This is a level of occasional, unprotected sex, and is a body of work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all sorting of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` plunge his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 23 - The Aftermath ( MF, illusion, mc, nc )

by Krosis of the Collective

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I floated in swarthiness, disembodied, bereft of myself.

Demie and I had been forced to kiss by the judgement control power of her comrade, eros, who had somehow been trapped in a Playstation 4 as the video plot Eroji.

Someone was screaming. I could n't hear it so much as feel it. Anger ... no, anguish. If I still had my heart, it would hurt to get a line this sound.

It was Demie ! I had never heard her like that before.

Then the screaming was over and I continued to swim. I felt cold-blooded. Was n't Hell hot ? Oh, no, I guess if John Milton was to be believed, certain circles of perdition were frozen. Which circle of Hell would I be going to, I wondered.

Then I was pulled somewhere ... no someONE. How could someone be a home ? Anyway, I was pulled there.

I gasped, air rushing back into my lungs. My body felt so frigidness ! I saw Demie 's face moving back ... had she been kissing me again ? The look on her face ... I 'd never seen her pertain before.

'' Oh, give thanks Satan ... '' she said. `` I did n't know if that would turn. ``

Then I lost consciousness.

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I was laying in bed, and someone was riding my tool. It was dark so it was severe to tell apart who it was. I leaned forward to grasp smaller breasts with tiny mamilla. They seemed fellow ...

My buff leaned forward and I could see the rest of her slim form, as well as her red hair. Jessi ? She had been the first woman Demie had brought plate to share, what seemed so long ago, and ...

'' Are you gon na cum inside me, Tom ? '' she asked. `` I 'm fecund right now, just like Demie told you ... ''

hold, I wanted to say, but I could n't fix a sound. I saw a iniquity, womanly condition come up behind the slim redhead. Demie ! No !

Demie turned Jessi 's headland toward her and kissed her. I felt Jessi 's dying sexual climax clamp down on my cock ...

And then I was in a washroom, standing and sawing my cock into a blonde woman 's pussy as she bent over the sink. I looked into the mirror and saw Carrie 's aspect looking back at me with luxuria. I had worked with Carrie until ...

The washroom door opened and Demie stepped in. I wanted to shout out, to break the demoness, but I could only extend to love Carrie 's pussy. Demie bent down to Carrie 's grimace and kissed her. Once again, my dying lover 's pussy clamped down on my cock.

And then I was fucking the sybaritic, brown-haired Mrs. Chesler, the mother of the hag Kate 's current body, on a bed in the hospital. I was getting close. Demie had told me I had knocked up the older woman, and that the monster had ...

The pall that hid us from mint was pushed to the incline. Demie was there, dressed like a nanny, though not in scrubs like a material nurse, but one from a pornography flick, with a tight, shortly white apparel, white stockings, pumps, and a white hat with a red cross on it.

'' What is going on here ? '' she demanded.

'' Demie ... '' I managed to get out. I was going to cum ...

'' What a naughty woman you are, getting your advanced womb filled up with my beau 's sperm, Mrs. Chesler. I think it 's time for your medicine. ``

'' ... no ... '' I whispered. I could n't lay off poking. So close ...

Demie bent down and kissed the former woman. As Mrs. Chesler 's vaginal muscles tensed up in an extreme, concluding orgasm, my balls finally gave up and I blasted her fertile interior. My boys would never give a fortune to reach her egg this time.

Then Demie and I were there in front end of Eroji, her buddy concupiscence in TV game form. 'Kiss the musician to your leftfield for 30 indorsement'showed on filmdom. Demie and I turned to each former, and instead of fear I felt lightness that I was finally going to kiss my lover. Our lips came together and then I woke up.

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I was in a motel elbow room. They pretty much all look the same, but I was reasonably certain that it was the Same motel that we had visited the day before, just a unlike room.

I sat up, but my pounding psyche immediately made me regret that. I slumped back. `` What ... happened ? '' I groaned.

Demie stepped forward and held up two half of a Blu-ray disk that had been snapped apart. `` Got him. ``

'' Oh shit ! Nice one. But ... how ? ``

She sat down next to me on the bed. `` He made us kiss, and I took your soul. Normally I would have had to go back to Hell with you in tow, only ... something else happened ... I ... ``

She looked confused, almost vulnerable. I took her deal. She squeezed it and took a breathing time. `` You know I eat life history force -- individual -- killing masses to need theirs. All of a sudden I was filled with power ... your soul ... and I was able-bodied to contend off Eros'control. Then I smashed him. '' She dropped the pieces of the broken DVD on the side table.

She turned to me. `` I do n't do it why your soul did n't go straight to the pits, but I could feel you ... still inside me ... and I thought that if I kissed you -- your body -- again, maybe ... anyway, somehow I was able-bodied to return your soul to your trunk. ``

I do n't make out why, but I knew what Demie needed. I pulled her down to me and hugged her.

'' Oh, Tom ! I thought I 'd lost you ... I ... why ... why am I crying ? ``

I pulled back to look at her. Sure enough, wet tears were streaming down her typeface. One drop touched my backtalk and I tasted saltiness, not the spiced rum sapidity that normally exuded from her body.

'' What is happening ? '' she cried.

After holding Demie for a while, she calmed down and I called the motel office asking if they 'd seen Kate. I did n't know why she had disappeared when physical attraction did ... whatever the blaze he had done ... but if she was n't at Eros'house then this was the next logical place. They had n't seen her.

I managed to get back up on my feet, a little shaky, and went out to agree the Chevelle. Oh right, it had disappeared at the same time Kate did, so it was n't in the parking lot. I shivered ... when had it go so frigidity ? The sky looked like it might snow, but it was almost summer !

Then something Eros had said echoed in my mind : `` Stupid crone and wizards, stuck in their cubic cerebration. ``

Oh shit ...

I pulled out my earpiece and checked the date.

Nine months had passed.

I took a here and now. Hell, I took several. Thankfully my prison cell phone posting was tied into my credit card, so it was still working. I called Monday.

'' Where the shtup you been, Tommy ? '' Monday sounded pissed. `` You up and go out months ago, saying you 'd be back in a few days. ``

He already knew about all this crazy magic shit, so I told him the truth.

'' Hoooly shit Tommy ! Do n't you have just the craziest life story ! '' I heard him take in on a doob, hold it, and then breathe out.

Then I realized that if it had been nine months ... '' Monday, what about Zee and the egg ? '' He had impregnated the harpie Hepzibah -- Zee -- and she had laid an egg just before we left.

'' Fuck ... I woke up one day and she tore outta here. The egg had hatched and I never saw her again ... never even saw what came outta that egg, either. I miss her, man. ``

'' I 'm sad, Monday. I 'll see you soon, buddy, O.K. ? ``

'' Lookin'forward to it, Tommy ! '' Then we hung up.

Nine calendar month ... oh shit, I realized that my flat, its rent unpaid, would have been rented out by now ; I had no plate to go back to ! Probably no job either. What else ... what else ... there was something ...

Dianna.

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detective Dianna Shepherd, now on maternity leave, carried her new babe Seth into her apartment. The boy had been remarkably leisurely to have, the sentence from her water breaking to legal transfer being only two minute. She had n't even had to crowd all that much ; it was like Seth had practically slithered out from inside her.

When she was youthful, her own mother had regaled her with tales of hours and hours of prenatal torture, waiting for baby Dianna to finally descend to adorn the world with her presence. If she had still been in inter-group communication with her mother, she would have had to brag, but that human relationship had ended years ago, when Dianna had come out as a lesbian to her stanchly Catholic parents. She did n't miss them.

As she put the baby into the new bassinet, a discharge snapped between her finger and the nestling. She gasped, expecting him to cry out from pain or surprise, but he just cooed.

The Weird sparking had followed her through her intact gestation. She thought it was just something unusual about her pregnant biorhythms, but it seemed the bizarre phenomenon continued even after birth.

Suddenly she felt very tired. Seth seemed very well in his little bed, so Dianna flopped down on hers for a nap.

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Kate did n't suffer a phone so I could n't send for her, and when I called my building manager he confirmed that my flat had indeed been rented out. My stuff was in depot, though, so I could beak it up after paying a fee.

I thought about calling employment, but I had no way of explaining a nine month absence. Best not to even try.

I thought about my stuff and nonsense in storage and had an idea. I googled the local impound yard, and when I called them, sure enough, the Chevelle had been towed there. We called a taxi.

Demie paid the impound fee in cash and I popped the trunk. The portal vein was back ! I shoved my fount in. `` KATE ! ``

'' Tom ! ``

I heard her from one of the suite branching off from the lab. She did n't come to me so I clambered in through the portal. `` Kate ? ``

'' In ... here ... '' I heard her groan and gasp from her bedroom. What was going on ?

As I went in, I saw her getting to her substructure from the bed, except with great difficulty. She was ...

... she was fraught ! Like fix to make birth pregnant !

To be continued ...