Fuck like they fight.

M'neisa ached as if she had spent the whole day in the ring, going round after round against the biggest men in the guild. In a way she had...

The moment her back hit the floor of her apartment the cloak had vanished, and her arms had been freed. The phantom hands floated in the room's center, rubbing themselves together before rising to a fighting stance. The monk lay on the floor, looking up at the hands upside down, panting with tears in her eyes. She had tried to stand, to face her opponent again. But her legs shook and failed beneath her. She had begged on her knees with the invisible Roegadyn to be allowed to sleep, to just be left alone, promised that she would fight again tomorrow.

To her dismay the clawed hands of the miqote reappeared next to the roegadyns, and they spent a few minutes miming a conversation. They pointed to her, making no few lewd gestures as they seemed to decide on a course of action. They had urged her to rise and to remove her remaining clothes. With her thong, shoes and socks removed she was left with only the cursed bracers on her wrists. Then, they set to work. Starting slowly they caressed, rubbed, and massaged her body. Up and down, back and arms, face and thighs, buttocks and boobs. She stood in a daze as they expertly teased the knots from her muscles, and drove her to heights of lust she had never imagined. By the time they had rubbed and squeezed every inch of her skin except the junction of her legs she was trembling with anticipation.

She whined as she felt the hands leave her, and whirled around to look for them. They floated by her bed now, or at least the bigger hands did while making a slow 'come hither' motion. She could see the clawed hands rummaging around under her bed and in her bedside table. Her face flushed somehow further as they disappeared for a second, before pulling out a familiar chest.

"Wait! Put that back... Ohhhh." She whined as the clawed hand started to pull out objects, her little chest of adult toys and fun underwear that she had collected since she came to the city. Mortified, she lunged for the chest, but the other hands stopped her. Her shout turned into a squeal as the roe's hands and invisible arms embraced her from behind. One hand diving down to her heat, the other crossing her chest to pinch a stiff nipple. She shuddered as the invisible **** bent her forward, pinning her arms to her sides.

Slowly, the clawed hands pulled item after item from the chest, placing them one by one before her on the bed. M'neisa watched through fluttering eyelids while the hands that held her fast began to push a thick finger inside her, rolling her nipple back and forth. As she closed her eyes and moaned, she jumped as she felt a cold touch on her lip. Her eyes flew open to see one of her favourites waiting. A glass shaft shaped from spheres joined to each other, growing thicker as they neared the base.

The ghost miqo'te hands tapped the toy on her lips and slowly pushed it further into her mouth. She froze as he laid it on her tongue and rolled it around, collecting moisture. The hand at her breast left, and moved to cup her jaw, fingers gently squeezing her cheeks to close her lips around the toy. She did, and it began to move back and forth, in and out of her mouth slowly. Her tongue followed it, beginning to roll around the tip then sliding along the shaft. While the clawed hand began to slowly fuck her mouth with the glass toy the bigger hand moved away from her face and back to toy with her nipple, while the Roe's other hand pushed its thick finger deeper into her sex. Penetrated at both ends, with the thick finger rubbing over all the sensitive spots just inside her, her eyes rolled back into her head as she was pushed over the edge.