A web developer AND The succubus

Affection

I think with my eyes closed. I don't know how much time has passed since I lay down with Verosika. But I know for sure that I've already had 4 dreams. And since, no matter how long they may seem, these dreams usually only take up a few seconds in the real world, it's really hard to tell how long I've been here.

One dream was too good to be true, and in the other three, things didn't end well.

Fortunately, once they were over, all the melancholy from them faded instantly.

I don't open my eyes, but I turn onto my side, facing right, where Verosika continues to sleep. Her arm is wrapped around my neck.

We've shifted positions many times while sleeping, but I believe we've never broken contact.

I'd know she's close to me even if we weren't touching, because I can smell her, now mixed with the cherry flavor I noticed earlier when I kissed her.

Yes... the kiss...

I keep wondering if it was a mistake.

She'll probably notice when she wakes up, because succubi can sense any trace of pheromones or foreign fluids. Even a microscopic drop of my saliva would be immediately detected by her senses.

And let's add that my saliva probably contained hormones and other stuff. All substances that succubi can detect.

What I did is literally a declaration. And part of it was intentional. But I really think I made a mistake.

I open my eyes.

She's still sleeping. She's on her side, facing me, with her eyes closed and her face relaxed.

I move closer, shortening the distance between our bodies.

Her scent grows even stronger, especially the cherry smell. It must be because my face is now very close to hers.

I extend my left arm, because I want to touch her back again.

Warm to the touch, and soft. As I move higher, her skin disappears, and instead I find the soft fabric of her top covering her chest and the upper part of her back.

I caress the area where her shoulder blades are. They're firm, but in a way, they're pleasant to the touch.

I'd love to slide my hands under her top to feel the skin in those areas, but no. That would be invading a personal space she hasn't authorized me to touch.

That's how I saw it as soon as I understood she wanted me to cuddle her. She exposed the areas she wanted me to touch, but nothing more.

I gently move my right arm under her neck and, reaching her other arm still on her shoulder blades, I pull her into an embrace, holding her close.

When I do, it's like a new bomb of warmth and scent explodes, but more intense than before. Maybe because I can smell her hair now.

I'd like to know what time it is, but unfortunately, the damn eternal day of hell prevents me from knowing if it's night.

But in the end, it doesn't matter.

I have everything I need here.

As I think about it, I can't help but think about how hypocritical I am. Because I keep thinking I made a mistake, but at the same time, I'm happy.

What makes it even more beautiful now is the fact that I can fully focus on our senses. Because there's no sexual pressure bothering me at this moment.

I think it's exactly like I suspected, and Verosika's lack of libido, caused by the drop in oxytocin, must be having an impact on me too, because I have no erection despite practically being pressed up against her.