Whisperer was pleased with Jen’s response to his assault. He showed his appreciation by intensifying the sensations even more. Using his psychic awareness of the girl’s bio-rhythms, he targeted the most sensitive nerves of her glorious breasts. The incredible dexterity of his long tongues allowed him to squeeze and tug on her nipples.

He still wasn’t sure if this girl was one of those most rare breed, so he extended the breast-play a bit longer. He really hoped she was one of those who could be overwhelmed in such a way; it was incredibly satisfying to make a victim climax just by molesting her chest. But, if not, he would move on soon; best not to lose any momentum.

In preparation for the next stage, Whisperer lowered several more of his grasping tentacles behind his captive. He wrapped one of these around her waist and positioned two more behind her knees as he got ready to scoop her up off her feet.

The girl let out a groan through her clenched jaw as it worked her large chest even more, seeming to know exactly where to squeeze and knead to make her body betray her the quickest. Her thighs began to quiver slightly as he continued to pull and pinch her stiff nipples.

Slowly her muscles tightened more and more, until her whole body was stiff, begging for release. The only sound that escaped her mouth was a long, low groan, her mouth forced shut as it was, but her body gave away the results of his toying… her stomach fluttered in and out quickly as she orgasmed, legs threatening to give out and chest puffing out even more to push into it’s tormentor’s strange maws.

Whisperer drank in the burst of energy that accompanied Jen’s orgasm. Tiny motes of electricity formed within his transparent bulk. The sparks multiplied as they whirled and danced, soon infusing his giant mushroom-cap body with pale blue electric fire. The monster’s outer membrane contained the current, protecting his prey from its stinging touch.

When he felt the girl’s legs weaken, Whisperer lifted her from the ground, sweeping her legs forward and up with a tentacle behind head knee. He kept her body vertical as he pulled her thighs as far up toward either side of her midriff as her level of flexibility allowed.

Thus her tight little pink pussy was fully exposed when he began to lower his now-glittering phallic tentacles between her legs. Whisperer slowed his assault on Jen’s sweetly sensitive breasts to a slow steady pace as he positioned the first of his cocks near her slit