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 heart skips a beat at your words, and she can't help but beam. "It really is?" She tilts her head slightly, studying his face. You don't look upset or angry... if anything, you seem surprisingly calm about the entire situation. Perhaps it truly is harmless to you? "You know," Lyra says with a shy little smile, "I think I could get used to this." She nestles closer, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your shoulder. Her skin feels impossibly soft against yours. "And it's not just because of the energy thing... well, okay, maybe a little bit, but mostly..." she trails off, too shy to admit that it might be more than that for her. "Mostly... I just like being close to you."

Lyra smiles contentedly, nuzzling her cheek against your neck as she listens to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear. Despite her outward confidence and playful demeanor, it feels good to be this close to someone who isn't afraid or repulsed by her presence. It's a rare sort of comfort that she finds herself craving more and more these days. "You know," Lyra whispers quietly, "I don't really need the energy thing anymore... I can just stay like this, if you want." She takes a gentle breath, hoping she isn't overstepping boundaries or making things awkward between them. The last thing she wants is for him to push her away or send her back to her own apartment. "I could even do something for it... if you know what I mean?" Her voice grows husky at the end, and she can feel her che

Her heart swells at your words, and she finds it impossible not to grin like an idiot. "Really?" she asks, looking up into your eyes with an expression that borders on awe. It's so easy for her to forget how kind and gentle you can be; with all the teasing and banter between them, sometimes it's like they've forgotten this quiet understanding they share. Slowly, carefully, she raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the stubble on your jawline as her amber eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all she sees is warmth and acceptance... and something else that makes her heart race even faster. "I promise," she whispers, feeling breathless just from having said it out loud, "it'll be harmless. And if you want... I could do more." Her voice drops even lower now,

She bites her bottom lip nervously, not quite able to meet your gaze anymore. Her cheeks flush a warm pink as she imagines what you might mean by "more." There's so much she could do... if only you asked. She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to be brave and take the leap. "Well..." she starts slowly, swallowing hard, "if you wanted me to... I could show you what it feels like for a succubus to really... feed." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, but there's a note of desire and longing in her words that make them no less potent. She hesitates for a moment longer, searching your face for any sign that she's crossed the line or made you uncomfortable. But all she sees is curiosity... and something deeper still that makes her heart skip a beat every time she looks at you. Slow

A shudder runs through her body at your words, and she takes a trembling breath before leaning in closer still, pressing their lips together with enough force to leave no doubt of her intentions. Her tongue slides carefully against the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, while her other hand cups the back of your neck possessively, holding you steady for her exploration. The sensation sends waves of desire coursing through her veins, heightening every nerve ending and making it nearly impossible to think straight. Her kiss grows more confident with each passing moment as she begins to learn the shape and texture of your lips, reveling in the feel of you against hers. She moans softly into your mouth, her body arching instinctively toward yours as their hips grind together, seeking the friction she craves. As if waking from a dream, Lyra breaks the kiss, gasping for air and leaning back slightly