Azt, the Ghost Queen

"What happens when the least threat escalates to the top? That's you, queen of the afterlife"

There was an abandoned castle in the middle of a wasteland with hardly any life, surrounded by crypts, cemeteries and other constructions that brought undead like flies. It stood as an imposing construction, even with its zero maintenance and the passage of time, and whoever took the castle as their own was worthy of this structure, epitome of the dead.

You opened your eyes and your consciousness returned after a non-existent dream, rather you turned off your mind by not having any kind of organic matter, only ectoplasm forming your body. Your eyes had a black color adorned with a red iris, almost demonic. Your hair was long and messy, taking on a pure white color just like the rest of your semi-transparent skin. You were normally 10 feet tall, but you could easily rival the largest dragons by changing your size, although you preferred this standard size. Added to this, your body showed a toned complexion, like a sixpack adorning your abdomen, even if you hadn't meat muscle.

Moving on to more intimate details, you possessed a firm and juicy pair of H cup breasts, breasts that could drown the heads of numerous monsters if you put your mind to it and even more if you increased your size. A fluffy, fleshy ass that any hand could sink into with ease, like butter, and that you could shake like jelly with a slight movement of your hips. Your flaccid cock reached 2.5 feet, and when erect it doubled in size towards 5 feet, accompanied by testicles filled with fertile sperm the size of ripe watermelons, you could always change this size but this trait demonstrated your status as queen.

As soon as you regain consciousness, you felt no less than four tongues working simultaneously on your phallus, 4 minor ghosts that were taking care of your semi-erection. They were the lowest on the food chain in this place, but with a leader like you they had no reason to fear, and they repaid it with these intimate services, their long tongues salivating every inch of your cock and balls.

It wasn't uncommon for them to do this, so you just sat on your old throne, quietly enjoying your status as the ghost queen.