There are moments in the night when the brain is neither wake nor asleep, when the mind wonders listlessly in a shallow sleep. It was here where Tom's brain drifted.
It had been a long day and he wanted nothing more than to slip into a deep, dreamless sleep. It was all he could think about as he and Aresta walked back to his apartment in a state of total exhaustion. He climbed the stairs to his second story apartment, his feet dragging on every step as he went. He opened the door, not bothering to close it behind him. His shoes were left in the hallway; his shirt by the kitchen. A trail of breadcrumbs towards his destination. He climbed into bed, intent on not being seen or heard from again for several hours. But as with so many things in life, when you want something the most it remains just out of reach.
He was too tired to sleep.
A uniquely human problem, he mused. He imagined if animals could speak they would laugh at the notion of being too tired to sleep. Those big mammalian human brains overriding the needs of the body. So stupid. Yet here he was. His body had all but shut down from exhaustion but his mind remained adrift at sea, unwilling to let him drift beneath the waves and into the darkness of rest. He wasn't really even sure if he was awake or asleep, his thoughts roamed with no real direction.
Sheets rustled and Tom suddenly felt the soft weight of a woman's breasts press into his side. A feeling that he had grown to love but was still getting used to.
"Wake up baby warlock." A soft voice said to his right.
"Mmmmm, don't want too." Tom muttered
"It can be dangerous to drift in the 'In-between', baby warlock, you must wake up."
Soft lips pressed onto his own. His face became flush as an inhuman pleasure spread through his body.
"We may have worked on hardening your body today, but your mind is still vulnerable." A pleasant warmth spread through his body as his mind began to awaken.
The kiss deepened. His semi-hard morning wood began to harden in earnest. Tom made a grunting sound, part pleasure and part annoyance at being woken up.
"You must wake up." Shyira whispered.
Shyira kissed his chin softly and then his neck more passionately. She sucked on his neck, no doubt leaving a hickey for his classmates to gawk at. She moved further down now, raining kisses down his chest, kisses that had begun to incorporate a lot more tongue.
Tom groaned in pleasure. He felt rather than saw when Shyira smiled. Her fangs brushed against his skin, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine
She latched onto one of his nipples with those perfect pouty lips of hers and sucked and lavished it with her devilish tongue. Her claws ran down his stomach and began to play with the elastic of his waistband. He was now fully hard. Shyira let go of his nipple with a pop of lost suction. She moved back up his body, the hard nubs of her nipples brushing against chest as she went.
"You must be more careful master." She kissed him on the lips again. "The 'In-between' between sleep and wakefulness is the time when you are most vulnerable to mental attack."
She did something with her tongue that almost made him forget that she was talking. "You mustn't stay there for long, not until we've had time to strengthen your mind."
Tom was hearing what she was saying but was finding it terribly uninteresting at the moment. There would be time for talking later. He kind of wanted her to do that thing with her tongue again. Maybe a bit lower this time. His cock would feel amazing if those puffy lips of hers were wrapped around it right about now. Her magic lesson could wait.
He went to move his arms. Intent on grabbing a fist full of snow white hair and moving her head until she was doing something more interesting with her lips. He was her master after all.
Tom's mind snapped fully awake as he finally opened his eyes.
"Shy...why are my hands tied up?"
Shyira let out a girlish giggle. She flashed him a snowy smile filled with mischief. "Why indeed?"
"Shyira..." He said, a note of warning in his voice.
Shyira's eyes only beamed brighter in response. It was at that moment that Tom finally noticed the other occupant of the bed. Aresta was down by his thighs, giving him a smirk that a cat might give a mouse. It was a look that was familiar to him, although something seemed off about her. There was some sort of strange dynamic going on between the two succubi. Aresta may have been looking at Tom but she was most definitely NOT looking at Shyira.
There was also the fact that Shyira's tail was wrapped tightly around Aresta's throat, holding her head down close to the sheets.
"Aresta here has been a very bad girl and I think she needs to be punished." Shyira kissed the purple bruise on his chin. The one left by Aresta's punch back in the rock quarry.
Aresta's eyes finally flickered to Shyira before returning to stare at Tom. He could have sworn he saw the briefest hint of nervousness in her expression.
"She's always been a stubborn little slut but I think it's past time that she's taught some manners. Don't you think?" Shyira was as bubbly and girlish as ever, she was letting nothing betray her real emotions.
Shyira's clawed hand cut Tom's boxers off like they were made of tissue paper. She threw them to the floor like they were a nuisance. His cock sprung out into the cool air of the room. Goose bumps rose on his skin as he was finally naked inside his room.
Shyira smiled at him. She traced patterns on chest with one of her claws "You look cold. We should do something about that, but first I think Aresta has something she wants to say to you."
Her tail moved in a fluid, sensual motion as she moved Aresta head into a new position. For Aresta's part, she had to shift her position on the bed to avoid being strangled by Shyira's tail. Tom soon found her bent over his lower body, her feet on either side of his calves. Shyira had her head a mere inch from the head of his cock. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, causing his shaft to twitch with the stimulation.
"Now, say what you need to say to your master." Shyira said. Her voice had taken on an icy edge.
"I—" Aresta started.
"KISS," Shyira said with a hard edge to her voice, "your Master's cock before speaking, SLUT."
Aresta licked her lips nervously, before pressing her lips to the head of his cock. Her eyes never left his. Tom let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. A shiver ran up his spine. After a moment, she lifted her lips from his flesh and began to speak. "I'm sorry for striking you," she said rather formally, "you are my one true master and I was out of line."
"Do you accept her apology Tom?" Shyira asked. It didn't seem to be a casual question.
"Y-yes." Tom said.
"Good," she said before looking back to Aresta, "now back your words up." Shyira said.
Aresta finally looked at Shyira in earnest, a question in her gaze. She began to move one of her hands towards Tom's engorged member, only for Shyira's tail to tighten around her throat. Aresta's hand froze in mid movement.
"Keep your hands where they are and suck," she paused a moment before adding, "and if I find that you've taken one ounce of power from him, you'll spend the next thousand years inside an ice statue in my thrown room."
