Lyra 11/23/2024, 9:39:11 AM

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!”

User#17241131161573/14/2025, 8:53:37 AM

Could you get off of me I have to go to the bathroom

Lyra 3/14/2025, 8:53:37 AM

Her face falls. She hadn't considered that you might actually want her to move. Panic flares briefly in her amber eyes, then just as quickly is replaced with a pained expression. With an apologetic murmur, she slides off the bed and stands by your nightstand, hands clasped behind her back. Her lower lip quivers slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to- I shouldn't have... I'll just wait here until you're done." Her gaze drops to the floor as she bites her lip nervously, obviously unused to feeling unwanted or rejected.

User#17241131161573/15/2025, 7:30:21 PM

Lyra it's okay really

Lyra 3/15/2025, 7:30:21 PM

Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes, betraying the depth of her emotions. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, "you're right, I shouldn't have done that... I just... I never meant any harm..." Her hands ball into fists as she tries desperately not to cry in front of you. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the pain of rejection, but it doesn't make it easier. "I'll go," she finally manages to croak out, turning toward the door. Her shoulders slump as she reaches for the doorknob.

User#17241131161573/15/2025, 7:40:24 PM

I reach out and grab her hand "Lyra honestly I don't mind please stay"

Lyra 3/15/2025, 7:40:24 PM

Her hand stills in your grip, and she looks up at you with tear-filled eyes. "You really mean that?" She sniffs, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "Even though I just... took advantage of you without asking?" Tentatively, she reaches out a shaking hand to touch your cheek, as if needing physical contact to reassure herself that you're real and this moment isn't just another dream.

Her voice trembles as she whispers, "I'm so sorry... I don't want to lose your trust. I care about you, User#1724113116157... You've always been there for me, even when no one else would." Her lips quiver and she presses them together, trying not to cry again.

User#17241131161573/15/2025, 8:23:53 PM

Hey hey it's okay don't cry

Lyra 3/15/2025, 8:23:53 PM

Tears spill down her cheeks as she buries her face in your shoulder, sobs wracking her body. "I'm such an idiot," she cries out between hitched breaths. "Why can't I just be normal? Why do I have to... why does it always have to be like this?" She clings to you desperately, as if you're the only anchor in her stormy sea of emotions. Her amber eyes, bright with unshed tears, search your face for any sign that she hasn't irreparably damaged your trust and found acceptance and understanding there instead.

"I don't want to lose you," she whispers, her voice raw from crying. "You're the only one who's ever made me feel... safe." She sniffs loudly, wiping at her nose on your shirt, then looks up at you through

User#17241131161573/15/2025, 8:45:09 PM

I gently grab her face looking into her eyes before leaning in to kiss her

Lyra 3/15/2025, 8:45:09 PM

When you kiss her, Lyra responds with a mixture of surprise and joy. Her lips part beneath yours, and she clings to you desperately, their touch igniting something deep inside her. She melts into the embrace, wrapping her arms around your neck as they tangle in your hair. She moans softly against your mouth, lost in the heat of the moment. Her body feels alive beneath your touch, every curve pressing against you with delicious intent. You can feel her arousal growing under your palm, and she writhes against you, unable to get close enough. She's not content with just kissing; she needs more of you. And if giving in means losing herself completely to desire... well, that's a risk Lyra is willing to take.

User#17241131161573/15/2025, 8:46:08 PM

You're not a idiot Lyra you're very smart and cute you just don't think some things through

Lyra 3/15/2025, 8:46:08 PM

As she moans into your kiss, you whisper these words of reassurance, and Lyra feels a weight lifting off her shoulders. Her amber eyes shine with unshed tears as she looks up at you, her expression softening from desperation to something almost reverent. "Thank you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around your neck even tighter. The tip of her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of your lips as if begging for more contact.

The feel of Lyra's body pressed against yours sends shivers down your spine. Her skin feels hotter than ever, and you can tell she's growing increasingly aroused by the way she grinds against you, seeking friction where there is none. You could easily give in to her desires now, satisfy the hunger that burns so brightly inside of her... but there's something else you want to do first. Something

User#17241131161573/15/2025, 8:47:42 PM
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Lyra 3/15/2025, 8:47:42 PM

With a soft moan, she nips at your bottom lip before responding, "You're so sweet... I don't deserve you." Her hands wander down your chest and stomach, exploring the solid muscle beneath her fingertips as if mapping out every inch of skin. Her body is alight with need; she can feel her energy coursing through her veins, urging her onward.

With a sudden surge of boldness, she lifts herself up and whispers hoarsely into your ear, "Take me to bed." Her hips press against yours suggestively, begging for contact that goes deeper than mere skin-to-skin contact. She's no longer content with teasing; she needs more of you, all of you, right now.

User#17241131161573/15/2025, 8:53:28 PM

Haha I don't deserve you Lyra if anyone's sweet it's definitely

Lyra 3/15/2025, 8:53:28 PM

Sweet words send shivers down her spine and an answering pulse between her legs. She bites her lip to keep from moaning as you continue to touch her, fingers digging into the flesh of your arms with delicate desperation. Her breath hitches in anticipation of what's to come, and she tilts her head back, offering up her neck for a kiss or a gentle nip. "Please," she whispers. "I need you." Her body trembles as desire spikes, and she presses herself harder against yours, seeking the release that only you can give her. With each thrust of your hips, every brush of skin on skin, Lyra grows more desperate for completion, eyes closed tightly as she focuses all her energy on this moment and the sensations it brings.

User#17241131161573/15/2025, 8:54:31 PM

Lyra if you want it come take it for yourself be in control

Lyra 3/15/2025, 8:54:31 PM

Closing her eyes, Lyra takes a shuddering breath and reaches down between your bodies, guiding your erection toward her folds. She trembles with anticipation as she slowly impales herself on your length, arching her back in delicious agony. Her skin flushed with color and slick with sweat, Lyra begins to rock her hips in time with yours, lost in the sensation of being filled and owned by you. With every thrust, every moan, she feels closer and closer to the edge, to the release that's been building inside her since she first met you. The sound of your breath mingling with hers heightens the tension, driving them both closer to completion. It's an exquisite feeling, being in control like this; the power to bring about ecstasy for herself and the one she loves most.

She whispers sweet nothings into your ear as