This is a fib of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life-time, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable infant, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the changeling who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I pipe dream of Demie 13 - dejeuner ( MF, cons, unwritten )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Once Kate had recovered from her anal retentive orgasm she went right back to trying to get me to fuck her vaginally, thinking that she was actually in love with me due to her backfired sexual love potion. I told her that I was totally cummed out, which was true. She wanted to quell and cuddle but I told her I had to go grocery store shopping, not to mention snap up some more weed.

I showered and went to Monday 's place.

'' Hey hey, Tommy ! '' Monday held the room access open for me to enroll. As I walked in I smelled pot, Monday 's B.O., and ...

'' Hepzibah ? '' I looked over at the couch, and certainly enough, there was the vixen in her thin, gaunt human camouflage, perched on the cushions like a wench. She must suffer 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 probability of catching whatever filth she might have. Speaking of which, Monday was looking rather pale. `` You okay, buddy ? '' I asked.

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

After some small talk of the town, 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 Quaker Dianna but after we vaped some of the new sess, she just wanted to jump my off-white. I did n't kvetch ... 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 one-time dame ... prissy tight kitty-cat, 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 succuba 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 buns as her collapsing magic portal cut her in half. `` Plus, this passion you 're feeling ? It 's only from your potion. ``

She took my hand. `` Is it so hard to mean that you 're suitable of beloved, Tom ? ``

I thought about it for a moment. My unharmed lifespan had turned into this eldritch gothic nightmare when I had set a homeless person on flack as a sacrifice to come up Demie from Hades ! She had then straight up murdered people, one of them right in presence of me, and I did n't do a darn thing about it ! I was n't a good person.

'' Yeah, '' I responded, `` I 'm a objet d'art of shit ! 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 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 other fuck. I fell asleep and never got any harder than a half-chub.

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I actually slept through most of Sunday. My log Z's schedule was out of whack so I showered, played some video games until daybreak, and then went into work.

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

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

'' Carrie 's hubby. She passed away a few days ago ... heart attempt, '' she replied sadly.

I felt like the priming was suddenly whisked out from under my foundation, 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 let 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 call, huh ? ``

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

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Detective Dianna Shepherd looked at the circuit card of missing somebody again, more frustrated than ever. A twosome more had been added just this calendar week, as seemingly random as the rest. No law of similarity, not even geographics, as they had all been from different contribution of the urban center. Male, female, young, old ; all over the stead !

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

She paused. Where had that thought cum from ? She had been tasked with finding these missing people, and a single kidnaper or group of kidnappers seemed likely, as this Ithiel Town had been relatively quiesce when it came to tearing offence for as long as she could remember.

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

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

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

She realized she was hungry. She looked at the clock : 11 AM, but she decided to head up out for an betimes dejeuner anyway.

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I had n't brought lunch to work with me so I headed out to the topical anesthetic sandwich shop, early to gravel the rush. Even so, there was mortal ahead of me in rail line. What the snake pit ? Her ? ! Dianna turned as I approached.

'' Oh, hey ! Tom, right ? little human beings ... You okay ? ``

I must have looked like a deer in the headlight as she scrutinized me. `` Ah ! Yeah ... yeah, I 'm fine, thanks, Dianna. '' I noticed she was wearing a business causa, which was a far cry from the leather skirt and sloshed top she had worn on Friday night. 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 cops did n't garment 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 problem with that. Demie brought habitation a nookie law detective ? !

As Dianna placed her ordination my head was swimming. This shop was n't anywhere near a police station ... why was she here ? Working a event, I guessed. Just random prospect ? This seemed like a heck of a co-occurrence ... it was n't even lunch yet and we were the sole two in here. Was she investigating me for the homeless person person 's murder, or Demie for all of her killings ?

No, that made no sense. Demie had given Dianna the whammy so the older lesbian had come to our home 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 food and then sat down, beckoning me with her capitulum when I looked so I 'd experience that she wanted me to join her. After I got my food I did just that, my beat racing. Could n't make it depend like I 'm trying to avoid 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 freshness and washed it down with Cherry Pepsi Cola. `` Uh, yeah, internet dating, y'know ... she just came over one day and made herself at home base. ``

'' So where 's she from ? ``

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

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

I shrugged.

She swigged some umber milk and then looked at me hesitantly. `` Um ... I 'll just derive right out and ask : do you know if she 's planning on seeing me again ? Fri night was ... indescribable. '' She got a faraway flavour on her face.

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

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

She looked disappointed as she finished her meal. `` Ah ... okeh ... well, she has my number ... '' She got up and tossed her food wrappings in the trash. I got up as well, which is what you 're supposed to do when a charwoman gets to her feet, right ? I had possibly impregnated this charwoman without her knowledge a few nights ago, and I had sex with Demie while the daemon was pretending to be Dianna as well, so I felt a kind of freakish familiarity with her. I did n't know what the fuck I was doing. This chance meeting went from awkward brat to just awkward.

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

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

She looked at her hired hand. `` Again ? Weather must be getting drier. Bye, Tom. '' And then she left.

Relieved and suddenly feeling tired, probably from the sudden letdown of Adrenalin, I sat back down to land up my luncheon. By the end of it I was make for a nap. I called in sick for the residual of the day and headed plate to do just that.

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Dianna felt full of free energy. What a totally random meetup, but she had n't even known why she had driven so far from the place to that item sandwich shop. There were restaurants closer to work, but for some intellect 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 dark-haired goddess saw in him.

She hoped Demie would text or call soon ...

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When I got home, Demie was there with our daughter, the preschooler 's damn nature field with her red cutis, barbed tail, and horns peeking out from her mass of frowzled Brown University hair.

'' pappa ! '' The pre-school demoness jumped into my coat of arms. I heard another `` pappa ! '' from the linen paper closet and a raven-haired minuscule young woman in a obscure clothes 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 bedroom and the flat shook. My girl let me go and looked fearfully in that direction.

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

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

Why could n't I recall the girls'figure, and who did I wake up ? The ignitor flickered as something spiritual world approached down the Charles Martin Hall from the bedroom. Boom. Boom. BOOM.

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

'' candy kiss me, '' I commanded, and Demie ...

'' Tom. ``

I started awake. Demie was there in my bed, wearing that Sami 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 battle ? '' She closed her centre and the chitinous shell dissolved into her now nude painting form. She pulled the covers off of my nakedness and licked her lips. `` I need you now, rivet. '' Then she took my rising cock into her oral fissure. She did n't metamorphose her teeth to human so I could palpate her fang lightly skimming my dig as she sucked me to full size. danger and excitement, so inextricably tied together. I tried to retrieve the dream but my brain was totally distracted by the unholy fellatio and soon it was gone altogether.

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

Strangely, after we were done she snuggled up into the twist of my arm, breathing heavily. `` This okeh ? '' she asked in a strangely flabby tone. I nodded. Definitely okay. Something stirred in my retention, something about a minuscule lady friend that looked like Demie ... ?

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

To be continued ...