Dendrite guided Savannah to lean forward a bit, grasping her legs and holding her as if she were kneeling in midair. The alien let Savannah guide the tentacles over her breasts, taking their cue from her movements to squeeze and rub at her chest. The coiling tendrils massaged the warm softness, rubbing rhythmically over her erect nipples. "How delightful," the creature murmured, relaxing its grasp slightly...until Savannah's bottom pressed down against Dendrite's lower body, the rounded, ridged surface sliding back and forth slightly and pressing up against her tender folds.