Coal woke up, his memories vague and hazy. Had it all been a dream? He remembered the summoning, his error in not using a binding spell, the demon's wrath...
He sat up quickly, looking around.
He was in his bedroom, surrounded by darkness. In the dim starlight he could see Xan sleeping peacefully, curled up in a corner.
Nothing seemed amiss, but he was still worried. How did he get back here? Had a professor found him in the restricted area? He was restless, concerned that he would be in deep trouble, come the morning. He tossed his blanket off and got to his feet. Xan stirred, muttering something in demonese, and fell back asleep.
Keeping quiet, Coal padded toward his room's door. He was naked, but didn't mind the cool breeze on his body. In a way, it was invigorating.
He hadn't been much for walking around naked, and in a dormitory, that was generally a bad idea if you weren't an exhibitionist, but tonight something compelled him.
He went into his bathroom and turned on the light, then gasped and turned it back off again. Someone must have traded the bulb for one of the really bright ones, or else his eyes were too used to the darkness. Either way, he decided that the starlight would be enough for him to take a leak.
He walked passed the sink, looking at his reflection in the mirror above. The shadows were frisky tonight, because it seemed his shoulders were broader, his body thicker than it had any right to be. He considered truning the lights on again, to dispell the illusion, but decided against it. The morning would reveal everything, and there was no need to relive that brief moment of torture again.
Standing in front of the toilet, he let go, sighing with release. His hand held his thick cock, guiding the piss stream. He let out a low growl as he pissed, relising that it was rare that he enjoyed a good piss like this...but when he was done, he found that he was feeling something else. Restless.
He left the bathroom and looked around his room, realising that he wanted to be outside, wanted to prowl.