“I know many things,” Spectre replied. “I know the Word, for I am there when it is spoken to banish the darkness. I know the Sigil which created that darkness, for I will assist in writing it. I have seen all that can be seen. I know why you continually fail in your practice of the arts. But most importantly, I know what you need to ease the symptoms that now afflict you.”

The creature pauses a moment, letting its words register through Kanoe’s growing lust. Its claims are highly exaggerated, but contain enough truth that they are not outright lies. Before the girl can muster a respone, Spectre finally answers the question of price. Though it truly had no need or desire for such a thing, It named the one thing most often associated with demonic compacts.

“All this is surely a great bargain for but a small part of your soul . . . “

Still hugging the book to her, Kanoe falls back and sits on the bed. She could feel her insides quivering with need, with desire. Her undergarments were soaking with her nectar, now flowing freely from her womanhood. The young witch's mind was clouded with a haze that could only be described as lust. Her instincts were quickly telling her what she wanted. The young woman's body already knew and was already hungering for a blissful release. Her eyes no longer looked at the figure before her, lost in an inner struggle within herself.

"S-Symptoms.." She stammers softly, "How?"

Kanoe raises her gaze finally, her eyes barely able to focus on the cloaked figure. Soft moans escape her lips as her breathing began to grow erratic. Her young innocent mind was not going to survive these primal urges.

Spectre was pleased by Kanoe’s reaction. She hardly even flinched at the idea of losing part of her soul. She must have been teetering on the brink of madness, suffering with the need its Voice provoked in her innocent young body. Perhaps she was ready for the first of many indignities?

“You have merely to invite me in,” Spectre said smoothly, carefully controlling its Voice to keep her need high but constant. It didn’t want her arousal to peak before time. The invitation was utterly unnecessary; It could take her at any time. It just wanted to see if she would capitulate.

Kanoe's body was burning up. Nails were gently raking across the cover of her tome as she tries to think. Will she be able to control it once it leaves the circle? She could not remember in her clouded mind. A whimper escapes her lips as she buries her face against the cover of her book, hiding her blushing face. She felt like she could just burst in any second. Oh god...why did she feel this way? She could feel the warm fluids between her thighs as they instinctfully rub together for hope of any stimulation. Her mind did not know what to do but, she knew she did not want to be seen like this.

"G-Go away!" she stammers.

She bites down on her lip as she lets out a stifled moan. Still hiding her face, her body continues to shudder with every heavy breath. Her hands began stroking the cover of her book as she tries desperately to calm herself down. Slowly, a hand slid lower and lower down her book. Her hand quivers as it kept going, caressing over the soft fabric of her robes. The young witch's body was screaming with desire. The voice of reason was growing softer as her fingers slide behind her book, lightly running over her own thighs. Only a small part of her still cared if this cloaked figure saw her doing this. All she knows is she desperately needs this and she needs it now.

“So be it, witch,” Spectre replied coldly, a new quality of its Voice stabbing to the very core of her being like a blade of despair. The cloaked figure seemed to shrink, slowly collapsing inward.

“I leave you to your suffering,” it said as though pronouncing sentence. The finality of its tone promised endless torment.

Kanoe watches the figure begin to shrink. Her body was still quivering with arousal as she tries to control her breathing. Seeing the being leaving left the witch feeling afraid but at the same time relieved. The tips of her fingers were slowly running along her robes, caressing her dripping folds through the fabric. It was almost over. She stood up from the bed, still clutching the book tightly as she watches the cloaked figure collapse inward. Such a strange but powerful being. It was ok though, as long as it remained in the circle. Kanoe lets out a long sigh as she sets the tome on her bed, the feeling of the cover rubbing briefly over her engorged nipples made her quiver with pleasure. Perhaps a shower was in order, a very very long shower.

Spectre mentally applauded Kanoe. It felt a bit of disappointment at the thought of having to abandon the illusion of a summoning, but such were the consequences of a failed bluff. Then the young woman set aside her book; the book she had held since the start of the ritual; the book that contained the secrets she had learned and was very much like a focus for her power. Perhaps the game was not over yet.

As soon as Kanoe’s fingers left the tome, everything changed. The slow shrinking of Spectre’s manifestation ceased. Then suddenly the cloaked figure was larger than before, looming over the student as it floated down off the table.

“Well played, witch,” Spectre blasted Kanoe with the full power of its Voice, sending waves of stimulation crashing through her highly aroused body. The front of its cloak parted slightly, revealing a sliver of the chaos within. Long tendrils of the stuff shot from the opening, spreading throughout the room like cracks in reality. Spectre exuded dozens of the tentacles in that instant, simultaneously reaching for the young witch and her precious book.

Kanoe's eyes went wide as the figure stood before her. Before she could even think, that powerful voice vibrates through her still aroused body. The young witch spasms as her body could not take it. A damp spot forms on her robe around her crotch as her body spasms in pleasure, her nectar spilling forth in her first ever climax. Her lets grew weak and gave as she fell to her knees. She had never felt something so amazing before.

Kanoe shakes her head, trying to free herself from her lustful daze. Her vision clears only to see long tendrils of what could only be described as chaos washes and swarms through the room. She lets out a scream as several tentacles suddenly lash out at her. Her body was weary from her first climax, unable to focus enough to cast a spell as the tentacles reach her body.

Spectre coiled its tentacles around Kanoe. Wherever they touched her black robe, the fabric disintegrated, turning to ash before dissipating entirely. Even as the chaos infection spread quickly through the garment, tendrils of nonexistence entwined the student’s limbs. By the time Spectre hauled her into the air, the robe was completely destroyed - banished from existence - leaving Kanoe clad in only her white bra and sodden panties.

The Thing from Beyond used other tentacles to retrieve the witch’s tome from her bed. It held the book in front of her.

“Is this the source of all your knowledge and power?” it asked contemptuously. Its Voice radiated from every portion of its manifestation, filling the room and shivering directly against the bare flesh of her arms and legs. More intense, yet somehow smoother despite its mocking tone, it produced a much gentler sensation than before.

A squeak of shock leaves her lips as Kanoe is lifted into the air. She squirms in the tentacles' grasp. Her eyes widen as she felt them pressing against her skin, her robes flaking away into nothing. Immediately Kanoe freezes, was that going to happen to her body as well? The tendrils left a tingling sensation through her body. Like it was not quiet hot or perhaps cold. It felt rough and smooth, slimey and dry. The feelings seem to be different every time she tries to analyze it. But, she was thankful that it was not acid to her body at least. She remained held in the air. She could feel her panties, soaked and pressed against her folds. Her bare thighs glisten with her nectar from the bit of light in the room. Breasts sway gently in her tight white bra as her breathing deepens from the excertion of her first time of blissful release. Kanoe glares at the cloaked figure. Her mouth opens to shout only to stop, seeing the tome in the being's tentacles.

The young witch's hands clench into fist. How dare he! Or perhaps it was an it, she was uncertain. Kanoe continues to glare at the figure. She clenches her teeth as she holds back a faint moan, feeling the vibrations of it's voice across her bare skin. The woman pants softly as she looks away, her limbs straining against her bonds some. She did not want to admit anything to this demon. She did not want to give it that satisfaction.

Spectre laughed knowingly. Kanoe’s determined refusal to speak only reinforced what it already knew. Her defiance was almost cute in its naivete. It was almost a shame she wouldn’t be quite so innocent when it was done with her.

“No?” it rumbled in mock surprise. “Then you won’t mind if I consume it as I did your robe just now . . . “ The use of the word consume was a deliberate attempt to mislead the young witch; destroy would have been a more proper term, but Spectre wanted to foster the illusion that it had another motive for its threat than just to torment her. It wanted her to think that it would like nothing better than to eat the rare volume.

Even as the beast initiated a plan to torment the girl’s mind, its Voice continued to assault her senses. Slow waves of stimulation washed over her with each word it spoke. The effect was perhaps less invasive than before, but was also more inclusive as direct contact with her skin made her body into a sounding board for the Voice.

"St-Stop.." Kanoe whispers as she shivers weakly, "Don't touch that book."

It was no use. Kanoe could not afford to lose that tome. This being was in control though it's voice was doing a fine job as well. Her breasts sway with each soft breath that left her lips. Engorged tits could be seen poking through the cups of her bra, sticking out like thumbs. The insides of her legs glisten as her nectar continues to flow, running down her pale skin. The young witch's cheeks blush in a mixture of anger and arousal as wave after wave of stimulation wears down her body. Kanoe stops straining against the tentacles, letting herself simple hang in her bonds. Her gaze lowers.

"Ahh..Wh-What is it...you ahh...want?" the young woman groans.

“Oh, so it is valuable?” Spectre kept its Voice low and constant, trying to produce a slow build-up in Kanoe’s body. It didn’t intend to let her cum again until she begged, so it planned to slowly push her to the edge and keep her there.

The being intentionally ignored the young witch’s question, focusing on the way she told it to spare the book.

“But perhaps I should eat it anyway, to teach you your place; you are in no position to be making demands.”

Kanoe could feel her body growing warmer as the voice ripples across her body. She could feel her heart beating faster. The rise and fall of her chest became more noticable as each breath grew deeper. Her mind began to drift, losing her focus. The young witch's body began to glisten with sweat from her body's excertion and struggle. It only made the tingling feeling from the chaotic tendrils much more apparent as her body felt even more sensitive. She groans as she felt her own warm nectar trickle down her inner thigh. Oh god, why did everything have to feel so good?

The young witch barely registers the figure's threat. She shakes her head as her thighs rub together. Realization finally lights in her eyes as she raises her eyes to gaze at he cloaked figure. Even her mind clouded with arousal she knew, she must not lose that book.

"D-Don't ahh..pl-please..."

“Better,” Spectre said, limiting the power of its Voice a bit more. It wanted her close to the brink of climax, but it also wanted her at least marginally focused. It had to walk a fine line.

The Thing turned Kanoe to face the full length mirror on her closet door, pulling her arms behind her back and forcing her to thrust her impressive chest forward. It also pulled her legs apart slightly, as much to prevent her from rubbing her thighs together as to provide a clearer view of her soaking panties.

“Now, tell me what you see.” Spectre instructed, keeping a tight reign on its Voice.