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

There were a few takeaways from the experiment.

For one, the spell's duration appeared to be around 5 minutes, as Raven said that after 5 minutes passed, she had simply been naturally horny as opposed to magically horny.

Another thing Melisa gleaned with regard to her spell was that, as she'd somewhat expected, it wasn't genuine mind control. It was more like an enhanced version of her natural pheromones. Effectively, it just made her horny. Very horny, incredibly horny even, but still, that was all it did. An enhanced version of her pheromones, packed into a magical spell.

[Still,] Melisa thought as she walked around her dorm room, with Raven out jogging. [That might be all I need. I mean, if I can make people horny enough to where it's genuinely difficult to even think...]

She grinned.

[This spell could end up being more effective than I thought.]

Now, it was time to put it to the test.

[Let's go pay that Shadow Mage a visit, shall we?] Melisa thought as she took some parchment and left Raven a note, saying she was leaving. [This oughta be informative, at the very least.]

Taking her map with her, Melisa left the dorm.

Out in the streets, she carefully followed Javir's directions until she arrived at a quaint-looking house. It was plain. Very plain. If Melisa didn't know this was where the Shadow Mage was at, the only reason she'd even so much as look at it was due to the boarded-up windows.

Melisa knocked on the door. No one answered. Checking the knob, she found it was unlocked and walked inside.

Her footsteps echoed as she searched the place. She found him when she went upstairs, looking into a room where cobwebs and the smell of dust assaulted Melisa's senses.

In the middle was a man tied down to a chair. He was bald, with a scarred face and wearing only that black robe and some boots. Blood trickled from various parts of his body, pooling beneath him. Clearly, Javir had been... thorough in her attempts at extracting information.

Like Javir had mentioned, they'd ended up having to put a gag in his mouth to keep him from biting his own tongue off.

Despite that, he looked calm, his blindfolded gaze fixed on the floor until Melisa took a step forward.

"Hm?" He hummed, acknowledging that someone had just come in.

[There you are,] Melisa thought, crossing her arms. [I'm sure I'm probably not gonna get a whole lot out of him as is. So... Let's just get on with it, I guess.]

Melisa cleared her throat.

"Hi," she spoke lowly, trying to make her voice deeper. Seductive. "I'm here to ask you about some stuff. Is that alright?"

The guy tried to scoff.

Melisa glared at him as she circled his position.

Then, she raised a hand and focused on siphoning all her pheromones into the tip of her right index finger.

"Pheromono desiderium proicere!", she muttered as quietly as she could, so as to not clue the Shadow Mage in on the fact that magic was being used on him, as she drew the spellsign in the air.

Soon, a tiny, pink sphere launched out of her fingertip and flew into the man's body.

"Hm...?" He hummed again.

His body's reaction was immediate.

His cock slowly hardened against his trousers, pitching a tent beneath his robe. He was noticeably breathing a bit faster, and Melisa could almost feel warmth radiating off him.

[Now... How would they do this in the movies?]

Trying to figure out the angle to work, she put her hands on his shoulders, leaning in to whisper:

"I'm going to be honest with you. I'm not here to hurt you. Not at all. In fact, as long as you're... cooperative, I'm going to ease all that pain going through you right now. Does that sound good?"

"Mmm... MM!" He tried to break out of his restraints, shifting side to side.

[Yeah, keep trying,] Melisa thought, glaring down at him. [The only time when you're leaving that chair is when it's time to burn your body.]

Outwardly, though, Melisa leaned in and, forcing herself not to gag in disgust, stuck her tongue out and licked up the edge of his right ear.

"Mm!?"

"Now," Melisa straddled him. He squirmed beneath her. "Tell me something I don't know."

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Melisa stumbled out of the dilapidated house, parts of her purple skin coated in a fine layer of ash.

She coughed, waving her hand in front of her face to disperse the smoke that clung to her. The remnants of the Shadow Mage drifted off her body, carried away by the gentle breeze.

[Well, that was a fucking waste of time,] she thought, her red eyes narrowing in frustration.

She'd gotten information out of him, sure. The bastard had spilled his guts, thinking he was revealing some earth-shattering secret. But it was nothing Melisa didn't already know, given what happened at the gala.

"Shit," she muttered, leaning against the weather-worn exterior of the house. Her tail moved side to side agitatedly behind her, the heart-shaped tip leaving small furrows in the dirt.

The queen was in on it. That had been the bulk of what the guy ended up talking about.

[No shit.]

The only part about what the man said which she hadn't known, was just how deep the queen's involvement went.

[She's not just working with them,] Melisa thought, her fists clenching at her sides. [She is one of them. A fucking Shadow Mage.]

The revelation shouldn't have shocked her as much as it did. After all, who better to orchestrate a plot against the nim than someone in the highest position of power? But knowing it for certain, hearing it from the horse's mouth - or rather, the charred remains of said horse - made it all too real.

She groaned.

[The part that's really annoying is that the guy had no evidence to offer for it. Sure, I could have had him write down a confession, but all the queen would have had to do to disprove it is go "he's lying" and, boom, I'm probably getting charged with treason! Shit.]

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Melisa pushed off from the wall, her legs slightly unsteady. The interrogation had taken more out of her than she'd expected. Using her pheromones so intensely, it was just as tiring as using Blood Magic.

[Makes sense, I guess. The more I think about it, the more... cyclic my abilities feel,] she thought. [Blood Magic, which I seem to have an affinity for, takes a lot out of me but enhances my pheromones. Then, I fuck, and I'm alright again. The same probably goes for this new spell I came up with.

Minus the pheromone enhancement.]

She nodded to herself.

[I need a shower,] she thought, grimacing as she caught a whiff of herself.

As she began the long walk back to Javir's manor, not the academy, her mind raced. The queen wouldn't stop. She'd keep pushing, keep trying to eradicate the nim, until someone put an end to her schemes. And that someone, Melisa realized, would have to be her.

[But how the fuck am I supposed to take down the queen?] she wondered, running a hand through her ash-streaked black hair. [It's not like I can just walk up to the palace and challenge her to a duel.]

Her shoulders slumped.

[... Actually, if... If I could just...]

Melisa's red eyes widened, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

The spell. Her new charm spell. If she could use it on the queen...

[Holy shit,] she thought, her tail swishing frantically behind her. [Maybe... Maybe I could make her switch sides? Turn her into an ally?]

The possibilities raced through her mind.

With the queen under her spell (literally) the Shadow Mages could lose their biggest political weapon. She could, with the queen's help, dismantle their organization from the inside out.

[But it won't be easy,] Melisa reminded herself, her excitement tempered by reality. [First of all, the spell isn't actual mind control. Getting the queen horny for me would have its benefits, for sure, but I can't just tell her "you now want to help me", wave my hand, and boom, now she's on my side. Plus, I can't just waltz into the palace and cast a spell on the fucking queen.]

She'd need to be sneaky about it. Find a way to get close to the queen without arousing suspicion. Otherwise, she'd just cast the feelings aside as momentary weakness.

[Maybe at another public event?] Melisa mused, her mind working furiously. [Or... fuck, what if I could get a private audience somehow?]

The thought of being alone with the queen, knowing what she was, sent a shiver down Melisa's spine.

[But, I'll do whatever it takes,] she decided, her jaw set with determination. [And hey, at least this time it's a woman. Small mercies, I guess.]

As Javir's manor came into view, Melisa's mind was made up.

[Watch out, Your Majesty,] Melisa thought, a grim smile spreading across her face. [I'm going to make you my bitch!]