I felt the mattress dip, the bed sheets shift, and finally settle. Still, my mind lingered in the abyss on the fringes of sleep, my body's bio-rhythm already starting to drag me back to reality as it's familiar with my alarm acting as a lure so I didn't have to jump when it rang in my ear. But for the moment, while I was enjoying the subtle rise out of my subconscious slumber, a soft and tender hand stroked my hip, making my side shiver and my spine twitch, and yet I still didn't move...even though I knew one important fact.

I should be alone.

And yet my dumpster fire of a brain, too horny to realize what the situation meant, kept me calm and quiet, docile as tender claws pushed me, laying me flat on my stomach, hands, claws this time tugged at the waistband at my hip, and tugged my pants and underwear down just below my ass, framing it with fabric and bracing it up like a bra for breasts.

The weight of the bed shifted again, and I felt the cold kiss of lube on the valley between my cheeks, and I moaned softly as pressure weighed down on my back and started to tease the tip of the fake phallus into my ass. I don't know why or how I knew, but my mind echoed an image of a four-legged beast, a wolf of some kind, with the upper body of a human-like hybrid. I had never dreamed of a taur before. Still, here I was, allowing myself to be so easily manipulated by the dark succubus as she braced herself against my headboard and started to slide her facade deeper into me, touching the ring, the pit between the valley.

And then my heart was crushed as the illusion shattered, and I woke up to my alarm clock echoing its annoying chime and the bright light of the familiar screen telling me I needed to get ready for work.