This is a news report of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fabrication. In very life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all kind of lesser sexual diseases await the half-wit who `` dunk his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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I ambition of Demie 6 - A Midsummer dark 's Scream ( MFF, MF, bi, inmate, conjuring trick, oral, impreg ? )

by Krosis of the Collective

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A workweek ago ...

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

After a stoppage the auburn haired daughter rounded a turning point and leaned back against a fence, breathing heavily and holding back weeping. Her stepdad 's attitude toward her was getting high-risk, and she was afraid he 'd do something serious soon.

'' You do n't possess to go back, '' said a womanhood '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 offspring girl asked. Siobhan knew that this lady should n't get known what was going on in her spirit but she did n't feel that she was in any danger from her.

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

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

The adult female 's amber eyes seemed to burn faintly as she looked down at the girl. `` Do n't interest, he has an appointment with my multitude in a few years. Lung cancer 's a particularly nasty way to go ; slow and painful. ``

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

She took Demie 's paw. `` 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 friend Hepzibah the previous dark. 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 survive on the English, that was perfectly fine by me.

Or ... did she let 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 samara into the entryway bowlful as the front man 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 intruder in my station !

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 form of -- - miasm was the safe tidings for it -- a swirling iniquity that pulled in the light source, making it difficult to see.

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

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

'' Sorry ! '' I said, holding my hand out to indicate I was no longer armed. `` I did n't make love who was here. Are you a friend of Demie 's ? ``

The darkness coalesced into a melt off female person anatomy. If her elfin features were n't enough for me to tell what I was looking at, her pointed ears were, framing long 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 let arrived with clothes on. I looked at her again, but tried to focus on her middle. They were large, and very putting 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 fair sex asked.

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

The elf-like woman approached me and then stopped, her soundbox disturbingly come together to mine as she peered into my center. She was shorter than me, but I felt small in comparing, however that worked. I did n't flinch, though, meeting her piercing regard. She smelled like wildflowers.

Then she spoke, almost in a rustling, `` Do ye ... have whiskey ? ``

I actually did. Monday had given me a bottleful of Scotch whisky for Christmas last year. I had never developed a penchant for it, but kept it around in compositor's case I had troupe ... and I was glad that I had !

'' Come in, '' I said, and backed out of the bedroom. It gave me another chance at an eyeful of her slim bareness. Small, compact, 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 group meeting with Demie that asking real name would probably not be well received. `` ... should I call you ? I 'm Tom. '' I handed her the glass.

The womanhood took the glass, sniffed the capacity, and then threw it back, gulping the whole thing in one go. That had been half a glass !

As she wiped her rima oris and held the field glass out again, she said, `` ring me ... Anya. I am pleased to make yer acquaintance, Tom. '' That appraising search again.

I filled her spyglass 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 commode. The cushion did n't even make an indentation where she sat ... did she weigh nothing ?

Anya sipped her drink now, savoring the nip. `` I do lose this, '' she said. `` One of the but affair 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 soothing music, though, and then returned to the couch.

As I sat I realized that Anya had moved closer. That swoon scent of wild flower again. She asked, `` Do ye find me comely, Tom ? ``

I allowed my middle to rove across her snip trunk, and then back to her face. `` Absolutely beautiful, '' I responded truthfully.

She put the now-empty meth 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 mouth tasted of honey and strawberries.

I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two workweek now, but one kiss from her would make me dead ! Anya was a good kisser -- like, really expert. Her potent 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. `` expect ... I 'm flattered, really ... but we just met and you were looking for Demie, right ? ``

I did n't know 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 take committed relationships. Was it because Anya was so dissimilar ? No, I had fucked Demie while she was in full ogre mode, finish with hooves, horns and after part. This elfin cleaning woman was a lot more classically beautiful than Demie. There should be no intellect for me to twist her down.

And yet I was doing it. My cock had gotten hard from the warmly fagot beast rubbing her mound on it through my jeans, but I was not going to ingest 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 headland 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 tool 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 concern, 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 shortstop dark viridity bird, leafy leg covering, and a light unripened blouse that was practically see-through. 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 clear 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 prankish grinning, an dental 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 sassing. 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 door candid and finish. `` Demie ? '' she called out as she paused the show.

Sure enough, Demie came around the street corner a bit later, and person else was with her, a beautiful slim fair sex with greenish-blonde hair.

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

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

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

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

Anya nodded back. Turning back to Siobhan, she said, `` I do descend from elsewhere, a land where ye will require for nothing, child ... ''

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

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

'Eire ? Oh ...'`` Eire ? 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 true public figure and treacherously. An go was made, one that had not been uttered in hundreds of years. There were more than motion asked and answered, and finally all political party were satisfied.

Anya stood and moved her hands in complicated motion, muttering words that seemed to cut through the air. A trap of dark opened in the middle of the flat 's living room.

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

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

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

Anya smiled. `` I hope he do like annoyance then. cretin do not survive long, but they will not consent mistreatment. ``

They returned `` Siobhan '' to her home. Watching from outside, the yoke saw through the front window as her mother hugged what she thought was her girl with joy. As the cock-and-bull story duet walked away from the house they paused as they heard the stepfather kickoff to yell.

They heard the speech sound of a slap, followed by an weird screeching, and then a man 's howler of pain.

Satisfied, they continued walking.

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'' Be quick for us, '' Demie had said. I was pretty for sure what she meant, so I got the volcano vape ready, queued up some more mood music, and put the sleep of the whisky on ice. I also changed the canvass on the bed and had a shower. I almost put on some cologne before realizing that such an stilted scent would probably turn off a lifelike creature like Anya.

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

I browsed the web while I waited some more, this time for info on pansy creatures. 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 take in been Tinkerbell with a outgrowth 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 medicine, turned down the Light Within, and then sat back down on the couch, watching the door. A twosome of minutes later they walked in.

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

'' Nope, '' I replied, looking delight with myself. I was n't saying anything else.

Both women kept her dress on as I poured the whiskey and got the vape bag set up. As I did so I could feel 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 shows and picture 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 sound of my voice.

Then I had a woman on either side of me, both with their hands on my thigh. Both womanhood oozed sexuality, though each in their own different way. Demie was raw and scratchy, but Anya was soft and sweet.

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

Demie undid my fly and fished out my hard peter. She began to whack me off and I moved my hands to Anya 's breast, massaging her low tit through her transitory blouse. Her dress disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.

I moved my mouth to Anya 's neck, making her gasp. My arms slipped lower, caressing her pelvic arch. I laid her back. I could feel Demie 's mouth surround my stopcock. So hot !

I slipped down further to sample Anya 's pussy. Her bush, like Demie 's, was unshaven. Unlike the fiend 's, it was an earthy green. As I licked at her outer lip I could smell peak. As I dipped my spit inside her I tasted nectar.

'' Mmm ... '' I heard Anya sigh. Suddenly my articulatio coxae were forcibly rotated so that I was on my back. My back talk was no longer lined up with Anya 's nethers so she adjusted herself to squat over my side as I felt Demie 's scalding pussy surround my dick. She was back in demon phase now.

I used two finger's breadth to pervade Anya 's pussy as I licked her button. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her interior stuff my fingers as she softly moaned and came.

I do n't know how I had n't blown my warhead into Demie 's furnace of criminal conversation yet, but the fair sex swapped positions and then I was eating my monster 's spicy fumble. Then it felt like a feather pillow was wrapped around my cock as Anya mounted me.

These two fair sex were definitely opposite opponent when it came to sex. Anya 's inside were warm but not hot, and almost tickled my cock as she rode me, as opposed to Demie 's demanding depths.

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

I 'm not really describing this well. Anya 's insides were n't really tickling me, but it felt very pleasant, like a plume massage. I 'm not really a poet ... it felt amazing, okay ?

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

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

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

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

'' Mmm, '' Anya sighed as I thrust into her. `` Centuries have passed since such a matter has happened ... ohh ... I be not as young as I was. ``

'Aw ...'I thought, dejected.

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

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

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

I pushed myself up in order to gaze at that smashed torso as I made making love to it. Her hands moved to massage her low, impertinent bosom, 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 body. Demie knew just what push to push to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some Dame Muriel Spark in her friend as well.

Anya broke the kiss, whispering into my ear, `` Ohhh ... yes, do give me yer seed, 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 fecundation talk of the town and the feeling of Demie 's hind end cuddling my butthole.

'' Ye are so deep ! Yes ! Fill me with life-time ... now ! '' And then I felt those butterfly around my cock again, but this metre 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 infuse the divinity beauty.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.

Only for a moment, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the former face of the couch. When my psyche stopped spinning I saw her very well ass pointed at me, her tail whipping back and Forth as she buried her side into Anya 's cooch.

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

Within 30 arcsecond Anya was cumming again, shaking in pleasure. When she recovered she caressed Demie 's font with her hand. `` I will forgive the violation, 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 putz 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 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 optic. `` Know what I did after you shot her full of cum ? ``

I shook my head.

'' I wanted your natator to suffer the best fortune, so I took my tongue and pushed your cum as rich inside her as I could, like thissss ... '' And then her spit extended like a Snake River, undulating and then thrusting outward like a penis.

Holy diddley ! The view that Demie had pushed my slight soldiers all the way into Anya 's womb set me off again. `` Uhh ! screw ! ``

'' 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 principal into the twist of my shoulder, her mitt playacting with my chest hair.

This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We 'd never had any sort of `` pillow talking, '' 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 little smile. `` Only about 40 years. She helped me with something and I finally managed to pay her backrest tonight. ``

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

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

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

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

I thought about it. That sport had some fagot, King Oberon and Queen ... 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 atonement ? ``

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

To be continued ...