This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In real liveliness, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dip his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 6 - A Midsummer Night 's Scream ( MFF, MF, bi, gyp, conjuration, oral exam, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

Siobhan barreled out of the house, leaving the front door outdoors. She held her arm where her stepdad had yanked on it. That had hurt !

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

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

Siobhan turned to see a beautiful ma'am in a half-top, jeans and sandals leaning on the fence future to her. Where had she come from ? And ...

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

The woman held out her hand. `` semen with me. ``

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

The woman 's gold eyes seemed to glow faintly as she looked down at the young woman. `` Do n't concern, he has an appointment with my people in a few years. Lung genus Cancer 's a particularly nasty way to go ; decelerate and painful. ``

Siobhan knew who the char was referring to, and she felt satisfied. Oklahoman would have been better, but ...

She took Demie 's deal. `` 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 admirer Hepzibah the previous night. She did this sometimes. I did n't roll in the hay what she did or where she went, and was frankly too afraid to ask. If she wanted privacy or had another post to live on the incline, that was perfectly mulct by me.

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

There was a sound from the chamber. I lightly placed my keys into the entryway bowl as the straw man 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 magnanimous knife. I kept as tranquilize as I could as I approached the bedroom again.

As I looked into the way I could see that it was well lit from the sunlight angling through the window but there was a sort of -- - miasma was the comfortably Book for it -- a whirlpool wickedness that pulled in the light, making it difficult to see.

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

I knew enough from my sentence with Demie that a elementary tongue would take a leak no difference here. I tossed it out of the room.

'' Sorry ! '' I said, holding my hands out to indicate I was no longer armed. `` I did n't cognise who was here. Are you a Quaker of Demie 's ? ``

The darkness coalesced into a slenderize female bod. If her elfin lineament were n't enough for me to separate what I was looking at, her indicate ears were, framing longsighted yellow-green whisker. And she was naked. It must have been cold in the room, as her auricle were n't the only things that were pointed.

I quickly looked away, but then I realized that if she had cared about her nakedness she would get arrived with clothes on. I looked at her again, but tried to focalise on her eyes. They were heavy, and very greens, and they had an assess smell as they beheld me.

'' Ye are not the one I have come for, man. Where be the one ye song Demie ? '' the cleaning woman asked.

'' Er, well, I actually have n't seen her since yesterday. She comes and goes. You 're welcome to waitress. Can I ... offer you something to drink ? '' She had entered my home uninvited, but I was n't going to be rude.

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

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

I actually did. Monday had given me a bottle of scotch for Christmas Day last year. I had never developed a predilection for it, but kept it around in case I had fellowship ... and I was happy that I had !

'' Come in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedroom. It gave me another fortune at an eyeful of her slim desolation. Small, compendious, definitely fit ... not a blemish on her creamy pelt. Despite her unknown looking at she was gorgeous.

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

The char took the field glass, sniffed the depicted object, and then threw it back, gulping the whole thing in one go. That had been half a glass !

As she wiped her mouth and held the looking glass out again, she said, `` visit me ... Anya. I am pleased to make yer acquaintance, Tom. '' That appraising look again.

I filled her trash this fourth dimension, and then we moved back out to the living room. We sat on the sofa, though by the way she sat down it might hold been a stool. The shock did n't even arrive at an indentation where she sat ... did she press cipher ?

Anya sipped her drunkenness now, savoring the flavour. `` I do omit this, '' she said. `` One of the only affair from the olde Earth that I do. ``

I did n't have sex 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 feeling of wildflower again. She asked, `` Do ye determine me comely, Tom ? ``

I allowed my eyes to tramp across her trimness dead body, and then back to her face. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty field glass down on the coffee bean 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 back talk tasted of honey and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed snuggling. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two weeks now, but one buss from her would make me dead ! Anya was a good kisser -- like, really good. Her unattackable lips 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 dismount, practically weightless !

'' Um ... '' I said again, breaking the kiss. `` take care ... I 'm flattered, really ... but we just met and you were looking for Demie, right ? ``

I did n't fuck why I was saying no to this sexy fauna. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demon did n't have committed family relationship. Was it because Anya was so different ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full demon mode, complete with hooves, trumpet and butt. This elvish woman was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no reason for me to turn her down.

And yet I was doing it. My hammer had gotten hard from the tender queer fauna rubbing her pile on it through my denim, but I was not going to have sex with Anya, I told myself.

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

'' Making yourself comfortable ? '' Demie asked, tilting her top dog as she looked at us, though I did n't roll in the hay if she meant Anya or me.

'' Um, um, '' I stammered, trying to crane my neck opening over Anya 's shoulder joint at my hellish girl. The fae puppet was n't moving -- well, was n't moving off of my lap, anyway -- her crotch had n't stopped moving.

Demie smirked and I relaxed. `` We have business, Anya, '' she said to our amatory guest.

The elf sighed. `` Aye, '' she said resignedly, and got off of me.

Suddenly Anya was clad in a short dark honey oil skirt, leafy leg covering, and a unhorse green blouse that was practically see-through. She wore no shoes.

I got up off of the sofa to see them out the doorway. Anya had whispered something in Demie 's ear that I could n't work out and Demie said, `` Really ? ``

They left me there, confused, and I sighed as the door closed.

Then the door opened again and I froze. Demie 's impish grin, an amalgam of hers and my ex-girlfriend Laura 's, looked back at me. `` Be ready for us when we get back, '' she said, licking her rim. And then the threshold closed again.

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Siobhan had been waiting in an vacate condo for a workweek now, and was bored out of her tree diagram. She was watching TV when she heard the front doorway give and close. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

Sure enough, Demie came around the nook a moment later, and somebody else was with her, a beautiful slim char with greenish-blonde hair.

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

The slim down woman looked at her hand but did n't extend hers. `` Are ye a Virgin, tiddler ? ``

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

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

Anya nodded back. Turning back to Siobhan, she said, `` I do derive from elsewhere, a commonwealth where ye will desire for nothing, fry ... ''

The girl cut her off, her face flushed so her freckles were quite seeable. 'Child ?'`` My name is Siobhan, '' she said.

Anya smiled. `` Ye are from the soil of Republic of Ireland ? ``

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

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

Then the three of them spoke for a metre, of conjuring trick and legends, of reliable figure and fictive. An offering was made, one that had not been uttered in 100 of years. There were more interrogation asked and answered, and finally all parties were satisfied.

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

'' Go through, '' Anya said to the girl, `` My attendants will serve ye as does befit royalty. ``

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

A consequence later something came back through the portal vein 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 scurrilous prick, '' Demie said, eyeing the creature with Siobhan 's font and torso as it waited for its mistress'commands.

Anya smiled. `` I hope he do like pain then. Changelings do not survive long, but they will not accept mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her rest home. Watching from outside, the pair saw through the front window as her mother hugged what she thought was her daughter with joy. As the fairytale couplet walked away from the household they paused as they heard the stepfather start to yell.

They heard the sound of a slap, followed by an unearthly shrieking, and then a man 's screeching of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be ready for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty sure what she meant, so I got the vent vape ready, queued up some more climate music, and put the rest of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the canvas on the bed and had a shower. I almost put on some Koln before realizing that such an contrived scent would probably turn off a natural creature like Anya.

And then I waited ... and waited. I felt like a crisscross between an expectant groom and a dear 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 info online, plus all that horseshit from that Lost lady friend appearance. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could sustain been Tinkerbell with a ontogeny spell 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 mood euphony, turned down the lights, and then sat back down on the couch, watching the door. A couple of minutes later they walked in.

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

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

Both women kept her clothes on as I poured the whisky and got the vape bag ready. As I did so I could feel their centre on me. Yes, definitely feeling like the lamb, not the groom.

We toked, we drank, I told Anya about my job, the video game I play, and the appearance and movies I like, though I think most of it must have seemed like I was speaking another language to a non-technical wight like her. I think she just liked the auditory sensation of my voice.

Then I had a woman on either side of me, both with their workforce on my thighs. Both char oozed sexuality, though each in their own different way. Demie was raw and approximate, but Anya was easy and sweet.

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

Demie undid my fly and fished out my severely pecker. She began to whop me off and I moved my custody to Anya 's bureau, massaging her smaller breasts through her fugacious blouse. Her wearing apparel disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my mouth to Anya 's neck, making her pant. My weaponry slipped lower, caressing her pelvic girdle. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's mouth environment my stopcock. So hot !

I slipped down further to taste Anya 's pussy. Her George Bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the demon 's, it was an earthy green. As I licked at her extinct sass I could smell flowers. As I dipped my tongue inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya sigh. Suddenly my rose hip 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 case as I felt Demie 's scalding twat environment my dick. She was back in ogre grade now.

I used two finger to penetrate Anya 's puss as I licked her button. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her insides squeeze my finger's breadth 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 woman swapped positions and then I was eating my demon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a feather pillow was wrapped around my cock as Anya mounted me.

These two womanhood were definitely polar opposites when it came to sex. Anya 's insides were warm but not hot, and almost tickled my cock as she rode me, as opposed to Demie 's demanding depths.

My relief 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 well. Anya 's insides were n't really tickling me, but it felt very pleasant, like a feather massage. I 'm not really a poet ... it felt awesome, okay ?

Demie got up and Anya lay back as we switched to the missioner office. Demie got behind me and I could finger the end of her fundament tapping near my anus. Oh no, not again !

It seemed she was just teasing me this clock time, though, and her prat rubbed along the outside of my whoreson as I fucked this slim, sexy sylph.

Then Demie spoke up : `` Hey, Anya, Tom 's spermatozoan 's pretty potent. You think he might have a opportunity to strike hard you up ? ``

I perked my ear up at that. This was potential ?

'' Mmm, '' Anya sighed as I thrust into her. `` C have passed since such a thing has happened ... ohh ... I be not as young as I was. ``

'Aw ...'I thought, dejected.

'' ... but if his seed be hard 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 children over the millennia. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do miss the opinion of new life-time efflorescence within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in gild to gaze at that cockeyed torso as I made love to it. Her hands moved to knead her belittled, pert breasts, and then down to caress her flat stomach. Her eyes met mine as I looked back at her brass. She was so beautiful !

I bent down and kissed Anya passionately as I thrust harder into her possibly fertile body. Demie knew just what button to crowd to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some glint in her friend as well.

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

I was thrusting into her hard and tight now.

'' Mmm ... I do palpate yer manhood growing within me ... '' Her munition surrounded my thorax firmly as her breathing quickened.

I could feel it coming, spurred on by this sexy saturation talk and the impression of Demie 's arse caressing my butthole.

'' Ye are so deep ! Yes ! Fill me with life sentence ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterflies around my cock again, but this prison term they were insistent, 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 expert to impregnate the immortal beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a instant, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the other English of the couch. When my head stopped spinning I saw her o.k. ass pointed at me, her prat whipping back and Forth as she buried her face into Anya 's cooch.

'' Aahh ! Demie ! What do ye -- ? ! Oh -- OHHH ! '' Anya arched her back, her mouthpiece candid in delight as Demie licked her pussy.

Within 30 seconds Anya was cumming again, shaking in joy. When she recovered she caressed Demie 's face with her hand. `` I will forgive the intrusion, as that was ... what is the term ? Hot ? ``

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

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my restore cock 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 heart. `` Know what I did after you shot her full of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your natator to have the upright chance, so I took my tongue and pushed your cum as deep inside her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her tongue extended like a snake, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

Holy shit ! The idea that Demie had pushed my footling soldiers all the way into Anya 's womb set me off again. `` Uhh ! Fuck ! ``

'' Yeeessss ... '' Demie hissed as she felt my cum splash 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 shoulder, her paw playing with my thorax hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any form of `` pillow talking, '' unless you count me screaming due to her murdering someone or screw with my nightmare 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 `` line of work ''. Instead I asked, `` So is she important ? She acted like she was royalty or something. ``

Demie got up on one human elbow to look at me quizzically. `` You really do n't know ? What do they teach you Kyd in shoal these daylight, dummy ? ``

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

'' No Shakespeare ? June 21 Night 's dream ? '' Demie got up off of the bed and admired her variety in my mirror.

I thought about it. That gambling had some fairies, B. B. King Oberon and Queen ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' Titania ? ``

'' beano ! '' Demie said, heading toward the door.

My head was swimming. `` Uhm ... so am I gon na get Oberon knocking on my door demanding satisfaction ? ``

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

To be continued ...