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

{Melisa}

Melisa paced her room, her tail swishing nervously behind her.

With the gala just two days away now, her schedule was packed with preparations and last-minute research. But there was one crucial task she needed to complete first.

[I need to be at full strength,] she thought, remembering the draining effects of Blood Magic. [And for that, I need...]

As if summoned by her thoughts, there was a knock at the door.

Isabella's cheerful voice called out:

"Mel? You in there?"

Melisa's heart raced as she opened the door, her eyes immediately drawn to Isabella's mischievous grin.

"Hey, Izzy. Thanks for coming."

Isabella sauntered in, her fluffy tail brushing teasingly against Melisa's leg.

"Anytime, babe. So, what's this urgent need you mentioned?"

Melisa took a deep breath, steeling herself.

"I need to... recharge. And I was hoping you could help."

Isabella's eyes lit up.

She closed the gap and put her arms around Melisa's neck, leaning in to whisper:

"Oh? Straight to the point, huh? And how exactly did you want me to help, hmm?"

Melisa's eyes narrowed.

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Without warning, Melisa surged forward, capturing Isabella's lips.

The kitsune let out a surprised but pleased squeak, quickly melting into the embrace.

As they broke apart, both slightly breathless, Melisa's crimson eyes blazed with determination.

She was, admittedly, very fired up after recent events. The more she got used to these new, empowered pheromones of hers, the more she liked them.

"I want to try something different today," she said, her voice low and husky. "If that's okay with you?"

Isabella nodded eagerly, her tail swishing with anticipation.

"Absolutely~ What did you have in mind?"

In response, Melisa gently pushed Isabella towards the bed.

"Sit," she commanded softly, and Isabella complied, her eyes wide with curiosity and arousal.

Melisa knelt between Isabella's legs, her hands sliding up the kitsune's thighs. She could feel the heat radiating from Isabella's core.

[This feels... Weird,] Melisa thought, her confidence growing as she saw the effect she was having on Isabella. [But, not in a bad way.]

With deft fingers, Melisa freed Isabella's already hardening cock from her skirt.

She heard Isabella's sharp intake of breath, felt the kitsune's tail land and remain on her back.

Before Isabella could say anything, Melisa leaned forward, taking the tip of Isabella's cock into her mouth. The kitsune gasped, her hands flying to tangle in Melisa's hair.

Melisa began to move, her tongue swirling around Isabella's shaft as she took more of her length. She could feel the Essence flowing into her with each bob of her head, each swipe of her tongue.

"Fuck, Mel," Isabella moaned quietly, her hips bucking slightly. "That feels amazing. Have you been practicing or something? Wow..."

Encouraged by Isabella's praise, Melisa grew bolder.

She took Isabella deeper. One of the advantages of Isabella's modest size (compared to an absolute monster like Armia) was that it didn't take much trouble for Melisa to take everything she had down her throat.

Her hands roamed Isabella's thighs, her tail, anywhere she could reach.

Isabella was lost in sensation, her usual chatter reduced to breathless moans and gasps.

"Oh, shit. I'm already close," she warned, her grip on Melisa's hair tightening.

Melisa pushed herself further. In her mind, she was hearing that cheesy 80's boxing movie hype music, which would usually play as the protagonist was about to face the evil heavyweight champion...

... Except she was just trying to make a fox girl cum in her mouth.

Still, she could feel her own arousal building, her body thrumming with the influx of Essence and the thrill of pleasuring her girlfriend [still feels odd, saying that. Damn.]

With a cry that was half pleasure, half surprise, Isabella came.

Melisa felt the hot spurts hitting the back of her throat, and she swallowed eagerly, not wanting to waste a drop of the Essence-rich fluid.

As Isabella's orgasm subsided, Melisa finally pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.

She felt... different. Energized, yes, but also more... assertive?

Powerful?

It was the same feeling as when she'd flirted with that healer yesterday.

And, it was addicting.

Isabella slumped back on the bed, legs still spread, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

"Holy shit, Mel," she panted, her emerald eyes wide with awe. "That was... where did that come from?"

Melisa grinned, climbing onto the bed to straddle Isabella's hips.

"I don't know," she admitted, grinding herself against Isabella's still-sensitive cock. "But I'm not done yet. Think you can go another round?"

Isabella's eyes darkened with renewed lust, her hands coming up to grip Melisa's waist.

"Mel, dear, you don't need to ask that."

---

As the door closed behind Isabella, Melisa took a moment to catch her breath, her body still thrumming with energy from their intense encounter.

She glanced around the room, noting the various... evidence of their activities.

[Right, better clean up first,] she thought, her tail swishing with determination as she set about tidying the room.

Once everything was back in order, Melisa settled at her desk, pulling out parchment, quills, and her notes on Life and Blood Magic.

Her crimson eyes gleamed with excitement.

[Time to put that software dev brain to use,] she mused, a small smile on her lips.

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Melisa began by breaking down the spells she'd learned into their component parts. The incantations, the spellsigns, the flow of energy. She drew diagrams, mapping out the patterns and connections between different spellsigns and incantations.

As she worked, her tail swished back and forth, occasionally knocking over a stack of papers in her enthusiasm. But Melisa hardly noticed, too absorbed in her analysis.

[It's just coding,] she reminded herself, her quill flying across the parchment. [Each spell is like a function, with inputs and outputs. If I can understand the underlying logic...]

Hours passed, the sun slowly sinking toward the horizon as Melisa delved deeper into her research.

She barely noticed the growling of her stomach or the stiffness in her muscles, too engrossed in the puzzle before her.

Finally, as the last rays of sunlight faded from her window, Melisa sat back, her mind buzzing with theories and possibilities.

[I think I'm onto something here,] she thought, her eyes scanning the complex diagrams and notes spread across her desk. [But how can I test these theories?]

The answer came to her in a flash of inspiration, causing her to bolt upright in her chair.

[Of course! If I want to understand how to heal, I need to understand how people can be hurt.]

---

{Javir}

Javir sat at her desk, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the polished wood.

Her eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until her colleague was due to arrive with the documents she'd requested.

[Come on, Elodie,] she thought, suppressing a sigh. [You're usually so punctual.]

As if summoned by her thoughts, a sharp knock sounded at the door.

"Enter," Javir called, straightening in her chair.

Elodie, a thin, tall woman with big, brown eyes, stepped into the office. In her hands, she clutched a thick envelope sealed with the royal crest.

"Here are the documents you requested, Professor Folden," Elodie said, placing the envelope on Javir's desk. "Though I must admit, I'm curious why you didn't simply go to the palace archives yourself. It would have been faster, and you certainly have the clearance, from-"

Javir's lips thinned, a flicker of distaste crossing her features.

"I'd rather have my nipples cut off than be back in that place without absolutely needing to," she said, cutting her off.

"Whoa."

Javir shrugged.

"The less I have to deal with court politics and bureaucracy, the better."

Elodie raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? I distinctly recall you cherishing those sorts of opportunities."

[Yeah,] Javir looked away. [Back when I still thought I alone could change things.]

Out of her thoughts, Javir snorted.

"Hardly. I'll leave the schmoozing and politicking to those who enjoy it. I have more important things to focus on."

Her hand rested protectively on the envelope, her mind already racing with the possibilities its contents held.

Inside were detailed accounts of Life and Blood Magic practices, information that was typically kept under tight lock and key.

[Information that could change everything for Melisa,] Javir thought, careful to keep her expression neutral.

Elodie, ever observant, noticed Javir's protective gesture.

"Must be some important research you're working on," she commented lightly. "Anything you can share?"

Javir shook her head, offering a tight smile.

"I'm afraid not, Elodie. This is a... personal project. Nothing to do with the academy."

It wasn't entirely a lie. While the information would certainly benefit one of her students, Javir's interest in Melisa's unique abilities went far beyond her role as a professor.

[If only they knew,] Javir mused, thinking of her colleagues and their narrow-minded views.

Aloud, she said:

"Thank you for bringing this to me, Elodie. I appreciate your discretion in this matter."

Elodie nodded, recognizing the dismissal for what it was. As she turned to leave, she paused at the door.

"Javir," she said, her voice softening slightly. "Whatever you're working on... be careful. The kind of magic detailed in those documents... it's not to be trifled with."

Javir met her colleague's concerned gaze steadily.

"I'm always careful, Elodie. You know that."

Once the door closed behind Elodie, Javir let out a long breath. She stared at the envelope, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on her shoulders.

[Am I doing the right thing?] she wondered, not for the first time. [Encouraging Melisa to delve deeper into these dangerous magics?]

But then she remembered the look in Melisa's eyes when she'd successfully cast that Blood Magic spell.

The raw potential, the hunger for knowledge, the determination to push the boundaries of what was thought possible.

Javir broke the seal on the envelope. She wanted to make the information here more palatable, though she didn't doubt Melisa would comprehend this stuff if given the time.

As she began sifting through the documents, Javir's mind wandered to the upcoming event.

The gala would be a pivotal moment, not just for Melisa, but for all of them.

[We're playing a dangerous game, admittedly,] Javir acknowledged silently. [But the potential rewards... Blood Magic is considered by many to be the strongest individual school of magic, with equal parts defensive capabilities and offensive capabilities. If Melisa can use Blood Magic at will, free of the requirements of sacrifices...]

Javir sighed.

[That girl is too much.]