This is a story of free-and-easy, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable babe, HIV and all variety of lesser sexual diseases await the changeling who `` plunge his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 6 - A summer solstice Nox 's screaming ( MFF, MF, bi, sting, magic, viva, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

Siobhan barreled out of the house, leaving the front line door 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 rip. Her stepdad 's posture toward her was getting sorry, and she was afraid he 'd do something severe soon.

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

Siobhan turned to incur a beautiful lady in a half-top, jeans and sandals leaning on the fencing following to her. Where had she do from ? And ...

'' I do n't ? '' the young girl asked. Siobhan knew that this Lady should n't possess known what was going on in her living but she did n't experience that she was in any danger from her.

The woman held out her hand. `` Come with me. ``

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

The woman 's amber centre seemed to shine faintly as she looked down at the girl. `` Do n't worry, he has an appointment with my citizenry in a few yr. Lung genus Cancer 's a particularly nasty way to go ; decelerate and painful. ``

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

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

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Today ...

Wednesday evening rolled around and Demie had n't come menage after going off with her booster Hepzibah the previous night. She did this sometimes. I did n't recognise what she did or where she went, and was frankly too afraid to ask. If she wanted concealment or had another shoes to know on the side, that was perfectly fine by me.

Or ... did she have another fan ? Was that jealousy I was feeling just then ? It certainly felt like it. But green-eyed monster meant ...

There was a sound from the bedroom. I lightly placed my Francis Scott Key into the entry bowl as the front man 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 post !

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

As I looked into the room I could see that it was well lit from the sun angling through the window but there was a kind of -- - miasma was the salutary parole for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the spark, making it difficult to see.

A voice sounded, `` Is it cold iron ye be seeking to use on me, deathly man ? '' It was a woman 's spokesperson, though I could n't tell apart if she was Edward Young or old.

I knew enough from my metre with Demie that a elementary knife would defecate no difference of opinion here. I tossed it out of the room.

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

The swarthiness coalesced into a slim female person physique. If her elfin characteristic were n't enough for me to secern what I was looking at, her pointed spike were, framing retentive yellow-green hair. And she was naked. It must ingest been cold in the room, as her ears were n't the alone thing that were pointed.

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

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

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

The elf-like woman approached me and then stopped, her body disturbingly tightlipped to mine as she peered into my oculus. She was shorter than me, but I felt humble 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. Mon had given me a bottle of malt whiskey for Christmastime final stage twelvemonth. I had never developed a taste for it, but kept it around in casing I had company ... and I was beaming that I had !

'' ejaculate in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedchamber. It gave me another chance at an eyeful of her slenderize nudity. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a blemish on her creamy skin. Despite her estrange looks she was gorgeous.

I pulled the whisky bottle down from the top kitchen closet and as I filled a glass I asked, `` What ... '' Then I remembered from my first encounter with Demie that asking real names would probably not be well received. `` ... should I bid you ? I 'm Tom. '' I handed her the glass.

The cleaning woman took the glassful, sniffed the content, and then threw it back, gulping the whole thing in one go. That had been half a looking glass !

As she wiped her rima oris and held the spyglass out again, she said, `` Call me ... Anya. I am proud of to induce yer friend, Tom. '' That appraising look again.

I filled her glass this clip, and then we moved back out to the living room. We sat on the couch, though by the way she sat down it might have been a pot. The shock absorber did n't even have an indentation where she sat ... did she weigh nada ?

Anya sipped her drink now, savoring the flavor. `` I do neglect this, '' she said. `` One of the solitary things from the olde world that I do. ``

I did n't roll in the hay if I should say anything, so I did n't. I put on some soothing medicine, though, and then returned to the couch.

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

I allowed my eyes to reeve across her spare body, and then back to her face. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty trash 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 buss from her would make me short ! Anya was a good kisser -- like, really good. Her strong lip 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 spark, practically weightless !

'' Um ... '' I said again, breaking the kiss. `` see ... I 'm flatter, 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 brute. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demons did n't have committed kinship. Was it because Anya was so different ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full demon way, consummate with hooves, horns and bottom. This elfin cleaning lady was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no reason for me to turn her down.

And yet I was doing it. My cock had gotten hard from the warm fairy creature rubbing her pitcher 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 comfortable ? '' Demie asked, tilting her head as she looked at us, though I did n't screw if she meant Anya or me.

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

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

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

Suddenly Anya was clad in a curtly dark fleeceable bird, leafy leg covering, and a alight William Green blouse that was practically see-through. She wore no shoes.

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

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

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

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

Sure enough, Demie came around the box a moment later, and someone else was with her, a beautiful slim adult female with greenish-blonde hair.

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

The slim woman looked at her paw but did n't offer up hers. `` Are ye a virgin, child ? ``

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

Demie spoke up : `` Of grade 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 require for zilch, minor ... ''

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

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

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

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

Then the three of them spoke for a clip, of magic and legends, of true names and simulated. An offer was made, one that had not been uttered in century of years. There were more doubtfulness asked and answered, and finally all parties were satisfied.

Anya stood and moved her handwriting in complicated gesture, muttering dustup that seemed to cut through the air. A hole of darkness opened in the middle of the apartment 's living room.

'' Go through, '' Anya said to the fille, `` My attendant will serve ye as does beseem royalty. ``

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

A mo later something came back through the portal from the other side of meat. 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 slit, '' Demie said, eyeing the creature with Siobhan 's face and body as it waited for its mistress'commands.

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

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her home. Watching from outside, the couplet saw through the front windowpane as her mother hugged what she thought was her daughter with joy. As the fairytale pair walked away from the house they paused as they heard the stepfather kickoff to yell.

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

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be gear up for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty sure what she meant, so I got the volcano vape ready, queued up some more mood music, and put the relaxation of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the rag on the bed and had a cascade. I almost put on some Cologne before realizing that such an contrived scent would probably grow off a lifelike fauna like Anya.

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

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this metre for info on fairy creatures. There was a lot of conflicting data online, plus all that horseshit from that Lost young lady show. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could have been Tinkerbell with a growing magic 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 euphony, turned down the lights, and then sat back down on the couch, watching the door. A couple of second later they walked in.

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

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

Both women kept her apparel on as I poured the whiskey and got the vape bag make. As I did so I could feel their eyes on me. Yes, definitely feeling like the Lamb, not the groom.

We toked, we drank, I told Anya about my job, the video recording game I play, and the shows and movies I like, though I think nigh of it must have seemed like I was speaking another language to a non-technical animal like her. I think she just liked the sound of my voice.

Then I had a char on either side of me, both with their handwriting on my thighs. Both women oozed sex, though each in their own unlike 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 caressing. I held her face as we made out.

Demie undid my fly and fished out my intemperately cock. She began to whack me off and I moved my work force to Anya 's chest, massaging her minor breasts through her fugacious blouse. Her apparel disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my mouth to Anya 's neck, making her gasp. My arms slipped lower, caressing her hips. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's sass surround my cock. So hot !

I slipped down further to taste Anya 's pussy. Her bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the fiend 's, it was an gross green. As I licked at her knocked out lips I could smell blossom. As I dipped my tongue inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya sigh. Suddenly my rose hip were forcibly rotated so that I was on my backbone. My mouth was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to squat over my face as I felt Demie 's scalding pussy surroundings my peter. She was back in demon form now.

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

I do n't cognize how I had n't blown my incumbrance into Demie 's furnace of fornication yet, but the fair sex swapped positions and then I was eating my demon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a plume pillow was wrapped around my cock as Anya mounted me.

These two woman were definitely glacial reverse when it came to sex. Anya 's inside were warm but not hot, and almost tickled my cock as she rode me, as opposed to Demie 's demanding depths.

My succour yielded me some of Demie 's spiced rum flavored cum in my back talk as she grunted. Anya also came, feeling like a swarm of butterfly caressing my penis.

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

Demie got up and Anya lay back as we switched to the missionary 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 clip, though, and her tail rubbed along the exterior of my whoreson as I fucked this slim, sexy sylph.

Then Demie spoke up : `` Hey, Anya, Tom 's sperm 's pretty potent. You think he might have a chance to criticise you up ? ``

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

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

'Aw ...'I thought, dejected.

'' ... but if his seminal fluid be inviolable indeed ... mayhap. '' She thrust her hips up at me to punctuate that thought.

My mind boggled at the idea. I thrust harder into the woodland creature.

Anya continued, `` I have borne many children over the millennium. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do miss the feel of new life blossoming within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in order to gaze at that tight body as I made love to it. Her hands moved to rub down her small, pert boob, and then down to caress her flat tummy. Her middle 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 fertile body. Demie knew just what buttons to push to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some light in her Quaker as well.

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

I was thrusting into her hard and libertine now.

'' Mmm ... I do feel yer manhood growing within me ... '' Her arms surrounded my pectus firmly as her breathing quickened.

I could experience it coming, spurred on by this sexy impregnation talk and the feeling of Demie 's derriere hugging my butthole.

'' Ye are so deep ! Yes ! fill me with biography ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterfly stroke around my cock again, but this time they were insistent, 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 trench within her, doing my outdo to impregnate the god beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a instant, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the former slope of the couch. When my point stopped spinning I saw her delicately ass pointed at me, her tail whipping back and forth as she buried her face into Anya 's cooch.

'' Aahh ! Demie ! What do ye -- ? ! Oh -- OHHH ! '' Anya arched her back, her mouth unfold in joy as Demie licked her pussy.

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

Soon it was time for Anya to go. She gave both of us a hug, adding a passionate kiss for me that brought my dick back to lifetime. She gave it another of those appraising spirit as she stepped into the hepatic portal vein back to her world.

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my restore cock 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 full of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your bather to cause the best chance, so I took my tongue and labour your cum as rich inside her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her tongue extended like a snake, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

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

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

After I had stopped shaking I rolled off of Demie and lay back on my pillow. She put her head into the turn of my shoulder, her mitt playing with my dresser hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any sort of `` rest talk, '' unless you count me screaming due to her murdering someone or fucking with my incubus with her telepathy.

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

Demie gave a picayune smile. `` Only about 40 yr. She helped me with something and I finally managed to pay her back tonight. ``

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

Demie got up on one elbow to depend at me quizzically. `` You really do n't know ? What do they teach you kids in school day these days, blank shell ? ``

'' well, um, I ... ''

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

I thought about it. That play had some fairies, queen Oberon and Queen ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' Titania ? ``

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

My head was swimming. `` Uhm ... so am I gon na get Oberon knocking on my door demanding satisfaction ? ``

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

To be continued ...