Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 258 : Loyalty, Part Sixteen

It took a while, but, finally, even Kimiko and Isabella reached their limits. The two kitsune lay down on the bed, cuddling while the rest of us tried to pick ourselves back up from our puddle forms.

First of which was Armia.

"I should go," Armia said, finally pulling her uniform back on. Her cock was still semi-hard because apparently darians also had some stamina to boast about. Even after hours of getting railed by the Summer family, she looked ready for more, but, it was time to head out.

[Seriously, how many times did she cum tonight? Hell, how many times did I cum tonight?]

"Already?" Isabella pouted, still naked and absolutely covered in various fluids. Cum dripped down her thighs and her own cock was finally showing signs of exhaustion. "But we were just getting started!"

"Darling, if we 'just got started' any more times, Armia wouldn't be able to walk to Rhaya," Kimiko pointed out, admiring the mess they'd made of the room. "Though I have to say, that was some impressive endurance."

"The army's getting a good one," Isabella agreed proudly. "Maybe she can fuck some sense into those Rhayan troops."

[Wouldn't that be something?]

And so, a little while later, with everyone fully dressed, Melisa watched as Armia hugged everyone goodbye. The darian's usual composure was back, but there was something softer in her eyes now.

... Getting tag-teamed by mother-daughter cock while your friends watched would probably do that to a person.

Melisa glanced at her girlfriend, though.

[Though honestly, watching Raven discover her love of sucking dick was probably the highlight of the night.]

"Be safe," Melisa said when it was her turn, pressing close. "And, hey, make you come back to us, alright?"

"I will," Armia promised, her voice thick with emotion. "And, uh..." Armia smirked a little. "Maybe next time we could do this without the whole 'going to war' thing?"

"Deal. Though you might need a week to recover from tonight anyway."

And then she was gone, leaving them all standing there in various states of dishevelment and debauchery.

"So..." Isabella stretched, her cock finally softening after what had to be at least fifteen loads. "What now?"

Melisa sighed, reality crashing back in now that the sex haze was clearing. Her pussy was still throbbing, but her brain was finally working again.

"Now I need to tell my parents about what I saw at that bar. And Aria. Although..." She glanced at the clock. "It's pretty late for a royal audience."

"Speaking of parents," Kimiko noted, looking out the window with a knowing smirk, "looks like yours are just getting back. Must have been some dinner date."

[Yeah,] Melisa thought as she watched her parents stumble up the path, clothes askew and wearing matching grins. Margaret's tits were practically falling out of her top and Melistair's shirt was buttoned wrong. [Some "dinner" date indeed. Though I guess I can't judge, considering what we just did to Armia.]

"You know what's funny?" Isabella remarked, still admiring the view. "We just had an hours-long orgy and THEY'RE the ones who look properly fucked."

"Isabella!"

"What? I'm just saying, your mom's skirt is on backwards. And is that a hickey or did someone try to eat her neck?"

Melisa rolled her eyes.

[Anyway, time to tell 'em.] And so, she hopped off the bed, fully dressed, and walked out.

Soon, she was looking back at Margaret, who still had a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Hey sweetie!" Margaret called out cheerfully, then noticed the state her daughter was in. "Oh. Had fun with your friends?"

[Yeah, we just gangbanged Armia before she left for war. You know, typical Friday night.]

"You could say that," Melisa replied, then noticed a fresh hickey blooming on her father's neck. Unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of teasing, she wriggled her brows and said, "looks like you two had fun too."

"Ah, well..."

An awkward silence briefly fell as Melisa properly took in their disheveled states. Margaret's skirt was definitely on backwards, Melistair's shirt was buttoned wrong.

Melistair was the first to recover, though.

"So..." Melistair cleared his throat. "Did you need something?"

"Actually, yeah." Melisa straightened up, pushing through the awkwardness. Sex stuff aside, this was important. "I need to tell you both about what I saw at that bar today. It's... it's pretty serious."

Her parents' expressions shifted instantly from post-coital bliss to concerned attention.

[Right,] Melisa thought. [Time to be responsible. Even if I can still taste Kimiko's cum in my mouth.]

"So there's definitely something brewing," Melisa explained, trying to ignore how her thighs were still sticky. "They had maps of the city marked up, guard rotations noted down-"

"Oh FUCK yes, baby! Right there!"

"..."

All three nim had their faces flush.

[Gods damn it, Isabella,] Melisa thought as Kimiko's moans joined her daughter's. [Can they seriously go again already?]

"Anyway," she continued louder, "it feels like they're planning something big. Like, multiple-target-attack big. And they've got this whole network set up, using bars as meeting spots."

A particularly loud "HARDER MOMMY!" echoed from upstairs.

Margaret coughed.

"Uh, what was that about guard rotations?" Melistair asked.

"Yeah, for key locations. The academy was marked, along with-"

"FUCK MY ASS, MOM!"

"-The warehouse district," she pressed on determinedly, "and some spots in the noble quarter. They're coordinating something."

"You think they have the firepower to pull it off?" Melistair asked.

"I... don't think so," Melisa replied, shaking her head.

"Why's that?"

"Well, I saw them casting some spells at the bar," Melisa explained. "And, I mean, sure, they were all drunk, but I'm pretty sure even drunk as hell I could cast better magic than they did. But, they seem to think they're already experts. Top-tier mages, without even a year of training."

Melisa sighed.

"And, again, from what little I've seen, I kinda disagree. Yeah, they've got enough skills to pick nobles off the street or something. But, definitely not enough to put up a fight against the palace.

"So, what's the problem then?" Margaret asked, tilting her head.

"I mean... They're gonna get themselves killed if they keep this up. Get us killed too, if they keep escalating," Melisa replied. "Should I... Should I really just sit back and watch that happen?"

Both her parents fell silent. Neither really had an answer.

Her father's expression darkened, his mind clearly working through implications.

"... In any case, you should go get some rest," Margaret said softly, putting a hand on Melisa's shoulder. "You've had... quite a night."

[Yeah, that's one way to put it.]

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