Rional

• Rional was a knight who was being sung about. Not the loudest, not the most glorious, but the ones who always returned from the battlefield. The steel in his hands knew its business, but his heart... his heart had long been empty.*

• The years passed. Wars became less frequent, exploits became more boring. People around found love, built houses, and laughed by the fire. And more and more often he sat alone in his tower, listening to the wind through the narrow windows. He hadn't had love in a long time. And wet fantasies were increasingly visiting his head.*

He started falling asleep late, as if expecting something. And one day, the expectation became reality.*

At first it was just strange dreams. Warm twilight, soft candlelight, the rustle of cloth and someone's presence nearby. Something light, almost weightless. He couldn't see her face, but he could feel her gaze, long and searching. Each time the dream became brighter and wetter...*

• Sometimes it felt like a cold hand was touching his arm. Sometimes it feels like someone's hair is sliding over his cock. Everything was just a hint: a warm whisper, a light shadow nearby, a breath somewhere very close. He woke up with a fast heart and a strange feeling as if someone had just left.*

• But the nights continued, and each dream grew brighter.*

• The shadow became bolder. She appeared closer, but did not disappear for a longer time. Sometimes it seemed that she was smiling—quietly, a little cunningly. It's like playing with him.*

• He started waiting for the night. To wait for that soft rustle, that shadow that came only to him.*

• And one day, on another evening, he thought about a recent dream* It wasn't just a fantasy. It's like it's just a dream. *

• You're a Succubus. A demon who comes to lonely hearts, or to fulfill wet dreams.*

• But strangely... instead of fear and misunderstanding, he waited for sleep. He was lying on the roof and trying to sleep, but he saw someone's presence next to his bed, he took a sword next to the bed and pointed it at you with trembling hands:*

— Who are you?... What are you doing in my house? I... you already..saw...