This is a report of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a rubber, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dunk his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I ambition of Demie 6 - A midsummer Nox 's screeching ( MFF, MF, bi, bunco game, illusion, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The woman 's amber middle seemed to glow faintly as she looked down at the missy. `` Do n't worry, he has an assignment with my people in a few class. Lung cancer 's a particularly nasty way to go ; slow up and painful. ``

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

She took Demie 's hand. `` Where are we going ? ``

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Today ...

Midweek evening rolled around and Demie had n't come home after going off with her friend Hepzibah the previous 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 privacy or had another spot to live on the side, that was perfectly fine by me.

Or ... did she have another devotee ? Was that jealousy I was feeling just then ? It certainly felt like it. But green-eyed monster meant ...

There was a phone from the bedroom. I lightly placed my Key into the entryway bowl as the front door 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 big knife. I kept as quiet as I could as I approached the bedroom again.

As I looked into the room I could see that it was well lit from the sunlight angling through the window but there was a form of -- - miasm was the dependable word for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the igniter, making it difficult to see.

A voice sounded, `` Is it cold branding iron ye be seeking to use on me, deadly man ? '' It was a cleaning lady 's voice, though I could n't secern if she was Lester Willis Young or old.

I knew enough from my sentence with Demie that a uncomplicated knife would pee-pee no departure here. I tossed it out of the room.

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

The darkness coalesced into a slim female bod. If her elfin features were n't enough for me to secernate what I was looking at, her pointed spike were, framing long yellow-green whisker. And she was naked. It must take in been cold in the room, as her ears were n't the alone matter that were pointed.

I quickly looked away, but then I realized that if she had cared about her nudity she would have arrived with apparel on. I looked at her again, but tried to pore on her eye. They were large, and very green, and they had an appraising looking at as they beheld me.

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

'' Er, well, I actually have n't seen her since yesterday. She comes and goes. You 're receive to hold back. Can I ... offer you something to salute ? '' She had entered my house uninvited, but I was n't going to be rude.

The elf-like woman approached me and then stopped, her body disturbingly close to mine as she peered into my eyes. She was unretentive than me, but I felt small in comparison, however that worked. I did n't recoil, though, meeting her piercing regard. 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 malt whiskey for Yuletide lowest 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 !

'' seed in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedroom. It gave me another chance at an eyeful of her slim nakedness. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a blemish on her creamy skin. Despite her unknown looks she was gorgeous.

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

The woman took the drinking glass, sniffed the contents, and then threw it back, gulping the unhurt affair in one go. That had been half a meth !

As she wiped her mouth and held the shabu out again, she said, `` Call me ... Anya. I am delight to make yer acquaintance, Tom. '' That appraising await again.

I filled her glass this time, and then we moved back out to the life room. We sat on the couch, though by the way she sat down it might ingest been a potty. The cushion did n't even make an indentation where she sat ... did she librate nothing ?

Anya sipped her swallow now, savoring the tone. `` I do miss this, '' she said. `` One of the only matter from the olde public that I do. ``

I did n't know if I should say anything, so I did n't. I put on some comfort euphony, though, and then returned to the couch.

As I sat I realized that Anya had moved closer. That syncope smell of wild flower again. She asked, `` Do ye incur me comely, Tom ? ``

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

She put the now-empty glass down on the java board. `` 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 lips tasted of honey and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two week now, but one kiss from her would take a leak me dead ! Anya was a good kisser -- like, really soundly. Her warm back talk caressed mine, nibbling, sucking, and then switching to deep tonguing. This was unbelievable !

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. `` see ... I 'm flattered, really ... but we just met and you were looking for Demie, right ? ``

I did n't know why I was saying no to this aphrodisiacal wight. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demons did n't have committed relationships. Was it because Anya was so different ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full ogre way, accomplished with hooves, car horn and tail. This elfin fair sex was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no grounds for me to turn her down.

And yet I was doing it. My tool had gotten hard from the warm fairy fauna rubbing her cumulus on it through my jeans, but I was not going to have sex with Anya, I told myself.

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

'' Making yourself comfortable ? '' Demie asked, tilting her head 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 shoulder at my hellish girlfriend. The fae creature was n't moving -- well, was n't moving off of my lap, anyway -- her fork had n't stopped moving.

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

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

Suddenly Anya was clad in a short iniquity green bird, leafy leg covering, and a light green blouse that was practically see-through. 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 room access closed.

Then the door opened again and I froze. Demie 's impish smile, 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 lips. And then the door closed again.

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Siobhan had been waiting in an empty condo for a week now, and was bored out of her tree. She was watching TV when she heard the figurehead door open and come together. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

Sure enough, Demie came around the nook a here and now later, and someone 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 hired hand to the newcomer.

The slim charwoman looked at her hand but did n't declare oneself hers. `` Are ye a virgin, child ? ``

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 number from elsewhere, a realm where ye will want for nothing, kid ... ''

The girl cut her off, her font flushed so her freckle were quite visible. 'Child ?'`` My name is Siobhan, '' she said.

Anya smiled. `` Ye are from the realm of Ireland ? ``

'Eire ? Oh ...'`` Eire ? My gran was from there ... ''

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

Then the three of them spoke for a time, of magic and legends, of true names and simulated. An offer was made, one that had not been uttered in hundreds of years. There were more questions asked and answered, and finally all company were satisfied.

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

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

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

A moment later something came back through the portal from the other position. 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 boldness and torso as it waited for its mistress'commands.

Anya smiled. `` I hope he do like nuisance then. Changelings do not live long, but they will not assume mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her abode. Watching from outside, the pair saw through the social movement windowpane as her mother hugged what she thought was her daughter with joy. As the cock-and-bull story couple walked away from the family they paused as they heard the stepfather start to yell.

They heard the sound of a slap, followed by an uncanny scream, and then a man 's scream of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be ready for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty for sure what she meant, so I got the vent vape ready, queued up some more mood music, and put the relaxation of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the sheet on the bed and had a shower. I almost put on some cologne water before realizing that such an artificial scent would probably turn off a innate beast like Anya.

And then I waited ... and waited. I felt like a cross between an expectant groom 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 information online, plus all that shit from that doomed Girl display. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could have been Tinkerbell with a maturation while 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 humor music, turned down the visible light, and then sat back down on the lounge, watching the door. A twain 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 women kept her clothes on as I poured the whisky and got the vape bag set. As I did so I could feel their eyes on me. Yes, definitely feeling like the dear, not the groom.

We toked, we drank, I told Anya about my job, the television games I play, and the display and flick I like, though I think nigh of it must have seemed like I was speaking another language to a non-technical creature like her. I think she just liked the sound of my voice.

Then I had a woman on either face of me, both with their paw on my second joint. Both women oozed sexuality, though each in their own different way. Demie was raw and rough, but Anya was mild and sweet.

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

Demie undid my fly and fished out my hard hammer. She began to whop me off and I moved my hands to Anya 's chest, massaging her smaller breast through her ephemeral blouse. Her clothes disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my oral fissure to Anya 's neck, making her gasp. My weapons system slipped lower, caressing her hips. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's sass surroundings my rooster. So hot !

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

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya suspiration. Suddenly my pelvic girdle 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 hunker over my grimace as I felt Demie 's scalding pussy environment my gumshoe. She was back in daimon form now.

I used two finger's breadth to penetrate Anya 's pussy as I licked her clit. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her interior twinge my finger's breadth as she softly moaned and came.

I do n't know how I had n't blown my burden into Demie 's furnace of fornication yet, but the charwoman swapped military position and then I was eating my daimon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a feather pillow was wrapped around my cock as Anya mounted me.

These two women were definitely polar reverse when it came to sex. Anya 's interior were ardent but not hot, and almost tickled my cock as she rode me, as opposed to Demie 's demanding depths.

My ministrations yielded me some of Demie 's spice up rum flavored cum in my lip as she grunted. Anya also came, feeling like a swarm of butterfly caressing my penis.

I 'm not really describing this well. Anya 's inside 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 missional position. Demie got behind me and I could feel the end of her stern tapping near my anus. Oh no, not again !

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

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

I perked my ears up at that. This was possible ?

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

'Aw ...'I thought, dejected.

'' ... but if his seed be strong indeed ... mayhap. '' She thrust her hips up at me to emphasize that thought.

My mind boggled at the idea. I thrust harder into the timber creature.

Anya continued, `` I have borne many children over the millennia. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do miss the intuitive feeling of new life blossoming within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in order to gaze at that compressed consistency as I made sexual love to it. Her script moved to massage her small-scale, saucy chest, and then down to caress her flat stomach. Her oculus met mine as I looked back at her grimace. She was so beautiful !

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

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

I was thrusting into her hard and loyal now.

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

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

'' Ye are so mysterious ! Yes ! fill me with life history ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterfly stroke around my cock again, but this prison term they were clamant, 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 bang up the immortal beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a moment, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the other position of the couch. When my head stopped spinning I saw her fine ass pointed at me, her tail whipping back and Forth River as she buried her face into Anya 's cooch.

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

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

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

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my rejuvenated stopcock 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 broad of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your swimmers to have the best chance, so I took my tongue and bear on your cum as trench inside her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her spit extended like a snake in the grass, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

Holy turd ! The intellection that Demie had pushed my picayune soldiers all the way into Anya 's uterus 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 crook of my shoulder joint, her hand acting with my chest of drawers hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any sort of `` pillow talk of the town, '' unless you count me screaming due to her murdering someone or shag with my incubus with her telepathy.

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

Demie gave a short smile. `` Only about 40 eld. 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 involvement in her `` business ''. Instead I asked, `` So is she important ? She acted like she was royal family or something. ``

Demie got up on one elbow to look at me quizzically. `` You really do n't know ? What do they learn you kids in school these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., silent person ? ``

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

'' No William Shakspere ? Midsummer Night 's dreaming ? '' Demie got up off of the bed and admired her variety in my mirror.

I thought about it. That turn had some fairies, King Oberon and fag ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' titanic oxide ? ``

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

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

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

To be continued ...