“Very well,” Spectre said as its manifestation began to shrink once more. “Then I leave you to your own devices.”

The cloak folded in on itself as it grew smaller and smaller. Impossibly, it always remained recognizable as a cloak until it dwindled away to nothing. But though its manifestation was gone, Spectre’s consciousness remained, watching and listening undetectably. It knew it had left her in a state of high arousal and it wanted to see how she dealt with the situation.

She would let out a sigh of relief as the figure finally returns from where it came from. But, she was anything but relaxed. Kanoe takes long heavy breaths as she feels her fluids running down her thighs, tickling the sensitive flesh. The witch blushes deeply, oh god how could just it's voice make her feel so good? Her fingers glide slowly down her body, grazing over her belly. With a gasp her hand stops, shaking as if fighting the urge. What was she doing? She can't do this.

With a quick look around to make sure she was alone, Kanoe made her way into the shower. She was nearly stumbling as she could feel her insides quivering and twitching with need. The thoughts of just resisting were long gone after a night of sexual pleasures and tortures. Right now, she only knows her body needs it and it was going to drive her crazy if she does not satisfy it. Her fingers fumble at the knobs, turning on the warm water of the shower and in she goes.

The young fell to her knees as she groans, letting the water caress and soak over her body. Soft pants escape her lips as she closes her eyes. She let her hands act on their own. One slides up her pale body and gently begins to stroke and squeeze one of her firm breasts. The other, continues it's path downward, dipping two fingers into her dripping cunt. Immediately, her hips rock forward to meet the pumping fingers. She could almost hear her juices squishing out as she began thrusting into herself. It felt so amazing. This night was her first time experiencing the pleasures of flesh. Kanoe began moaning softly as she does her best to make her body cum.

Spectre watched for a while, pleased that Kanoe didn’t just try to wait out the urges. Though it had yet to deceive her into thinking she could channel orgasmic bliss into mystical power, it had introduced her to that bodily delight. Already she was succumbing to passionate need (however unnatural its source) without prompting, and it suspected she might find such desires crawling into her mind unbidden in the future.

The Thing from Beyond turned its attention away from the raven-haired student who was desperately seeking release from the pressures it had built within her. It was satisfied that the she had taken the first small step down the path to corruption it had laid out for her. In any event, it had a cave to prepare in case she decided to take that next step . . .