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NE 3rd Hall North 128
The room is painted a light purple. The comforter is light purple, the sheets a darker purple, her pillows a dark purple as well. There's a mahogany wooden desk in the corner next to a huge matching bookcase. The bookcase is overflowing with books that spill onto the floor, next to that is a gray cat bed. A sweater hangs on a hook next to the door, on the neighboring wall there's a bathroom and closet.
Melinda entered, her cat, Plato, shoved past her and into the room. He jumped into his bed and settled down. Melinda dropped her stuff and sat on her bed. After sometime she stood, ran her fingers through her hand and exited to
Never Ending 3rd Hall North.
Melinda reentered her room. She immediately went to her truck and opened it. Leaning over she rummaged around in her trunk. Her whole torso disappeared inside. She had charmed it so it had a undetectable extension. She finally came up victorious with a book. She threw the book on her bed and slipped off her shoes. She then shimmed out of her dress, and stripped down. She then slipped into a over sized tee shirt. She crawled into bed and picked up her book. A few minutes later she was asleep.
Amun entered her dream, using his demonic powers to simply observe the dream that the person was having. He was unable to identify who the person was unless something in the dream gave it away, so for the time being he remained passive, a fly on the wall if you will, to acclimate himself to the surroundings to know how best to manipulate the dream to his liking.
A young Melinda fled down the hall, her eyes wide, it was clear she was terrified. The older Melinda stood watching as her young self ran to a door and slipped in a room. Her younger self went to her mother, a woman that looked much like Melinda except her eye were green. "Mommy. Mommy. What's going on? I heard a noise!" "Shh Melinda. Don't worry. I need you to stay very quite for Mommy. Can you do that sweetie?" Her younger self nodded as tears streamed down Melinda's cheeks as she watched her mother hug her. "That's my good girl. Now I need you to hide in my closet, and don't come out until someone you know gets here. Do you understand sweetheart? Yes? That's my brave girl. Now go. I love you." "I love you too Mommy." Young Melinda went inside her mothers closet, crawling into the back corner. A noise could be heard form the hall, a banging and the breaking of glass. Suddenly there was a banging on the door. Melinda was silently crying, while her younger self grow more and more terrified.
It took only a moment for Amun to spot the young girl and then the older one, standing to the side like a statue forced to watch the same television channel over and over. He could feel the tension ringing in his ears as Melinda's dream tumbled further and further into nightmare. Now that he saw her, he recognized the girl as the one who had shown him his room. When he heard the pounding on the door, Amun seized his opportunity to shift the nightmare into something infinitely more pleasurable for himself. Pushing himself further into her dream, he began to pull strings, like a master puppeteer and suddenly the panicky feelings began to subside as the pounding turned into a polite knocking and Amun assumed position on the other side of the door. As a final touch, he shifted subtly the residence to be one that neither of them knew, neutral ground of sorts since he didn't want to share her with her powerful feelings of dread and terror. The change was not drastic, mostly it happened footstep by footstep as he lured her older self out of the trance she'd been stuck in to open the door of this new, faintly familiar place to see who was on the other side of the door...
As the world around her changed Melinda blinked. The tears slowed, but didn't stop. Her big blue eyes were tinged with red. She calmed and realized she was no longer trapped. She looked around finding her new surroundings oddly familiar, yet not. She felt a strong pull towards the door, as if someone wanted her to open it. She cautiously stepped to the door, barefoot. Her tears had slowed so much so that only one ran down her cheek. She took the doorknob and turned it, tilting her head confused, sending her black waves swaying. She stood before Amun in a soft flow-y white dress, she did not know why but she was always in this dress in her dreams. She blinked at him, not sure what to do, this had never happened before.
Amun had shifted his appearance directly before she opened the door, figuring it would be best to keep himself anonymous for the first few encounters. Instead of his usual Egyptian allure, at the door stood a sandy blonde boy with his hair cut close to his head and a splash of freckles underneath his honey brown eyes. He looked pleasant, like the boy next door and, upon further inspection, a comfortable neighborhood scene was playing behind him. The sun was shining, the sky was clear with only a few puffy cumulus clouds drifting in patterns across the vivid blue of the sky. "Hey Lin," he said, using a nickname he hoped she'd accept as he flashed her a huge smile and leaned forward to casually wrap a hand around her waist and kiss her cheek. His chin was dappled with a bit of stubble, making himself appear a bit older than Amun really was. His physique was athletic, neither small nor large. He stepped inside the house and shut the door behind him. "Something wrong, babe?" he asked, wiping a tear away with his thumb.
Melinda looked up at the boy in front of her, a bit dumbstruck. Who the hell was he? She peeked around him at the neighbor hood, then glanced back up at the boy. He'd called her Lin, the last one to do that had been Toby, her best friend. Her blue eyes widened as he wrapped a hand, that seemed larger then her tiny waist, around her. She smiled when he kissed her cheek, feeling the stubble scrape across her jaw. She couldn't help smiling, she felt she already knew the boy already. She tilted her head up so she could still look at him as he stepped inside. She looked slightly confused. "Who are you?" She let him wipe her tear away as she watched him curiously.
Thinking of a name for himself, Amun gave her a confused and hesitant smile, as if her perplexed behavior caught him off guard. "Uhhh... Tristan? Your boyfriend?" he clarified as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He shook his head and pulled her close, guiding them over to the comfortably furnished living room and plopping down on the couch, pulling her onto his lap. "Seriously babe, something wrong?" he asked, this time a touch more seriously as he stroked her black waves from her face. "You seem all tense..." he remarked, pushing her hair over her shoulder to expose the curve of her neck. He sunk his nose into her pulse and kissed softly. "Maybe we should try your favorite way of stress relief?" he asked, looking up from her throat and flashing her a playful grin.
"Boyfriend??!?!" Melinda repeated with a obvious doubt. She pondered this as Amun pulled her close and guided her to the couch. As he tugged her onto his lap she complied, straddling it. She searched his face, as familiar as it seemed, she just couldn't remember a Tristan. Then again this was only a dream. Melinda stiffened as he stroked her hair. She didn't bother to reply to his question. Something was always wrong in her world. Her cheeks burned when he kissed her neck but the moment he spoke again she looked like a deer in headlight rather then a embarrassed girl. "My WHAT?!?!" Her voice cracked. What was going on, this was highly unusual.
A shy one, it seemed. Amun was secretly a bit annoyed but he didn't allow his dream persona to show any of it. If a bit of reassurance was all it took to be able to feed properly then he'd take it. Tristan laughed and smoothed his hands up her back, making sure not to linger too long over her bra straps so that she felt attacked instead of soothed. "All right, no hanky panky," he said with a mock pout on his handsome, fair skinned face. Tristan grinned at Melinda and leaned forward to embrace her, holding her to his chest as his hands stroked up and down her back in a comforting gesture. One hand slid up her neck and cradled the back of her head to his shoulder, idly playing with the thick black hair he found there. "Were you having another nightmare?" he asked softly.
Melinda couldn't help letting out a little giggle when he said hanky panky. Who the hell was this guy? No guy she knew said hanky panky, at least no guy this handsome. Not that usually any handsome guys would even think about doing that with her, this was weird. She reluctantly let him pull her into a hug, burying her face in his neck, unable to deny that this felt nice. She took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. A befuddled expression settled on her face, her lips pursing into the soft skin on his neck. She had never told anyone about her nightmares, her friends couldn't understand and she didn't want to worry her father. She just nodded into his neck, her eyes watering. "How did you know." she whispered into his neck.
"You always cry when you have nightmares," Tristan replied, reminding her of how he'd wiped the tear from her face when he first walked in. He made it sound as if they had shared a bed on multiple occasions - pretending to fit the perfect boyfriend role wasn't always the most fun but it certainly could lead to more and more dreams, especially if Melinda suffered from nightmares. Who wouldn't prefer a bit of horizontal boogie-ing over a traumatic nightmare? He hushed her softly, a gentle "shhhhhhh" coming from his lips as he dappled the side of her head with small kisses, pushing his lips into her hair. Too bad it was a dream, the girl was pretty hot and he wished he could actually smell her, but, alas, he would have to take but one step at a time. Deciding that his comforting touch didn't have to be purely platonic, Amun slid his hands up the back of her shirt, touching her warm skin with his own and tickling her a little on her sides, keeping an eye on her face to make sure she wasn't hesitant.
Uttering a small gasp Melinda realized that Tristan must have been with her when she had woken up more then once to know this. Her walls came tumbling down, she let him in. She let him kiss her face, moving with his lips. She closed her blue eyes for a moment with a smile. Whatever this was she defiantly preferred it to her nightmare. She started to wish it wasn't a dream, but that was impossible since this boy wasn't real. Her breath hitched when he slid his hands up the back of her dress. She shivered slightly, blushing softly with a smile.
Yesssssss, he purred in his mind, his demonic sense of competition positively glowing with pride like a dark ember. Girls were so much fun - the noises they made, the way they liked to hold onto a man, the smooth swell of their hips... Tristan hooked his chin over her shoulder, forcing her to stay near in a somewhat possessive grip as he his fingers splayed over her soft skin, wishing beyond all hope that she was there with him, in his bed, where he could have his fill. He listened for her heartbeat, pleased to feel it quickening slightly under his touch. Leaning his head against hers in a strong nuzzle, Amun dared to pinch her bra hook and then release, causing the band to snap open. Tristan then released her and sat back, reclining on the couch as his warm brown eyes smoldering as he watched her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck Melinda kissed his jaw. She trail kisses over his cheek until she reached his lips. It was then he nuzzled her, unhooked her bra and sat back. Melinda stared down at him, pondering the fact that he wasn't really her type. She liked boys that are a little rough around the edges and he looked like a perfect boyfriend, not a exotic bad boy. With a small giggle she leaned down and pressed her lips sweetly against his. While she did so, she released him, reaching behind her back to hook her bra. She kissed him as she started to slide off his lap. She finally came up for air and stood with a raised eyebrow, her expression showed she was thinking Uh Uh Buster. With a smirk she backed toward the door then winked and fled out the door.
Was she really denying him? What a prude, Amun thought to himself, cursing his own luck as he snuck into a shy, frigid girl's dream. Still, he had to maintain his image if there was even the smallest of chances, and as Tristan, he sighed and watched her pull away, fastening her bra and slipping from his lap. "Oh come on, you're killing me, Lin!" he said with a smile that was only the tiniest bit exasperated. In true boyish nature, his expression was disappointed, but he was not upset. His eyebrows remained soft and his tone of voice loving. As she literally ran away, Amun cursed his foul luck and sat up from the couch, standing and stretching. "A game of catch, then?" he mused to himself, liking the prospect more and more of the hunt. "All right then," he replied, following her out the door she had left. Using his powers to shift the dream, the door led to the porch, complete with swing, barbecue grill, and lots of comfortable seating around a glass table. It looks like he'd have to flex more of his mental power than he thought.
With a feisty attitude Melinda stuck her tongue out at Tristan. She shrugged when he exaggerated what she was doing to him. Though he might be disappointed Melinda didn't mind. It's not that she didn't want it, she would enjoy it, it's just that he needed to EARN that. Flirting with her didn't earn him the right to go any further then an innocent kiss. She knew in the end he would catch her and win, but she would make him work a little for it. She wasn't some weak sap that took a little sweet talk and gave in. She leaped off the porch with a giggle, her bare feet hitting the ground with a delicate thud. She ran from Tristan, turning her head as she ran, her thick hair sweeping off the side of her neck that Amun didn't see. On her exposed neck, if you looked hard enough a bite mark was visible. The faded marks purple-ish tint was a sharp contrast to her ghostly pale palor.
Standing on the porch with his hands loosely in his pockets and a little grin on his handsome face, Tristan sauntered down the stairs, allowing her to get a good headstart. Inside, Amun was slightly aroused at the thought of a chase - even as he lay on his bed, outside of the dream, a ridge was forming in his denims. As Tristan he took confident steps towards where Melinda was running, her sweet scent and taste of her flesh already in his memory from earlier. So this girl was familiar with the ancient ritual of courting: the males always had to woo the female. Having no flashy feathers or mating dance, Tristan settled for the next best thing: superior physical prowess. When Melinda was several hundred feet away and the only way he could follow her was by the smell of her hair and flesh, Tristan began to run. His feet flew as his arms pumped by his sides, showcasing an almost beastlike strength. When he had closed half of the distance between them, he shifted the dream and up ahead came a thick and dense forest, complete with hooing owls, and eyes blinking in the darkness for a slightly spooky effect. He let his footsteps fall hard, knowing she was able to hear them, but held back from pouncing on her in the dark woods - that seemed unwise. Just get her adrenaline pumping, Amun thought. The faster and harder they chased, the faster and harder her heart pumped, the faster and harder their final union would be.
As she ran Melinda would look back at Tristan. Waiting for him to run. She smiled as she ran, her bare feet hitting the ground with soft thumps. He began to disappear as the forest closed in around her. She dodged trees and roots as she scampered along. The next time she looked back, confidant she wouldn't run into a tree, she saw Tristan closing the distance between them. Her eyes widened and she quickly looked back in front of her, hearing his hard footsteps coming closer. Her heart started to beat faster, harder, though she was secretly aroused by how strong he was. She blinked in the darkness, stumbling over the uneven ground. The next time she looked back she could make his form out just a bit away, close enough to get her if he tried. She gasped, her adrenaline coursing through her veins as she ran.
He was closing in. In reality, he was pushing her along to test her limits and encourage her to exceed them. Tristan's face was set with a calm determination to give her the chase it seemed she wanted. Even now he could hear her heart beating, the sound pulsing in his temples as he carried on behind her like a lion hunting a gazelle. In a sudden and surprising burst of speed, Tristan veered to the side and shot into the darkness ahead, passing Melinda to disappear into the woods after effortlessly clearing a fallen tree with a hurdle-like leap. His footsteps vanished. His frame was no longer visible. Melinda was, for the time being, alone in the forest. Twigs snapped around her and overhead the swaying ceiling of leaves stole the moonlight from the ground, leaving her in darkness. The shrill cry of a screech owl pierced the night and to the side, the blinkless, disembodied eyes of creatures unknown stared on.
Breathing hard, Melinda pushed on. She turned her head when she heard his footsteps gain, only to see him shoot past her. She gasped and stumbled back, watching him until he was out of sight. She starting running, her feet not allowing her to stop. She head spun as noises sounding around her. She was nervous, she didn't know where she was. Suddenly, interrupting her worry a owl screeched in her ear, sending her stumbling forward, till she saw the eyes. Her own, periwinkle eyes widened as she scrambled backward with a shriek.
As soon as she screamed Amun knew he had her. That blood was positively coursing through her veins. Her smell became riper, her breathing more erratic - fear and pleasure had much in common, he had discovered. Tristan came jogging casually from directly ahead, as if he'd ran in a wide circle around and had intended to cut her off at the pass. The youthful look in his face was gone as concern replaced it. "Lin?" he asked, running to where she had kicked herself away from the yellow, glowing eyes. Kneeling beside her he grabbed her shoulders, checking her over for signs of injury as if he were about to launch attack on anything in the woods that might have hurt her. From the shadows the eyes got closer, leaves and twigs rustling until the moonlight returned as the wind died and showed it to be no more than a possum moving from one bush to another. Looking back at Melinda, Tristan gave a sympathetic look to her poor, frightened face and immediately cradled her in his arms, holding her head to the rhythm of his beating heart. "S'ok Lin," he said soothingly.
As she heard crunching from ahead Lin looked up, breaking eye contacted with the possum, to see Tristan. She watched him with wide eyes as he knelt beside her looking her over. Some how, even though she just had a shock she managed to blush as he checked her body. As the wind died she noticed it had only been a possum but her heart was still racing. She locked eyes with Tristan, mutely letting him cradle her in his arms. Melinda buried her face in his chest, his soft heartbeat calming her. She was shaking slightly but wasn't frightened anymore. She felt save with Tristan holding her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to worry you." She said to Amun, her voice mumbled my his muscular chest.
He stroked her hair the same way he had after her nightmare had been interrupted, using ancient techniques to soothe her into his touch more and more. Amun came from a long and illustrious line of incubi and succubi, and he was not about to be bested by a young girl. Unlike some of his other family members, he knew the benefits of laying in wait if the pickings were slim. Tristan held her tenderly in a platonic sort of embrace so that she did not feel sexualized again so soon after having run for that very reason. "It's all part of the chase. Besides, it was just a possum. Nothing to worry about," he assured, fitting his hand over the back of her head and idly sifting through her hair while he slowly stroked the fevered flesh of her back, felt even through the shirt she had on. He was silent then, allowing her to make the next move. It seemed she was a delicate sort, one that needed care and time. While that was extremely annoying, the sexual tension could build and build, making the eventual feast twice as satisfying as a whirlwind fuckfest. Amun would bide his time. For the time being, he would simply hold her in the guise of Tristan, and hope that he at least got a kiss or two for his efforts.
Melinda instantly felt calmed, the terror did become pleasure. Her breathing slowed to a steady rate. She nestled into his chest, tilting her head up and finding his neck. She smiled into his neck, feeling calmed and pleasured. Her hair lay in tangles, feeling his fingers run through it made her shiver in his arms. She wondered what he was getting at, one minute he is all over her, the next he is purely platonic. She thought it alright to encourage him. She kissed his neck, moving her lips over his heated skin softly. Placing her hands on his chest she pushed him backwards softly so she could climb into his lap. He had earned a little something it seemed. Melinda thought he deserved it for being patient and comforting her.
If Melinda could have seen the demonically gleeful grin that pulled back Tristan's mouth when he felt her nuzzling nearer then she would have kicked away as hastily as she had from the possum eyes. Like a baby rocking to sleep in her mother's arms - these humans were so easy! Somehow so fragile and yet so much more satisfying than any other race. In his bed, Amun's hand subconsciously stroked down his chest and hastily unbuttoned his pants, rubbing slowly. The kiss she aimed for his throat was so soft. Sweet. Innocent. He welcomed her onto his lap with a soft breath aimed at the side of her neck as his arms circled her hips possessively, pinning her hips to his lower stomach and then releasing her, his touch soft again. "Sorry babe, got a little carried away," he said, pulling away so she could see the sincerity in his face.
Shivered as his breath hit her neck, Melinda kept moving her lips over his throat. Her cheeks burned crimson as his arms circled around her hips. She loved the feel of a man holding her possessively, telling her she's theirs. It drove her nuts. A small noise came from her throat, sounding a bit like a girl-ish growl. She let him pin her hips to his lower stomach, smirking against his neck. "Sorry about what Sweetie?" She pulled back to look him in the eye before pushing him down so he would lay on the grass. She straddled his waist, looking down at him. Leaning down she pressed her lips to his.
"Just wanna make sure I'm not freakin' you out or anything," Tristan replied, stroking his finger along the curve of her neck. He fell back easily under her slight push, wrapping his arms around her waist to take her with him and meet her kiss with increased ferocity. As Amun slowly stroked himself in his bed, he let out a grunting sigh that Tristan too released into Melinda's mouth. With a hand on the back of her head, the deceptively nice 'boyfriend' kept her near, lapping along her lower lips with his tongue to ready her for the next step. As she lay on top of him his hands explored the slight curves and soft places on her body, sliding over her back and butt to stroke her thighs and then up to hold her head again. Kissing with considerable passion, Tristan parted his lips and slipped his warm tongue into her mouth. He would see how this little Snow White would react to a bit of heat - if he'd pegged her correctly then she trusted this Tristan character already. In his bed, Amun smirked as he waited for his delicious human treat.
"You're not Sweetheart. Trust me." Melinda, shivering as he stoked her delicate neck. She smiled following him down to rest on his chest. She gasped into his mouth as he sighed into hers. She pressed close to him, wishing he had hair she could run her fingers through, but instead her hands traveled to the bottom of his shirt. She smiled against his warm lips as he ran his hands over her silky skin, they skimmed over cuts, and bites on her skin. When they touched a newer bite that was still healing she flinched and bit down on his lip. Shaking it off she parted her lips to accept his tongue, her eyes fluttering closed. Her hands slid under his shirt to feel the hard muscles that it hid, that she desperately wanted to see.
Humans. They were so predictable, so easy to figure out, especially the girls. Amun was feeling smug indeed - if only he knew where this innocent little flower was sleeping then he could really have a taste... The dream seemed real, more real than most other dreams thanks to Amun's demonic powers that could paint the most sensual of portraits. He could almost feel her skin, though he definitely felt how his body reacted to the images in his mind. And the ones in hers, poor, innocent, feeble Melinda, with her nightmares and trust issues. Amun would have to return to this mind more. Tristan skimmed over the bites and marks, as if he knew already that they were there and didn't want to draw unwanted attention to them. Sensing her grimace, he immediately moved his hands and remembered not to linger over that spot again for the sake of killing his mood and the incredible average he was batting. When he felt her fingers lurking under his shirt he sat up and quickly removed the offending article, tossing it behind him and then continuing forward to force Melinda onto her back. With both his hands planted by her head he grinned down, feeling the way their bodies fell into line around the hips.
Opening her eyes, Melinda locked eyes with him. It felt so real, so good. She definitively preferred this to her nightmare. She noticed how he skimmed over the marks like he knew them already. She also noticed how he avoided the newer mark. As her fingers teased his sides he sat up. She moved backward surprised as he peeled off his shirt. Her eyes left his to blatantly stare at his chest. She let out a little gasp as he forced her on her back. She stared up at him, breathing a little hard. Her cheeks where flushed, her hair sprawled out behind her. She blinked up at him and returned his grin slightly.
He had caught her. The chase hadn't taken long - she must have wanted it. Yessssss, the demon hissed internally as he tightened his grip on himself and stroked just a bit faster. As Tristan, Amun caused him to waggle his eyebrows up and down with a bit of playful suggestion. "We fit together so nicely," he groaned, watching happily as she stared at the muscular planes of his pectorals and abdomen. There was a small tuft of sandy blonde hair in-between his pecs and just a trail of tawny leading beyond the waist of his jeans. And then he was upon her again, claiming her mouth in a strong kiss as he lowered his chest softly to press against hers, letting her experience the sensation of a man over her, hoping to ignite some instinctive knowledge. He smoothed his hand into her hair and then gripped the silky strands, tugging her hair just a bit to keep her lips fused to his as he, very smoothly, slid the bulge in his jeans against her core.
Her delicate lips twitched into a small smile at his amusing suggestion. "It seems we do." Melinda stated, her gaze traveling back down his chest, following the trail of tawny hair into his jeans. Looking back up to him she raised a eyebrow, opening her mouth to speak, only to have it covered with Tristan's. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest and around his neck. Her legs wrapped around Tristan's waist tugging him closer to her with a new ferocity. She let him lead with his lips as she closed her eyes. When she felt his fingers lace into her hair she smiled against his lips happily. She suddenly felt something hard press against her lower self. It took her a second to figure out what it was, but when she did her cheeks flushed blood red. Pulling him closer she kissed him back with a passion.
SNIP?
With a gasp,
Melinda sat up, her hair clinging to her forehead. She was breathing hard and her cheeks where flushed. Going to get out of bed Melinda fell onto the floor. Looking down she realized she was twisted in her sheets. Untangling herself, Melinda stood. She was a little moist between her thighs from the odd dream. She grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. Once she came out all cleaned up she was in a short denim mini and a blue tight tee-shirt. She started unpacking her trunk, putting things in the closet and drawers.
Looking to the clock now on her desk sometime later,
Melinda thought she'd better go see if this party was worth it. Shoving her now empty trunk under her bed and pulling black ballet flats on, Melinda turns and exits to
Never Ending 3rd Hall North.
Never Ending Nightmare,
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