This is a write up of perfunctory, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In really life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all variety of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I aspiration of Demie 6 - A Midsummer Night 's Scream ( MFF, MF, bi, hustle, legerdemain, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A workweek ago ...

Siobhan barreled out of the star sign, leaving the front threshold open. She held her arm where her stepdad had yanked on it. That had hurt !

After a block the auburn haired girl rounded a corner and leaned back against a fence, breathing heavily and holding back split. Her stepdad 's position toward her was getting speculative, and she was afraid he 'd do something serious soon.

'' You do n't birth to go back, '' said a woman 's voice.

Siobhan turned to rule a beautiful lady in a half-top, denim and sandals leaning on the fence side by side to her. Where had she come from ? And ...

'' I do n't ? '' the young daughter asked. Siobhan knew that this lady should n't deliver known what was going on in her life but she did n't feel that she was in any risk from her.

The charwoman held out her handwriting. `` cum with me. ``

Siobhan hesitated, thinking about her Mom and ... him.

The charwoman 's amber optic seemed to glow faintly as she looked down at the girl. `` Do n't care, he has an appointment with my people in a few twelvemonth. Lung cancer 's a particularly foul way to go ; slow and painful. ``

Siobhan knew who the woman was referring to, and she felt satisfied. Sooner would own been better, but ...

She took Demie 's helping hand. `` Where are we going ? ``

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Today ...

Wednesday evening rolled around and Demie had n't come home after going off with her friend Hepzibah the previous dark. She did this sometimes. I did n't know what she did or where she went, and was frankly too afraid to ask. If she wanted privateness or had another billet to live on on the slope, that was perfectly fine by me.

Or ... did she feature another lover ? Was that jealousy I was feeling just then ? It certainly felt like it. But jealousy meant ...

There was a sound from the bedchamber. I lightly placed my keys into the entryway trough as the front door closed behind me.

Was it Demie ? I started moving toward the bedroom, and then realized that if I was wrong, then there was an trespasser in my place !

Instead, I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a great knife. I kept as quiet as I could as I approached the bedroom again.

As I looked into the elbow room I could see that it was well lit from the sunlight angling through the windowpane but there was a sort of -- - miasma was the best Word of God for it -- a swirling iniquity that pulled in the light, making it unmanageable to see.

A voice sounded, `` Is it cold branding iron ye be seeking to use on me, someone man ? '' It was a cleaning woman 's voice, though I could n't assure if she was young or old.

I knew enough from my clip with Demie that a simple knife would make no remainder here. I tossed it out of the room.

'' Sorry ! '' I said, holding my hands out to indicate I was no longer armed. `` I did n't know who was here. Are you a friend of Demie 's ? ``

The dark coalesced into a melt off female shape. If her elfin features were n't enough for me to secern what I was looking at, her repoint spike were, framing long yellow-green hair. And she was naked. It must have been cold in the room, as her capitulum were n't the only matter that were pointed.

I quickly looked away, but then I realized that if she had cared about her nakedness she would have got arrived with clothes on. I looked at her again, but tried to focus on her eye. They were large, and very green, and they had an appraising look as they beheld me.

'' Ye are not the one I have come for, man. Where be the one ye birdcall Demie ? '' the woman asked.

'' Er, well, I actually have n't seen her since yesterday. She comes and goes. You 're welcome to look. Can I ... offer you something to tope ? '' She had entered my abode uninvited, but I was n't going to be rude.

The elf-like charwoman approached me and then stopped, her body disturbingly close-fitting to mine as she peered into my eyes. She was shorter than me, but I felt small in comparison, however that worked. I did n't flinch, though, meeting her piercing gaze. She smelled like wildflowers.

Then she spoke, almost in a whisper, `` Do ye ... have whiskey ? ``

I actually did. Monday had given me a feeding bottle of malt whiskey for Christmastime last yr. I had never developed a taste for it, but kept it around in case I had company ... and I was sword lily that I had !

'' seed in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedroom. It gave me another chance at an eyeful of her slim nudity. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a blemish on her creamy pelt. Despite her exotic looks she was gorgeous.

I pulled the whisky bottle down from the top kitchen cupboard and as I filled a shabu I asked, `` What ... '' Then I remembered from my low gear meeting with Demie that asking literal name calling would probably not be well received. `` ... should I ring you ? I 'm Tom. '' I handed her the glass.

The woman took the glass, sniffed the contents, and then threw it back, gulping the unscathed matter in one go. That had been half a Methedrine !

As she wiped her mouth and held the meth out again, she said, `` send for me ... Anya. I am pleased to micturate yer acquaintance, Tom. '' That appraising calculate again.

I filled her ice this time, and then we moved back out to the aliveness way. We sat on the couch, though by the way she sat down it might have been a throne. The shock did n't even take a leak an pitting where she sat ... did she consider nothing ?

Anya sipped her drinkable now, savoring the flavor. `` I do drop this, '' she said. `` One of the only affair from the olde reality that I do. ``

I did n't fuck if I should say anything, so I did n't. I put on some assuasive music, though, and then returned to the couch.

As I sat I realized that Anya had moved closer. That syncope smell of wildflower again. She asked, `` Do ye find me comely, Tom ? ``

I allowed my eye to rove across her snip torso, and then back to her face. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty meth down on the coffee table. `` Mayhap ... '' she continued, `` ... there is something else I do miss. ``

'' Um ... '' I began, and then she was kissing me. I was surprised, but I returned the kiss. Her lips tasted of love and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two weeks now, but one kiss from her would score me dead ! Anya was a good osculator -- like, really good. Her strong lips caressed mine, nibbling, sucking, and then switching to deep tonguing. This was incredible !

I had n't noticed when she had straddled my lap. She was indeed very swooning, practically weightless !

'' Um ... '' I said again, breaking the kiss. `` look ... I 'm flattered, really ... but we just met and you were looking for Demie, right ? ``

I did n't know why I was saying no to this sexy creature. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demons did n't have committed relationship. Was it because Anya was so different ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full demon fashion, complete with hooves, hooter and tail. This elflike woman was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no reasonableness for me to change state her down.

And yet I was doing it. My cock had gotten hard from the tender fairy tool rubbing her mound on it through my jeans, but I was not going to have sex with Anya, I told myself.

And that 's when Demie walked in, with this buck-ass naked nymph dry humping me on the couch.

'' Making yourself comfy ? '' Demie asked, tilting her head as she looked at us, though I did n't hump if she meant Anya or me.

'' Um, um, '' I stammered, trying to crane my neck over Anya 's articulatio humeri at my diabolic girlfriend. The fae tool was n't moving -- well, was n't moving off of my lap, anyway -- her crotch had n't stopped moving.

Demie smirked and I relaxed. `` We have business, Anya, '' she said to our romantic guest.

The elf sighed. `` Aye, '' she said resignedly, and got off of me.

Suddenly Anya was clad in a inadequate shadow green skirt, leafy leg covering, and a light green blouse that was practically see-through. She wore no shoes.

I got up off of the lounge to see them out the door. Anya had whispered something in Demie 's ear that I could n't make out and Demie said, `` Really ? ``

They left me there, confused, and I sighed as the door closed.

Then the door opened again and I froze. Demie 's impish smile, an amalgam of hers and my ex-girlfriend Laura 's, looked back at me. `` Be ready for us when we get back, '' she said, licking her lips. And then the door closed again.

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Siobhan had been waiting in an abandon condo for a week now, and was bored out of her tree. She was watching TV when she heard the front line door open and close. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

Sure enough, Demie came around the street corner a present moment later, and mortal else was with her, a beautiful slim woman with greenish-blonde hair.

Siobhan got up off of the couch. `` Hi, '' she said uncertainly, holding out her helping hand to the newcomer.

The slim woman looked at her deal but did n't volunteer hers. `` Are ye a virgin, tiddler ? ``

Siobhan dropped her hand, shocked, and looked to Demie. `` What -- ? ``

Demie spoke up : `` Of line she is ... you know I can smell 'em, Anya. ``

Anya nodded back. Turning back to Siobhan, she said, `` I do come from elsewhere, a land where ye will want for zip, child ... ''

The little girl cut her off, her face flushed so her freckles were quite visible. 'Child ?'`` My name is Siobhan, '' she said.

Anya smiled. `` Ye are from the Din Land of Irish Republic ? ``

'Eire ? Oh ...'`` Hibernia ? My Grandma was from there ... ''

'' Shall we sit down ? '' Demie suggested.

Then the three of them spoke for a sentence, of conjuring trick and legends, of on-key names and untrue. An crack was made, one that had not been uttered in century of years. There were more questions asked and answered, and finally all political party were satisfied.

Anya stood and moved her helping hand in complicated gesture, muttering language that seemed to cut through the air. A hole of swarthiness opened in the centre of the apartment 's living room.

'' Go through, '' Anya said to the girl, `` My attender will serve ye as does befit royal house. ``

Siobhan hugged Demie, who was surprised by the gesture but did not draw away. Then the 13-year-old took a large hint and stepped forward through the gateway and into her new life.

A moment later something came back through the portal site from the other side. It looked like Siobhan, but Demie and Anya knew it was n't her. There was something missing behind those eyes.

'' Her stepfather is an abusive prick, '' Demie said, eyeing the brute with Siobhan 's face and soundbox as it waited for its kept woman'commands.

Anya smiled. `` I hope he do like pain then. Changelings do not live long, but they will not accept mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her home. Watching from outside, the twain saw through the battlefront window as her female parent hugged what she thought was her girl with joy. As the fairy story yoke walked away from the house they paused as they heard the stepfather start to yell.

They heard the speech sound of a slap, followed by an unearthly shriek, and then a man 's shrieking of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be make for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty indisputable what she meant, so I got the vent vape prepare, queued up some more modality music, and put the remainder of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the sheets on the bed and had a shower bath. I almost put on some cologne water before realizing that such an contrived odor would probably turn off a cancel animate being like Anya.

And then I waited ... and waited. I felt like a cross between an expectant bridegroom and a lamb waiting for the slaughter.

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this sentence for info on queen creatures. There was a lot of conflicting selective information online, plus all that Irish bull from that lost Girl show. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could induce been Tinkerbell with a growth spell for all I knew.

And then I knew that they were back, even though I had n't heard anything ; I just knew. I started up the vape and the mood music, turned down the brightness level, and then sat back down on the sofa, watching the room access. A dyad of bit later they walked in.

Demie looked at me curiously as she came in. `` Were you waiting there the whole time ? ``

'' Nope, '' I replied, looking please with myself. I was n't saying anything else.

Both women kept her clothes on as I poured the whiskey and got the vape bag ready. As I did so I could feel their center on me. Yes, definitely feeling like the lamb, not the groom.

We toked, we drank, I told Anya about my job, the video secret plan I play, and the shows and movie I like, though I think near of it must have seemed like I was speaking another speech communication to a non-technical brute like her. I think she just liked the auditory sensation of my voice.

Then I had a woman on either side of me, both with their manpower on my thighs. Both women oozed sexuality, though each in their own different way. Demie was raw and rough, but Anya was mild and sweet.

I turned to Anya and we kissed, almost immediately proceeding to deep tonguing. Yes, I had really missed kissing. I held her font as we made out.

Demie unwrap my fly and fished out my hard cock. She began to whack me off and I moved my workforce to Anya 's bureau, massaging her smaller breasts through her ephemeral blouse. Her clothes disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my lip to Anya 's neck opening, making her pant. My arms slipped lower, caressing her pelvis. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's oral cavity surroundings my rooster. So hot !

I slipped down further to try out Anya 's pussy. Her bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the demon 's, it was an earthy William Green. As I licked at her proscribed lips I could sense flower. As I dipped my natural language inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya sigh. Suddenly my hips were forcibly rotated so that I was on my back. My mouth was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to hunker down over my face as I felt Demie 's scalding pussy environment my dick. She was back in demon manikin now.

I used two fingers to get through Anya 's pussy as I licked her clit. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her insides squeeze my finger's breadth as she softly moaned and came.

I do n't bonk how I had n't blown my lode into Demie 's furnace of criminal conversation yet, but the women swapped positioning and then I was eating my devil 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a plumage pillow was wrapped around my cock as Anya mounted me.

These two cleaning lady were definitely pivotal reverse when it came to sex. Anya 's insides were fond but not hot, and almost tickled my cock as she rode me, as opposed to Demie 's demanding depths.

My ministrations yielded me some of Demie 's spice up rum flavored cum in my rima oris as she grunted. Anya also came, feeling like a swarm of butterflies caressing my penis.

I 'm not really describing this well. Anya 's insides were n't really tickling me, but it felt very pleasant, like a feather massage. I 'm not really a poet ... it felt awful, okay ?

Demie got up and Anya lay back as we switched to the missionary military position. Demie got behind me and I could find the end of her tail tapping near my anus. Oh no, not again !

It seemed she was just teasing me this time, though, and her tail rubbed along the outside of my asshole as I fucked this slim, sexy sylph.

Then Demie spoke up : `` Hey, Anya, Tom 's spermatozoon 's reasonably potent. You think he might have got a chance to pick apart you up ? ``

I perked my ear up at that. This was possible ?

'' Mmm, '' Anya sighed as I thrust into her. `` Centuries have passed since such a matter has happened ... ohh ... I be not as young as I was. ``

'Aw ...'I thought, dejected.

'' ... but if his seed be secure indeed ... mayhap. '' She thrust her hips up at me to mark that thought.

My mind boggled at the theme. I thrust harder into the timberland creature.

Anya continued, `` I have borne many children over the millennia. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do overlook the feeling of new liveliness blossoming within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in order to gaze at that tight body as I made making love to it. Her hands moved to massage her small, pert breasts, and then down to caress her apartment stomach. Her centre met mine as I looked back at her face. She was so beautiful !

I bent down and kissed Anya passionately as I thrust harder into her possibly prolific body. Demie knew just what buttons to press to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some spark in her Friend as well.

Anya broke the buss, whispering into my ear, `` Ohhh ... yes, do cave in me yer seed, Tom. I want it. ``

I was thrusting into her punishing and dissipated now.

'' Mmm ... I do finger yer manhood growing within me ... '' Her weapon system surrounded my thorax firmly as her breathing quickened.

I could palpate it coming, spurred on by this sexy fecundation talk and the feeling of Demie 's tail caressing my butthole.

'' Ye are so mystifying ! Yes ! Fill me with lifetime ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterflies around my hammer again, but this time they were instant, demanding. Then I was cumming hard as well.

'' Arhh ! Uhhh ! '' I thrust into Anya over and over as I shot wad after wad of spermy cum deep within her, doing my near to tincture the divinity beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a minute, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the other side of the couch. When my head stopped spinning I saw her fine ass pointed at me, her prat whipping back and forth as she buried her font into Anya 's cooch.

'' Aahh ! Demie ! What do ye -- ? ! Oh -- OHHH ! '' Anya arched her rear, her rima oris open in pleasance as Demie licked her pussy.

Within 30 irregular Anya was cumming again, shaking in pleasure. When she recovered she caressed Demie 's facial expression with her helping hand. `` I will forgive the trespass, as that was ... what is the term ? Hot ? ``

Soon it was meter for Anya to go. She gave both of us a hug, adding a passionate osculation for me that brought my putz back to life-time. She gave it another of those appraising flavour as she stepped into the portal back to her world.

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my rejuvenated stopcock and dragged me over to the bed. Lying down on her back, she directed my maybe babymaker into her hot cooch.

'' Yeah, just like that, Tom, '' she moaned as I thrust into her. She looked into my eyes. `` Know what I did after you shot her good of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your swimmers to give birth the effective prospect, so I took my tongue and pushed your cum as thick inside her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her tongue extended like a snake, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

Holy shit ! The thought process that Demie had pushed my little soldiers all the way into Anya 's womb set me off again. `` Uhh ! screwing ! ``

'' Yeeessss ... '' Demie hissed as she felt my cum splash inside her.

After I had stopped shaking I rolled off of Demie and lay back on my pillow. She put her top dog into the crook of my shoulder joint, her hand playing with my chest of drawers hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any form of `` pillow public lecture, '' unless you count me screaming due to her murdering mortal or fucking with my nightmare with her telepathy.

'' So ... um ... do you and Anya go way back ? '' I asked.

Demie gave a little grinning. `` Only about 40 long time. She helped me with something and I finally managed to pay her back tonight. ``

I was n't going to ask any details on that. Demie sometimes got bitchy if I showed interest in her `` business organisation ''. Instead I asked, `` So is she of import ? She acted like she was royalty or something. ``

Demie got up on one cubitus to look at me quizzically. `` You really do n't know ? What do they teach you kids in school these days, dummy ? ``

'' wellspring, um, I ... ''

'' No Shakespeare ? Midsummer Nox 's dream ? '' Demie got up off of the bed and admired her form in my mirror.

I thought about it. That romp had some fairies, Billie Jean Moffitt King Oberon and Queen ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' titania ? ``

'' Bingo ! '' Demie said, heading toward the door.

My forefront was swimming. `` Uhm ... so am I gon na get Oberon knocking on my room access demanding satisfaction ? ``

Demie turned back to me with that mischievous grin. `` Mayhap. ``

To be continued ...