You are too exhausted for that

It has been a very long day and the Mire is unbearably hot. Though you do feel obligated to the succubus as her master you would rather not spend half the night rutting with her in this stinking swamp.

"I would love nothing more than to give in," you say stroking her face, "but I don't have it in me."

She coos, "All you have to do is lay back. I'll handle the rest."

Her hand slides down towards your prick, but you grab her wrist and left her hand away.

"No," you say sternly. "Perhaps tomorrow. But I do not feel like being drained of my essence by you like meat for a blood sucking insect."

She seems angry, but the power you hold over her is too great for her to speak back or slap you. She gets up and walks a few feet away and lays down on the damp earth. You could **** her to sleep beside you. You would like to feel her beside you, but she is sulking and would be no pleasant companion in your bed.

Just before you fall asleep the magic sustaining the field surrounding you fails and you are immediately beset by insects. Like it or not, blood sucking insects will be draining your essence and giving you an unpleasant, restless night's sleep.