This is a storey of casual, unprotected sex, and is a oeuvre of fiction. In material animation, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable babe, HIV and all variety of less sexual diseases await the cretin who `` douse his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 13 - Lunch ( MF, cons, 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 do it her vaginally, thinking that she was actually in love life with me due to her backfired making love potion. I told her that I was totally cummed out, which was confessedly. She wanted to stay and nestle but I told her I had to go grocery shopping, not to mention grab some more weed.

I showered and went to Monday 's place.

'' Hey hey, Tommy ! '' Monday held the doorway spread for me to enter. As I walked in I smelled pot, Mon 's B.O., and ...

'' Hepzibah ? '' I looked over at the couch, and sure enough, there was the tube-nosed fruit bat in her thin, gaunt human disguise, perched on the shock like a hiss. She must feature 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 nastiness she might have. Speaking of which, Monday was looking kinda 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 rim together. She was blowing the smoke into his mouth as they kissed. I tried not to retch.

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

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When I got back home, Demie was there. I wanted to peach about what we had done with her new friend Dianna but after we vaped some of the new weed, she just wanted to climb up my bone. I did n't complain ... 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 sure-enough chick ... nice tight pussy, too.

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After Demie left during the night, 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 inaugural time I fucked you, Kate, '' I explained, wincing from the memory board of taking her from derriere as her collapsing magical portal vein cut her in half. `` Plus, this love you 're feeling ? It 's only from your potion. ``

She took my paw. `` Is it so difficult to think that you 're suitable of erotic love, Tom ? ``

I thought about it for a moment. My whole living had turned into this eldritch gothic incubus when I had set a homeless person on flak as a sacrifice to summon Demie from Hell ! She had then straight up murder multitude, one of them right in front of me, and I did n't do a red cent 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 substantial ... you KNOW this, Kate. ``

I could see the accuracy behind her oculus. She knew, but ...

'' I do n't care, '' she revealed, `` I already sort of liked you before. I think this would have happened anyway ... maybe not as unattackable, but it is what it is, right ? ``

I sighed. Kate tried playing with my turncock but Demie had drained a lot of energy from me during our before fuck. I fell asleep and never got any harder than a half-chub.

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I actually slept through most of Dominicus. My log Z's docket was out of whang so I showered, played some telecasting games until morning, and then went into work.

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

'' With bass understanding for your personnel casualty ... who 's Dalton ? '' I asked her.

'' Carrie 's husband. She passed away a few days ago ... kernel attack, '' she replied sadly.

I felt like the ground was suddenly whisked out from under my human foot, 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. Someone that works with you, dying ... that 's a bit of a wakeup shout, huh ? ``

'' Yeah ... '' She seemed fulfil with that, and headed back to her desk. I put my public figure on the wit but could n't spell anything More. What could I say ? Sorry I fucked your dead married woman ?

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Detective Dianna Shepherd looked at the control board of missing soul again, more foiled than ever. A twosome more had been added just this week, as seemingly random as the ease. No law of similarity, not even geography, as they had all been from different parts of the metropolis. male person, female, Lester Willis Young, old ; all over the situation !

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

She paused. Where had that thought come from ? She had been tasked with finding these missing mass, and a 1 kidnapper or chemical group of kidnappers seemed likely, as this town had been relatively tranquillize when it came to wild crimes for as long as she could remember.

Violent ? Surely someone would have seen or heard something if these hoi polloi 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 feeling at the back of her judgement, like person whispering to her, but not actually with words.

She shook her drumhead. In the in conclusion 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 direct out for an former lunch anyway.

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I had n't brought luncheon to work with me so I headed out to the topical anaesthetic sandwich shop, early to beat the rush. Even so, there was someone ahead of me in line. What the hell ? Her ? ! Dianna turned as I approached.

'' Oh, hey ! Tom, right ? Small earth ... You okay ? ``

I must give birth looked like a cervid in the headlamp as she scrutinized me. `` Ah ! Yeah ... yeah, I 'm fine, thanks, Dianna. '' I noticed she was wearing a line suit, which was a far cry from the leather skirt and tight top she had worn on Fri 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 dress like she did, unless ...

'' You 're ... a tec ? ``

'' 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 home a fucking police detective ? !

As Dianna placed her order my mind was swimming. This shop was n't anywhere near a police station ... why was she here ? Working a caseful, I guessed. Just random prospect ? This seemed like a heck of a concurrence ... it was n't even lunch yet and we were the only two in here. Was she investigating me for the homeless person soul '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 mind when I looked so I 'd know that she wanted me to join her. After I got my food I did just that, my heartbeat racing. Could n't pee it appear like I 'm trying to avoid her, right ? Innocent people do n't do that.

In between insect bite 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 crust and washed it down with Cherry Pepsi. `` Uh, yeah, Internet dating, y'know ... she just came over one day and made herself at home. ``

'' 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 consequence. `` Huh ... accent 's not Southern. Ca n't be from too far Confederacy, or maybe she did n't always experience down there ? ``

I shrugged.

She swigged some burnt umber Milk River and then looked at me hesitantly. `` Um ... I 'll just come right out and ask : do you cognise if she 's planning on seeing me again ? Friday Night was ... indescribable. '' She got a far-off look on her face.

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

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

She looked disappointed as she finished her repast. `` Ah ... okay ... well, she has my issue ... '' She got up and tossed her food for thought wrappings in the rubbish. I got up as well, which is what you 're supposed to do when a woman gets to her feet, right ? I had possibly impregnated this woman without her knowledge a few nights ago, and I had sex with Demie while the demon was pretending to be Dianna as well, so I felt a kind of flakey acquaintance with her. I did n't know what the fuck I was doing. This fortune meeting went from ungainly holy terror to just awkward.

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

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

She looked at her deal. `` Again ? weather must be getting juiceless. Bye, Tom. '' And then she left.

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

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Dianna felt replete of vitality. What a totally random meetup, but she had n't even known why she had driven so far from the post to that particular sandwich shop. There were restaurants closer to work, but for some reason she had just kept driving until she arrived at that one.

She considered Tom. Objectively attractive enough, but the short guy was out of his league with Demie. Dianna wondered what the brown-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 satanic nature plain with her red peel, barbed tail, and motor horn peeking out from her mountain of tousled Brown University hair.

'' Daddy ! '' The pre-school demoness jumped into my arms. I heard another `` pa ! '' from the linen closet and a raven-haired little girl in a dingy dress flew out of it on a small broom.

'' Hey hey ! How are my girls ? '' I boomed out as I gathered them both into my blazonry. The provider was home.

Thunder roared from the bedroom and the apartment shook. My daughters let me go and looked fearfully in that direction.

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

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

Why could n't I call back the girls'names, and who did I wake up ? The lights flickered as something unseen approached down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall from the bedroom. thunder. Boom. BOOM.

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

'' Kiss 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 conflict ? '' She closed her eyes and the chitinous case dissolved into her now nude manikin. She pulled the covers off of my nudeness and licked her sass. `` I need you now, stud. '' Then she took my rising cock into her mouth. She did n't transform her teeth to man so I could feel her fangs lightly skimming my shaft as she sucked me to full size. Danger and fervor, so inextricably tied together. I tried to remember the dream but my thinker was totally distracted by the demonic fellatio and soon it was gone altogether.

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

Strangely, after we were done she snuggled up into the crook of my arm, breathing heavily. `` This okay ? '' she asked in a strangely gentle tone of voice. I nodded. Definitely okeh. Something stirred in my retentivity, something about a minuscule little girl that looked like Demie ... ?

I slipped away again, this fourth dimension to a dreamless sleep.

To be continued ...