No.

Anna steeled herself, then hopped over the salt circle. She walked quickly over to the book, but tried to surpress the urge to run so as not to draw attention to herself. She made it to the table, she picked up the book, and turned around to get back to the salt circle.

Suddenly she was hit hard in the shoulder. The **** caused her to drop both book and dagger as she stumbled to a knee. The book went sliding across the floor in one direction, the dagger skittered in the other, coming to rest under a bedframe in one corner of the room.

Anna, aware she was now in serious danger, decided the dagger was her best chance at protection. She made for the bed at a quick crawl, practically diving underneath it. She could see the dagger, she just had to reach for it.

It bounced off her fingertips as a **** grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back. Her ass hit against something solid. Instinctively, she looked behind herself to find the ghost fully manifested. He was a smaller, muscular man, fully nude and featuring the largest cock Anna had ever seen on a human. Given the rigidity of his erection, she could guess what his unfinished business was.

She redoubled her effort to retrieve the dagger. The ghost moved his hands to the clasp of her pants. She nearly had a grip on it as the ghost once again yanked her back with supernatural strength, single-minded in its efforts as it parted her pants from her hips, revealing a thin pair of white cotton shorts. Anna, thinking tactically, started to kick the pants off of her legs, hoping to gain enough separation to grab her weapon.

Unfortunately, the ghost was quicker, as her legs came free, it turned its focus to her ankles, grabbing her and pulling her well clear of the bedframe. That option lost, Anna turned to her attacker, racking her brain for a battle strategy as she came face to face with his massive unit. She was breathing heavily and the ghost used one of her gasps for breath to drive his cock into her mouth.

Anna was no virgin, she had sucked cock before. A ghost cock, however, was new to her, and incredibly strange. There was no sensations other than a feeling of fullness and the occasional gag as he hit the back of her throat while facefucking her with enough **** to send her jacket sliding down her arms and dislodge her long raven locks from their binding, sending them cascading down her back. Regardless of what getting mouthfucked by a ghost felt like, an animalistic, dark part of her mind knew where this was going and she began to ache with need, a heat forming between her legs.

She was too tired and horny to fight back as the ghost turned her onto all fours. She mewled softly as he slid her shorts down her legs, exposing her flooded pussy. He wasted no time driving himself inside her. Both ghost and demon hunter moaned with the thrusts. The ghost picked up its pace, and then suddenly, stopped. Anna turned to face him, and he was smiling.

To her surprise, the ghost spoke. "Tttttthank yyyyyyou." It said, then slowly faded away. Obviously this had been its unfinished business. Not how Anna had imagined her job going today, but job done nonetheless. The demon hunter, secretly disappointed that she was denied an orgasm of her own, dressed, cleaned herself up as best she could, then prepared to proceed onwards.