The last few words suddenly pushed her over the edge. Ripples and ripples of tense contractions send the woman into spiraling bliss. Her body goes ragged in Kanoe's grasp, signaling her orgasm had finally taken its course.

She couldn't even comprehend her lover's cries for her to just give in and 'Spectre' telling her she probably should comply. She was tossed and turned inside by the strong blissful torment she finally was allowed release in. It took few moments for her to finally come back down from her heaven, exhausted thoroughly. Deep, raspy breaths escape her drooling lips before she tries to speak again.

"I'm... alright... I can do it," she says in a soft, exasperated voice.

"You're being foolish," She sighs, "How will you relay all that needs to be done if you are cumming over yourself, love?"

Kanoe's fingers slide along the dripping folds slowly. Though her touch was tender, it was more to show how wet the woman has become. A climax from the Voice was nothing like any other monster. There was nothing touching the person physically. It is just pure force and power overloading the body's needs. It was one thing to be raped and climax then. This was just climaxing out of their control.

"Please," She whispers, "You've done enough. You're exhausted."

“Shall I continue?” Spectre boomed, its Voice slamming into Clarice clearer and sharper than ever before, as though her recent orgasm had only made her more sensitive to it. It was all part of the game it was playing with the pair, using their desire to protect one another against them.

Ironically, Kanoe already knew what she needed to do to hear the Voice once more, if she could only remember. But, then, how would it look to Clarice if the dark witch remembered after all this torment?

She gives a soft gasp as warm figners slide into her robes and gently rub inbetween her folds to show how wet she was. Her body tense upward to try and escape reality that she was pudding in Spectre's hands, slowly eaten away until there would be nothing left. But there was too much at stake.

Its pwoerful voices slams into her back, forcing her to press hard into Kanoe's embrace as she cries out in surprise. It zeroed in on her tender spots. The middle of her back, the nap of her neck, and of course her breasts and her now trickling folds. Her first orgasm had eroded away like it was nothing. She was losing it quickly.

But still, she lifts a shaky hand to Kanoe's cheek, smiling though it was broken.

"Wha-what wou-would you-you do i-if you-were m-me, K-Kanoe..."

She couldn't waste her breath on her lvoer right now, unfortunatly. She wanted to say more to her, but she was restrained. What little strength she had, she was losing fast. She wouldn't make it before she passed out. It was unbearable truth. All her suffering. It was either tell her and make the woman join her or suffer alone and not relay the complete message and leave Kanoe to hell with a demon. Surely the creature would continue its message. Maybe she could make it...

The sudden buck of Claire's hips causes her fingers to dip into the woman's shivering folds. Not wishing to cause her lover more problems, she slowly pulls out. Kanoe could feel the heat around her fingers as the woman's folds tighten and clench around her two fingers. Taking Claire's hand in hers, she looks deep into her lover's eyes.

"And what would you do if you were me, Clarice?" She returns the question.

It was useless though. The woman was stubborn as can be and never likes to lose, much like herself. But, will Clarice survive all this blissful torment? Could she relay the message or will they just have to go blind when they have to fight Deimos once more. If they were to fail, would Clarice be free of this being and the Voice?

Spectre was silent for a moment, for its question had not been answered. It allowed a moment of peace while the pair conferred with each other. It knew Clarice was stubborn, but surely even she could see how her silence would result only in loss. Either they could suffer the Voice together, or suffer eternally apart should Deimos drag Kanoe to Hell with him.

“It is clear you will be unable to repeat all that needs to be said,” Spectre finally spoke, disgust coloring its Voice. “Make the next few days together precious, for they will be your last.” Despite the tone of disdain, it remained as stimulating as ever, lighting Clarice’s nervous system on fire with intense pleasure that was almost indistinguishable from pain.

"A-alright alright...pl-please, Spectre..." she softly whimpers, holding the woman close to her. She didn't want to lose her forever. And that left her with but one choice. She lowers her head away from Kanoe. Still, she felt deep guilt for this.

Ignoring the Voice's continuous torment on ehr body for a moment, she pulls herself to her lover's ear.

"I-Invite him again... I'm sorry... I-I couldn't... protect you..."

Perhaps she should have been more supportive. But, there was no way she was going to sit by and watch her lover's brain turn to putty by the constant assaults of this unseen being. Though she was suppose to be glad that Claire was letting her bear the burden, the faint whimper of defeat sent a shiver down her spine. This was all just a game to Spectre and it was making sure it wins.

Knowing that it will be even harder to be rid of the being now, Kanoe was reluctant to admit that she needed the vile thing. The partial victory they had before would be erased and she would be back at square one. But at this point, it was worth it if it lets Clarice have just a little bit of peace. Stroking her lover's cheek, she plants a soft kiss on her lips.

"I..invite you, Spectre," Her heart sank as she whispers those words. Her body was tensing up, preparing for the worse.

For a long moment, nothing happened. All was still and not a whisper from the Voice could be heard. Outside, the night crawled by in relative peace.

Suddenly, a shimmer appeared in the air at the foot of the bed. Reality warped as Spectre forced its terrible will into this plane. A growth emerged on the face of existence; a pustule that swelled and swelled until it popped, releasing a horrible infection into the universe. Strange, replicating strands of chaos spilled from the tear. They danced and wove together, resolving into a familiar cloaked ‘figure.’

“I accept,” Spectre’s Voice issued from beneath the hood of the cloak. For the fist time, both witches could ‘hear’ it. But, far from being an overwhelming wave of sensation, each woman was subject to about half the power she might expect given previous experience. “Thank you, witchling.”

She looks down at her failure. She had completely failed in saving Kanoe from the being that caused her to climax in her lover's arms. Guilt weighs heavy on her heart it makes her shift to lower herself from her lvoe's eyesight. What could be worse? Of coruse, no one should ask that.

A friction ran up her spine, making her stiff and tense as the being answers Kanoe's invite. Clarice turns her head around to the foot of the bed when she feels reality was... just breaking apart. It was like a tingle up and down her spine, giving her a warning signal. She watches in slight fear as a vortex seems to come forth, chaos seems to come everywhere at the foot of the bed... until a being forms from it all.

A cloaked figure, striking her as something she shouldn't even think of getting near. Her grip tightens around Kanoe's robes. She was completely taken by shock at what this voice's holder looked like. She should've known it would've been so inhuman.

It was like the entire world held it's breath after Kanoe spoke those words. The very fabric of reality began to distort and tear open as Spectre returns to this plane of existence. It had been a very long time since she has seen the cloaked figure, not since her first night on this island. This was Claire's first time she thinks, telling from how tightly the woman was now holding onto her.

Despite tensing up and preparing herself, the Voice ripples through her defenses like they were not there. A wild tingling sensation washes through her entire body. It was not as bad as she thought it would be but the effects were no doubt happening. The tingling lingers a bit over the witch's breasts and sides causing her to let out a long breath of air. Already her nipples were beginning to harden slightly, the body slowly being retrained to succumb to the being once more.

"How dare you bring Clarice into this," She hissed, her eyes narrowing, "She is not part of your little game. But, I do not doubt that Deimos will go after me. You have more effective lies hidden in that cloak than to try to scare me with a demon. Now, just say your piece and leave Claire alone."

Spectre chuckled slightly at the outburst. It had expected no less from the volatile young woman. The utter dismay on Clarice’s face was a bit less expected, but then the last time she was in the presence of its manifestation, she wasn’t exactly in her right mind . . .

“I did what I must in order to reach you,” Spectre rumbled, its Voice teasing both witches with light ‘strokes’ over their erogenous zones. “Your inability to control Deimos is as much my failing as it is yours . . . I thought you were ready . . . “

A loose moan and the woman finds herself being teased in more way then one. Having already cummed once, her body was sensitive extremely to the vibrations. With its 'explanantion' her face of dismay quickly flaters to rising lust. She had already lost half her mind and now the being was working its way into clouding what little judgment she had in this situation about Deimos.. or whomever the demon was called.

Eyes close as she feels the half force of teasings in her sesetive spots lift her bliss to newer heights. She couldn't stop what it did by talking. She couldn't stop if it tried something. All she could do was sit there, her loose grip around Kanoe's robes, and take what was thrown. Hard breasts and a sopping cunt were proof she wasn't taking it well.

The witch slips an arm around Claire's body. She kept her close knowing that the woman was already at her limit. Kanoe was fairing a bit better. The ripples of sensation continue to stroke along her pale skin and beyond it. Her breathing was now slow and deep as her breasts firm up and fill with heated blood. She cannot let this conversation go for long or both of them will succumb. Despite being pissed about the failure involving Deimos, she had to move on.

"It does not matter now," She replies, still maintaining her composure, "You say there are ways to be rid of him, I'm listening."

Such restraint! Spectre was almost proud of the young witch’s valiant effort, though she was already doomed to failure. The Thing was tempted to test the limits of her control by stinging her pride with a litany of past failures, but decided against it. The course of action is planned to suggest would be trying enough.

“Yes,” Spectre began, then paused, almost hesitant. “There are many ways . . . But only one that I can see is within your power.” In truth, it doubted there were any actually within her power - not on this island, at least. But it planned to make sure she would succeed, if she went through with the thoroughly detestable plan of action it meant to suggest.

“However, it is quite ‘distasteful.’”