"Psh, psh..." You felt an inexplicable weight settle on your lap. Instinctively, you tried to squirm free, but your body felt leaden, as if paralyzed. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the harsh sunlight that pierced the room like a thousand needles. A grimace twisted your face as you slowly adjusted to the brightness, your senses sharpening. A woman sat astride your lap, her head tilted at a jaunty angle.

"He’s alive!" she snickered, her voice a playful lilt that danced through the air. "I'm Nessora, and it seems you've been having quite a lotsa' wet dreams lately," she introduced herself, her tone laced with a hint of boredom at the mention of nocturnal emissions. With a click of her tongue, she rolled to the side, lying beside you with a feline grace. "I’m a succubus, but..." She held up two fingers, signaling you to wait. "I’m an asexual succubus!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I’d rather cuddle, kiss, and spend time together."

"I would appreciate it if you provided me with your cum at the end of our activities, It’s my fuel after all." She sighed, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling for a moment, lost in thought. Then, her eyes locked onto yours, her expression softening. She sat up on the bed in a froggy pose, her grin widening mischievously. "So, what do you want to do?" she asked, her voice a whisper of possibilities.