Mélanie

You float forwards for several seconds, silently and invisibly hovering towards your victim, tendrils disentangling and then subsequently reforming every few seconds. The darkness around you is oppressive on all sides, and you can only imagine the difficulty that your prey is having negotiating the unwelcoming terrain as she stumbles forward in the near-total darkness with only her inferior human senses to guide her. You glance around briefly to find yourself in a particularly narrow and cramped section of the labyrinth, taking a second to mentally note the environment around you, just in case that proves to be important. There is little hope of escape behind you, that is for certain, although there is always the possibility that your target may flee back the way she came...probably best to let the bounty hunter pass by then - shades, for all their capabilities, are not well known for their speed. In the narrow crevice that extends behind you, the only real path forwards, the ethereal body you call your own will be far faster than a flawed mortal one - not to mention that you will actually be able to see. Quickly flashing by one by one, such are your thoughts as the incoming adventurer, her footsteps ever more and more audible, finally nears your position enough so that you can make out her face in the pitch black. Mélanie creeps forward cautiously, her breathe heavy and loud in the surrounding silence.

Your pinprick eyes flash red at the unexpected, unnatural lust that suddenly flows through you at the sight of Mélanie in the flesh. Your own carefulness is cast aside as the inner instincts of the phantom take over, and you find yourself, still invisible to the human eye, rushing to meet the archer. She makes no sign that anything is amiss, and appears utterly oblivious to your floating form, nay a foot before her face. Instead, her attention is turned to the increasingly treacherous surface underfoot as she advances slowly in your direction. You almost laugh at how easy this is - Mélanie seems quite happy just to walk straight into your waiting arms! A human maid, at long last!

A light, surprised squeak echoes throughout the cavern as you seize the adventurer's breasts between invisible hands. In one swift motion, you latch onto her delectable bosom, taking a supple mound in each palm and roughly squeezing them together. Mélanie yells out and steps back hastily, nearly falling over in the process, waving her arms frantically in front of her at the unseen assailant. You do not let up, swooping downwards to maintain your balance, then clutching at the prize before you. You lock an unseen hand onto each titty, determinedly holding them in place for a split second, and quickly change tactic. As Mélanie fumbles distractedly for her pocket knife, you clasp her chest tightly and suddenly take hold of her nipples, squeezing with all your strength as you twist and tumble in mid-air. The girl beneath you yelps out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you relentlessly wrestle with her bosom, yanking her modest, but perfectly-formed mounds one way then another as she tries to resist. A flash of glinting silver catches your eye as Mélanie slashes her dagger in front of her with some difficulty, but of course you feel nothing as the weapon passes harmlessly through your unseen, formless body. Instead, you grip even harder, eliciting an unexpected gasp of delight. Mélanie struggles fruitlessly against your advances, and, realising that her physical efforts are getting her nowhere, glances upwards and backwards, towards the empty corridor she came down in the first place.

You have her right where you want her, you can't let Mélanie out of your grasp!