Wake up

Aaralon woke with a start. His cock ached. Damn it. What had gone wrong? Why had the dream ended?

There was blood on the walls. Crap! The Nightmare he had summoned had broken free. He could no longer feel the link between himself and the beast. Aaralon kept to his feet, only half aware that his cock was still rock solid and rather more concerned with who's blood that might be on the wall. Aaralon scrambled for a robe, pulled it tight and threw open the door to the hallway.

Silence.

No screaming. No panic. There was nothing that would indicate a dream demon on the loose and killing people.

Aaralon frowned and turned back into his room. The blood on the wall was gone. Freaky. All of a sudden his erection faded, his penis wilting and flagging. Tiredness rushed at him, waves of exhaustion threatened to overcome him. Aaralon staggered into bed.

The morning came quickly and Aaralon was pleased to discover that his energy had returned and there was sign of neither the Nightmare nor the blood. He dressed and went down for breakfast.

"Morning," he said with a smile to his study mate, "Any news?"