She fights with her hands, trying not to kill the inn keeper

As much as Venus wanted to be free of the damned spirit that was harassing her, she couldn't bring herself to kill an innocent man. The Hunters would understand and keep her out of trouble, but she knew doing something so cruel would weigh on her soul. With a frustrated sigh she tossed her sword aside and charged the possessed man, hoping she could catch the Ghost off guard.

She swung her right fist in a feint and thought the ghost had fallen for it, but when her left fist came up in an upper cut it dodged back and grabbed her wrist as the fist zoomed upwards. Venus was amazed that the ghost could move the fat body so quickly. She was jerked forward so quickly that she lost her balance and found herself wrapped in the arms of the man.

"Sweet life. Need life."

Hot breath on her neck was the only warning she had before a living tongue found its way to her throat. Even though she had somewhat enjoyed the misty tongue on her, there was no comparison to having a real one. The heat of it sent a jolt through her body that weakened her knees. Her mind clouded with lust for a moment and she almost surrendered right there, but she fought back the primal urges and whipped her head back before slamming it into the man's forehead.

The act caught the ghost by surprise and it let go of her and stumbled back. Venus hoped she had given it a good head ache because her own head was ringing loudly and she felt a little dizzy. The ghost advanced again, this time swinging instead of trying to grab. Venus ducked under the arm and aimed a punch for his large gut, but the ghost had changed his attack as soon as it saw her dodge. It had put its fists together and slammed them down hard on the back of her head. She was momentarily stunned, allowing it time to deliver a powerful kick to her stomach. She was flung back onto the floor and before she could move it was on her.

Large rough hands gripped her tits and as she tried to cry out the inn keeper's mouth latched onto hers. That same hot tongue pushed into her mouth and caressed her own almost lovingly. Again her mind hazed with lust and her body relaxed for a moment. That was enough time for the ghost to use the inn keeper's knees to push her legs apart. Venus's eyes widened and she struggled again for control.

"Sweet life. Sweet love. Need it now," The ghost whispered into her ear as it left off molesting her with one hand to push the inn keeper's trousers down. The possessed man's hard cock snapped free of the clothing and pointed at her like a spear ready to take her life. It was thick and at least seven inches long. To the virgin Venus, it was as massive as a troll's dick.

Venus tried to push him back with her legs but he **** his way forward, inch by inch until the bulbous head of the inn keeper's cock was dangerously close to her pussy. The tip of it was already oozing pre-cum in anticipation. The Ghost used his free hand to take the powerful rod in hand and ran it up and down her slit, coating the tip in her own juices. She hadn't realized she was so wet until that moment. Part of her was so horny that she could have accepted this, but she was still willing to fight.

She saw the Ghost smile in triumph as her mind raced hoping for some ray of hope to stop this. There was still time, even if it was only a matter of seconds.