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

{Melisa}

"So," she began, addressing the assembled crowd before her, "I've got good news and bad news."

Looking back at her from within the Summer household were, naturally, Isabella and Kimiko, but also Margaret, Melistair, a Hazel who looked very eepy and bored, and Raven, who came with Melisa to the house today.

"Did you find the people who tried to burn down Javir's house?" Margaret asked from her spot on the floor, where she was braiding Hazel's hair.

"Yep, that's the good news." Melisa nodded. "The bad news is they're planning to burn down this house next."

Isabella's tail went completely rigid.

"Excuse me, what!?"

"Yeah, turns out they really don't like me." Melisa shrugged. "Who knew? Anyway, yeah, they're going to be coming over here. I'm playing along with them, to find out more, but yeah, you guys should probably-"

"We can help," Melistair said immediately, standing up. "I may not be a mage, but I can still fight."

Melisa smiled sadly at him. She understood where he was coming from, but...

[Dad, I love you, but fighting here isn't the same as throwing hands with a loan shark.]

"Absolutely not," Melisa said firmly, shaking her head for some extra emphasis. "You, Mom, and Hazel are going back to Javir's house where it's safe."

"But-"

"No buts," she cut him off. "Unless they're attached to someone who can actually do magic."

Melistair went silent and thought about it. Seemed he understood this was for the best too, but was having trouble accepting it. Eventually, though, he nodded.

"Alright."

Melisa turned to Raven, who'd been lurking in the corner like the world's most attractive lamp.

"I could use your help with this, though."

"Mm," Raven nodded.

"Count us in too," Kimiko said, gesturing between herself and Isabella.

"It's too dangerous-" Melisa started, but Isabella cut her off.

"Babe, I love you, but if you think I'm letting you face these assholes alone, you're sorely mistaken. Besides, it's our house. We have to protect it."

A moment of silence followed, broken only by Hazel asking if she could have ribbons in her hair.

[Fuck,] Melisa thought. [They're not going to let this go, are they?]

"Fine," she sighed. "You two can help."

"Yay!" Isabella clapped her hands twice.

"So," Melisa turned toward Melistair and Margaret, "guess you'll be moving again, huh?"

"As long as Javir would have us come back, that is," Margaret replied.

"Please," Melisa rolled her eyes. "She's probably been singing sad songs in her garden without you there."

Margaret blushed.

"T-That so? Hehe."

[Well,] Melisa thought, [there it is. Now, I can focus on the murdering to come... And there sure is going to be a lot of that, isn't there?]

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{Armia}

Armia's back hit the tent wall as Fara bounced on her cock, the smaller woman's tits jiggling with each thrust.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the confined space, along with their heavy breathing and occasional moans.

"Fuck, right there," Fara gasped, grinding down. Her pussy squeezed around Armia's dick like it was trying to milk her dry. Again. "Gods, I'm gonna miss this cock when you leave."

[A week,] Armia thought hazily, her hands gripping Fara's hips hard enough to bruise, knowing Fara liked it that way. [Has it really been a week already?]

It had. Seven days of endless drills, strategy meetings, the occasional skirmish, and increasingly creative ways to sneak off for quick fucks. Sometimes not even that quick. Like that time they'd spent three hours "checking the perimeter" which really meant Armia bent Fara over every convenient surface they could find in the surrounding forest.

Yeah, the past week had been a blur of violence and sex, sometimes bleeding into each other. During the day, they'd fight those massive darians, those brutes who made even Armia look small. At night, well... at night, Fara would find her. Sometimes they'd fuck in Armia's tent, sometimes behind supply crates.

[And now there's only one week left...] Armia hugged Fara tightly as she thought about it. [These two weeks went from feeling endless to being half-done in a flash.]

"Hey." Fara's voice snapped her back to the present. The tomboyish soldier was grinning down at her, sweat making her dark skin glisten in the dim light. "Less thinking, more fucking. We've got five minutes before morning formation."

"R-Right, right."

Armia growled, grabbing Fara's ass with both hands and starting to thrust up harder. The slapping sounds got louder, more urgent.

"Fuck, yes!" Fara threw her head back, her small tits bouncing wildly as she rode Armia's cock. "Fill me up, you big fucking brute!"

[... Brute?] To be honest, that was a mild turn-off, but Armia didn't stop.

"Almost... almost..." Fara whined.

[We're probably already late, aren't we?] She thought distantly, but that concern melted away as Fara's pussy clenched around her, milking her for everything she was worth. [Well, whatever. They can make me fight for them, but they can't make me care about stuff like being early for every single thing. Fuck them.]

"FUCK!" Fara screamed into Armia's shoulder as she came, her whole body shaking.

The sensation pushed Armia over the edge too, and she buried herself to the hilt, flooding Fara's hungry cunt with what felt like a week's worth of cum.

[Actually, probably just this morning's worth,] she corrected herself. [Given how many times we've done this recently.]

They stayed like that for a moment, both panting, until the sound of horns outside made them both jump.

"Shit," Armia muttered, carefully pulling out. Her cum immediately started leaking down Fara's thighs. "That's the five-minute warning."

"Worth it," Fara said, looking thoroughly debauched as she grabbed for her clothes. "Though maybe next time we skip the morning quickie?"

"You literally started it!"

Fara had. She'd quite literally just bounced into Armia's personal space and quite simply asked, "hey, wanna fuck?" like she did every other hour. And, as usual, Armia just replied with a quiet "yeah".

"And you finished it," Fara winked, somehow already half-dressed while Armia was still trying to figure out which way her pants went. "Very thoroughly, I might add."

[Is she that used to quickies like this? How the fuck did she put on her clothes so fast?]

They barely made it to formation in time, Armia's armor hastily buckled and Fara's short, black hair was still a mess. The knowing looks from their squadmates didn't help Armia's blush at all.

[At least Isabella isn't here to see this,] she thought. [She'd never let me live it down.]

Fara, meanwhile, just stood there looking smug, apparently immune to embarrassment. Yeah, this had to be a regular thing for her.

[Whatever,] Armia sighed. [Not like her body count is any of my business.]

Setting that aside, Armia focused up.

[One more week,] Armia reminded herself as they started marching. [One more week of morning quickies, afternoon delights, and evening-]

"Thinking about something fun?" Fara whispered, noticing Armia's expression.

"Shut up."