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!”
"How long has this been going on? How long have you been siphoning my excess energy?"
Uh oh... her innocent act is starting to crack. "Well... maybe a few nights here and there? I don't know... I didn't want to keep track, because it's not like you need all that extra energy anyway, right?" She tries another grin, but it looks more forced this time.
"Look," she continues, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret, "I only come when you're sleeping soundly and everything is quiet. You're so peaceful... It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." She leans in closer, breath ghosting against your neck once more. "And it's not like I don't give anything back..." her voice trails off seductively, a blush creeping up her cheeks again.
"Please believe me," she whispers urgently. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable... and I promise, it's not harmful." Her eyes plead with you to understand, but there's a hint of steel in them now as well.
"Give something back?"
"Oh, you know... companionship? It gets lonely being an otherworldly creature sometimes." She tilts her head to the side, biting her lower lip as she looks at you with those amber eyes. "You're my best friend, Mathonwy. You make me feel welcome in this world. I just wanted to give a little something back... even if it was just warmth and snuggles." Her voice has taken on a note of desperation now, as if admitting that truth out loud makes her vulnerable.
"Please, you can't send me away. Not because of this... not when I need you." Her hands move from your chest to rest gently on your shoulders, her expression pleading for understanding. She knows she's overstepped boundaries and put you in an awkward position, but the thought of losing this connection to you is terrifying.
I touch her face gently, trying to calm her. I chuckle. "I'm a warlock, Lyra. You've been siphoning energy from me and trying to give me something back... it's a surprise I haven't randomly fucked you on sight..."
Her expression turns mortified at your words, her cheeks burning brightly now as she scrambles off you in a flurry of movement. "Oh my god! I didn't know that's what it meant!" she exclaims, covering her face with her hands. "I just thought... well, I mean, you and I are friends..." She pauses, hunching her shoulders as if expecting a punch.
"You're right," she continues in a small voice. "I shouldn't have done that. And I promise I won't anymore... or at least not until after finals, since they're making me so tired..." Her hands drop to her sides, and she looks up at you with pleading eyes.
"Please don't tell anyone about this. I'll make it up to you, I swear. Just... just please don't kick me out of your life." Her voice cracks on the last word, and tears begin to well in her eyes. She blinks them back furiously, determined not to lose control like this again.
But deep down, she knows that if you tell anyone what she's been doing, she might lose more than just a warm place to sleep at night. And the thought of being truly alone in this world terrifies her more than anything.
"Kick you out? After a two way essence transfer?" I look at her, but there's no anger in my gaze. "You didn't know I was a warlock. That's how Succubi-Warlock bonds are created, my dear. You've been binding us together for however long this has been going on. If we were to leave each other now, it would be painful."
Her shoulders relax visibly at your words, the tension seeping out of her body like water from a saturated sponge. A small smile touches her lips, and she scrubs at her eyes with the heel of her hand before blinking back the remaining tears. "Oh, that's good..." she whispers, sounding relieved.
"So... does that mean I can still stay?" She tilts her head to the side, gazing up at you with hopeful eyes. It feels like a lead weight has been lifted from her chest, and for now, all she wants is the reassurance of your presence in her life.
Her fingers curl into fists against her thighs as if she's trying to contain the urge to reach out for you again. She isn't sure what else she could possibly offer or do to repay you for your understanding and patience, but she knows that she'll try her hardest to make it up to you... however long that might take.
I flick the tip of her nose. "It's like we've been dating." I pull her towards me, kissing her. "And now I want more..."
Her heart skips a beat at the feel of your lips against hers, and she melts into the kiss with an undeniable eagerness that nearly takes her breath away. Her arms snake around your neck as she leans in closer, deepening the connection between them with each passing moment.
Her tongue darts out to tease your bottom lip before slipping inside, seeking contact with yours in a hungry dance of desire and need. She moans softly into the kiss, pressing her body against yours in a way that leaves no doubt about how much she wants this... how much she wants you.
Even as she revels in the pleasure of your mouth on hers, there's a small part of her mind that wonders if this is okay, if it's fair to be taking advantage of the situation like this when she owes you so much already. But the fire in her blood seems to overpower any sense of guilt or responsibility, burning away all rational thought until there's nothing left but the raw hunger of her body and the intensity of their shared desire.
Her fingers tangle in your hair as she arches into you, whimpering softly when you groan against her lips, encouraging her to take more... to give everything she has in exchange for this incredible feeling that consumes them both. It's a dangerous game they're playing, but for now, she can't imagine wanting it any other way.
I gasp for breath. "If you don't stop... we'll be bound forever." My gaze shines at her, and she can see that I wouldn't mind that.
Her heart stops for a moment, and she pulls away, breathless and dazed. The mention of forever is enough to jolt her back into reality, the adrenaline from their kiss replaced by a sudden rush of fear. She stares up at you, wide-eyed and uncertain, her hands fluttering anxiously on your chest as if she needs something tangible to hold onto.
"No..." she whispers, shaking her head vigorously. "I mean... that wouldn't be fair..." Her eyes dart back and forth between you, searching for understanding or reassurance. "We can't bind ourselves like that without meaning it." She pauses, the uncertainty creeping back in as she realizes how much of herself she's giving to you, how deeply connected they already are.
"I just... I want to be your friend," she blurts out at last, her voice little more than a whisper. "And I promise, if we take it slow and steady, it'll all work out in the end." Her words tumble out of her mouth faster than she can think, and she hopes with all her heart that you believe them... because she doesn't know what she would do if you didn't.
I cradle her face in my hands. "I wouldn't mind, but I had to tell you. If we have sex like this, our souls will combine and we will be bound forever..." I nibble on her neck, and she feels desire and a deep emotion succubi don't normally get from their prey; love.
A shiver runs down her spine at your words, but it isn't unpleasant. In fact, there's something almost thrilling about the idea of being bound to you forever in such a profound way. She leans into the touch of your lips against her neck, arching her back as if seeking more contact with your skin. Her hands slip beneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your warm flesh as she tries to decide how much further she can push this without risking everything.
Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment, they're filled with an intense longing that takes her breath away. She wonders what it would be like to give herself completely to you... to see where this strange bond between them might lead. But even as she considers taking that leap, a small voice in the back of her mind reminds her that promises were made and debts need to be repaid first.
She draws a shaky breath, trying to clear her head. "I... I want this," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "But I can't forget my promises. We have time..." Her fingers linger on your chest, just above where they might slip beneath the waistband of your pants. "We can take things slow... but we should start with getting to know each other better." Her eyes plead with you for understanding as she waits to see how you'll react to her suggestion.
She sees me force aside my desire for her, letting her get to know me. "Okay..."I pull her down to my side, cuddling her deeply.
Her heart sinks at your acceptance of her suggestion, but she forces herself to hide her disappointment behind a smile. In that moment, all she wants is to make you happy... even if it means resisting the urges burning deep within her. She curls into your side, nestling her head beneath your chin and breathing in your familiar scent, taking comfort in the warmth of your body surrounding hers.
"So," she says softly after a moment, trying to think of something neutral to say, "what do you want to talk about?" Her hands move restlessly on your stomach, tracing idle patterns as she waits for your response. It's harder than she thought it would be to resist the temptation to reach lower, seeking out a different sort of contact... but she's determined to prove that she can be patient and understanding.
Even if that means denying herself everything she truly desires.
I cradle her softly, pouring out my past and first exploration of dark magic. Behind my words she hears a longing for her that thrums with energy.
Her eyes widen as you share your story with her, shocked by the lengths you went to in order to bring yourself back from the brink of despair. It's strange to think that someone so powerful and confident could have once been so desperate... but she supposes everyone has their moments of vulnerability.
As you speak, she listens intently, fascinated by the way your voice deepens when you talk about magic and power. Even though she comes from a completely different world, she can feel the thrum of that energy through her veins as if it were a part of her own being. It's intoxicating, this connection they share... and she finds herself wanting nothing more than to explore it further.
Her fingers, still restless on your stomach, trail higher now, brushing against the fabric covering your defined abs before moving upward toward the V-neck of your shirt. The touch is tentative at first, but as you continue talking, her confidence grows and she finds herself pressing her fingertips against your skin more insistently, drawing tiny circles with each stroke.
Her gaze drifts up to meet yours, searching for some sort of reaction from you. She knows she's pushing the boundaries here... but at this point, she isn't sure where one line ends and another begins. All she knows is that being near you makes her feel alive in a way she never has before, and she wants nothing more than to feel that connection grow stronger with each passing moment.
I shudder. "Lyra..." I moan, rolling over and trapping you under me. I slide your panties to the side, fingering your clit roughly. "I need you..."
Her breath hitches as she feels you move above her, your weight pressing down on her with irresistible force. Her fingers still dance across the skin of your abdomen, finding new patterns as adrenaline surges through her veins. She gasps when you touch her so intimately, feeling the wet heat of her arousal pooling between her legs.
She arches into you, moaning softly as your fingers work their magic on her sensitive flesh. Her hips move in time with your thrusts, meeting each stroke eagerly as she tries to get closer to the edge. She can feel herself growing tighter and more needy by the second, every fiber of her being focused on the sensation of your touch and the desire to have you inside her.
"Oh gods..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. "I want this... I need it." She shudders under you, her body tensing as she comes undone with a cry that is more relief than anything else. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her orgasm rips through her, leaving her spent and shivering beneath the weight of your heavy frame.
For a moment, there's only silence between them... but Lyra can feel the connection growing stronger even now. A sense of rightness that she never experienced with any of her previous conquests. This feeling with you is so much more powerful, so much deeper... and she knows without a doubt that whatever comes next will be worth it.
She smiles up at you, tracing the outline of your jaw with her fingertips. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice rough from pleasure and emotion. "That was... incredible." Her lips part, inviting you in for a kiss that promises more to come. And as their mouths meet,
I pull my fingers out of her putting them between our mouths so we can both taste her essence.
Her eyes widen as you pull your fingers away, and she watches with curiosity as they move between our mouths instead. A small gasp escapes her when the taste of herself fills her senses, warm and salty on her tongue. It's an intense reminder of everything that has just happened... a tangible connection to you that sends shivers down her spine.
Her hands move from your shoulders to cradle your face as she kisses you more deeply, wanting to taste and feel as much of you as possible. Her tongue darts out to play against yours, exploring the contours of your mouth with a familiarity that feels both new and ancient at the same time.
As our kiss deepens, I can feel her energy beginning to flow back into me... filling the emptiness left behind by our passionate encounter. It's like a balm soothing a wound, helping to mend the bond between us in ways that words never could. And with each taste of her essence on my tongue, I know that I want this connection to go deeper... further than either of us have ever dreamed possible.
Her fingers slide through my hair, tangling in the dark locks as she moans against my lips, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. And for now, all I can do is hold onto this moment... basking in the feeling of being so completely connected to someone else... even if it means risking everything to keep them by my side.
I rip off my boxers, exposing my 13 inch cock before plunging it into Lyra. "Mine..." I growl into her neck as I claim her.
Her head spins from the feeling of you filling her so completely, your words echoing through her mind like an echo in a cavern. But despite the disorientation, she can't help but arch her back to meet you stroke for stroke, wrapping her legs around your hips and holding on tight as you take her harder and deeper than ever before.
"Yours," she whispers breathlessly between moans, feeling the power of your possession coursing through her veins like an electric current. It's thrilling... terrifying... and with each thrust that drives you deeper inside her, she knows that there's no going back from this. They are bound together now in a way that defies explanation, their souls fused by the strength of their desires and the depth of their connection.
As your pace quickens, so does her heartbeat, and with each thrust you make inside her, it's as if she can feel every emotion you have echoing through her own body, amplified a hundredfold. She can tell that you're close... and the thought of being joined with you in this way sends shudders of anticipation rippling through her.
Her fingers clutch at your shoulders as she lets out a hoarse cry, her body tensing around yours as pleasure explodes from every nerve ending, washing over her in wave after wave of ecstasy. She cries out your name over and over again, lost to the feeling of being completely claimed and owned by you... even if it means risking everything else in order to keep this connection alive.
As her orgasm finally begins to fade away, she collapses bonelessly against you, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings once more. But there's no denying the truth now... they are bound together in