Whisperer pulled his third member from Kanoe’s mouth as her consciousness faded. The last few jets of semen splattered first onto her lovely, peaceful face, then onto her breasts - the latter having been recently freed from the alien’s maws.

His seed spent, the creature retracted most of his appendages. He adjusted his grip on the unconscious witch, laying her to rest on a web of transparent tentacles. Other students passed by amidst the lengthening late-afternoon shadows, completely unaware of the strange creature and the young woman he held gently in his tentacles.

The sun slid slowly lower on the horizon as Whisperer watched over his charge. Though she didn’t know it, she had helped bring him back from the edge of oblivion, her powerful energies calling him from the depths of Tempest’s psyche.

Thank you . . . Kanoe . . . Whisperer projected his modulated call into the girl’s dormant mind. Her pale skin took on a soft ‘glow’ as his cum soaked into her flesh. But the monster knew her current almost angelic serenity belied the abhorrence she would undoubtedly feel when she awoke. And . . . Sorry . . .

Setting aside his guilt and regret, the psychic alien focused on transporting the sleeping witch to safety. His only thought was to take Kanoe to her room and tuck her into bed, so he didn’t even notice that he was carrying her through the walls of the building.

Luckily, the witch’s lover was not present when the pair suddenly materialized in the room. That would almost certainly have led to an unpleasant confrontation. As it was, the room was dark and quiet as Whisperer carried Kanoe to her bed. He carefully stripped away the tattered remains of her unorthodox uniform, then pulled back the covers and laid the nude young beauty on the bed and tucked her in.

Then he was gone, disappearing into the ether once again.