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

Melisa and Armia arrived at Javir's manor.

[Oh, sun's already setting. Might be well into the night by the time we're done working.]

As they approached the front door, Melisa could already hear some chatter pouring out from the windows.

[Ah, right. Today's one of dad's days off.]

Armia followed close behind. She seemed a little nervous. She usually did whenever she came around, her tail twitching restlessly.

They walked in.

"Mom? Dad? I'm home!" Melisa called out, taking off her shoes by the door. "And I brought a friend!"

Almost immediately, Margaret appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. Her crimson eyes widened with surprise (and delight) as she caught sight of Armia hovering awkwardly behind Melisa.

"Ah, Miss Duskscale!" Margaret said warmly, coming forward to greet them. "It's so nice to see you again!"

Armia ducked her head, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"The pleasure's mine, Mrs. Blackflame."

Margaret waved a dismissive hand, her smile widening.

"Oh, none of that 'Mrs. Blackflame' nonsense," she said gently. "Please, call me Margaret."

"... Very well. Margaret."

Melisa opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the arrival of Melistair, who emerged with a welcoming grin.

"Ah, Armia! Been a while," he said, striding forward to shake the darian's hand. "You remember me, right?"

"I do, sir," Armia straightened, returning Melistair's handshake with a firm grip. "It's an honor to be here once more."

Melisa watched the exchange with a warm sense of contentment. Honestly, it meant a lot seeing how well her family had taken to Armia, even if she didn't come around too often.

[Or, maybe they're just happy I'm not a complete NEET, heh...]

"Armia and I are going to head up to my room to practice some spells," she said. "We'll be down in time for dinner, okay?"

Margaret nodded, shooing them towards the stairs with a flick of her wrist.

"Of course, sweetheart. You two take all the time you need." She winked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Just, uh, remember to keep the door open, hm?"

Melisa spluttered, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Beside her, Armia just raised a brow.

Melistair just chuckled.

"Go on, you two," he said. "We'll call you when the food's ready."

With that, Melisa grabbed Armia's hand and all but dragged her up the stairs.

As they entered Melisa's bedroom, Armia let out a let out a relieved sigh.

Melisa cleared her throat.

"So," she said brightly, reaching for a nearby stack of books. "Where did we leave off last time? Water and Wind magic, right?"

Armia nodded.

"Yes," she said, leaning forward to peer at the tome Melisa had opened. "We..."

For some reason, Armia looked strangely distracted. She shook her head, though, and seemed to focus up again.

"We were trying to create a spell that combined the two elements, something that could create what you called - what was it- a 'localized hurricane'?"

Melisa hummed thoughtfully, her finger tracing over a complex diagram she'd drawn up.

"Right, I remember now. We were having trouble finding a powerful enough activator from the Wind school."

"Yes, indeed."

Melisa and Armia settled side by side on the edge of Melisa's bed, the pages sitting in front of them.

Melisa frowned, her brow furrowing as she scanned the intricate diagrams and arcane formulas scrawled across the yellowed pages.

"Unfortunately, Wind magic isn't my strong suit," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. "But I think if we combine the right spellsigns, we can still create something powerful and effective."

Armia made a noncommittal noise, her golden eyes distant and unfocused again.

[Hm? She looks... spaced out.]

Melisa glanced up, surprised by her friend's uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm.

But as she turned to face the darian, she caught Armia's gaze flickering down to her lips.

Then, the darian looked lower, to the curve of her thighs beneath her uniform skirt.

"..."

Melisa felt a blush heating her cheeks, a strange, fluttery sensation stirring in her belly.

To be honest, she liked the attention. But, then, Melisa noticed something. Something that made her swallow hard.

Armia was pitching a tent down there.

[Holy...]

Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Melisa realized, then. She'd forgotten to keep her distance. Even now, they were just a couple of feet apart, well within that four-foot strike zone Melisa had determined before.

Not just that, but Melisa had stopped keeping track of this a while ago, so, presumably, since before they'd even entered the manor, Armia had been breathing in those empowered pheromones.

Maybe that was why Armia's little soldier was threatening to burst through her skirt.

It was hidden, still. Lying in wait beneath it like a concealed pistol.

And yet...

Melisa could tell it was huge.

[If... If she took everything off... How big would it be?]

She could almost see it in her mind's eye.

[I mean, if Isabella's was... Then...]

Suddenly, Armia stood up.

The darian walked over to the door and closed it, making sure it was locked.

When she turned and walked back over.

Melisa swallowed as she got closer, as did Armia.

Soon, Armia was standing right in front of her.

"Melisa..." Armia said, with as deep and rumbling a voice as Melisa had ever heard from her.

"Yeah?"

"I..." Armia inhaled sharply. "I really, really want to..."

Unable to finish the words, she gestured between them.

"..."

Melisa licked her lips.

"Really?"

Armia blinked.

"Yes." Armia nodded. "Really."

Melisa wasn't too sure what she could say.

When Armia realized she was probably just going to remain silent, she decided to provide some proof of that statement.

She raised her skirt.

[Oh... Oh God.]

She freed it.

Armia pulled her panties down and took her skirt off.

Her cock was even bigger than Melisa had thought it would be.

It was glorious. Mouth-watering.

"... So," Armia inhaled and exhaled, "do you...."

She breathed in and out again.

The words hung on the tip of her tongue like a drop of water clinging onto it for its life.

Finally, through red cheeks and a tight throat, she squeezed them out.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Armia asked, a little clumsily.

For a while, Melisa just stared at it. That massive... well, dragon standing at attention.

A million fantasies flashed through her thoughts, one at a time, like a lewd photo presentation.

Then, she nodded.

Soon, Melisa got on her knees.

[Okay, Mel, this is not Isabella you're dealing with. I-If this thing goes in me, as is, it'll break me in half.]

She swallowed.

[I... I have to get it ready.]

She extended her tongue. The instant it touched Armia's dick, Melisa nearly came right then and there.

[Ohhhh it smells so good.]

Slowly, Melisa took it into her mouth.

Armia seemed to wince and for a moment Melisa thought she did something wrong but the way Armia adjusted, shifting her position and keeping Melisa's head where it was, said otherwise.

The half-dragon began to move back and forth. Not too hard, not enough to threaten to break Melisa's jaw with this monster she was packing, but just enough to slide it on Melisa's tongue.

Melisa could hardly think straight. Her senses were being overwhelmed.

Armia's breathing grew heavier, and her hands gripped Melisa's hair tighter, guiding her movements. Melisa's lips stretched, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, savoring every inch she could take in.

Suddenly, Armia pulled back, her cock slipping from Melisa's mouth with a wet pop.

Melisa looked up, her lips glistening with saliva, eyes half-lidded with lust.

"Get on the bed," Armia commanded, her voice low and rough.

Melisa scrambled up, her heart pounding in her chest.

She lay back, her legs spreading instinctively, inviting Armia closer. Armia climbed over her, positioning herself between Melisa's thighs.

Armia leaned down, capturing Melisa's lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Melisa moaned into her mouth, her hands tangling in Armia's hair as their tongues clashed.

When Armia pulled back, she looked down, aligning her cock with Melisa's dripping entrance. She paused, her eyes locking with Melisa's.

"Are you ready?" Armia asked, her voice trembling with restraint.

Melisa nodded, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yes. Please. But..." Melisa added, a bit of sense slipping in briefly. "Keep it down. We... You know..."

Armia didn't say anything.

With that, Armia pushed forward, her cock stretching Melisa's tight pussy inch by inch. Melisa gasped, her back arching off the bed.

[It's too big!]

"Oh gods," Armia groaned, her hips moving in slow thrusts.

Melisa's nails dug into Armia's shoulders.

"Mmm..." Melisa bit down on the insides of her cheeks, trying to stay quiet.

As Armia picked up the pace, the bed creaked beneath them.

Melisa's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. Armia's hands gripped Melisa's hips, pulling her closer, deeper, until she was buried to the hilt.

Melisa's eyes widened.

All that, all that size and power Armia carried between her legs, was completely inside of her.

She felt like she was about to ascend.

"Come on, come on," Melisa whispered, wrapping her legs around Armia's back. "Give it to me already."

Armia didn't need to be told twice.

Soon, she did just that.

Immediately, Melisa's soft cries filled the room. She wanted to be silent but this was the best she could do in that regard.

Her hands clutching at the sheets, her body rocked by the force of Armia's thrusts. She felt like she was being split apart.

Armia's breaths were ragged, her rhythm faltering as she approached the edge quickly. She looked down at Melisa, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared intensity.

"I'm going to... to cum," Armia growled, her hips slamming into Melisa's with a final, powerful thrust. "Inside you. I-Is that-"

"Do it," Melisa panted, her own orgasm building, threatening to consume her. "Fill me. It's fine." Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

With a guttural moan, Armia came, her cock pulsing inside Melisa, flooding her with warmth.

The sensation sent Melisa over the edge, her own climax ripping through her, her walls clenching around Armia's cock, milking every drop from her.

It lasted a few seconds. They looked frozen, until the sensations passed and Melisa collapsed onto the bed, with Armia collapsing on top of her.

They stayed like that for a moment, bodies trembling, breath mingling.

Armia raised herself up.

"Holy... That was..." She breathed heavily, looking down at Melisa with astonishment.

Melisa shook her head.

"We're not done yet."