Day 13: Somnophilia
The moonlight crept in through the cracks of their hideout, casting a pale glow over the room. It was late—so late that the wasteland outside had fallen into its rare, eerie silence. Lucy lay beside Cooper, wide awake and restless. Her eyes traced the contours of his body, his chest rising and falling slowly as he slept. His skin, rough and scarred, looked softer in the moonlight, and the steady rhythm of his breathing filled the quiet space around them.
He was out cold—completely knocked out from the day's exhaustion. Lucy had gotten used to the way Cooper crashed so hard after a long day of scavenging. But tonight, as she lay there, she felt something stirring in her. She hadn't been able to take her eyes off him, watching the way his muscles twitched in his sleep, the way his lips parted slightly as he breathed.
Her mind wandered, her thoughts becoming more and more dangerous as she stared at him. She felt the heat rising in her, a low, slow burn that was impossible to ignore. She shifted slightly, her body brushing against his, but he didn't stir. He was out like a light, completely oblivious to the way her gaze was lingering on him.
Lucy bit her lip, her hand moving slowly to rest on his chest. She felt the steady beat of his heart under her palm, and the warmth of his skin sent a thrill through her. She knew she shouldn't, knew it was wrong to take advantage of him while he was asleep like this, but the temptation was too strong. He wouldn't mind. He never did.
Her hand slid lower, trailing down his torso, her fingers skimming the rough ridges of his ghoul skin. She was being careful, her touch light enough not to wake him, but firm enough to satisfy the hunger growing inside her.
Cooper didn't stir, his breathing still deep and even, and Lucy felt her resolve crumble completely. She wanted him—wanted to feel him inside her, even if he was still asleep.
Slowly, she straddled his hips, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of him. She moved cautiously, her eyes never leaving his face as she slid her hands down to the waistband of his pants. He still didn't move, still deep in his dreams, and Lucy's heart raced with the thrill of what she was about to do.
She tugged at his pants, just enough to free him, her breath hitching as his cock stirred slightly, half-hard even in sleep. The sight of him like this—vulnerable and unaware—sent a rush of excitement through her. She wanted to take her time, but the need inside her was too strong. She was already aching, already so wet that the thought of him waking up halfway through only added to her desire.
Lucy carefully positioned herself over him, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps as she lowered herself onto his cock, her body sinking down slowly, inch by inch. The stretch was intoxicating, her body adjusting to the familiar ridges of his skin as she took him all the way in.
Cooper groaned softly in his sleep, his hips shifting slightly beneath her, but he didn't wake. Lucy bit her lip, her eyes locked on his face as she started to move, her hips rocking gently against his.
The sensation was overwhelming—the feeling of his cock filling her completely, the way her body responded to his even in his sleep. She moved slowly at first, careful not to wake him, but the heat between them built quickly, her desire growing with every roll of her hips.
"Fuck," she whispered under her breath, her fingers digging into his chest as she rode him, her pace picking up as the pleasure surged through her. She was already so close, her body trembling with need, but she wasn't ready to finish yet. Not until she was sure she'd gotten everything she wanted out of this moment.
Cooper's breathing changed slightly, his body responding to her movements even though he was still out cold. Lucy smirked to herself, loving the way his body reacted, the way he groaned softly, his hips bucking just a little against hers.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she leaned forward, her hands splaying across his chest for balance. She rolled her hips again, this time harder, feeling the familiar build of pleasure in her core as she rode him faster. The room was quiet except for the sound of her soft gasps and the gentle rustling of their bodies moving together.
Lucy bit her lip, trying to stay quiet as the pleasure mounted. She could feel him stirring beneath her, not fully awake but enough that his body responded, his hips shifting slightly to meet her movements. The friction between them, the way his cock filled her so perfectly, sent waves of heat crashing through her.
She rocked her hips again, a little faster this time, testing the limits. His body responded, his breathing growing heavier, and Lucy felt a surge of satisfaction. Even in his sleep, he was reacting to her, like he knew exactly what she needed.
Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the ridges of his ghoul skin under her palms, the warmth of him radiating through her. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his neck as she moaned softly, her breath hot against his skin.
"God, you feel so good," she whispered, her voice shaky with the effort of holding herself back. She could feel her orgasm building, every movement pushing her closer, but she wasn't ready to let go just yet. She wanted to make this last.
She shifted her hips, changing the angle just slightly, and the new sensation made her gasp, her nails digging into his chest. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, her body trembling as she rode him faster, harder, the rhythm growing more frantic as she chased her release.
Cooper groaned softly, his body twitching beneath her, but he still didn't wake. Lucy's breath caught in her throat, her whole body tightening as the pleasure spiraled out of control. She was so close—so fucking close.
"Come on," she whispered, her voice thick with need as she rocked her hips again, grinding against him with every thrust. "Please… just a little more…"
Her body responded instantly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending a rush of heat through her as her orgasm hit. She moaned softly, her head falling forward as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her thighs shaking as she came hard, her body clenching around him.
She kept moving, riding the high as long as she could, her hips rocking in slow, deliberate motions as the last of her orgasm faded. Her breath was ragged, her heart pounding in her chest, but she couldn't stop. Not yet. She wasn't done.
Lucy let out a low, satisfied hum, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his neck. She kissed him softly, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release, but she couldn't help the grin that spread across her face.
She loved the way he felt beneath her, the way his body responded to her even in his sleep. It was intoxicating, knowing she had all the control, that she could take whatever she wanted from him, and he wouldn't even know until morning.
"Such a good boy," she murmured against his skin, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest as she shifted her hips one last time, savoring the feeling of him still inside her. She was spent, but the satisfaction of knowing she had taken him without waking him made the whole thing even sweeter.
After a few more moments, Lucy slowly lifted herself off of him, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She pulled his pants back up, tucking him back in place before slipping under the covers beside him. He stirred slightly, but didn't wake, his breathing evening out again as he drifted deeper into sleep.
Lucy curled up next to him, her head resting on his chest as she closed her eyes. She let out a contented sigh, her fingers tracing light patterns over his skin as she let herself relax.
"Sweet dreams, Cooper," she whispered softly, her lips brushing against his chest as she drifted off, a satisfied smile on her face.