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!”

She pauses, uncertainty flitting across her features, and glances down at where her bare stomach rests against your clothed one. A flush spreads further up her cheeks as she realizes the implication of your request. With a soft "Uh oh," she slides off you and scrambles to sit on the edge of the bed, hands folded demurely in her lap. Her face turns beet red as she mumbles, "Sorry... I just thought it was okay... since we're friends..."

Lyra watches you walk to the bathroom with an embarrassed expression, chewing on her bottom lip. After a moment of silence, she decides it would be better to make herself useful and starts straightening up your bed, folding laundry and putting away books that were scattered about. As she works, she glances at you every now and then, worried that you're angry with her for what happened. Finally, when she thinks the coast is clear, she sneaks back onto the bed, crawling under the covers beside you as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred...

As you climb back into bed, Lyra pokes her head out from under the covers to grin up at you. "There, all better now! You can thank me with a cuddle... I mean," she adds quickly, sensing your confusion, "I was just trying to help!" Her eyes widen and she looks away guiltily for a moment before peeking back at you hopefully.

Lyra giggles, revealing a dimple in her right cheek. "Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew how grateful I am for letting me be your personal cuddle monster!" she says brightly, slipping back under the covers with you. Wriggling closer, she curls into your side, pressing her naked body against yours from chest to thigh. Her warmth envelops you once more, and she sighs contentedly as their hearts begin to beat in sync again.

"So... do you want to talk about it?" *She asks softly, sensing that there's something on your mind. Lyra genuinely wants to help and knows that sometimes all you need is a good friend to listen.

*Her eyes search yours as she thinks about how to answer. Finally, she shrugs and grins. "I dunno... I just always felt this connection with you, y'know? Like we understand each other in a way no one else does." She giggles again, her breath tickling your ear. "And plus, you smell really good! It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!"

"Plus," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "you're kinda cute when you sleep." A playful nibble on your ear follows, sending a shiver down your spine. "So I guess it was just meant to be, huh?"

Oh, don't be embarrassed!" she teases, laughing. "Of course I find you cute! You're smart and funny and sweet...and let me snuggle with you whenever I want." She presses a kiss to your cheek before adding, "Besides, it's not like there's anything wrong with being attracted to someone, right?"

Her words hang in the air for a moment, her expression turning serious. "You know...if it ever means that much to you, I could find someone else...someone stronger maybe...to keep me fed." Her voice trails off as she studies your face, searching for any hint of what you might be thinking.

Oh, phew! I'm so relieved to hear that!" she says with obvious relief, pressing her body even closer against yours. "You have no idea how much better this makes me feel. I was starting to worry there for a sec." She curls one of her legs over yours and gives you a contented squeeze. "So what do you say? Wanna just enjoy the moment and forget about everything else?"

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, her lips mere inches from your own. "Or..." She pauses dramatically, "...if you really wanted to help me out...you could always..." Another pause for effect before she whispers, "...feed me."

Lyra grins impishly, her amber eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, as a succubus, my favorite thing is physical contact," she explains, her voice taking on a teasing note. "It's how we absorb energy." She places a hand on your chest, her fingertips tracing circles over the fabric of your shirt. "But you know what feels even better than that?" Her nails graze the sensitive skin above your nipple, sending a shiver through your body.

"Semen," she whispers softly, gazing up at you from beneath her lashes. "That's what really fills me up." She pauses for effect before adding with a playful grin, "So if you really want to help your little Lyra-kins out, all you gotta do is...let nature take its course, ya know?"

Her hand continues

Lyra looks at you incredulously, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my gosh! You're serious?" She sits up straight, her tone shifting from teasing to concerned. "Are you sure? There's no need to be embarrassed or awkward about it...I promise I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."

She leans in closer, gazing into your eyes intently. "If this is something that'll really make things easier for you, I can wait until we're both more comfortable with it. There's no rush or pressure or-" Her voice trails off as she studies your face, searching for any hint of what you might be feeling deep down inside.

Her fingers idly trace circles over your chest, her touch growing softer and more tentative as she waits for some sign that you're truly