A shower.

Feeling quite gross with all the sweat and reeking of sex, you realize that you haven't had a proper shower since your first night in hospital. Getting into your shower, your joints pop and you groan audibly as you twist and move your body, trying to work out any stiffness in your muscles. Closing your eyes, you sigh heavily and start to relax as the hot water rains over your body. But then, you hear the door creak open. "Seriously? I can't even shower in peace?", you gripe, not opening your eyes. A loud tut comes over the shower and the door creaks shut. "Thank you."

You stay in the shower until all the hot water is gone. Shaking most of the water off your head, you turn the shower off and step out. Your ears perk up though. Why is the shower still on? Looking to your side, you confirm that you've turned it off. Stepping out of the bathroom, you see Selas standing under a small rain cloud in your hallway, thoroughly soaping up her breasts. Your shoulders drop. "Shower's free now," you grumble, moving past her quickly.

After getting dressed, you slump down on your couch with a mug of coffee and sip it angrily. Selas comes down shortly, finally dressed, and sits across from you, crossing her legs under her. "So what are we going to do today then?"

"'We' are not going to do anything," you inform her, taking another sip. "'I' am going to figure out a way to get rid of you, and 'You' are going to let me do that."

"No, there's no getting rid of me." She smiles warmly at you and chuckles. "I was thinking that we'd go out. Find you another girl to fuck; find me another guy to tease; maybe make them meet and watch them fuck while we fuck. Maybe you fuck her while I blow him? Maybe he fucks me and she blows you? Y'know? Just another normal day for us now."

Cupping your face in your hands, you let out a low growl before sighing in defeat. Leaning back in your couch, you rub your eyes at her. "I thought you said you didn't need to feed for a week."

"Yeah. But I'd be a poor succubus if I turned down an opportunity for a fuck."

Your temples start to throb painfully and you massage them, trying to make a decision.