Rex didn't go for her mouth first. Instead, he leaned over her with a predator's deliberate slowness, lowering his pelvis until his cock thick as a forearm and throbbing with dark, angry veins was inches from her face.
With a wet, heavy THWACK, he pressed the heated flesh against her cheek, forcing her head to turn sideways from the sheer mass of it.
Borius, suspended in his spectral agony, stared with eyes wide enough to burst. In his mortal life, he had been a man of delicate constitution; his own cock had been modest, almost apologetic, compared to this monstrous weapon of conquest.
Seeing it now glistening with pre-cum and pulsing like a living creature sent a shockwave of inadequacy through his dead soul.
"What... what kind of devilry is this?" Borius wheezed, his ghostly voice cracking. "That thing... it's not human!"
