<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>The smile sent a chill through Lyradil.  She straightened, intending to run.  But it was too late.<br/><br/>"Oh!"  Lyradil gave a cry as the spectral hand flew out, diving into her cleavage.  The cold touch of it sapped the strength from her, and she suddenly found herself unable to stand upright, sinking softly to her bare knees.  And yet, even as it sapped her strength, it did more than that.  Lyradil moaned as the spectral fingers squeezed the sensitive flesh of her breast, again and again.  It was that as much as anything that stole her strength, the waves of pleasure from her perfect orb leaving her helpless.<br/><br/>She looked up at him as Landon as he approached.  Her chest heaved dramatically, breasts nearly bouncing out of her dress.  "It... it's not me."  She gasped, little more than a whisper.  And yet, even to her, her denial seemed false.<br/><br/>As if to further prove her wrong, he grasped the front of her dress.  Lyradil gasped as he pulled, her breasts coming free as easily as she'd feared, giving a delicate bounce as they were released.  Her rosy nipples were already hard, standing out against her pale skin.  She tried to bring her hands up, but she was far too slow.  A fresh shock of pleasure shot through her as his hands wrapped around her sensitive breasts.  Lyradil moaned loudly, her eyes going half-lidded, her lips parting helplessly.  Her eyes open again as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, but all she could do was tremble in his grasp.