This is a storey of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In material biography, use a safety, damnit ! Unwanted child, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I dreaming of Demie 13 - Lunch ( MF, gyp, oral )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Once Kate had recovered from her anal coming she went right back to trying to get me to bed her vaginally, thinking that she was actually in love with me due to her backfired love life potion. I told her that I was totally cummed out, which was true. She wanted to stick and snuggle but I told her I had to go grocery shopping, not to mention seize some more weed.

I showered and went to Monday 's place.

'' Hey hey, Tommy ! '' Monday held the door open for me to insert. As I walked in I smelled pot, Mon 's body odor, and ...

'' Hepzibah ? '' I looked over at the couch, and sure enough enough, there was the harpy in her thin, gaunt human being camouflage, perched on the cushions like a bird. She must have got showered as well, as her stank was n't overpowering, but it was still noticeable.

'' Tommee ! '' she cackled and held out a half-done doob.

I waved it off ... no way was I taking the chance of catching whatever nastiness she might have. speaking of which, Monday was looking kinda pale. `` You okay, buddy ? '' I asked.

'' Sure, Tommy ! Never better. '' He plopped himself down next to Hepzibah as she toked, and then they pressed their rim together. She was blowing the pot into his lip as they kissed. I tried not to retch.

After some low talk, I bought a bag of kush and left.

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When I got back home base, Demie was there. I wanted to talk about what we had done with her new friend Dianna but after we vaped some of the new pot, she just wanted to jump my bones. I did n't complain ... she even morphed into Dianna midway through the sex, which was kinda Weird because the blonde was a lesbian. Still, she was pretty hot for an elderly chick ... dainty mean pussy, too.

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After Demie left during the night, Kate came back out of her lab in the water closet. I was really tired from the succubus sex, but I sat the witch down for a talk.

'' I almost killed you the low prison term I fucked you, Kate, '' I explained, wincing from the memory of taking her from behind as her collapsing deception portal cut her in half. `` Plus, this love life you 're feeling ? It 's only from your potion. ``

She took my mitt. `` Is it so difficult to think that you 're suitable of love life, Tom ? ``

I thought about it for a moment. My whole life story had turned into this weird gothic nightmare when I had set a homeless person on fire as a sacrifice to summon Demie from Hell ! She had then straight up murdered masses, one of them right in front of me, and I did n't do a damn thing about it ! I was n't a honest person.

'' Yeah, '' I responded, `` I 'm a art object of prick ! You know that what you 're feeling is n't real ... you KNOW this, Kate. ``

I could see the accuracy behind her center. She knew, but ...

'' I do n't care, '' she revealed, `` I already sort of liked you before. I think this would have happened anyway ... maybe not as substantial, but it is what it is, right ? ``

I sighed. Kate tried playing with my cock but Demie had drained a lot of vigor from me during our earlier nookie. I fell asleep and never got any harder than a half-chub.

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I actually slept through most of Sunday. My kip schedule was out of knock so I showered, played some video games until morn, and then went into work.

The receptionist handed me a greeting calling card and pen as I came into the office.

'' With mystifying fellow feeling for your loss ... who 's John Dalton ? '' I asked her.

'' Carrie 's married man. She passed away a few Day ago ... fondness plan of attack, '' she replied sadly.

I felt like the dry land was suddenly whisked out from under my feet, like a magician 's tablecloth, except a really bad necromancer, as I promptly fell on my ass.

'' Ow ! nookie ... '' It was a Harlan Fisk Stone tiled floor.

The receptionist quickly ran around her desk and helped me up. `` Oh my God ! Are you okay ? ``

'' I ... yeah ... ''

She stepped back. `` Did you know Carrie well ? ``

'Oh, yeah, I totally boned her in the washroom and may have knocked her up ,'is what I did n't say.

'' Err ... as well as anyone, I guess. Someone that works with you, dying ... that 's a bit of a wakeup call, huh ? ``

'' Yeah ... '' She seemed satisfied with that, and headed back to her desk. I put my gens on the board but could n't write anything more. What could I say ? Sorry I fucked your dead married woman ?

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Detective Dianna sheepherder looked at the board of missing persons again, more baffle than ever. A couple more had been added just this week, as seemingly random as the remainder. No similarities, not even geography, as they had all been from different piece of the city. Male, female, young, old ; all over the place !

'Almost as if someone was trying to hide what they were doing ...'

She paused. Where had that thought come from ? She had been tasked with finding these missing the great unwashed, and a ace kidnapper or mathematical group of kidnappers seemed likely, as this town had been relatively quiet when it came to trigger-happy offence for as long as she could remember.

Violent ? Surely someone would have seen or heard something if these people were being forcibly pulled from the streets and their homes, but there had been nothing. How could that be ? Drugs ?

'Hypnotism ?'There it was again ... an odd feeling at the vertebral column of her mind, like someone whispering to her, but not actually with words.

She shook her brain. In the last day or so she 'd been feeling odd, kind of sap, and yet connected to something in a way she could n't understand.

She realized she was hungry. She looked at the clock : 11 AM, but she decided to head out for an early on lunch anyway.

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I had n't brought luncheon to work with me so I headed out to the local sandwich store, early to beat the rush. Even so, there was soul ahead of me in line. What the hell ? Her ? ! Dianna turned as I approached.

'' Oh, hey ! Tom, right ? Small world ... You okay ? ``

I must let looked like a deer in the headlights as she scrutinized me. `` Ah ! Yeah ... yeah, I 'm OK, thanks, Dianna. '' I noticed she was wearing a business organisation suit, which was a far cry from the leather wench and tight top she had worn on Friday night. I recalled that when I had asked if she was a cop she had said, `` Not tonight. '' But I also knew from Brooklyn Nine-Nine that cop did n't dress like she did, unless ...

'' You 're ... a investigator ? ``

'' Yeah, '' was all she got out before the sandwich artist beckoned her forward. `` Oh, I got ta ... '' And then her tending was diverted. I had no problem with that. Demie brought home plate a have it away police force investigator ? !

As Dianna placed her society my judgement was swimming. This shop was n't anywhere near a police post ... why was she here ? Working a type, I guessed. Just random luck ? This seemed like a heck of a coincidence ... it was n't even lunch yet and we were the only two in here. Was she investigating me for the homeless someone 's slaying, or Demie for all of her putting to death ?

No, that made no sense. Demie had given Dianna the whammy so the older lesbian had come to our home base for sex, and she had been dressed for a night out. She had also arrived at the sandwich shop before me. As unrealistic as it seemed, this had to just be a coincidence.

Dianna paid for her food for thought and then sat down, beckoning me with her brain when I looked so I 'd recognise that she wanted me to fall in her. After I got my solid food I did just that, my pulsate racing. Could n't prepare it look like I 'm trying to avoid her, right ? Innocent citizenry do n't do that.

In between sharpness she asked, `` So, you and Demie been together long ? Forgive me for saying, but you seem to be an odd yoke. ``

I gulped down some incrustation and washed it down with Cherry Pepsi Cola. `` Uh, yeah, Internet dating, y'know ... she just came over one day and made herself at home. ``

'' So where 's she from ? ``

'' Down ... um, down South ... not certainly exactly where. She does n't talk about it. ``

She considered for a import. `` Huh ... accent 's not Southern. Ca n't be from too far Confederate States, or maybe she did n't always experience down there ? ``

I shrugged.

She swigged some chocolate milk and then looked at me hesitantly. `` Um ... I 'll just come right out and ask : do you fuck if she 's planning on seeing me again ? Fri nighttime was ... unutterable. '' She got a faraway look on her face.

I reevaluated my plight. Nope, we were n't being investigated ... this woman was just hooked on Demie something awful. I kind of felt sorry for her. Did n't quit me from sneaking a look at her breasts pushing out her blouse while she was distracted, though.

I looked back up at her side. `` Sorry, Demie just sorta does her own thing. She has n't said one way or the other. '' I did n't really consume anything else to say, so I took another bit of sandwich.

She looked disappointed as she finished her meal. `` Ah ... O.K. ... well, she has my identification number ... '' She got up and tossed her food wrappings in the rubbish. I got up as well, which is what you 're supposed to do when a cleaning woman gets to her foundation, right ? I had possibly impregnated this woman without her knowledge a few nights ago, and I had sex with Demie while the demon was pretending to be Dianna as well, so I felt a kind of bizarre familiarity with her. I did n't make love what the fuck I was doing. This hazard meeting went from awkward terror to just awkward.

She noticed me standing there. `` Um ... just to see you. '' She held out her hand.

As I took it a spark jumped between our finger with an hearable pop. `` Ow ! '' we both cried out.

She looked at her hand. `` Again ? Weather must be getting drier. Bye, Tom. '' And then she left.

Relieved and suddenly feeling tired, probably from the sudden letdown of adrenaline, I sat back down to finish my luncheon. By the end of it I was cook for a nap. I called in sick for the eternal sleep of the day and headed house to do just that.

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Dianna felt full of energy. What a totally random meetup, but she had n't even known why she had driven so far from the place to that fussy sandwich shop. There were eatery closer to work, but for some reason she had just kept driving until she arrived at that one.

She considered Tom. Objectively attractive enough, but the poor guy was out of his league with Demie. Dianna wondered what the brown-haired goddess saw in him.

She hoped Demie would text or bid soon ...

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When I got home, Demie was there with our daughter, the preschooler 's infernal nature plain with her red skin, barbed tail, and hooter peeking out from her volume of tousled dark-brown hair.

'' pappa ! '' The pre-school demoness jumped into my arms. I heard another `` Daddy ! '' from the linen closet and a raven-haired trivial girl in a nighttime dress flew out of it on a small broom.

'' Hey hey ! How are my girls ? '' I boomed out as I gathered them both into my weapon. The supplier was home.

smack roared from the sleeping accommodation and the apartment shook. My daughter let me go and looked fearfully in that direction.

'' Uh oh ... you woke him up, '' said the picayune demoness.

'' Yes, you should n't experience woken him up, Daddy, '' said the little witch.

Why could n't I remember the girls'names, and who did I inflame up ? The Light flickered as something unseen approached down the hall from the bedroom. bonanza. windfall. BOOM.

The lights went out. I turned. Suddenly I was on a cliff, looking out over a blackened, ruined landscape ... Demie was there in Shirley Temple Black armor ... smack in the space ... he was approaching ... he ? He who ... ?

'' kiss me, '' I commanded, and Demie ...

'' Tom. ``

I started awake. Demie was there in my bed, wearing that same armor I had just been dreaming about. I looked at her, confused.

She sat back and looked down at her outfit, likewise confused. `` Why am I geared for battle ? '' She closed her middle and the chitinous shell dissolved into her now nude person form. She pulled the covers off of my bleakness and licked her lips. `` I need you now, stud. '' Then she took my rising cock into her mouth. She did n't transform her teeth to homo so I could sense her fangs lightly skimming my shaft as she sucked me to to the full size. Danger and excitement, so inextricably tied together. I tried to call back the dreaming but my mind was totally distracted by the demonic fellatio and soon it was gone altogether.

Once I was fully erect, Demie jumped on top and tantalize me like a crazy woman, cumming quickly. I did n't lowest long after that but she did n't appear to bear in mind. Her almost uncomfortably hot inside sucked up my cum and I was spent again.

Strangely, after we were done she snuggled up into the crook of my arm, breathing heavily. `` This okay ? '' she asked in a strangely soft musical note. I nodded. Definitely okay. Something stirred in my remembering, something about a trivial daughter that looked like Demie ... ?

I slipped away again, this metre to a dreamless sleep.

To be continued ...