Amun Al-Massri's Dorm

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The room is intended to be warm and cozy. True to his Egyptian heritage, his room, per his request, has been painted terra cotta. The bed sits in between two curtained windows and has a tented canopy of Egyptian cotton that hangs down and can obscure the bed from view, or be tied open to create four corners. His closet has no door but instead a wooden-beaded curtain in typical Egyptian style. Off to the side is a bathroom with a square tub and a large vanity. He has no desk, rather a comfortable poof on the floor that he lounges with his laptop. Next to the wall is a small fridge the he keeps well stocked as well as his entertainment center, complete with TV, DVD player, and stereo. He has a few other seats for guests, round burnt orange poofs that are lined neatly against the furthest wall.

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As soon as Amun entered the place, he was pleased to see that his father had seen to his personal comforts. The room was as warm and inviting as a rug in front of a crackling fire, just the way he liked it. Partly due to his life of luxury, Amun had a flare for the finer things, but being an incubus made him dependent on how much he could get others to trust him. His room was his evil sanctuary and was where he would do the majority of his feeding until he could find a woman to slake his demonic thirsts. Immediately, he threw open his suitcases and began hanging up his clothes in his closet, sending the beaded curtain swinging and swaying each time he passed. Once they were empty, Amun tucked his suitcases neatly in the back of his closet and then flopped onto his bed. He debated going to the welcome dinner and decided he didn't want to wear out his welcome with the punk girl so soon. She seemed casual about sex but somehow not terribly easy to get into bed when she knew you were interested. He'd show up at her party and see what fun there was to be had. Leaning off his bed, he opened the mini-fridge and pulled out a neat box of Ful Medame, one of Egypt's national dishes, and began eating.

When he was finished, Amun discarded the plastic tray into the trashcan and licked clean his fingers as he relaxed on his bed. Sighing in utter satisfaction, he clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, deciding to search the area for anyone asleep using his demonic powers to sense the sleeping and penetrate their dreams. He doubted that, at this early hour, anyone would be taking a nap, but it never hurt to try... He let his body become still as if in repose, his mind's eye hunting down any sign of an unguarded mind. It didn't take long before he detected a sleeping form and instantly entered the dream of whoever was asleep in NE 3rd Hall North 128...

This next post is dirty. Skip it and go to the next if you don't wanna read.

As he lay there, his eyes closed while he used his mental powers to puppeteer Melinda's dream in any way he pleased, Amun fished into his pants and pulled out his shaft, which hardened easily at the touch. Gripping himself, he stroked slowly for several minutes, a tease and nothing more really, as he reacted physically to the images he was feeding Melinda. This bitch was so easy - god he loved humans. So repressed and so different when you got between the sheets than with any other race. Vampires all wanted to suck blood while they fucked, werewolves all wanted to shift a little as they rutted, mind readers always slapped him for his increasingly dirty thoughts, and mermaids, well, he wasn't going there. But humans, they were so malleable, so untarnished and impressionable. The perfect angelic snacks to feed his lust with. Eventually, Amun's fist gripped himself tighter and began to pump a little faster, using this dream as the soft kind of porn a girl would like, but porn nevertheless. However, when he realized that she was a little kinky the incubus had to purposely not shift his 'Tristan' into a demon that would tie her down, torture her, and then rape her soft, tender body until she was so used and tired that she couldn't stand. Sweat beaded at his brow and finally, his stomach convulsed and a long line of seed spurted from the tip straight up into the air like a geyser, followed by several others of equal intensity. By the time he was finished, his chin, neck, stomach, chest, thighs, and hands were completely covered in his essence and he was panting in pure satisfaction. Taking a deep breath, he opened his soft brown eyes and licked a finger clean, then another, and soon was scraping the remains of his pleasure from his smooth, tan skin and gulping it down as if he'd never had such a thirst before.

He then sat up and stripped his clothes off, his manhood still half-hard and swinging as he walked into the bathroom and took a much needed shower. There was a party tonight after all, and he wasn't sure, but he thought that maybe, maybe he could get lucky with that punk girl. She looked like the type to do all kinds of dirty things in bed...

Stepping from the shower, Amun toweled himself dry, allowing his neat hair to hang momentarily disheveled in his eyes as he crossed, nude, into his luxe room. The beaded curtain before his closet parted around his golden body and he quickly picked out his outfit. First he stepped into a pair of black boxer briefs, followed by a splash of cologne from the shelf in his closet. Then, he pulled up a pair of black pants with a neat white pinstripe and buttoned them. Next, all he had to do was yank on a black t-shirt and he was ready. He didn't bother to check himself in the mirror, he knew he looked good. Slipping on a pair of black sneakers, Amun headed out into the hall.

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Never Ending Nightmare * Never Ending Dorms * Start Never Ending Nightmare

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