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

{Armia}

Armia couldn't quite believe she was doing this.

Walking side by side with Melisa, making her way to the nim girl's house again... it felt surreal.

[What am I thinking?] she wondered, her tail swishing nervously behind her. [There's no project involved this time. Hanging out with Melisa? Casually? Just like that? This is a terrible idea.]

But despite her misgivings, Armia found herself strangely excited.

It had been so long since she'd just... relaxed with someone. Anyone who wasn't her brother, anyway, and even then talking to him was rarely relaxing.

[Maybe it won't be so bad,] she mused as they approached Melisa's front door. [It's just for a little while, right? What's the worst that could happen?]

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Melisa called out as they stepped inside. "And I brought a friend!"

Armia flinched at the word 'friend', but forced a smile as Melisa's parents emerged from the kitchen of this rather large manor, their eyes widening at the sight of the darian girl.

"Oh, hello there," Margaret said, her voice warm and welcoming. "It's lovely to see you once again, miss...?"

"Duskscale," the darian supplied, bowing her head politely. "Armia Duskscale. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance... again."

The man, who Armia hadn't seen last time, grinned, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

"Name's Melistair. It's a pleasure." He extended a hand before realizing his hands were still wet and awkwardly laughed the moment off.

Melisa nodded, already tugging Armia towards the back door.

"We'll be in the garden if you need us!" she called over her shoulder, leading Armia outside into the warm afternoon sun.

The garden was small but well-tended, with neat rows of vegetables and fragrant herbs lining the edges. In the center, a little girl with purple skin and crimson eyes was running around, chasing a butterfly with gleeful abandon.

"Hazel!" Melisa called out, waving to her sister. "Come say hi to Armia!"

The little girl skidded to a stop, her eyes widening as she took in the towering darian once again.

For a moment, Armia braced herself for a bad reaction, given how the little girl was looking at her.

But to her surprise, Hazel just grinned, bounding over to them with a skip in her step.

"Hi!" she chirped, before wrapping her tiny arms around one of Armia's legs in a quick hug. She pulled back, looking up at Armia with wonder. "Are you... a giant?"

Armia blinked.

"I... no, I'm not a giant," she said slowly.

"Armia's a dragon!" Melisa added and Hazel's eyes widened with wonder.

"You're so cool!"

[I am?]

Armia glanced at Melisa, unsure how to respond.

But the nim girl just laughed, ruffling her sister's hair affectionately.

"Alright, alright, Hazy. Armia and I have some spells we want to practice. Stand back a bit, okay?"

"Spells?" Armia asked.

"I wanna show you some stuff," Melisa whispered with a little smile.

At the mention of magic, Hazel's eyes lit up.

"Spells? Can I watch? Please, please, please?"

Melisa visibly hesitated, but then shrugged.

"I don't see why not. As long as you promise to stay back and not distract us, okay?"

Hazel nodded vigorously, her little face set with determination.

"I promise!"

Melisa grinned, leading Armia to a clear patch of grass.

"Alright then, let's get started. Armia, want to see a new spell I've been working on?"

The darian girl nodded, curious despite herself.

Melisa took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she focused her Essence.

Then, with a flick of her wrist and a muttered incantation, she cast the spell.

"Ignis, radix, lavim, crescere!"

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, slowly, a tiny sprout began to emerge from the ground, unfurling its leaves as it grew taller and taller.

It was that plant spell Melisa had shown Armia before.

Hazel gasped, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Whoa! That's so pretty!"

Even Armia had to admit, it was an impressive display of magic.

[She really does have a knack for this,] she thought.

This time, a new sprout emerged... but instead of ice, it seemed to be made of fire.

Armia's eyes widened as the fiery sprout emerged from the ground, its leaves and stem flickering with dancing flames.

[Incredible,] she thought, watching as the plant grew to the height of Melisa's knees. It was glowing. [I wonder how much ground this light could cover. Shame it's still day out.]

Hazel clapped her hands in delight, bouncing up and down on her toes.

"WOW!"

Melisa grinned, looking quite proud of herself.

"Thanks, Hazy. But wait, there's more!"

She turned to Armia, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I remember you saying you wanted to focus on water magic, right? Well, I've been working on a little something that might interest you."

Armia raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Oh? Do tell."

Melisa's grin widened.

"Check this out." Melisa took her academy coat off, leaving her with just her white shirt and red tie. "Nubes, pluvia, descende!"

She raised her hand to the sky, her fingers weaving an intricate pattern in the air.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a small, dark cloud began to form above Melisa's head, growing and swirling like a miniature storm.

Armia watched, fascinated, as the cloud grew heavier and heavier, until finally...

Splat!

A torrent of water cascaded down from the cloud, drenching Melisa from head to toe.

A very small torrent. Like a single pillar of water.

Hazel squealed in surprise, then broke into a fit of giggles at the sight of her sister's soaked form.

Melisa, for her part, just laughed, shaking her head like a wet dog.

"Well, it works!" she said cheerfully, wringing out her hair after a while. "Granted, it's not the most useful spell in the world, given how small the cloud is. And I haven't found a way to make it go anywhere that isn't directly over my head. But hey, if I'm ever overheating or dehydrated, at least I know I can..."

Her words trailed off as she noticed Armia's expression.

Armia could hardly breathe.

The darian girl was staring at her, eyes wide and face flushed a deep, burning gold.

[Oh my gods,] Armia thought, her heart pounding in her chest. [Her shirt... it's... I can...]

The thin, white fabric of Melisa's top was clinging to her skin like a second skin, rendered almost completely transparent by the water.

And through it, Armia could see...

[Nipples,] her brain helpfully supplied, shaky even in her own head. [Very visible, very... perky nipples.]

She swallowed hard, trying desperately to tear her gaze away. But it was like her eyes were magnetized, drawn irresistibly to the tantalizing peaks straining against Melisa's soaked shirt.

Melisa, following Armia's line of sight, glanced down at her own chest.

Her cheeks flushed purple as realization dawned.

"Oh! Oh, um... wow, that's... that's embarrassing," she stammered, crossing her arms over her chest in a belated attempt at modesty.

Armia finally managed to wrench her gaze away, fixing her eyes firmly on the ground.

"I-I'm sorry," she mumbled, her face burning. "I didn't mean to stare. It's just... you're... the water..."

She trailed off, wishing fervently for the earth to swallow her whole.

But to her surprise, Melisa just laughed, the sound warm and good-natured.

"It's okay," she said, her tone light and teasing. "I guess I should have thought that spell through a little more. Or at least went and got a darker outfit."

Melisa stuck her tongue out with a smile and closed one eye. Armia tried to calm down.

"Hey, think about it this way," Melisa added. "Now, we're even!"

Armia shook her head, holding back a chuckle.

"I guess so."

At least Armia didn't get hard again...

In front of her, anyway. She certainly would later.

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All too soon, Armia found herself back in her own room, lying on her bed and staring up at the ceiling.

She couldn't stop thinking about Melisa. About her bright smile, her easy laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about magic...

... And her two perky nipples, standing at attention under the water.

[What is wrong with me?] Armia wondered, her heart racing in her chest. [Why can't I get her out of my head?]

As if in answer, she felt a familiar stirring between her legs.

Armia groaned, burying her face in her pillow as her soldier began to stand at attention.

[Not again.]

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will the feeling away. She absolutely refused to touch it, to give in to the temptation.

[It's just a physical reaction,] she told herself sternly. [It doesn't mean anything. She's a nim, for gods' sake!]

But even as she tried to deny it, Armia couldn't shake the warmth swarming her body right now.

A soft moan escaped her lips as her hands began to wander, tracing lazy patterns on her stomach before slowly drifting lower. She knew she shouldn't, but the temptation was too great.

With a quiet sigh, she let them slip up her skirt.

[Just...] Armia sighed, pulling her hard cock out. [Just a little bit. A short while.]

The masturbation that followed did not, in fact, last a short while.