This is a story of occasional, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real number liveliness, use a safety, damnit ! Unwanted child, HIV and all sort of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` douse his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 13 - dejeuner ( MF, cons, oral )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Once Kate had recovered from her anal retentive climax she went right back to trying to get me to sleep together her vaginally, thinking that she was actually in love with me due to her backfired love potion. I told her that I was totally cummed out, which was true. She wanted to stick around and cuddle but I told her I had to go market shopping, not to bring up grab some more weed.

I showered and went to Monday 's place.

'' Hey hey, Tommy ! '' Monday held the door unfastened for me to enter. As I walked in I smelled pot, Monday 's B.O., and ...

'' Hepzibah ? '' I looked over at the couch, and sure enough, there was the hellcat in her thin, gaunt human disguise, perched on the cushions like a bird. She must have showered as well, as her stank was n't overpowering, but it was still noticeable.

'' Tommee ! '' she cackled and held out a half-done doob.

I waved it off ... no way was I taking the chance of catching whatever cattiness she might give. oral presentation of which, Monday was looking kinda pale. `` You okay, buddy ? '' I asked.

'' Sure, Tommy ! Never intimately. '' He plopped himself down next to Hepzibah as she toked, and then they pressed their lips together. She was blowing the dope into his back talk as they kissed. I tried not to retch.

After some small lecture, I bought a bag of kush and left.

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When I got back home, Demie was there. I wanted to talk about what we had done with her new friend Dianna but after we vaped some of the new weed, she just wanted to jump out my pearl. I did n't complain ... she even morphed into Dianna midway through the sex, which was kinda weird because the blonde was a lesbian. Still, she was pretty hot for an older wench ... Nice squiffy snatch, too.

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After Demie left during the night, Kate came back out of her lab in the closet. I was really tired from the succubus sex, but I sat the beldame down for a talk.

'' I almost killed you the first time I fucked you, Kate, '' I explained, wincing from the computer storage of taking her from behind as her collapsing magic hepatic portal vein cut her in half. `` Plus, this love you 're feeling ? It 's only from your potion. ``

She took my deal. `` Is it so difficult to believe that you 're worthy of love, Tom ? ``

I thought about it for a moment. My unhurt spirit had turned into this weird gothic nightmare when I had set a stateless person on fire as a ritual killing to summon Demie from Hell ! She had then straight up murdered hoi polloi, one of them right in front of me, and I did n't do a damn thing about it ! I was n't a right person.

'' Yeah, '' I responded, `` I 'm a piece of hoot ! You know that what you 're feeling is n't real ... you KNOW this, Kate. ``

I could see the truth behind her eyes. She knew, but ...

'' I do n't worry, '' she revealed, `` I already kind of liked you before. I think this would have happened anyway ... maybe not as strong, but it is what it is, right ? ``

I sighed. Kate tried playing with my pecker but Demie had drained a lot of vigor from me during our earlier fuck. I fell asleep and never got any harder than a half-chub.

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I actually slept through virtually of Sunday. My sleep docket was out of rap so I showered, played some video games until forenoon, and then went into work.

The receptionist handed me a greeting posting and pen as I came into the office.

'' With deepest sympathy for your loss ... who 's Dalton ? '' I asked her.

'' Carrie 's husband. She passed away a few twenty-four hours ago ... middle onset, '' she replied sadly.

I felt like the ground was suddenly whisked out from under my base, like a prestidigitator 's tablecloth, except a really bad thaumaturgist, as I promptly fell on my ass.

'' Ow ! shtup ... '' It was a stone tiled floor.

The receptionist quickly ran around her desk and helped me up. `` Oh my God ! Are you okay ? ``

'' I ... yeah ... ''

She stepped back. `` Did you know Carrie well ? ``

'Oh, yeah, I totally boned her in the washroom and may throw knocked her up ,'is what I did n't say.

'' Err ... as well as anyone, I guess. somebody that works with you, dying ... that 's a bit of a wakeup yell, huh ? ``

'' Yeah ... '' She seemed fill with that, and headed back to her desk. I put my name on the card but could n't write anything to a greater extent. What could I say ? Sorry I fucked your dead wife ?

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police detective Dianna shepherd looked at the board of missing individual again, more frustrated than ever. A couple more had been added just this hebdomad, as seemingly random as the rest. No similarities, not even geography, as they had all been from unlike character of the city. Male, female, untried, old ; all over the blank space !

'Almost as if mortal was trying to shroud what they were doing ...'

She paused. Where had that thought ejaculate from ? She had been tasked with finding these missing people, and a single kidnapper or group of kidnappers seemed likely, as this town had been relatively repose when it came to vehement criminal offense for as long as she could remember.

Violent ? Surely someone would experience seen or heard something if these people were being forcibly pulled from the streets and their homes, but there had been nothing. How could that be ? Drugs ?

'Hypnotism ?'There it was again ... an odd feeling at the back of her thinker, like mortal whispering to her, but not actually with words.

She shook her head. In the close day or so she 'd been feeling odd, kind of hackneyed, and yet connected to something in a way she could n't understand.

She realized she was athirst. She looked at the clock : 11 AM, but she decided to head out for an early lunch anyway.

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I had n't brought tiffin to act upon with me so I headed out to the local sandwich shop class, early to beat the flush. Even so, there was someone ahead of me in line. What the the pits ? Her ? ! Dianna turned as I approached.

'' Oh, hey ! Tom, right ? pocket-size world ... You okay ? ``

I must have looked like a deer in the headlights as she scrutinized me. `` Ah ! Yeah ... yeah, I 'm fine, thanks, Dianna. '' I noticed she was wearing a business concern causa, which was a far cry from the leather skirt and tight top she had worn on Fri Nox. I recalled that when I had asked if she was a cop she had said, `` Not tonight. '' But I also knew from Brooklyn Nine-Nine that copper did n't dress like she did, unless ...

'' You 're ... a detective ? ``

'' Yeah, '' was all she got out before the sandwich artist beckoned her forward. `` Oh, I got ta ... '' And then her attending was diverted. I had no problem with that. Demie brought rest home a fucking police detective ? !

As Dianna placed her orderliness my mind was swimming. This shop was n't anywhere near a police force station ... why was she here ? Working a case, I guessed. Just random chance ? This seemed like a heck of a coincidence ... it was n't even lunch yet and we were the only if two in here. Was she investigating me for the homeless individual 's murder, or Demie for all of her kill ?

No, that made no sense. Demie had given Dianna the jinx so the aged gay woman had come to our domicile for sex, and she had been dressed for a night out. She had also arrived at the sandwich shop before me. As unrealistic as it seemed, this had to just be a coincidence.

Dianna paid for her nutrient and then sat down, beckoning me with her headspring when I looked so I 'd know that she wanted me to bring together her. After I got my nutrient I did just that, my pulse racing. Could n't stool it look like I 'm trying to fend off her, right ? Innocent people do n't do that.

In between bites she asked, `` So, you and Demie been together long ? Forgive me for saying, but you seem to be an odd couple. ``

I gulped down some Earth's crust and washed it down with cherry Pepsi. `` Uh, yeah, internet dating, y'know ... she just came over one day and made herself at home. ``

'' So where 's she from ? ``

'' Down ... um, down south ... not sure as shooting exactly where. She does n't verbalise about it. ``

She considered for a moment. `` Huh ... stress 's not Southern. Ca n't be from too far Confederate States, or maybe she did n't always live down there ? ``

I shrugged.

She swigged some chocolate Milk and then looked at me hesitantly. `` Um ... I 'll just come right out and ask : do you cognize if she 's planning on seeing me again ? Friday night was ... indefinable. '' She got a faraway look on her face.

I reevaluated my predicament. Nope, we were n't being investigated ... this woman was just hooked on Demie something tremendous. I kind of felt sorry for her. Did n't stop me from sneaking a look at her breasts pushing out her blouse while she was distracted, though.

I looked back up at her fount. `` Sorry, Demie just sorta does her own thing. She has n't said one way or the other. '' I did n't really have anything else to say, so I took another bite of sandwich.

She looked disappointed as she finished her meal. `` Ah ... okay ... well, she has my number ... '' She got up and tossed her food wrappings in the methamphetamine hydrochloride. I got up as well, which is what you 're supposed to do when a woman gets to her feet, right ? I had possibly impregnated this woman without her knowledge a few nights ago, and I had sex with Demie while the daimon was pretending to be Dianna as well, so I felt a form of bizarre familiarity with her. I did n't know what the piece of ass I was doing. This fortune meeting went from bunglesome threat to just awkward.

She noticed me standing there. `` Um ... commodity to see you. '' She held out her hand.

As I took it a spark jumped between our fingers with an hearable pop. `` Ow ! '' we both cried out.

She looked at her hand. `` Again ? weather condition must be getting siccative. Bye, Tom. '' And then she left.

Relieved and suddenly notion tired, probably from the sudden letdown of adrenaline, I sat back down to cease my luncheon. By the end of it I was ready for a nap. I called in sick for the residual of the day and headed abode to do just that.

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Dianna felt full moon of free energy. What a totally random meetup, but she had n't even known why she had driven so far from the station to that picky sandwich shop. There were eating place closer to work, but for some reasonableness she had just kept driving until she arrived at that one.

She considered Tom. Objectively attractive enough, but the pathetic guy was out of his league with Demie. Dianna wondered what the brown-haired goddess saw in him.

She hoped Demie would text or anticipate soon ...

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When I got home, Demie was there with our daughter, the kindergartner 's blessed nature plain with her red skin, barbed tail, and horns peeking out from her the great unwashed of dishevel brown hair.

'' daddy ! '' The pre-school demoness jumped into my subdivision. I heard another `` dad ! '' from the linen closet and a raven-haired minuscule girl in a dark apparel flew out of it on a small broom.

'' Hey hey ! How are my girls ? '' I boomed out as I gathered them both into my arms. The provider was home.

Thunder roared from the sleeping room and the apartment shook. My daughter let me go and looked fearfully in that direction.

'' Uh oh ... you woke him up, '' said the small demoness.

'' Yes, you should n't experience woken him up, Daddy, '' said the piffling witch.

Why could n't I remember the girls'names, and who did I wake up ? The lights flickered as something unseen approached down the hall from the bedchamber. Boom. gravy. BOOM.

The luminosity went out. I turned. Suddenly I was on a drop-off, looking out over a blackened, ruined landscape painting ... Demie was there in black armor ... thunder in the distance ... he was approaching ... he ? He who ... ?

'' Kiss me, '' I commanded, and Demie ...

'' Tom. ``

I started awake. Demie was there in my bed, wearing that Lapp armour I had just been dreaming about. I looked at her, confused.

She sat back and looked down at her kit, likewise confused. `` Why am I geared for battle ? '' She closed her eyes and the chitinous shell dissolved into her now nude grade. She pulled the back off of my openness and licked her lips. `` I need you now, stud. '' Then she took my rising prick into her mouth. She did n't transform her teeth to human so I could feel her fangs lightly skimming my rotating shaft as she sucked me to full size. risk and turmoil, so inextricably tied together. I tried to remember the dream but my mind was totally distracted by the satanic fellatio and soon it was gone altogether.

Once I was fully raise, Demie jumped on top and rode me like a crazy woman, cumming quickly. I did n't finale long after that but she did n't appear to beware. Her almost uncomfortably hot insides sucked up my seeded player and I was spent again.

Strangely, after we were done she snuggled up into the crook of my arm, breathing heavily. `` This okeh ? '' she asked in a strangely soft tone. I nodded. Definitely approve. Something stirred in my retention, something about a slight young woman that looked like Demie ... ?

I slipped away again, this time to a dreamless sleep.

To be continued ...