A beautiful woman

In walks a young woman clearly twenty years old at most, she doesn’t have a wrinkle on her body and gravity hasn’t done any damage to her beauty either. You can’t see a single blemish anywhere and her attire doesn’t conceal much. She stands on golden sandals with 4” heels that you can’t even tell what is holding them on as if she simply asked them to walk with her. The blue polish on perfectly manicured toes peeks through white fishnet stockings that clad her long toned legs, the stockings are attached to a lacy garter belt that hugs her no more than 24” waist. Her hips hold up a blue skirt that brushes the floor that is really only two pieces of eight inch wide nearly transparent fabric, front and back with gold chain holding them together. Her torso is bare and her navel has a sapphire set in a gold hoop piercing it that catches the eye and highlights her soft looking flat stomach. Above this is more transparent blue fabric in the form of a sleeveless shirt that nearly covers her perky small but seemingly perfect breasts. Her modesty is covered by a more opaque blue string bikini that the creator must have been running out of cloth when he created it. Long blonde hair cascades down her back flowing freely as she walks. Her blue eyes sparkle as she opens her mouth to speak.

Suddenly time stops, your consciousness floats out of your new body and you watch from above as it grabs her and stops her from speaking with a kiss. She shuts the door then embraces him as a lover would and he carries her to the bed. You can’t help but feel like an unwelcome voyeur as you watch him penetrate her. Their passion heats the room and you watch them rather impressed by their stamina and flexibility. She kisses like a princess, sucks his cock like it was all the sustenance she needed to live, and begs him to pound her asshole like a wanton harlot. When his strength wains a bit she climbs on and takes the reins, riding his mast. This continues till suddenly a ten foot tall creature appears in the room and grabs her by the head. A sickening crack tells you she is dead before the creature laughs, says, “My turn.” And slams her body onto his far to large meat. Your body howls in rage and anguish and reaches for his sword, the weapon glows brightly and bites into the creature deeply but that one strike is all he manages before the creature pulls off his arms. “The king says hi.” The creature laughs then chomps down on his head. As it does you see the crystalline creature from your dream is there and touches the doll it made to his lifeless body. Time quickly rewinds till she stands in front of you again, you slam back into his body.

Time resumes and she sees the worry in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” She asks, her voice is like a perfect song. You can’t help but think the creature is already here.