Time to meet The Queen

Barely aware of the ghostly rape, you could feel one of the ghosts effortlessly grab your hair and start dragging you off somewhere unknown.

The dirt from the cold floor drenches your juicy body, but they didn't care, leaving a trail of cum emanating from your full anus and filthy mouth.

They finally arrived at a cold, desolate and worn throne room, being dumped like garbage in front of the steps of an old throne room that looked ruined. You looked up only to find a true alpha, the ghost queen.

I had features similar to yours, but basically superior, a body taller and more muscular than yours, a bust that was a third larger than yours, but above all a shaft that now rested on your face, accompanied by a pair of testicles as big as your head, and leaving your penis of a medium size.

With the ghostly cock resting on your face, her command was clear, give in or resist, either option would end with the same fate.

Maybe you can already touch the queen, but you got so mistreated by mere nether ghosts, how will the queen leave you?