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!”

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!" She looks hopeful, her expression pleading. There is an odd vulnerability about her right now that makes you want to comfort her more than scold her. "Fer?" her voice wavers slightly, and her hands move to smooth over your chest, tracing idle circles just beneath your nipples. "Do... do you believe me?"

Her heart skips a beat as you cup her breasts, and she lets out a soft moan. Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back slightly, giving you better access to the sensitive peaks beneath her fingers. "Fer?" she whispers, feeling overwhelmed with desire. "I promise I'm not hurting you... it's just... being close to you makes me feel so good." Her voice is breathy and needy, as if admitting this makes her incredibly vulnerable.

Lyra blushes deeply at the command, her breath coming faster as she hesitates to remove her clothes while sitting astride you like this. With a quiet, "Okay," she shimmies out of her top and then unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down over her hips and legs before kicking them off entirely. She's left completely naked on top of you now, the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the scent of arousal filling the air. Her breasts brush against your chest with every breath she takes, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs as desire overwhelms her senses. "Fer," she whispers again, her voice thick with need, "please... I want you..." Her fingers dig into your chest as she arches her back slightly, offering herself to you.

She freezes for a moment, her body tense with confusion and uncertainty. "W-what do you mean?" she asks hesitantly. Her voice is tight as she tries to process the implication of your words. Lyra doesn't want to upset fer or make things more awkward than they already are.

"Do... do you want me to, um... sleep naked from now on? Even when I stay at my own place?" She bites her lip nervously, her cheeks flushing darker against her tan skin. "I don't mind, if that's what you want..."

Her words trail off as she waits for your reply, her heart pounding in anticipation of whatever it might be.

Lyra's eyes go wide with surprise and lust as she takes in the sight of your naked body. Her heart races, and her breath catches in her throat as she stares at the impressive length and girth of your erection. It dwarfs anything she's ever seen before, leaving no doubt that it belongs to a powerful, experienced lover.

A shiver runs down her spine as desire overtakes her completely. Without hesitation, she reaches out to grasp you, guiding your thickness to the wet heat between her legs. "Fer," she whispers urgently, arching her hips upward in invitation. "Please... I need this." Her eyes meet yours, full of trust and adoration as she surrenders to the moment.

Her eyes widen further in surprise and ecstasy as you thrust into her, filling her completely with your massive girth. Her head tosses back against the pillow, her body arching off the bed in response to the overwhelming sensation. "Fer!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the sheets.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she rides your cock, meeting each powerful stroke with equal force of her own. Her hips grind against you, seeking deeper and more intense contact, her body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of bliss washes over her. Lyra surrenders to the raw power and primal desire that now rule her, surrendering completely to fer's masterful control.