She walked into the alleyway with intent. The alleyway was different from the usual hooker alleys or places to press and thrust against a wall. Many a drunken reveler wandered down this one looking to get their rocks off; either with someone they picked up, a stray hooker, or the monsters that hid further down in the shadows.
She entered the alleyway, and a couple leaned against the exposed brick wall a little less than ten feet in front of her. The woman, somewhat intoxicated and wearing a red spaghetti strap dress, was going at the man's crotch with a bored look on her face. The woman licked with a mechanical intent, showing more interest in relieving her somewhat meek wetness than the taste of the flesh before her. The man, equally buzzed, noticed this lack of effort, and though enjoying some stimulation, was annoyed at the situation.
"Come on, you can do better than that," the man said in a voice that wasn't even trying to appreciate the sucking and licking.
The woman stopped, lifted her head, and flipped him off. "Eat me," the woman snapped with a discouraged glare.
"Don't mind if I do!" With a snicker, the man lifted the woman up, flipped her over, and pushed aside her lace panties to jab his tongue into her crotch while holding her up. The woman gasped as this was happening, then moaned angrily, knowing she now had to actually work it a little bit. They could not hold for long, though: With both of them drunk, their attempts to stabilize their position ended up knocking over a pallet next to them, which cracked, and tipping over a garbage can. They decided to cut their losses and slowly lay down instead, even though the pavement was dirty with sand and slick. The girl was most amused by the comedy, giggling as she walked past them and over one of the pallet boards like a tight rope.
The woman stopped for a second. "What is she doing?" she asked.
"I wouldn't worry," the man reassured, "she's probably drunk."
"Drunk girls can't balance beam," the woman responded before going back to her task.
She continued down the alleyway, quivering, everything becoming harder to see from the lack of light. She was wearing a nice dress, a shimmery one-piece that fit her figure well. It had been worn enough times that she liked it for when she was attempting to pick up guys, but she wasn't too worried if it got torn. She wore a durable long jacket over it, but no panties or bra. Her shoes had 4-inch heels, but were certainly not stilettos: Wearing those would likely break here, becoming victims of the cracked pavement that covered the alleyway.
She moved deeper into the alleyway, a bit nervous, seeing the path narrow a little with trash, dirty clothes, and other debris strewn about. Sure, she had slept with a few boys and maybe one or two men in the few years since her hymen broke on her mother's giant bed during a long holiday weekend. The question was, what were her limits? She knew of the creatures in the alleyways, the forests, and the sea. She did not spurn them like some of her friends. Thus she sought her destination: a small back lot that served as an entrance to a decaying warehouse that housed many creatures, which the city avoided condemning out of fear for the consequences. As she passed by the used condoms and odd scratch marks that covered the walls, she felt a pleasure of tension wracking her brain: a desire to fulfill a unique need and interest tugging one end, a fear of what could happen to her pulling the other. Her curiosity pushed her forward.
She brushed by something rough and textured, just before the alley opened up to the back lot. She took another two steps before she was stopped and grabbed from behind. The forcefulness of the grab pulled her back a step, and a large, spiny arm wrapped around her chest, clawed hand firmly on her breast. She gasped, but the response was more instinctual than fearful. She felt a hot breath push down on the top of her head. Slowly the breath moved toward her ear.
"What have we here," a voice spoke, dark yet calm. "You lost, little one?" The way was comforting, reassuring, despite the sinister pitch and timbre. She shook her head. He pulled her closer.
"So why are you here?" he inquired. The closeness of his voice stirred her insides with pleasant shocks reverberating over one side of her body; she felt something drip slowly down her thigh. But the anxiety of merely coming out here clashed hard with her eagerness and lust for having a chance with this creature. Fighting with all the courage and will she could muster, she gamely moved her arm to grab his thick, intricately ornate member.
The monster let out a stunned hiss. "Well, guess I'm not the only one making surprises tonight." He chuckled to himself, while she let out a coy smile. "Do you want this?"
She nodded harshly, almost as if she were overcompensating her desire to mask her internal struggle. The monster could see what was wrong instantly. "Are you afraid?" She strongly shook her head.
"Nervous?"
She didn't move. Before she could motion an answer, the monster laughed. "It's your first time, isn't it? Well, no worry, we'll take it easy tonight." After pulling her towards a wall of a building whose paint had faded throughout the decades and lighting was barely functional, the monster went to work, positioning himself directly behind so that she could feel his member pressed against her back and buttocks.
She felt her breast being kneaded with precision, and felt her nipples swell ever so slightly. A pinprick of the monster's claw on her fondled tit was felt from time to time, and she could hear a little tear here and there from her dress. She expected this to happen and simply elicited moans in response, allowing for his other hand to slide one, then two fingers, hooked claws and all, into her mouth, tickling her uvula and the back of her throat. She rolled her tongue between the claws when she could. All the while, she felt that large, heavy bump slowly rise and tickle her spine, and unconsciously tried to grind against it.
She was swung around, and she saw her defiler in a dim, shorting light. She was entranced by the unearthly form his body took: From his elongated skull-like head with a tongue shaped like a tube, to arms that curved rather than bend with corkscrew spines, the creature's uniqueness was impossible to mask. His cock, in particular, was an elongated pattern of bumps and ridges, with smoothed spikes crowning the screw-like top. She slid her jacket off and got on one knee; the creature was too tall to kneel and suck on. He groaned in agreement as her mouth covered the head of the cock.
"Yes, little one," he said, "so glad I didn't need to ask." Then he felt a slight prick of pain, eliciting a minor hiss from the accidental bite. He slowly pulled her back. "Take it easy," he said, as gentle as any monster of his stature could. "No need to be nervous. Slowly." He lowered himself a little to help out.
