This is a report of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a safe, damnit ! undesirable sister, HIV and all sort of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` duck his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I dream of Demie 3 - Thinking With the awry Head ( MF, mc, impreg, slow )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Previously, on I Dream of Demie :

Hi, my name 's Tom. I killed a man to summon a sex demon from Hell. She loves to fume my pot, so she spared my life sentence, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.

The former Nox Demie killed a girl while we were having a deuce-ace. It kind of fucked me up. I went on a bender and Demie, shapeshifted to appear like Jessica Alba, took out a lot of bikers that were giving us trouble. She can make herself look ( and feel ) like any girl I want ! But is it worth it ?

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Yesterday :

Detective Sergeant Dianna sheepman looked at the display board again, as she had done every workday, multiple times a day, since the third missing persons report came in. The numeration was now six missing people in six 24-hour interval. Pictures of all those people were on the board.

If there had been any substantial link between those masses there would have been red bowed stringed instrument going to and from the pushpin holding the characterisation on the corkboard, but other than the fact that they all lived in the metropolis, there was no connecter ... none at all !

Early net Monday morning a poodle dragging a collar had been found in the green. Marsha Patterson, age 43, the owner of said poodle, was nowhere to be found.

Bob Perkins, age 34, a high pealing banker, had gone to the roof of his authority building for a weed Mon afternoon and had never come back.

Abe Sorensen, age 65, had been reported missing from his home, also utmost Mon afternoon. His neighbour had n't seen him go out or anyone come in since he came home Friday afternoon. He lived alone so he could have disappeared at any point from Friday to Monday, but he was the one-third reported missing person.

Siobhan ( pronounced Shi-vahn ) Mullins, age 13, had disappeared while walking to her friend 's house Tuesday afternoon.

Ida Spratt, 87, had been put to bed in her care nursing home Thursday evening. In the morning she was gone. The elderly woman was bedridden, so could not throw wandered off on her own. The only thing left in her bed when they checked in the morning was a smelly mess left by the incontinent old woman.

Finally, Jessi Bayfield, age 19, had gone out with early minor ally and then had disappeared after her friends had gotten wino after using their fake IDs to get into a retro 70 's disco just death night.

Today, Sunday, Dianna had been called in on her day off to inquire. The police force commissioner was getting pressure from the mass medium coverage since Siobhan Mullins'disappearance, and it seemed there was a sequent ... what ... liquidator ? Kidnapper ? There were no ransom notes, so murder seemed likely, though there were no polarity of a struggle at any of the criminal offence sites.

*Was* there a connectedness ? So many fade in so short a time ... there had to be ! What was she missing ?

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Sorry, that was a lot of expo for a sex fib ! You 'd think I was trying to write a plot or something ... I 'll try to stay fresh us on track.

Demie had just killed my Dad while having sex with him on my new sofa. Well, in my incubus she had. I was still breathing heavily from waking up after the shock absorber of seeing that.

After having breakfast I brushed my teeth and then headed out the doorway. I needed to run around or something to get this pent-up nervous get-up-and-go out. As I stepped out my apartment door I bumped into a womanhood in a sozzled pink t-shirt and lightlessness yoga knickers, a neighbor from down the hall, a single mom I had had my eye on for a while, as she was quite toned, in safe shape for a stay-at-home mom.

We had bumped together hard and I caught her before she stumbled. We were quite close now and I could smell her perfume and ... sulfur ? She looked at me with wide gorgeous green eyes framed by her shoulder duration brown hair.

Oh, very clever, Demie, I thought to myself. You were able to pluck out of my head that I liked this lady so you 're pretending to be her and I now get to experience another fantasy fulfilled ! sucker me once, shame on you ... fool away me twice, ignominy on me ! I knew her game.

I gave her a dazzling smiling, playing along. `` Hi, I 'm Tom ... can I interest you in a cup of coffee ? '' I was still holding her and she had started to take a breath more heavily. I helped her to tolerate back up.

'' Oh, '' she replied, a bit unsteady, `` I have to get back to my daughter ... '' Then she paused, considering. `` ... but I suppose a flying cup would be nice. I 'm Erica. '' She offered her hand.

I shook her helping hand but continued holding it. I ushered her into my home and closed the door behind us, admiring her nicely shaped tush in those yoga pants that I had noticed many meter before.

She turned and caught me looking, and then continued turning until she faced me directly. She was nibbling her crushed lip as her eyes roamed my body. I could see her nipples, quite prominent now through her pie-eyed jersey. There would be no burnt umber. I pulled her to me and started kissing her neck, causing her to moan.

'' I 'm so ruttish ... '' she murmured as I lifted her shirt and sportswoman bra. I dived into those fantastic boobs, nibbling and sucking at the large pap. She fell back onto the couch and I pulled at her yoga pants. Her orange thong step-in came down with them. They came off of one leg and dangled from the early leg 's ankle joint. I was impressed at how Demie could make share of her torso look like article of clothing, but of course those region had to remain tie in to the relaxation of her.

I quickly removed my clothes and lined up my cock. Erica's/Demie 's lop kitty-cat was visibly wet so I did n't need to go down on her for lubrication. She watched with undisguised lust as I slowly sunk the brain of my tool into her hot pussy. She moaned in pleasure.

It felt dissimilar from Demie 's infernal vagina, a footling looser but surface-active agent, and certainly not as hot, temperature wise, and I again marveled at how she could make herself an precise written matter of who she was pretending to be, right down to the vaginal frame and muscle system. I knew this was exactly how it would throw felt to have sex with the real erica, and it just turned me on more !

I pulled back and pushed in harder. `` true heath '' groaned, looking up at my face adoringly. Well done, Demie, I thought. You 'd almost call back this was actually my neighbor.

On my 3rd thrust I managed to get my cock all the way inside her. I bent forward and started to suck on those splendid titties again as I started to get a rhythm going.

Suddenly she started to cum, thrusting her pelvic girdle at me as she softly groaned. I could sense her kitty-cat throbbing around my cock. I was n't ready to cum yet, though. I sat back up, taking a hold of her modulate legs and pulling them parallel with my chest so her feet were up by my head. I then grabbed her upper berth thigh and pulled them toward me as I started to really plow into her.

'' Oh God ... '' she groaned. That should have clued me in right there as to what was going on, but a lot of the blood that would have been helping my brainpower work good was making my prick super hard as I pistoned it into the gorgeous woman.

After she came again I pulled out and guided her to turn around. I managed to get my turncock back into her easily and we fucked bow-wow manner. I made sure to shift the angle of my insight so as to hit her g-spot often. I could feel her pussy starting to fascinate my stopcock and my own orgasm was also rapidly approaching.

With one mitt I shoved her face into the cushions of the couch as I sped up, ramming harder, bending her forward to get the mystifying penetration. I could hear her trying to call out something, muffled by the shock, but by this detail I did n't give care ... she had killed Jessi and I had her at my mercy because she did n't love that I knew it was really her. I was going to delight my temporary domination of her.

I thrust one final exam time and started to blow my load cryptical inside her. I heard `` Erica '' yelp, and then I could experience her cumming on my cock, the massaging of her pussy sinew urging even more sperm out of my balls to coat her insides.

Finally, spent, I pulled out and sat back on the couch. Erica/Demie, shaking, my sperm dripping from her pussy, took a few minutes to recover. She then turned around and snuggled up to me !

This was weird, so I looked at her, confused. That was when she kissed me, on the mouth !

I almost had a fit fit, thinking I was going to die, my soul sucked out through the buss ! I pulled back, staring at her. She looked affright and confused.

She stammered, `` I 'm sorry ... you do n't like kissing on the mouth ? I 've ... I 've never done this sort of thing before, after just meeting someone ... but you smelled so unspoiled ... I had to birth you. ``

Smelled honest ? I ... oh no ... I had forgotten to shower down after having sex with Demie the Nox before. When THE REAL true heath had bumped into me in the manor hall she had gotten a puff of air of Demie 's sex secernment, still on my cock and face, and that stuff was more effective than Spanish Fly !

I had then taken the one mom neighbor into my apartment and fucked her goofy, after just meeting her ! I looked at her yoga drawers and underclothing on the floor, definitely no longer touching her skin. She was n't Demie. But ...

'' You smelled like sulphur, '' I said, looking at her accusingly.

She was even Thomas More garbled now. `` I had just taken out the food waste. Some of my eggs had gone bad and they were stinking up my shoes, '' she answered.

I sat there, stunned. I did n't know what to do.

She had already pulled her mutant bra and shirt back down over her fantastical breasts and had grabbed her lash. As she slipped it back on she said, `` public speaking of orchis ... um ... this was actually a bad time to have bareback sex. I tried to severalize you but ... '' She looked at where I had pushed her face into the frame. I felt sick.

She looked vex, though whether it was about her possible pregnancy or the unexplainable looking on my facial expression ( or both ), I could n't tell. `` Um ... I 'll ... let you bed, okay ? '' She leaned forward and looked like she was going to give me a tidy sum on the buttock, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one endure confused, hurt smell as she closed the door behind her.

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Detective serjeant Dianna shepherd continued her investigation. Jessi Bayfield seemed to have been simply a pattern young woman who liked to party with her protagonist and went to the local college. She had an ex-boyfriend but he had moved out of Ithiel Town weeks ago, and he had an alibi.

She looked at the word-painting of the teen again. Dianna herself was in her 30 's but she would have fucked a hot young Aythya americana like that in a moment if she had had the chance.

She shook her principal. She had n't gotten some in a while and got horny sometimes.

police detective Sergeant Aaron Bilson poked his point into her room. `` Hey, Dykeanna ... ''

She sighed. Once the male pig had figured out she was a lesbian that was their usual nickname for her. She never let them do it it bothered her, though. She smiled at him. `` Yeah, Aaron ? ``

He stepped in. `` Did ya hear the scuttlebutt ? A Black'n white got called to some bar last Nox, and the bartender swore up and down that Jessica Alba came in and wiped out a biker work party ! ``

She gave him a dubious look.

He held up his helping hand, two digit up. `` Scout 's honor ! The infirmary confirmed three burly biker type were treated for combat injury hold up Night, but those hombre are n't telling who laid them out. Fucked up, huh ? ``

As Bilson left, Dianna shook her head. With the bum that had been burned alive a hebdomad ago ( Bilson 's guinea pig ), the fade, and now this, this townspeople was getting really eldritch, fast.

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One month ago ...

Tom looked at the unusual old Word he had picked up at the flea market. Within the book were esoteric writing that spoke of might to those who dared to break down the laws of man, but no specifics beyond one spell to summon an damned handmaiden to do his bidding. There were many pages torn out but this one trance remained.

Over the future brace of weeks he returned to the book to review the point of the spell over and over. What he had first thought to be some screwball author 's ramblings made more and more sense every time he read it.

A calendar week later he had decided he would do it ; he would kill mortal to mogul the spell. His animation was okay but not big. A demonic handmaid to do his bidding would make his life amazing ! Now, who was likely to not be missed ?

To be continued ...