“Her stepfather is an abusive prick,” Demie said, eyeing the creature with Siobhan’s face and body as it waited for its mistress’ commands.
Anya smiled. “I hope he do like pain then. Changelings do not live long, but they will not accept mistreatment.”
They returned “Siobhan” to her home. Watching from outside, the pair saw through the front window as her mother hugged what she thought was her daughter with joy. As the fairytale pair walked away from the house they paused as they heard the stepfather start to yell.
They heard the sound of a slap, followed by an unearthly shriek, and then a man’s scream of pain.
Satisfied, they continued walking.
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“Be ready for us,” Demie had said. I was pretty sure what she meant, so I got the volcano vape ready, queued up some more mood music, and put the rest 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 artificial scent would probably turn off a natural creature like Anya.
And then I waited…and waited. I felt like a cross 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 fairy 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 have been Tinkerbell with a growth spell for all I knew.
And then I knew that they were back, even though I hadn’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 couch, watching the door. A couple of minutes 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 wasn’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 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 movies I like, though I think most of it must have seemed like I was speaking another language 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 thighs. Both women oozed sexuality, 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 kissing. I held her face as we made out.
Demie undid my fly and fished out my hard cock. She began to whack me off and I moved my hands to Anya’s chest, massaging her smaller breasts through her ephemeral blouse. Her clothes disappeared and then I was fondling flesh.
I moved my mouth to Anya’s neck, making her gasp. My arms slipped lower, caressing her hips. I laid her back. I could feel Demie’s mouth surround my cock. So hot!
I slipped down further to taste Anya’s pussy. Her bush, like Demie’s, was unshaven. Unlike the demon’s, it was an earthy green. As I licked at her outer lips 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 back. My mouth was no longer lined up with Anya’s nethers so she adjusted herself to squat over my face as I felt Demie’s scalding pussy surround my dick. She was back in demon form now.
I used two fingers to penetrate Anya’s pussy as I licked her clit. She gasped and I continued pleasuring her until I felt her insides squeeze my fingers as she softly moaned and came.
I don’t know how I hadn’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 cock as Anya mounted me.
These two women were definitely polar opposites when it came to sex. Anya’s insides were warm but not hot, and almost tickled my cock as she rode me, as opposed to Demie’s demanding depths.
My ministrations yielded me some of Demie’s spiced rum flavored cum in my mouth 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 weren’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 missionary position. 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 time, 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 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 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 punctuate that thought.
My mind boggled at the idea. 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 tight body as I made love to it. Her hands moved to massage her small, pert breasts, 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 buttons to push to get me going, and it seemed that she had activated some 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 impregnation talk and the feeling of Demie’s tail caressing my butthole.
“Ye are so deep! Yes! Fill me with life…now!” And then I felt those butterflies 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 immortal beauty.
Finally, I collapsed on top of her, spent.
Only for a moment, though, as Demie grabbed me and tossed me to the other side 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 back, her mouth open in pleasure as Demie licked her pussy.
Within 30 seconds Anya was cumming again, shaking in pleasure. When she recovered she caressed Demie’s face with her hand. “I will forgive the trespass, 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 kiss for me that brought my dick back to life. She gave it another of those appraising looks as she stepped into the portal 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 tongue and pushed 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 into the crook of my shoulder, her hand playing with my chest hair.
This was odd. She usually just left after sex. We’d never had any sort of “pillow talk,” 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 back tonight.”
I wasn’t going to ask any details on that. Demie sometimes got bitchy if I showed interest 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 don’t know? What do they teach you kids in school these days, dummy?”
“Well, um, I…”
“No Shakespeare? Midsummer Night’s Dream?” Demie got up off of the bed and admired her form 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 gonna get Oberon knocking on my door demanding satisfaction?”
Demie turned back to me with that mischievous smile. “Mayhap.”
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