“Have you learned nothing?” Spectre asked with feigned exasperation. “All I have done is make you face your true nature and shown you the Power that lies therein.” It finished pulling Kanoe’s panties off, and carefully laid the soiled garment on the floor. It made certain the bloody sopping patch on the crotch was clearly visible.

“Perhaps another demonstration is in order.” the Being said. Suddenly, it shifted the young witch’s position, tilting her forward until her face was mere inches from her fouled undergarment. At the same time it forced her legs to bend such that she appeared to be kneeling in mid-air, bent over with her ass higher than her head. Then it forcefully spread her thighs as wide as possible. As it held her there, nearly prostrate with her arms drawn behind her back, it once again positioned a tentacle at the threshold of her oozing cunt.

The being was not pleased with her ignorance yet every word of it's voice continues to caress every part of her body. A shuddering gasp escapes her lips as she quivers, her heart rate increasing once more. It was still hitting her like a ton of bricks, she had lost her virginity to this demon. Her blood boils with a mixture of emotions. Seeing her soil panties on the floor, she turns her head away and shuts her eyes. Kanoe did her best to hold back tears, she did not want to show anymore weakness than she already have.

"N-No..please.." She moans, "I..I understand the...action. I..don't understand the power."

Kanoe felt her body tilting forward and was thankful she had shut her eyes. She did not wish to see that bloody soiled undergarment. The woman whimpers as her legs spread apart to almost painful levels. Her folds were already starting to drip once more, the voice keeping her body in heat and driving her further with every word. The young witch quivers helplessly as she feels the tip that had taken her virginity before return, resting on her moist netherlips.

Ignoring the young woman’s plea, Spectre thrust the tendril into her, shoving the chaotic shaft in deeper than before.

“Do you not feel the energy swelling up inside you?” Spectre’s Voice emanated from every part of its manifestation, including that which was buried in her sex. “Can you not feel your insides winding tighter and tighter like the spring of a child’s toy?”

As it spoke, the Thing slowly drew the tentacle out. Soon, only the tip remained inside Kanoe’s love tunnel as it moved to a ready position. Ready to impale her once again.

"Nngh..Ahh!" She screams.

The tendril of chaos shoves deep into her dripping cunt. Immediately her inner walls clench to the strange appendage, sending intense tingling sensations through her body. Kanoe shudders madly as the voice tore past her defenses. The voice was comming from everywhere now and it felt even stronger. It was even inside her body, causing her womanly fluids to run down her thighs freely once more.

"Ahh..Y-Yes.." She moans weakily, "I...I feel it..."

Kanoe was panting heavily. Her body still new to these feelings, these experiences. Not once was she interested in such things as lust and love back home. But, now this being was stirring a fire that she thought was put out. She turns her head away from the figure, her cheeks flushed in a mixture of embarassment and arousal. She was disgusted in herself for being so weak...so easy to give in to such temptation.

Again, Spectre drove the tentacle into Kanoe, stabbing deeper yet into her tight young cunt.

“Good,” it praised. “Focus on the feeling. Listen to your body sing. Let the energy build naturally.” Again, as it spoke, the Being slowly pulled the tentacle out of her dripping sex until only the tip remained within. Once more the shaft of chaos stood poised for another powerful thrust.

The woman screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the chaotic tendril drives deep into her recently deflowered sex. She felt her insides quiver as her cunt tightens around the tendril almost immediately. Kanoe's arms strain against her bonds but to no avail. The struggles faded as it's voice began to wash over her pale flesh and vibrate inside her body. A weak groan leaves the woman's lips as nectar runs freely down the tentacle.

She could feel every inch of the tingling chaos as the tentacle slowly pulls almost completely out of her body. It was no use protesting or questioning this being, it was in control. Kanoe hangs their quivering. Her arms pull at her bonds, trying to get that tip out of her dripping folds. Faint moans escape her lips as she felt her body growing warmer. This thing was going to make her cum soon.

Mercilessly, Spectre slammed the tentacle into the young witch yet again. It plunged the turbulent tendril so deep that the tip butted up against the entrance to her womb. The creature knew Kanoe was hurtling toward another orgasm. It wanted her to cum again, to feel the burst of energy it was trying to make her believe was an eruption of raw magical power.

“Now, surrender to the Power,” Spectre said; but this time it did not withdraw the tentacle. “Let it wash through you and feel as it rushes from you.” Its Voice filled the rest of the student’s body even as its chaotic shaft filled her clutching sex.

"St-Stop..please.." Kanoe moans.

Kanoe screams again as more of her nectar squishes out of her ravaged cunt. She could feel the tingling pressure go even deeper into her body, pressing at the tight entrance to her womb. Her body was filled completely with the tendril made of pure chaos. The tingling sensation kept washing over her clenching inner walls like it was dozens of tiny strokes along the dripping passage. Any attempt to move only ended up grinding herself on the tendril, sending more of the strange sensation through her body. The young witch did her best to remain still but could not stop her quivering.

Her eyes grew wide as the being began to speak with the tendril still deep inside her. It was like being impaled on a vibrator but the vibrations went beyond just her flesh, sending sensations into her in ways she never thought possible. The being told her to surrender which only made her want to resist more. But, her body was more than willing to obey the cloaked figure as her spasming cunt tightens even harder on the tendril making it feel even more intense. She couldn't stop herself as her eyes flutter and roll back. A loud moan leaves her lips as the woman climaxes messily, her nectar gushing out onto the floor.

Spectre held Kanoe speared on its tentacle. It remained still and silent again as it waited for her senses to clear enough to understand its words. It noted the growing wet spot on the carpet below where it held her, fed by the honey her pussy so readily supplied. The stench of sex in the room was overpowering.

“Stop?” it asked, finally, addressing the plea she had made before the latest violation. “But we’ve only just begun the lesson, and you were doing so well.” It had no intention of stopping, but it couldn’t resist the chance to let her dare to hope . . . if only so it could dash that hope. Besides, there was always the possibility that she would change her mind given the falsehoods it spun.

“But I suppose you are too weak to master any real witchcraft.” Spectre allowed disdain to tinge its Voice while it loosened its grip on her arms and legs slightly as though preparing to let her go. It kept the tentacle impaling her sex where it was however, filling her completely and delivering its Voice directly to her insides.

Kanoe breathes deeply as she tries to regain lost stamina. She found herself growing more thankful for each release, it was no longer holding the sensations in her body. It felt so amazing but was this really power? Weak moans left her lips as it's voice washes through her body. She couldn't resist it, her body was already clenching to that tendril of chaos. The woman's eyes flutter as the sensations wash through her body, she was already comming close again.

"I...I'm...a..ahh..witch," She moans.

Her long raven black hair sticks to her sweaty pale skin, giving a strange striped look on her pale body. Kanoe was panting hard as she felt her body heating up with arousal from the being's words beating at her senses. Fresh nectar continues to drip and flow, soaking her legs and her floor.

“No, girl,” Spectre said. “You are a child stumbling in the dark.” It enjoyed stinging her pride, especially as the sound of its Voice drove her to new heights of pleasure.

“You have a book full of riddles you barely understand.” The Thing set her book on the floor beside her bloody panties. “And you have yet to grasp the true strength of your primal nature.” Spectre continued its campaign of partial truths and misinformation, toying with the witch’s mind even as it assaulted her body with its Voice.

"That's not..nng...ahh!"

Kanoe groans as she felt her nectar flowing out of her clenching sex. With her bent forward, the warm fluids began to run down her pale belly and gently caress over her breasts. She could hear the book thud of to side of the soiled undergarment. There was nothing she could do. The woman whimpers as it continues to speak to directly into her body, causing her to moan in pleasure. She could feel much more than her cheeks burning, her entire body was burning with passion as she felt her body being driven towards another climax already.

“Oh, but it is true,” Spectre countered, guessing at her intended (and expected) protest. “Already the true Power builds inside you, seeking to flow as freely from you as this fluid does from your sex.” It dampened its Voice a little, not wanting to push her over the edge just yet.

The Thing used the tip of a tentacle to trace the progress of a trickle of her honey. It followed the droplet’s course along the plane of her belly, skirting her navel and continuing on until it touched the fabric of her bra. At its touch, the garment disintegrated, turning to ash that disappeared before it could fall to the floor.

“But you have no idea how to control it.” Spectre’s Voice held the hint of a taunt as it continued to suppress the young woman’s growing release.

Deep shuddering breaths was all Kanoe could do for the moment. The power of it's voice forcing her through so many climaxes was already making her weary. The sweat that glistened over her pale skin was doing very little to cool her body as she continues to shiver in her bonds. Kanoe's large breasts burst free from the disintegrating bra causing her to gasp as the luscious orbs bounce and hang down from her chest. Now the orbs sway with the heaving of her chest.

"Ahh..please.." She whimpers, "I'm..nngh..going to burn up!"

The young woman did not know how to handle such a feeling. Once again she was hanging by a thread and it was driving her lustful mind crazy. Her head raises slowly as she tries to gaze up at the cloaked figure.

“With such powerful energies boiling within you, you just might,” Spectre teased, keeping its Voice soft to avoid triggering Kanoe’s looming climax. “I could give you what you seek . . .”

The Thing let its sentence trail away, pausing as though in thought. In truth, it was letting the young witch cool a bit. Spectre’s control of its Voice was extensive but not perfect. Too much at one time could easily push the student over the edge despite its precautions.