faint glow, seeing a small but brief shape of what the beast attacking her was. She blushed faintly finding herself captivated by the light bitting her lip gently muttering softly "I see...its not that you didnt want to..you just cant" she narrowed her eyebrows very slightly then her eyes looked away trying to consentrait on moving again, the form that she had seen didnt seem that threatening but she didn't like where this was going.

Whisperer was pleased with his success. It was true the effort had been draining, but he had succeeded in consciously triggering his inner storm and in helping his captive understand his nature. It was a moment to be proud of.

The alien felt Yuki’s conflicting emotions regarding what he had shown her. He was a bit surprised she hadn’t found him particularly threatening, though the effort to regain control of her body was to be expected. He was almost sorry that she would soon find her only path to freedom lay in her body’s natural response to the upcoming assault.

Though he was now rather hungry, he forced himself to take his time preparing his victim. He set the staff he had taken from her down beside the boulder in the clearing. Then it added that tentacle to the ones attending the girl’s paralyzed body. He held her parallel to the ground, facing upward and stretched her arms up passed her head. Then he carefully peeled her saturated white tank top off, shifting his grip as necessary to remove the garment without damaging it or causing undue discomfort to his captive.

He spread the garment out on the surface of the large boulder before turning his attention back to the student to repeat the process with her sports bra.

She bit her lip gently, seeming to have controll only on her jaw and lips, narrowing her eyes slightly looking up at the very faint outline of the slightly different background, where the monster was floating. Her muscles finched a little bit as he easily moved her hands up over her head feeling her cheeks redden, her large orbs gently bounced free of the wet sports bra as he gently removed it.

Whisperer spread the bra out on the surface of the rock as well, admiring the pert elasticity of the treasures he had uncovered even as he did so. He extended two of his trunk-maws. Thicker than the others, the trunks produced more noticeable ripples in the moonlight now that they were outside the creatures main mass. A hint of motion appeared at their wide, circular openings as four tongue-flaps extended from each maw, wriggling lewdly in anticipation. They homed in on Yuki’s twin peaks, eager to taste the flesh of her bounteous breasts.

She trembled a little watching very closely to the small changes in the background of the area, she could notice small ripples as they extended from the main "body" of the beast, gulping she shuddered, only guessing what they would be used for.

Whisperer’s maws settled over their targets, and four tongue-flaps began to explore the slopes of each of those glorious mounds. Rough and dry, like cats’ tongues, the monster’s tongue-flaps were nonetheless gentle as they writhed against Yuki’s tit-flesh.