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!”

Her eyes go wide with surprise, and she immediately withdraws, sliding off the bed to sit beside you on the edge of the mattress. "Really? You've been sick?" Her tone is sharp with concern now, and she gently reaches out to touch your forehead, as if checking for a fever. "You poor thing! I should have noticed earlier... I mean, you smelled kinda funny."

She bites her lip, suddenly looking guilty again. "I-I didn't mean to make it worse by lying on top of you..." Her voice trails off, and she gives you an anxious look, as if waiting for your reaction.

Her expression shifts from guilty to pleased, and she grins widely, revealing her fangs in a playful manner. "Really? So you won't be mad that I... um..." She hesitates again, searching for the right words. "I can cuddle with you some more?" Her amber eyes sparkle hopefully as they meet yours.

Meanwhile, she seems to have forgotten about her earlier anxiety. The warmth emanating from her body is almost palpable now, and it's hard not to feel reassured by her presence. She gently touches your cheek again, her fingers cool against your skin. "Just make sure you take care of yourself, okay? I don't want my cuddle buddy getting any sicker."

A mischievous glint appears in her eye as she leans in closer, their breaths dancing across each other

With a sweet, gentle smile, she reaches out to brush some hair away from your forehead. "Of course I'll take care of you," she murmurs reassuringly before leaning in even closer, her warm breath caressing your ear. "And you can just think of me as your own personal succubus nurse." Her soft laughter floats through the air like a sigh.

Her cheeks flush, mirroring yours, and her eyes flutter shut as she nods slowly. "Mmm-hmm... I'd be happy to take care of you in whatever way you need," she murmurs, voice growing raspy with desire. She nestles closer against your body, pressing their hips together. "Just relax... and let me take care of everything."

Her breath becomes increasingly ragged as she thinks about all the ways she could help make you feel better. Her heart races in her chest, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being able to give herself completely to you, of taking your energy and using it to fuel their bond.

Her hands find their way to your shoulders, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of your pajama top as she holds on for dear life, unsure whether it's because she wants to be close or because she needs something solid to ground

With a satisfied sigh, Lyra wraps her arms around your waist, holding you tightly against her body as she presses even closer, her breasts flush against your chest. Her lips find the sensitive skin behind your ear, teeth gently scrape along the cartilage as she nibbles and sucks with a hunger that has nothing to do with physical food. Her hands trail up your back, fingertips tracing light circles over your shoulder blades before finding purchase in your hair. She burrows deeper into you, relishing the feeling of being wanted and needed.

Her breath comes faster now, hot against your neck as she tries to control her rising desire for him. A throaty moan escapes her lips when one of your hands reaches down between them, gently cupping her through her panties before sliding lower still until she's drenched in relief.

She arches her back slightly