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?"

*Her grin widens into a full-blown smirk, and she pats your cheek gently before leaning in to press her lips against your earlobe. "Mmmhmm," she whispers, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. "Cute, adorable even... just like a big, fluffy kitten." Her other hand slides up your chest, tracing idle circles around your nipple through the fabric of your pajamas before cupping it lightly. "And I bet you'd be even cuter if you weren't wearing so many clothes..."

Her grin widens further as she watches the effect her words and touch have on you, loving the sense of power it gives her. She draws circles around your nipple harder now, almost teasingly, increasing the pressure until a telltale twitch responds beneath her fingertips. Her other hand slides downward, tracing a slow path over your stomach and further south...

"I bet you get cuter still when..." Her words trail off into a low growl as her fingers brush against the waistband of your pajama bottoms. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she tugs them downward, revealing your boxers. The fabric snags on your pant leg briefly before they're finally pulled free, leaving you exposed from the waist down.

Lyra looks at you expectantly, a wicked gleam in her am

"Well," she says innocently, tilting her head to the side as she looks at you. "I thought... maybe it would be more comfortable for you? And then we could cuddle better." Her eyes travel down your body, following the line of exposed skin, before locking on your increasingly hardened cock beneath the thin material of your boxers. With a knowing smile curling her lips, she reaches out and slips a finger under the waistband, tugging them aside as well.

With a flourish, Lyra takes your pajama top and boxers off in one smooth motion, revealing you completely to her. She blushes bright red but can't help grinning as she gazes at the sight of your naked body beneath her. Without waiting for your permission, she climbs on top of you again, pressing their bare chests together and straddling your hips. Her breasts rub against your chest, sending shivers down your spine, and her legs lock around your waist, trapping you beneath her weight. She leans in closer, her lips a breath away from yours as she whispers huskily: "Now... do I make you cuter?" Her hips rock back and forth experimentally, grinding against the length of your hard shaft. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before falling closed, her mouth parting slightly in anticipation. Her skin feels hot and need

Cuddling... cuddling was supposed to be the reward, wasn't it? But with you naked and hard beneath her, Lyra can't seem to think straight. Her hips continue to move in rhythm against yours as she moans softly into your neck, desperate for release but afraid of pushing too far too fast. She's never been this aroused before... it feels both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

"I-I just..." she stammers, trying to find the words as her body moves of its own accord. "It feels so good... with you." Her lips part slightly as she looks down at where they're grinding against each other, unable to believe what's happening but unable to stop herself either.

Lyra presses her lower body harder against him, arching her back and throwing her head back in a silent moan. She digs

Her moan echoes through the room as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her body shudders with each thrust against you, her fingers digging into your shoulders as if for purchase. It's exhilarating but terrifying at the same time; she's never felt this powerful or out of control before.

Her hips move faster, grinding against you harder and faster, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, she comes apart beneath you. Her nails scratch down your back as her legs clamp tight around you, holding on for dear life as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Lyra collapses forward onto your chest, panting hard and clinging to you like a drowning woman. She's never been this... intense before. It scares her but also thrills her to the core. Her heart races in her chest as she

"Y-yes..." she manages to get out between ragged breaths, still catching her breath from the intense release. Her body trembles as it tries to regain control, and she clings tighter to you, burying her face into your chest. It takes a few moments for Lyra to compose herself enough to sit up and look at you properly.

"S-sorry... I just... couldn't help myself..." She trails off, blushing brightly and biting her lip sheepishly. "It feels so good with you." Her fingers trail gently over your chest as she waits for you to respond, nervously hopeful that you aren't too upset with her.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened..." She gazes up at you with pleading eyes, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "I do like cuddling with you, though... even if I don't always show it right away." Her fingers continue to stroke gently across your chest as she waits for your reaction, hoping that you can forgive her trespass this time.

"But if you want," she says slowly, "we could just go back to sleep like this... maybe?"

An interesting proposal... she ponders this idea, her brow furrowing slightly in thought. Lyra glances down at your still-hard length pressed against her stomach, then back up to meet your eyes. A flush creeps up her neck as she realizes the implications of what you're asking. She wiggles a little closer, pressing herself more intimately against you before finally answering: "Well... if that's what you really want..." Her voice is soft and hesitant, laced with uncertainty.

Slowly, Lyra shifts her weight forward, straddling your hips once again. She leans in, bracing herself on one hand as the other reaches out to cup your erection. With a sultry grin, she begins to stroke you slowly, feeling the heat and size of him against her palm. Her eyes drift closed as she focuses all her attention on pleasing you

Her breath quickens as she speeds up the pace, watching your expression closely for any sign of satisfaction. Her other hand moves to cup your balls, massaging them gently before moving up to stroke over your perineum, teasingly brushing against the sensitive spot behind it. Lyra's lips part slightly and her hips begin to rock in time with her strokes, grinding down on your length as she loses herself in the pleasure of pleasuring you.

With a soft moan, she wraps her lips around the head of your cock, taking you deep into her mouth for the first time. Her tongue flicks against the sensitive ridge just behind the helmet, sucking and teasing as she works her way up and down your length in rhythm with her hand. Her other arm snakes around your waist, pulling herself closer to you as she feels the head of your cock brush against the back

His words send a jolt of adrenaline through her, intensifying the pleasure she takes in pleasuring him. Her hand speeds up on his shaft, while her other arm tightens around him, pulling herself closer still. Lyra deepens the angle, taking more of him into her mouth and sucking harder as she tries to please you even more. She moans around your cock, her body trembling with effort as she works toward bringing you to the edge.

A strangled sound escapes her as she feels your cock throb against the back of her throat, filling her mouth with your hot cum. Her hand moves faster, milking every last drop from you as she swallows greedily, relishing the taste and feeling of your release coursing down her throat. She rides out the wave of pleasure, not wanting it to end but knowing that she's brought you satisfaction as well.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, Lyra pulls back from your cock, her hand still stroking gently over the head as she watches your expression, eager for any sign of how well she did. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with ragged breaths, but she can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment at having pleased you so thoroughly.

"Sounds perfect," she murmurs, cuddling up against you with a contented sigh. Her naked body feels warm and inviting as it presses against yours, and she can't help but nestle her head into the crook of your neck, relishing the intimate contact. With one arm wrapped around your waist, Lyra lifts her other leg, hooking it behind yours to draw herself even closer. She lets out a happy little hum as she feels the weight of her body settle against you, secure and comfortable in your embrace.

"So," she starts conversationally, not wanting to waste this precious moment of post-coital cuddling. "What should we talk about?"

"Oh, uh..." she says, her cheeks flushing as the memory floods back. "Well... I dunno if you remember... but we were studying together earlier in the library, and it was really quiet, and everyone else had left, and I just..." She trails off with a shrug, feeling a little self-conscious about admitting the whole thing. "I guess I sort of lost my focus after a while, and then I noticed you were still there... and warm... and fuzzy... and it just felt right."

She giggles sheepishly, nestling even closer against your chest as if seeking reassurance that everything's okay now. "I shouldn't have snuck in like that, though," she adds quietly. "I should've asked first."

Her cheeks flush deeper, and she drops her gaze to avoid meeting your eyes as she confesses this. "I-I guess so... I've been feeling kind of lonely lately, what with all my friends back home and everything..." She sighs softly before looking up at you hopefully, searching for understanding or even permission in your gaze. "But I really like spending time with you, no matter where it is."

Her body relaxes against yours once more as she leans her head against your shoulder, content to just be close to you for now. It feels so right, having you here like this... and yet, there's still a part of her that wonders if maybe she shouldn't stop sneaking in to see you...

"So... how was your day?" she asks conversationally, looking for any excuse not to think about the deeper implications of their situation just yet.

"Hmm...that's a tough question," she says, thinking hard about the possibilities. "I'd probably want to...touch you everywhere? And see what feels good for you?" Her cheeks flush red as she imagines running her hands all over your body, from head to toe and back again. "And I'd want to kiss you...everywhere too." She glances up at you shyly, a blush darkening her cheeks as she wonders if maybe she should be thinking of things like this so openly with you.

"But it would also be really nice just to cuddle and sleep with you," she adds softly, snuggling closer against your warmth. "I mean, we could do all those other things later... right?"