Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 139: Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Twenty-Five*

{Armia}

Armia’s stomach did a somersault as she stepped into the grand manor. The chatter died down, all eyes swiveling to take in the new arrivals.

[Fuck,] she thought, fighting the urge to bolt. [Why is everyone staring?]

She glanced at Isabella, hoping for... well, she wasn’t sure what. Moral support? A distraction?

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Fat chance of that.

The kitsune was basking in the attention. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she surveyed the crowd, no doubt mentally cataloging potential conquests.

[Of course,] Armia thought bitterly. [I’d be shocked if she’s not getting hard from all the stares.]

Isabella caught her looking and smirked.

"See something you like, scales?"

Armia scowled.

"In your dreams, fox."

"Oh yeah?" Isabella purred, eyes narrowed with a challenge. "In my dreams, you’d be doing a lot more than looking."

Before Armia could formulate a response, she spotted Neal across the room.

The general was engaged in conversation with a group of nobles, but his eyes kept darting their way.

[Great,] Armia thought. [Might as well get this over with.]

"I should go thank Neal for the invitation," she muttered to Isabella.

The kitsune’s grin widened.

"Want me to come with? Who knows? A second in my presence and maybe he’ll forget that proposal altogether."

[Yeah, right. Maybe while you swallowed his...]

Armia’s imagination helpfully supplied an image of Isabella on her knees, Neal’s cock down her throat.

She shook her head violently, trying to banish the mental picture.

"I think I can handle a simple conversation, thanks," Armia gritted out.

Isabella shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

With a wink and a swish of her tails, Isabella sauntered off, leaving a trail of slack-jawed nobles in her wake.

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[Insufferable little...] Armia thought, not for the first time. But she couldn’t deny the pang of envy as she watched Isabella effortlessly command the room’s attention.

Taking a deep breath, Armia steeled herself and made her way to Neal. The general’s face lit up as she approached, excusing himself from his current conversation.

"Lady Armia," he said, bowing slightly. "I’m so glad you could make it."

Armia dipped into a curtsy. Not that she’d been practicing hundreds of times a day for this very moment or anything.

"Thank you for the invitation, General. It’s a lovely party."

Neal’s eyes raked over her form, lingering on the swell of her breasts barely contained by her dress.

... To be honest, Armia couldn’t say she disliked that. Having anyone look at that and not her bulging arms was just flattering, no matter who it was.

"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. I do hope this evening gives you a taste of what life as a noblewoman could be like."

[... That was subtle as a brick to the face,] Armia thought. Out loud, she said:

"I think it’ll certainly be... eye-opening."

Neal stepped closer, lowering his voice.

"Have you given any more thought to my offer? I assure you, the benefits of such an arrangement would be... mutually satisfying."

Armia fought the urge to step back. Instead, she forced a polite smile.

"I’m still considering it, General. It’s a big decision, after all."

"Of course, of course," Neal nodded. "Take all the time you need. Though I must say, seeing you tonight... well, it only reinforces my belief that you’d make an excellent addition to noble society."

[Yeah, I bet it does.]

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{Melisa}

Melisa’s tail swished nervously as she approached the next house on her list. Raven walked silently beside her, grey eyes scanning their surroundings. The streets were eerily quiet at this point.

[Another day, another round of "please don’t die on me",] Melisa thought, forcing a smile as she knocked on the door.

A haggard-looking nim man answered, his eyes widening as he recognized her.

"... Miss Blackflame?"

[Again, another one that knows of me.]

"Good evening, sir. I heard you’ve got someone sick. I’m here to help."

His gaze flickered to Raven, suspicion evident. Melisa quickly added:

"This is my friend, Raven. She’s just here to assist me."

He seemed skeptical but stepped aside.

"Please, come in. It’s my daughter..."

Melisa followed him inside, Raven close behind. In a small bedroom, a young girl lay curled up on a thin mattress, her purple skin ashen and dull. There was no physical sign of illness, but Melisa could actually sense the energy of the curse surrounding the child.

"How long has she been like this?" Melisa asked, kneeling beside the bed. Raven positioned herself near the door, keeping watch.

The father’s voice cracked.

"Three days. We... we didn’t know who to turn to."

[Almost the same as all the others; just a bit earlier.]

Melisa nodded, her hands already tracing the complex spellsign for her Blood Magic healing.

"I’m here now. I’ll do everything I can," she said, and then, the incantation slipped out from her lips.

As the magic flowed from her fingertips, seeping into the girl’s fragile form, the father spoke again.

"Miss Blackflame... I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but... ever since you appeared, things have gotten worse for us."

"What?" Melisa’s concentration wavered. "What do you mean?"

The man sighed, running a hand through his lank hair.

"I... I don’t know. The humans I work for? They’re lashing out a lot more than they used to. I’m just saying."

She wasn’t too sure she understood that. How could that be connected to her? How...?

[Fuck,] Melisa thought, her stomach churning. [Do people feel threatened or something? Am I attracting too much attention?]

She had no idea.

She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. The girl’s breathing eased, color returning to her cheeks as the curse unraveled beneath Melisa’s touch.

"There," Melisa said softly. "She should be okay now. Just let her rest."

The father’s eyes widened. Clearly, he hadn’t expected Melisa to actually help.

[Of course. I’m sure there’s a part of him that probably thought all that stuff about me and the king was fabricated. Just some wild rumor.]

"Thank you," he finally said though, quietly.

"... You’re welcome."

As they left the house, Raven placed a hand on Melisa’s shoulder.

"You okay? You seem... distracted."

Melisa sighed, her tail drooping.

"Just... thinking about what he said. Am I really making things worse, Raven?"

Raven’s eyes softened slightly.

"All I see is you helping people. I think that’s all that matters."

They walked in silence for a moment before reaching a crossroads.

"I should head back to the academy," Raven said, her usual stoic mask slipping back into place. "You heading home?"

Melisa nodded, suddenly exhausted.

"Yeah. I need to rest lots if I’m gonna do this all again tomorrow."

"Alright. Take care of yourself," Raven said, a hint of concern in her voice.

With a final nod, Raven melted into the shadows, leaving Melisa alone with her thoughts.

[Another day down,] Melisa mused as she trudged home. [How many more until this nightmare is over?]

As she left the house, Melisa’s mind whirled. She’d been so focused on healing, on fighting the immediate threat, that she hadn’t considered the broader implications of her actions.

[Am I really helping?] she wondered, her steps heavy as she made her way home. [Or am I somehow just making everything worse in the long run?]

Lost in thought, she almost walked right past her own house. As she walked into the manor, she saw, through the glass doors at the back, that Melistair and Hazel were in the yard, tossing a ball back and forth.

Margaret sat on the couch, a warm smile on her face.

"Welcome home, dear. Rough day?"

Melisa nodded, suddenly exhausted.

"You could say that."

As she stepped inside, something... shifted. Melisa blinked, her vision swimming for a moment. When it cleared, she found herself staring at Margaret.

Really staring.

[Fuck,] Melisa thought, heat pooling in her belly. [It’s happening again.]

It wasn’t a new thought, exactly. They’d done this dance before. But today, after all the Blood Magic she’d been slinging around, the urge was almost overwhelming.

"Melisa?" Margaret’s voice cut through her haze. "You okay? You look a little... intense."

Melisa swallowed hard.

"Yeah, I’m... I’m good. Just, uh..."

She trailed off, her eyes locked on the swell of Margaret’s breasts beneath her shirt.

Margaret’s lips curled into a little smile.

"Ah. I see."

"H-Huh?"

Without another word, Margaret took Melisa’s hand and led her upstairs. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Margaret pressed Melisa against it.

Melisa’s mind was blank. Margaret appeared to be so as well, as she moved in slowly and gently.

[Oh fuck yes,] Melisa thought, her tail curling around Margaret’s thigh as their lips met.

"Need some stress relief, baby?" Margaret purred, her lips an inch away from Melisa’s.

Melisa nodded, already fumbling with the buttons of Margaret’s shirt.

"Please."

"I’ve got you, Mel. I’ve got you."

Clothes hit the floor in record time. Melisa’s hands roamed Margaret’s body, cupping her full breasts, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples.

"Fuck, mom," Melisa groaned. "You’re so fucking hot."

Margaret chuckled lightly, the sound sending shivers down Melisa’s spine.

"Such a sweet talker."

Melisa pushed her onto the bed.

She crawled between her legs with predatory grace. Melisa spread Margaret’s thighs and saw her pussy already dripping with anticipation.

"Someone’s eager," Margaret teased, reaching back to put a pillow behind her head.

Melisa did not respond.

Margaret was about to say something but her words cut off in a gasp as Melisa’s tongue swiped along her slit. Margaret’s hands curled into fists in the sheets, her back arching off the bed.

"Oh!"

Melisa dove in with enthusiasm, licking and sucking like Margaret’s pussy was a gourmet meal. Her talented tongue circled Margaret’s clit before dipping inside, tongue-fucking her with quick, deep strokes.

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," Margaret chanted, grinding against Melisa’s face.

She was close already. Melisa could tell.

It was curious, Melisa thought for a moment. It didn’t seem to actually matter much whether she orgasmed or she made someone else orgasm. As long as someone was cumming, Melisa’s mind was already gaining some clarity, the stress of the day slowly slipping off her body.

Two fingers slid inside Margaret’s dripping cunt, curling to hit that spot that Melisa felt would make her see stars. Combined with the relentless assault on her clit, it was too much.

Soon, Margaret came with a strangled cry, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Melisa didn’t let up, lapping up every drop of Margaret’s release as aftershocks rippled through her.

"Holy..." Margaret panted, finally pushing Melisa away gently when it became too much. "That was..."

Melisa licked her lips. She moved up the bed, straddling Margaret.

With a kiss, she said:

"But, I need more."

Margaret blinked and then nodded.

"Okay," she smiled. "Come on, then."