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

Isabella's tail swished with anticipation as she carefully arranged golden-brown pastries on a silver tray. The aroma of cinnamon and cloves wafted through the air.

Today, she felt like eating something... Yalmir-style. She wasn't sure why, but here she was, with a full-course meal in her hands before the small hand on the clock on the wall had even reached the center.

She hummed softly, lifting the tray and making her way through the Summer household.

As she approached the garden doors, Isabella paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

The events of the past few days weighed heavily on her mind. The image of her mother, bloodied and broken after the Shadow Mage attack, refused to fade.

Isabella shook her head, forcing a smile as she pushed open the ornate glass doors.

The color and fragrance of the garden assaulted Isabella's senses, like she'd forgotten the world could be colorful after spending so much time wallowing in dreary what-if's. Exotic flowers from across Eldora bloomed in carefully tended beds, all of them flowers that Isabella and Kimiko had planted together.

At the center of this floral paradise, Kimiko moved, her body flowing through a series of stretches and poses.

Isabella's breath caught in her throat. Even after all these years, perhaps even more so now, the sight of her mother never failed to stir something primal within her. Her kitsune instincts never failed to be set aflame by the mere sight of this woman.

And, Isabella had almost lost her.

What a terrible thing to contemplate.

Kimiko's plump form gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, her curves accentuated by the tight exercise outfit she wore.

"Mom!" Isabella called out, her voice a touch higher than usual. "I've got some treats for you!"

Kimiko turned, a radiant smile lighting up her face.

"Oh, darling! What a lovely surprise." She sauntered over, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Oooh, pastries."

Isabella nodded, holding out the tray.

"Cinnamon and clove, just the way you like them. I thought you might need a pick-me-up after your workout."

Kimiko's eyes sparkled as she plucked a pastry from the tray. She took a delicate bite, closing her eyes in bliss.

"Mmm, perfect. You've really mastered these, sweetheart."

"Well, I had a great teacher," Isabella replied, her cheeks flushing at the praise.

Kimiko finished the pastry in two more bites, licking her fingers clean in a way that made Isabella's cock twitch beneath her skirt.

"They're absolutely delicious, darling. But shouldn't you be focusing on your studies? The Academy won't wait forever, you know. I don't want you getting in the habit of skipping class."

Isabella's ears drooped slightly.

"I know, Mom. It's just... I can't stop thinking about what happened. What if the Shadow Mages come back while I'm gone? What if-"

"Shh," Kimiko soothed, setting the tray aside on a bench and pulling Isabella into a warm embrace. "I'll be fine, my love. The Shadow Mages just got lucky last time. It won't happen again."

Isabella buried her face in her mother's neck, inhaling the intoxicating mix of sweat and floral perfume.

"But what if it does? I couldn't bear to lose you, Mom."

Kimiko pulled back slightly, cupping Isabella's face in her hands.

"You won't lose me, darling. I promise."

Isabella leaned in. Kimiko met her, pushing their lips together softly.

"Now then," Kimiko purred, her eyes dark with desire. "Why don't we find a more... productive way to ease your worries?"

Isabella's cock strained against her skirt, suddenly fully erect.

[This is more like it,] Isabella sighed with relief. [Mom looked... different yesterday. Seems like it passed, though.]

"What did you have in mind, Mom?"

Kimiko's grin was positively wicked as she sank to her knees, her face level with Isabella's throbbing member.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I have in mind, darling."

"Oh gods," Isabella whispered, her voice thick with lust.

Kimiko wasted no time, pushing Isabella's skirt up and freeing her cock. She licked her lips at the sight, a low moan escaping her throat.

"So beautiful," she murmured, before taking Isabella's length into her mouth. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire

Isabella gasped, her hands instinctively tangling in her mother's silky hair.

"Fuck, Mom," she groaned. "Your mouth feels amazing."

Kimiko hummed in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Isabella's body. She began to bob her head, taking more of Isabella's cock with each movement.

Isabella's hips jerked involuntarily, driving herself deeper into her mother's willing throat. Kimiko didn't gag. No self-respecting kitsune would.

"That's it, Mom," Isabella panted, her tail curling in pleasure. "Take all of me."

Kimiko's hands weren't idle, one fondling Isabella's balls while the other stroked her own hardening cock through her tight, black pants. She looked up at Isabella, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and maternal affection.

The sight was almost too much for Isabella.

"Mom, I'm close," Isabella warned, her voice strained. "Do you want me to-"

Kimiko pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing against Isabella's sensitive tip.

"Cum for me, darling. Let Mommy taste you."

With a cry that echoed through the garden, Isabella came. Her cock pulsed, shooting rope after rope of thick cum down her mother's eager throat. Kimiko swallowed it all, her throat working to milk every last drop from her daughter.

As the aftershocks of her orgasm faded, Isabella helped her mother to her feet. Kimiko's lips were swollen, a trail of saliva and cum connecting them to Isabella's softening cock.

"Feel better now, sweetheart?" Kimiko asked, her voice slightly hoarse.

Isabella nodded, pulling her mother in for another deep kiss. She could taste herself on Kimiko's tongue, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.

"Much better," Isabella replied when they finally parted. "But what about you, Mom? Don't you need some relief too?"

Kimiko's eyes glinted with mischief.

"Oh, I'm sure we can think of something, darling. After all," she added, gesturing to the forgotten tray of pastries, "we have all afternoon, and I'm still quite... hungry."

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{Raven}

Raven stood in Javir's office, hands behind her back, waiting for her orders.

In her mind, she went over that talk they all had at the garden. Isabella's home, attacked. Armia's home, attacked.

... To be totally honest, it was mainly seeing Melisa's reaction to those attacks had made Raven's heart sting.

The more she stood without anything to do, the more that the room seemed to close in on her, memories of her time with the Shadow Mages pressing against her skull. Javir's piercing gaze didn't help matters.

"Are you absolutely certain you can't remember where their headquarters are?" Javir asked, her voice tinged with a bit of frustration. "Even the smallest detail could help."

Raven shook her head, her long black hair swaying with the motion.

"I've told you. They blindfolded me every time. It could be under the city, above it, or in another realm for all I know."

Javir leaned back in her chair, her brow furrowed in thought.

"There has to be some way you can find out. Think, Raven. How did you receive your orders? Who gave them to you? Is there any way we can reach that person?"

Raven closed her eyes, trying to recall the details of her former life. It felt like peering through a fog, everything just slightly out of focus.

"My orders... they were always dropped off at my dorm room," she said slowly. "Shaded figures, never the same one twice. Never saw their faces." She paused, a memory surfacing. "The only superior I ever actually interacted with was Professor Linner."

Javir clicked her tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet office.

"Miria," She stood up, pacing behind her desk. "It seems the only way we're going to find this hideout is by investigating Miria and possibly her family."

Raven nodded, relief washing over her. Finally, a lead that didn't revolve around her faulty memory.

"You're right," she said. "Miria was always... careful. But her family might not be as guarded."

Javir stopped pacing, a determined glint in her eye.

"Then that's where we'll start." She grabbed her cloak from a nearby hook. "Come on, Raven. We're making a stop at Miria's house."

Raven blinked, surprised by the sudden action. She tilted her head.

"Now?"

"No time like the present," Javir said with a grim smile. "Besides, who knows how long before the Shadow Mages realize we're about to go on the offensive? The moment they do, this little mission of ours will become all the more difficult."

As they left the office, Raven felt a mix of excitement and dread bubbling in her stomach. This was it - a real chance to strike back at the organization that had used her, molded her into a weapon.

But, at the same time, it was also going to be an attack on the closest thing she ever had to a "family".

She wasn't sure she was ready for it.

Javir seemed to sense her unease. She paused, turning to face Raven.

"You okay?"

Raven swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet Javir's gaze.

"I'm fine. It still feels... strange. Going from being one of them to actively working against them."

Javir's expression softened. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on Raven's shoulder.

"Well, you're not one of them anymore, Raven. You're one of us now. Remember that."

She nodded, straightening her shoulders.

"You're right. Let's do this."