Sensing her orgasm, the Coxiens' had their tentacles swarm up to her mound and rub against it with renewed vigour, chittering all the while to send a communication to Gracoxien, who would doubtless be able to get the message and know he had a task to perform. Preening at her pleasure in her climax, tentacles rubbed positively every free area of her body, dribbling the oily-wet toxins that coated her body and oiled it, constantly modifying it. Her hips to be more shapely, her cheekbones higher, angled brows, in short, forming her bodice to perfection.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the tentacles at her mouth pumped in and out, wriggling about viciously, then burrowing deeper and deeper, as if testing the limits of their subject's submission. Toxins drove her wild as one tentacle each laid themselves in her hands, and rubbed themselves along her palms. The Coxiens gathered together, squeaking noisily as a select tentacle rubbed against the entrance - or exit - to her rear. Whilst this happened, two tentacles slid inquisitively in between Joe's legs, and her exposed prize.