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

{Raven}@@novelbin@@

Raven shuffled through the stack of papers on her makeshift desk, her brow furrowed in concentration.

The names and requests of Isabella's potential clients stared back at her, so many horny and sexually frustrated people who'd seen Isabella's dance and couldn't hold their boners back.

[Lady Elara Moonglow... Lord Renik Whitecloak... Duchess Amara Seans... So many. They really want to make use out of every single hour we have, huh?]

Raven got a headache just thinking about all the paperwork she'd inadvertently agreed to take on.

When she'd taken the role of Isabella's 'manager' for the night, she hadn't quite anticipated the sheer volume of lecherous nobility the kitsune would attract.

Just as she was about to reach for another page, Raven felt a pair of slender arms snake around her waist from behind.

[Hm?]

A soft pair of breasts pressed against her back, and a silky, fluffy, pink tail brushed against her leg.

"Raeee~" Isabella's voice purred in her ear, hot breath tickling her skin. "How's my manager doing? Not working too hard, I hope."

Raven paused.

"Have you been drinking?" She nonchalantly countered.

"Just a bit of wine. Anyway, what's up?"

"Just going through your list of admirers."

Isabella giggled, the sound sending vibrations through Raven's body.

"Ohhh, see anyone you know? Anyone you'd like to join me with for a little private dance?"

She shook her head.

"No," she said, perhaps a bit too quickly.

She cleared her throat.

"Actually, your first client is ready. A Lady Rosalin... Blackwood, I believe."

"Ooh, Blackwood, hmm?" Isabella murmured. "That's a fun-sounding name. Fun name, fun person?"

"Fun as she might be, I imagine you'll still be doing most of the work."

"That's what I look forward to."

Raven felt Isabella's hands start to wander, one sliding dangerously close to the hem of her dress, the other tracing the curve of her hip.

"Speaking of," Isabella whispered, her lips brushing the shell of Raven's ear. "I bet I could show you a good time too. Come on, jot your name down too, right there. I won't tell..."

Raven rolled her eyes.

"Isabella, I hope you're not forgetting why we're actually here. You might just end up disappointing Melisa when the time comes to act. If you're too caught up over there."

At the mention of Melisa's name, Isabella paused.

[Oh? It's like she only takes things seriously when they involve her.]

Suddenly, Isabella said:

"Ah, yes. my dear Mel. You two have gotten quite close, haven't you? Maybe you would actually pay for a dance if it was her, huh?"

Raven froze.

The instant she saw the grin on the dam fox's face she knew she'd messed up and given her exactly the reaction she'd been looking for.

[Shit.]

"Heh," Isabella's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, laced with genuine surprise. "You're more fun than I thought~"

Raven swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure.

Those words almost felt like she'd just been cursed. Like Isabella had just branded her spirit onto Raven for all eternity, strictly for the purpose of annoying her.

"Screw you."

Isabella chuckled, finally releasing Raven from her embrace.

"Alright, time to get to work," Isabella playfully sighed. She blew Raven a kiss. "See you later~"

With a wink and a flick of her tail, Isabella spun on her heel and sauntered away, leaving a stunned and flustered Raven in her wake.

Raven watched her go, her mind reeling.

[What just happened?]

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{Isabella}

Isabella strutted down the hall, her hips swaying with each step. The click of her heels against the marble floor echoed in the empty corridor, almost matching the beating of her heart.

Here it was, Isabella's actual reason for coming. Not that she didn't care about protecting Melisa. Keeping her girlfriend safe was one of her two biggest priorities. But, this was the other.

[Ah, here we are. You know, if I go over my best talents, it would probably be eating pussy and smooth talking. And now, I can put them both to work~]

Just as she reached for the door handle, a familiar voice called out from behind her.

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"Isabella, hold on."

Isabella turned to see Kimiko striding towards her.

"Mom? What-"

Kimiko reached into the folds of her gown and pulled out a slender, intricately carved wooden object.

"Almost forgot your wand?" She asked with a smirk.

Isabella felt a grin spreading across her face, her fingers curling around the smooth wood.

"Seems I did. Got a bit too excited there. Thanks, Mom." Isabella reached up on the tips of her toes and planted a firm kiss on Kimiko's lips. "Now, I'm ready."

Kimiko's expression softened.

"Be careful, okay? Don't push too hard. You say the wrong thing and your real intentions may shine through, and knowing you're basically playing the part of a salesman would kill most erections."

"Mom," Isabella cut her off, rolling her eyes. "I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing."

Kimiko sighed, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Isabella's ear and leaning down to plant a kiss of her own.

"I know you do, sweetheart."

Isabella leaned into the touch for just a moment.

"Trust me, I've got this. Lady Rosalin won't know what hit her."

With a final, reassuring grin, Isabella turned and pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit room beyond.

Lady Rosalin Blackwood stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She turned as Isabella entered, her eyes widening slightly.

"Ah, you must be... Isabella, was it?" she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

Isabella's eyes raked over the noblewoman's form, taking in the delicate blush on her cheeks, the way her hands fidgeted with the fabric of her gown.

[Nervous, huh? That's kind of sweet.]

"The one and only," Isabella purred, sauntering closer. "And you, my dear, must be Lady Rosalin. I've been looking forward to meeting you all night."

Rosalin's blush deepened, and she glanced away.

"I... I must confess, I've never done anything like this before," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure what I was thinking, I..."

[Aw, she's embarrassed. That's adorable.]

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Isabella soothed, closing the distance between them. She reached out, gently tilting Rosalin's chin up to meet her gaze. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all here to have a good time, right?"

Rosalin swallowed hard, her eyes darting to Isabella's lips.

"I... I suppose so, yes."

Isabella smiled, letting a hint of heat enter her gaze.

"Good. Because trust me, Lady Rosalin, I'm going to make sure you have the time of your life."

With a flick of her wrist, Isabella drew her wand, the wood warm against her palm.

She traced a quick, fluid pattern in the air, murmuring an incantation under her breath.

"Aetheros, serenitum, calmaris."

A soft, shimmering mist began to fill the room, carrying with it a subtle, soothing fragrance.

(This spell was one Melisa had made during her many, many experiments with Wind magic. Utterly useless, of course. Not every spell Melisa came up with was world-shattering in their efficiency. Literally, all it did was make some pretty-looking smoke, but that was exactly what Isabella needed right now.)

Rosalin's eyes widened as the mist curled around her, caressing her skin like gentle fingers.

"What... what is that?" she breathed, her voice already sounding more relaxed.

Isabella grinned, twirling her wand between her fingers.

"This? Just a little something to help you unwind, my lady. After all, we can't have you feeling tense during our... private dance, now can we?"

Rosalin's gaze locked onto the wand, curiosity and a hint of awe replacing the nervousness in her eyes.

"What is that thing? I've never seen someone draw a spell through an object like that..."

Isabella's grin widened, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing Rosalin's ear.

"Well, my dear Lady Rosalin," she whispered, "allow me to tell you all about it..."