This is a floor of everyday, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In existent life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all variety of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` sink his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I dream of Demie 6 - A midsummer Night 's sidesplitter ( MFF, MF, bi, cons, conjuration, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A calendar week ago ...

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

After a occlusion 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 spoiled, and she was afraid he 'd do something serious soon.

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

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

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

The woman held out her hired man. `` come 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 girl. `` Do n't worry, he has an engagement with my people in a few years. Lung cancer 's a particularly nasty way to go ; slow and painful. ``

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

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

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Today ...

Wednesday evening rolled around and Demie had n't come home base after going off with her friend Hepzibah the former Nox. 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 secrecy or had another place to live on on the side, that was perfectly exquisitely by me.

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

There was a auditory sensation from the sleeping room. I lightly placed my Francis Scott Key into the entryway bowling ball as the front doorway closed behind me.

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

Instead, I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a orotund tongue. I kept as calm down 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 sun angling through the window but there was a sort of -- - miasma was the trump word for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the light, making it unmanageable to see.

A interpreter sounded, `` Is it frigidity iron ye be seeking to use on me, soul man ? '' It was a woman 's voice, 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 make no difference here. I tossed it out of the room.

'' Sorry ! '' I said, holding my handwriting out to indicate I was no longer armed. `` I did n't have a go at it who was here. Are you a booster of Demie 's ? ``

The darkness coalesced into a slight female physical body. If her elfin characteristic were n't enough for me to tell what I was looking at, her signal ears were, framing long yellow-green hair. And she was naked. It must have been cold in the room, as her ears were n't the exclusively things that were pointed.

I quickly looked away, but then I realized that if she had cared about her nakedness she would cause arrived with clothes on. I looked at her again, but tried to pore on her heart. They were large, 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 woman asked.

'' Er, well, I actually have n't seen her since yesterday. She comes and goes. You 're welcome to look. 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 womanhood approached me and then stopped, her body disturbingly close to mine as she peered into my eyes. She was brusk than me, but I felt pocket-size in comparability, however that worked. I did n't quail, though, meeting her piercing gaze. She smelled like wildflowers.

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

I actually did. Mon had given me a bottle of score for Christmas last year. I had never developed a appreciation 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 bedroom. It gave me another chance at an eyeful of her slenderize openness. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a blemish on her creamy pelt. Despite her alien feel she was gorgeous.

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

The cleaning lady took the trash, sniffed the mental object, and then threw it back, gulping the totally thing in one go. That had been half a glass !

As she wiped her mouth and held the trash out again, she said, `` visit me ... Anya. I am pleased to bring in yer familiarity, Tom. '' That appraising reckon again.

I filled her shabu this prison term, and then we moved back out to the sustenance room. We sat on the lounge, though by the way she sat down it might hold been a toilet. The cushion did n't even arrive at an indentation where she sat ... did she count cypher ?

Anya sipped her drink now, savoring the smell. `` I do miss this, '' she said. `` One of the only thing from the olde world that I do. ``

I did n't know 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 olfactory property of wildflowers again. She asked, `` Do ye incur me comely, Tom ? ``

I allowed my eyes to rove across her trim consistency, and then back to her typeface. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty chicken feed 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 kiss. Her lip tasted of honey and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two weeks now, but one buss from her would hold me dead ! Anya was a goodness visage -- like, really good. Her inviolable sass 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 light, practically weightless !

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

I did n't bonk why I was saying no to this aphrodisiac puppet. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demons did n't have committed relationship. Was it because Anya was so dissimilar ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full demon mode, complete with hooves, cornet and tail. This fey cleaning 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 turncock had gotten hard from the warm poof puppet rubbing her mound 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 naked houri 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 know if she meant Anya or me.

'' Um, um, '' I stammered, trying to stretch out my cervix over Anya 's shoulder at my hellish girlfriend. 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 unripe skirt, leafy leggings, and a light honey oil blouse that was practically diaphanous. She wore no shoes.

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

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

Then the room access opened again and I froze. Demie 's prankish smile, an amalgam of hers and my ex-girlfriend Laura 's, looked back at me. `` Be set up for us when we get back, '' she said, licking her brim. And then the door closed again.

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

Sure enough, Demie came around the corner a moment later, and soul else was with her, a beautiful slim down woman with greenish-blonde hair.

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

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

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

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

Anya nodded back. Turning back to Siobhan, she said, `` I do descend from elsewhere, a Land where ye will want for zip, tiddler ... ''

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

Anya smiled. `` Ye are from the terra firma of Eire ? ``

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

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

Then the three of them spoke for a time, of magic and legends, of true public figure and put on. An offer was made, one that had not been uttered in hundred of twelvemonth. There were more query asked and answered, and finally all parties were satisfied.

Anya stood and moved her work force in complicated motion, muttering wrangle that seemed to cut through the air. A hole of darkness opened in the middle of the apartment 's keep room.

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

Siobhan hugged Demie, who was surprised by the gesture but did not pluck away. Then the 13-year-old took a large 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 scurrilous prick, '' Demie said, eyeing the puppet with Siobhan 's face and body 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 accept mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her home base. 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 distich walked away from the house they paused as they heard the stepfather starting to yell.

They heard the sound of a slap, followed by an unearthly shriek, and then a man 's thigh-slapper of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be ready for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty certain what she meant, so I got the volcano vape ready, queued up some more mood music, and put the rest of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the sheets on the bed and had a shower. I almost put on some Cologne before realizing that such an stilted 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 Elia waiting for the slaughter.

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this meter for info on fay tool. There was a lot of conflicting info online, plus all that crap from that lost Girl show. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could have been Tinkerbell with a increase enchantment 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 lights, and then sat back down on the lounge, watching the door. A duet 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 pleased with myself. I was n't saying anything else.

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

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

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

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

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

I moved my sass to Anya 's cervix, making her gasp. My arms slipped lour, caressing her hips. I laid her back. I could finger Demie 's lip environs my tool. So hot !

I slipped down further to taste Anya 's snatch. Her President Bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the demon 's, it was an crude viridity. As I licked at her knocked out backtalk I could smack flowers. As I dipped my tongue inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya suspiration. Suddenly my hip joint were forcibly rotated so that I was on my vertebral column. My sass was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to hunker down over my face as I felt Demie 's scalding pussycat surround my dick. She was back in demon kind now.

I used two fingers to dawn Anya 's cunt as I licked her clitoris. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her insides squeeze my fingers as she softly moaned and came.

I do n't jazz how I had n't blown my consignment into Demie 's furnace of fornication yet, but the adult female swapped positions and then I was eating my demon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a feather pillow was wrapped around my peter as Anya mounted me.

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

My ministration yielded me some of Demie 's spice rum flavored cum in my mouth 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 plume massage. I 'm not really a poet ... it felt awesome, okay ?

Demie got up and Anya lay back as we switched to the missional side. Demie got behind me and I could feel the end of her nates tapping near my anus. Oh no, not again !

It seemed she was just teasing me this clip, though, and her behind rubbed along the outside of my shit as I fucked this slim, sexy sylph.

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

I perked my pinna 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 estimate. I thrust harder into the forest creature.

Anya continued, `` I have borne many tiddler over the millenary. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do lose the tactile sensation of new animation blossoming within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in order to gaze at that wet consistence as I made dearest to it. Her hands moved to massage her belittled, pert white meat, and then down to caress her flat belly. Her eyes met mine as I looked back at her boldness. She was so beautiful !

I bent down and kissed Anya passionately as I thrust harder into her possibly fecund dead body. Demie knew just what release to push to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some twinkle in her friend as well.

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

I was thrusting into her backbreaking and fast now.

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

I could find it coming, spurred on by this sexy impregnation talk and the intuitive feeling of Demie 's buttocks caressing my butthole.

'' Ye are so oceanic abyss ! Yes ! Fill me with life ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterflies around my cock again, but this time they were instant, 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 undecomposed 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 side of the lounge. When my foreland stopped spinning I saw her fine ass pointed at me, her rear 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 sass open in joy as Demie licked her pussy.

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

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

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my rejuvenated turncock 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 oculus. `` Know what I did after you shot her full of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your swimmers to have the serious fortune, so I took my tongue and campaign your cum as deep interior her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her tongue extended like a Snake, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

sanctum shit ! The sentiment that Demie had pushed my niggling 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 fountainhead into the crook of my articulatio humeri, her hand acting with my dresser hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any sort of `` pillow talking, '' unless you count me screaming due to her murdering individual 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 twelvemonth. She helped me with something and I finally managed to pay her back tonight. ``

I was n't going to ask any detail on that. Demie sometimes got bitchy if I showed interest in her `` business ''. Instead I asked, `` So is she important ? She acted like she was royalty or something. ``

Demie got up on one elbow to reckon at me quizzically. `` You really do n't sleep with ? What do they teach you tyke in school these years, dummy ? ``

'' wellspring, um, I ... ''

'' No Bard of Avon ? summer solstice Night 's Dream ? '' Demie got up off of the bed and admired her bod in my mirror.

I thought about it. That play had some poof, King Oberon and tabby ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' Titania ? ``

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

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

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

To be continued ...