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

Melisa's legs locked around Raven's waist as their kiss deepened.

Melisa's mind was a blank canvas, painted only with the desperate need to get Raven's clothes off and feel her skin against her own.

Raven's hands roamed Melisa's back, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together so tightly it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

Melisa flipped Raven onto her back, pinning her to the bed.

Their lips never parted, the kiss growing more frantic, more demanding. Melisa's hands slid up Raven's sides, tracing the curves of her body.

She broke the kiss, her mouth trailing down Raven's neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

Raven arched beneath her, soft moans escaping her lips as Melisa's mouth moved lower, kissing and nipping her way down Raven's chest.

She paused to tease Raven's nipples, her tongue circling them twice before she continued her journey south.

By the time Melisa reached Raven's pussy, Raven was already so wet, her desire pooling between her thighs. Melisa's breath hitched at the sight. She spread Raven's legs wider, her fingers tracing the slick lips before she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste Raven for the first time.

Raven gasped, her hands clenching into fists in the sheets as Melisa licked away at her.

Melisa tried to mimic what Isabella had done to her, her tongue exploring every inch, teasing and tasting. She found Raven's clit, sucking gently, and Raven's hips bucked in response.

Again, the entire time, no thoughts echoed within Melisa's head. Her eyes remained fixed on Raven and that was all she needed to see. All she cared about at this moment.

Melisa's hands held Raven's thighs apart, her tongue working faster, her own need building with every moan and gasp that Raven made.

She could feel Raven's body tensing up. She was on the edge.

Melisa doubled her speed her tongue moving in a frenzy. When Raven finally came, it was with a scream, her body arching off the bed as she flooded Melisa's mouth. Melisa's tongue lapped up every drop, the taste of Raven's orgasm sending a shiver down her spine.

As Raven's orgasm subsided, Melisa felt a flicker of clarity return to her mind.

But nowhere near enough to get her to stop.

She lifted one of Raven's legs. Raven looked up at her, exhausted.

"Wait," Raven said. "One... One moment."

Melisa, however, wasn't listening. Instead, she ground her own pussy against Raven's, her arousal getting bigger with every second that passed.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit..." Melisa muttered as she slammed her clit into Raven's. "I'm still..."

Raven's body, toned from so much training, clenched as Melisa moved and Melisa swore she could almost see each individual muscle in her legs and torso.

"Come on, come on," Melisa could feel herself getting closer. Soon, Raven had gained some energy again and lifted herself up, helping out with the ongoing scissoring.

Soon, they were both approaching an orgasm.

"Please," Raven said, her voice unusually deep. "I..."

Melisa silenced her with a kiss.

Then, they moaned into each other's mouths as they jumped off the edge together, intense orgasms running through their bodies.

They trembled in each other's arms.

And it still wasn't over.

---

By the time Melisa finally had enough clarity to pull away, Raven was basically a melted puddle.

And, STILL, Melisa was horny.

[That... wasn't enough?] Her pussy quivered, almost in response. [I need help.]

Hanging on to this post-orgasm clarity, Melisa threw on some clothes and ran out of the room.

Not just that. She all but sprinted out of the academy itself.

Melisa's feet carried her swiftly through the streets of Syux, her body moving on autopilot as her mind raced.

Slowly, that same need that had taken over her mind for the last whatever amount of hours with Raven was building up again.

Melisa had one person in mind, one person she thought could assist her.

[Margaret will know what to do,] she thought desperately. [She'll be able to explain what's happening to me.]

Soon, Melisa was at Javir's manor.

Melisa caught sight of Margaret in the garden, tending to a patch of vibrant flowers.

Melisa stepped into the garden, her heart pounding. She opened her mouth to call out to her mother.

But as she drew closer, something shifted inside her. The words died in her throat as her gaze locked onto Margaret's lips, her graceful neck, her huge tits.

Before Melisa could stop herself, she closed the distance between them in two swift strides.

Margaret looked up, surprise flashing across her face.

"Melisa? What are you-"

Her words were cut off as Melisa crashed their lips together.

Margaret blinked.

For a moment, Margaret stiffened in shock.

Melisa moaned into the kiss, her body pressing insistently against her mother's, her hands behind Margaret's back, holding her tightly.

When they finally broke apart, Melisa was panting.

Margaret's eyes were dark with desire, but there was also a flicker of concern in their crimson depths.

"Melisa," she breathed, her voice husky. "What's gotten into you?"

Melisa opened her mouth and closed it multiple times.

She shook her head, unable to form coherent thoughts.

"I-I-I-I don't know, I... Mom," Melisa buried her face in her chest. "I'm so fucking horny."

Melisa tried to kiss her again. Margaret was less surprised as their lips touched.

Melisa could see the gears turning in her mind.

Margaret arrived at some sort of conclusion.

As Melisa's hands roamed over her body, Margaret slipped a hand down Melisa's pants.

Melisa gasped, her hips bucking against Margaret's hand as she hugged Margaret tighter.

Margaret held Melisa just the same, her other hand stroking Melisa's hair, their horns bumping gently against each other, as she whispered soothing words into her ear.

"It's okay, Melisa. I'm here. I've got you."

Melisa melted into her touch, her body trembling with need.

Absent-mindedly, she began to lick and kiss Margaret's chest over her shirt. Margaret shivered but continued, her fingers moving deeper inside Melisa.

Margaret's touch was both gentle and insistent, her fingers stroking Melisa's pussy with a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Melisa's moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with her mother's hand. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pressure mounting with each stroke, each whispered word of comfort.

As Margaret continued, Melisa felt like her body was on fire.

Finally, the tension snapped. Melisa cried out, her body arching against Margaret's as she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Margaret held her tightly, her fingers never stopping, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.

As the waves of her orgasm subsided, Melisa felt a flicker of clarity return to her mind, a moment of calm amidst the storm.

This time, the clarity lasted longer, the fog lifting enough for her to catch her breath and think clearly.

Margaret pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Melisa's face. Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

Melisa nodded, her breath still coming in ragged gasps.

"Yes," she managed to say, her voice trembling. "I think... I think I'm okay now."

Margaret's eyes softened, her hand gently cupping Melisa's cheek.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Melisa hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes," she whispered, leaning into her touch. "I do."

---

Melisa and Margaret sat side by side on the garden bench. Melisa sighed, wiping the sweat off her face.

"I don't know what's happening to me, Mom," Melisa began. "Ever since I woke up today, I felt like I was drunk with lust. It's like... I couldn't think about anything other than sex. It's so strong, so... overwhelming.

I swear, I just want to fuck everything that moves!"

Margaret nodded slowly.

"Being lustful isn't outside of a nim's nature, Melisa, but I've never experienced or heard of it being this intense. There must be something triggering this."

Melisa's brow furrowed in thought.

"But, I-I don't know what could have caused it," she admitted.

Margaret then suggested:

"Well, let's see... Is there something that separates you from other nim?"

In an instant, Melisa had a possible answer.

"... Could it be my magic?"

Margaret tilted her head.

"I feel as though you may be right. But... how?"

Melisa took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts.

"Certain substances have addictive properties, right? What if Essence is the same? What if... I've slowly gotten addicted to drawing Essence from others, and, today, I woke up feeling some sort of withdrawal?"

Margaret looked away, pondering that question.

"I... suppose it's possible," she said slowly. "I guess if you've been relying on Essence heavily, maybe the lack of it had special effects on you that this sort of thing hasn't had on others. You are the world's first nim mage, after all."

Melisa looked away.

[I doubt that. Maybe more like I'm the world's first nim mage to not be assassinated within 2 weeks of casting a spell. But, anyway...]

"I'm not completely sure that's the case, but it makes sense. What should I do if that's what's happening?"

Margaret took Melisa's hands in hers, her grip firm and reassuring.

"I'm not terribly certain," Margaret muttered.

They were at a loss.

Though, if Melisa's theory was correct, she could see two options immediately.

[If this is just some sort of withdrawal, I could try to just... I don't know, get used to the feeling. But, I... I don't think I'm strong enough for that. On the other hand,] she rested her head on Margaret's shoulder, [I could go in the opposite direction.]

She remembered her goals.

"I could collect enough lovers to where I never feel this way again."

Margaret raised a brow, looking both amused and concerned.

"That could work," her mother said. "But..." She sighed. "In that case, you better get to work. You get into this state again, you might end up doing things you regret."

Melisa looked down at herself.

"Yeah. You're right." Then, Melisa looked up at her mother, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Mom. For listening to me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Margaret smiled, pulling Melisa into a warm embrace.

"Anytime, dear. Anytime."

For the first time that day, the overwhelming need seemed to recede.

---

Later, Melisa trudged up the stairs to her room. Her dorm room, that was.

After walking all the way to Javir's manor, Melisa had then made the same journey back, easily.

As she closed the door behind her, she felt a sudden surge of energy coursing through her body.

[What the hell?] she thought, pacing back and forth. [I should be exhausted after everything that happened, but I feel like I could run a marathon.]

She glanced at her bed, considering trying to sleep, but quickly dismissed the idea. There was no way she could lie still right now.

[Okay, Melisa, think. What can you do with all this energy?]

Her eyes fell on her stack of textbooks, and a lightbulb went off in her head.

[Of course! I should use this time to study. Right, right...]

She rifled through her books, finally pulling out a tome on Light Magic. As she flipped through the pages, her excitement grew.

[Light Magic, huh? Back on Earth, this was always associated with healing in RPGs. I wonder if it's similar here?]

Melisa settled into her desk chair, eagerly poring over the introductory chapters. She found descriptions of a few common Light spells:

[Illuminate: A basic spell to create a small, floating orb of light.]

"I know that one already."

[Purify: Cleanses minor impurities from water or food.]

"Know that one too..."

[Soothe: Calms minor aches and pains.]

[That last one's interesting,] Melisa mused, her sleek, black tail swishing thoughtfully behind her. [But, is that it?]

As she read further, indeed, she found herself hitting a wall.

The book contained only basic information, nothing about the more advanced applications of Light Magic that she was curious about.

Melisa leaned back in her chair, drumming her fingers on the desk as she considered her options.

[I was thinking I'd see some healing spells, but... Right,] Melisa thought, [this world has Life magic as a separate school. Healing is probably sectioned off to that school. So, then...] She taped her index finger against her lips. [What does that leave for the Light school?]

The idea took root in her mind, growing more appealing by the second.

[Maybe I should head to a church or something. I'm sure there are probably a few Light mages there. And, as for Life magic, I should ask Javir if she knows anyone. Or...]

There was, of course, one person who knew about Life magic.

Though, perhaps that was the wrong kind of Life magic.

[Still, maybe she knows the fundamentals? It's worth a try.]

Thus, Melisa was sufficiently distracted from the flood of images in her mind. Raven's cute, post-orgasm face, Margaret's hands on her-

Nope! None of that mattered. Not at all.