Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 264: Loyalty, Part Twenty-Two

{Melisa}

[Well fuck,] Melisa thought as Vira's body pressed against hers. The other nim's tits felt amazing even through their clothes. [So much for playing dumb about magic. Though maybe I can work with this. Get her thinking with her pussy instead of her brain... Like I'm doing right now.]

"Alright," she admitted, letting her hands rest on Vira's hips. The way Vira's breath hitched at her touch was deeply satisfying. "Maybe I know a little."

"A little?" Vira raised an eyebrow, fingers playing with the hem of Melisa's top. Her nails scraped lightly against purple skin. "The way you analyzed my spellsign says otherwise. Come ooon, show me something. Show me what you can really do."

[Shit. Need to look competent, since she's obviously seen through me, but I can't look TOO competent. What would a self-taught nim know? Something flashy but not too precise... Though it's hard to think straight with her hands doing that.]

"Well..." Melisa drew back slightly, raising her hand. She deliberately made the spellsign a bit sloppy - not enough to misfire, but enough to look like someone who learned through trial and error rather than formal training. Like she was powerful but untrained, instead of having spent the last 9 years doing barely anything but casting spells.

"Lumina aegis circumdare!"

A shimmering dome of light surrounded them, casting everything in a soft glow that made Vira's curves look even more inviting. Basic protection magic, but she made sure to put enough raw power behind it to impress. The kind of spell that showed talent without expertise.

"Fuck," Vira breathed, her eyes wide and hungry. Her hands hadn't left Melisa's body, fingers growing bolder in their exploration. "That's hot. Like, really fucking hot. Where'd you learn that? Who taught you?"

"Just... picked it up," Melisa shrugged, letting the spell fade. Her pussy was already getting wet from the way Vira was looking at her. "Like, a few months ago, you know? Trial and error, you know? Lots of practice alone in my room."

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[Not entirely a lie. Just leave out the 'trained by the former court sorceress' part.]

"Practicing alone in your room?" Vira's fingers slid under her top, tracing patterns that made Melisa's skin tingle. "Now that's an image. Bet you looked gorgeous figuring it all out."

Her thigh slipped between Melisa's legs, pressing up in a way that made focusing on the conversation increasingly difficult.

"Want to know what else I've picked up?" she purred, breath hot against Melisa's ear. "Some very... interesting applications of magic."

[Yes. No. Maybe? Focus! Need intel about the arson but holy fuck her hands feel good... And maybe getting her worked up will make her talk more? Yeah, that's totally why I'm letting her grind against me. For the mission.]

"Show me," Melisa heard herself say, her hands finding Vira's perfect ass and squeezing.

[... Fuck it. Might as well enjoy my spy work. Besides, what better way to get close to someone than getting REALLY close?]

The way Vira's tongue swept into her mouth made thinking about the mission significantly more challenging.

But hey, sometimes gathering intel meant getting your pussy eaten.

All part of the job.

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{Armia}

[Two weeks,] Armia thought, trying to ignore the whispers from the human soldiers. [Just two weeks of proving I'm 'loyal' enough for these idiots. That's all I've got to put up with.]

The caravan lurched over another bump in the road. Her armor clinked. She'd been given some pretty hefty pieces, made by a blacksmith specifically for her. She didn't like it. She'd spent way too much time wearing dresses and skirts just to be put in a suit of armor like this? If she could fight in her school uniform, she would.

"Why's this lizard with us?" one soldier muttered to another. Not quietly enough.

"Because we're expendable, obviously," his friend replied. "Saw the orders. We're the distraction while the main force hits from the west."

[No, I'm here because the queen said so, you dicks. Though I guess your tiny brains can't process complex thoughts like 'following orders' or 'don't antagonize the seven-foot tall warrior who could snap you in half.']

"Hey, scale-face," a particularly brave (or stupid) soldier called out. "You actually gonna fight your own kind?"

Armia turned slowly, raising a brow and slightly tilting her head.

"I am a citizen of Syux. There won't be any of 'my kind' there," she said coldly. "Just Rhayan soldiers and Syux soldiers. Some smarter than others."

"Pfft."

That was all he said, though, shutting up after that.

The irony wasn't lost on her. Here she was, being sent to fight her own people to prove she wasn't a threat, while being treated like a threat by the people she was fighting for.

In all the time she'd spent fantasizing about becoming a noblewoman, this kind of politics had definitely been what she was least looking forward to.

[Fine... Happy thoughts,] she thought, closing her eyes. [Just... Distract yourself.]

And, as soon as she tried to do that, she thought about Kimiko and Isabella double-penetrating her.

Her cock twitched uncomfortably in its confines. It suddenly occurred to her just how used she'd gotten to the occasional blowjob or backshots she could expect with Melisa and Isabella.

[... I'm essentially undertaking abstinence for a couple of weeks too,] she blushed. [That's... That's fine. You're a warrior. You can handle two weeks without stuffing anyone's holes.]

"Eyes front, soldier," the commander barked at a human who'd been staring too long at her chest plate. At least someone was professional about this.

"Sir," another soldier approached the commander. "Scout report says we're about six hours from the front."

Two weeks. Two weeks of fighting, of proving herself, of showing these humans what a darian warrior could do.

"Just remember your orders," the commander told her gruffly. "Hold the line. Give the main force time."

[Yeah, because I'm totally going to forget 'stand there and be scary while better-equipped troops do the real work.']

"Understood, sir," she replied. Professional. Composed.

[I can do this,] she told herself firmly. [I survived double penetration from the Summers. I can survive anything.]