She plodded along the street; soft shoes dug into the crumbling asphalt below them.
Great and grand black clouds rumbled above them. A many swirling mass expanding and contracting in the sky above. Barriers of light which seemed to spew grandiose colours where all that stood in keeping the dark clouds above.
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The alley had a light smell of black smoke and the acidic scent of piss. She crumpled down into the grinded black asphalt mixed with plain white concrete. Her thin tights did nothing to protect her knees as they were grinded into the floor.
Large, burly and oily hands came down to grip her body and like a doll she was moved under the wily fingers. Her back was close to a dirty brown wall whilst her fabric covered legs continued to be pushed into the glass like rocks below.
He stood above her, pushing her down to the ground with his callous hands. He wore a rather simple and plain red t-shirt covered by a black jacket. His face was submerged in shadow only showing his golden hair and a bright and cocky smile.
His trousers were right in front of her face, ragged jeans which had lost their colour and subsequently their lustre. A gleam of silver metal sang as light wept upon it, her nose almost nuzzling the cold metal.
His mouth twisted and ripped into a small smirk, His teeth a sickly-yellow languishing from the shadows and a deep, nasally voice emerged.
"C'mon" his muzzle echoed, "I've given you enough, now you've got to do your end of our little deal," black eyes glowing, "Yeah?"
Cheeks glowing a pinkish red, he had seen her embarrassment. She could tell in the way that his mole-like eyes looked at her in a primitive cunning amusement and how it seemed more of his yellow fangs were released in an even bigger smile.
Her hand, unlike his, were pale and soft, rose as if drafted. Fingers coming closer to the zipper. Gripping and pulling away the fabric that covered it, her hands pulling down the metal lock and reaching into the underneath.
It was hot and slimy. The fabric of his boxers was moist, all of which came from an organ her hand now rested on. Even from here she could feel its size and length, oh and its abnormal heat. It was something she had never felt, something she had hoped to never feel, a warm log wrapped in moist cloth.
Her face clenched and her eyes scrunched up in humiliation. He began to laugh above her, his thunderous mockery echoing through the alley as she pulled out his dick.
All she could think of was the smell. As the slippery thing came falling out from her hands, it seemed to compliment the acidic urine of the alley as a masculine cloud of scent, sweat and salt covered her face.
But as suddenly as it appeared in her hands so did it fall, like a serpent it slipped from her grasp and came with a deft 'PLOP' across her face. She pulled back suddenly, eyes wide and cheeks ablaze as if to boil off the white, pearly liquid that was now covering it.
She took the chance to look up, his smile was bigger than ever.
It was long, longer than her hand but that didn't say much, and its width seemed to match its length, being rather... normal even without a true frame of reference. Where it shined was with its actual shine, sweat spanned the length of his dick. Gleaming in the artificial light of the back alley, highlighting red and purple veins that traced his foreskin all leading up to the tip.
A glowing red mushroom covered the snake's head, it pulsated as it touched the air and the light. From a tiny hole in the middle of the tip a small pearl of grey liquid emerged, giving forth more of the sweaty scent before trailing down the gleaming head and falling to the floor.
Her face became exaggerated as her skin paled and her cheeks glowed even further, she looked up again but this time her weakness was recognised, this time it was not just his yellow teeth that showed, but the full front of his fangs.
