Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 129: Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Fifteen

With a contented sigh, Melisa flopped back onto the bed, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

As she wiped the last remnants of cum from her lips, Armia was doing her best to tuck her little dragon back under her skirt, a task made more difficult by the fact that it seemed reluctant to soften completely.

[Heh, can’t say I blame it,] Melisa thought with a smirk. [I wouldn’t want to go back into hiding either after an experience like that.]

But as the post-coital haze began to lift, Melisa remembered that Armia had come here for a reason beyond just some mind-blowing sexy times.

"OH, right, so," she said, propping herself up on one elbow to look at the darian, "what did you want to talk about?"

Armia paused in her efforts to wrangle her wayward appendage, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to say.

"It’s about General Neal," she began, her voice hesitant. "He... he proposed to me."

Melisa blinked.

"I’m sorry, WHAT? That random general from the gala? He PROPOSED!?!?"

Armia nodded, a rueful smile tugging at her lips.

"I know, it’s crazy, right? But he was quite serious about it. He said that he admired me, and that he could offer me a life of nobility and luxury as his wife. Really, though, he said it’s cause he’s getting up there in age and..." Armia blushed. "Wants me to... help produce some heirs for him."

Melisa sat up fully, her brow furrowed in thought.

For a moment, it was like she’d forgotten what kind of world she was in. Random, strategic marriage offers and all that.

This was unexpected, to say the least. She knew Armia had always dreamed of becoming a noblewoman, of being accepted into high society. But marriage? To a man she barely knew?

"And what do you think about all this?" Melisa asked carefully, not wanting to unduly influence her friend’s decision.

Armia sighed, running a hand through her golden hair.

"Honestly? I’m torn. On the one hand, Neal is right. Marrying him would be the simplest, most direct path to achieving my goals. I would be a lady of the court, with all the status and privilege that entails."

She paused, chewing on her bottom lip.

"But on the other hand... it feels like a shortcut, you know? Like I’m not truly earning my place, just being handed it because of who I marry. And then there’s the fact that I don’t love him, not like that. It would be a marriage of convenience, nothing more."

Melisa nodded, understanding Armia’s dilemma all too well. In her old world, she’d read all sorts of novels about people getting married for reasons other than love - money, power, family pressure.

This is, these stories rarely ended well.

"Well," she said slowly, choosing her words with care, "I think you need to ask yourself what’s more important to you - achieving your dream by any means necessary, or doing it on your own terms, in a way that feels true to who you are."

Armia was quiet for a long moment, clearly turning Melisa’s words over in her mind.

Melisa continued.

"I mean, this isn’t a 1-to-1 comparison, I know, but... If I could choose to be given the title of ’best sorceress in Eldora’ without working for it, without studying any magic, without putting in the work to really be that... I don’t know that it would still be as satisfying, you know?"

Armia pondered the matter.

For a while, Melisa felt like she could see Armia’s own dreams flickering through her eyes.

"You might be right."

Melisa smiled, putting a hand on Armia’s shoulder. Enjoy new chapters from novelbuddy

Soon, they lay side by side on the bed.

"It’s just so weird," Armia said, her voice soft and contemplative. "All my life, I’ve dreamed of being a noblewoman. Of being accepted, respected, admired. And now here it is, everything I ever wanted, handed to me on a silver platter. But..."

She trailed off, her brow furrowing.

"But it doesn’t feel right," Melisa finished for her, understanding dawning. "Because it’s not really *you* achieving your dreams, is it? It’s you piggybacking off someone else’s achievements, someone else’s status."

Armia nodded, her eyes distant.

"Exactly. And I can’t help but feel like... like if I take this offer, I’ll always wonder. Always have that little voice in the back of my head asking if I could have made it on my own, if I was truly worthy of the title I’d been given."

Melisa rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand to look at Armia directly.

"You know what I think?" she said, her voice gentle but firm. "I think you need to take a long, hard look at what it is you really want. Not just the end goal, but the journey to get there. Because from where I’m standing, it seems like the process, the struggle, the hard work... that’s just as important to you as the destination."

Armia was quiet for a long moment, her eyes searching Melisa’s face as if looking for answers. Then, slowly, a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth.

"Maybe," she said. "Gods, you know, you’re really a wonder to talk to. You always... I don’t know, you always just know what to say. It’s something."

Melisa grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye.

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"What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents. Speaking of which..."

She let her hand trail down Armia’s side, her fingers dancing over the curve of her hip.

"How about I suck your cock again?" Melisa asked with a grin.

Armia’s smile widened.

She swallowed.

Then, she said:

"... Okay," Armia replied, slowly extracting the same cock that it took so much effort to hide in the first place.

And, yes, one quick moment of shuffling later, Melisa’s head was bobbing up and down, slurping and gagging as Armia fucked her face and throat. The movement of Armia’s shaft sliding in and out of her mouth was enough to make Melisa dripping wet.

[God, I love this,] Melisa thought. [The sensation... Having her thick darian cock to lick and suck... It’s so good!]

Her reward for her efforts came (no pun intended) quickly.

Armia pumped her thick, darian cum directly into Melisa’s stomach, almost inflating it from how much she poured into it.

And then they went for round 3.

Like a certain Italian boxer, Melisa intended to go the distance.

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When they finally surfaced, panting and sated, the sun was hanging low in the sky, painting the room in shades of orange and gold.

"I should probably get going," Armia said reluctantly, pressing one last lingering kiss to Melisa’s lips before standing and straightening her clothes. "As much as I’d love to stay here forever, I do have a life to get back to."

Melisa pouted, stretching languorously on the bed like a cat in a sunbeam.

"Fiiiine. But don’t be a stranger, okay? My door is always open. And my bed is always warm."

She punctuated the last bit with a salacious wink, making Armia laugh.

"I’ll keep that in mind," the darian said, shaking her head fondly. "Thanks again, Mel. For everything."

With a final smile and a wave, Armia turned to leave. But as she opened the door, she nearly collided with someone standing on the other side.

"Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see... Zephyra?"

Melisa sat bolt upright, her eyes wide.

[Zephyra? What the fuck is she doing here?]

The court sorceress stood in the doorway, her amethyst eyes taking in the scene before her - Armia’s disheveled appearance, Melisa’s state of undress, the unmistakable scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.

For a moment, no one spoke, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Then Zephyra smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips that made Melisa’s blood run hot and cold all at once.

"Well, well," the sorceress purred, her voice like silk and sin. "It seems I’ve interrupted something. My apologies."

Her gaze locked with Melisa’s, a knowing glint in those mesmerizing eyes.

"But I’m afraid I have some rather urgent business to discuss with you, Melisa. Business that can’t wait."

Melisa swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs.

[Shit. This can’t be good.]

But she forced a smile, nodding towards Armia.

"Duty calls, I guess. I’ll catch you later, okay?"

Armia nodded, still looking a bit shell-shocked as she edged past Zephyra and out into the hall.

And then it was just the two of them, the air crackling with a tension that had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the way Zephyra was looking at her, like a predator eyeing its prey.

[Welp,] Melisa thought, steeling herself for whatever fresh hell was about to be unleashed, [never a dull moment in the life of Melisa fucking Blackflame, is there?]

She just hoped that whatever Zephyra had to say, it wouldn’t involve any more near-death experiences. Her quota for those was already way overdrawn.

But knowing her luck?

She wasn’t holding her breath.