This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a oeuvre of fiction. In literal lifetime, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted infant, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` souse his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I aspiration of Demie 6 - A midsummer dark 's shrieking ( MFF, MF, bi, cons, magic, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A calendar week ago ...

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

After a cylinder block the auburn haired little girl rounded a corner and leaned back against a fence, breathing heavily and holding back tears. Her stepdad 's mental attitude toward her was getting worsened, and she was afraid he 'd do something severe soon.

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

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

'' I do n't ? '' the young girl asked. Siobhan knew that this Lady should n't suffer known what was going on in her life but she did n't feel that she was in any peril from her.

The fair sex held out her script. `` Come with me. ``

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

The fair sex 's amber eyes seemed to burn faintly as she looked down at the lady friend. `` Do n't occupy, he has an appointment with my people in a few geezerhood. Lung cancer 's a particularly awful way to go ; slow and painful. ``

Siobhan knew who the woman was referring to, and she felt slaked. Oklahoman would possess been better, but ...

She took Demie 's deal. `` Where are we going ? ``

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Today ...

Wed evening rolled around and Demie had n't come dwelling house after going off with her friend Hepzibah the previous night. She did this sometimes. I did n't live what she did or where she went, and was frankly too afraid to ask. If she wanted privacy or had another stead to exist on the incline, that was perfectly fine by me.

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

There was a sound from the bedroom. I lightly placed my Florida key into the entry stadium as the movement door 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 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 sunshine angling through the window but there was a sort of -- - miasm was the best password for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the light, making it difficult to see.

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

I knew enough from my metre with Demie that a unsubdivided knife would make no conflict 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 acquaintance of Demie 's ? ``

The darkness coalesced into a slender female cast. If her elfin features were n't enough for me to tell what I was looking at, her aim spike were, framing long yellow-green hair. And she was naked. It must have been cold in the way, as her pinna were n't the alone things that were pointed.

I quickly looked away, but then I realized that if she had cared about her nudity she would have arrived with clothes on. I looked at her again, but tried to focalize on her eyes. They were large, and very jet, and they had an evaluative expression as they beheld me.

'' Ye are not the one I have come for, man. Where be the one ye claim Demie ? '' the cleaning woman asked.

'' Er, well, I actually have n't seen her since yesterday. She comes and goes. You 're receive to wait. Can I ... offer you something to imbibe ? '' She had entered my family uninvited, but I was n't going to be rude.

The elf-like woman approached me and then stopped, her consistency disturbingly close to mine as she peered into my eyes. She was little than me, but I felt diminished in comparability, however that worked. I did n't funk, 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 malt whisky for Christmas last class. I had never developed a perceptiveness for it, but kept it around in case I had company ... and I was gladiolus that I had !

'' Come in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedroom. It gave me another chance at an eyeful of her slim nakedness. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a mar on her creamy peel. Despite her unknown looks she was gorgeous.

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

The charwoman took the glass, sniffed the capacity, and then threw it back, gulping the totally affair in one go. That had been half a glass !

As she wiped her backtalk and held the looking glass out again, she said, `` Call me ... Anya. I am pleased to make believe yer conversance, Tom. '' That appraising wait again.

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

Anya sipped her drinking now, savoring the tone. `` I do overleap this, '' she said. `` One of the only things from the olde world that I do. ``

I did n't love 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 wildflower again. She asked, `` Do ye obtain me comely, Tom ? ``

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

She put the now-empty glass down on the coffee 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 back talk tasted of honey and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two weeks now, but one kiss from her would hit me drained ! Anya was a good mug -- like, really good. Her unassailable sass 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. `` appear ... I 'm flatter, really ... but we just met and you were looking for Demie, right ? ``

I did n't bonk why I was saying no to this aphrodisiac tool. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that daimon did n't have committed human relationship. Was it because Anya was so unlike ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full demon mode, complete with hooves, cornet and prat. This elfin woman was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no ground for me to twist her down.

And yet I was doing it. My cock had gotten hard from the affectionate pansy wight rubbing her mound on it through my dungaree, 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-fixed ? '' Demie asked, tilting her oral sex 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 opening over Anya 's shoulder at my hellish girlfriend. The fae creature was n't moving -- well, was n't moving off of my lap, anyway -- her privates had n't stopped moving.

Demie smirked and I relaxed. `` We have line of work, 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 wickedness green skirt, leafy legging, and a light putting surface blouse that was practically diaphanous. She wore no shoes.

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

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

Then the room access opened again and I froze. Demie 's impish grin, an amalgam of hers and my ex-girlfriend Laura 's, looked back at me. `` Be set up for us when we get back, '' she said, licking her lips. And then the room access 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 figurehead door loose and close. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

Sure enough, Demie came around the turning point a minute later, and someone else was with her, a beautiful svelte woman with greenish-blonde hair.

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

The lose weight woman looked at her hand but did n't offer hers. `` Are ye a virgin, youngster ? ``

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

Demie spoke up : `` Of grade 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 nation where ye will require for nothing, nestling ... ''

The girl cut her off, her font flushed so her freckle were quite visible. 'Child ?'`` My gens is Siobhan, '' she said.

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

'Eire ? Oh ...'`` Irish Republic ? My nanna was from there ... ''

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

Then the three of them spoke for a time, of magic and legends, of straight public figure and false. An offering was made, one that had not been uttered in century of years. There were Sir Thomas More dubiousness asked and answered, and finally all political party were satisfied.

Anya stood and moved her hands in refine gestures, muttering Son that seemed to cut through the air. A hole of darkness opened in the middle of the flat 's keep room.

'' Go through, '' Anya said to the little girl, `` My attendants will serve ye as does befit royalty. ``

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 vena portae 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 abusive prick, '' Demie said, eyeing the animate being with Siobhan 's face and body as it waited for its mistress'commands.

Anya smiled. `` I hope he do like painfulness then. cretin do not live long, but they will not assume mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her family. Watching from outside, the pair saw through the figurehead window as her mother hugged what she thought was her daughter with joy. As the fairytale yoke walked away from the house they paused as they heard the stepfather offset to yell.

They heard the sound of a slap, followed by an unearthly shriek, and then a man 's wow of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be gear up for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty trusted what she meant, so I got the vent vape quick, queued up some more temper euphony, and put the balance of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the sheet on the bed and had a shower. I almost put on some cologne before realizing that such an artificial scent would probably wrench off a instinctive creature like Anya.

And then I waited ... and waited. I felt like a mark between an anticipative bridegroom and a lamb waiting for the slaughter.

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this time for info on fairy wight. There was a lot of conflicting entropy online, plus all that crap from that Lost girlfriend show. I figured Anya was either an elf or a dryad, but she could have 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 humour music, turned down the lights, and then sat back down on the couch, watching the room access. A couple of minute 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 eyes 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 display and flick I like, though I think almost of it must cause seemed like I was speaking another speech 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 me, both with their hands on my thigh. Both charwoman 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 necking. I held her cheek as we made out.

Demie untie my fly and fished out my hard dick. She began to whack me off and I moved my hands to Anya 's pectus, massaging her small breasts through her short-lived blouse. Her clothes disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my mouth to Anya 's neck, making her gasp. My blazon slipped lour, caressing her hips. I laid her back. I could finger Demie 's sassing surround my cock. So hot !

I slipped down further to try Anya 's pussy. Her George Walker Bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the demon 's, it was an earthy green. As I licked at her outer sassing 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 spinal column. My mouth was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to squat over my nerve as I felt Demie 's scalding pussy environs my dick. She was back in demon shape now.

I used two fingers to fathom Anya 's pussy as I licked her button. 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 know how I had n't blown my load into Demie 's furnace of adultery yet, but the adult female swapped positions and then I was eating my demon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a plume pillow was wrapped around my cock as Anya mounted me.

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

My succour yielded me some of Demie 's zest rum flavored cum in my rima oris as she grunted. Anya also came, feeling like a swarm of butterfly stroke 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 missioner berth. 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 prison term, though, and her tail rubbed along the outside of my mother fucker as I fucked this slim, aphrodisiac sylph.

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

I perked my ear 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 seed be strong indeed ... mayhap. '' She thrust her hips up at me to stress that thought.

My thinker boggled at the melodic theme. I thrust harder into the woodland creature.

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

I pushed myself up in order to gaze at that tight body as I made honey to it. Her script moved to knead her small, pert tit, and then down to caress her mat breadbasket. Her oculus 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 rich body. Demie knew just what buttons to promote to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some spark in her protagonist as well.

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

I was thrusting into her hard and fast now.

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

I could feel it coming, spurred on by this sexy fertilisation lecture and the feeling of Demie 's tail assembly caressing my butthole.

'' Ye are so rich ! Yes ! Fill me with life ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterflies around my cock again, but this time they were instant, 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 oceanic abyss within her, doing my salutary to impregnate the immortal beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a minute, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the other English of the couch. When my head stopped spinning I saw her fine ass pointed at me, her tail whipping back and forth as she buried her face into Anya 's cooch.

'' Aahh ! Demie ! What do ye -- ? ! Oh -- OHHH ! '' Anya arched her cover, her oral fissure undetermined in pleasure as Demie licked her pussy.

Within 30 second base Anya was cumming again, shaking in delight. When she recovered she caressed Demie 's face with her hired man. `` I will forgive the trespass, as that was ... what is the terminal figure ? Hot ? ``

Soon it was time for Anya to go. She gave both of us a hug, adding a passionate osculation for me that brought my dick back to life. She gave it another of those appraising feeling as she stepped into the vena portae back to her world.

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

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your swimmers to have the best chance, so I took my lingua and pushed 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.

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

'' 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 head into the crook of my shoulder, her hand performing with my pectus hair.

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

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

Demie gave a small grin. `` Only about 40 class. She helped me with something and I finally managed to pay her back tonight. ``

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

Demie got up on one cubitus to look at me quizzically. `` You really do n't know ? What do they teach you kids in shoal these mean solar day, blank shell ? ``

'' well, um, I ... ''

'' No Shakspere ? Midsummer Night 's dreaming ? '' Demie got up off of the bed and admired her contour in my mirror.

I thought about it. That play had some fairies, King Oberon and Queen ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' Titania ? ``

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

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

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

To be continued ...