Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 125: Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Eleven*

{Melisa}

Melisa groaned as she rolled out of bed, her body aching.

[Ugh... I’d hoped I could at least soften it...]

She’d spent the better part of the night masturbating, but it was like trying to put out a wildfire with a water gun. The effects of using Blood Magic, combined with her already overactive, evolved libido, had her in a pretty bad state of need right now.

[Ugh, this is getting ridiculous,] she thought, running a hand through her messy hair. [If I don’t get some real satisfaction soon, I’m gonna start humping lampposts in the street.]

With a sigh, she threw on a robe and made her way downstairs, hoping that maybe some food would take her mind off her throbbing... everything.

As she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by the sight of Margaret at the stove, humming softly to herself as she flipped pancakes.

The scent of warm syrup and cooking oil, mixed with the unmistakable scent of Margaret’s natural pheromones, made Melisa’s mouth water in more ways than one.

[Right... It’s been a while since I’ve been home this much. I haven’t had to deal with other nims’ pheromones much.]

"Morning, Mom," she said, sidling up behind Margaret and wrapping her arms around the older nim’s waist, resting her chin on Margaret’s shoulder.

Margaret startled slightly before relaxing into the embrace, leaning back against Melisa.

"Good morning, dear," she said, her voice like honey. "Sleep well?"

Melisa let out a humorless chuckle.

"Nah, not particularly."

"Aw, why’s that?"

"I... don’t know," Melisa responded, not wanting to make things weird right now, although she absolutely did know.

Margaret clucked her tongue sympathetically, reaching back to pat Melisa’s cheek.

"My poor baby. Well, hopefully putting something warm in your stomach will help you get a bit of rest before all your work today."

"Maybe," she said as she nuzzled into Margaret’s neck. "What’s up with Jaylin?"

She nodded towards the glass doors that led out into the garden, where Jaylin was once again hard at work, her face a mask of pure, spite-fueled concentration as she practiced the same spell over and over.

Margaret glanced over her shoulder, a small frown tugging at her lips.

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"Oh, this is just how she’s been since you two got paired up. Up at the crack of dawn, always pushing herself to the limit. I worry about that girl, I really do."

Melisa watched as Jaylin’s spell fizzled out from a misfire, the human cursing under her breath before starting again.

Shaking her head, Melisa turned her attention back to the matter at hand. Namely, the insistent throbbing between her legs that was getting harder to ignore by the second.

At this point, Melisa couldn’t think straight enough to stop herself from going:

"Hey, Mom?" she said, her voice low and breathy. "Could you... Help me out?"

Margaret turned in Melisa’s arms, her eyebrows raised in question.

"Yes, of course. What did you have in mind?"

In answer, Melisa leaned in and captured Margaret’s lips.

"Mm!" Margaret hummed in Melisa’s mouth as Melisa pushed her tongue past the older woman’s teeth.

Soon, Margaret was melting into the kiss, her arms coming up to wrap around Melisa’s neck.

They stayed like that for a long moment, lost in the heat and the hunger, until Melisa finally broke away, panting slightly.

"I need you," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "Please, Mom. I’m going crazy here."

Margaret’s eyes were dark with lust, her pupils blown wide as she nodded.

"Of course, baby," she breathed, her hands already at work. "Anything for you."

Melisa growled in approval, her own hands roaming over Margaret’s curves, mapping out the familiar territory of her mother’s body.

They fell into a well-practiced rhythm, their mouths and hands seeking out all the spots they knew would drive each other wild.

Margaret reached between Melisa’s legs, her fingers delving into the slick heat of her pussy as Melisa bit down on her shoulder to muffle her moans.

"That’s it," Margaret purred, pumping her fingers in and out, her thumb circling Melisa’s clit. "Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good."

Melisa’s hips bucked against Margaret’s hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Yes," she hissed, her nails raking down Margaret’s back. "Don’t stop... Don’t stop!"

They moved together, their bodies slotting into place like puzzle pieces, all heat and sweat and frantic need.

Melisa could feel her pleasure building, her pussy clenching around Margaret’s fingers.

"Come for me," Margaret commanded, her voice a low, guttural growl. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

With a final, shuddering gasp, Melisa obeyed, her body tensing and spasming in Margaret’s arms as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

In an instant, there it was. Clarity.

[Ohhh fuck,] Melisa sank into Margaret’s arms. [I needed that.]

"All better?" Margaret asked.

"Yeah," Melisa tilted her head up and pecked a kiss onto her lips. "Better."

... And, just a ways behind the glass door, was Jaylin, who’d noticed what they were doing, and currently had her jaw resting on the grass.

[... Oops?]

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Melisa stepped out of Javir’s manor, a satisfied smile on her face and a spring in her step.

Sure, the sex session with Margaret hadn’t completely quelled the raging inferno of her Blood Magic-induced libido, but it had taken the edge off just enough for her to focus on the task at hand.

[Alright, Mel,] she thought, squaring her shoulders as she set off down the street. [Time to get some work done.]

Her first stop was the clinic. She needed to know if anyone else had fallen victim to this mysterious illness, and if so, what the healers had learned about it.

As she walked, she could feel the eyes of passersby on her, their gazes ranging from curious to basically undressing Melisa with their eyes.

There was less open hostility in people’s gazes these days. Open being the keyword there.

When she arrived at the clinic, she was surprised to find it almost empty. The bustle she expected of healers and patients was conspicuously absent, replaced by an eerie stillness that set her teeth on edge.

She approached the front desk, where a lone healer sat, his nose buried in a thick tome.

"Excuse me," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I’m here to inquire about the recent illnesses among the nim population. Have there been any new cases?"

The healer looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in Melisa’s appearance. His face flushed.

Melisa rolled her eyes light-heartedly.

[Here we go again...]

"Ah, yes," he said, clearing his throat and setting his book aside. "Follow me, please."

He led her down a vacant hallway, their footsteps echoing off the bare walls. Melisa’s heart hammered in her chest as they walked, a sense of foreboding washing over her like a cold wave.

Finally, they reached a small, dimly lit room, and the healer ushered her inside before closing the door behind them.

"I’m afraid I have some bad news," he said, his voice low and somber. "Yesterday, every single nim who came in with that strange illness... they all died."

Melisa felt like she’d been punched in the gut, the air leaving her lungs in a rush.

[What? Seriously?] Melisa blinked. [I mean, I know Blood Magic is generally beyond these people, but there’s no, I dunno, specialist or something who could come in and help?]

Melisa took a moment.

"How did they die?"

The healer shook his head, his expression grim.

"It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen," he said. "Their bodies just... shut down. Like something was draining the life out of them, bit by bit. We tried everything, every healing spell and potion we could think of, but... nothing worked."

Melisa’s mind raced as she tried to process this new information.

[Draining the life out of them, eh? But who would do something like that? And why target random nims specifically? I mean, were these people all important? It doesn’t feel like it. Maybe I need to look into it.]

She paced from side to side.

[... I think someone is trying to make it look like there’s some kind of contagious disease spreading among the nim population. But in reality, it’s not a natural illness at all. It’s targeted Blood Magic, designed to kill.]

Her mind whirled with possibilities.

[Whoever’s behind this... It’s probably a Shadow Mage of some sort. But, what are they trying to do? What’s their goal?]

"Of course. Uh, please, Miss Blackflame, if you find out anything... let us know. We, I and the other healers, are doing everything we can to help the nim community, but... we’re out of our depth here."

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Melisa gave him a tight smile. She turned and headed for the door, knowing she needed to do more research.

"I will. And thank you, for everything you’ve done. I know it can’t be easy, watching your patients die and feeling powerless to stop it."

With a final nod, she slipped out of the room and hurried out of the clinic, her mind already racing ahead to her next move.

Though, something did come to her mind.

[... I never introduced myself.] Melisa noted. [My name’s really getting out there. I’m not sure I like that too much, but oh well. That comes with the territory of being an important person, I guess.]