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

{Raven}

Captain Fenris slammed her fist onto the makeshift war table so hard the map markers went flying like confetti.

"We're not sending a full battalion after one mage! That's final!"

Isabella's tail bristled up like an angry cat's.

"That 'one mage' is the reason half your camp isn't dead after last night's attack!"

They'd been arguing for about an hour. The sun was setting. Everyone looked ready to either pass out or murder someone.

"Blackflame knew the risks when she joined this mission," Fenris said, but even she didn't sound convinced by her own bullshit. "We will get her back when the opportunity presents itself."

Armia stepped forward.

"With respect, Captain, we're wasting time. Every hour Melisa spends with the darians is another hour they could be extracting information from her."

"Or worse," Isabella muttered.

Raven, who'd been silent up to this point, spoke up.

"We need a distraction."

All eyes turned to her.

"What kind of distraction?" Fenris asked.

"A fight. A loud one. Draw their warriors out. While they're engaged, I slip in and extract Melisa."

"And how exactly do we create this distraction without getting everyone killed?" Fenris demanded.

Isabella's face lit up like she'd just had the best idea ever.

"Magic! Really flashy, noisy magic. I can make it look like we've got twice the numbers we actually have."

Armia nodded slowly.

"It could work. We can make it look like we're trying to ambush them. If we make enough noise, they'll come out to fight."

"And while they're busy with the big shiny light show..." Isabella continued, wiggling her fingers for dramatic effect.

"I find Melisa," Raven finished.

Fenris rubbed her temples like she was trying to massage away a migraine.

"This is insane."

"Got a better idea?" Isabella challenged.

After a long pause that practically screamed internal screaming, Fenris sighed.

"Fine. But we do it my way. Limited engagement, no unnecessary risks."

Armia gave a sigh of relief.

"That's fine by me."

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{Melisa}

Melisa had been fucked plenty of times in her life. But never like this.

Sirah's massive cock split her open in ways she didn't think possible. The darian had her bent over a table, one large hand pressing Melisa's face into the wood, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints for days.

"Take it, little mage," Sirah growled, driving into her with relentless force. "Take all of it."

And god help her, Melisa did.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure-pain through her body, making her cry out despite herself. The metal rings decorating Sirah's cock added a whole new dimension to the sensation, rubbing against spots inside her that made her eyes roll back in her head.

[Fuck, fuck, fuck...]

She'd started this as a ploy—let Sirah have her way, gain her trust, find an escape. But somewhere between the first thrust and now, her body had completely betrayed her. Her cunt clenched greedily around Sirah's cock like it was trying to keep it forever, her back arched for more.

"You were made for this," Sirah panted, increasing her pace to jackhammer speed. "Taking warrior cock like you were born to it."

Melisa couldn't answer. Her brain had checked out about ten minutes ago, replaced by pure animalistic need. Her third orgasm was building, tightening her muscles, making her whimper like a begging puppy.

"That's it," Sirah hissed, feeling Melisa tighten around her. "Cum for me again. Show me how much you love my cock."

The orgasm hit like a lightning bolt, making Melisa scream into the table. Her entire body convulsed, squeezing Sirah's cock like a vise.

With a roar that probably scared birds half a mile away, Sirah slammed in one final time and came, filling Melisa with hot seed.

For several long moments, they stayed frozen like that, both panting, both trembling from exertion. Then Sirah pulled out, her still-hard cock sliding free with a sound that would've been disgusting if Melisa wasn't still floating in post-orgasm bliss.

"Not bad, given that I have to go now," she said, as casual as if they'd just finished a game of cards. "We'll work on your stamina."

Melisa collapsed onto the table, her legs about as useful as wet noodles. She felt Sirah's cum trickling down her thighs, mixing with her own wetness.

[Did that... really just happen? Holy shit.]

Behind her, Sirah was already getting dressed, pulling on her armor like she hadn't just fucked Melisa's soul right out of her body.

With a wink, she ducked out of the tent, leaving Melisa alone, naked, and thoroughly used.

[Great. Just... great. Get fucked literally, then get fucked figuratively.]

She pushed herself up, wincing at the soreness between her legs. Her clothes were scattered across the tent like they'd been thrown by a tornado. She started collecting them on shaky legs.

The tent flap opened again. Melisa grabbed a fur to cover herself, expecting Sirah's return.

Instead, an older darian woman entered, carrying a tray of food and water. She had gray streaks in her hair and wore the same leather armor as the warriors, though hers was more ornate.

"I am Thana," she said, setting down the tray. "Blood Sister's second."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Melisa asked, pulling on her pants while trying to maintain some dignity.

Thana's eyes narrowed.

"It means I command the Blood Sister's warriors when she is occupied."

"Congratulations," Melisa muttered, searching for her shirt among the mess.

"I also oversee her... possessions."

That got Melisa's attention.

"I'm not a possession."

Thana laughed, the sound about as warm as an ice bath.

"You are whatever the Blood Sister says you are. But do not despair. She favors you already."

"Lucky me."

"Indeed." Thana's face grew serious. "As the Blood Sister's chosen, you have some rights. You may move freely within the camp. You may eat with the warriors. You may even choose your own quarters, should she permit it."

Melisa paused in the middle of pulling on her shirt.

"And if I choose to leave?"

Thana's smile was cold.

"Then you die. Slowly. The Blood Sister's protection ends the moment you try to escape."

[Perfect. So I'm free to do anything except the one thing I actually want to do.]

"I advise you to accept your place," Thana continued. "Many nim would gladly trade positions with you. The Blood Sister is powerful, respected. Her concubines want for nothing."

"Except freedom," Melisa pointed out.

Thana shrugged.

"Meh, freedom is overrated. Survival is what matters."

She turned to leave, then paused.

"Oh, and a word of advice? When she returns, be ready. The Blood Sister always wants release after battle."

The tent flap closed behind her, leaving Melisa alone with her thoughts.

[So I'm free to roam the camp but can't leave. I'm protected as long as I'm Sirah's fuck toy. And my friends might be walking into a trap right now. Just another Tuesday for Melisa Blackflame.]

She sat heavily on the pile of furs, her body still tingling from Sirah's thorough attention, her mind racing with plans and counter-plans.

[Whatever happens next, I need to be ready. For anything.]