Ghost milk

Ghost milkies are good,wonder If they can gib milk

I hope that Ghost types can do such a thing, because I'd like to dress a Wisp like a cow and milk her while she sits on my dick.The Banshees next.

Big milky tittyghosts are a delight. Wisps, ghosts, phantoms, give me the big heaving Q-cup Ecto-tanks!

>Wisp, Ghost and Phantom with colossal tits all pressed up against each other
>dripping sweet cold exctoplasm milk as they welcome you to the other side as an undead incubus who can interact with them corporeally
>all whispering quite literally inside your ear to take your big incubus cock out and paint their massive tits even whiter

>Zombie gyaru triplets (yeah, how's that for unique?) wearing slutty wear and moaning as they shuffle to the mirror to somehow put on makeup despite their low intelligence and dexterity
>One has a really firm rack you could bounce a nickle off, one has a super jiggly pair that ripple like jello, one has a fat pair of heavy whompers that swallow anything that comes between them
>All massive

>Ancient Wight that wears victorian style dresses and smokes from a long cigarette holder as she lounges around looking smug
>Her corset presses her humongous pale orbs up so a full 12 inches of cleavage canyon is on full display, the dark crevice amplified by her milk-white skin

>Punk-rock Ghoul wears tattered black jean jackets and denim shorts with chains and piercings all over, always has her tongue out throwing up the horns and is generally a blast to party with
>Said tongue is often draped and slobbering over her own pair of huge bronze titties, the rips in her undershirt often casually letting one of her big ever-perky nipples peak out to the open air, though she gives no fucks when this happens

>Jiangshi college-aged co-ed wears traditional Mist Continent maid-dress, managing to still be smarter than most other girls even in her non-warmed up state, always panicking to get to her next class or research meeting on time
>Her huge blue boobs can be heard audibly sloshing as she hops from place to place in a tizzy, turns out she messed with a Hakutaku idol in one of her archaeological digs giving her a set of holst-tier milkers that require constant attention

>Aforementioned phantom, ghost and wisp all float about the house, each helping keep things in order by possessing girls when need be to organize sexy time with (You)
>Phantom's set are often accentuated by her lavish outfits, Ghost's often hang freely in a loose gown, and Wisp's are tremendous on her small frame, tearing at the seams of her outfit

Fuck me that harem sounds perfect. Waking up some days to them pleasuring you in a unique way. Maybe even all of them doing it at the same time. Rubbing their pregnant bellies and drinking from each of their lactating tits.
Only thing that could make it better is if it also included a dragon zombie, banshee and ochimusha.

>Door bursts open, revealing your Ochimusha retainer with a stern look on her face, traditional Zipangu warrior garb tattered with the passage of time yet still serving it's purpose to protect her extremities
>What it doesn't protect are her enormous funbags, which are firm as they are big, and which press deliciously together when she take sup a two handed frontal stance with her katana, which she often does for the smallest of reasons to 'defend your honor'

>Following behind her in a veil of sobs and wails is the absolute MILF of a Banshee that resides with you, her mom-jeans creaking from her heavy ass and her face lined with black tear-streaks as she shouts to take cover, certain you all will die (you will note that you are all already dead and that dying therefore literally does not matter)
>Her plain white tank top, however, is in much more danger, plainly showing her far-too-tight black bra underneath about to give up the ghost itself, her tremendous heaving heavy milkers requiring custom-made bras just to survive, yet always a size too small due to their growing just a tiny tiny bit each time she cries for too long, which is often

>Before they can explain what all the fuss is about, the front door of the mansion and a good portion of the front wall crashes inward, knocking the Banshee flat on her tits face first, sending the Ochi careening through the air while blocking with her sword, and even startling the Wight as she scurries out of the way
>In stomps the cause of the destruction, a 7'6 behemoth of undead, a tier 7 unit of pallid necrotic flesh and curse, heavy as a truck and easily able to crush one too with one stomp of her meaty yet secretly muscled leg
>...And she's got hearts in her eyes
>The final wife, a massive Dragon Zombie, lugs herself forward, stark naked except for her natural bone plates, uncaring of the destruction she has caused, for the only thing her dead-heart-pupil'd eyes are focused on is you, her sweet sweet master, whom she has tragically been apart from for two whole hours due to being out shopping with the other girls
>She ended up losing track of her memory and forgetting why she was apart from you, which spooked her, caused her to release a torrent of miasma which gassed the entire town square, then raced on bone wings back home to reuinte with you
>None of that really crosses your mind at the moment however, because your eyes are glued- frankly, where they always are when she's in front of you
>Monumental. Astronomical. Elephantine. Brobdingnagian. No words could describe just how huge those undead milk-trucks were. They'd easily be flirting with the end of the alphabet compared to her normal size just if she were a regular sized girl, but on her towering 7 and a half foot frame, they were legitimately so big you felt your undead incubus heart actually re-animate for a beat or two out of fear that she'd slam them down on you during sex so hard and unruly that it would actually crush you
>None of the mattered then though, for with her stomping came her shouting 'HUBBYYYYY' for all to hear, miasma leaking out of the sides of her mouth and quickly sending the rest of the housemates into a horny tizzy, following her lead towards you

>Its gonna be one of those days again, isn't it?