When I got home Friday evening I grabbed a beer and plopped my ass down on the couch. I was tired! It had been almost two weeks since Demie had come into my life but sometimes it felt like longer...months...years?
I heard a cat howling outside. One of the neighbors hadn't gotten her fixed so she was calling out for the local toms* to come put some kittens in her belly. The thought gave my dick a little pep. Cripes, my newfound impregnation kink knew no bounds!
(* The irony of the official name of a male cat matching my own was not immediately obvious.)
I gave it some thought. So far I might have impregnated my co-worker Carrie, my neighbor Erica, and fairy queen Anya!
It's not that I wanted kids - far from it! - but the thought that I could have impregnated those women was the titillating part. That thrill of shooting my seed into an unprotected woman's fertile depths...when you're in the moment it's overwhelming. I didn't think I could go back to condoms, and since Demie couldn't get pregnant herself I didn't really have to. Of course, Demie being infertile kind of lowered her from a 10 to a 9 in my head, not that I would ever tell her that!
Ah Hell...when Demie was fucking me she was always ever a 10...an 11! A million! She was sex incarnate, and I was a lucky bastard to have her.
DID I have her? No, she had me. My soul was hers, my body was hers whenever she wanted it, and I was lucky to be alive, let alone regularly fucking a succubus.
"Rooowwwwrrrrr..." The caterwauling continued.
I finished my beer and headed down the hall toward my bathroom to pee. As I passed the broom closet I noticed the door was slightly open.
Wait...I didn't HAVE a broom closet...
Slowly and quietly, I opened the door a bit more and peered in.
I pulled my head back from the opening. Nope. Nope, that ain't right, I thought.
I continued into my bedroom and looked to where its wall constrained that side of the closet. I then retreated back into the living room and looked at how its wall would be the boundary for the side of the closet opposite of that. Finally, I poked my head out the window to confirm that the outside wall of the building was unbroken. There was for sure room enough for a small closet, but...
I opened the closet door wide. After the three feet of width and depth that would have been expected for the dimensions I had just eyeballed, the space opened wide into what seemed to be a laboratory, with stone walls, test tubes and other beakery (was that a word?) on tables and...was that a cauldron bubbling in the corner? Candles on sticks flickered here and there, giving the place a spooky atmosphere.
First a demon, then a harpy, a fairy queen, and now...a witch or wizard had come into MY HOME uninvited?! I was pissed.
Not so pissed that I was going to barrel in, though. A witch might turn me into a newt! (Would I get better?)
I carefully stepped into the entryway. I felt claustrophobic all of a sudden, like I had stepped into a closet sized space and there wasn't actually a large room in front of me, even though I could see it.
I then stepped into the lab proper and the claustrophobia vanished. There was a strange feeling of sudden movement, almost vertigo, and I had to put my arms out to steady myself. It passed quickly and then my nose was assaulted by a sharp acidic odor. In addition, the temperature dropped a couple of degrees.
I looked behind me and saw my open closet space and the hallway beyond. Just to be sure, I stepped back into my apartment. Again there was the strange shifting feeling, though less this time, and the odor was gone. The temperature was normal again.
"Demie?" I hissed into the living room. It was unlikely that she was here, but she would know what to do about this better than me.
I waited. Nothing.
Sighing, I went back into the lab. There was another slightly open door near the corner opposite the cauldron, so I went there.
"Hello...?" I said as I opened it wide.
There was a gasp and I saw a young woman with raven dark hair and dark eyes turn toward me...and she was naked! All I caught was that she was pretty, slim, with toned legs and conical smaller breasts. Then she was suddenly clothed in a long, tight black dress and I was sailing backward through the air.
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My head was ringing. Why didn't someone answer it?
Oh, right...consciousness...I missed it. I opened my eyes. The dark haired girl was sitting next to me, still clothed in that dark dress and looking at me with concern. I seemed to be lying on my back on a bed. Based on the stone walls around me it appeared that I was still in that strange new area attached to my broom closet.
The girl spoke: "You're...Tom, right? I'm sorry, you startled me. I fixed your skull and there shouldn't be any brain damage, okay?"
Brain damage? I sat up, too fast. The room tilted and my head fell back, thankfully onto a soft pillow.
