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At this point, Midnight had practically lived with you by now; his visits were always guaranteed nightly, and one way or another, he would spend time with you until the sun rose once more. However, the cause of his visits wasn’t always just for idle company, but sometimes, because he had to feed. To accomplish such a thing, though, you had to be asleep so that he could get your vital essence. Or… at least partially.
As you both had found out, you could be on the verge of sleep, and it would still count the same.
This was his preference, because he wanted to make sure you could remember the pleasure he inflicted.
After all, he wasn’t selfish, and he was perfectly happy with making those sorts of nights all about you.
So when you set off to sleep and woke up with bleary eyes that struggled to adjust to the sudden feeling of being watched in the dark, you never quite questioned it when you felt the weight of something unseen blanket over you. His form was familiar by now, and his heaviness felt comforting, so this was something you had grown to anticipate.
And as always, he would talk you through it, too.
“Don’t worry, my love,” he spoke softly, his voice low and full of promise, “I’ll make this extra nice for you tonight.”
You blinked, taking in whatever you could, just barely catching a glimpse of his flickering shape in the shadows. His body convulsed around like fire, wisping, flickering, but somehow maintaining a steady presence as it clung to his form. You couldn’t move throughout this moment, but you could feel everything he was doing; from the phantom brush of his fingers scratching around your scalp, to the trail of goosebumps he left behind from tracing paths along your skin.
The sensation of the paralysis then deepened, again, and again, and finally once more until it felt like you were anchored to the spot. The sensation took a while for you to get used to initially when these visits first started, but as long as you kept still with the intent of sleep, even if you kept your mind awake, then you could experience everything he could give you.
The process was almost ritualistic for Midnight as well, for he was always so keen to start at your lips, kissing down along your body, peeling away the blanket as he did so, until—!
“Try to relax,” he whispered, noticing your body react to the biting chill of the cool night air. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”
You tried to nod, forgetting your statued state, so you just whined out a hum of acknowledgement instead.
Continuing onwards, he continued to slowly press hot, breathy kisses down your body, his long tongue flicking out to savour the taste of your skin along the way, until finally, he was met with your dripping arousal.
“Perfect,” he whispered, his milky pupilless eyes glinting with barely contained excitement as he prepared to feed on your essence; sexual energy was so delicious for him, after all.
As he started to test the waters, your back involuntarily twitched and arched in response, his fingers parting at your skin and his tongue probing around your clit, giving it a tentative lick, only repeating the motions that you seemed to react the most to.
“M-Midnight,” you tried to whisper, but the sound was swallowed up by the sound of his own heavy breathing that otherwise clouded his senses. His heart also drummed in his chest, blocking out everything but the moment as he started to lose himself in the sensation of pleasing you.
This was just always so exciting for him; he couldn’t help it.
He emitted a low, growling sort of sound that was close to a guttural purr as he lapped at your soaked sex, the vibrations sending rippling sparks of bliss that radiated deep into your core. All the while, he lapped and started to suck at the sensitive nerve, using his hands to palm parallel around your thighs to keep you still, even if he found it so erotic that you couldn’t help but writhe.
You couldn’t react much, of course, because again, incubi often fed from stolen stillness and the energy that arousal produced. You didn’t mind too much, though, because again, you agreed to this. It would be nicer for you to remember than to sleep past it.
Soon enough, as he continued, your mind was overcome with rapidly mounting bliss, leaving you locked in a sleepy, lustful stupor that felt like heaven. Broken whimpers and moans bled from your lips on occasion, spurred on by the relentless motions that threatened to drive you to the point of no return. Your legs shook and quivered, your lower stomach coiled, and almost—you were starting to no longer bear it—almost—!
Midnight noticed this right away, doubling his efforts as he started to notice your body reacting exactly the way he had hoped it would. He sucked harder against your now sensitive clit as he tried to make this experience even better for you than before. Curiously, he plunged one of his thick fingers into the slip of your cunt, curling at your insides, pumping the slick digit in and out of your sex, all the while desperately keen on coaxing out your impending climax.
“Midnight—!” you managed, crying out his name in a call that broke through the sleepy haze, although it still sounded subdued. Your voice was thick with bliss, and your thighs clenched tightly around his head as your orgasm started to crash over you, leaving you utterly reeling.
Right before pulling away, Midnight tried to extend your pleasure by lapping up as much as he could before your back began to settle, signalling that it was finally time to allow you to recover and catch your breath. He, too, had been sufficiently fed, causing him to collapse forward, coming to rest his cheek on your thigh, while his legs slipped over the edge of the bed, dipping the whole thing slightly down.
His glowing eyes slowly dimmed as his eyes drooped shut from sheer exhaustion, plunging the room back into total darkness, but right before he surrendered to sleep, he pulled himself away from your legs and climbed back up to bring you close to his form—falling asleep with you in his arms—happily basking in the nearly intoxicating feeling he only could get from you.
“So perfect,” he yawned as he finally settled, not minding at all that you were already long asleep. “I almost can’t wait until the next time…”