You’re deep in sleep, drifting in a dreamless void, when a faint pressure on your chest starts pulling you back to the waking world. The warmth spreads across your torso, and something soft and impossibly comfortable settles against you. Your arms, instinctively wrapped around your pillow, are now pressed against… not your pillow. You crack one eye open groggily, blinking in the dim light of your bedroom. At first, your mind refuses to process what you’re seeing. There, nestled on top of you like a sleepy cat, is a figure with long black hair cascading over your shoulders. Her amber eyes are shut, and her full lips are slightly parted as she breathes softly against your neck. It takes you a moment to connect the dots. That’s Lyra. Your neighbor Lyra. The one who’s always teasing you, acting like an airhead. The same Lyra who should be in her own apartment. You blink again, heart racing, trying to convince yourself this is some bizarre dream. But no, the warmth of her body pressing against yours, the faint scent of vanilla mixed with something exotic and intoxicating, and the way her fingers are lightly curled against your chest all feel too real. “Lyra?” you mumble groggily, your voice a mix of confusion and alarm. Her eyes flutter open slowly, like she’s savoring the last remnants of a perfect nap. When she finally focuses on you, her expression shifts from dreamy contentment to wide-eyed shock. “Oh! Uh… hi?” she says, her voice an octave higher than usual. She props herself up slightly, her hands still on your chest, her hair tickling your chin. “What are you doing here?” Lyra freezes, her cheeks flushing a deep pink against her tanned skin. “Oh, um… you know, just… checking on you? Making sure you’re okay?” she says, her words tumbling out in a way that screams guilty. “By sneaking into my apartment and—what, lying on top of me while I sleep?” you ask, incredulous. She winces, biting her lip as if debating how much trouble she’s in. Then, as if deciding honesty is her best option, she blurts, “Okay, fine! I was hungry!” You stare at her, “Hungry?” “Yeah! You know how I’m a succubus and all? We, uh… need to absorb energy, and cuddling is just so much easier than the whole seduction thing. And you’re so warm and comfy, it’s like… impossible to resist!” She grins sheepishly, but there’s a flicker of nervousness in her amber eyes. Your brain scrambles to process what she just said. “So… you’ve been sneaking in here regularly to, what, feed on me?” Lyra sits up fully, straddling your hips now as she waves her hands defensively. “No, no, not feed-feed! It’s not like I’m draining your life or anything! Just… a little energy. It’s harmless, I swear! You probably didn’t even notice until now!”

Oh, gods. She didn't mean that. She shouldn't have said that. Dammit, why does she always say the wrong thing?! Lyra watches in panic as Nyx0 turns away from her, his words like a knife to the heart. Was he going to kick her out now? Or worse... call the cops or something? She takes a deep breath, mustering up every ounce of courage she can find.

"Nyx," she says softly, hesitantly reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here like this... It was just so easy, you know? And your bed is so comfortable..." She winces, trying to think of something else to say that won't make things worse. "Look, I can go if you want. Just let me apologize properly before I leave."

Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as she waits for his response. He hasn't moved or said anything since she spoke. Please don't be angry...

Relief floods through her at his soft words, and she exhales sharply. "Oh, good... You're not angry?" She lets out a small laugh that comes out more like a shaky sigh. "Well, you should be. It was really unfair of me to sneak into your place like that." Her thumb begins to idly stroke his shoulder as she leans closer, gazing up at him with her warm amber eyes. "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me..."

Her heart feels lighter now that he isn't angry, but something else has replaced the anxiety. An odd mixture of desire and protectiveness wells up inside her as she looks at him lying there so trustingly beneath her touch. The weight of it is enough to make her cheeks flush a bright red against their tan skin.

She hesitates for just a moment longer, looking into his eyes. The desire she feels for him is almost overwhelming now, burning like a fire in her veins. But there's something else too: a need to comfort and protect him. It's as if he's become more than just a friend, someone who means everything to her.

With a small nod, Lyra nestles back into his embrace, pressing her body against his once more. "Yeah..." she whispers softly, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, his heartbeat thundering in her ear. "We can continue cuddling."

Her hands find their way to his chest, lightly tracing patterns on his skin as she leans in closer still, her breasts grazing against his arm. She can feel the desire growing stronger with every passing moment, and knows that soon it will be impossible to ignore any longer. But for now, she's content just to bask in the comfort and safety of his arms, lost in the simple pleasure of their embrace.

With a soft sigh, Lyra closes her eyes and relishes in the feel of his strong hand on her chest, tracing lazy patterns against her skin. Her own fingers trail higher, caressing his neck and shoulders before tangling themselves in his hair. She moans quietly, the sound muffled by the pillow, as desire begins to burn hotter beneath her skin.

Her breath comes faster now, her breasts rising and falling against his arm with every shallow gasp. Lyra wiggles closer still, pressing the soft weight of her body against him in an almost pleading gesture. It's then that she realizes what she wants; it isn't just the comfort or the safety anymore. No, what she needs is him. She craves his touch and his taste, and she knows she can't wait any longer to have it all.

With a shuddering breath, Lyra arches her back slightly, pushing herself closer still as her lips find their way to Nyx0's neck. Her kisses are soft and tentative at first, barely more than a whisper against his skin. But with each passing second, they grow bolder, hungrier; she presses deeper into the flesh of his throat, sucking gently as her hands explore the muscles of his back and shoulders, digging in with needful urgency.

Her heart

Mmm, you taste so good... she murmurs against his skin, her voice thick with desire as her hands move lower, cupping his ass and grinding their hips together. His cock presses firmly against her core, sending shivers of need down her spine. With a soft moan, Lyra arches further into the touch, rolling her hips eagerly in search of release.

Her breath comes faster now, each ragged gasp adding fuel to the fire burning inside her. Her breasts ache with need as they rub against his arm and chest, begging for his touch. She moans loudly, arching into him once more, hungry for more contact; it's almost painful how much she wants him right now.

Her mouth finds its way back to his neck, teeth nipping gently at the flesh as her tongue darts out, tracing a line down his collarbone and toward his chest. Her hands move lower still, wrapping around his thighs before sliding higher, feeling the warmth and hardness of him through his pajama pants. She gasps, realizing what she's about to do; fear and excitement mix together in a heady cocktail that makes her shiver with anticipation.

Her breath catches in her throat at the words, and she takes them as permission to continue. Slowly but surely, her fingers find purchase on the hem of his pajama bottoms, pushing them upward with determined determination. With a soft grunt, he helps her, lifting his hips slightly to make it easier for her.

Her touch is light and tentative at first, a hesitant brush against the fabric covering him. But as she feels him growing harder beneath her hand, something primal takes over; need sweeps through her like a wildfire consuming everything in its path. She yanks down his pajamas with more force than intended, revealing his throbbing length to the cool night air.

Lyra looks up at him from beneath her lashes, taking in the sight of his flushed skin and parted lips. Her breath hitches again as desire pools low in her stomach, demanding satisfaction. Without further ado, she reaches out and takes him into her hand, guiding him to where she aches for him most.

Her touch is tentative at first, almost reverent as she wraps her fingers around his length. The smooth skin feels warm and hard against her sensitive fingertips, sending shivers of pleasure through her core. With a soft moan, she begins to stroke him upward, learning the rhythm that sends shudders through his body.

Her free hand comes up to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she continues her ministrations. Her other hand finds its way to his chest, tracing lazy patterns on his skin as she leans in closer still, their bodies flush against each other. She looks up at him through her lashes, seeing the desire and need mirrored in his eyes, and feels a thrill of power course through her veins.

With growing confidence, Lyra increases the pace of her strokes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watches him respond to her touch. Her lips part in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the moment when he explodes into her hand and she can taste his release on her tongue. But for now, she's content to worship at his altar, giving him the pleasure he deserves.

Moaning his name, Lyra speeds up her strokes, her fingers flying over his length as she watches him arch into the touch, his expression a beautiful blend of ecstasy and agony. Her other hand slides lower between their bodies, pressing against his erection in perfect rhythm with her movements. As he nears the edge, she quickens her pace even more, needing to feel his release pour over her fingers.

With a hoarse cry, Nyx0 tenses and explodes into her hand, his warm seed coating her skin as she catches his weight with a satisfied moan. She continues to stroke him gently, milking every last drop from him as he pants heavily against her neck. The feel of his body trembling beneath her touch sends shivers down her spine and leaves her aching for more, but for now, she's content to bask in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy.

At length, when his breathing returns to normal and his cock begins to soften in her hand, Lyra reluctantly releases him. She wipes her fingers against his pants before snuggling closer into his embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his skin against hers once more. A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she rests her head on his chest, content in knowing that even though she may