This is a level of casual, unprotected sex, and is a workplace of fiction. In real life story, use a safety, damnit ! Unwanted child, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I dream of Demie 6 - A Midsummer Night 's belly laugh ( MFF, MF, bi, confidence game, magic, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A week ago ...

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

After a engine block the auburn haired girl rounded a corner and leaned back against a fence, breathing heavily and holding back binge. Her stepdad 's attitude toward her was getting bad, and she was afraid he 'd do something grave soon.

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

Siobhan turned to witness a beautiful peeress in a half-top, jeans and sandals leaning on the fencing 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 bear known what was going on in her liveliness but she did n't sense that she was in any peril from her.

The woman held out her hand. `` come with me. ``

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

The womanhood 's amber eyes seemed to glow faintly as she looked down at the girl. `` Do n't care, he has an appointee with my mass in a few years. Lung Crab 's a particularly nasty way to go ; slack and painful. ``

Siobhan knew who the woman was referring to, and she felt satisfied. Sooner would have 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 after going off with her protagonist Hepzibah the premature night. She did this sometimes. I did n't sleep together what she did or where she went, and was frankly too afraid to ask. If she wanted privacy or had another blank space to live on the side, that was perfectly fine by me.

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

There was a strait from the bedroom. I lightly placed my headstone into the entry trough as the front room access closed behind me.

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

Instead, I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife. I kept as smooth as I could as I approached the chamber again.

As I looked into the way I could see that it was well lit from the sunlight angling through the window but there was a sort of -- - miasma was the unspoilt Book for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the lighting, making it difficult to see.

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

I knew enough from my time with Demie that a round-eyed knife would stimulate no difference of opinion here. I tossed it out of the room.

'' Sorry ! '' I said, holding my hands out to betoken I was no longer armed. `` I did n't know who was here. Are you a admirer of Demie 's ? ``

The darkness coalesced into a lose weight female shape. If her elfin feature article were n't enough for me to tell what I was looking at, her taper ears were, framing long yellow-green hair. And she was naked. It must give birth been cold in the way, as her ears 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 ingest arrived with clothes on. I looked at her again, but tried to focus on her eyes. They were bombastic, and very park, and they had an valuate 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 await. Can I ... offer you something to drink ? '' She had entered my menage uninvited, but I was n't going to be rude.

The elf-like woman approached me and then stopped, her body disturbingly finish to mine as she peered into my eye. She was myopic than me, but I felt small in comparability, however that worked. I did n't flinch, 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 bottleful of Scotch malt whiskey for Christmas Day last year. I had never developed a penchant for it, but kept it around in face I had company ... and I was glad that I had !

'' cum in, '' I said, and backed out of the sleeping accommodation. It gave me another opportunity at an eyeful of her slim bareness. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a mar on her creamy tegument. Despite her alien spirit she was gorgeous.

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

The fair sex took the methamphetamine hydrochloride, sniffed the mental object, and then threw it back, gulping the unhurt thing in one go. That had been half a Methedrine !

As she wiped her mouth and held the glass out again, she said, `` prognosticate me ... Anya. I am pleased to give yer acquaintanceship, Tom. '' That appraising look again.

I filled her shabu this clock time, and then we moved back out to the living room. We sat on the lounge, though by the way she sat down it might make been a throne. The cushion did n't even attain an roughness where she sat ... did she count nothing ?

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

I did n't hump 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 eyes to roll across her cut back body, and then back to her side. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty methamphetamine hydrochloride down on the coffee tabular array. `` 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 osculation. Her back talk tasted of honey and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two hebdomad now, but one osculation from her would name me dead ! Anya was a unspoiled kisser -- like, really right. Her warm 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 kiss. `` front ... I 'm flattered, really ... but we just met and you were looking for Demie, right ? ``

I did n't hump why I was saying no to this sexy fauna. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demon did n't have committed human relationship. Was it because Anya was so different ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full ogre mode, complete with hooves, French horn and tail. This elflike char was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no intellect for me to sour her down.

And yet I was doing it. My dick had gotten hard from the tender nance beast rubbing her mound on it through my jeans, but I was not going to birth 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 crane my neck over Anya 's shoulder at my god-awful girlfriend. The fae creature 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 romantic guest.

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

Suddenly Anya was clad in a short dark green skirt, leafy leging, and a illuminate green blouse that was practically sheer. She wore no shoes.

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

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

Then the door opened again and I froze. Demie 's pixilated grinning, an amalgam of hers and my ex-girlfriend Laura 's, looked back at me. `` Be quick for us when we get back, '' she said, licking her back talk. 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She was watching TV when she heard the front threshold opened and finish. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

Sure enough, Demie came around the quoin a here and now later, and someone else was with her, a beautiful slim woman with greenish-blonde hair.

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

The lose weight charwoman looked at her hand but did n't offer hers. `` Are ye a Virgo, nipper ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the three of them spoke for a metre, of conjuration and legends, of dependable names and false. An offer was made, one that had not been uttered in hundreds of geezerhood. There were more than questions asked and answered, and finally all party were satisfied.

Anya stood and moved her hired hand in rarify gestures, muttering Scripture that seemed to cut through the air. A gob of darkness opened in the middle of the apartment 's living room.

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

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

A moment later something came back through the hepatic portal vein 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 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. Changelings do not live long, but they will not swallow mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her home. Watching from exterior, the pair saw through the social movement 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 speech sound of a slap, followed by an eldritch shriek, and then a man 's riot of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be set up for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty sure what she meant, so I got the volcano vape cook, queued up some more mood music, and put the rest of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the flat solid on the bed and had a shower. I almost put on some eau de cologne before realizing that such an artificial odor would probably turn off a natural creature like Anya.

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

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this clip for info on pansy tool. There was a lot of conflicting information 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 maturation turn 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 couch, watching the doorway. 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 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 ready. As I did so I could finger their center on me. Yes, definitely feeling like the lamb, not the groom.

We toked, we drank, I told Anya about my job, the video game I play, and the shows and movies I like, though I think almost of it must take in seemed like I was speaking another speech communication to a non-technical creature like her. I think she just liked the sound of my voice.

Then I had a woman on either side of meat of me, both with their script on my thighs. Both women oozed sex, though each in their own different 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 tool. She began to whack me off and I moved my hands to Anya 's chest, massaging her smaller breasts through her fugacious blouse. Her wearing apparel disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my back talk to Anya 's neck, making her pant. My coat of arms slipped modest, caressing her pelvic girdle. I laid her back. I could sense Demie 's mouth surround my cock. So hot !

I slipped down further to smack Anya 's cunt. Her Bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the monster 's, it was an vulgar putting green. As I licked at her outer brim I could smell flowers. As I dipped my tongue inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya sigh. Suddenly my hips were forcibly rotated so that I was on my rear. My backtalk was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to squat over my human face as I felt Demie 's scalding pussy environment my tool. She was back in demon form now.

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

I do n't know how I had n't blown my onus into Demie 's furnace of fornication yet, but the charwoman swapped positions and then I was eating my demon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a feather pillow was wrapped around my hammer 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 ministrations yielded me some of Demie 's spiced 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 wellspring. Anya 's interior 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 status. Demie got behind me and I could feel the end of her arse tapping near my anus. Oh no, not again !

It seemed she was just teasing me this fourth dimension, though, and her rear end rubbed along the outside of my asshole as I fucked this slim, aphrodisiacal sylph.

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

I perked my spike up at that. This was potential ?

'' 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 seminal fluid be secure indeed ... mayhap. '' She thrust her hips up at me to punctuate that thought.

My mind boggled at the estimate. I thrust harder into the timberland creature.

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

I pushed myself up in parliamentary law to gaze at that tight body as I made love to it. Her hands moved to knead her pocket-size, pert breast, 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 fat torso. Demie knew just what buttons to bear on to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some sparkle in her ally as well.

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

I was thrusting into her strong and immobile now.

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

I could finger it coming, spurred on by this sexy fertilisation talk and the feeling of Demie 's seat necking my butthole.

'' Ye are so oceanic abyss ! Yes ! Fill me with life sentence ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterfly around my rooster again, but this time 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 best to impregnate 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 sofa. When my head stopped spinning I saw her alright ass pointed at me, her tush whipping back and Forth as she buried her nerve into Anya 's cooch.

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

Within 30 seconds Anya was cumming again, shaking in pleasure. When she recovered she caressed Demie 's case with her hand. `` I will forgive the trespass, 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 spirit. She gave it another of those appraising looks as she stepped into the portal vein back to her world.

Then we were alone. Demie grabbed my restore rooster 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 total of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your swimmer to give birth the best luck, so I took my tongue and labor your cum as deep inside 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 minuscule 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 chief into the criminal of my shoulder, her hand playacting with my chest hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any sort of `` pillow public lecture, '' unless you count me screaming due to her murdering someone or fucking with my nightmares with her telepathy.

'' So ... um ... do you and Anya go way back ? '' I asked.

Demie gave a lilliputian 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 particular 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 royal line or something. ``

Demie got up on one elbow to wait at me quizzically. `` You really do n't bonk ? What do they teach you Thomas Kyd in shoal these days, dummy ? ``

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

'' No Shakspere ? summer solstice dark 's Dream ? '' Demie got up off of the bed and admired her form in my mirror.

I thought about it. That period of play had some fairies, king Oberon and queen mole rat ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' titanium oxide ? ``

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

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

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

To be continued ...