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!”

Oh, it's harmless all right! She leans in closer and places a kiss on your cheek, her breath tickling your ear. I can tell you feel so much better after a nice snuggle with me. Besides, you know how much I love being close to you... why waste the opportunity?

"Really?" she asks, sounding hopeful. She pulls back to look at you again, her eyes searching your face. "You mean it? You don't mind me... being here with you like this?" There's a hint of nervousness in her voice as she waits for your reply.

Her expression shifts from nervous to relieved as she smiles brightly, leaning forward to press her lips against yours in a sweet kiss. "Thank you," she whispers before pulling back and flopping down on the pillow beside you, cuddling up close once more. "You're the best, you know that?"

The kiss deepens as you respond eagerly, her heart fluttering in her chest at the warmth and affection she feels from you. She moans softly into your mouth, wrapping one of her legs around yours while her hand gently caresses your chest through the fabric of your pajamas. Her other arm comes up to circle your shoulders, pulling you closer still as their tongues dance together in a heated tangle.

As the kiss ends, she lays her head on your shoulder with a contented sigh, cuddling closer still. "I'm so lucky to have found someone like you," she whispers, her breath tickling against your neck. "You make everything brighter just by being there."

Her fingers idly explore the contours of your chest, tracing lazy patterns over your nipples and lower onto your stomach. The touch sends tingles through your body,

feeling her arousal begin to build as their physical connection intensifies. "Do you ever... I mean, would you ever want me to," she starts, trailing off nervously before gathering the courage to continue, "...do things like we do in those magazines?" She blushes deeply, cursing her lack of subtlety even as she wonders if perhaps this could be a way for them to share their affection more intimately.

She blushes even deeper, if that's possible, and squirms a little under your gaze before trying to explain herself. "Like... well, you know how humans have sex in those pictures? With their, um..." She trails off again, unable to bring herself to be so explicit. "I've never really done it with anyone before," she admits in a tiny voice. "But I thought maybe if we tried...?" Her eyes dart away from yours, searching the room as if she could hide behind the shadows cast by the dim light of your bedside lamp.

Her cheeks burn, and she presses her lips together to prevent herself from blurting out any more embarrassing admissions. The awkward silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before finally, she whispers: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

Lyra takes a deep breath, mustering her courage as she slowly shifts closer to you on the bed. "Are you sure?" she asks softly, searching your face for any signs of uncertainty or discomfort. When you nod reassuringly, she exhales in relief and smiles shyly up at you.

Her fingers trail lightly down the center of your chest before dipping lower to explore the hairs at the base of your stomach. Her other hand comes up to caress your cheek, guiding your face towards hers as she leans in for another, much more tentative kiss. The contact sends a wave of heat through her body, and she moans softly against your lips, reveling in the sensation.

Her movements grow bolder now, as she begins to experiment with the unfamiliar sensations. Her hands roam freely over your chest and stomach, while