Aliénor

You float patiently for several seconds, unseen and unheard, as measured footsteps approach through the narrow corridor. The sound echoes wildly in this confined space, and continues to reverberate wildly down the even narrower and more claustrophobic tunnel that leads on behind you. You wait eagerly as a form slowly comes into visible range, only a short distance away from your own position as a result of the oppressive darkness on all sides. From said obscurity emerges the jet black mane of Aliénor's hair, shortly followed by her piercing eyes and the rest of her striking features. She advances nervously towards you, alert as she ever seems to be. You feel you strange tendrils quake in anticipation as the captain edges closer and closer, each step taking her towards your grasping, ethereal hands.

Aliénor lets out a grunt and then gasps in shock as your invisible fingers dive for her crotch and latch on hungrily. You pass your ghostly flesh through the armour and undergarments blocking your path and mercilessly shove a digit deep inside of her silky folds, pushing past her body's obvious **** in your search. The adventurer retreats in haste even as you dig deeper, and she stumbles and nearly trips over backwards as you **** another unseen finger inside of her; in your eagerness and excitement, you focus less on remaining invisible - you want Aliénor to see you as you claim her for your own selfish, dirty gain! A pair of glowing purple hands materialise in front of your glowing eyes, the knuckles disappearing with a satisfying slurp as you squeeze into this little slut's pussy. Soon you'll have you have your spectral mouth all over her sex, and before she knows what's happening Aliénor will have your ghostly cock rammed up in there as well. This is what you live for.

Unfortunately, in the few moments since your hands became visible the bounty hunter has calmed down a lot, and she seems far more in control of the situation than might be expected given that she has three supernatural fingers buried in her cunt. Aliénor looks you in the eyes as if she knows what she's dealing with, and before you can stop her she is sprinting back the way she came, your phantasmal digits slipping out with an audible pop. She doesn't even attempt to draw her weapon or engage you as she breaks your hold, and as she runs off you can only watch her fade away in the darkness. You give chase for a short while, but no matter how hard you try your hovering advance will never catch up with the long strides of a trained human warrior. You float forward at the speed of a slow jog and curse in a unrecognisable language as Aliénor's echoing footfalls come from further and further away. When they go beyond earshot, you give up in frustration and ball your now fully visible fists. The right one glistens slightly with the juices of a woman who, if you hadn't screwed that up so badly, would currently be taking your unnatural, sinewy prick. Fuck!

You are thoroughly annoyed by the time that you fade back into your seeing chamber, and clasp your crystal ball in two firm hands, not letting go even for a moment. The fingers of your right hand no longer shine, a detail that does not go unnoticed as you transfer back into human form. The waste of such a fantastic opportunity only motivates you even more, if such a thing were necessary, to hop straight back into another beast - hopefully a more ferocious bastard this time - and get your ****.