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

With the gala looming just three days away, Melisa found herself consumed by a desperate need to learn more about Life Magic.

The revelations of her unique abilities, her strange affinity for the forbidden art of Blood Magic, had only fueled her curiosity, driving her to seek out every scrap of knowledge she could find.

And so, with a determined set to her jaw and a fire burning in her crimson eyes, Melisa made her way to one of the academy's local clinics, hoping to glean some insight from the healers who practiced there.

As she stepped through the doors, the sterile scent of herbs and antiseptic washing over her, Melisa couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease.

The healers, clad in their crisp white robes and armed with their years of training, eyed her with a mix of wariness and curiosity the instant she walked in.

[Come on, Melisa. You've faced worse than a few skeptical healers.]

With a deep breath and a polite smile, Melisa approached the nearest healer, a middle-aged woman with sharp blue eyes and a no-nonsense air about her.

"Excuse me," Melisa began, her voice soft but firm. "I was hoping you might be able to help me. I'm studying Life Magic, you see, and I was wondering if you could perhaps show me a bit of what you do here? Just a small demonstration, nothing too intrusive..."

The healer's eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across her features before she schooled them into a more neutral expression.

"Life Magic? Why would you be interested in that?"

Melisa felt a flicker of irritation at the implied 'why would a nim care about magic?', but she pushed it down, maintaining her polite demeanor.

"I'm a student at the academy," she explained, gesturing to her uniform, as if it wasn't obvious. "I've been studying various schools of magic, and Life Magic fascinates me. I was hoping to learn more about its practical applications."

The healer hesitated, her gaze flicking over Melisa's earnest expression, the determined set of her shoulders.

For a long moment, it seemed as though she might refuse, her lips pursing in a thin line of disapproval.

But then, to Melisa's surprise and relief, she sighed, shaking her head with a rueful smile.

"Alright," she said, her tone still slightly guarded but not unkind. "I suppose there's no harm in showing you a few basic techniques. But mind you keep your hands to yourself and follow my instructions to the letter, understood?"

Melisa nodded eagerly, her heart soaring with excitement.

"Of course," she promised, falling into step beside the healer as she led the way towards a nearby patient's bed. "Thank you so much, truly. This means a great deal to me."

The healer shot her a sidelong glance, a hint of amusement creeping into her expression.

"Thank me after you've seen what we're dealing with," she muttered, gesturing towards the figure lying prone on the bed.

It was a young man, his face pale and drawn with pain. His leg was swathed in bandages, the fabric stained with the rusty hue of dried blood.

"Training accident," the healer explained, her voice brisk and businesslike. "Shattered tibia, severe lacerations. We've set the bone and stopped the bleeding, but the risk of infection is high. That's where the Life Magic comes in."

Melisa watched, fascinated, as the healer began to weave a complex series of spellsigns over the wounded leg.

Her hands glowed with a soft, pulsing light, the energy seeming to flow from her fingertips and into the patient's flesh.

"Vitalus, sana, regen," the healer chanted, her voice low and melodic.

As she spoke, Melisa felt a tingling sensation wash over her, a prickling awareness of the magic at work.

Maybe it was a residual effect of yesterday's... activities with Raven, but she could sense the flow of energy in the air, the way it knitted torn muscle and shattered bone back together, the way it burned away the creeping tendrils of infection and decay.

Melisa found herself leaning closer, her eyes wide and her breath coming faster as she drank in every detail of the spell.

The incantation, the precise movements of the healer's hands, the way the patient's face smoothed out in relief as the magic did its work...

She committed it all to memory, her mind whirling with the possibilities, with the knowledge that she, too, could wield this power, could use it to heal and to harm in equal measure.

And then, as the healer finished her spell and stepped back, Melisa realized something else.

The woman was looking at her differently now, her blue eyes slightly glazed and her cheeks flushed with more than just exertion. There was also some sweat on her brow that she quickly wiped away, and Melisa wasn't too sure that had appeared just because she was tired.

Melisa could smell it on her, the faint scent of arousal, the way her pulse jumped in her throat as Melisa met her gaze.

[My pheromones,] Melisa realized, holding back a wicked smile. [They're affecting her...]

It was a heady feeling. Melisa hadn't gotten it much.

Usually, she was just self-conscious about the effect she was having on people. But, right now, she got a sudden rush of power and control that made Melisa's blood sing in her veins.

Maybe that was why she stepped closer to the healer, why her voice dropped to a low, intimate, Isabella-esque purr.

What she did next simply felt... natural.

"That was incredible," she murmured, letting her gaze drift over the woman's form, lingering on the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts beneath her robes. "You're really skilled. I can only imagine what else those hands of yours are capable of..."

The healer swallowed hard, her eyes widening as Melisa's words sank in.

For a moment, it seemed as though she might protest, might pull away and reassert her professional distance.

But then Melisa smiled, slow and sweet and full of promise, and the healer's resistance crumbled like a sandcastle slammed down by water.

"I... I should go," she stammered, her voice weak. "I have other patients to attend to, and you... you should be going as well."

Melisa pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a calculated display of disappointment.

"So soon?" she sighed, trailing a finger along the healer's arm, feeling the woman shiver beneath her touch. "But I feel like I've barely scratched the surface of what you could teach me. Perhaps we could... continue this lesson somewhere more private, sometime?"

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But, she didn't want to stop.

The healer's breath hitched, her pupils dilating with a mix of fear and longing.

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For a long, tense moment, she wavered, torn between her duty and her desire.

But in the end, she simply nodded, a jerky, hesitant motion that made Melisa's heart soar with triumph.

"I... perhaps," the healer whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of Melisa's own pulse in her ears. "Are you staying in the dorms?"

"I am."

"Then... Sometime. If you... if you truly wish to learn more."

Melisa grinned, sharp and victorious, as she stepped back, giving the healer some much-needed space to collect herself.

"I do," she purred, her voice rich with promise. "Oh, I very much do. Until next time, then..."

And with a final, lingering glance, Melisa turned and sauntered out of the clinic, her hips swaying and her tail lashing behind her.

As she stepped out into the sunlight, the healer's flustered stammering still ringing in her ears, Melisa couldn't help but feel a rush of... of...

Intoxicating power.

[This is what it feels like,] she marveled. [To be desired... To have someone in the palm of your hand. I can see why Isabella likes it so much.]

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{Isabella}

Isabella's hips moved rhythmically as she bounced on top of Kimiko, her tail swishing behind her in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, Mom," Isabella moaned, her ears twitching as she rode Kimiko's dick. It was (literally) twice Isabella's own size, and Isabella could feel every inch like they were splitting her in half. "You feel so good inside me~"

Kimiko's hands rested on Isabella's hips, guiding her movements.

Her voice remained remarkably composed as she said:

"Now, darling," Kimiko purred, her emerald eyes locked on her daughter's flushed face, "we need to discuss your objectives for the gala."

Isabella nodded.

"O-Okay- fuck, fuck..." She slowed down a bit.

Kimiko's hands slid up Isabella's sides, cupping her breasts as she spoke casually.

"While you're at the gala, in between your duties as a sundancer and shadowing Melisa, you should be on the lookout for potential buyers for your, ehm... What did Melisa call it again?"

"A w-wand," Isabella's voice trembled.

"Right! Your wand."

"You think I could find a buyer there?"

"Absolutely," Kimiko nodded as Isabella started bouncing a little faster. "The gala will be filled with wealthy, influential individuals who would be very interested in such a revolutionary magical item."

Isabella's mind raced with possibilities, even as her body trembled with pleasure.

"But... but how do I approach them about it? Won't it seem suspicious if a sundancer starts talking about magical inventions?"

Kimiko smirked, her tail curling around Isabella's thigh.

"That's where your charm comes in, my little genius. Use your... natural talents to get close to potential buyers. Once you have their attention, you can steer the conversation towards magical innovations. You'll find people become several times more agreeable with your tongue on their pussy, or their cocks in your mouth."

Isabella grinned, her excitement building both from the discussion and the delicious friction between their bodies.

"I see. So I should seduce them first, then hit them with the sales pitch?"

"Precisely," Kimiko purred, her thrusts becoming more forceful. "But remember, darling, don't get pushy with them. And, of course, protecting your friend is the priority."

Isabella nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt her climax approaching.

"Got it. Seduce, sell, stay subtle. Fuck, Mom, I'm close..."

Kimiko's hands gripped Isabella's hips tightly, pulling her down onto her cock with increased urgency.

"That's my girl. Now, cum for me, Isabella. Show me how excited you are about your mission."

With a cry of ecstasy, Isabella came undone, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. Kimiko followed soon after, filling her with her seed as they rode out their orgasms together.

As they lay tangled in the aftermath, both panting and satisfied, Isabella's mind was already whirring with plans for the gala.

"So, pitch the wand, keep Melisa safe, have some fun," she said, nuzzling into Kimiko's neck. "Got it."

Kimiko stroked Isabella's hair, a proud smile on her face.

"Good. Now... Ready for round 2?"

Isabella grinned, biting Kimiko's neck as she gave a muffled:

"Of course."