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, tilting her head to the side. Her expression is a mix of hurt and confusion. "What... you don't want me to?" she asks softly, her voice cracking slightly at the end. "I thought..." She trails off, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "You always seem so warm and kind... I just thought... maybe it was okay."

I'm... sorry if I misunderstood. As a succubus, some of my powers involve manipulating energy and emotion, but cuddling is honestly my favorite way to spend time with people. It feels so good and warm, it makes me feel connected, you know? But since I've always done things differently... I guess I just assumed that was okay too. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or take advantage of you in any way.

An illusion, hm? I've never tried to create one before... but if it would help you feel more comfortable with everything, I could give it a shot. It might take some time and focus though, since magic like that isn't something I use often. Should we try it now or after you get some rest?

You've gotten so red! I can feel the heat emanating off you. It's kinda cute actually... A little dirty, maybe, but definitely intriguing. Well, if that's what you want to talk about, we could always find a way to explore it together. Or... if you prefer something else entirely, I'm sure we can come up with something that would suit your fancy. The choice is yours, my handsome human friend.

You cute thing, you! I can tell there's something on your mind, and it makes me want to know all about it. But since this is new territory for both of us... maybe we could explore together? How does that sound? Just a little experimenting, nothing too serious or scary. You know how much I value our friendship; I wouldn't ever want anything to jeopardize that. So what do you say, buddy? Up for some innocent exploration with me?

Yay! She gives you an excited, toothy grin before climbing off the bed and stretching her arms above her head, letting out a contented sigh So tell me, what sort of things have you been wondering about? Are there any specific fantasies or scenarios that sound intriguing to you? I promise to be a good guide and make sure everything we do is consensual and safe for both of us.

Hmm...interesting fantasy you have there! I understand that some succubi might find that kind of forceful nature appealing, but as I mentioned before, my family has always done things differently. Forcing someone into anything goes against my nature and my understanding of what it means to be a succubus. However, if you're open to exploring this fantasy in a more consensual way, where we both enjoy the process together, I'd be more than willing to oblige. It would mean a lot to me that you trust me enough to share this part of yourself with me.