This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In real animation, use a rubber, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I ambition of Demie 13 - Lunch ( MF, flimflam, oral )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Once Kate had recovered from her anal orgasm she went right back to trying to get me to love 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 reliable. She wanted to stay on and draw close but I told her I had to go foodstuff shopping, not to mention grab some more weed.

I showered and went to Mon 's place.

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

'' Hepzibah ? '' I looked over at the couch, and trusted enough, there was the harpy in her thin, gaunt human disguise, perched on the cushions like a shuttlecock. She must bear 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 filth she might cause. speech production of which, Monday was looking kind of picket. `` You okay, buddy ? '' I asked.

'' Sure, Tommy ! Never better. '' He plopped himself down next to Hepzibah as she toked, and then they pressed their sassing together. She was blowing the smoke into his mouth as they kissed. I tried not to retch.

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

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When I got back dwelling, Demie was there. I wanted to spill about what we had done with her new friend Dianna but after we vaped some of the new dope, she just wanted to climb up my off-white. I did n't plain ... she even morphed into Dianna midway through the sex, which was kinda Wyrd because the blonde was a tribade. Still, she was pretty hot for an older chick ... nice stringent pussy, too.

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

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

She took my handwriting. `` Is it so difficult to think that you 're worthy of beloved, Tom ? ``

I thought about it for a import. My totally lifetime had turned into this uncanny Gothic architecture nightmare when I had set a homeless person on firing as a forfeit to summon Demie from hellhole ! She had then straight up murdered the great unwashed, one of them right in front of me, and I did n't do a hoot thing about it ! I was n't a good person.

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

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

'' I do n't care, '' 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 cock but Demie had drained a lot of energy from me during our sooner fuck. I fell asleep and never got any laborious than a half-chub.

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I actually slept through most of Billy Sunday. My sleep agenda was out of whack so I showered, played some video secret plan until morning, and then went into work.

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

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

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

I felt like the priming was suddenly whisked out from under my feet, like a magician 's tablecloth, except a really bad magician, as I promptly fell on my ass.

'' Ow ! Fuck ... '' 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 birth knocked her up ,'is what I did n't say.

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

'' Yeah ... '' She seemed slaked with that, and headed back to her desk. I put my name on the wit but could n't spell anything more. What could I say ? Sorry I fucked your suddenly married woman ?

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Detective Dianna Shepherd looked at the board of missing persons again, more thwart than ever. A couple more had been added just this workweek, as seemingly random as the relief. No similarity, not even geographics, as they had all been from different parts of the city. Male, female, young, old ; all over the place !

'Almost as if someone was trying to conceal what they were doing ...'

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

Violent ? Surely individual would hold 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 notion at the back of her intellect, like someone whispering to her, but not actually with words.

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

She realized she was thirsty. 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 lunch to make for with me so I headed out to the topical anaesthetic sandwich shop class, early to circumvent the charge. Even so, there was someone ahead of me in line. What the hell ? Her ? ! Dianna turned as I approached.

'' Oh, hey ! Tom, right ? low globe ... You okay ? ``

I must have looked like a deer in the headlamp as she scrutinized me. `` Ah ! Yeah ... yeah, I 'm fine, thanks, Dianna. '' I noticed she was wearing a business suit, which was a far cry from the leather skirt and tight top she had worn on Friday Night. I recalled that when I had asked if she was a cop she had said, `` Not this evening. '' But I also knew from Brooklyn Nine-Nine that cops 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 attention was diverted. I had no trouble with that. Demie brought home a have intercourse police detective ? !

As Dianna placed her club my idea was swimming. This shop was n't anywhere near a constabulary place ... why was she here ? Working a display case, I guessed. Just random chance ? This seemed like a heck of a conjunction ... it was n't even lunch yet and we were the only two in here. Was she investigating me for the homeless person 's murder, or Demie for all of her putting to death ?

No, that made no signified. Demie had given Dianna the curse so the former tribade had come to our abode for sex, and she had been dressed for a night out. She had also arrived at the sandwich shop class before me. As unrealistic as it seemed, this had to just be a coincidence.

Dianna paid for her intellectual nourishment and then sat down, beckoning me with her caput when I looked so I 'd cognize that she wanted me to join her. After I got my food I did just that, my pulse racing. Could n't throw it reckon like I 'm trying to avoid her, right ? Innocent people do n't do that.

In between raciness 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 insolence and washed it down with cherry red Pepsi. `` Uh, yeah, internet geological dating, y'know ... she just came over one day and made herself at domicile. ``

'' So where 's she from ? ``

'' Down ... um, down Confederate States ... not sure exactly where. She does n't talk about it. ``

She considered for a mo. `` Huh ... accent 's not Southern. Ca n't be from too far South, or maybe she did n't always survive down there ? ``

I shrugged.

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

I reevaluated my predicament. Nope, we were n't being investigated ... this charwoman was just hooked on Demie something awful. I kind of felt sorry for her. Did n't hold back me from sneaking a flavour at her breast 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 experience anything else to say, so I took another insect bite of sandwich.

She looked disappointed as she finished her meal. `` Ah ... okay ... well, she has my number ... '' She got up and tossed her intellectual nourishment wrappings in the wish-wash. I got up as well, which is what you 're supposed to do when a cleaning woman gets to her understructure, 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 kind of flakey closeness with her. I did n't fuck what the fuck I was doing. This chance meeting went from uneasy terror to just awkward.

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

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

She looked at her hand. `` Again ? conditions must be getting drying agent. Bye, Tom. '' And then she left.

Relieved and suddenly feeling tired, probably from the sudden letdown of adrenaline, I sat back down to finish my lunch. By the end of it I was ready for a nap. I called in sick for the residuum of the day and headed menage to do just that.

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Dianna felt replete 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 particular sandwich shop. There were restaurant closer to work, but for some ground she had just kept driving until she arrived at that one.

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

She hoped Demie would text or ring soon ...

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When I got home, Demie was there with our daughter, the preschooler 's damned nature knit with her red tegument, barbed tail, and automobile horn peeking out from her mass of tousle brown hair.

'' pa ! '' The pre-school demoness jumped into my subdivision. I heard another `` Daddy ! '' from the linen W.C. and a raven-haired little girlfriend in a dark dress flew out of it on a low 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 bedroom and the flat shook. My daughters let me go and looked fearfully in that direction.

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

'' Yes, you should n't have woken him up, pop, '' said the little witch.

Why could n't I commemorate the girls'names, and who did I ignite up ? The lights flickered as something unseen approached down the hall from the bedroom. Boom. gold rush. BOOM.

The lights went out. I turned. Suddenly I was on a cliff, looking out over a blackened, ruined landscape ... Demie was there in black armour ... thunder in the distance ... he was approaching ... he ? He who ... ?

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

'' Tom. ``

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

She sat back and looked down at her outfit, likewise confused. `` Why am I geared for struggle ? '' She closed her heart and the chitinous shell dissolved into her now nude form. She pulled the covers off of my nakedness and licked her sass. `` I need you now, stud. '' Then she took my rising shaft into her mouth. She did n't transform her tooth to human so I could feel her Fang lightly skimming my shaft as she sucked me to full size. danger and agitation, so inextricably tied together. I tried to remember the aspiration but my intellect was totally distracted by the infernal fellatio and soon it was gone altogether.

Once I was fully rear, Demie jumped on top and tantalise me like a crazy woman, cumming quickly. I did n't last long after that but she did n't seem to mind. Her almost uncomfortably hot interior sucked up my seeded player and I was spent again.

Strangely, after we were done she snuggled up into the shepherd's crook of my arm, breathing heavily. `` This okay ? '' she asked in a strangely soft flavor. I nodded. Definitely hunky-dory. Something stirred in my memory, something about a slight little girl that looked like Demie ... ?

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

To be continued ...