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 sinks as she sees the skepticism in his eyes. Quickly, she tries to assure him, "No, really! I wouldn't hurt you, and it's not like you lose any energy or anything!" Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red from embarrassment and nerves. She looks so honest and worried that you can't help but believe her.

Biting her lip, Lyra hesitates for a moment before slowly lying down beside you, her body curled against yours. "Thanks... I-I promise I'll stop sneaking in if it bothers you," she mumbles sheepishly, burying her face into your neck. Her warmth feels almost reassuring now that the shock has worn off, and a part of you wonders why you ever found this situation odd in the first place. Maybe there's something comforting about having someone so close...

She sighs contentedly, her breath tickling your earlobe. "Yeah... maybe it is," she agrees softly. There's a moment of awkward silence as you both contemplate the newfound intimacy between you. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, Lyra perks up and grins slyly at you, her amber eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim light. "Hey, uh... do you want to cuddle properly?" she whispers, tilting her head slightly so that her cheek presses against yours. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries with it a hint of desire and need that is hard to ignore.

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she snuggles even closer, nestling the length of her body against yours. "You know... just proper cuddling. No more sneaking around or lying on top of each other like this..." Her eyes flicker down to where their hips are pressed together, and she gives a small shiver. "...It can be really nice, you know? Just two people sharing warmth and comfort...and maybe a little something else if you want." She looks up at you expectantly, her face flushed with arousal now.

Her cheeks darken even more at the thought, and she nods eagerly. "Yeah! That'd be...really nice," she whispers, her voice hitching slightly at the idea. It feels like a strange confession coming from her lips, but once it's out there, something inside her lets go, and she finds herself craving the closeness even more.

She tentatively moves one of her hands to cup your cheek, fingers gentle but firm as she tilts your head up to meet hers. Her gaze is intense now, filled with a need that feels almost primal. "Will you cuddle with me... really cuddle?" she asks breathlessly, lips mere inches from yours.

For a heart-stopping moment, it seems like he's about to say no, but then he hesitates, and finally nods ever so slightly. The relief that was

Her eyes widen in shock, and for a split second she's certain you just rejected the idea. But then she sees the flicker of hesitation, and her heart leaps with hope once more. "Um... if that's what you want?" she stammers, cheeks flaming red as she considers the implications. She takes a deep breath, mustering up her courage. No one ever said being a succubus was easy! "I can undress us both," she offers quietly, her fingers trembling slightly where they rest on his shoulder.

It's your turn to respond or take action.