Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!

The Drunken Darian (Kimiko's favorite dive) was in full swing, the air thick with the smell of ale and sweat and other miscellaneous scents.

Isabella leaned back in her chair, one hand wrapped around a tankard, the other resting on her mother's thigh. Kimiko sat beside her, long pink hair cascading over her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You know," Isabella said, her words slightly slurred, "I'm just fucking glad you're still here, Mom."

Kimiko raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Oh? Getting sentimental on me? So soon?"

Isabella snorted, taking another swig of her drink.

"Fuck off. I'm serious. When those Shadow Mage assholes attacked... I thought I was gonna lose you."

For a moment, Kimiko's expression softened. She reached out, cupping Isabella's cheek in her hand.

"It'll take more than a few wannabe assassins to take me down, baby girl."

[... No,] Isabella thought. [They succeeded. It took me casting Melisa's Blood Magic to bring you back.]

She still didn't know why that spell worked, or what other effects it may have had, but... she didn't care.

Their eyes met, and for a heartbeat, the noise of the tavern faded away. Then Isabella grinned, turning her head to plant a kiss on her mother's palm.

She tried to shove that thought into the back of her mind.

"Damn straight. You're too much of a badass to die on me."

Kimiko cackled.

"And don't you forget it." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Isabella's ear. "Now, why don't you tell me what's really on your mind? You've got that look."

Isabella's grin turned wicked.

"What look?"

"The one that says you're plotting something. Come on. Out with it."

Isabella chuckled, her hand sliding higher up Kimiko's thigh.

"You know me too well, Mommy. I've been thinking... about how to get to those Shadow Mage fuckers."

Kimiko's eyes narrowed, her own hand coming to rest on Isabella's.

"I'm listening."

"We need to lure them out," Isabella said, her voice low and intense. "Draw them into the open where we can take them down."

"And how do you propose we do that?"

Isabella's smirk widened.

"What else? The wand."

Kimiko blinked, then let out a bark of laughter.

"Of course. Your little invention. But how-"

"An official showcase," Isabella interrupted, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We put on a big show, invite all the bigwigs. Make it impossible for the Shadow Mages to resist."

Kimiko hummed thoughtfully, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the back of Isabella's hand.

"It's risky. What if they do attack? We'd be putting a lot of innocent people in danger."

Isabella leaned in closer, her breath hot against Kimiko's neck.

"That's the point, Mom. We set the stage, control the battlefield. And when they show up..." She made a slashing motion across her throat.

For a long moment, Kimiko was silent, studying her daughter's face. Then, slowly, a grin spread across her features.

"You crafty little minx. I love it."

Isabella beamed, pride swelling in her chest.

"Learned from the best, didn't I?"

---

Soon, they stumbled out of the tavern, the cool night air a shock after the stuffy interior. Isabella flagged down a carriage, practically dragging Kimiko inside.

As the carriage lurched into motion, Isabella found herself sprawled across her mother's lap, Kimiko's hands already ripping at the laces of her bodice.

"Come on, Mommy," Isabella whispered, eyes dark. "Fuck me raw~"

Kimiko yanked her shirt open, exposing her perky tits to the cool night air. She cried out as Kimiko latched onto a nipple, sucking hard enough that Isabella knew it was going to leave a mark.

She scrambled up, straddling Kimiko's lap as Kimiko freed her massive shaft from her skirt. As usual, the size difference between their cocks was enough to make Isabella drool.

With a single, smooth motion, Isabella sank down, impaling herself on Kimiko's throbbing member. Unlike with Armia, this was all pussy.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Isabella chanted, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Kimiko gripped her hips, slamming her daughter up and down on her cock with brutal force.

Isabella's own cock, rock hard and leaking, slapped against Kimiko's stomach with each bounce. Kimiko wrapped her hand around it, stroking in time with their frantic rhythm.

"That's it, baby girl," Kimiko purred, her voice husky with lust. "Ride Mommy's fat cock. Show me how much you love it."

Isabella leaned forward, crashing her lips against Kimiko's. Their tongues tangled together, exploring each other's mouths as they fucked. They broke apart, giggling like schoolgirls as their tongues continued to dance, licking at each other's lips and chins.

"Fuck, Mom," Isabella gasped, her hips grinding down hard. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Kimiko's grip tightened, her strokes becoming quicker.

"Do it, baby. Cum for Mommy."

With a cry that echoed through the carriage, Isabella came. Her cock erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum across Kimiko's tits and chin.

Kimiko wasn't far behind. With a guttural growl, she slammed Isabella down one last time, flooding Isabella's pussy with her hot load.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Then, slowly, Isabella lifted herself off Kimiko's softening cock, a trail of cum leaking down her thighs.

"Holy shit," Isabella breathed, collapsing against her mother's chest. "That was..."

"Incredible, right?" Kimiko smiled.

Isabella laughed.

But, again... She saw it.

It was hard to describe, but it was there. Something in Kimiko's eyes changed. They didn't have the same light to them as before.

Isabella sighed and placed her head down on Kimiko's chest. It didn't matter. What mattered was that Kimiko was there.

---

{Melisa}

Melisa trudged into the classroom, her body on autopilot while her mind wandered to places far more interesting than the stuffy academic halls of Syux Academy. Like, for instance, the warm embrace of her bed, or better yet, Raven's arms.

[Ugh, I already miss that brooding wonder,] she thought, a small sigh escaping her lips. [When was the last time we actually talked, actually? Like, really talked?]

"You okay there, babe?" Isabella's chipper voice cut through Melisa's melancholy like a knife through butter. "You look like someone stole your favorite buttplug."

Armia snorted.

"You don't even know what a 'buttplug' is."

"I do. Melisa explained them to me," Isabella replied smugly. "Honestly, I'm thinking of making some myself."

Melisa rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her face.

[Isabella Summer, sex-toy inventor extraordinaire... Actually, yeah, I can see it.]

"I was just thinking about Raven. Don't you guys miss her?"

Isabella and Armia exchanged a look that screamed 'oh shit, were we supposed to notice?'

"Of course we do!" Isabella said, her voice a pitch too high to be convincing. "It's been... it's been so rough without her!"

Armia nodded sagely.

"Indeed. Her absence is... noticeable."

Melisa held back a laugh.

[Even now, my friends still haven't gotten that close, huh? Maybe I need to change that.]

As they entered the classroom, Melisa's eyes locked with Aria's, naturally.

The princess sat perched at her desk like it was a throne, one perfectly manicured eyebrow arched in what could only be described as royal disdain. And in her hand? A delicate teacup, because of course.

[Really?] Melisa thought, barely suppressing a snort. [Tea? In class? That's the most stereotypical rich girl thing I've ever seen.]

Melisa made her way to her seat, hyperaware of Aria's eyes following her every move. As she sat down, Isabella plopped herself unceremoniously onto Melisa's lap, wiggling her hips in a way that was definitely not necessary for finding a comfortable position.

"Comfy?" Melisa asked, amused.

"Mmm, very," Isabella purred innocently. She leaned back, her back flush against Melisa's chest. "Careful," she whispered, "I woke up in a good mood today. You say the wrong thing and I might just forget where we are~"

Melisa glanced over at Aria, noting the way the princess's nose wrinkled in disgust at their public display of affection.

[Oh, you want a show, your highness? I'll give you a fucking show.]

With a devilish smirk, Melisa adjusted her and Isabella's position.

She slipped down the chair a little, spreading Isabella's legs and putting her hands on the kitsune's hips. Aria's eyes widened in shock. Isabella looked back at Melisa with a raised brow and a smirk.

It looked like Isabella was riding Melisa in reverse cowgirl style.

[Take that, Little Miss Proper,] Melisa thought, her smirk widening as Aria's cheeks flushed an interesting shade of pink. [What's the matter? Never seen a nim get her rocks off in public before?]

But before Melisa could push the envelope any further, the classroom door swung open with a bang that could wake the dead. Or, at the very least, startle a few dozing students into alertness.

The professor strode in, his robes billowing behind him in a way that screamed 'I practiced this entrance in the mirror'. Melisa gave it about a 7 out of 10.

He came to a stop at the front of the class, his eyes sweeping over the students like a general surveying his troops before battle.

"Good morning, class," he boomed, his voice carrying to every corner of the room. "I hope you're all well-rested and ready for a challenge, because today, we begin our final project of the semester."

A collective groan rose from some of the students. Understandably, of course. It had basically been one project after another for months now.

But, Melisa leaned forward, her interest piqued.

[Bring it on,] she thought, a fierce grin spreading across her face. [Come on, give me a chance to show off to this rich girl. I'll blow your mind so hard, you'll think you've been hit by... by a freight train of awesome!]

She was glad she didn't say that in public.

"Now, now," the professor scolded, waving his hands to quiet the class. "I know you're all thrilled beyond words, but please, contain your excitement."

Melisa couldn't help but snort at that.

"For this project," he continued, pacing back and forth at the front of the room, "you will be working in pairs."

Another wave of noise swept through the class - excited whispers, groans of despair, and the unmistakable sound of students already trying to catch their desired partner's eye.

"Which I will be assigning," he added, somehow making it even worse.

[Alright. Hopefully, I luck out and I get assigned to someone I know again. Though, come to think of it, getting paired up with Jaylin probably can't be described as lucky.]

She could tell the feeling was mutual, given that the moment the professor said he'd assign people to their partners, instantly, Jaylin started glaring at Melisa from across the room.

Melisa didn't really mind at all. It didn't matter who she got. As long as they did their work, she'd have fun.

A hand shot up.

The professor's brows shot up with it.

"Y-Your Highness?"

Instantly, Melisa got a bad idea.

"Professor," Aria began. "I don't mean to be a bother, but... Could I get in on this?"

The professor looked confused for a moment but managed to roll with it.

"Sure. I could-"

"If it's not too much, I already have a partner in mind."

Melisa could tell at a glance that if it was anyone else saying this, the professor would go, "no" and just move on. But, this was the literal princess of Syux, so, he swallowed and went:

"W-Who?"

And, sure enough, Aria looked over and grinned.

"Melisa Blackflame."