2017 Bestiality story: I Dream of Demie – Chapter 1.2
Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Pregnant, Reluctance
My cock was so hard it could mash potatoes by this point. I wiped my chin, lined up, and shoved all the way in, hard.
“Aahh!” she cried out. I started to ram her hard and fast. She was mumbling, “Oh doG, again…” And then she was cumming again, this time on my cock.
I was able to keep from cumming this time, but barely. I mashed our pelvises together, angling the head of my cock to rub against her g-spot. Within a few minutes I had her cumming again. As before, the incredible squeezing of her infernal insides demanded that I fill her up with my cum, and I did, with the biggest release of my life up to that point. I must have been spurting semen for a good 30 seconds.
I laid down on her ample chest, gasping for breath. When I had recovered I pulled out and fell back on my pillow. Then she was gone again, her swishing tail the last thing I saw. I had absolutely no energy left so consciousness abandoned me moments later.
The alarm woke me way too early, even though I had given myself 7 hours to sleep. Demie’s nocturnal visit had taken…how long? I had no idea. I felt like I hadn’t even recharged a quarter of the way overnight. I played tag with the snooze button until I only had time to throw on some clothes and rush to work.
I work as a mid-level programmer for a run-of-the-mill video game company. I work on some of the graphic implementations in the games. Boring shit, and I barely need to concentrate to do it. That’s good, as I didn’t have the wherewithal to do a more strenuous job that day.
I had a meeting with the marketing department about the way they wanted our logo to show on the splash screens of our new games. I showed Beth, the Marketing Manager (an older but attractive slim brunette) and Carrie, a voluptuous blonde I’d always had a crush on, a couple of ideas as they leaned over my chair to see my screen. Then the weird thing happened.
“You smell good,” Beth said, her hand touching my shoulder.
Carrie spoke up at my other shoulder, “He does, doesn’t he?” She was likewise touching me now.
I was frozen in place as both women’s hands started to squeeze and rub my shoulders. “What is that scent you’re wearing, Tom?” Beth asked. “I think I’ll get it for my husband.”
Scent? What was going on? Both women were now focusing entirely on me rather than my work on the screen. Carrie brought her head close to my neck, sniffing. My cock started to get hard at the intimate contact from the two sexy ladies. Both women moved their faces and hands down my chest towards my lap.
“It’s here,” said Carrie, as she reached my crotch, sniffing audibly. Both women were breathing heavy as their hands got closer to the prize.
My cock…could it be…? I hadn’t had time to shower this morning, so the scent of Demie’s sex, however faint, was probably still on me.
I had a cubicle so there was a little privacy, but anyone might hear what these ladies were saying to me, and I certainly couldn’t let this go any further there. I jumped up, my hardon tenting out the front of my jeans. “Um, sorry…I…should take care of this.”
“Let us help you,” called Beth as I moved into the aisle toward the washroom.
I called back, “No, it’s fine…I’ve got it.” I hurried down the hall, around the corner and into the washroom. I closed the door and took a deep breath.
I paused, listening.
“Hello?” I called out.
“Let me in,” said the female voice outside the door.
“Uh…who is it?”
I thought about it for a moment but my hardened cock decided my course. I opened the door.
She rushed in, closing and locking the door behind her. She got down on her knees, pulling at my zipper. “I’ll help you with that.”
I seemed to recall Carrie might have been married. Was she happily married? Did it matter at this point? No, it didn’t.
She freed my hard cock and sucked it into her mouth. I groaned and held her head as she bobbed back and forth on it. Fuck that felt good. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that this hot blonde co-worker would have chased me into the washroom to suck my cock. After a few minutes she gave me a big hard suck and let go.
She stood up and pulled her panties down, then bent over the sink and pulled her skirt up, revealing her nicely rounded ass. “I’m so fucking wet,” she said.
I didn’t need any more invitation. I lined my cock up with her wet hole and pushed in slowly. It felt good, nice and tight. Maybe she had been having problems with her husband so she hadn’t had sex in a while. Was that why she had followed me to the washroom but Beth hadn’t? Why the hell was I trying to rationalize anything by this point?
I pushed in halfway and pulled mostly out, pausing. She sounded frustrated so I pushed in 3/4 of the way. Carrie gasped. I did it again, only going back in halfway this time. More frustrated noise. I pulled almost all the way out and held it there.
“Oh God, fuck me! Please!” she cried. I shoved my cock all the way in, easily done with all the lubrication she had produced. “Yes! Oh yes!”
I fucked her rhythmically and she started to cum after another minute. Luckily she wasn’t a screamer. I was able to hold back my own cum, and then really started to pound her. As I started to build to my own orgasm I wondered if she was on the pill or if I should pull out. She hadn’t mentioned anything, though, and it should have been obvious to her that I was getting close, so I figured she’d say something or would have asked for a condom if it was a problem.
She was building to her own climax as I reached mine. My grunt and the feeling of my sperm splashing her insides set her off again. “Unhh! Ohh! Yes! Uhh!” Her spasming pussy sucked the rest of the seed from my cock.
I pulled out and leaned back against the wall, recovering. Carrie had come to her senses again, it seemed, and squatted over the toilet, pushing my cum out of her. She noticed my worried look. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, smiling, “it should be fine.”
She left the washroom after she cleaned up and I remained. I used water and toilet paper to get as much sex smell off of my junk as I could. I wasn’t going to get any work done if women were accosting me all day! Neither Carrie nor Beth contacted me again that week beyond Beth sending me an email of what she wanted to do with the logo on the splash screen, so it seemed that whatever effect the scent had was only temporary.
When I got home Demie was on the couch watching Gilligan’s Island on the retro channel on TV. She still had the amalgam look of Laura/Janis/Demi, whose looks actually worked really well together.
One glance and I was as easy to read as a book to her. “You’ve fucked some other woman,” she stated, looking flatly at me.
I was as a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck. “Uh…is that…a problem…?” I just about stuttered out. I had seen enough to know that Demie was strong enough to quite literally rip me limb from limb if she was so inclined.
She got up from the couch and clip clopped over to me, staring into my eyes with that piercing glowy red gaze. Unlike the first time she did it, though, I wasn’t mesmerized. After a moment she softened. “No,” she said. “It’s fine. Hope you enjoyed yourself, stud.” She sat back down.
I was pretty sure she wasn’t mad, but I didn’t want to just let this pass. I sat down next to her. “Did…you want to be exclusive? We didn’t have a chance to talk about it before.” Yeah, I was too busy trying not to die!
She laughed, a moment of unguarded amusement causing her horns to grow a little. “Ha ha…we’re not married! My kind doesn’t form those kinds of attachments, Tom.” I noticed she had used my name again, instead of calling me “mortal” or “dummy”…what did that mean?
We toked up again, and sure enough, she got horny as a goat again. I took her from behind, pulling on her tail to ram harder into her excruciatingly hot pussy before she orgasmed and I filled her up with my cum.
Again, she left immediately after. You know, some men say that a woman who fucks you and then fucks off is ideal, but it kinda left me feeling a bit empty and alone. I’m damned, though, so I should count my blessings when I find them. Damned and blessed? Only me…
Demie actually didn’t come back for several days. I was thinking about going out looking for her on Wednesday night but what was I going to do if I found her and she didn’t want to come with me? She certainly knew how to take care of herself. Still, I worried. What a shmuck I am.
When I got back from work on Friday there she was, naked on my couch, her legs spread and crotch pointing towards the door as I opened it. Old Mrs. Abercrombie, walking by to get to her own apartment, gasped as she saw past me. I quickly rushed in and slammed the door.
As always, the sight of her infernal beauty inflamed my cock almost instantly. I almost swooned due to the rush of blood from my head to my penis. I caught myself on the entryway table. Demie licked her lips. Her skin was very red today.
She was voracious. After I had jammed my cock into her hot cooch and brought her to a quick orgasm she had shoved me to the floor and reverse cowgirled me, her tail smacking me lightly across the face as she bounced on my cock.
We switched to me ramming Demie from behind while she was bent over the back of the couch. The position reminded me of when I had fucked Carrie at the office earlier in the week. Unbidden, the image of Carrie squatting over the toilet, trying to get my cum out of her pussy entered my mind…had she been safe?
Demie’s skin changed as I sawed into her, going pink. Her body was changing, the tail disappearing. She turned to look back at me with Carrie’s face.
Carrie’s voice came from her lips, “Oh, Tom, don’t cum in me…I could get pregnant!”
Holy shit! I realized that Demie’s pussy had actually changed shape a little too…it was now tighter like Carrie’s had been. Not that Demie’s pussy wasn’t tight, but Carrie’s was just a little tighter.
I had slowed down a little when the change occurred, and Demie with Carrie’s face started to push her ass back at me, urging me on. I picked up speed again, fucking her harder.
Demie/Carrie spoke back at me again, “Do you want to put a baby in me, Tom? Is that what you want?” Carrie’s eyes looked back at me with fear, but also desire.
My hips were a blur now as I slammed into her repeatedly. Her naughty words spurred me on, and I was getting close.
“Do it…fuck a baby into me, Tom!”
I bellowed like a bull and jammed my cock in all the way inside her. I blasted cum deep inside Demie’s/Carrie’s pussy…it seemed like it would never end.
I collapsed on her back, huffing and puffing like I’d run a marathon. The thought that I might have impregnated Carrie earlier in the week had been a worry, but also a major turn-on, and Demie had homed in on it, giving me the strongest orgasm in my life with her fantasy-fulfilling shapeshifting ability.
I again slept for 16 hours, waking up Saturday afternoon. Demie was once again gone, so I showered and ate while I waited for her return.
As I ate my waffles I wondered about her obvious telepathic ability. Could she fully read my mind? She had shapeshifted a number of times based on what I had been thinking about, but usually to enhance the sex. However, she had known I’d had sex with Carrie when I came home earlier in the week. Maybe she was only telepathic about sexy things? It stood to reason, her being a succubus and all.
I played some online games and it got to be evening. I figured Demie wasn’t coming home — hm, was this her home? I was assuming, but maybe she found somewhere else to stay, since she went out so often. She reminded me of a cat in the way she would come and go as she pleased.
At about 2 AM the front door opened. In came Demie and…a hot redhead! I stood up, adjusting my hair to look as good as I could quickly.
The redhead looked to be in her early 20’s, with lots of curls, freckles, a tight green blouse under her coat, and a black miniskirt with black tights. She was obviously tipsy, but not falling down drunk.
Demie spoke up as she saw me, “Hey Tom, Jessi and I have been talking about you. I said she should come and have some fun with us.”
Jessi gave me an appraising look as she dropped her coat onto the couch. “Heyyy Tom…Demie tells me you’re a fantastic lover, and doesn’t mind sharing…do youuu mind?” She had knelt on the couch by now, bending over and crossing her arms so her chin rested on them on the back of the couch, facing me. I could see a pink bra down her blouse. She was so cute!
Feeling like I had just won the lottery, I responded, “Don’t mind at all!” and walked up to them.
Demie patted the couch next to Jessi and I flopped there. Jessi turned to face me and Demie went to the other side of the hot redhead.
Jessi leaned forward. “Demie says she doesn’t kiss…do you kiss, Tom?” She was really close now.
In answer I took her face in my hands and planted a hot, wet one on her. Her tongue snaked into my mouth. Hot damn, I missed kissing! Nothing like the thought that you’d die if you kissed your…girlfriend?…to turn you off of it.
As I snogged Jessi, Demie massaged the slim redhead’s shoulders, then reached around to unbutton Jessi’s blouse. She didn’t object. Jessi ran her hands over my chest as we kissed and I moved my lips to her neck. She gasped at the intimate contact.
As I nibbled on Jessi’s earlobe I noticed that Demi’s features had become more human. The horns were gone, and presumably the tail was as well. I looked down her legs and saw sandal-covered feet instead of hooves. Demie caught me looking and pointed two fingers first at her eyes, then to Jessi. She also mouthed, “dum-mee.”
Right…no time to be distracted! Demie removed the girl’s blouse, showing off the pink bra covering a pair of smaller boobs. I revised my estimation of the girl’s age to 21 at most…maybe she had even lied about her age in order to go drinking.
My kisses went lower, licking and nibbling along Jessi’s freckled collarbone. The girl was very turned on by now, and Demie got her bra off quickly. My mouth surrounded one of Jessi’s tiny pink nipples, my hand massaging her other small, cream-colored breast.
Demie and I had Jessi whipped up to a lather in no time. The girl lay back on the couch as Demie sucked on her nipples and I pulled her tights, skirt and pink panties off. I got up, whipped off my shirt and pants, and then paused.
“I should get a condom,” I said, moving towards the bedroom.
Demie turned Jessi’s head toward her and held her gaze. “No,” Demie said, “it’s fine. Tom’s healthy, and I promise you won’t get pregnant.”
I paused. Demie had just put the whammy on the girl, who now looked dazed. I knew what that felt like.
Demie then looked at me. “Trust me,” she said. No whammy for me this time, but I wasn’t going to argue.
I returned to the couch. My cock was rock hard.
Jessi blinked, then seemed to snap out of her trance. “It’s fine,” she said to me as she looked at my cock, licking her lips.
I never fuck women without making sure they have sufficient lubrication, so I went down on Jessi first. Her pink pussy was very cute, like her, and it took me a little effort to find her clitoris, but I made sure to get her nice and wet before I moved back up her body to line my cock up.
Demie was naked as well. I didn’t see her do that, but I knew because her clothes were part of her that it could have happened at any point.
My penis was leaking precum as I pushed it into the vaginal folds of the sexy young woman beneath me. I wondered if Jessi was actually safe and my newly discovered impregnation kink made me hope she wasn’t. Well, yes but not really, y’know? I didn’t *actually* want to make the girl pregnant, but the thought that I could…
I pushed in. The girl was very tight, even with my going down on her earlier.
She moaned, “Mmm…” It took a number of smaller penetrations with the head of my penis, but then it got easier to push more of myself inside. It felt good…really good. Not as good as with Demie, but the forbidden aspect of fucking a possibly fertile young woman unprotected made it super hot.
Jessi put her shapely legs around the small of my back, urging me deeper within her. I kissed her as I started to get a good rhythm going. Demie licked at Jessi’s nipples as I fucked the girl beneath me.
After a few minutes I could feel Jessi tense up and then her pussy started to pulse. She broke our kiss to cry out softly as she came on my cock: “Oh! Ooh! Uhhh!”
I was able to hold off on my orgasm, but just barely. I pulled out and sat back on the couch. After Jessi recovered she clambered onto my lap and settled her pussy down on my cock. It went in easily, and she started to move up and down. Her small boobies bounced lightly as she did so, and I clamped my mouth to the one I hadn’t sucked on earlier.
Jessi gasped, bouncing harder in my lap. I was getting close…
I felt Demie get up from where she had been kneeling and move around to the back of the couch. I felt her mouth at my ear and she whispered so only I could hear, “She’s fertile right now. You could totally knock her up if you came inside her. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get pregnant.”
I should have wondered how Demie could keep that promise. Maybe some part of me thought Demie had some sort of magic that would make my sperm not work or something. I was a stupid fucking idiot.
I leaned my head back and looked at the face of the beautiful young redhead as she bounced on my cock. I was getting really close now…
Jessi saw Demie standing behind me. She smiled at the demon.
I cried out as I started to cum.
Jessi stopped bouncing and gasped, “Oh!” as she felt the pressure of the semen rushing up my cock.
That’s when Demie leaned forward and kissed Jessi on the mouth.
The result was instantaneous: Jessi’s pussy clamped down *hard* on my cock, spasming as the poor, cute redhead went into the greatest orgasm of her young life. My cum hosed out of my penis and coated the insides of the girl’s ultra orgasmic vagina, shooting through the mouth of her spasming cervix, which repeatedly opened and closed in an orgasmic fit. I would have certainly become a father that day, if not for…
Jessi collapsed onto me, no longer breathing. I could feel her bowels empty as piss and shit, no longer held in by living muscles, spattered all over my lap and couch.
After a few seconds of shocked silence I shoved the dead girl to the side and onto the couch. Her eyes were still open, and a smile of complete bliss remained frozen on her face.
I looked back at Demie, standing there with a big smile of her own. “Mmm…” She licked her lips as though she had just finished a fine steak dinner.
What had I done? I was thoroughly damned.
To be continued…
Parent Post: I Dream of Demie – by KrosisOfTheCollective
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 1.2
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 2: A New Couch
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 3 - Thinking With the Wrong Head
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 4: A Tail and Two Titties
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 5: Clucking Hell
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 6: A Midsummer Night's Scream
- I Dream of Demie - Chapter 7: Kate and Cat