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

{Zephyra}

Zephyra's brow furrowed as she flipped through yet another dusty tome. Her desk was a battlefield of open books, scattered notes, and half-empty cups of cold tea.

[This can't be right,] she thought, frustration building. [How is there so little information on the nim?]

She'd been at this for hours, diving deep into Syux's historical records. But every time she thought she'd found a promising lead, it fizzled out. It wasn't subtle either; entire chapters missing. Pages torn out.

It was like someone had gone through and systematically erased the nim from history.

"By the gods," Zephyra muttered, rubbing her temples. "This whole situation is getting weirder and weirder."

Frustratedly shaking her head, she conceded, sighing with defeat as she turned her attention to the other stack of books – those on Blood Magic.

Her mind drifted to Melisa, that enigmatic purple girl who'd captured her attention through her magic (and not just because she was cute as hell).

Melisa's proficiency with Blood Magic was... unprecedented. Based on what little she knew on it, what little anyone knew on it, Zephyra had always thought it required sacrifice, pain. A pound of flesh for every spell, figuratively speaking.

But Melisa? She cast that shit like she was ordering coffee.

[How the fuck does she do it?] Zephyra wondered, absently twirling a lock of black hair around her finger. [And why isn't she, I don't know, evil?]

Because that was the kicker. Blood Magic users were supposed to be twisted, corrupted by the power they wielded. But Melisa? She was...

Well, she was an absolute cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll with horns, a tail, and delicious curves.

Zephyra shook her head, trying to focus. There had to be a connection here, something she was missing...

"My, my. Burning the midnight oil, are we?"

Zephyra's head snapped up, her hand instinctively reaching for the wand she'd been given, resting at her hip.

Queen Melara stood in the doorway, a picture of regal grace in her flowing gown.

[Shit,] Zephyra thought, her mind racing. [How long has she been there?]

"Your Majesty," Zephyra said, rising to her feet and offering a small bow and a smile. "I didn't hear you come in."

Melara's lips curved in a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Clearly. You seemed quite engrossed in your... research."

There was something in her tone that set Zephyra's teeth on edge. She kept her face neutral as Melara glided into the room, her gaze sweeping over the scattered books and papers.

"Interesting reading material," Melara mused, picking up one of the tomes on nim history. "I wasn't aware the court sorceress had such an... academic interest in our purple-skinned friends."

Zephyra shrugged, aiming for nonchalance.

"Just trying to get a fuller picture of Syux's history. Know your kingdom, know yourself. All that."

"Indeed." Melara's eyes narrowed slightly. "And the Blood Magic texts? Part of this... historical survey?"

[Well,] Zephyra held back a smirk. [This bitch is fishing for something, clearly.]

"Professional curiosity," Zephyra said smoothly. "Always good to stay informed on all aspects of magic, even the less savory ones."

Melara hummed noncommittally, setting the book down. She turned to face Zephyra fully, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp.

"You've been spending quite a bit of time with that nim girl. Melisa, was it?"

And there it was. The real reason for this little visit.

"Of course. The king's made me her tutor. Naturally, I'd be spending time with her, Zephyra raised an eyebrow. "Is that a problem, Your Majesty? I was under the impression you approved of her training."

[As if.]

"Oh, I do," Melara said, waving a hand dismissively. "She's quite the... curiosity. Plus, she helped save my dear husband and that act needed a reward. I simply wonder if perhaps you're getting a bit... too invested in her wellbeing."

[Oh, please,] Zephyra thought. [Like I can't see right through you.]

This was part of why she was so eager to get back out on the road. The magical part of being court sorceress was fun. Studying, practicing, and investigating magical occurrences. This part? Not so much.

Out loud, she said:

"I assure you, Your Majesty, my interest in Melisa is purely professional. She's a talented mage and a good student. Nothing more."

"Of course, of course," Melara nodded, her tone dripping with false sincerity. "I just wouldn't want you to lose sight of your broader responsibilities. To the crown. To Syux."

The threat was clear, even if it wasn't spoken outright.

Zephyra stepped closer, her voice low but firm.

"I'm quite clear on my responsibilities, Your Majesty. To the crown. To Syux. And to the truth."

Their eyes locked, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. For a moment, Zephyra thought Melara might drop the facade, show her true colors.

But then the queen's mask slipped back into place, her smile saccharine sweet.

"Of course you are, dear. I never doubted it for a moment." She turned to leave, pausing at the doorway. "Do try to get some rest, won't you? We can't have our court sorceress burning out."

And with that, she was gone, leaving behind only the faintest scent of roses and bullshit.

Zephyra let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

[Well, that was fun,] she thought sarcastically. [Nothing like a good old-fashioned royal intimidation session to spice up the evening.]

She slumped back into her chair, her mind whirling. The queen's visit had only confirmed her suspicions. Something big was going down, and the nim were at the center of it.

[I need a drink,] Zephyra decided. [Or maybe just a good, hard...]

Her thoughts drifted to Kimiko. That glorious kitsune with her wicked smile and even more wicked... assets.

Zephyra grinned, heat pooling in her belly as she remembered their last encounter.

The way Kimiko had bent her over the bed, her massive cock stretching Zephyra in all the right ways...

[Focus, you thirsty bitch,] she scolded herself. [You'll go back to her house soon enough.]

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{Jaylin}

Jaylin's muscles screamed as she finally lowered her arms. The twin moons hung in the sky, silent witnesses to her grueling practice.

[Fuck,] she thought, stretching her aching shoulders. [I'm gonna feel this tomorrow.]

But it'd be worth it. She'd show Melisa who the real prodigy was during their presentation. Teamwork be damned.

"Wow! That was amazing!"

Jaylin turned to see Hazel, Melisa's little sister, staring at her with wide-eyed wonder. The kid had been watching her train for hours, an annoying bundle of purple enthusiasm.

"How does your magic work? Can you teach me? Please?"

Jaylin sighed.

"Kid, magic's like a fart. If you have to force it, it's probably shit. Just, I don't know, keep watching and if you end up casting these spells, then great."

She left Hazel to ponder that sage wisdom and headed inside, desperately craving water and a hot bath.

The moment Jaylin stepped through the door, she was assaulted by... noises. Distinctly sexual noises.

[Oh, for fuck's sake,] she groaned internally. [Again?]

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Margaret's breathy moans and her husband's guttural grunts filtered through the walls. Jaylin tried to block it out, focusing on getting to the kitchen without picturing Margaret's voluptuous body writhing in ecstasy.

She failed miserably.

[Stop it, you useless lesbian,] Jaylin scolded herself, filling a glass with water. [She's Melisa's mom, for crying out loud. AND a nim.]

The front door creaked open. Jaylin turned, expecting to see Javir.

Instead, there was Melisa.

Covered in blood.

Jaylin's glass nearly slipped from her fingers.

Melisa looked up, her red eyes gleaming in the dim light as she smiled.

"Oh, hey Jaylin," Melisa said lowly. Quietly. Like a predator. "How's it going?"

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"F-fine," Jaylin managed to squeak out. "Just, uh, getting some water."

Melisa nodded, stepping closer. Jaylin pressed herself against the counter, heart pounding.

"Cool, cool. Hey, I wanted to ask you something."

Shivers went down Jaylin's spine.

"Y-yeah?"

Melisa grinned, and Jaylin swore she saw fangs.

"So, I've been working on this new spell. It's pretty intense. Maybe... you could help me out? I'd like to test it. And, it's way more effective with a partner."

[Oh gods,] Jaylin thought. [She's going to murder me.]

"I... I don't know if I'm really cut out for that kind of thing," Jaylin stammered.

Melisa's face fell.

"Oh. I get it. It's pretty advanced stuff. No worries, though. I'm sure I can find someone else to lend a hand. Or a kidney.

Or whatever."

She laughed at her own joke. Jaylin felt faint.

Just like that, Melisa walked away.

As soon as Melisa was out of sight, Jaylin bolted. She didn't stop running until she was safely in her room, door locked and chair wedged under the handle for good measure.

Jaylin huddled under her blankets, wide awake and trembling. Sleep was not an option. Not when a bloodthirsty nim could burst in at any moment, demanding her spleen or something.

[I knew it,] she thought miserably. [I knew there was something off about her. Fuck my life.]

As the night wore on, Jaylin made a silent vow. She'd train harder. Get stronger. And when the time came, she'd be ready. That woman was dangerous!

But first, she really, really needed to pee.

[Fuck.]