In Krystal's Palm (The Russians Are Coming 3) (Patreon)

A special bonus image this month to say thank you to all my patrons for your support as I get this off the ground! This was one of the images that I made for an initial Patreon launch that I decided to delay and post the images for free online anyway. This version however is downloadable in full size exclusively here!

This is the 3rd in the series 'The Russians Are Coming'. The series doesn't hold together in a narrative sense at the moment. If you want to see parts 1 and 2 then they are on my Twitter.

As she surveyed the world around her Krystal stretched, reaching her hands above her head and spreading out her fingers, she felt as if she could touch the moon. Clouds slipped around her waist and began to form in wisps at her nipples, cooling them and making her tingle. She giggled and pulled her hands back down to her breasts, fingers circling her areola and feeling the condensation forming there. She stood looming above a city with feet planted either side of the downtown skyscrapers, an area no larger than a living room rug. These poor Americans didn’t know how lucky they were to have her as their new… “princess…” she whispered softly, naming her title. 

Leaning down to inspect the glittering metropolis she let out a little gasp. Two giants cowered among the crystalline towers. They were tiny to her but large enough to have difficulty concealing themselves. She placed her hand down on the ground palm up, flattening a city block. 

“You pretties must climb onto my hand.” She commanded in her Russian accent, softly and kindly but with the authority of an owner to her pet. 

The tiny giants looked conflicted, gesticulating desperately at each other, but soon began to make their way to her and climb up onto her fingers. Warily they made their way to her palm and knelt down embracing each other. 

Krystal brought her hand up to her face to get a closer look at them, standing to her full height as slowly as possible so as not to make them sick from the motion. 

“Ooo.” She purred. “What do we have here? A little man and a little woman! Who are cuddling very nicely.” She winked at them conspiratorially. 

Just then a slow movement around her waist caught Krystal’s eye. An aeroplane barely an inch long seemed to float. It was banking to try and move away from her. With a sly smile she reached down and deftly moving her free hand at a pace to match, closed her fingers gently around it. Soon the struggling from the engine stopped and she opened her fingers to find the jet seemingly unharmed. With the greatest of care she tipped her hand and allowed the it to fall from palm to palm, coming to rest beside the tiny giant couple.

“Now it is time for us all to play. Now come, you two must make love for me. I want to see you enjoy this sex more than you ever have before. Make love while I hold you in my hand… and all you tiny Americans in the aeroplane. You must come out and play with my pets, or they will come in to get you!” She smiled impishly at her own playfulness and bit her lip as the hot couple in her hand started to kiss, the woman straddling the man, arching her back as his cock thrust into her. 

Krystal’s free hand inched its way down he body, pinching her nipple before heading for her pussy, which was now sopping wet with her arousal. She massaged her clit and groaned with pleasure, unaware of the fighter jets being buffeted by the turbulence as they buzzed around her hips and tried to avoid her skyscraper sized fingers as she expertly worked herself toward climax.