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

{Jaylin}

Jaylin trudged up the path to Javir's house, her body feeling like it had been run over by a cart. The ritual had drained her completely. Not physically, exactly, but mentally. Having all those memories flash through her mind at once had left her feeling hollowed out, like someone had scooped out her brain and put it back slightly wrong.

At least it was over. No more accidental glimpses into Margaret's sex life. No more inappropriate thoughts every time their hands brushed.

[Well, no more inappropriate memories to view, anyway,] Jaylin corrected herself. [The thoughts are probably here to stay.]

She pushed open the door, hoping to sneak straight to her room, but Margaret's voice called from the sitting room.

"Jaylin? Is that you?"

[So much for that plan.]

"Yeah," she replied, reluctantly changing direction. "Just got back from the academy."

Margaret sat curled on the sofa, a book in her lap and a glass of wine in her hand. Her silver hair cascaded over one shoulder, still damp from a recent bath. She wore a silky robe that had fallen completely open at the top, revealing the deep valley between her massive tits, and had ridden up her thighs so high it was a miracle it covered anything important at all. The way she lounged there, completely unconcerned with her state of near-nudity, was enough to make Jaylin choke up and almost laugh.

"You look exhausted," Margaret observed, setting her book aside. "Rough day of study?"

"Something like that," Jaylin mumbled, fighting the urge to stare.

"Come here," Margaret patted the space in front of her on the sofa. "I can tell your shoulders are tense from across the room."

"Oh, that's not necessary—"

"I insist," Margaret cut her off. "Consider it repayment for carrying me to bed that one night when I had a bit too much wine."

Jaylin froze.

"You remember that?"

Margaret laughed.

"Bits and pieces. Enough to know I owe you a thank you. Now sit."

Too tired to argue, Jaylin slumped onto the sofa in front of Margaret. Immediately, strong fingers dug into her shoulders, finding knots she hadn't even realized were there.

"Gods, you're tight," Margaret muttered. "What have you been doing to yourself?"

"Ungh," was all Jaylin could manage as those skilled fingers worked their magic.

Margaret chuckled, continuing her ministrations.

"That good, huh?"

"You have no idea," Jaylin sighed, her head drooping forward as Margaret hit a particularly sensitive spot.

The massage continued in silence for a while, Margaret's hands gradually moving from Jaylin's shoulders to her upper back, then lower. Each press of those fingers sent waves of pleasure-pain through Jaylin's body, making her bite her lip to keep from moaning.

"Better?" Margaret asked, her voice close to Jaylin's ear.

"Much," Jaylin admitted. "You're... really good at this."

"Years of practice, hehe," Margaret replied, moving back up to Jaylin's neck. "Melistair gets the same knots when he's been working too hard."

The reminder of Margaret's husband should have doused Jaylin's inappropriate thoughts like cold water. Instead, it conjured memories she'd seen through the Memory Snare and she felt her face heat up.

"Speaking of the other night," Margaret continued, her thumbs pressing in small circles at the base of Jaylin's skull, "did anything else happen that I should know about?"

"Like what?" Jaylin asked, suddenly tense again.

"I don't know. Perhaps something involving lips?"

Jaylin's heart stopped.

"You remember that?"

"So something did happen," Margaret sounded triumphant. "I wasn't sure if I'd dreamed it or not."

"It was just—you were drunk, and you—I mean, I—" Jaylin stammered, then took a deep breath. "We kissed. Once. It was an accident."

"An accident," Margaret repeated, her hands pausing. "Like tripping and falling mouth-first onto someone else's lips?"

"No! I mean—I didn't plan it. It just happened."

"Mmm." Margaret resumed the massage, her touch lighter now. "And did you enjoy this accidental kiss?"

Jaylin could have lied. Should have lied. But something about the ritual, about finally being free of the Memory Snare's influence, made honesty feel easier.

"Yes," she admitted quietly. "I did."

Margaret's hands stilled, then she gave Jaylin's shoulders a little squeeze.

"Want to do it again?" she asked casually, as if suggesting another glass of wine. "Now that I'm sober enough to remember it properly?"

Jaylin twisted around, her eyes wide. "What?"

"The kiss," Margaret clarified, looking amused. "I'm asking if you want to kiss me again, preferably when I'm not about to pass out."

"But—Melistair—"

Margaret waved a dismissive hand.

"Knows I like to have fun. We're nim, remember? Kissing is practically how we say hello."

"With me, though?" Jaylin couldn't quite wrap her head around this. "You actually want to?"

"You're cute when you're flustered," Margaret chuckled, poking Jaylin's nose playfully. "Less thinking, more kissing. Yes or no?"

"Yes," Jaylin said before her brain could catch up with her mouth.

"Good answer."

Margaret leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jaylin's without ceremony.

Unlike their drunken first kiss, this one was purposeful and direct. Margaret tasted like wine and smelled like some floral soap, and when she slipped her tongue into Jaylin's mouth, Jaylin made an embarrassing little sound in the back of her throat.

After a moment, Margaret pulled back with a satisfied hum. "There. Much better when I can actually remember it."

"I can't believe this is happening," Jaylin mumbled, dazed.

"It's just a kiss," Margaret said with a grin, turning Jaylin back around to resume the massage. "Though your reaction is adorable. You humans make everything so dramatic." Her thumbs dug into a knot at the base of Jaylin's neck. "Now relax and let me finish this. You're still a mess of tension."

As Margaret's hands worked their magic, Jaylin's mind raced. The Memory Snare was gone, but this new development with Margaret might prove just as overwhelming.

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{Melisa}

Morning light flooded the dorm room as Melisa stretched lazily in bed.

She'd slept better than she had in weeks, no dream memories invading her rest, no worries about accidentally touching someone the next day.

A splash of color caught her eye. On the nightstand beside her bed sat a small bouquet of wildflowers, carefully arranged in a simple glass. Melisa smiled, touching the delicate petals. Raven must have left them before her morning jog.

[Well, this deserves a proper thank you,] Melisa thought, an idea forming in her mind.

She slipped out of bed and padded to her wardrobe, pulling out a little package. Isabella had given it to her weeks ago with a wink and a suggestion that it would "drive anyone wild." The perfect opportunity to test that claim had just presented itself.

Melisa unwrapped the black lace lingerie and held it up against her body. The material revealed way more than it covered, but that was the point, with strategic cutouts that would showcase her best... assets.

Exactly the sort of thing Isabella's horny ass would like, but for once, Melisa wasn't complaining.

After a quick brush of her teeth and fluff of her hair, she slipped into the lingerie. The cool lace against her skin sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. A glance in the mirror confirmed the effect was everything Isabella had promised. Her tits looked amazing, spilling over the top of the delicate bra, and the bottoms emphasized the curve of her ass while leaving it mostly bare.

Raven usually took exactly forty-five minutes for her morning run. Checking the time, Melisa realized she'd be back any minute. Perfect.

Right on schedule, the door opened and Raven entered, her skin glistening with sweat from her run, her cheeks flushed with exertion. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Melisa, her usually expressionless face showing rare, genuine surprise.

"Good morning," Melisa purred. "Enjoy your run?"

Raven blinked, her eyes traveling slowly over Melisa's nearly-naked body.

"Yes," she replied automatically. "What are you doing?"

"Saying thank you for the flowers," Melisa replied, stretching deliberately to showcase the lingerie. "Do you like it?"

"I..." Raven trailed off, frozen by the doorway.

Melisa laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes. By the way, the flowers? Thank you."

A faint blush colored Raven's cheeks.

"They... reminded me of you."

"And this," Melisa gestured to her lace-covered body, "reminded me of something I've been wanting to do to you."

She crooked a finger at Raven.

"Come here."

Raven hesitated only briefly before approaching the bed. She still wore her running clothes, her shirt damp with sweat.

"I should shower first," she said, though her eyes never left Melisa's body.

"Later," Melisa decided, reaching up to grab the front of Raven's shirt and pulling her down onto the bed. "I want you exactly like this."

She straddled Raven, who lay beneath her looking both confused and intrigued. Melisa bent down to kiss her deeply. Raven's hands came up to rest on Melisa's lace-covered hips, tentative at first, then gripping more firmly.

She worked her way down Raven's body, removing each article of sweaty clothing with deliberate slowness. Raven watched, her breathing growing heavier, her typically expressionless face showing clear anticipation now.

When Raven was naked and Melisa was still clad in the black lace, she slid down between Raven's legs, pushing them apart.

"Just sit back and relax," she instructed, her breath hot against Raven's inner thigh. "Let loose for once. Don't do anything but feel."

"I don't think—" Raven began, but her words cut off into a gasp as Melisa's tongue found its target.

For someone who claimed to be confused by social norms, Raven's body responded perfectly naturally to pleasure. Her back arched, her hands fisted in the sheets, and the small sounds she made drove Melisa wild.

"That's it," Melisa encouraged between licks. "Just feel. Don't think."

It took time, Raven wasn't used to being the bottom when it was just them, but eventually, her resistance melted away. Her hips began moving in rhythm with Melisa's tongue, her normally restrained voice rising in volume.

When she finally came, it was with a look of genuine surprise, as if the intensity of her pleasure had caught her off guard.

Melisa crawled back up beside her, grinning smugly.

"See?" she said, wiping her mouth. "Doing nothing productive can be pretty amazing."

Raven lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling as she caught her breath.

"That was... educational," she finally said. Her hand reached out to touch the lace still covering Melisa's breast. "Though your outfit seems unnecessary if that was your intended purpose."

"Oh, we're not done," Melisa said with a wicked smile. "I just wanted you to properly appreciate it before you tore it off me."

Raven's eyebrow raised slightly.

"Is that what I'm supposed to do next?"

"Only if you want to," Melisa teased.

A rare, decisive look crossed Raven's face. In one swift movement, she flipped their positions, pinning Melisa beneath her.

"I want to," she stated simply, before bending to capture Melisa's lips with her own.

[Mission accomplished.]