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

{Melisa}

Melisa leaned against the doorframe, watching as Isabella and Kimiko hauled their belongings into Javir's manor. Behind them, Armia and her father followed, both towering over the foxes, their steps heavier, more deliberate.

[Great,] Melisa thought. [Does this world have an equivalent to Viagra? I'm starting to think we'll need it.]

She caught Armia's gaze for a moment. Armia's eyes looked vacant and her movements seemed stiffer than Melisa's nipples on a cold day.

[... Is it possible to fuck the sadness out of someone? I mean, that's how this would go in my favorite visual novels. "Hey, I'm really sorry you went through that" and then, boom, sad-sexy sex scene. IRL, though... I don't know what to do.] Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Just as Melisa was beginning to wonder about how well eroge logic translated to real life, she heard some footsteps beside her.

"Well," Javir said, "I thought things were lively before, but now? We might need to reinforce the walls."

Melisa snorted.

"And invest in some industrial-strength soundproofing," she added. "This might keep the Shadow Mages from attacking us again," Melisa said, her voice low and tight, "but it's not enough. We need to go on the offensive."

Javir nodded, her expression hardening.

"We will. In fact, Raven and I will be heading out soon to interrogate Miria Linner's sister. She might know something about where those bastards are hiding. Once we find their headquarters, as soon as we can, we'll launch our own attack."

Melisa's ears perked up like a dog. She'd been waiting for this.

"I should go with you," she said. "I could help... convince her, if you need it."

But Javir shook her head.

"No, it's better if Raven and I travel alone. Less attention that way. Besides," she added, her gaze softening, "Armia and Isabella need you right now."

[Ah, shit... She's right.]

Suddenly, a high-pitched giggle echoed through the manor. Melisa turned to see Hazel, her little sister, running circles around a very bewildered-looking Raven. The former assassin stood stock-still, her eyes wide, clearly out of her element, clearly wondering what she was supposed to do.

[Typical Raven,] Melisa thought, a warmth spreading through her chest. [You can face down deadly Shadow Mages, but put you in front of an eight-year-old, and you have no idea what to do.

She made a mental note to talk to Raven more once things settled down. She hadn't gotten too many chances to.

[... To be honest, we don't even need to talk, really. Even if it's just feeling her tongue on my clit, I'd like to-]

"Melisa?" Javir's voice cut through her increasingly steamy thoughts like a cold shower. "You okay there?"

"I'm fine," Melisa said quickly, her tail unwrapping from her thigh and moving side-to-side nervously behind her. "Just, uh, thinking about all the work we have ahead of us."

Javir raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but she let it slide.

"Well, why don't you help everyone get settled in? I need to go over some plans with Raven before we head out."

Melisa nodded, grateful for the distraction. As Javir walked away, Melisa's gaze drifted back to Isabella and Kimiko. The two kitsune were whispering to each other, giggling like schoolgirls. As Melisa watched, Kimiko's hand drifted down to squeeze Isabella's ass. Melisa smirked.

She could almost see Kimiko and Isabella's cocks kissing, out in the open.

[No prizes for guessing what they'll be doing as soon as doors are closed, huh?]

With a deep breath, Melisa pushed off from the doorframe and made her way into the manor. As she passed Isabella and Kimiko, she couldn't resist throwing a wink their way.

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{Armia}

Armia stood in the hallway, her tail twitching with irritation. She'd been ready to claim the biggest room in Javir's manor, figuring her size alone warranted the extra space. But apparently, Javir had other ideas.

"Alright, listen up, you bunch'a misfits," Javir called out, wielding a clipboard like a weapon of mass organization. "I'm assigning rooms, and no, this isn't a democracy. You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit... Or a fireball."

Armia's eyes narrowed.

[Great. I bet I end up in a broom closet. Do they even make broom closets big enough for darians?]

She assigned Kimiko and Armia's father, separately, to two rooms at the very end of the west hall. Probably, if what Melisa warned Armia about was any indication, to keep them from having to play audience to Melistair and Margaret's babymaking sessions every night.

Then, Javir said:

"Armia and Isabella," Javir announced, "you two get the cozy little nook on the east end."

Isabella raised a brow.

"... You mean, together?"

"Hm?" Javir looked up from her notes. "Yep. Together."

Armia's jaw dropped. She glanced at Isabella, who looked equally shocked, her fluffy ears standing straight up like exclamation points.

[What? Seriously?]

Armia was partly distraught. Sure, lately, Isabella had gone from "complete and utter detriment to Armia's day and perpetual tester of Armia's patience" to "nice piece of ass to look at on occasion" but this was more than she'd signed up for.

Javir walked away, though, having made her mind up.

Isabella looked up at Armia.

Armia looked down at her.

Then, Isabella started moving. Armia followed.

As they trudged down the hall, Isabella's tail brushed against Armia's thigh, sending an unwelcome shiver up her spine. Memories of their last... encounter flashed through her mind, unbidden and decidedly unhelpful.

[Ugh,] Armia groaned.

The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, each step bringing Armia closer to what she was sure would be a month-long exercise in patience and frustration. She could practically feel the smugness radiating off Isabella in waves.

[I wonder if Javir would notice if I just... accidentally misplaced Isabella. Maybe in a nice, comfy closet. Far, far away from me.]

But even as the thought crossed her mind, Armia couldn't help but remember the way Isabella's body had felt pressed against hers, the soft moans she'd made when Armia had...

[No. Stop it. Bad Armia. Focus on literally anything else.]

As they stepped into their assigned room, any hope of escape evaporated. When she actually saw what was inside, whatever hope was left transmuted into despair.

The room was tiny, barely big enough for a dresser and a bed.

Armia sighed, the sound heavy enough to make the floorboards creak.

"Of course," she grumbled, "a human manor with human-sized everything. I bet the shower's too small for me to even turn around in."

Isabella giggled, the sound grating on Armia's last nerve.

"Aw, don't worry, scales," she purred, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. "I'm sure we can find creative ways to... fit."

Armia's response was quick.

"Bold of you to assume I'd want to 'fit' anywhere near you, pint-size," she growled.

Isabella's grin only widened, showing off canines.

"Curious. I wasn't hearing anything like that when you were balls deep in my-"

"That..." Armia interrupted, covering Isabella's mouth with one clawed, darian hand. "We were drunk and horny. It was- agh!"

Isabella licked her palm and Armia promptly let go, feeling defeated.

They unpacked in silence from there. Armia tried to focus on arranging her meager possessions, but her eyes kept drifting to Isabella. Unfortunately, the fox really did have an amazing ass. Not that big, but perfectly shaped.

It didn't help that Armia knew what it felt like to sink her cock into it, too.

[This is going to be a long month,] Armia thought, already plotting ways to soundproof the room. [By the gods, I hope she doesn't snore.]

As Isabella finished unpacking, she sauntered towards the door, brushing past Armia with deliberate slowness.

Just as Armia thought she was in the clear, she felt a sharp smack on her ass.

The sound echoed in the small room, followed immediately by Armia's growl of annoyance. She whirled around, ready to give Isabella a piece of her mind (and maybe a taste of her fist), but the kitsune was already halfway out the door, her laughter trailing behind her.

Armia's response was to slam the door hard enough to make the hinges whimper. She leaned against it, sliding down to sit on the floor, her tail curling around her legs.

[Yep,] she thought, her head thunking back against the wood. The wood between her legs grew harder with every second. [This is too much.]

She closed her eyes, trying to will away the unwelcome arousal. But instead of darkness, all she saw was Isabella's smirking face, those mischievous eyes that seemed to promise trouble and pleasure in equal measure.

[Get it together, Armia,] she sighed. [You're a warrior, a future noblewoman. You can't let some foxy little minx get under your scales like this.]

But even as she thought it, Armia knew it was a losing battle.

With a groan, Armia hauled herself to her feet. She eyed the tiny bed skeptically, wondering how in the world she was supposed to fit her large frame on it without hanging off both ends.

[Maybe I'll just sleep on the floor,] she thought. [It's probably more comfortable anyway. And at least down there, I won't have to worry about rolling over in my sleep and crushing Isabella.]

Though, maybe the fox would welcome that.