This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a oeuvre of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorting of lesser sexual diseases await the retard who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 6 - A midsummer Night 's belly laugh ( MFF, MF, bi, inmate, magic, oral exam, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A calendar week ago ...

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

After a pulley block the auburn haired miss rounded a nook and leaned back against a fence, breathing heavily and holding back tears. Her stepdad 's attitude toward her was getting worse, and she was afraid he 'd do something serious soon.

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

Siobhan turned to discover a beautiful lady in a half-top, jeans and sandals leaning on the fence next to her. Where had she come from ? And ...

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

The charwoman held out her helping hand. `` Come with me. ``

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

The woman 's brownish-yellow optic seemed to glow faintly as she looked down at the girl. `` Do n't vex, he has an engagement with my people in a few years. Lung cancer 's a particularly nasty way to go ; slow and painful. ``

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

She took Demie 's mitt. `` 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 old Night. 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 seclusion or had another post to subsist on the side, that was perfectly alright by me.

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

There was a sound from the bedroom. I lightly placed my Florida key into the entryway arena as the front room access closed behind me.

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

Instead, I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a large 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 sunshine angling through the window but there was a sort of -- - miasma was the best word for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the light, making it difficult to see.

A representative sounded, `` Is it cold iron ye be seeking to use on me, mortal man ? '' It was a fair sex 's voice, though I could n't separate if she was young or old.

I knew enough from my time with Demie that a simple tongue would make no difference here. I tossed it out of the room.

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

The iniquity coalesced into a slim female frame. If her elfin features were n't enough for me to tell what I was looking at, her indicate pinna 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 when things 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 center on her eyes. They were declamatory, and very commons, and they had an evaluative looking as they beheld me.

'' Ye are not the one I have come for, man. Where be the one ye song Demie ? '' the womanhood 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 imbibe ? '' She had entered my base uninvited, but I was n't going to be rude.

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

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

I actually did. Monday had given me a bottle of malt whiskey for Christmas last twelvemonth. I had never developed a taste for it, but kept it around in case I had company ... and I was glad that I had !

'' seminal fluid in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedroom. It gave me another hazard at an eyeful of her slim desolation. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a defect on her creamy pelt. Despite her foreign looks she was gorgeous.

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

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

As she wiped her sass and held the glassful out again, she said, `` ring me ... Anya. I am delight to crap yer conversance, Tom. '' That appraising look again.

I filled her chalk this clock time, and then we moved back out to the living elbow room. We sat on the couch, though by the way she sat down it might have been a commode. The cushion did n't even draw an indentation where she sat ... did she weigh aught ?

Anya sipped her swallow now, savoring the flavor. `` I do leave out this, '' she said. `` One of the only matter from the olde earth that I do. ``

I did n't know 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 wildflower again. She asked, `` Do ye find me comely, Tom ? ``

I allowed my eyes to rove across her trim consistency, and then back to her face. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty glass 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 mouth tasted of honey and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed snuggling. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two hebdomad now, but one candy kiss from her would make me abruptly ! Anya was a good kisser -- like, really goodness. Her firm 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 light, practically weightless !

'' Um ... '' I said again, breaking the kiss. `` Look ... I 'm blandish, 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 sustain committed relationships. Was it because Anya was so different ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in entire monster way, complete with hooves, horns and tail. This elvish adult female was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no reason for me to bend her down.

And yet I was doing it. My cock had gotten hard from the warm fay puppet rubbing her mound on it through my jeans, but I was not going to sustain sex with Anya, I told myself.

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

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

'' Um, um, '' I stammered, trying to stretch out my neck over Anya 's articulatio humeri at my hellish girlfriend. The fae creature 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 occupation, 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 short dark gullible doll, leafy leggings, and a light putting green blouse that was practically transparent. She wore no shoes.

I got up off of the sofa 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 doorway closed.

Then the doorway opened again and I froze. Demie 's puckish grin, an amalgam of hers and my ex-girlfriend Laura 's, looked back at me. `` Be make 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 evacuate condo for a week now, and was bored out of her tree. She was watching TV when she heard the front door exposed and finish. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

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

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

The slim adult female looked at her bridge player but did n't offer hers. `` Are ye a virgin, child ? ``

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

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

Anya nodded back. Turning back to Siobhan, she said, `` I do total from elsewhere, a solid ground where ye will want for zippo, child ... ''

The missy cut her off, her expression flushed so her freckle were quite visible. 'Child ?'`` My figure is Siobhan, '' she said.

Anya smiled. `` Ye are from the land of Eire ? ``

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

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

Then the three of them spoke for a time, of conjuration and legends, of true figure and faux. An offer was made, one that had not been uttered in hundreds of years. There were more interrogative sentence asked and answered, and finally all political party were satisfied.

Anya stood and moved her hands in rarify gestures, muttering words that seemed to cut through the air. A jam of darkness opened in the midriff of the apartment 's living room.

'' Go through, '' Anya said to the miss, `` My attendants will answer ye as does beseem royal house. ``

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

A moment later something came back through the portal from the early 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 creature with Siobhan 's case and body as it waited for its mistress'commands.

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

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her nursing home. Watching from outside, the brace saw through the front end windowpane as her female parent hugged what she thought was her daughter with joy. As the fairy tale pair walked away from the sign they paused as they heard the stepfather start to yell.

They heard the strait of a smack, followed by an unearthly shriek, and then a man 's scream of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be quick for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty surely what she meant, so I got the vent vape ready, queued up some more mode music, and put the rest of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the sheets on the bed and had a exhibitioner. I almost put on some cologne before realizing that such an artificial olfactory property would probably turn off a lifelike creature like Anya.

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

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this time for info on fairy creatures. There was a lot of conflicting selective information online, plus all that shite from that Lost young woman appearance. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could have been Tinkerbell with a growing enchantment 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 temper music, turned down the lighter, and then sat back down on the couch, watching the doorway. A span of minutes later they walked in.

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

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

Both char kept her dress on as I poured the whiskey and got the vape bag ready. As I did so I could experience 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 biz I play, and the show and movies I like, though I think almost of it must get seemed like I was speaking another linguistic process to a non-technical creature like her. I think she just liked the phone of my voice.

Then I had a cleaning lady on either side of me, both with their hands on my thighs. Both fair sex oozed sexuality, though each in their own different way. Demie was raw and rough, but Anya was soft and sweet.

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

Demie unmake my fly and fished out my punishing cock. She began to whop me off and I moved my custody to Anya 's chest, massaging her diminished titty through her short-lived blouse. Her apparel disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

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

I slipped down further to taste Anya 's pussy. Her bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the demon 's, it was an gross green. As I licked at her tabu lips I could reek flowers. As I dipped my tongue 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 squat over my human face as I felt Demie 's scalding pussycat surround my peter. She was back in ogre physique now.

I used two finger to come home Anya 's puss as I licked her clit. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her inside squeeze my digit as she softly moaned and came.

I do n't know how I had n't blown my load into Demie 's furnace of fornication yet, but the women swapped positions and then I was eating my demon 's spicy fumble. Then it felt like a plumage pillow was wrapped around my putz as Anya mounted me.

These two womanhood were definitely icy opposites when it came to sex. Anya 's inside were strong but not hot, and almost tickled my pecker as she rode me, as opposed to Demie 's demanding depths.

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

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

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

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

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

I perked my spike 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 offspring as I was. ``

'Aw ...'I thought, dejected.

'' ... but if his seminal fluid be warm 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 tyke over the millennium. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do miss the feeling of new life blossoming within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in purchase order to gaze at that tight body as I made love to it. Her hands moved to massage her belittled, pert boob, and then down to caress her monotone stomach. Her eyes 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 spark in her Friend as well.

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

I was thrusting into her difficult and fast now.

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

I could feel it coming, spurred on by this sexy impregnation talk and the feeling of Demie 's tail assembly necking my butthole.

'' Ye are so deep ! Yes ! Fill me with life ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterfly around my cock again, but this clock time they were exigent, 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 best to impregnate the god beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a moment, 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 tail whipping back and Forth as she buried her face into Anya 's cooch.

'' Aahh ! Demie ! What do ye -- ? ! Oh -- OHHH ! '' Anya arched her spinal column, her mouth open in pleasure as Demie licked her pussy.

Within 30 second Anya was cumming again, shaking in pleasure. When she recovered she caressed Demie 's side with her manus. `` I will forgive the trespass, as that was ... what is the terminal figure ? Hot ? ``

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

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my rejuvenated prick 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 swimmers to feature the scoop chance, so I took my spit and fight your cum as deep interior her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her tongue extended like a snake, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

holy tinker's damn ! The idea that Demie had pushed my little soldiers all the way into Anya 's uterus set me off again. `` Uhh ! Fuck ! ``

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

After I had stopped shaking I rolled off of Demie and lay back on my pillow. She put her head into the bend of my berm, her hand playacting with my chest hair.

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

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

Demie gave a little smile. `` Only about 40 years. 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 stake in her `` byplay ''. Instead I asked, `` So is she important ? She acted like she was royalty or something. ``

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

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

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

I thought about it. That playing period had some fairies, Martin Luther King Oberon and poof ... 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 room access demanding satisfaction ? ``

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

To be continued ...