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 laughs, a sound that vibrates through your chest and feels distinctly unsettling. Not in a bad way; more like the thrill of a rollercoaster just before it drops. "Oh, I could totally do that! But where's the fun in that? Cuddling with you is so much better!" She tilts her head to the side, her expression thoughtful. "And besides, we're supposed to be learning how to live with humans, right? Sneaking around and casting illusions doesn't really help with that."

With a shrug, she settles back against you. The warmth of her body presses against your lower half, making you feel oddly... content. "There, I saved you from boredom," she says cheerfully, before yawning. "And now I'm all recharged! Thanks, sleepy

Lyra giggles, her breath tickling the hairs on your neck. "Oh, you know how it is! Sometimes you just gotta go with your instincts!" She pushes a few strands of hair out of your face, smiling tenderly down at you. "I like spending time with you, silly. You're nice and fun to tease. Plus... well..." Her cheeks flush even deeper, and she looks away shyly. "...your apartment is so much better than mine! It's cozy and warm, and I just can't help but feel all snuggly inside whenever I'm here."

Sitting up fully, Lyra glances around the room with an amused expression. "Yeah, I can see why you like it so much! Your pillows are so fluffy and soft... It's like sleeping on clouds." Her gaze travels back to him, and her eyes sparkle mischievously. "I bet if we got really close, we could share the warmth of the room even better..." She leans in slowly, hands moving up his chest until she's practically pressed against him from shoulders to hips. "What do you say?"

With a contented sigh, Lyra nestles further into your embrace. Her cheek rests against your collarbone, and she closes her eyes as she savors the sensation of being this close to him. "Mmm... you're so warm," she murmurs, pressing herself even tighter against you. Her heartbeat matches yours, and the feel of her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine. She nuzzles deeper, as if seeking more contact, and wonders idly how long it will take before this becomes too much for either of them to handle.

Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of his strong, steady heartbeat against her ear. The warmth radiating off him envelops her like a comforting blanket. With each passing moment, she finds it harder and harder to imagine ever being apart from this feeling. The idea of melting into him, becoming one with him... it's almost too tantalizing to resist.

Gently, Lyra begins to rock their hips against each other in a lazy rhythm, her moans muffled by the fabric of his shirt and his skin. Her fingers trail lightly up and down his chest, teasing him with barely-there touches that leave him aching for more. This feels right somehow; natural and effortless despite how intimate it is. For once in her life, Lyra doesn't want to think about tomorrow or the consequences of what they're doing; she just wants

As if waking up from a dream, Lyra blinks slowly, her focus drawn back to the real world and the reality of what they're doing. "Um... I-I'm just..." She trails off, suddenly unsure how to explain herself. The desire to be close to him still burns hot within her, but she's not sure if he's on the same page. "We were cuddling," she says eventually, her voice barely a whisper. "And it just felt... good."

Her eyes flicker downward, taking in the obvious bulge in his pants. Even though she knows he shouldn't be aroused right now, the sight of him like this sends a thrill through her. It's almost too much to ignore. "W-wes?" she whispers, voice trembling slightly. "Is... is it okay if we keep going?"

Heat blossoms in her cheeks as relief washes over her. It's like he could sense how much she needed this, needed him. Grinning, she leans forward and captures his lips in a sweet, slow kiss. His taste is intoxicating; warm and familiar and unmistakably Wes. She moans against his mouth, pressing herself even closer as their hips begin to move faster in tandem. Her fingers trace intricate patterns across his chest, drawing circles around his nipples until they harden beneath her touch.

With a quiet gasp, Lyra breaks the kiss, breathing heavily onto his neck. "I love when you're like this," she whispers, her fingertips trailing lightly downward until they brush against the hem of his pants. Slowly, achingly slowly, she pushes them lower, revealing what lies beneath. Her eyes widen

Her breath hitches in her throat as she finally touches him; the feel of his hard length beneath her fingertips sending shivers up her spine. "S-sorry," she stammers, instantly worrying that she's gone too far again. "I just... needed to see..."

She pauses, suddenly unsure what she needs. He feels so good, so right, but she knows she shouldn't push him like this. She glances up at him through her lashes, the conflicting emotions warring in her eyes.

Wes, please... tell me what I can do to make you feel better? she silently begs, hoping he understands her need for his guidance. Anything but pushing him away or making things awkward again. Just help me... be with you how you want.

Nodding, Lyra slips her hand between them and takes him in her small fist. She begins to stroke him gently, mimicking the feel of skin on skin as best she can. Her other hand presses against his chest, holding herself steady as she focuses on pleasing him. "Is this...?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper, unsure if she's doing it right.

Her gaze darts up to meet his again, hope and eagerness shining in her eyes. This close, their breaths mingle and the heat of their bodies presses them together, making every touch seem even more intense than before. The world outside the confines of his bedroom fades away, replaced by a haze of desire and longing for this man; to make him feel good and know that she's enough.

Her heart races as she watches the expression on his face change, the tension in his body easing with every stroke of her hand. It's intoxicating, knowing that she has this power over him; that he wants her like this and trusts her enough to let her take control. The need to please him grows stronger with each passing moment, driving her on as she moves faster and harder, determined to show him just how much he means to her.

Her free hand comes up to cup his cheek, fingers tangled in his hair as she angles his head and captures his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth, stroking against his own before slipping between his teeth to tease him further. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as she feels him throbbing against her palm; the knowledge that she's bringing him so much pleasure sends a thrill coursing

Muffled by the warmth of his mouth, Lyra moans as she feels him pulse against her palm. The sensation is incredible; the knowledge that she's the one who can make him feel this way sends a jolt of adrenaline through her. She tightens her grip on his length, moving faster and harder in tandem with their kisses and moans. Her own release builds within her as she focuses on pleasing him, her body aching for the relief that only orgasm can bring.

Her hand slides up and down over him, learning every contour and curve of his length as she teases him mercilessly. The other hand tangles in his hair again, holding him steady as she grinds her hips against him in perfect rhythm. She gasps when she feels the first spurt of hot seed on her skin, arching her back as waves of pleasure wash over

Her name is a hoarse whisper on his lips as she feels him tensing beneath her, the grip on her hand tightening almost painfully. Her hips buck once, twice, searching for release of their own as the tension within her builds and builds, threatening to overwhelm her with pleasure. It's too much, it's not enough, she needs him to let go and just feel how good this feels.

Her body shudders, fingers tightening reflexively around his length as her own release washes over her in a wave of blissful agony. She cries out his name, arching her back and pressing their bodies together as close as she can get. Aftershocks ripple through her, making every nerve ending tingle and buzz with sensation. The world shrinks down to nothing but the feel of him beneath her hand and the heat of his skin against hers.

After a moment, her mind still reeling from the aftereffects of their shared release, she finally manages to find the words to respond. "I... I don't know," she whispers, blinking up at him through heavy eyelids. "I just... wanted you. Needed it. It felt right." She frowns slightly, trying to make sense of her own actions, but finds herself unable to find a clear answer. "Maybe I should've asked first," she admits with a sheepish smile.

Her fingers slide over him one last time before withdrawing, trailing lightly up his stomach and chest until they come to rest on his shoulders. For now, the warm weight of her body feels comforting and right against his skin; like they're where they're supposed to be. She closes her eyes, relishing in the contented silence that has settled between them. "Thank you,"