Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 141: Junior Sorceress Melisa Blackflame, Part Twenty-Seven*

{Isabella}

Isabella stumbled slightly, the world finally starting to spin a bit.

[Fucking finally,] she thought, steadying herself against a nearby column. [Took long enough for the booze to kick in.]

She glanced at the ornate clock on the wall, her eyes widening. Night had fallen, the party still in full swing despite starting at fucking noon.

[Time flies when you’re... not getting laid, apparently.]

Her cock throbbed painfully, reminding her of its neglected state. Isabella winced. She’d been sporting a hard-on for hours now, and not a single noble had been brave enough to do anything about it.

[Bunch of prudes,] she thought bitterly. [What happened to the wild crowd from the gala?]

It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried. Oh, she’d tried alright. She’d flirted, she’d teased, she’d "accidentally" brushed up against more asses than she could count. But these stuck-up nobles were about as responsive as a dead fish.

[Maybe I should’ve just fucked the fish,] Isabella mused, giggling at her own drunken joke.

As she scanned the room, her eyes landed on Armia. Again. The darian had been stealing glances at her all night, always looking away when Isabella caught her.

[Well, well, well. Look who can’t keep her eyes off the goods.]

Isabella smirked, giving Armia an exaggerated wink and a blowjob gesture. As expected, Armia’s face turned red and she quickly looked away.

[Like clockwork,] Isabella thought, oddly satisfied. [At least someone’s appreciating the view.]

But this time, something was different. Instead of pretending to be engrossed in conversation, Armia excused herself from her little noble clique and made her way over.

Isabella’s eyebrows shot up.

[Well, this is new.]

"Walk with me," Armia said, her voice low and intense.

Isabella’s drunken brain immediately jumped to the gutter.

"Ooh, looking for a quiet place to fuck? And here I thought you’d never ask."

Armia’s scowl deepened.

"Just... come on."

Shrugging, Isabella followed Armia out onto a secluded balcony. The cool night air felt good on her flushed skin, and the view of the city below was actually pretty spectacular.

[Not as spectacular as my view, though,] Isabella thought, eyeing Armia’s ass as she leaned against the railing. [Good Gods, this darian is stiff as a building, but, I wouldn’t mind...]

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"How do you do it?" Armia suddenly asked.

Isabella blinked.

"You’re gonna have to be more specific, scales. I do a lot of things. Most of them involving my mouth or my-"

"No!" Armia cut her off, frustration clear in her voice. "How do you... how do you walk around like you own the place? Like the whole world belongs to you?"

[Oh.]

"Uh... I dunno," Isabella shrugged, eyes half-lidded from the alcohol. "I just do, babe."

"No, seriously." Armia looked away. "There’s no secret? No spell or whatever?"

Isabella sighed, memories of a different conversation bubbling up.

"You really want to know?"

Armia nodded, her expression a mix of curiosity and envy.

"Yes!"

"Alright, storytime it is," Isabella said, clapping her hands and leaning back against the railing. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away-"

"Isabella."

"Fine, fine." Isabella rolled her eyes. "Lots of years back. Mom and I were taking this walk..." Isabella smiled. "She said something to me that day. Something I’d never forget."

Armia instantly looked intrigued. Isabella continued.

"She said, ’Bella, what separates kitsune from all the other races is that whatever a kitsune wants to do, they put their whole heart into it. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, it doesn’t matter what obstacles lie in your path. Whatever you choose to do, don’t let anyone, don’t let anything stop you.’ And, well, I took that to heart."

"That’s it?" Armia asked, clearly unimpressed.

Isabella grinned.

"Oh, and she also said kitsune can swallow 12 inches of cock with no problem. But that’s a different lesson."

Armia groaned.

"Can you be serious for one second?"

"I am being serious!" Isabella, rolling her eyes. "Look, it’s simple. I decided I wanted to be confident, to not give a fuck what anyone thinks. So I put my whole heart into it. And, here I am, the sexiest, most self-assured kitsune you’ll ever meet. It’s just that easy."

She was completely oversimplifying it, of course. But, in truth, that was the gist of it. Isabella simply couldn’t comprehend insecurity. It didn’t fit with her brain. Oil and water. It just didn’t mix with who she was.

Armia was quiet for a moment, digesting this.

"I... I never realized how much I cared about what people thought until I met you," she admitted grudgingly.

Isabella, one brow raised, softened a bit.

"Look, I get it. You’re trying to fit in, to be accepted. But here’s some free advice: all the posturing in the world isn’t going to get you what you really want."

"And what’s that?" Armia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Respect," Isabella said simply. "Not just from them, but from you. Trust me, I’d rather be myself as much as possible than pretend to be something I’m not. It’s exhausting, and in the end, people see right through it anyway."

Armia’s eyes flashed with anger. Suddenly, Isabella found herself pinned against the railing, Armia’s strong hands gripping her arms.

[Whoa.]

"You don’t get it," Armia growled. "It’s easy for you. Who you are is something humans don’t have a problem with. Me? I’m a fucking darian. One of the only darians in the whole city.

There are more nim here than there are people of my kind. Do you know what that’s like?"

Isabella smirked.

"No, I don’t," she conceded.

Armia didn’t let go, though. Strong hands still wrapped around Isabella’s biceps, she stared Isabella down.

"... Tell me something," Isabella said, then.

She got an idea.

"What?" Armia’s grip softened.

Isabella grinned.

"Tell me how many times you ponder what people think about you while I do this."

Before Armia could react, Isabella dropped to her knees. Her hands quickly found the zipper of Armia’s dress.

In an instant, she was freeing the darian’s impressive cock.

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"W-What are you doing?" Armia sputtered, her anger giving way to shock.

Isabella looked up, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief.

"Trying to win a debate. The old-fashioned way, you know?"

Without another word, she took Armia’s length into her mouth. All of it, down to the darian’s base, In one smooth motion.

Armia gasped. It looked like she tried to breathe the words "holy" and "fuck" but failed at vocalizing both.

[Told you. Mommy was right on both accounts that day. 12 inches, no problem.]

Armia’s gasp turned into a low moan as Isabella’s throat constricted around her. The kitsune’s tongue worked magic, swirling and teasing as she bobbed her head.

"F-Fuck," Armia groaned, her hands tangling in Isabella’s hair. "How are you- MMMH!"

Isabella pulled back (slowly, to torture her) just enough to speak.

"Less talking, more fucking my face. Come on." Isabella exposed her own dick.

She didn’t have to tell Armia twice. The darian’s hips started moving, thrusting into Isabella’s willing mouth with increasing fervor.

[MMM!] Isabella’s eyes widened.

She hadn’t tasted a darian before. Hadn’t taken a darian before. Kimiko was no slouch in bed, but this level of raw strength... She’d never felt anything quite like it.

Isabella lost herself in the sensation, the taste of Armia on her tongue, the way the darian’s cock hit the back of her throat with each thrust. She moaned around the shaft, the vibrations making Armia shudder.

[This is more like it,] Isabella thought, her own neglected cock throbbing in sympathy. [Finally, some real action.]

As Armia’s movements became more erratic, Isabella knew she was close. She doubled her efforts, her hands coming up to massage Armia’s balls.

With a strangled cry, Armia came, flooding Isabella’s mouth with her release. Isabella swallowed it all, not spilling a single drop.

When Armia finally pulled out, panting heavily, Isabella grinned up at her.

"So," Isabella’s voice came out hoarse, "did you care at all what humans think about you while your cock was in my mouth? Makes it kinda hard to, doesn’t it?"

Armia’s response was to haul Isabella to her feet and spin her around, bending her over the railing.

A pleased, surprised gasp escaped Isabella’s lips.

Armia’s cock was already hard again.

Isabella’s eyes widened as she felt Armia’s tip pressing against her ass.

"Oh fuck yes."

In one swift motion, Armia buried herself to the hilt. Isabella bit her lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy, her whole body trembling.

"F-fuck," Isabella moaned, her voice dripping with lust. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

Armia started to move. Isabella pushed back to meet each thrust. Armia squeezed the base of Isabella’s fluffy tail.

"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder, scales!"

The balcony railing creaked ominously as Armia pounded into her with abandon. Neither of them cared if they broke it, if they tumbled into the gardens below. Nothing mattered except the point where their bodies joined.

"So... fucking... tight," Armia grunted, her fingers digging into Isabella’s hips.

Isabella’s neglected cock rubbed against the cool stone of the railing, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Armia’s balls slapped against Isabella’s own. She was lost in sensation, her mind a haze of pure bliss.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Isabella chanted, no longer caring if anyone heard. "Your cock is... amazing! Don’t stop, don’t stop!"

Armia leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Isabella’s back as she nipped at the kitsune’s ear.

Their moans mingled in the night air, a symphony of lust and need. Sweat glistened on their skin, the cool breeze doing nothing to quell the fire burning between them.

Isabella’s world narrowed to the feeling of Armia’s cock pounding into her, hitting spots she didn’t even know existed.

She was close, so close-

With a particularly deep thrust, Armia hit just the right spot. Isabella came with a howl, her cock pulsing as she painted the balcony railing with her release.

The feeling of Isabella clenching around her was too much for Armia. She buried herself to the hilt one last time, flooding Isabella’s ass with her cum.

For a moment, they stayed like that, both panting heavily, minds slowly clearing from their lust-induced haze. Then, slowly, Armia pulled out.

Isabella winced slightly as she straightened up, already feeling deliciously sore. She turned to face Armia, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across her face.

Without warning, Isabella threw her arms around Armia, pulling her into a tight hug. Before Armia could react, Isabella’s tongue darted out, licking a stripe up the darian’s cheek.

"Wha- Isabella!" Armia sputtered, but she didn’t pull away.

Isabella chuckled, her breath hot against Armia’s ear.

"Come on... We’re not done here, are we?" Isabella purred, her hand trailing down Armia’s body.

Armia swallowed.

It seemed the answer was no, they were not.