“If only it were that simple,” Spectre replied. “But you are going to need her help in dealing with Deimos.” The Voice was a constant throb of moderate stimulation pushing Clarice inexorably toward her next climax while it chipped away at Kanoe’s resolve.

“She will have to withstand as much and possibly more if she is to be of use to you when you face the demon.” The Thing paused slightly before adding: “and you will have to be able to deal with seeing her suffer thus.”

She took long, hard breathes as the being spoke once more. She couldn't hear anything of what it was saying and frankly her mindset was not to care right now.

As much as she disapproved of self stimulation, her hand seems to conjure a mind of its own. Slipping down her stomach through her robes, they immediately dive into her dripping folds. She now realizes how wet she truly was as she begins to rub her tender spot for higher pleasure. It felt so good with the Voice's added tension building through her entire being.

She hated being a weak woman sometimes, but this monster had caught her way off guard. She was destined to end up on the floor covered in her own nectar. Breasts were peaked to their maximum while her sex and throbbing clit were as wet as ever. Her digits were far too easily penetrating her tunnel. When she gets a better grip on herself she may feel some guilt for succumbing so quickly, but as of right now she desperately wanted release.

Kanoe looks to Claire. It was too late for the woman now. She watches the mystic succumb completely and began masturbating right before the cloaked figure. It sent a shiver down her spine knowing that she may be joining her lover soon. She turns back to glaring at Spectre.

"I'm not going to sacrifice Claire instead of me to Deimos if that is what you are hinting at," She says quickly.

Her breathing was heavier. She could feel her nipples grazing the inside of her robes with each breath. Her fingers dig into the bed sheets as she focuses on keeping her composure. The witch had to endure and hear this being out. She had no choice in the matter now.

“Of course not,” Spectre replied a bit indignantly. In truth, the idea had occurred to the Thing, but it had dismissed the thought immediately. “I know you would rather be taken yourself than allow such a fate to befall her.”

The hood of the cloak swivelled to fix more directly on Clarice. Spectre was quite satisfied to see the proud young woman reduced to a needy whore by just its Voice. But the Being gave no outward indication of just how much it enjoyed the spectacle. Indeed, its tone was almost kind as it spoke again:

“And I have no more wish to see Clarice enslaved by the demon than you do.” Tendrils of pure chaos slipped from a gap in the cloak, reaching for the lovely blonde mystic who was desperately seeking fulfillment.

Her eyes hardly registered tendrils coming at her. She was still needy for bliss, mind set was mostly turned off except for wanting pleasure. She remembered faintly of how she ended up last time those tendrils had her.

As tendrils slither towards her, she didn't even flinch away from them as they send shivers up and down her spine. She weakly looks up to Kanoe as tendrils come closer to her. She knew there was little the woman could do for her, both were going to be pulled into the being's grasp. She merely stayed in her place, too consumed with sexual stimulation to care what the being would do to her right now.

She still continued to stroke herself, long ragged breathes mix with higher pitched moans. The being's voice was mixing so well with her bliss. It kept attacking her body in more way then one. She was puddy in its hands.

"Don't touch her!" Kanoe hissed.

The Voice left tiny vibrations within her being after it had finished speaking. The witch was not out yet though. She moves between Spectre and Clarice. Her eyes flare as her mana began to flow within her. It was useless to fight this being but she could care less. Kanoe was not about to watch Claire be manipulated further by this being.

"Just say what needs to be done and leave her be," She says evenly, "We both know what your Voice does to us so stop beating around the bush and just tell us!"

Fully expecting Kanoe to intervene, Spectre was not deterred. Its first set of tentacles simply wrapped around the defiant witch, attempting to pin her arms to her sides. The Thing was neither impressed by her display of power nor afraid of what she might do with that power. It was highly unlikely she could do anything that could effect the manifestation, much less the Eternal Entity behind it.

“I’m just going to give her what her body desires,” Spectre said calmly. “Which is nothing compared to what Deimos will do to her.”

Another set of tendrils emerged, ripping through the room like lightning in slow motion. They arced around to grab at Clarice, despite her lover’s protestations.

“If you are going to succeed, you will have to be able to watch this and more, for the only way you will be able to defeat Deimos is to outlast his assault, waiting to strike until he has spent himself on the conquest of your bodies.”

She too expected Kanoe to intervene. As much as it pained her toa dmit it, she used her lover's intervention as a means to gather herself together. The woman did a good job in keeping the monster busy with speaking directly to her.

Her hand slowly slips out of her folds as it enars her. With a weak groan she swats it away in a vain attempt to keeping herself free of the creature. Ragged and heavy breathing signified she was still very aroused and ehated. So much she falls to her side and manages to hold herself up by her arms, shaky as they were.

"Am... am I so weak... you think I am to suffer to a spawned demon?" she hisses lowly. Her voice was broken and soft in some places as she tries to speak. Her hands grip the sheets while she tries to recover what little strength she had left.

"I'd rather... die then see Kanoe suffer. You will not... get the better of me! You've said what you needed to... so go away!"

"Nngh..N-No.." She moans softly.

The tingling feeling of chaos crawls over her skin. The tendrils felt as if they were touching bare skin as they pinned Kanoe's arms to her sides. The Voice vibrates through her entire body as it spoke directly at her. Her body sways, visibly shaken by the strange sensations. Kanoe's cheeks were beginning to blush faintly as she felt her knees growing weak.

The being's suggestion is to wear the demon out by letting it rape them both? The thought disgusted her but she was in no condition to protest now. It was her turn to slowly be worn down by the Voice. Her arms strain against her bonds as she watches the tendrils arch towards Claire. It brought a little relief to see her love still fighting. But, it was a matter of time before they both succumb to their lustful desires.

The tendrils Clarice swatted made no progress toward her, but neither could they be pushed away. As part of Spectre’s manifestation, they were literally tears in reality through which the Thing worked its will and could only be moved by that will. Still, the Being made no further attempt to ensnare the blonde. As long as it had a hold of either of the witches, it had both of them in its power; it knew that neither would desert the other.

Perhaps ironically, Clarice’s renewed resistance actually rather pleased Spectre. It had begun to fear it had pushed her too far with the earlier assault. But now that she was showing a spark of her natural determination again, it knew she could stand more of the torment it had planned.

“Ah, good!” Spectre praised heartily. “You will need that fire to succeed in the coming trial.”

As it spoke, more and more of its chaos tendrils swarmed over Kanoe. Her robes disintegrated as the tentacles moved to bind her, lifting her into the air facing her lover with her legs spread wide.

“But make no mistake, you will also have to endure watching your lover suffer.” Spectre’s Voice was directed at both witches, though Kanoe was hit hardest due to the direct physical contact. Still, the stimulation was at nowhere near full power - it was merely enough to ensure the dark witch would keep heating up while her lover was actually allowed to cool a bit.

“And death would be a selfish, cowardly way to avoid the experience.”

"Stop it! Why would you push yourself on either of us if your actually a manifestation from Kanoe" she yells with all her strength at the being.

She growls lowly as he starts tormenting her lover while rising her to make her watch. Her legs were spread before her eyes as her robes disinigrated. There was no doubt in her mind this was a conspiracy all along. Even if it wasn't true and she was imagining it, it was something to yell at the monster for to possibly confuse it.

"Your nothing but a leech from hell. What are you trying to accomplish?! Is this some kind of game to you?!"

Her robes melted away, revealing her glistening body to her lover and to Spectre. Juices trickle down her spread thighs as she lifted up into the air. She weakly pulls at her bonds, not wanting Claire to watch what happened her first night repeat itself.

"Pl-Please...no.." She gasps.

Her struggles quickly ended as the Voice seems to vibrate through the very tendrils holding her. A low groan leaves her lips. She could feel her insides quivering with anticipation. It had been a long time since her body had suffered from the Voice. Her cheeks blush as the vibrations flow down her arms and flood into her heavy pale orbs. She could feel her nipples throbbing, burning with need as she pants softly. No, she did not want Claire to watch this. Her eyes shut and looks away in shame.

Though Clarice’s tirade was not completely unexpected, Spectre did not answer right away. In the intervening silence, it continued to secure its hold on Kanoe. It pulled her arms behind her back, forcing her to thrust her impressive chest out further. A pair of tendrils spiraled up the slopes of her full breasts, tips moving closer and closer to the hardened buds that crowned them.

“Courage, witchling,” Spectre said softly, its Voice flowing directly into her sensitive mounds. “It is necessary.” With the last syllable, the ends of the questing tentacles finally reached Kanoe’s nipples, squeezing lightly as a taste of the Voice flowed into them.

That done, the Thing turned its attention back to Clarice. The nothingness beneath the hood of the cloak stared down at her as Spectre finally deigned to address her questions - or at least one in particular.

“What I am trying to accomplish,” it intoned carefully, as one might to a slow, but favored, pupil. “Is to make certain you are both as ready for your encounter with the demon as you can be.” Though Spectre spoke primarily to Clarice, its Voice lightly teasing her still-aroused body, Kanoe was not spared any of the stimulating vibrations. They rung throughout her body, especially over and through her sensitive breasts.

She flinches at Kanoe's sorrow, feeling it as her own. As much as she had tried to ignore her lvoer's shame, it kept prodding and growing from her emberrassing position. In a sympathetic effort to ease Kanoe's shame, her turns away and doesn't watch the scene. She was ususeless, there was nothing she could do for the woman. It took enough energy to stay sitting and talking. She wouldn't be able to free her if she tried.

Hands grips and twit in the sheets as Spectre turns its Voice to wards her. Finally her arms give out udner her as her body takes in the vibrations sent through her. Her mind was becoming puddy again. Her determinationw as deteriorating fast in her foggy eyes.

Teeth grit, but moan escape fully. Helpless on her bed, her body twitches and spasm from thes timualtion forced into it. That wasn't specifically what she had asked, but she ignores his statement, one she bluntly already knew in the first place.

"Wh-why... is it... I think... your behind... all of this... you weren't really... summoned by Kanoe... were you? Geh..." her whispers were soft from their once berrailing wails. But they held truth in her eyes. She was starting to think this was all a plan set up to toy with them. Whether it was or not was going to be answered... but she was unsure if she could trust the being any ways. At least no anymore, her eyes squint shut as her defenses crumble beneath her. Her little flare of energy had been spent.

The Voice felt like surges of electricity as the very force rolls through the tendrils and right into her exposed breasts. She bites down on her lip but that only held back her sounds for a second before gasping and moaning outloud. Her firm orbs pulse rapidly in the chaotic tendrils, every vibration causing the witch to weakly writhe in her bonds.

"No..No more.." she moans, "Your..Your voice..."

She could not finish as her insides twitch and spasm. The dark witch was already at her limits. The Voice kept feeding into her body and mind, wearing her down. Juices trickle down her thighs and onto the bed below. Closed eyes flutter and roll back in her head, teetering at the very edge.

Kanoe could barely hear Clarice over the lingering vibrations in her head. Part of her knew that this being was just toying with her like a puppet. But that suspicion was not going to save either of them. They were powerless, it's mere voice leaving them quivering before Spectre.