This is a news report of perfunctory, unprotected sex, and is a employment of fiction. In real life history, use a safety, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all form of lesser intimate diseases await the retard who `` plunge his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I Dream of Demie 6 - A summer solstice Nox 's screech ( MFF, MF, bi, cons, magic, oral exam, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A calendar week ago ...

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't ? '' the young young woman asked. Siobhan knew that this lady should n't have known what was going on in her life but she did n't experience that she was in any danger from her.

The cleaning lady held out her helping hand. `` Come with me. ``

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

The adult female 's amber eyes seemed to shine faintly as she looked down at the girl. `` Do n't worry, he has an appointment with my people in a few years. Lung Crab 's a particularly filthy way to go ; slow up and painful. ``

Siobhan knew who the woman was referring to, and she felt satisfied. Sooner would throw been better, but ...

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

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Today ...

Wed evening rolled around and Demie had n't come home after going off with her acquaintance 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 place to experience on the side, that was perfectly hunky-dory by me.

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

There was a sound from the bedroom. I lightly placed my keystone into the entryway roll as the straw man door closed behind me.

Was it Demie ? I started moving toward the sleeping accommodation, and then realized that if I was wrong, then there was an intruder in my topographic point !

Instead, I backtracked into the kitchen and grabbed a heavy knife. I kept as hush 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 honest word for it -- a swirling darkness that pulled in the igniter, making it difficult to see.

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

I knew enough from my fourth dimension with Demie that a unproblematic knife would pee no difference here. I tossed it out of the room.

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

The darkness coalesced into a slim down female pattern. If her elfin lineament were n't enough for me to tell what I was looking at, her channelize ears were, framing recollective yellow-green hair. And she was naked. It must have been cold in the room, 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 nudeness she would experience arrived with clothes on. I looked at her again, but tried to pore on her eyes. They were boastfully, and very dark-green, and they had an appraising flavour as they beheld me.

'' Ye are not the one I have come for, man. Where be the one ye Call Demie ? '' the charwoman 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 booze ? '' She had entered my household uninvited, but I was n't going to be rude.

The elf-like adult female approached me and then stopped, her body disturbingly confining to mine as she peered into my eyes. She was shortsighted than me, but I felt humble 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 bottle of scotch for Christmas last year. I had never developed a preference for it, but kept it around in case I had company ... and I was glad that I had !

'' Come in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedchamber. It gave me another chance at an eyeful of her lose weight nudity. Small, compact, definitely fit ... not a mar on her creamy cutis. Despite her alien looks she was gorgeous.

I pulled the whiskey bottle down from the top kitchen cupboard and as I filled a glass I asked, `` What ... '' Then I remembered from my get-go 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 cleaning woman took the glass, sniffed the substance, and then threw it back, gulping the unit thing in one go. That had been half a glass !

As she wiped her mouth and held the glass out again, she said, `` cry me ... Anya. I am pleased to make yer familiarity, Tom. '' That appraising bet again.

I filled her glass this time, and then we moved back out to the living elbow room. We sat on the couch, though by the way she sat down it might suffer been a stool. The cushion did n't even get to an indentation where she sat ... did she consider goose egg ?

Anya sipped her drink now, savoring the flavor. `` I do miss this, '' she said. `` One of the lone thing from the olde Earth 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 smell of wildflowers again. She asked, `` Do ye find me comely, Tom ? ``

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

She put the now-empty drinking glass down on the coffee mesa. `` 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 mouth tasted of dear and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two weeks now, but one buss from her would make me dead ! Anya was a good phiz -- like, really good. Her secure 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 ignite, practically weightless !

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

I did n't acknowledge why I was saying no to this sexy creature. Did I feel like I was cheating on Demie ? No, Demie had said that demons did n't accept committed relationships. Was it because Anya was so unlike ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in wax demon mode, all over with hooves, saddle horn and butt. This elfin woman was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no reason for me to move around her down.

And yet I was doing it. My cock had gotten hard from the warm fay creature rubbing her hill 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 well-fixed ? '' Demie asked, tilting her fountainhead 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 hellish 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 amatory guest.

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

Suddenly Anya was clad in a short dark green skirt, leafy legging, and a light green blouse that was practically gossamer. 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 bring in 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 puckish grin, an amalgam of hers and my ex-girlfriend Laura 's, looked back at me. `` Be gear up for us when we get back, '' she said, licking her rim. And then the threshold closed again.

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Siobhan had been waiting in an discharge condo for a hebdomad now, and was bored out of her Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She was watching TV when she heard the forepart door spread and close. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

Sure enough, Demie came around the turning point a moment later, and individual else was with her, a beautiful thin fair sex with greenish-blonde hair.

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

The slim woman looked at her hand but did n't offer hers. `` Are ye a Virgo the Virgin, child ? ``

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

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

Anya nodded back. Turning back to Siobhan, she said, `` I do descend from elsewhere, a country where ye will need for nothing, fry ... ''

The girl cut her off, her face 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 grandma was from there ... ''

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

Then the three of them spoke for a time, of magic and legends, of unfeigned figure and false. An offer was made, one that had not been uttered in hundreds of years. There were to a greater extent dubiousness asked and answered, and finally all political party were satisfied.

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

'' Go through, '' Anya said to the girlfriend, `` My attendant will process 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 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 slit, '' Demie said, eyeing the creature with Siobhan 's boldness and eubstance as it waited for its mistress'commands.

Anya smiled. `` I hope he do like pain then. Changelings do not hold up long, but they will not consent mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her abode. Watching from outside, the dyad saw through the front man window as her female parent 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 phone of a smacking, followed by an uncanny screaming, and then a man 's shrieking of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be set for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty surely what she meant, so I got the volcano vape set up, queued up some more mood music, and put the residue of the whiskey on ice. I also changed the sheets on the bed and had a shower. I almost put on some cologne before realizing that such an stilted scent would probably work off a instinctive creature like Anya.

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

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this clip for info on fairy creatures. There was a lot of conflicting information online, plus all that horseshit from that Lost female child 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 mood music, turned down the lights, and then sat back down on the lounge, watching the threshold. A couple of arcminute later they walked in.

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

'' Nope, '' I replied, looking proud of 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 optic 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 movies I like, though I think well-nigh of it must receive seemed like I was speaking another words to a non-technical puppet like her. I think she just liked the audio of my voice.

Then I had a charwoman on either side of me, both with their hands on my thighs. Both women oozed sexuality, though each in their own different way. Demie was raw and harsh, but Anya was flabby and sweet.

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

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

I moved my sassing to Anya 's cervix, making her gasp. My arms slipped depressed, caressing her articulatio coxae. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's mouth surround my cock. So hot !

I slipped down further to try out Anya 's slit. Her George W. Bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the demon 's, it was an gross green. As I licked at her outer sass I could smell out prime. 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 back. My rima oris was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to scrunch over my face as I felt Demie 's scalding slit surround my dick. She was back in demon configuration now.

I used two fingers to pervade Anya 's pussy as I licked her button. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her interior 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 fornication yet, but the women swapped positions and then I was eating my demon 's spicy muff. Then it felt like a feather pillow was wrapped around my putz as Anya mounted me.

These two charwoman were definitely polar opposition when it came to sex. Anya 's inside were fond but not hot, and almost tickled my stopcock as she rode me, as opposed to Demie 's demanding depths.

My succor yielded me some of Demie 's spiced rum flavored cum in my sassing as she grunted. Anya also came, feeling like a swarm of butterfly stroke caressing my penis.

I 'm not really describing this well. 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 awing, okay ?

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

It seemed she was just teasing me this sentence, though, and her tail rubbed along the exterior of my asshole as I fucked this slim, aphrodisiac sylph.

Then Demie spoke up : `` Hey, Anya, Tom 's sperm 's pretty potent. You think he might have a fortune to knock 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 affair has happened ... ohh ... I be not as vernal as I was. ``

'Aw ...'I thought, dejected.

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

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

Anya continued, `` I have borne many children over the millenary. They all be loved and cared for. Perhaps ... mmm ... I do omit the opinion of new lifetime blossoming within me ... ''

I pushed myself up in fiat to stare at that besotted physical structure as I made love to it. Her work force moved to massage her pocket-sized, pert boob, and then down to fondle her flat stomach. Her center 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 fertile organic structure. Demie knew just what clitoris to crusade to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some spark in her friend as well.

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

I was thrusting into her hard and fast now.

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

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

'' Ye are so deep ! Yes ! Fill me with life ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterfly stroke around my cock 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 god beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

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

'' Aahh ! Demie ! What do ye -- ? ! Oh -- OHHH ! '' Anya arched her back, her rima oris outdoors 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 hand. `` I will forgive the encroachment, 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 buss for me that brought my dick back to life. 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 rejuvenate 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 wide-cut of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your swimmer to give birth the upright chance, so I took my lingua and advertize 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 shit ! The thought that Demie had pushed my little soldiers all the way into Anya 's womb set me off again. `` Uhh ! Fuck ! ``

'' 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 teacher into the crook of my shoulder, her hand performing with my chest hair.

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

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

Demie gave a footling smile. `` Only about 40 years. She helped me with something and I finally managed to pay her backbone tonight. ``

I was n't going to ask any item on that. Demie sometimes got catty if I showed interest in her `` line of work ''. Instead I asked, `` So is she crucial ? 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 learn you Kyd in school these mean solar day, dummy ? ``

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

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

I thought about it. That bid had some pouf, King Oberon and world-beater ... NO WAY ! Anya was ... '' titanic oxide ? ``

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

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

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

To be continued ...