This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real lifespan, use a safety, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all variety of less intimate diseases await the idiot who `` sink his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I pipe dream of Demie 6 - A June 21 Night 's Scream ( MFF, MF, bi, cons, deception, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

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

After a block the auburn haired female child rounded a street corner and leaned back against a fence, breathing heavily and holding back bust. Her stepdad 's position toward her was getting unfit, and she was afraid he 'd do something serious soon.

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

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

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

The adult female held out her hand. `` seminal fluid with me. ``

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

The char 's amber eyes seemed to burn faintly as she looked down at the girl. `` Do n't worry, he has an appointment with my people in a few years. Lung genus Cancer 's a particularly cruddy way to go ; decelerate and painful. ``

Siobhan knew who the woman was referring to, and she felt satisfied. Oklahoman 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 protagonist Hepzibah the premature night. She did this sometimes. I did n't jazz what she did or where she went, and was frankly too afraid to ask. If she wanted secrecy or had another place to endure on the slope, that was perfectly all right by me.

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

There was a sound from the sleeping room. I lightly placed my keys into the entryway stadium as the front end room access 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 property !

Instead, I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a gravid 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 sort of -- - miasma was the best word for it -- a whirl darkness that pulled in the sparkle, making it difficult to see.

A vox sounded, `` Is it cold iron ye be seeking to use on me, deadly man ? '' It was a cleaning woman 's interpreter, though I could n't separate if she was young or old.

I knew enough from my clip with Demie that a simple tongue would arrive at 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 know who was here. Are you a Quaker of Demie 's ? ``

The wickedness coalesced into a slim female shape. If her elfin features were n't enough for me to tell what I was looking at, her bespeak ears were, framing long yellow-green tomentum. 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 nudity she would give arrived with wearing apparel on. I looked at her again, but tried to focus on her eyes. They were large, and very green, and they had an evaluative 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 wait. 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 cleaning woman approached me and then stopped, her torso disturbingly close to mine as she peered into my eyes. She was unforesightful than me, but I felt small in comparison, however that worked. I did n't squinch, though, meeting her piercing gaze. She smelled like wildflowers.

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

I actually did. Monday had given me a bottleful of scotch for Dec 25 last twelvemonth. I had never developed a taste for it, but kept it around in shell I had company ... and I was gladiola that I had !

'' Come in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedroom. It gave me another probability at an eyeful of her slender nakedness. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a blemish on her creamy skin. Despite her alien looking at she was gorgeous.

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

The woman took the glassful, sniffed the contents, and then threw it back, gulping the altogether thing in one go. That had been half a glass !

As she wiped her mouth and held the glass out again, she said, `` Call me ... Anya. I am delight to lay down yer acquaintance, Tom. '' That appraising look again.

I filled her deoxyephedrine this time, and then we moved back out to the keep way. We sat on the sofa, though by the way she sat down it might feature been a crapper. The cushion did n't even make an indentation where she sat ... did she weigh nada ?

Anya sipped her drink now, savoring the flavor. `` I do overleap this, '' she said. `` One of the only affair from the olde human beings that I do. ``

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

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

I allowed my eye to rove across her trim body, and then back to her expression. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty looking glass down on the coffee 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 buss. Her lips tasted of dearest and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two workweek now, but one kiss from her would pretend me bushed ! Anya was a proficient kisser -- like, really honorable. Her strong lips 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 visible light, practically weightless !

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

I did n't have intercourse why I was saying no to this sexy animate being. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that ogre did n't have committed human relationship. Was it because Anya was so unlike ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in fully daimon mode, concluded with hooves, hooter and tail. This elvish woman was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no understanding for me to plow her down.

And yet I was doing it. My rooster had gotten hard from the warm fagot creature 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 nymph dry humping me on the couch.

'' Making yourself well-situated ? '' 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 crane my cervix over Anya 's shoulder at my hellish girlfriend. The fae wight 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 concern, 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 suddenly dark 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 couch to see them out the door. Anya had whispered something in Demie 's ear that I could n't take a leak out and Demie said, `` Really ? ``

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

Then the door opened again and I froze. Demie 's wicked 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 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 front door open and close. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

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

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

The svelte woman looked at her hand but did n't pop the question hers. `` Are ye a virgin, minor ? ``

Siobhan dropped her hired hand, 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 follow from elsewhere, a country where ye will want for nothing, fry ... ''

The female child cut her off, her facial expression flushed so her freckles were quite visible. 'Child ?'`` My gens is Siobhan, '' she said.

Anya smiled. `` Ye are from the land of Eire ? ``

'Eire ? Oh ...'`` Ireland ? My Grandma 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 false. An offer was made, one that had not been uttered in hundreds of year. There were more interrogative sentence 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 darkness opened in the midsection of the flat 's living room.

'' Go through, '' Anya said to the young woman, `` My attendants will assist ye as does befit royal house. ``

Siobhan hugged Demie, who was surprised by the gesture but did not pull 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 former side. 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 opprobrious prick, '' Demie said, eyeing the creature with Siobhan 's face and body as it waited for its mistress'commands.

Anya smiled. `` I hope he do like pain then. half-wit do not live long, but they will not accept mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her home. Watching from outside, the brace saw through the front window as her mother hugged what she thought was her daughter with joy. As the cock-and-bull story dyad walked away from the firm they paused as they heard the stepfather scratch line to yell.

They heard the phone of a slap, followed by an spiritual scream, and then a man 's thigh-slapper of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be gear up for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty sure as shooting what she meant, so I got the volcano vape fix, queued up some more mood music, and put the rest of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the sail on the bed and had a shower. I almost put on some eau de cologne before realizing that such an artificial odour would probably rick off a lifelike creature like Anya.

And then I waited ... and waited. I felt like a mark between an expectant groom and a Elia waiting for the slaughter.

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this time for information on fairy fauna. There was a lot of conflicting information online, plus all that crap from that doomed girlfriend appearance. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could have been Tinkerbell with a development spell 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 illumination, and then sat back down on the couch, watching the door. A couple 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 wearing apparel on as I poured the whiskey and got the vape bag set. As I did so I could find their middle 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 shows and pic I like, though I think virtually of it must possess seemed like I was speaking another spoken language to a non-technical creature like her. I think she just liked the sound of my voice.

Then I had a char on either side of me, both with their bridge player on my thighs. Both fair sex oozed sexuality, though each in their own different way. Demie was raw and rough, but Anya was indulgent and sweet.

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

Demie undid my fly and fished out my hard cock. She began to whack me off and I moved my deal to Anya 's chest of drawers, massaging her smaller tit through her transient blouse. Her dress disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my mouthpiece to Anya 's neck, making her pant. My arms slipped depress, caressing her hips. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's oral fissure surround my dick. So hot !

I slipped down further to sample Anya 's pussy. Her chaparral, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the devil 's, it was an earthy greens. As I licked at her outer sass I could sense flowers. As I dipped my natural language inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya sigh. 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 scrunch up over my font as I felt Demie 's scalding pussy environment my dick. She was back in demon signifier now.

I used two fingers to click Anya 's kitty-cat as I licked her clit. 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 bonk how I had n't blown my load into Demie 's furnace of criminal conversation yet, but the women swapped positions and then I was eating my demon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a plumage pillow was wrapped around my cock as Anya mounted me.

These two cleaning lady were definitely polar opposition when it came to sex. Anya 's insides were affectionate but not hot, and almost tickled my peter as she rode me, as opposed to Demie 's demanding depths.

My succour yielded me some of Demie 's spiced rum flavored cum in my mouth as she grunted. Anya also came, feeling like a swarm of butterflies 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 fledge massage. I 'm not really a poet ... it felt awesome, okay ?

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

It seemed she was just teasing me this time, though, and her stern rubbed along the exterior of my SOB as I fucked this slim, sexy sylph.

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

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

'' Mmm, '' Anya sighed as I thrust into her. `` century have passed since such a thing has happened ... ohh ... I be not as unseasoned as I was. ``

'Aw ...'I thought, dejected.

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

My judgment boggled at the idea. I thrust harder into the woodland creature.

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

I pushed myself up in lodge to gaze at that tight torso as I made love to it. Her deal moved to knead her humble, impertinent white meat, and then down to caress her flat stomach. Her eyes 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 productive torso. Demie knew just what buttons to advertize to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some arc in her booster as well.

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

I was thrusting into her hard and fast now.

'' Mmm ... I do find yer humanness growing within me ... '' Her arms surrounded my chest firmly as her breathing quickened.

I could palpate it coming, spurred on by this aphrodisiac impregnation talking and the feeling of Demie 's tail caressing my butthole.

'' Ye are so cryptical ! Yes ! fill me with life ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterflies around my cock again, but this prison term they were insistent, 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 full to impregnate the immortal beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a consequence, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the other side of the sofa. When my head stopped spinning I saw her o.k. 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 binding, her mouth open in pleasure as Demie licked her pussy.

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

Soon it was time 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 vein back to her world.

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my rejuvenated tool 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 eyes. `` Know what I did after you shot her good of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

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

Holy diddly-squat ! The view that Demie had pushed my fiddling soldiers all the way into Anya 's uterus set me off again. `` Uhh ! shtup ! ``

'' 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 point into the felon of my shoulder, her hand playing with my chest hair.

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

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

Demie got up on one cubitus to look at me quizzically. `` You really do n't recognize ? What do they teach you kids in school day these days, dummy ? ``

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

'' No Shakespeare ? Midsummer night 's aspiration ? '' Demie got up off of the bed and admired her form in my mirror.

I thought about it. That gaming had some queen, King Oberon and faggot ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' Titania ? ``

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

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

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

To be continued ...