Chapter 59. Dream
Succubi Chapter 59. Dream
I stared at the ceiling, replaying the voices—his urgency, her panic, that name…
Lunara.
It meant nothing to me.
And yet my heart had reacted like it remembered.
“Weird…”
I sighed and turned my head slowly toward Sera, who was still dead asleep, arms wound around my waist like a sleepy koala from hell. Her face was soft, peaceful. A little drool glistened at the corner of her mouth.
Cute.
And also?
Extremely inconvenient.
“I gotta get up,” I murmured.
She responded by burrowing closer and letting out a little sigh. One of her legs slid higher over mine, pulling me in even tighter.
“…Seriously?”
I tried to slide one arm out. Her grip only tightened. When I shifted my hips, her tail looped around my thigh.
Yup, she was in her succubus form.
She didn’t even open her eyes.
I sighed again, this time with more resigned suffering.
Okay. Stealth wasn’t working.
“Sera,” I said, voice low. “You’re heavy.”
“Mmm… warm…” she mumbled, nuzzling into my side.
“You’re suffocating me.”
“No m’not,” she muttered, eyes still closed. “You smell nice.”
I paused. Blinked. “…Thanks?”
She smiled softly in her sleep. “You smell like… sin and soap.”
Okay. I was done.
I pushed myself up slightly, trying to maneuver out without waking her fully.
Big mistake.
Her eyes fluttered open halfway, still hazy with sleep. She blinked up at me, then frowned.
“…Leaving already?” she asked, voice raspy.
“You weren’t here to begin with. You snuck in.”
“Didn’t wanna sleep alone…” she murmured, pulling herself up just enough to rest her cheek on my chest now instead of my ribs.
“Sera.”
“Hmm?”
“I had a weird dream. The world might be ending. Can you let go?”
“Nope.”
“...Why not?”
She peeked up, one eye open, the barest hint of a smile playing on her lips. “You look too comfortable.”
I stared at her.
Deadpan.
Unamused.
“I am comfortable,” I said slowly, “because I like sleeping alone.”
“Liar,” she yawned.
And just like that, she was asleep again.
I stared at the ceiling.
Then at the clock.
6:03 AM.
I had woken up from a dream about possibly royal betrayal, interdimensional collapse, and forbidden demons…
And now I was being emotionally blackmailed by a sleepy succubus glued to my torso like a clingy body pillow.
“Fine,” I muttered. “Five more minutes.”
And yeah.
I didn’t move.
Not because I gave in.
I was just… gathering strength.
Probably.
Maybe.
…Shut up.
Sera’s breathing was already slow again, her weight soft against my chest, like she hadn’t just launched a stealth cuddle attack in the middle of my existential morning crisis. Her tail lazily flicked back and forth now, curling around my thigh with a possessiveness that was more reflex than intention.
I sighed.
Tried not to twitch.
But of course, the second I did, she spoke.
“Hey…” she mumbled sleepily, not bothering to lift her head. “You said you had a weird dream.”
“Yeah.”
She tilted her chin up just enough to peer at me, squinting like the light offended her. “Wanna tell me?”
I paused. Thought about brushing it off.
But then her tail curled tighter.
And her fingers subtly tightened against my ribs.
Okay, apparently we were being emotionally supported this morning whether I liked it or not.
“There was a voice,” I said finally. “A guy. He said something about taking their son to the mortal world. Said his brother was rebelling, the palace was surrounded.”
Sera blinked. “Palace?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn. You dream big.”
I rolled my eyes. “There was a woman too. She sounded… scared. Said something about a forbidden demon being with the enemy. And then the guy yelled at her to go. Called her a name.”
“What name?” Sera asked softly.
“Lunara,” I said. “Weird, right?”
At that, Sera stiffened just slightly. Her eyes lost a bit of their sleepiness.
“…Lunara?”
I nodded. “Sound familiar?”
Her tail flicked once, a little tighter around my thigh now. “Tell me the rest.”
“That was the rest,” I said. “It was just pieces. Voices. Urgency. Fear. Then nothing.”
Sera was quiet for a long moment.
Then she whispered, “Maybe it was your parents.”
I snorted, instantly. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
I turned my head to stare at her. “Sera, I don’t remember being in the orphanage. I only know I was there because my human parents told me. They said they found me outside a temple, wrapped in weird black cloth, crying my lungs out—and the orphanage had no records of where I came from.”
She didn’t laugh.
Didn’t tease.
Just looked at me seriously and said, “You know baby demons have weird memory storage, right?”
I blinked. “What?”
“We don’t form memories the same way mortals do,” she said, her voice still low, calm, almost scholarly despite the fact she was still wrapped around me like a clingy sleep beast. “When we’re young, we’re more instinct than reason. But sometimes, if we experience a spike in emotion or trauma, it etches deeper. The memory hides, not in your mind, but in your instincts.”
I frowned. “That’s… not terrifying at all.”
“It’s how some high-bloodlines can recognize old enemies even if they’ve been reincarnated or body-shifted,” she added. “It’s not memory. It’s instinctual recall. Emotion-tied.”
“So… what, you think that dream was me instincting something?”
“It’s possible.” She rested her head against my chest again. “Something about it clearly triggered your demonic side. You said the name and you remembered the voices.”
I stared up at the ceiling again, her words mixing with the heat of her tail still brushing absently over my leg like she didn’t realize she was doing it.
Instinct.
Lunara.
A palace.
A betrayal.
A forbidden demon.
None of them made any sense. But the second I closed my eyes and said them, something inside me stirred like it remembered.
I opened my mouth slowly, voice quieter now. Not because I didn’t believe it—
But because saying it out loud felt too big.
“So it means… I just dreamed about… my past? When my mom took me here?”
Sera didn’t lift her head, just nodded gently against my shoulder. “I guess.”
I swallowed hard.
That was heavy.
Really heavy.
“So…” I said slowly, the words forming as I spoke them, “that means she’s in the human world?”
There was a flicker of something in Sera’s eyes. Concern? Hesitation? She shrugged slightly. “Maybe. But don’t hope too much.”
I blinked. “Why?”
She pulled back slightly to meet my gaze, her tail flicking lazily again near my leg. “Evan. Your mom must’ve been… someone powerful. Like high-blood powerful. Maybe noble. Maybe royalty. The current king doesn’t just let traitors slide.”
I fell silent.
Yeah.
That… tracked.
Especially with how the man in the dream had yelled. He wasn’t some random grunt. He had command. And desperation. My real dad…
And that woman’s voice—Lunara—she’d sounded more afraid for me than herself.
I felt something tighten in my chest.
“True,” I murmured, this time softer, lower.
Just one word.
But it sank deep.
Sera didn’t say anything at first. She just watched me. Eyes half-lidded, maybe from sleep, maybe from restraint.
Then she smiled—soft, and maybe a little sad.
“Well,” she said, “I guess I need to cheer you up.”
“Huh?” I blinked at her.
She placed one finger on my lips. “Shhh. Just close your eyes.”
“What—”
“No thinking. No stressing. Just trust me.”
And before I could protest, she pulled me down, tucking my head right against her chest.
Oh.
Okay.
I mean…
Her chest wasn’t like Lilith’s—Lilith was an overachiever in the bust department—but Sera’s was… plush. Cozy. The perfect size for resting, really. And she smelled like midnight sugar and lavender shampoo.
My pride flinched.
My brain said, ‘This is how you die’.
My nose said, ‘Shut up and enjoy this.’
I huffed once, but didn’t resist.
She hummed, pleased. “Good. Now close your eyes.”
I grumbled, “I’m not a child.”
“Then stop fidgeting, big baby.”
So yeah.
I closed my eyes.
Big mistake.
Because that’s when I felt it.
Her tail.
It flicked again.
Lower.
Way lower.
A little pat near the hip.
A brush against the front of my pants.
I twitched, eyes snapping open slightly.
“Sera—”
“Shhh,” she whispered, voice sweet as sin. “I’m raising your mood.”
“You’re raising something else.”
She giggled, which immediately made it worse. Because then she wiggled her tail, brushing it right up between my legs like it was accidentally curious.
And that was not helping my situation.
My breath caught. “Sera.”
“I’m helping,” she said innocently. “You're stressed.”
“You’re escalating. If you keep that up, ‘it’ is gonna rise soon.”
But she didn’t stop. That tail was sneaky. Tricky. Teasing. It stroked slow little circles over the bulge in my pants now, soft and sinfully steady.
I bit my lip, trying not to squirm.
Then— I felt it.
Another… brush.
But not from her tail.
I frowned.
-Tap. -Tap.
Lower calf.
Then my thigh.
Wait.
Wait wait wait…
One tail. Just one tail. Right?
I cracked one eye open.
WRONG
There weren’t one.
There weren’t even two.
There were… six.
Slithering.
Coiling.
Moving with a wet, quiet shhk noise across the sheets and floor like they were born in deep sea and shadow.
They weren’t tails.
They were tentacles.
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