You pull her in ever closer - there is no escape!

Mélanie struggles frantically to break your grasp, twisting left and right in a futile attempt to claw free. Her dagger clangs to the cold floor, forgotten, and she launches a last, **** roll of the die, shoving her heels into the hard ground beneath her to propel herself backwards to safety. In vain. You anticipate the move and latch tightly on to her torso. With a soft thud you both come crashing back down to earth, your ghostly hands wrapped around the waist of the young, helpless archer.

You smile menacingly as you pin Mélanie down with an unnaturally strong grip. Your hereto unseen form coalesces into a shimmering visage of stark violet. You want the adventurer beneath you to see her foe. You want her to recognise her master as you claim her delectable body. The indistinguishable mass of tendrils dangling beneath your midriff come together and stiffen in excitement, like a series of vines interlocking in place. You grab Mélanie in two firm, translucent hands, and she finally breaks down in fear. She begins to scream...

You thrust inside of the archer in one fell swoop, your ungodly member piercing straight through the leather padding covering Mélanie's inner thighs from your searching gaze. Your phantom cock disappears momentarily in passing...and then re-materialises deep inside the young woman's sex. Her screams change pitch, for a brief instant becoming more of a surprised yelp, before you plough back into her depths. You hold her tightly against you, rocking your phantasmal prick back and forth rapidly, eagerly plundering the warm flesh before you. Mélanie contracts around your length and your considerable girth, and you feel the many coils of your bizarre tool flex and expand in all directions, filling every hidden crevice of the adventurer's pussy. Mélanie exhales noisily all of a sudden, and you feel her begin to convulse in pleasure in spite of herself. You slide in ever deeper around her soaking cunt as your victim stares back at you wide-eyed in a combination of terror and ecstasy.

With a shrill, triumphant shriek you explode inside of Mélanie, unleashing several years' worth of ghostly frustration into her aching loins. Once, twice, thrice...you flood her fertile cunt with your spectral seed, each thrust pumping out ever-greater spurts of your cum until it eventually overflows a little. You lie there for a few seconds in something of a haze as Mélanie collapses beneath you, head falling backwards to the ground in exhaustion. You have not the faintest idea what the offspring of a ghost combined with a human might be...but you shall no doubt find out soon, because that is one well-filled twat. Maybe it's best for Mélanie that she doesn't wake up for a while...the next few weeks definitely aren't going to be the most enjoyable. Nor is the rest of her life, come to think of it, given that you plan on leaving her down here at the mercy of this phantom, and the many other virile creatures down in your labyrinth.

It is with such philosophical observations that you withdraw your consciousness from the body of the ghost, and once more find yourself in familiar surroundings, a pillar of obsidian before you. Who else has a sweet, slick cunt in need of breeding? And what monstrosity will have the honour of filling it?