It wasn't willpower that kept Whisperer's assault so teasingly slow. It had always been his custom to push his victims as far as possible before engaging their most sensitive spots. Some of the sweetest had even found a measure of bliss before he turned his attention to their feminine treasures. Besides, he was already basking in the waves of warmth and energy his teasing had evoked . . . Not that he didn't want more, or that he could even stop until he had pushed his prize to exhaustion.

Such passion . . . such exquisite warmth . . . Whisperer's praise flowed into the young redhead's mind, but no longer as a set of creaks and groans. His voice had become a clear, if ethereal, whisper with a tiny hint of living joy. But we needn't rush . . .

Still, his purpose was not to torment, even with pleasure, so Whisperer granted a part of Lacey's desire. He centered an attendant tentacle over each of her breasts. One engulfed her right mound, becoming a vortex of cool fire that sucked at the flesh within. The other split into a half dozen small tongues of flame, swirling and spiraling up the slopes of her left breast, each one lapping over the nipple before circling on around and down, only to repeat the process.

The third tentacle moved yet farther northward, dancing up toward her neck. There it explored first one side, then the other, alternately stimulating a set of parallel meridians. Meanwhile, the net of tendrils supporting the lovely girl writhed subtly against her back, moving to match her posture and lightly stroking her spine.

All the while, Whisperer absorbed the warming energy that flowed from his prey. His flames grew ever brighter and danced faster, throwing sparkling reflections around the empty library. And deep inside, the little ember or warmth sparked hotter and brighter, building slowly . . .

His 'voice' is different now; it really IS a whisper. And given what he's doing to her, it's pretty appropriate. His words brush through her mind like a lover's voice against her ear as she squirms and writhes under his touch, her body tingling, every stroke sending little shocks of sensation through her. She can feel Whisperer's intentions clear as day while he touches her; he doesn't plan to stop until she can't walk under her own power. Something of a shock, given the gentleness he's shown thus far...but even more shocking is the glee she feels inside herself at that thought. Being held here by him, ravaged time and again until she can't so much as sit up on her own..."Ahhhnn!"

Green eyes open wide as his tendrils change tactics. Those teasing and dancing around her chest suddenly close with her breasts, giving them the attention her stiff peaks demand of him, turning up that hot rush within her even more..."Oh God!" She cries out softly, her breasts being suckled and licked, teased and stroked, making her quake in his embrace. No need to rush...easier said than done, in her case! Who knew that 'tongues of flame' could be so...literal? And so skilled, at that!

The third tentacle slides up...what is he going to...OMIGOD! Lacey's head rolls back, offering her neck to the tendril as it slips and strokes against the slender column, touching her sweetly, gently exploring one side...tracing up and down and making her shiver at that cool touch...then sliding around and slipping tenderly against the other side in just the same fashion. She whimpers her delight, offering her neck to the tendril to do as it pleases...it touches her just right, just how she likes it, caressing the muscles with a perfect balance of tease and massage...

Pleasure shoots throughout her entire frame as he touches her, licks her, suckles on her...even the tendrils supporting her begin to dance to her rhythm, rolling up against her back wherever and whenever she arches, stroking her every bit as delicately as the tentacles tending to her chest and her neck, caressing her sides with their cool, scintillating touch. She gives herself over to those touches, floating on them and letting the ecstasy they bring wash through her...already, just from his teasing touches, his skillful exploration of her frame, she can feel that warm wave rising within her..."Whi...Whisperer...!" She moans his name between gasps, dancing for him...dancing WITH him, now that his webwork of tendrils move themselves to the contours of her body. She rolls and arches in a slow, grinding rhythm that draws the eye to hips and breasts as she continues to burn for him, brighter and brighter...and feels an answering flame in the ghostly creature's own awareness...

Yes . . . Let the sensations build and flow . . . Let your energy rise up and burst from you . . . Whisperer urged the girl with his thoughts as well as his deeds. He drew more and more of that swelling heat and passion as he flowed though his part of their sensuous dance. Within him, the little flame grew and grew, shining now with a silver light and heating him from within. It felt oddly, wonderfully, familiar . . . like something long lost yet miraculously found.

The phantom alien shifted his actions once again as both the tentacles working Lacey's perky breasts became great maws of flame, constantly sucking at her sensitive tit-flesh. Yet each also sported a number of strong, dexterous tongues of fire that teased and massaged those lovely mounds, lapping at her nipples frequently but irregularly. Each flicking, rubbing contact was timed to a beat of her heart, to provide maximum stimulation to the engorged peaks.

Whisperer moved the third tentacle back to the pit of the girl's throat before trailing upward once again. With a slow, sensuous movement, he explored her delicate neck a final time before cresting the rise of her chin to brush lightly over her lips.

But, even as Whisperer intensified his assault on Lacey's chest; even as the web of tentacles supporting her ebbed and flowed with her gyrations; the creature also moved on. The tentacles attending her legs released their grip for a moment to slide farther up under her skirt. Slithering over her bare thighs, they pressed up and up yet still did not move toward her precious treasure, or even pass under her panties. Instead, they curled up and out the waistband of her skirt before tugging it down over her slender hips and shapely legs. A quick flick sent the garment fluttering to the ground. A moment later, the tentacles returned to gently ease Lacey's legs further apart.

The ghostly creature's voice purrs in her mind...the words are a little odd, but the tone that accompanies them...the meaning in that hungry 'sound'...that comes through loud and clear. And it makes the little redhead whimper beneath him, heat rushing through her as he continues to explore her, to taste her and touch her...his touch is a little warmer now, no longer as chill against her skin, his flames becoming silvery...is that from her? His touch against her heated body is...heating him in kind?

"Whi...sperer..." She pants softly, stretching tight once again, offering her body to his touch and his hunger...and gasping in delight as he responds. The tendrils caressing and licking at her breasts wrap fully around the modest curves, mouths that suck and tug at her chest. "Ahhhhh! Oh God...! D...Don't stop...!" The mouths even come with tongues...plural. She can feel them, stroking and licking at her peaks even as she's sucked on, pulsing against her to the fast-beating rhythm of her own pulse, making her squirm and quake on his web of tentacles.

The third tendril traces and caresses her neck some more, making fire and lighting course through her body with its gentle strokes...her heart skips a beat as it touches the hollow of her neck tenderly, feeling out her racing pulse before traveling up, stroking under her chin...then from there to brush delicately against her lips. Her eyes fall half-closed once more, those soft lips parting, breath falling warm and gentle against that tendril as her tongue comes out to stroke tentatively against it, lips touching to it in return, a gentle kiss against the wandering feeler.

"Mmmmmh...!" Soft, feathery touches against her calf muscles...the backs of her knees...her thighs...the tendrils holding her legs curl around them, upwards beneath her skirt...yes, please yes!...they don't touch her there, at the source of her growing heat...oh, if only they would! She feels like she might melt into a little puddle in his embrace...these heavenly teasing touches only making her burn hotter for him. She already can't catch her breath...but still he's patient with her, taking his time...his tentacles slide beneath the waist of her skirt, and she whimpers to him, rolling her hips at his touch...not to struggle against him, but to entice him to touch her more...

Slowly he tugs her skirt down, revealing more of her fair-skinned slender frame to him...though he leaves her well-moistened panties right where they are, hugging her hips and driving her crazy. Never before has she been so disappointed at the idea of her underwear getting in the way of someone's touches...he doesn't even stroke her through them. His tentacles return to her thighs after tossing the skirt to the floor...and he spreads her trembling thighs apart, tendrils wrapped around her legs, positioning her as he pleases...and she loves every second of it. Her quivering body is there, right there on the edge for him...her hips twitch a little as her body rolls, her entire frame shivering with her want. So close...

Whisperer had no intention of stopping. Even were he freed of his hunger at that instant, the phantom would have continued his sucking, swirling assault on Lacey's lovely breasts. He had always enjoyed manipulating such sensitive mounds, pushing the prey to levels of pleasure they didn't think possible . . . even, occasionally, unto orgasm. Whisperer could feel the redhead was close. He believed she would find bliss almost immediately if he relented and touched her sex, but he wasn't yet ready to give up on the possibility of overwhelming her before he yielded that touch.

Still, breast-play was not Whisperer's only interest. He also began to explore her mouth, pushing between her lips as they parted and engaging her tongue in a sensuous dance. The oral muscle had a meridian of its own and the creature applied his craft here as well, stimulating it in ways Lacey had likely never felt before. For a long moment Whisperer lavished attention on the girl's tongue, sliding the tip of his tentacle over, under and around it. Then he pulled away, retreating from her mouth and back to her neck, trailing a hint of her own saliva along the way.

Meanwhile, the phantom produced another tentacle, lowering it between the girl's legs. Yet, still it was not her sex that was his target, instead pressing the fiery appendage to the inside of her left thigh. Starting near her knee, he swirled the tentacle slowly upward, charting his path by the 'light' of her body's energy channels. But, just before he touched the place she desired so much, he suddenly skipped across to her right thigh. There he wandered down to her knee before reversing course.

"Mmph!" The muffled whimper around that tentacle isn't one of complaint, but one of pleasure. Whisperer's tendril slides between the redhead's lips as she kisses it, swirling and dancing with her tongue...and makes her mouth tingle with joy as it does so. The way it strokes and glides against her tongue is as sweet and delicate as any lover's kiss, making Lacey shiver as her eyes fall closed.

She continues to whimper and moan softly into their kiss, her tongue swirling and dancing with that tentacle even as the others continue to caress her. Lips and tongue, breasts, back, sides, legs....he touches her everywhere...everywhere except for her center, that area deep inside her body that begs for his touch. He teases her, refusing to give her so much as a feathery touch between her legs...her panty-clad sex soaked against the undergarment, netherlips begging for his touch...

"Mmmmhhuahh..." Her lips remain parted, tongue following that tentacle as it slips from her mouth, stroking eagerly against it for just a brief second more of contact. Eyes closed, she can feel his newly-wetted tentacle tracing down her neck once again...warm and wet with her own saliva, it feels like he's licking her. "Oh God...!" She gasps, arching to his touch...her perky breasts under assault from the two flaming mouths that suck and lick at her peaks...her body stroked so lovingly by the webwork he's laid her out in...she's going to lose her mind at this rate!

And it's naturally at this point that one of his tentacles spirals its way up her leg...starting low, it curls up against the back of her knee...and he twines it up her leg, stroking against the back of her thigh...curving around to the inside...higher and higher, making the redhead pant in need. Her body writhes now, squirming endlessly. "Please, yes...! Touch...touch me! Oh God, yes!" She cries out to him, swept along ay these tingling caresses against her body. Higher and higher that teasing tentacle reaches, even as others continue to hold her up, to stroke and suck against her...

"Hnnnh! Oh God...Oh GOD!...." She cries out loudly as that tentacle dances higher up her thigh, so close to the flower that aches and begs for his attention...only to skip her and press against the other thigh. Even that is too much for her though; Lacey's back arches hard as Whisperer's tentacle strokes down her right leg in the reverse pattern of her left. He touches her just so, and the little redhead rolls her hips hard, her fingers tightening against the tentacles above her head. "Oh GOD YES! Don't stop, PLEASE don't stop! Whi...WHISPERER! Mmmmhn...AAUUUHHH!" She wails to him, her body clenching hard as he touches her, caresses her...finally bringing her over the edge with his full-body massage. She quakes there in his embrace, crying out every time his tentacle strokes another sensitive point in her legs, on her back, at her breasts...everything feels so good! She burns for him like a redheaded firestorm, dancing in his tentacles as he takes her to her peak and keeps her there, writhing and twitching and calling out to him.

So beautiful . . . Lacey's voice, the way she jerked and writhed in his grip, the passion of her pleas and cries, everything was just perfect. Whisperer was glad he had stayed his course so that he could experience the incredible gift the girl gave in return. So precious . . .

Of course, the ghostly being was no where near finished with his lovely morsel. For the moment she glowed with heat both bodily and spiritual, but that fire would dim and he would have to stoke it again. Still, he reveled in the warmth that bathed and filled his empty soul, momentarily soothing his desire and feeding the silver flame at his core.

Whisperer's actions did not stop, but they did slow a bit as he shifted from the specific to a more abstract mode. Other than the network of tendrils supporting the redhead's slight weight, the creature's teasing appendages dissolved into dozens of finger-like flames. Covering the girl like a writhing shroud, the fiery digits roamed over her body in soft, slow strokes designed to extend her bliss even as they collected the heat that radiated from her.

Soon enough, the inferno would cool; soon enough he would add fuel to that waning flame, but for the moment Whisperer just caressed his prize. He projected his appreciation to her; wordless thoughts of praise and thanks that nonetheless hinted at greater pleasures to come.

"Hnnnhh! Nnnh....hahhh..." Body rolling and grinding beneath him, writhing in the flames of tentacle-induced orgasm, the redhead can't reply to Whisperer's words with any of her own...still twitching and twisting in his grip, she whimpers in needful delight as she watches the tentacles that have to now been petting her so sweetly spread into countless little fingers of flame...fingers that descend sweetly on her tingling body. "Ahh..!" Tender and delicate in their touches, they caress her body with all the familiarity of a lover well-versed in what she likes.

He's feeding from her warmth...from her pleasure...from the emotional and physical heat he stirs up in her body. Something about that...about the way his need drives hers and hers feeds his...something about the give-and-take of the whole thing appeals immensely to the little redhead. Those fingers stroke her and touch her, keeping her shivering body as high as they can for as long as they can...she understands the intent; he doesn't want her to cool down too quickly, wishing for her to burn as brightly as she can, as long as possible...though the way she feels inside, there's no chance of that flame going out any time soon.

"Don't stop..." Her voice is as shaky as her body, high and breathless with desire. The redhead's slim form arches up to those fingers, and she whimpers as they press to her more firmly...a subtle buzzing from their contact that grows the harder they press, washing through her body and meeting with her own warm tingle...he promises her pleasure even while those countless ghostly flames caress and enjoy her. Her promise is much the same; she'll fulfill him as much as he does her. The only difference is in their pace; Whisperer slows a bit, doubtless giving her a chance to rest and catch her breath...whereas Lacey wants nothing to do with the thought.

She squirms enticingly for him, whining quietly. That inferno within her, that bright fire of need...it doesn't go out. It burns brighter than ever...even as the shivering from her orgasm subsides, it burns hotter still. "Please don't stop...want it...need you...touch me!" She urges him on between panted breaths, her slim body sheathed lightly in sweat, making her glisten in his embrace. "Take me....!" Quaking, quivering, needing and yearning...she loves the way he touches her, the way he tastes her and takes from her even as he gives back...but there's one place he hasn't caressed her yet...he's brought her off without even tasting her flower so far...and judging by the way she feels at this very moment, he could easily do it again, a number of times, if such is his desire...

But her flower is jealous of the attention the rest of her sensitive frame recieves; her cotton panties are soaked, and beneath them, her sex twitches and trembles, clenching and squeezing over nothing, thighs held gently apart by Whisperer's tendrils. Her pink center waits within the embrace of her cotton prison...and goes untouched. Her core yearns for his caress as much as the rest of her body, pleading and begging for him...demanding his attention. "Please..." She whispers to him again, that unmistakeable heat fairly glowing in her green eyes.

Whisperer was a little surprised at how powerful Lacey's fire had grown. Even after her exquisite release, her heat and passion showed no signs of dwindling. If anything, she burned even hotter, her desire feeding on his need for her. Or was it even more than that? Even while he continued to explore and caress the redhead's shivering frame, he became aware of a subtle pulling at his flames. It was almost as if something within her was trying to absorb his spiritual energy. Perhaps the ealier sharing of souls had given her more than just a little psychic sensitivity, or perhaps it was his imagination.

Regardless, Lacey's pleas and demands did not go unheard. Her voice, her body, maybe even her spirit called out to the alien phantom, asking for a form of attention he had so far denied. After the incredible gift this girl had given him, Whisperer could do nought but fulfill that desire.

Amidst the scores of flames roaming the student's body, a pair hooked into the waistband of her panties, one at each hip. Whisperer used them to peel the undergarment off her, releasing her legs for a moment as he tugged the fabric down those lovely limbs. Afterward, a swarm of finger flames returned, guiding her thighs open once more as a new large tentacle spun into existence above her.

Much like the first tendril, this one also descended to a point near her navel. But this time, the appendage drifted southward. Even as dozens of other tiny flames continued to dance over Lacey's glistening form, this one feeler moved to touch her feminine treasure. Yet, as always, Whisperer was methodical. That aspect of him was almost a need in its own right and just then it forced him to explore the surface of Lacey's sex, tracing the contours of her labia. It wasn't so much that he meant to tease as that he needed to experience all she had to offer.

"Mmmmhahhh!" She gasps, eyes flying wide open. Feathery touches on her hips, tickling and dancing against her...is he....? Tendrils of flame slide beneath the waistband of the panties clinging to her hips. Her lower back arches, bringing her toned ass up off the bed of tentacles she lays upon, causing the muscles of her thighs, hips, and tummy to ripple in interesting ways as she urges him on, begging him to dispose of the troublesome garment.

Slowly...so painfully slow...they slide the underwear down her hips, making her shiver under that delicious torment. Lacey bites her bottom lip, letting her hips circle a little, impatient to be exposed to him, to be taken by him...but patience is in every motion he makes. It drives her crazy with want, making her need his touch all the more, savoring it because he won't give it to her. Quivering and arching her hips higher, she pleads silently for him to take them from her, watching the white cotton slide lower, lower down her hips...revealing her shaved pubic region...down further, that troublesome piece of cloth still pressed against her needy lower lips...

"Oooohh!" She coos, shivering again as she feels the cloth pull free of her flower, sticking slightly to her, soaked with her love nectar. The cool air of the library strikes her heated sex, brushing sweetly against her nethers and making her twitch. "Please..." She whimpers up to him. Still he pulls the undergarment down, not being the sort to do things by half-measures. His roving fingers of ghostly flame dance over her body, tickling and touching and making her squirm...but so too does the fact that her freshly-exposed center recieves none of this attention. Down over toned thighs, the panties slide....down past strong calf muscles....over delicate-looking ankles and feet...and finally off onto the floor. She sighs, pleased to have been ridden of the nuisance that is her underwear, while looking expectantly up at her ghostly 'tormentor.'

Some of the flames roaming her body tickle their way down to her thighs, spreading her legs for him once more and making her giggle softly as they do so. She lays there, wiggling her hips enticingly as another spiraling, twisting tentacle of his ghostly essence descends slowly to her body, remembering the touch of the last one against her heated flesh...the thought of that same vibration against her dewey flower makes her clench down hard inside. GOD she wants it...!

But slow and methodical is Whisperer. Always slow and methodical....the tentacle pushes down, pressing just below her belly button...twisting and dancing its way down over her hips, making her very core tremble...he takes his time, exploring her overheated body from the outside before finally touching that tentacle between her legs...but it doesn't enter her. Instead, it rolls and twists its way against her lower lips, pressing against her honey-soaked entrance, twirling against her so sweetly but denying her what she wants most.

"Mmmh! Oh God yes...." She whimpers. Inside or not, it feels amazing...pulsing and twisting and thrumming against her sex...just pushing against her center...he makes her legs tremble in the embrace of the tendrils holding them spread as he explores her soaking netherlips. "Pl-AH! Pleaseeee! Whisperer...need it...!" She whines, sliding her hips back and forth, stroking and rubbing herself against that dancing tentacle even as it teases against her.

All her pleas; her moans and whines; her heated desire for his touch - these things made Whisperer want to stall even more. That she wanted what he could give so desperately was one of the most fulfilling sensations he had ever felt. The alien phantom allowed Lacey to lead the dance with his teasing tentacle, giving her some control, even as he continued to deny the deeper touch she sought. Still, he didn't mean to push her desire into the realm of torment.

Soon . . . Whisperer promised to fulfill that desire, but until then he worked to make every touch he gave count, using his many fingers to keep her whole body heated as he explored the surfaces of her sex with the larger tentacle. After a while, a fiery finger found its way to Lacey's clit, circling around that sensitive bead while the nearby tendril swirled and pulsed against her petals.

Whisperer eagerly fed on his captive's heat and desire even as he stoked them further. His silver flame sparked brighter and hotter, eclipsing many of his colors. Though still not hot by any means, his touch was probably not really cool anymore, perhaps more like a balmy breeze.

His warmth against her, all over her slender frame...warmth? Hadn't his touch been cool before? The tendril grinds gently against her womanhood again, and she shudders; he's DEFINITELY warmer now. If he warms up even as she does the same, she's going to melt away...though she doesn't really find the thought of that thick, twirling tendril filling her with its heat to be unappealing in the least...maybe melting will feel good...

Her already incoherent thoughts run even further together before shattering under the touch of one of those fingers against her sensitive little clitty. The tentacle wraps around her little nub, gentle and sweet, and Lacey's hips jerk forward towards the teasing appendages. "GOD YES!" She wails, green eyes wide and pleading, her need rising with every tender caress of her frame. If tormenting her is something that worries him, a simple look into her thoughts will put him at ease; she wants his touch, desperately...wants him to pierce her and take her, deep and hard and fast...but the redhead is having the time of her life there in his embrace, dancing for him and being teased by his tentacles.

Her hips push down at the thickness that strokes against her, demanding that it enter her, fill her and claim her body...and she whimpers as it merely moves with her motion, swirling and twisting against her, making her clench and tighten even though it has yet to enter her soaking embrace. Want, want, want, WANT! It's the sole drive of her conscious mind right now, her answer to his promise of granting her desires soon. Her body, her very soul, cries out for his touch, his caress...for that first stroke he'll make to fill her with that twisting tentacle, all the way to her very core. The fire within her demands that it be quenched...but is only too happy to grow in size as he teases her along, further and further. It IS a torment...but one she enjoys enduring.

She notes dimly in the back of her mind that Whisperer's changed again; he's mostly silver now, rather than looking like a collection of rainbow flames. Silver seems appropriate enough, as his flaming fingers dance against her body like mercury, touching and caressing her in ways hard to pin down...just like the flow of quicksilver. He sparks off little lightning bolts and flames inside her body with every tickle, touch, and caress...and there are so many of those tendrils all around her, all over her...holding her, supporting her, touching her...

Her thighs move to capture the thickness between them, to hold it in place, aimed at her needy honeypot and its promise of tight, wet warmth. Her body trembles against the tentacles clinging to her, and she pants heatedly. "Pleeease....fuck me...!" she whimpers to him, all sense of shame and modesty gone from her now. She wants him, wants to be taken by him, to feel him pumping into her, stretching her embrace. She wants to be filled by him and taken until she can't even string two words together anymore. Saying that she's in a frenzy at this point would be an understatement...

Yes . . . Now . . . Finally the time was right; finally whatever arcane compulsions that drove Whisperer were satisfied with his external explorations. Finally it was time to take the next step. Taking his cue from the images he sensed in Lacey's desires, Whisperer aimed to fulfill her desire as perfectly as possible.

After pushing his twisting dancing tentacle against her entrance a moment more, guaging and judging her body's motions and flows carefully, he suddenly thrust it into her. One clean, smooth stroke impaled the girl's sex, filling her completely all the way to the gates of her womb. His force and girth were formulated to fit her body and rhythms exactly to provide maximum stimulation.

For a moment after, Whisperer held, allowing the lovely student to savor bieng filled, but soon he pulled back, drawing his tentacle all the way out. Still, he didn't leave her wanting long as he almost immediately stabbed into her again . . . and again . . .

Meanwhile the ghost's many flaming fingers continued to rain affection on Lacey's lithe and lovely body, not the least of which was applied to her clit. The tendril there circled and rubbed her love button constantly, nudging it one way then another.

Trembling constantly as though she might fly apart at any second, her body teased to a fever pitch by those now-warm fingers that stroke every inch of her silky smooth skin, all she can do is whimper a soft plea to him as he promises her what she wants so desperately...so odd to think she'd been terrified of this creature mere moments ago. He's been nothing but gentle and kind...if a little sad.

His warm touches tingle through her; he'd felt amazing earlier, with his cool caresses, but this newfound warmth...HER warmth coursing through him...it makes her burn. Those fingers hold to her hips, rocking along with her rhythm as she entices and lures to the best of her ability, trying to pull him into her waiting embrace. They caress her breasts, those modest-yet-perky mounds sensitive to his newly heated touch...so much more now for having had his touch for what feels hours though is in reality minutes...that same touch that's brought her off once already. They trace and tickle her sides, her tummy, her flanks...her thighs, calves, feet...nothing goes untouched by him...and a new point, one of increasing pressure...one she's waited for so long to feel already...

That swirling thickness, silver with his desire as well as her own, presses against the welcoming warmth of her womanhood, pressing against the entrance to that honeypot. For a frozen moment, she can't move, can barely breathe...as though afraid of frightening him away from there. She wants it...aches for it...but there's something crystalline about this moment, almost sacred, as he touches her and feels her while positioning himself just so. Her sex squeezes against the tip of the tentacle, kissing gently against it, welcoming it and bidding it enter her tight, silky folds...but he holds there for a moment...his fingers continuing to stroke and caress her body, tendrils cradling and massaging her while he--

"AAUUUHHH!" Her eyes fly wide as he thrusts into her, swiftly and suddenly...and perfectly in rhythm with her body. One push, and she's full, stretched wide around that thickness...and already climaxing, his girth filling her walls and striking against her sweet spots. "Oh God...OH Godddd...Don't stopppp...!" Almost sobbing with ecstasy as he pushes deep, filling her to the brim...almost crying with sorrow as he pulls back...only to wail in joy again as he fills her once more. His thrusts are slow, rhythmic...and they send lightning dancing through her body as they come to fill her, each one making her quake anew in his embrace, his smaller tendrils of flame doing nothing to alleviate the orgasmic fury coursing through her...and in truth, she WOULD start to cry if she were denied this.

Her hands clenched into fists, toes curled, body bowed into a strong arch as he takes her deep and full, just how she's wanted...that tendril on her little love button playing merry hell with her, making her want to scream in delight...Lacey struggles in every direction, though whether trying to get a moment's respite or to offer herself up for more of this sweet storm of bliss and ecstasy, even she can't say. Her body, sensitive to his barest touches, is little more than a plaything in his tentacled embrace now, clamping down on the gift he's given to her starving core, writhing heatedly for the gifts he's granted her tingling frame.

Whisperer was struck again at how perfectly Lacey responded to his ministrations. He had felt she was near release, but had not thought she would climax when he penetrated her. It was exhilirating to have is ability validated in such a way. And all her heat and passion flowed into him, making him burn hotter and brighter. The core of his flame was nearly white now, his emptiness completely filled with joy and warmth. Yet the more the redhead gave, the more the phantom wanted.

So, even as the young woman's climax rolled on, Whisperer urged her on. His finger-flames danced over her body with a level of energy and excitement that mirrored the orgasmic storm with her. His supporting tendrils squirmed and writhed against her back and sides, rocking and swaying in unison with her quaking frame. The thick tendril in her sex pumped slowly in and out, unencumbered by her clenching tightness.

The continual outpouring of Lacey's passion caused something to burst within Whisperer. His flaming tentacle became more and more like a cock as he thust it into her again and again. At some point he lost track of time and the condition of his captive's body as he became focused on a feeling he had thought lost forever. Faster and faster he hammered into the girl, his cock twisting and pulsing as a half-remembered pressure built within him.

Moments or minutes later (he was unsure which), a pulse of energy flashed out from Whisperer's core. The hot, white wave funneled into his cock-tentacle and with a psychic cry of joy, he pushed the member as deep into Lacey as it would go. Warm liquid bliss rushed into the lovely girl; an ectoplasmic offering that filled both her body and spirit with a taste of all that Whisperer had collected from her so far.

The alien's other tentacles slowed and calmed somewhat as he held is cock deep inside the girl. Eventually the stream of ecto-cum trickled to down to nothing, but not before pumping more into her than her body should have been able to hold. Instead of building up within her womb, the ghostly fluid melted into her, infusing her with more of the alien's spiritual essence.