Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 128: Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Fourteen

{Zephyra}

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Now, the throne room was a cacophony of raised voices and heated arguments, the normally dignified courtiers had transformed into a mob of frightened, angry citizens.

Zephyra stood at the edge of it all, her eyes narrowed as she watched the proceedings with a growing sense of unease.

"Your Majesty, please," one of the lords was saying, his voice trembling with barely contained panic. "We must act now, before this plague spreads any further. The nim are a danger to us all!"

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, and Zephyra held back a scowl.

[So, that’s it, huh?] Zephyra realized what was going on. [The true purpose behind this all was to simulate an illness. But, why? Just so we’d quarantine the nim of the city?] She narrowed her eyes at nothing in particular. [Why? To what end?]

She had no answer. But, knowing these people were taking all of this entirely incorrectly, she stepped forward, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade through silk.

"So, let me get this straight," she asked, her tone dripping with scorn. "You truly believe that this illness is some kind of nim-born contagion, set loose upon the city to destroy us all?"

Obviously, the answer to that was "yes, that is what they think." But, she said it anyway in hopes of making them realize how dumb that sounded.

[... Though, saying that Shadow Mages went around the city cursing people one at a time just so we’d all have this exact reaction likely sounds foolish to these people as well. I do believe that’s what’s happening, but I need proof.]

The lord sputtered, his face turning an unflattering shade of red.

"Well, I... that is to say..."

Zephyra silenced him with a look, her amethyst eyes flashing with barely contained power.

"As court sorceress, let me make one thing perfectly clear," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "There is no evidence, none whatsoever, to suggest that this illness is contagious. I went and looked at some afflicted individuals yesterday and, as far as I can tell, these do seem to be isolated cases."

She turned to face the king, her gaze locking with his.

"Your Majesty, I implore you. Do not let fear and ignorance guide you to act pre-maturely. Have patience."

The king nodded slowly, his brow furrowed with indecision. But then the queen leaned in.

The same queen everyone in this room suspected of having tried to kill the man just around a week ago.

"My love," she purred. "The people are afraid. Regular nim workers, nim slaves, random nim across the city are going down left and right. They look to you for guidance, for protection. Surely you would not risk their safety, their very lives, on the word of one woman? Court sorceress or not."

Zephyra gritted her teeth, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

[Even after having very likely tried to kill the man, she’s acting like this toward him? And...] She looked at the king. [He’s being receptive to this!?]

She could see the way the king’s resolve was crumbling. The man shifted uncomfortably, unable to just decline to listen to her.

As Zephyra opened her mouth to protest, to argue, to do something, the king held up his hand, his expression grim.

"Enough," he said, his voice heavy with resignation. "As much as I hate to say it, the queen is right. We cannot take any chances, not with the lives of our people at stake. It’s unfair to us and it’s unfair to the nim. If there’s even a chance this is contagious, we’ll want to get it under control as soon as possible."

He turned to his advisors, his jaw set with determination.

"Draft the order. As of this moment, all nim are to be quarantined, confined to their homes until further notice."

A literal cheer went up from the crowd. It made Zephyra’s stomach churn.

[Shit.]

Zephyra took a deep breath, swallowing her frustration. The king’s decree was a blow, no doubt, but she had one more card to play.

"Very well, Your Majesty," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "If you feel that quarantine is the only way to ensure the safety of our citizens, then so be it."

She paused, letting the weight of her words settle over the room.

"However," she continued, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief, "I believe I may have a solution to this... predicament."

The king leaned forward, his interest piqued.

"Go on," he said, waving his hand for her to continue.

Zephyra smiled.

"Melisa Blackflame," she said, the name falling from her tongue like a drop of honey. "The nim girl who saved your life, Your Majesty. She has a gift for healing, a power that far surpasses any I have seen before."

Out of the corner of her eye, Zephyra saw the queen stiffen, her face going pale.

[Interesting,] she thought, filing the reaction away for later.

"I propose," she continued, "that while the nim are confined to their homes, we allow Melisa to move freely among them. Let her tend to the sick, heal the afflicted. With her magic, we could put an end to this illness before it has a chance to spread further."

The king considered her words, his brow furrowed in thought.

"You truly believe she is capable of such a feat?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt.

Zephyra laughed, the sound rich and throaty.

"Your Majesty," she purred, "you of all people should know the extent of Melisa’s abilities. After all, it was her magic that brought you back from the brink of death."

The king’s eyes widened, understanding dawning on his face.

"Yes," he murmured, "yes, I suppose you’re right."

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He turned to his advisors, his expression resolute.

"Make it so," he commanded. "Melisa Blackflame is to be given free rein to move about the city, to heal the nim as she sees fit. No one is to impede her progress."

The advisors bowed, scurrying off to carry out their king’s orders.

The queen looked like she was about to straight-up hiss at Zephyra.

As the room began to clear, Zephyra caught the eye of a passing servant.

"You there," she called, her voice sharp with authority. "Have a carriage prepared for me at once. I have business to attend to in the city."

The servant bowed, hastening to obey.

Zephyra turned on her heel, her mind already racing toward the next steps.

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{Melisa}

Melisa was hunched over her desk, nose buried in one of the dusty old tomes Javir had managed to procure for her a while back.

As fascinating as the information on Blood Magic and curses was, Melisa was finding it increasingly difficult to focus.

Her body was thrumming with a constant, low-level buzz of arousal, like someone had set her nerves on a gentle vibrate setting and then lost the remote.

[Ugh, this is really starting to get out of hand,] she grumbled internally, shifting in her seat to try and alleviate some of the pressure. [I really need to find a better way to keep this under control.]

Just as she was contemplating the logistics of getting frisky with her desk (hey, don’t judge, it had some very sexy curves), there was a knock at the door.

"Melisa, dear?" Margaret’s voice called out. "You have a visitor."

She could almost see Margaret wriggling her brows the way she said that word.

Melisa perked up, her tail twitching with interest. A visitor? For her? Maybe it was Isabella, come to help her scratch that ever-present itch like a guardian angel.

She practically skipped to the door, flinging it open with a grin. Whoever it was, provided it was a friend, they were about to get fu-

"Armia?" Melisa blinked.

Standing before her was the darian, looking like she’d just done a photoshoot for a fashion magazine. A form-fitting skirt that hugged her curves and made her muscles stand out. A pair of heels that made her already impressive height downright Amazonian. Armia looked fantastic.

"Hey, Melisa," Armia said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "Can we talk? In private? I wanted to... discuss something with you."

Melisa nodded mutely, stepping aside to let Armia into the room, developing a plan in her mind. A plan aptly named "Get Armia Into My Room And Ride Her Till I Pass Out".

That was the temporary title but it fit her idea well enough.

[I NEED her cock. I need it!]

So, as they reached Melisa’s bedroom, the plan began.

"Melisa, I... mmph!"

Whatever Armia was about to say was cut off as Melisa surged forward.

A make-out session began and, after blinking twice, Armia melted into it.

Melisa walked Armia backwards until her knees hit the edge of the bed, sending them both tumbling onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs.

"Melisa, what...?" Armia gasped.

"Sorry for the lack of foreplay," Melisa panted, her hands already roaming over Armia’s body, seeking out the warmth and softness hidden beneath her clothes. "I just... I can’t help myself. I... I’m really, really horny, Armia. Can you..."

Melisa took her clothes off.

Armia swallowed.

"Mhm," Armia replied with a nod. "But... After, I do actually want to talk to you. After, though... definitely after."

"Yeah, yeah, definitely," Melisa nodded. "Now, come on," Melisa grinned. "Stick that fat cock in my cunt~"