She got to her feet and looked around, but, seeing nothing, didn’t know what to think. Again she bent, albeit cautiously, and slipped the pants over her feet.
Kialis occupied her shadows all morning. He watched her from the bookcase, then the bed, and followed her to this red stoned street. It wasn’t his first time in this plane. After wreaking some havoc in the manner he found most satisfying, he liked to use the women, a power had forced him from this dimension. The battle lasted for days and in the end he lost. For the next 400 years he searched for another rift. A tear in the fabric of this reality opened, small at first. He had discovered it and slowly clawed it open further, enough for him to slip through. The old yellow house was not far from The Thrifty Hog and Lauren’s house was not far from that. So it was by chance that she would be his next victim and it had been so long. In the shop he sat amongst the racks of clothes, watching. The woman who called herself “Amy” didn’t notice as he moved about. He found his way into the crack of the door, a dark line gouged across an off white wall. Lauren had seen him a few times now, but thought it just a trick of the light. Her round, soft cheeks danced in front of him. Thick thighs wobbled as Lauren squeezed into tight pants, bouncing up and down. She didn’t do this for him, but he watched hungrily all the same. When she had come back and bent over once more he couldn’t resist. Time came to a crawl, finally stopping, and out he reached. A large, yellowed claw ran up her left thigh, feeling the supple skin bend beneath it. With that he retreated to the shadow and watched, sending time tumbling forward. Lauren had leapt forward into the wall and fell to the floor, caught in the tangle of her pants. The sensation of his nail along her thigh caught up to her, just as time had. Kialis looked on, the buildup was all part of his enjoyment.
Lauren felt somewhat exposed, though not entirely fearful. She pulled her shorts back over her waist and picked up the clothes.
“So just these two?” asked Amy.
“Yep, the others aren’t quite my style, looks like you get to keep your red pants!” said Lauren.
“Lucky me,” said Amy, “that’ll be $52.31.”
“Card okay?”
Amy pushed the reader across the counter and that was that.
“Thanks for your help, Amy!”
“No problem, come again soon.”
Lauren left the store and walked once more across the cobblestones. It was warmer now, though she had only been in the store for half an hour or so. There was a coffee shop across the next street that intersected the mall. Busy Bee called her name. Her paper bag flopped against her leg as she opened the door. The cafe was full of people sipping on iced coffees and teas while munching on muffins or breakfast bars. Keyboards clacked from corners awash with sunlight. The smell of roasted coffee filled the air.
“Good morning, could I have an iced mocha latte, please?” asked Lauren.
“Morning! Sure, you want regular milk?” replied the man, whose nametag read, “Philip.”
“No, oatmilk, please.”
Oatmilk was much creamier, far better than regular milk for coffee.
“Coming right up.”
Lauren paid and went to stand at the pick-up counter, slowly swaying her bag back and forth, brushing it across her shins. Without warning something slid from her clit to her asshole. Something wet.
“Whoa!” she yelled, stumbling forward to the counter.
She barely kept hold of her bag. It fell silent as everyone turned to look at her. Lauren looked across the sea of eyes, scanning for the perpetrator. They quickly went back to their business without a word otherwise.
“You alright?” asked Philip, peering at her from the coffee drip.
Lauren laughed nervously, “Yeah, just lost my balance.”
She looked down at her legs. Her shorts were still on, not to mention no one was near her, so no one could have done anything. Still, she knew what she had felt. Lauren’s clit throbbed a bit at the assault, she felt the moisture between her cheeks and on her butthole. She looked for a bathroom and went to clean up.
Beneath the shadows of the tables, Kialis watched her walk to the bathroom. His tongue still tasted of her. While he found it strange she had no hair, as all the other times had been untamed forests, he reveled in her flavor all the same. From the table he slipped to a chair, to a painting, and down the cracks in the brick, following Lauren to the back. In the bathroom she went to a stall and pulled down her shorts and panties. Her labia were neatly tucked in the outer lips of her vagina. A small clitoris poked from its hood at the top. She put one foot on the toilet to wipe herself, though she didn’t know where the liquid had come from. Her anus stretched to the side as she spread her left cheek with one hand and cleaned it with the other. Kialis brought time to a standstill once more and stepped from the shadows.
Lauren was in the middle of wiping his saliva from herself when she felt her clit being rubbed vigorously and something circling her asshole. She moaned and her pussy pulsated, dampening her and engorging her labia.
“What the fuck!” she yelled.
She was afraid now, but more confused than anything. It must be in her head. Her vagina was betraying her with its wetness. Lauren decided to quickly wipe and be done with it, flushing the toilet paper away. She went back out to the cafe and saw that no one had heard her yell.
“Your coffee is ready,” said Philip, pointing to a cup of tan liquid on the counter.
Lauren was pulled from her thoughts.
“Huh, oh yeah, thanks.”
She took her coffee and hurried out of the coffee shop. Back in the sunlight, she felt better. Her imagination must really be playing tricks on her, she thought. She sipped her coffee and went to sit on a bench. People walked by, going about their business without a care. The paper bag crinkled in the breeze. Idle chatter filled the air, relaxing her. She liked people and people watching was always fun. A man in a suit must be going to a business brunch. A woman in a sundress might be going to a date. So many possibilities. As she sat, she breathed in the summer air and calmed down. Suddenly she felt it again. Something was playing with her. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked around, nothing suspicious was happening. She felt her pussy start to moisten, the rubbing was relentless.
“Ugh,” she moaned.
Deciding that somehow it was the bench, she got up and walked to another store. Coffee in one hand, bag in the other, she tried to walk steadily. All the while her clit vibrated and her anus puckered. Lauren found her way into another store, the AC hit her full on and she was grateful for it. She hadn’t realized how hot she was.
“Hot out there?” asked the man behind the counter.
Racks of clothes of all colors and styles crowded the path between them.
“Yeah, it’s getting up there,” she said casually.
She looked in a mirror and saw how flushed she was. Her arousal would be evident if not for the heat. Again she sipped at her cold coffee, trying to remain calm. A man and a woman milled about the shop together, while two more women searched through the racks. Lauren was too distracted to notice the shadows tumbling about the shoe cubbies. She walked amid the maze of clothes, trying to seem normal. There was a lavender floral dress with an embroidered hem on the rack in front of her. She went to it and squatted to look at the embroidery.
It was enough for Kialis. Time dragged to a pause as he stepped from the shadows once more. His form was large. At over eight feet tall he towered over any human, especially one so small as Lauren. Birds hung in the air beyond the windows, the man at the counter had his eyes frozen on Lauren’s ass. Not a breath was passed in the silence of the moment. Kialis’ tan frame walked around Lauren, looking at her from all angles. He wore no clothes and his mottled, tan penis hung at his knees. Lauren’s hand was outstretched, bag resting on the ground next to her. She looked peaceful. He knew, however, she was soaking wet and ready for him. As ready as one can be. Bending down, he grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, she was nothing to his powerful arms. Her shorts came off easily, followed by her damply spotted panties. Then her top and bra. She was fully exposed, her breasts stayed mushed against her chest, held in place by frozen time. Her labia glistened with her juices. Kialis’ cock hardened, it was almost the length of her body. Under normal circumstances a body couldn’t take that, but these were not normal. His heavy testicles bounced with anticipation, sending precum dripping from his flared tip. He was thicker than her thigh and as long. Her legs were too close together to fit between, so he spread her legs open further. She looked like an upside down frog ready to spring. The tip rested at her opening, almost as wide as half of her. His fluids dribbled down her, flowing over her anus and onto the floor. He pulled her down onto his enormous member. Lauren’s tight lips parted, as if by magic, and he pressed himself into her. Her muscular abdomen swelled and her organs shifted to the side as he stretched her, pushing against her cervix. He began to fuck her, slowly at first. She glided up and down the length of his penis, the bulge going between her breasts. The power that he wielded kept her safe, she wouldn’t die from this. Kialis’ balls pressed against her. Lauren’s cute, round face remained motionless. Her eyes were open and her lips were just parted, hair framing her cheekbones. On he violated her, her pelvic bone widened beyond belief. Soon, he felt himself about to burst with semen. He filled her womb with demonic seed. Her stomach swelled, she looked pregnant. Cum flowed out onto the floor, coming to a stop mid splash as it left her. He pulled out, leaving a gaping hole filled to the brim with hot sperm. It stayed in her, locked in time and in her ruined pussy.
“Mmmm,” he grunted.
Lauren’s ass was bare and Kialis wanted that, too. He turned her over, cock becoming rigid once more, and pressed into her dark ring. Her anus welcomed him and he abused it in kind. Again, he filled her. This time it ran from her mouth and nose, pouring from her. Her stomach swelled further as she was loaded with cum once more. Satisfied with his work, he put her back where he had found her and slipped away into the shadows once more.
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