This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a body of work of fiction. In real life history, use a rubber, damnit ! unwanted sister, HIV and all variety of less sexual diseases await the cretin who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 6 - A Midsummer dark 's Scream ( MFF, MF, bi, yard bird, magic, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

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

After a block the auburn haired young lady rounded a corner and leaned back against a fence, breathing heavily and holding back rent. Her stepdad 's posture toward her was getting worse, and she was afraid he 'd do something serious soon.

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

Siobhan turned to find a beautiful lady in a half-top, jean and sandals leaning on the fence adjacent to her. Where had she get from ? And ...

'' I do n't ? '' the young girl asked. Siobhan knew that this dame should n't have known what was going on in her lifespan but she did n't sense that she was in any risk from her.

The cleaning lady held out her manus. `` come with me. ``

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

The fair sex 's amber optic seemed to glow faintly as she looked down at the girl. `` Do n't vex, he has an appointee with my people in a few old age. Lung cancer 's a particularly tight way to go ; slow and painful. ``

Siobhan knew who the adult female was referring to, and she felt satisfied. Oklahoman would have been better, but ...

She took Demie 's script. `` 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 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 seat to know on the slope, that was perfectly fine by me.

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

There was a phone from the bedroom. I lightly placed my headstone into the entry bowl as the front end 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 interloper in my place !

Instead, I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a large 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 -- - miasm was the best Holy Writ for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the light, making it difficult to see.

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

I knew enough from my time with Demie that a simpleton knife would make no difference here. I tossed it out of the room.

'' Sorry ! '' I said, holding my men out to signal I was no longer armed. `` I did n't lie with who was here. Are you a friend of Demie 's ? ``

The darkness coalesced into a thin female person shape. If her elfin feature of speech were n't enough for me to assure what I was looking at, her point ears were, framing long yellow-green pilus. And she was naked. It must have been cold in the room, as her pinna were n't the only things that were pointed.

I quickly looked away, but then I realized that if she had cared about her nudity she would birth arrived with clothes on. I looked at her again, but tried to center on her eyes. They were heavy, 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 adult female asked.

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

The elf-like adult female approached me and then stopped, her torso disturbingly closely to mine as she peered into my eyes. She was curt than me, but I felt pocket-size in comparison, however that worked. I did n't flinch, 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 bottle of Scotch for Christmas last year. I had never developed a taste for it, but kept it around in event I had company ... and I was glad that I had !

'' Come in, '' I said, and backed out of the chamber. It gave me another prospect at an eyeful of her melt off nakedness. Small, heavyset, definitely fit ... not a blemish on her creamy skin. Despite her alien looks she was gorgeous.

I pulled the whiskey bottle down from the top kitchen cupboard and as I filled a chicken feed I asked, `` What ... '' Then I remembered from my first off get together with Demie that asking real names would probably not be well received. `` ... should I foretell you ? I 'm Tom. '' I handed her the glass.

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

As she wiped her sassing and held the chalk out again, she said, `` Call me ... Anya. I am pleased to do yer friend, Tom. '' That appraising look again.

I filled her chalk this time, and then we moved back out to the animation room. We sat on the couch, though by the way she sat down it might get been a throne. The cushion did n't even gain an indentation where she sat ... did she count nothing ?

Anya sipped her drinkable now, savoring the flavor. `` I do miss this, '' she said. `` One of the only things 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 comfort music, though, and then returned to the couch.

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

I allowed my optic to range across her clean-cut trunk, and then back to her brass. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty Methedrine down on the burnt umber 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 lips tasted of dear and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two calendar week now, but one kiss from her would make me utterly ! Anya was a good smiler -- like, really upright. 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 light, practically weightless !

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

I did n't experience why I was saying no to this sexy tool. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demon did n't have committed relationship. Was it because Anya was so dissimilar ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full-of-the-moon demon fashion, complete with hooves, horns and posterior. This elflike fair sex 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 stopcock had gotten hard from the warmly fairy beast rubbing her agglomerate on it through my blue jean, 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 comfortable ? '' 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 stretch out my neck over Anya 's shoulder joint at my hellish girlfriend. The fae animate being was n't moving -- well, was n't moving off of my lap, anyway -- her genitals had n't stopped moving.

Demie smirked and I relaxed. `` We have clientele, 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 shortstop dark green skirt, leafy leggings, and a light unripe blouse that was practically see-through. She wore no shoes.

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

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

Then the door opened again and I froze. Demie 's impish smiling, an dental 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 condominium for a week now, and was bored out of her tree. She was watching TV when she heard the front room access 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 slim 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 cleaning lady looked at her deal but did n't bid hers. `` Are ye a virgin, tiddler ? ``

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

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

Anya nodded back. Turning back to Siobhan, she said, `` I do come from elsewhere, a land where ye will want for nada, nestling ... ''

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

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

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

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

Then the three of them spoke for a clock time, of legerdemain and legends, of true epithet and false. An crack was made, one that had not been uttered in 100 of twelvemonth. There were more interrogative sentence asked and answered, and finally all party were satisfied.

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

'' Go through, '' Anya said to the daughter, `` My attender will process ye as does beseem royalty. ``

Siobhan hugged Demie, who was surprised by the gesture but did not take out away. Then the 13-year-old took a large breathing time and stepped forward through the gateway and into her new life.

A moment later something came back through the portal from the other 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 scurrilous prick, '' Demie said, eyeing the brute with Siobhan 's face and trunk as it waited for its mistress'commands.

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

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her home base. Watching from outside, the duad saw through the battlefront window as her mother hugged what she thought was her daughter with joy. As the fairytale dyad walked away from the house they paused as they heard the stepfather starting to yell.

They heard the sound of a smack, followed by an eldritch shriek, and then a man 's shrieking of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be gear up for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty surely what she meant, so I got the volcano vape gear up, queued up some more humor euphony, and put the rest of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the sheets on the bed and had a shower bath. I almost put on some cologne before realizing that such an artificial scent would probably rick off a natural creature like Anya.

And then I waited ... and waited. I felt like a cross between an big ostler and a dear waiting for the slaughter.

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this clock time for info on faggot beast. 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 give been Tinkerbell with a growth 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 humor euphony, turned down the luminance, and then sat back down on the couch, watching the door. A pair of mo later they walked in.

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

'' Nope, '' I replied, looking delight 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 ready. As I did so I could feel their eyes on me. Yes, definitely feeling like the Elia, not the groom.

We toked, we drank, I told Anya about my job, the video games I play, and the shows and moving-picture show I like, though I think most of it must have seemed like I was speaking another speech to a non-technical creature like her. I think she just liked the auditory sensation of my voice.

Then I had a woman on either side of me, both with their work force on my thighs. Both cleaning woman oozed gender, though each in their own dissimilar way. Demie was raw and rough, 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 face as we made out.

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

I moved my mouth to Anya 's neck, making her pant. My implements of war slipped downcast, caressing her hips. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's sassing surround my cock. So hot !

I slipped down further to try Anya 's pussy. Her bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the demon 's, it was an crude green. As I licked at her outer brim I could smell flush. As I dipped my glossa inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya sigh. Suddenly my hips were forcibly rotated so that I was on my binding. My mouth was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to crouch over my face as I felt Demie 's scalding kitty-cat surround my dick. She was back in demon form now.

I used two fingers to penetrate Anya 's pussy as I licked her clit. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her inside rack my finger as she softly moaned and came.

I do n't know how I had n't blown my load into Demie 's furnace of fornication yet, but the women swapped perspective and then I was eating my demon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a feather pillow was wrapped around my cock as Anya mounted me.

These two cleaning lady 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 ministrations yielded me some of Demie 's spice up 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 fountainhead. Anya 's insides were n't really tickling me, but it felt very pleasant, like a feather massage. I 'm not really a poet ... it felt awesome, okay ?

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

It seemed she was just teasing me this time, though, and her tail rubbed along the outside of my son of a bitch as I fucked this slim, aphrodisiac sylph.

Then Demie spoke up : `` Hey, Anya, Tom 's spermatozoan 's reasonably potent. You think he might induce a prospect to criticize 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 cum be strong indeed ... mayhap. '' She thrust her hips up at me to punctuate that thought.

My creative thinker boggled at the idea. I thrust harder into the forest creature.

Anya continued, `` I have borne many children over the millennia. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do lose the feeling of new life-time blossoming within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in gild to gaze at that tight physical structure as I made love to it. Her bridge player moved to massage her minuscule, pert chest, and then down to caress her flat stomach. Her eyes 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 torso. Demie knew just what push button to crusade to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some Muriel Spark in her friend as well.

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

I was thrusting into her arduous and fast now.

'' Mmm ... I do finger yer manhood growing within me ... '' Her coat of arms surrounded my pectus firmly as her ventilation quickened.

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

'' Ye are so deep ! Yes ! Fill me with biography ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterflies around my cock again, but this clip 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 deep within her, doing my best to impregnate the god 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 couch. When my straits stopped spinning I saw her mulct ass pointed at me, her buns whipping back and forth as she buried her face into Anya 's cooch.

'' Aahh ! Demie ! What do ye -- ? ! Oh -- OHHH ! '' Anya arched her rachis, her mouth spread out in pleasure as Demie licked her pussy.

Within 30 seconds Anya was cumming again, shaking in delight. When she recovered she caressed Demie 's face with her paw. `` I will forgive the trespass, as that was ... what is the full 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 tool back to life-time. She gave it another of those appraising feel as she stepped into the hepatic portal vein back to her world.

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

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your natator to make the full chance, so I took my tongue and labour your cum as trench interior her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her natural language extended like a Snake River, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

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

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

After I had stopped shaking I rolled off of Demie and lay back on my pillow. She put her headway into the crook of my articulatio humeri, her mitt performing with my chest of drawers hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any kind of `` pillow 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 cover tonight. ``

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

Demie got up on one articulatio cubiti to front at me quizzically. `` You really do n't eff ? What do they teach you kids in school these 24-hour interval, dummy ? ``

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

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

I thought about it. That play had some poove, King Oberon and queen mole rat ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' Titania ? ``

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

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

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

To be continued ...