AMV

23:30

Lucas stared at the ceiling, the blue light coming from his television being the only thing to illuminate the room. He was laying down on his bed, in a strange state between tiredness and restlessness. He had no intention of getting up, but he just couldn't find it in him to fall asleep.

Lockdown had greatly affected him. More than he thought it would. He'd always been the sort to stay inside and not socialise, but as he got more and more used to this ideal social deprivation, the more he longed for the company of another human being. But once restrictions were lifted, not much felt different. He was trapped. His walls closed in. His desire for friendship grew. But it never came. Many would-be-comrades or potential partners came and went, abandoning him at the first sign of his prime personality as an energetic, eccentric individual.

So Lucas lay down. He lay down and stared at the ceiling. Waiting...

But to wait, someone has to know what they're waiting for. And Lucas didn't have such knowledge. He sighed, rolling onto his side and facing the wall and closing his eyes.

…

Something was wrong, a sixth sense kicking in. Was something here? Was he alone?

Somehow, he didn't seem to care. He knew he should be, if this was some sort of uninvited guest, but...

He just couldn't muster up the resolve to turn around.

And then he felt something touch him. A hand, there was no doubt about it. But it didn't feel like one of a gritty, hardened man looking to kill him and rob him. It felt delicate. Youthful and small. It slowly started to pull him onto his back...

"Shit. I'm dead. I'm dead and there's nothing I can do. If I make a noise they're gonna kill me.", he thought to himself. He entered fear paralysis, closing his eyes and letting his body go limp in the hopes that the visitor would mistake him for a sleeping person. This fascade fell as soon as he felt his pants being tugged on. He opened his eyes on instinct to see his visitor, in a prone position on his legs.

It was a small girl, looking no older than 10. She had long, lilac hair and lilac eyes to match. She seemed to be sporting a frilly piece of black fabric, tied at the centre of the chest with a black bow that just barely covered her nipples, along with a pair of black opera gloves. She had some black, fancy thigh highs, black panties, and... that seemed to be where her clothing ended. She did, notably, have a... tail of some sort coming from behind her.

Lucas froze, trying to process what was in front of him, asking himself questions such as: "What the fuck" and "Who are you". In his confused, sleep deprived state, he settled on an amalgamation of the two.

"W-What are you..?"

The girl quickly crawled further up, placing a hand on his mouth.

"Shhhhhh, take it easy, big guy... everything's okay~"

In his current mental state, these words were comforting for a second before he got back to wondering what this girl's deal was.

"Y-You didn't answer my question..."

"You don't need to know, you just need to let me do my thing~"

The girl rose, now sitting atop Lucas's pelvis and looking at him with bedroom eyes. Something was glowing on her stomach... a pink tattoo. It was one Lucas recognised from his time on the internet as that of a succubus tattoo. It was a good thing that Lucas was good at handling reality checks, because everything was starting to make sense...

(If you're reading this this is nowhere near done, please be patient-