"God YES! F-AHH! Fuck meeee!" The little redhead screams, writhing in ecstasy. That tendril within her shifts around a bit...she can feel it shifting, changing as it grinds up against her twitching insides, made slick by her lustful nectar and made hot by his constant attention to her body. Brought off twice in a row, that slender frame of hers is reduced to twitching, quivering, hypersensitive putty in his embrace...and still he continues on into her.

"Goddddd...!" She whimpers, tensing and shuddering spastically under his assault, her body making half-instinctive little arches and twists as he pushes his way into her, his thickness feeling like nothing so much as a cock now in the way it moves...part of her notes that it feels exactly like that, stiff and throbbing where once it had writhed and danced against her walls..but that part is quiet and distant compared to the roaring inferno of need and desire raging within her body.

Every thrust makes her gasp and moan, sparking off little mini-climaxes during what would have been her afterglow...but he doesn't stop long enough for her to wrap herself in that glow. For that matter, neither does she. The redhead finds herself on her side now, her writhing having caused her to change positions on his tentacle-hammock; one leg, bent at the knee holds itself aloft, giving Whisperer plenty of room to penetrate as deeply and quickly as he desires from this new angle. She can feel him swelling and pulsing against her embrace...so deep, touching the very core of that flame within her...every thrust of that tendril-cock sends a silvery shock through her body, making her quake and moan even louder.

Pistoning now, he adds an element of roughness to his previously tender thrusting and touching...and she couldn't be happier. He punishes her very core with his rod, and all she does is shake her hips and clamp down tight, wailing and begging for more. Already...already he's going to push her into a third. Faster and faster, his thick inches making a sweet, wet noise as they plow into her tight, silky embrace, stretching her walls and leaving them, only to push back into them once again.

"Fe-AHMMM!! Fe..Feels goo...AHHH!" Her cries of encouragement are little more than babble now, interrupted by sharp gasps, her little frame bounced by his rapid assault. "Oh GOD! Oh GOD!!" Steadily, thrust by thrust, her back starts to arch, bit by bit. Her muscles tense up so tight they tremble constantly, like high-voltage power lines strung tight, bliss and ecstasy jolting through her, radiating from her like an offering of her own to the ghostly creature currently pushing her over the edge of her own little world and into heaven.

Fast and relentless, he takes her higher and higher as he drives into her, pushing her towards her orgasm...no...not just her! She can feel that much inside him...there's something he's driving himself towards in this frenzy. She can practically hear him growling as he grinds himself into her, claiming her...preparing to fill her. Whisperer can cum too?! The little redhead can't suppress a shudder of delight at that thought. She squeezes tighter than before, crying out to him, begging him to join her at that shining peak, to come with her as she plunges into the whirling tempest of orgasmic bliss. "Fu..AH...fuck me! Fuck me! Cum with meeee!"

She screams to him as he brings her off for the third time, her mind all but shattering in the fury of that climax...one that only intensifies as, with his continued pumping, he brings himself off inside her. Green eyes wide, Lacey gasps in surprised delight as she feels that hot, thick wetness gushing into her depths. Whisperer's cock-tendril throbs and pulses within her, gushing jet after thick jet of that creamy thickness into her. His own furious climax adds to hers, even as she feeds it back to him through their contact, a perfect give-and-take that adds to itself and grows as it continues. Part of her is worried she'll lose her mind...most of her couldn't care less. It feels far too good to want to stop, even if she becomes a vegetable!

She doesn't know how long she lays there on her side, shivering and staring sightlessly forward, her cries reduced to breathless whimpers. All she does for a time is twitch and make little half-grinding motions with her body as aftershock rushes through her, every inch of her hypersensitive and at the same time deliciously numb with a sweet tingling sensation. Small strokes from those finger-like tendrils, little more than feather-light touches, make her arch and give a soft little half-cry. Every caress is like a little thunderstrike against her body, heated and shocking...but slow and sure, she manages to restart her mind, her body, and get them back on track.

She has no clue how long it takes for her to come back together after that mind-shattering orgasm...but she DOES know two things; the first, that climax was absolutely delicious. She can still feel little echoes of it burning into her, body still twitching and shuddering even as she pulls herself up and off of Whisperer's tendril. She's not sure if she could possibly survive another one like that, not so soon after the first...or rather, third. Though there's a mad little voice that wants to try, wants to keep going until she breaks...but she doesn't want to break this early on. She wants this to last.

"Mmmmhhh!" She whimpers, shuddering as she pulls herself up enough that Whisperer's thickness finally slips free. She thought she'd be light-headed...but she feels just fine, aside from having to reboot her brain...a part of which notes the lack of his fluid leaking from her embrace. He'd cum a great deal...she'd felt it...and yet none leaks out? How odd...though it does bring her to the second thing she knows; Whisperer can cum, too. He can feel just as good as she can...and given what had happened when they'd peaked together, the way he'd nearly broken her to little pieces with pure pleasure...it's definitely a good thing to experience.

Which forms a third bit of knowledge in her rapidly reactivating mind; she's not done yet. Lacey wants more...a great deal more. Free of his thickness, the little redhead switches position, her still-twitching frame hard to control...but she manages, laying on her tummy now...and facing those thick, throbbing inches that had so thoroughly taken her, they'd caused her a momentary white-out. She's not sure why she feels so good; an orgasm like that one should have left her bedridden for the rest of the night, and maybe even part of tomorrow! But she feels as fresh as someone who's just woken from a nap, filled with energy...and that heat in her body just won't die down.

None of that matters now, however; what DOES matter is that it's her turn to do a little teasing. "You're still...good to go, right?" She purrs up to him, looking up into Whisperer's silvery non-mass of lights while she gently nuzzles a cheek against his cock-tentacle. "I mean...you're not done yet? Because that'd be a shame..." Green eyes close as she drags the very tip of her tongue delicately along the shaft of those inches, flicking it gently against the head, murmuring in a pleased fashion. He tastes like her essence...and like something else, too. Is that...what his cum tastes like? It's hard to describe as a flavor...but it makes her tongue tingle. She gives his tip a gentle kiss, laying there against his tentacles, idly letting fingers and lips roam as they will over his thickness, trying to rouse him for another go.

Good to go? It's true such a volcanic release might have finished a flesh and blood creature. Still, even in life Whisperer had always been a repeater, unable to stop until he had drained his prey at which time she woud recieve a true drenching. As pleasurable as their mutual climax had been, it still paled in comparison to the that. No, he was far from done. In fact, he felt himself groing cooler and more empty by the second. He felt almost as hungry now as when he had first happened upon this remarkable girl. That's when he realized the truth about his ejaculation - he had given back much of the heat and energy he had just recieved. Already the white heat at his core was fading, giving way to a dull silver, his tentacles cooling significantly. It seemed a little sad . . . but it also meant he was more than ready 'for another go.'

Be careful what you wish for . . . Whisperer's sending carried a note of amusement - the equivalent of a psychic chuckle. Though his cock-tentacle had cooled with the rest of him, it remained hard and ready, a stiff, thick shaft that rewarded the girl's attentions with a trickle of cool, silvery fluid.

In truth, Whisperer was more surprised at how ready Lacey was to continue. Her last orgasm might well have been strong enough to allow him to feed had he still lived. He was amazed she was so strong and vital afterward. Perhaps it had something to do with the energized fluid he had pumped into her? It seemed a strange parallel to the life-promoting semen he had produced in life.

It seems you have taken back that which you had given. The creature teased the girl back, with mock dissapproval. Now I'll have to coax it out of you all over again . . .

Two more tentacles spiraled into existence above the redhead. Their ends formed into hands as they descended toward her. Whisperer brushed the girls's hair aside to press one of them to the back of her neck, while he sent the other down toward her lovely ass. Soon his flaming fingers were stroking and massaging both her neck and her firm buttocks. Still, something about her earlier thoughts made him keep pause slightly. Something about it being her turn.

Unless you have a better idea?

Eager lips and tongue work delicately against Whisperer's shaft, kissing and licking and nibbling tenderly at the pseudo-skin of the thick member. Lacey coos in unmistakeable delight as she feels the shaft give another throb, dribbling out another little trickle of that odd yet wonderful liquid for her while she works against the underside of the cock-tendril...though she can't deny he feels cool to her touch again. Such a shame...although she smiles against his girth as she realizes the deeper implication; she's going to have to warm him up again with at least one more of those delicious orgasms. The way she feels right now, she could easily do this all night...

"Oh, I don't know...I think I've got my wish just right..." She purrs up to him before dragging her tongue up the underside of his shaft, collecting the silvery trail of that wonderful fluid, feeling the tingle on her tongue and her lips. A wicked giggle escapes her lips as he 'scolds' her for taking back her energy, telling her how he'll have to draw it from her again. He doesn't even have to read her mind to know how she feels about THAT prospect.

"Ah! Mmmmmmm..." She jumps a little bit, surprised at the touch of hands against her...but quickly settles down. She'd let her attention fall completely on the shaft before her and hadn't even realized that Whisperer had formed hands out of two more tendrils until one had brushed her hair aside and another had settled on the strong arch of her back. Her surprised gasp turns to a murmur of pleasure as the hand pushing her fiery mane of red locks to one side settles on her neck and begins to massage gently...and the murmur turns to a purr as his other hand slides slowly down the soft, warm skin of her back to her pert little rump where it does much the same.

Fingers tease her muscles deliciously, sending little shocks and shivers through the petite redhead's slender body. She rolls her head against the hand at her neck, stretching the muscles even as he teases them loose for her...and rolls her hips to push her toned ass against the hand currently massaging her there, legs quivering in delight as he begins once more to have his way with her body...but then, she wants her way, too. "Oh, no..." She smiles as she gazes once more at his still-hard shaft, replying to his question. "By all means, coax away...but this time, I'm going to have YOU begging ME for it." No idle promise, that one; as soon as she says it, her lips press once more to his cock, and she begins to tease him in earnest.

Lacey's mouth, soft and warm, presses against the ridged head of that shaft. She lavishes him with small, suckling kisses around that ridge, her tongue flickering out to bathe it from between her lips. Green eyes fall closed as she works him gently, taking those lips and their kisses down the underside of the tentacle cock, kissing and nipping gently against the thickness from beneath...til she slides her lips up the side to the top, soft breaths falling warmly over him.

She makes her way back up his thickness from the topside now, tongue and lips working in a slow, delicate rhythm even as Whisperer massages her. She reaches the ridge at the base of his head again...and continues on over that rounded head to his tip, where her tongue swirls and dances against his cumslit, tip of her tongue bathing that minute opening and pushing against it as though to get inside it. She feels her own heat build higher as she takes her mouth to the ghostly alien's tentacle-cock. Her cunny gives a little clench as she bathes Whisperer with her wicked tongue, her desire already burning bright inside her...partly from his touches and partly from the act of tasting him, touching him with lips and tongue.

We shall see . . . Whisperer wasn't sure Lacey could make good on her promise. Not through any fault of her own, but simply as a function of how his undead needs worked. In effect, his desire and pleasure were a mirror of her own. So she would likely have to be begging again before she could make him do so. Still, it was an interesting proposal and he looked forward to her effort.

The fiesty girl was off to a good start at least, apparently having picked up some tricks from her time on the island. It gratified him that she found his taste pleasing and the act arousing. He let her tease away, reveling in the soft warmth of her lips and tongue. He regretted he had no more ectoplasm to reward her with; it would take a little time for his inner flame to rebuild enough for that.

While the alien continued to massage Lacey's neck and rear, he produced another tentacle above her. It was similar to the tongues of flame he had used earlier, but much larger. He set the massive tongue-tendril against her upper back and began to work downward, swirling and flicking over her energy medians to inflame her body even more.

And slowly, the ghost began to warm once again . . .

Her only response is to purr quietly against the tip of that shaft, suckling and licking eagerly even as she feels the direction of his thoughts and doubts. Lacey's not so slow a learner that she makes her declaration without a plan...but Whisperer will see soon enough. Her tongue dances against the ethereal creature's cumslit, flicking over it in a vain hope for more of that essence that makes her tongue tingle so. That same tongue sweeps down to the underside of the head, then swirls back to the top while soft slurping noises can be heard from her lips. Lacey's green eyes fall closed as she services the alien spirit, eager and happy with her self-set task, her own body still glowing warm from her last orgasm...and only warming further as she continues.

She's unconcerned with the lack of that essence; if she's right about what she's doing, there will be plenty more for her in time. The thought alone is enough to make her quiver a bit while her tongue dances and swirls against that rigid shaft, body tingling at the memory of his first shot inside her...thick and hot while he'd twitched and pulsed within her embrace, flooding her...yet never overflowing her. Blissful...heavenly...a warm wave rolls through the redhead, and she whimpers quietly against that cockhead as she suckles, her cheeks flushed with renewed desire.

The hands at her neck, at her backside...they only stoke that heat further along while she slurps against Whisperer's tentacle, her tongue stroking against that stiff length in joyous rhythm to the squeeze and caress of those ghostly fingers against her flesh..."Ahh! Oh, God...Whisperer..." The redhead arches with a sweet gasp, a shiver rolling down her spine...in the wake of that huge tongue-like appendage that strokes down her slender back. Can he taste her? Taste the sweat he'd helped to work up? The desire that burns out from her very soul, flaring even brighter as that tongue caresses her?

She quivers in delight, the muscles of her arched back trembling at his passage over her. He takes his time with her...he always does. No inch of her back goes untouched, all in their course...and every stroke and swirl of his tongue sending little shockwaves of ecstasy pouring through the little redhead. She whimpers to him again before returning her tongue to his shaft...and seeing to her own pleasure as well as his.

Her tongue swirls against the underside of his tentacle-cock once more...and this time, pulls the head in between her lips, sucking him gently into her mouth. Her tongue bathes him while her lips massage him, delicate and gentle...though the slurping noises she makes as she takes him in are anything but delicate. Lacey begins to bob her head up and down to her earlier rhythm, taking an inch more of him into her mouth with every motion of head and neck, stroking him against her cheeks, being careful to avoid grazing him with her teeth as best she can...no easy task with such a thick member, but she tries...and as she does so, she feels that tingling in her core intensify further still. No doubt Whisperer can feel it too...and she happily offers up her growing warmth, her need, to him even as she suckles on him, licking him and burning brighter in the act.

Her coo of delight is muffled by his shaft, but it's there; he's warming. She can feel it through her lips...through the hands and tongue caressing her body. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that his orgasms, his heat, his desire...all sprout from his connection with her. He'd as much as told her that when they'd met...so working him over like this with her lips and tongue is a perfect fit for what she has in mind, and for a simple reason; she LIKES doing this. She blushes a little at that thought...maybe she shouldn't be admitting that so freely, even to herself...but something about pleasing someone else with her lips makes her head spin and her heart race. Between that and the heat he helps her generate through his gentle caresses and licks...there's no WAY she won't have him warmed up and ready to beg her for release before too long!

Besides...she can't beg with a cock in her mouth like this.

Whisperer found several things wrong with Lacey's plan, mostly things she didn't know about him and his history. First was the fact that he had over three centuries of experience with sexual assault during his life, during which his biology was such that he never felt a need for release until he had finished feeding. Second, his previous ejaculation had been a surprise and shock to him; something he had thought he couldn't even do anymore. In addition, it had only come about as he was overwhelmed by her own impending and sensational climax. That amount of heat and passion had taken her two orgasms and the endurance of quite a lot of his teasing to generate. While he was sure she could hold out much longer after experiencing such release, the fact was he probably couldn't even feel the need to cum until she had climaxed at least once more.

Third: Of course you can beg with your mouth full . . . remember I can hear your thoughts. The alien responded to her unspoken assertion by way of demonstration.

Fourth, Whisperer was not limited to only one cock. Something Lacey would learn as another swirled into being above her. He laid the throbbing cock-head on a point just above her tail bone, pressing on the sensitive nerve cluster there. He slowly slid it down between her cheeks as the hand there split into two and spread them. He nestle the head of his second cock against her anus, prodding and teasing that start flower.

Whisperer let all these thoughts flow into the redhead's mind as his other tentacles continued to massage and lick over her neck and back. He also projected a tinge of regret, as he would like to fulfill her wish, but could see now way of doing so that would not seem insincere.

Finally, I also know something that you might not even admit to yourself . . . Whisperer added as he prodded the girls lovely ass lightly. I know you find being taken here stimulating The tip of his flame penis enterd her, its unusual structure needing no lubrication as it actually flowed into her. Its thickness automatically adjusted to provide maximum comfort and stimulation. And I know how to make sure you feel nothing but pleasure from the invasion.

His voice inside her head sends shudders up and down her back. He isn't supposed to be listening to EVERYTHING she thinks! Part of her knows that's fairly impossible, but still...it's cheating! A shiver rolls down through her body after a long, sweet lick of that tongue follows her spine, first down then up. Not that she minds him cheating...just a little. Ghostly hands continue their petting and massaging of her body, and all the redhead can do is quiver under their gentle touch. God...at this rate, she won't last long at all...

"Mmmn!" Not to be outdone entirely, Lacey leans forward a little more, sliding the thick inches of that tendril deeper into her mouth, til its tip touches against the back of her throat. Hesitating for just a brief second, still not used to this sort of thing but willing to try it for him, the athletic student takes a deep breath...and slides his length down her throat, slowly so as not to choke herself. She swallows around that girth for a few seconds, giving a slight massage...and shivers at the feel of his shaft throbbing in response.

She houses him in the warm, wet depths of her throat for as long as she can, lips and tongue working while she swallows around him, until she's forced to pull back for air. She slips him free, gasping softly as air fills her lungs again, her face flushed with heat again already..."Wha...!" A soft, exploratory touch at her backside. Lacey looks over her shoulder...and finds another of the tentacle-cocks dancing behind her, stroking against her from behind. Her green eyes widen in surprise and anxiety...and a little bit of interest. Still, that thing is huge! Whisper wouldn't really try to...

"Ah!" Then again, he might...that shaft prods against her rear entrance as the ghostly alien murmurs in her mind about her hidden desires. She quakes to her very core at his words; it's not untrue...she doesn't hate the way it feels when someone takes her there but still, it's a little odd to give that away to someone and..."Mmmh..." Another little light prod against the pucker of her rear tunnel, followed quickly by a rise in her desire, quelling her anxiety somewhat...but not quite silencing it. "N...no, wait...I don-AH!"

Her gasp is one of surprise and pleasure...but no pain. Whisperer slips the tendril into her as though it were water...interesting in its own right; she can feel it flowing against the tightened muscles of her rear entrance, slipping into her embrace...all somehow without causing any sort of friction or discomfort. As though he really IS water...though a second later, the swelling, throbbing and hardening of that same tendril lets her know there's so much more to him than just liquid or solid. "Whi-AHhhh...Whisperer...wai...wait...MMH!"

Perfect...that's the thought that flows through her mind and body when he stops swelling within her. He fits her perfectly...not too big...but certainly big enough to stretch her...to make her feel him pulsing within her from behind. The little redhead quakes in place for a moment, just getting used to the feel of this new invader, squeezing around him and feeling him out...before she raises her tight little ass just a bit higher into the air for him, offering herself up to him with an unmistakeable gesture. Her hand returns to the tendril she'd been servicing until a moment ago, giving a gentle stroke or two as she guides it back to her lips, and then within. Whisperer promises her within the depths of her mind that he knows how to show her nothing but pleasure from here...and she's inclined to believe him. More than that...she's eager to see...

Heat flowed into Whisperer. Lacey was already heating again, and he mirrored her. She had such a strong well of warmth and desire. That was surely part of what had drawn him to her.

The young redhead had objected to his invasion at first, as he thought she would; but those objections had faded quickly, as he knew they must. Especially since he could feel the way her body's energy flowed and knew how to move with it. Whisperer started slowly, his 'cock' rippling and pulsing inside her, keeping her rear full and stretched, yet also tickling against her anal passage. He didn't fuck her so much as stroke her from within, his shaft continuing its almost fluid motions. Shifting bumps and ripples sought out places inside her she probably didn't know were sensitive, slowly and steadily working to build a wave of pleasure in her.

Of course, the creature was not lax with his other tendrils, hands massaging her neck and shoulders as well as her buttocks and thighs. The massive tongue played up and down her spine, starting to trail a faint trace of warm ectoplasmic goo. The cock in her throat, too began to ooze a small bit of essence, proof that her desire and heat were arousing the ghost again.

Warmer and warmer the ghostly creature grows against her skin...and within her body...as he takes her. As he takes OF her. That thought alone...that he's drinking in her desire, her lust...Lacey quivers sweetly at that thought as his tongue licks against her back again, tasting her. She'd said earlier that she doesn't like being food...but is that really true...? Even when he's cool, when he isn't filled with that lustful energy of hers...Whisperer's own need comes through loud and clear as he works hard to heat her up, to bring her off again and again. His desire to not only take but to give as well...his need to do so...it's echoed in the way he touches her, the way he teases her...spying out the various sweet spots on and in her body to touch, to stroke, to grind against and lick and massage and--

The little redhead whimpers softly. How is she supposed to keep from begging at this rate?

He slides into her tight little rear, slipping between the toned cheeks and that puckered ring of muscle to stroke against her tunnel from within...and his touch there is no different from his touches against the outside of her body. Moaning softly, she arches her back more, pushing her ass higher still into the air, giving herself to him as that tendril-cock prods and shifts within her, caressing her, flowing against her clenching tightness...and making her tingle so sweetly as it does so. She has no clue how he finds these places inside her...until this moment, she'd had no clue her ass could feel this good!

Her eyes widen as she feels something different about his shaft within her something...it's...shifting? Lacey rolls her hips back against his thrusts and comes to the conclusion that yes...yes he is shifting and changing against her embrace, prodding those sweet spots with even more accuracy and making her legs shake. Her netherlips drool jealously, soaked with her lustful essence as he tends only to her rear passage...

Well, not ONLY to her rear; her shoulders and neck receive a massage that's to die for. Gentle and passionate...slow and urgent...even the act of just touching her shoulders is sexual ecstasy from this creature. The hands parting her toned cheeks from behind are every bit as sweet and sensual and needful as the fingers at her shoulders...and the whole time, his tongue drags patiently up and down her back, swirling against her spine and sending shivers racing up and down her athletic frame. It's more than the physical touch itself...it's the projection of desire he gives...connected to his thoughts like this, she knows for certain that she's the only thing on his mind at the moment, the absolute center of his attention...and that makes her melt to her core even as he takes her.

Apparently, she's not the only one melting; that tongue grows faintly moist as it strokes up against her, leaving a warm trace of something. Saliva? Doubtful...whatever it is, it feels good as it cools against her skin...only to be warmed by the passing of that tongue once more, bringing back that sweet, tingling warmth. The shaft in her mouth pulses gently once...and a little trickle of his essence oozes out onto her tongue, bringing a delighted chirp from the moaning redhead. Her lips tighten around the head of that shaft while her tongue laps greedily at that trickle of life from the ethereal creature, bringing that same tingle to her tongue once more...one that resonates throughout the rest of her body as he works to please her, to feed off of her pleasure, her heat. She murmurs quiet need, her mind a whirlwind of ecstasy and want. Feels good...feels so good...!

Whisperer slowly stepped up his motion as Lacey's body got used to his presence in her bum. His 'cock' still fairly flowed in and out of her, stroking her passage without the possibility of tearing her tender flesh. He continually massaged her neck, back and buttocks with his hands and 'tongue,' revelling in the heat coming off her and following her energy channels for maximum effect.

Don't worry, Lacey . . . I won't make you beg again. Whisperer reassured the girl as he formed another large tongue-like tendril. It flowed up from the bed of flames beneath her, angling between her thighs. Starting near her stretched pucker, it lapped gently forward over her dripping sex . . . But hesitated before flicking over her clit. There was something else, something he hadn't felt before. Their connection seemed to deepening and he felt a ghost of an impression. He had said he wouldn't make her beg, but maybe that was what she really wanted him to do? Unless that's what you want . . .

He directed his second tongue to lap up and down her thighs as he tested his theory. He could probably have probed her mind deeper to find out on his own, but he didn't want to resort to that just yet. Besides, it would be very fulfilling for him if she were to validate his guess directly - and possibly even a revelation for her.