She could feel those fingers pinching her nipples now, cold and ethereal yet real enough to cause the pinch to both hurt and feel wonderful at the same time.  She could feel the other hand between her thighs now, rubbing, stroking, sliding back and forth along wet nether lips, spreading her labia and rubbing, caressing, teasing.<br/><strong><br/>"I...."</strong>the whisper said softly,<strong>  "...was...."</strong><br/><br/>The fingers between her thighs slid into her slowly, a cold chilly intrusion that stretched her wet walls,<strong>"once, the master... of this....... home.  My wife... caught me.... a bed.... with another."</strong><br/><br/>The fingers sped up, moving in and out of the paladin with greater speed, more intensity, fingering her sex with their ghostly presence.<strong>"I grow... weaker... I can... not..."</strong><br/><br/>The voice was so silent now it was barely a whisper, but more frustrating was that the fingers between her thighs were growing weaker, slowing and losing substance,<strong> "Seek me.... out... else.....wheeeerree<sub>eeeeeee....</sub>  </strong>The voice was gone, the fingers had gone.  The presence in the room had left, leaving the paladin leaning against the wall, aroused and alone.