<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Redheadelf.jpeg)</div><br/>Darkness.  Total.  Tashiel paused a moment.  Her eyes were wide, her elven ears perking up, but there was nothing.  Nothing except the smell... and then suddenly the touch, as a hand slid up her thigh.<br/><br/>Once more, Tashiel hadn't been sure what she'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.<br/><br/>Tashiel gasped at the sensation as that invisible hand ran up her silken thigh.  She did her best to twist away, her lithe body bending, but it was no use, the hand trailing higher and higher, tracing over delicate sensitive skin.  Another gasp escaped her parted lips as it squeezed one of the cheeks of her curved rear.  The muscle flexed appealingly underneath that spectral touch, Tashiel's hips giving a quick feminine twist, unable to control her response.  Gritting her teeth, she pressed forward...<br/><br/>"Ahh!"  Lips parted in another gasp, louder than before, as another hand slid up one of her breasts, lifting it, fingers pressing into the sensitive flesh.  The underside of her perfect orb was especially sensitive, she found, making her shiver as the hand, as unseen as the first, lifted and cupped, massaging her full breast.  She squirmed helplessly as more hands gripped the front her her shirt, more fingers rubbing her tender flesh.  They pulled, the delicate elven garment stretching easily.  Even in the darkness, Tashiel could feel how much of her chest was exposed, the gently chill air flowing in, her soft pink nipples stiffening, even as another hand moved in...<br/><br/>It was when that hand found her nipple that things truly turned against Tashiel.  "Ohhh...!"  She moaned, lips parting, as those spectral fingers tugged on her delicate nub.  She arched, a feminine pose, hips pressing back and generous breasts lifting, pressing towards that hand.  Her delectable breast stretched as the fingers tugged, making her shiver as electric pleasure shot through her.  A gentle twist, and she moaned again, even louder than before, a haze of pleasure suddenly pushing out the all thoughts in her mind.<br/><br/>Hands were all over her.  Tashiel squeaked protest as a hand spanked her, rounded flesh quivering, but she couldn't do more than that.  She could feel them all over, hot against her skin, rubbing her sensitive flesh, caressing every feminine curve.  She whimpered as she felt a hand slide down her skirt, underneath the band of her panties.  Another moment, and her whole body began to tremble as they stroked her slit, up and down, up and down, gathering her dew.  Her legs trembled, almost giving way.<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth desperately, Tashiel stumbled forward, swaying this way and that.  Sometimes she stumbled, and once she paused, panting, as two hands squeezed her breasts, another rhythmically stroking her slit.  But she just managed to press forward, seeking light...<br/><br/>Finally, she was out.  Panting, Tashiel fell to her knees, arms wrapped around herself as she tried to steady her mind, get her body under control.  Her clothing was in a noticeable state of disarray, skirt hiked up to expose more thigh, ties on her top undone to expose the tops of her full breasts, heaving appealingly as she panted, her cleavage deep and inviting