Kanoe squirms and struggles as the tentacles move her to face her mirror. Her face flushes a deep crimson as she sees her own lustful body. It made the student thrust her chest foward, causing the large orbs to bounce and sway. The young witch's nipples could be seen poking through the tight fitting bra, her breasts looking like they are ready to spill forth from their white cups. Stray strands of her long black hair were stuck to her panting face as she gazes at herself.

"Ahh..Ah..My...Myself?" she whimpers between her deep panting.

The woman's legs quiver as she strain against her bonds. She could see her panties soaked with her nectar and she could feel more flowing freely from her shivering body. Kanoe could feel her insides begin to contract and tighten, hungerly seeking release. Her eyes began to close as she felt the waves of pleasure in her body, teetering on the knife edge from yet another climax.

“Good,” Spectre praised lightly, as one would a slow pupil. It very carefully regulated its Voice, changing the quality subtly in order to prevent Kanoe from slipping over the edge.

“And how would you describe your current physiological state?” It asked leadingly. The creature began to extend the tendrils it had wrapped around the student’s arms and legs. The slowly spiraled along her limbs toward her body, engaging more of her flesh with direct stimuli. It was a calculated effort to counterbalance the soothing effect its Voice had acquired in order to keep her trapped at the edge of bliss.

A faint moan leaves Kanoe's lips at the voice of praise. She could feel more of her warm juices trickling down her sensitive thighs. The young woman began gasping softly as the tendrils run gently around her body. Her heart was racing as she stirs against the chaotic tentacles. She lets out a loud groan as she felt her body burning up with passion. The young witch was shivering as the being held her in that point just away from climaxing. Her body had already tasted the feeling once before and it desperately wanted it again.

The next question was difficult for her to answer. Kanoe was not ready to admit she was aroused. But, how else can she describe such a feeling? Despite the seriousness of the situation, this being had made her feel things she never felt before and it felt good. Her body was heating up, causing a fine shine of sweat to glisten over her body. She continues to squirm, unsure how to cope with this intense lingering feeling.

"I...umm...h-hot..." she moans softly.

“Hot,” Spectre repeated with a hint of disapproval. It recognized the word play as a dodge; a way of admitting her plight without having to actually say it. Though It knew she was innocent, It did not believe for a moment that she was that naive. But her little ruse could work in its favor.

“This is why you fail at your art,” the Thing said disgustedly, deliberately misinterpreting her statement. “A witch who does not know her own body can never hope to control the primal forces of reality.” Throughout, it strived to maintain the balance of stimuli that held her just shy of release.

"Ahh...Ah..I..I don't..ahh..understand," She groans.

Even the voice of disapproval vibrates through her body. Kanoe continues to gaze at the figure though she was more focused on what was happening within her now. She could feel her arousal building and building but she was just a hair's breath from it all releasing through her body. The more she thought about it, the more frustrating it became.

It's second statement got more of a reaction out of the young witch. She glares directly at the being who accuses her for her failures. Her hands clench into fists as she strains against her bonds. The struggles only made Kanoe moan softly from the tingling sensations.

"H-How...ahh...dare you!" She moans.

Spectre laughed. It couldn’t help but find the witch’s outrage amusing; especially since her outburst was punctuated by moans of lust. The statement had been purposefully provocative, of course - a kernel of truth cloaked in layers of innuendo. Kanoe’s reaction, however was stronger than expected. Perhaps it had hit closer to the mark than it had thought. Regardless, it continued with its prepared line of reasoning.

“To master the Power, one must master oneself; to master oneself, one must know oneself - all aspects of oneself.” Spectre enjoyed tormenting the girl by both building and thwarting her need for release, but it also had a grander plan.

“The heat of your body is merely a symptom. What is the cause?”

Kanoe groans as the being's voice continues to wash over her body. She felt like her body was going to scream. Her dripping cunt was beginning to contract on nothing, her body shuddering at that point just before climaxing. She wanted it to stop, she wanted to let go but she couldn't. The young witch was losing control, her breathing growing much more eratic. Her vision begins to blur as her eyes begin to glaze over in lust. It would not be much longer before her wants become needs.

"A-Arousal?" she moans.

The witch shuts her eyes. She couldn't believe she admitted it. But, it was true. She felt so good eventhough her situation was far from warranting such a feeling. Kanoe only began to struggle more, becoming much more desperate to escape this being.

Spectre paused, ostensibly to deal with the student’s increased struggles, though, in truth, she had very little chance of escape. Its tentacles were like cracks in reality, completely immutable other than through its own force of will. In actuality, it was letting her body ‘cool’ slightly. It knew she was near the breaking point. It could see as much in the way her breasts strained against her bra with every labored breath; could hear it in the huskiness of her voice. The Thing could feel the tightly wound tension of her body in the way she jerked against her bonds. But it was not ready to let her experience the explosive release again, just yet.

Presumably as a method of dealing with Kanoe’s desperate bid for escape, Spectre extended its tendrils more. They coiled along her upper arms, holding them more securely behind her back. They spiraled up her thighs, rubbing against the honey-slicked inner surface. When it was finished, the tips of its tentacles just crested her shoulders and brushed the edges of her sodden panties.

“Better,” it said finally, letting its voice wash over her again, referring as much to her answer as to the unnecessary precaution.

“Arousal is a manifestation of desire,” it continued, pushing her back toward the breaking point. “What is it you desire?”

Her struggles grew weaker as the tendrils wrap further up her limbs and began to manipulate her body into a more helpless position. The woman's breast bounce and sway, her chest thrusted out now that her arms were bound behind her. Kanoe's heavily aroused and firmed breasts looked ready to pour out of her white school issue bra as she quivers in the being's bonds. Every pant, every breath causes the pale flesh to ripple and glisten in the bit of light there was in the room. Her panties were darkened heavily, soaking so much of her nectar while the excess continues to run down her thighs.

She couldn't help herself. The witch's eyes close as she lets out a loud moan, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. The being's voice showed it's approval of her answer causing her cunt to drip more of her precious nectar onto the floor. The words arousal and desire floated in her clouded mind. She knew what she desired when she first summoned but now she felt something completely different. It all felt so good, was this what she wanted?

"Ahh..Ah..Pl-Pleasure?" She moans, sounding unsure of herself.

“Oh, but there are many types of pleasure,” Spectre returned lightly, keeping its Voice low. “Good food, a quiet moment, the song of a bird; all these can bring pleasure.” It paused to let its words sift through the haze of Kanoe’s growing need. And to keep from overstimulating her prematurely.

“Listen to your body. What is it you long for?”

"Ah..Ahh!"

Kanoe could not stop moaning. Her womanly fluids were trickling off her panties onto the floor, completely soaked to the point of holding no more. The woman was bucking against bonds. Her struggles renew and grew more and more desperate. She couldn't fight it anymore. She knew what she wanted, she needed it.

"Nngh..ah..s-something..in..inside me.." She groans, "Pl-Please! I..I'm...I'm so..h-hot. I...I can't take it!"

The witch gazes at the being, her eyes completely lost in her lust. Her resistance broke down as wild thoughts of passion clouded her mind. Tears began to fall down her cheeks, her body straining as it maintains that preclimatic point. She was nearly drooling as she looks at the figure pleadingly, she had no one else to turn to.

“Yeesss,” Spectre hissed. “Now you begin to understand.” As it spoke, it positioned another tentacle between Kanoe’s legs, using the tip to prod at the saturated fabric of her panties.

“You cannot deny your sexual nature,” the Thing continued, letting the full power of its Voice wash through her. At the same time, it thrust the tentacle into her. The appendage passed through her panties as though they weren’t there, simply phasing through the material to stab viciously into her dripping sex.

The woman's dripping cunt was already clenching, hungerly wishing it to be filled with something, anything. The voice caresses over her sensitive body as she shudders with pleasure. Every breath that came from the woman was a heavy lustful moan as more and more of her nectar drips onto the floor. If there was still any sense left in the woman she would have been disgusted in herself, a once prideful witch reduced to a desperate lustfilled woman.

Kanoe's eyes were rolling back as the voice proves to be too much. She could feel her body slipping away into pure ectasy. The woman's eyes suddenly went wide as a tentacle thrusts up into her body. The young witch screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Eyes glaze over in bliss as a mixture of virgin blood and nectar gushes from her body. She falls nearly limp in her bonds as the choatic tentacle fills her body, her cunt clenching on it tightly as she continues to cum messily all over it. The woman's breasts sway gently as her breathing became erratic lustful pants of pleasure.

"Ohh! Oh god.." She moans faintly.

Spectre held the witch while she rode out her orgasm. Its tentacle was buried as deeply inside her clutching tunnel as it could manage, but the feeling of her hot, wet cunt desperately clamping on the solid shaft of chaos brought it no pleasure. A being of flesh and blood would likely have been driven to an explosive release of its own, but the Thing from Beyond was an incarnation of chaos made manifest by its own will.

Not that it wasn’t well rewarded for its efforts; it greatly enjoyed the way Kanoe’s features contorted in ecstacy, the way pain and pleasure warred for dominance in her voice as she screamed, and the way it had made her soil her panties with blood and nectar. Most of all, it reveled in the fact that it had turned a proud young witch into a wanton who begged for her own violation.

Spectre was still and silent as it waited for Kanoe’s climax to abate. Then, when it felt her pussy begin to relax, it pulled its tentacle from her. The appendage was wiped clean as it retreated through the fabric of her undergarment, which it left completely intact. Afterward, the being let her legs close for a moment as it used the tendril to peel the sodden and bloody garment off of her, dragging it unimpeded through the other tentacles wrapped around her long, smooth legs.

“Now you have tasted true Power,” Spectre said, not bothering to control or focus its Voice in any way.. Like most of the monster’s statements, this one was not entirely false. It intended to build a web of half-truths to lead this young woman down a path of deceit and corruption.

The climax washes over the woman followed by fatigue. Kanoe does not attempt move as she lets herself enjoy the lingering feeling and sensations her body had just experienced. Her lustfilled eyes gaze at the figure wearily. The woman was speechless. A faint gasp escapes her lips as she feels the tentacle slither out of her now violated body. Her body was no longer pure, her virginity lost to a being not even of this world.

Nectar continues to drip slowly from her soiled panties, a once white undergarment now darkened with moisture and blood. Kanoe still made no attempts of moving as she felt her panties slide down her thighs. She could only gaze at the cloaked figure. Her mind was confused, lost in a haze of passion. The woman shivers as air finally meets her dripping sex.

The being's voice washes over her once more, making her gasp in pleasure as more of her womanly fluids drip down her thighs. She could not resist this being's power. Her body was weary but relaxed in it's tentacles as the glimmer of reason slowly returns to her eyes. Kanoe stirs in her bonds. Only now does she realize she gave her virginity to this demon. The woman blinks back tears as she glares at it.

"Wh-What...did you..do to..me?" She moans weakly.