When he felt the time was right - when it was likely to have greatest effect - Whisperer finally exposed his prey’s beautiful breasts. His motions were deliberately slow as he slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and began to peel the cups downward. Inch by inch, the delightfully firm swells of her impressive bosom came into view. The monster extended the simple act to force Jag to focus on it more fully and perhaps cause the horror and anticipation to grow even greater.

At long last, the lacy black garment was pulled clear of her glorious orbs. Whisperer left it wrapped around her midriff, the straps looped loosely around her elbows. For a moment, Jag’s heavy mounds stood free in the morning air, a cool breeze caressing her turgid nipples.

Then the maws descended once again, returning to engulf the sensitive peaks completely. He sucked them up into his trunks, making them warp into distended cones even as his tongues began to writhe against their tender flesh.

Time seemed to slow down as the creature finally began to slide her bra off of her chest, at first only guiding the straps to her shoulder, then slowly pulling back on each up, agonizingly slowly, letting a little bit more and more of her tender breasts be revealed to the morning air until finally her nipples were freed, from there a short downward tug and her breasts were completely bared to the creature.

After a moment of allowing her to lay there, chest rising and falling softly in the relatively cool air, it extended a couple larger tentacles… no… they were too big for that. They looked almost like cone shaped mouths, with multiple little tongues… still translucent, so it was difficult to make out anything. The answer would come to her on it’s own, however, as it sucked her large breasts into those two tubes, sucking until her already large breasts were pulled away from her chest even further, what felt like many tongues lapping at all sides of the sensitive mounds of flesh. God… it felt good… she hated herself for that but couldn’t deny it either. Her body began to heat up a little, almost imperceptible at first…

To a less sensitive monster, it might have been imperceptible, but Whisperer clearly felt the slight increase in heat. The burgeoning arousal it heralded was the one thing that would free his victim from the effects of his venom. The toxin would slowly burn away in the fires of passion, gradually restoring her motor functions in proportion to her progress toward climax. Though control of her limbs might not return for some time yet, she would find her voice in short order.

The monstrous molester continued to focus on Jag’s lovely tits. Strong suction encouraged the large mounds to swell to even greater measure within his maws. His tongues withed against her sensitive tit-flexh, seeking out and stimulating specific nerves. The psychic alien used his awareness of his prey’s biorhythms and his knowledge of their previous encounter to slowly build a wave of pleasure in her breasts. A wave that should eventually spill out into the rest of her body.