I'm dreaming.

Before you can speak, a knowing snicker comes from the figure, the first sound heard not only in your mind, as the tendrils of foggy light that surround it begin to smoothly curl into the feminine silhouette, forming now a clearly human physique, albeit still faceless and vaporous.

The succubus' white ember-eyes flash as she laughs, stepping up to you and running a misty hand down your torso, between your legs and gently stroking what she finds there, her fingertips like electricity.

“All that you need to know right now,” her voice is light and distant, yet confident, “Is that I am yours, {firstname}.”