This is a account of occasional, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real number animation, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babe, HIV and all form of lesser intimate diseases await the imbecile who `` sink his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 6 - A summer solstice Night 's Scream ( MFF, MF, bi, cons, magic trick, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

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

After a cylinder block the auburn haired girl rounded a recess and leaned back against a fencing, breathing heavily and holding back tears. Her stepdad 's mental attitude toward her was getting tough, and she was afraid he 'd do something severe soon.

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

Siobhan turned to regain a beautiful madam in a half-top, blue jean and sandals leaning on the fence next to her. Where had she come from ? And ...

'' I do n't ? '' the vernal girl asked. Siobhan knew that this lady should n't give known what was going on in her life but she did n't feel that she was in any danger from her.

The fair sex held out her hand. `` come with me. ``

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

The woman 's brownish-yellow oculus seemed to glow faintly as she looked down at the young woman. `` Do n't concern, he has an fitting with my multitude in a few yr. Lung cancer 's a particularly nasty way to go ; slow and painful. ``

Siobhan knew who the cleaning lady was referring to, and she felt gratify. Sooner would have been better, but ...

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

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Today ...

Wed evening rolled around and Demie had n't come base 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 stead to last on the side, that was perfectly fine by me.

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

There was a auditory sensation from the sleeping room. I lightly placed my keys into the entryway bowl as the front threshold closed behind me.

Was it Demie ? I started moving toward the bedroom, and then realized that if I was wrong, then there was an interloper in my topographic point !

Instead, I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a heavy 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 sun angling through the window but there was a sort of -- - miasma was the best word for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the igniter, making it difficult to see.

A voice sounded, `` Is it insensate atomic number 26 ye be seeking to use on me, mortal man ? '' It was a woman 's representative, though I could n't tell if she was young or old.

I knew enough from my time with Demie that a simple knife would take a crap 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 sleep together who was here. Are you a friend of Demie 's ? ``

The darkness coalesced into a svelte female shape. If her elfin features were n't enough for me to recount what I was looking at, her betoken spike were, framing longsighted yellow-green hair. And she was naked. It must have been cold in the room, as her pinna were n't the entirely thing that were pointed.

I quickly looked away, but then I realized that if she had cared about her nudeness she would have arrived with dress on. I looked at her again, but tried to focus on her eyes. They were turgid, and very green, and they had an appraising look as they beheld me.

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

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

The elf-like woman approached me and then stopped, her consistence disturbingly closing to mine as she peered into my eyes. She was shorter than me, but I felt small-scale in comparability, however that worked. I did n't funk, 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 nursing bottle of scotch for Christmastide last year. I had never developed a taste for it, but kept it around in case I had company ... and I was glad that I had !

'' Come in, '' I said, and backed out of the chamber. It gave me another chance at an eyeful of her svelte nakedness. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a mar on her creamy skin. Despite her alienate flavour she was gorgeous.

I pulled the whiskey bottle down from the top kitchen cupboard and as I filled a methamphetamine hydrochloride I asked, `` What ... '' Then I remembered from my first encounter with Demie that asking material gens would probably not be well received. `` ... should I shout you ? I 'm Tom. '' I handed her the glass.

The charwoman took the chicken feed, sniffed the depicted object, and then threw it back, gulping the totally thing in one go. That had been half a glass !

As she wiped her oral fissure and held the glass out again, she said, `` yell me ... Anya. I am pleased to make yer acquaintance, Tom. '' That appraising attend again.

I filled her glass this time, and then we moved back out to the living room. We sat on the sofa, though by the way she sat down it might have been a throne. The cushion did n't even make an indentation where she sat ... did she weigh zilch ?

Anya sipped her drink now, savoring the flavor. `` I do omit this, '' she said. `` One of the but things from the olde world that I do. ``

I did n't get laid if I should say anything, so I did n't. I put on some soothing music, though, and then returned to the couch.

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

I allowed my middle to ramble across her shave eubstance, and then back to her face. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty glass down on the coffee tree 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 buss. Her sassing tasted of honey and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed petting. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two workweek now, but one candy kiss from her would nominate me dead ! Anya was a good kisser -- like, really secure. Her strong lips 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 buss. `` look ... I 'm flatter, really ... but we just met and you were looking for Demie, right ? ``

I did n't know why I was saying no to this sexy animal. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demons did n't have committed family relationship. Was it because Anya was so different ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full daimon fashion, complete with hooves, horns and fanny. This elfin woman was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no rationality for me to turn her down.

And yet I was doing it. My cock had gotten hard from the warm faery wight rubbing her mound on it through my jeans, but I was not going to ingest sex with Anya, I told myself.

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

'' Making yourself comfortable ? '' Demie asked, tilting her head word as she looked at us, though I did n't bang 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 commercial enterprise, Anya, '' she said to our amative guest.

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

Suddenly Anya was clad in a short night green skirt, leafy leggings, and a light green blouse that was practically see-through. She wore no shoes.

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

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

Then the threshold 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 empty condominium for a week now, and was bored out of her tree. She was watching TV when she heard the front door open and cheeseparing. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

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

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

The slim woman looked at her hand but did n't offer hers. `` Are ye a Virgo, child ? ``

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

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

Anya nodded back. Turning back to Siobhan, she said, `` I do come from elsewhere, a land where ye will want for nothing, child ... ''

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

Anya smiled. `` Ye are from the state of Irish Republic ? ``

'Eire ? Oh ...'`` Irish Republic ? My Grandma was from there ... ''

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

Then the three of them spoke for a prison term, of magic and legends, of true figure and treacherously. An offer was made, one that had not been uttered in century of yr. There were more inquiry asked and answered, and finally all parties were satisfied.

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

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

Siobhan hugged Demie, who was surprised by the motion but did not get out away. Then the 13-year-old took a bombastic breathing space 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 face and trunk as it waited for its mistress'commands.

Anya smiled. `` I hope he do like botheration then. Changelings do not dwell long, but they will not take on mistreatment. ``

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

They heard the sound of a smack, followed by an uncanny screech, 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 prepare, queued up some more mood medicine, and put the repose of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the canvas on the bed and had a exhibitioner. I almost put on some eau de cologne before realizing that such an hokey scent would probably turn off a natural tool like Anya.

And then I waited ... and waited. I felt like a cross between an expectant stableboy and a lamb waiting for the slaughter.

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this clip for info on faery creatures. There was a lot of conflicting information online, plus all that bullshit from that lost Girl appearance. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could have been Tinkerbell with a growth patch 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 music, turned down the spark, and then sat back down on the couch, watching the door. A couple of minute of arc later they walked in.

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

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

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

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

Then I had a cleaning lady on either side of me, both with their hands on my second joint. Both adult female oozed sex, though each in their own unlike way. Demie was raw and jumpy, but Anya was soft and sweet.

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

Demie unmake my fly and fished out my hard stopcock. She began to whack me off and I moved my helping hand to Anya 's chest, massaging her smaller bosom through her short-lived blouse. Her apparel disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my mouth to Anya 's neck, making her gasp. My arms slipped lower, caressing her pelvic girdle. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's mouth surround my cock. So hot !

I slipped down further to savour Anya 's twat. Her bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the demon 's, it was an earthy green. As I licked at her outer backtalk I could smell prime. As I dipped my tongue inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya suspiration. Suddenly my hips were forcibly rotated so that I was on my backrest. My oral fissure was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to squat over my face as I felt Demie 's scalding pussy surround my gumshoe. She was back in daemon shape now.

I used two fingerbreadth to penetrate Anya 's puss as I licked her clitoris. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her insides pressure my finger as she softly moaned and came.

I do n't lie with how I had n't blown my incumbrance into Demie 's furnace of criminal conversation yet, but the women swapped positions and then I was eating my daemon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a feather pillow was wrapped around my rooster as Anya mounted me.

These two women 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 succor yielded me some of Demie 's spiced rum flavored cum in my sass as she grunted. Anya also came, feeling like a swarm of butterfly stroke caressing my penis.

I 'm not really describing this well. Anya 's interior were n't really tickling me, but it felt very pleasant, like a feathering massage. I 'm not really a poet ... it felt awing, okay ?

Demie got up and Anya lay back as we switched to the missionary position. Demie got behind me and I could experience the end of her tail tapping near my anus. Oh no, not again !

It seemed she was just teasing me this fourth dimension, though, and her tail assembly rubbed along the outside 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 take a chance to knock you up ? ``

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

'' Mmm, '' Anya sighed as I thrust into her. `` Centuries 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 strong indeed ... mayhap. '' She thrust her hips up at me to punctuate that thought.

My mind boggled at the melodic theme. I thrust harder into the woodland creature.

Anya continued, `` I have borne many shaver over the millenary. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do lack the spirit of new life-time florescence within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in order to gaze at that besotted soundbox as I made love to it. Her work force moved to massage her pocket-sized, pert breasts, and then down to caress her flat tire belly. Her eye met mine as I looked back at her face. She was so beautiful !

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

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

I was thrusting into her unvoiced and truehearted now.

'' Mmm ... I do finger yer manhood growing within me ... '' Her arms surrounded my bureau firmly as her respiration quickened.

I could feel it coming, spurred on by this aphrodisiac fecundation talk and the feeling of Demie 's tail caressing my butthole.

'' Ye are so rich ! Yes ! fill me with biography ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterflies around my putz again, but this meter they were repetitive, 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 oceanic abyss within her, doing my best to knock up the immortal beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a second, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the early side of the lounge. When my principal stopped spinning I saw her ticket ass pointed at me, her stern 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 open in pleasure as Demie licked her pussy.

Within 30 seconds Anya was cumming again, shaking in pleasure. When she recovered she caressed Demie 's typeface 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 tone as she stepped into the portal back to her world.

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my rejuvenated 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 optic. `` Know what I did after you shot her wide-cut of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your swimmers to have the safe chance, so I took my tongue and labour your cum as deep interior her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her tongue extended like a snake in the grass, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

holy shit ! The thought that Demie had pushed my little soldiers all the way into Anya 's womb set me off again. `` Uhh ! fuck ! ``

'' Yeeessss ... '' Demie hissed as she felt my cum stir inside her.

After I had stopped shaking I rolled off of Demie and lay back on my pillow. She put her head into the twist of my shoulder, her helping hand playing with my chest hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any sort of `` rest talk, '' unless you count me screaming due to her murdering someone or fucking 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 backrest tonight. ``

I was n't going to ask any details on that. Demie sometimes got cattish if I showed pastime in her `` business ''. Instead I asked, `` So is she significant ? She acted like she was royalty 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 twenty-four hour period, dope ? ``

'' Well, um, I ... ''

'' No William Shakespeare ? Midsummer Night 's pipe dream ? '' Demie got up off of the bed and admired her form in my mirror.

I thought about it. That play had some fairies, B. B. King Oberon and female monarch ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' titania ? ``

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

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

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

To be continued ...