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

{Armia}

Armia grunted with exertion as she lunged forward, her sword slicing through the air in a vicious arc.

But her kitsune trainer, a graceful woman with rust-colored fur but with more muscle on her than most kitsune tended to have, danced out of the way effortlessly.

"Too slow," the kitsune scolded her, her amber eyes sparkling with amusement as she parried Armia's next blow with a flick of her wrist. "And too predictable. You're telegraphing your moves, darling. A blind man could see them coming."

Armia gritted her teeth, a flush of embarrassment heating her cheeks.

[Ugh,] she thought, her tail lashing behind her in agitation. [How does she make it look so damned easy? It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands!]

She pushed herself harder, putting all her strength and speed into her next series of attacks.

But the kitsune just laughed, her blade flashing in the sunlight as she deflected each blow with infuriating nonchalance.

"Come now, Lady Duskscale," she purred, her voice rich with amusement. "Surely you can do better than that?"

Armia's eyes flashed.

With a fierce battle cry, she lunged forward, her sword aimed straight for the kitsune's heart. But at the last second, the woman spun out of the way, her blade flicking out to tap Armia lightly on the back of the neck.

"Dead," she said softly, her voice suddenly serious. "If this were a real battle, you'd be bleeding out on the ground right now."

Armia froze, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

[She... she beat me. Again. Gods above, what am I doing wrong?]

As if reading her thoughts, the kitsune lowered her sword, her expression shifting from playful to thoughtful.

"Lady Duskscale," she said, her tone gentle but firm. "Forgive me for my bluntness, but I must ask... have you been feeling a bit confused lately? In your training, I mean."

Armia blinked, taken aback by the question.

"I... I'm not sure what you mean, ma'am," she said carefully, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Confused how, exactly?"

The kitsune sighed, sheathing her sword and gesturing for Armia to do the same.

"Walk with me, my lady," she said, turning to stroll along the edge of the training yard. "I think perhaps it's time we had a little chat."

Armia hesitated for a moment, her pride warring with her curiosity. But in the end, the desire to understand, to improve, won out.

With a small, somewhat reluctant nod, she fell into step beside the kitsune.

"You see, Lady Duskscale," the woman began, her voice low and thoughtful, "as a darian, you have certain... advantages over most of the fighters in this kingdom. Trust me, I say this with no sort of hostility, but I've cut down more of your kind than I care to count. I'd like to think I know what I'm talking about."

Armia briefly raised a brow but waited for her to continue.

"Your strength, for one. That's a gift many fighters like myself would kill to have. And yet," she stopped. "You barely use it."

Armia nodded slowly, her tail curling around her leg self-consciously.

"I... I know that, ma'am," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't... I mean, I try not to rely on it too heavily. It feels like... like cheating, somehow."

The kitsune chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"Cheating? My dear, there's no such thing in battle. You use every advantage you have, every tool at your disposal. To do otherwise is foolishness of the highest order."

She paused, her eyes raking over Armia's form with a critical, appraising gaze.

"But that's not the only thing holding you back, I think. You see, while you may be a darian, you're also a woman. And a rather petite one, at that. For a darian, anyway."

[I am? I'm petite?]

Armia had to hold back a smile.

But, she did tilt her head.

"What are you talking about?"

The kitsune held up a placating hand, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"I'll get to that. But, see, to me, you also have the potential for something else. Something that could be even more deadly, if honed properly."

Armia's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued despite herself.

"And what might that be?"

The kitsune's smile widened, a glint of excitement sparking in her amber eyes.

"Speed, my lady. Agility. You are small, for a darian. Not to someone who isn't like me, however," she clarified. "I can see that. The average fighter you go up against probably won't.

You could surprise them. Move a lot faster than you look."

She stepped forward.
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"But to do that, you would need to embrace what makes you unique. To stop trying to be something you're not, and start playing to your own strengths."

Armia swallowed hard, a flicker of understanding dawning in her eyes.

"I... I think I see what you mean," she said slowly. "But how do I..."

The kitsune chuckled, giving Armia's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"How do you do that? Well, for starters, you need to pick a style and commit to it. If speed doesn't sound good to you, bulk up! Put some muscle on and slam your enemies into the ground! Or, get even leaner, even faster, and surprise people with your swiftness. But, the point is, no more of this half-hearted flailing about, trying to be a jack-of-all-trades and a master of none."

She stepped back, her hand falling to the hilt of her sword.

"I won't lie and say it won't get you anywhere. It might. But, I think sticking to something would get you farther. Anything, mind you. Just stick to something."

Armia remained quiet for a moment.

"So, what will it be, Lady Duskscale? Speed? Strength? None of the above?"

Armia took a deep breath.

"I... I'll think about it."

The kitsune grinned, her teeth flashing in the sunlight.

"That's all I want," she purred. "Anyway, come. Let us continue."

---

Armia sat primly at a corner table in the restaurant Melisa had told her to go to.

She smoothed down her brown skirt, consciously maintaining her perfect posture as she waited for Melisa to arrive.

In a moment, the restaurant's door swung open, and Melisa swept in like a purple whirlwind.

Armia's breath caught in her throat.

Melisa was in a form-fitting midnight blue dress that made her curves, which were impressive on their own, pop out. Her crimson eyes sparkled as she approached the table.

"Armia!" Melisa called out, her face lighting up as she spotted her friend. "I'm so sorry I'm late. You wouldn't believe the day I've had."

Armia rose to greet her, embracing Melisa warmly before they both took their seats.

"No need for apologies," Armia said. "I'm just glad you could make it. You look stunning, by the way."

Melisa grinned, a hint of a blush coloring her purple cheeks.

"Thanks, Armia. You're looking pretty good yourself. So," Melisa sighed with a smile, "what did you do today?"

As they settled into conversation, Armia couldn't help but notice the way Melisa's pheromones seemed to fill the air around them, making her skin tingle and her heart race.

[Hm... Weren't they supposed to be less effective on me since she and I...?]

She shifted slightly in her seat, trying to ignore the growing warmth in her core.

[Focus, Armia,] she scolded herself. [You're a lady. Act like one.]

As they kept talking, Melisa groaned dramatically, her head falling back against the chair.

"Oh god, don't remind me. The letters, Armia. So. Many. Letters. I swear, if I have to read one more flowery declaration of undying love from some random noble I don't even remember, I might just set the whole pile on fire."

Armia chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Come on, it can't be all bad. Surely some of them must be quite flattering?"

"Oh, they're flattering alright," Melisa smirked. "But you try feeling flattered when you're drowning in... in perfumed paper and terrible poetry." She all but melted into her seat. "But, how about you? How's your training going?"

Armia's expression turned thoughtful.

"It's... progressing," she said carefully. "My new instructor, an impressive kitsune woman, gave me lots to think about. She believes I need to... how did she put it? 'Commit to something,' I believe were her exact words."

Melisa leaned forward, her eyes alight with curiosity.

"Oh? What does she mean by that?"

Armia explained the kitsune's advice, her brow furrowing slightly as she recalled the conversation.

"She thinks I should choose between focusing on strength or speed," Armia concluded. "That if I don't, I'm wasting my potential. It's... given me quite a lot to consider, I have to admit."

Melisa nodded sympathetically.

"That sounds like a tough decision. But hey, if you want a training partner to help you figure it out, I'd be happy to join you sometime."

Armia's face lit up at the offer, but Melisa quickly held up a hand.

"Though, fair warning, I might be a bit busier than usual for a while," she added, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Oh?" Armia raised an elegant eyebrow. "And why might that be?"

Melisa's grin widened, her tail swishing with barely contained glee.

"Well, you'll never believe this, but... Javir said she'd train me in swordsmanship!"

"Miss Folden?" Armia's eyes widened in surprise. "But I thought you said she was adamant about not teaching you combat skills?"

"I know, right?" Melisa laughed. "I guess saving the king's life changed her mind. Or maybe she just got tired of me pestering her about it. Either way, I'm not complaining!"

As they continued to chat and eat, Armia found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

Melisa's pheromones seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment, filling the air with an intoxicating scent that made Armia's head spin.

[Gods above,] Armia thought, looking away.

After dinner, they decided to take a walk through the city, enjoying the cool evening air.

As they strolled along the cobblestone streets, Melisa regaled Armia with stories of her latest magical experiments and Armia had to keep herself from being jealous at how talented the nim was. Still, it made for a good distraction.

But with each passing minute, Armia felt her control slipping. The pheromones were overwhelming, clouding her thoughts and igniting a fire in her core.

She could feel her cock hardening, straining against the confines of her dress.

Melisa, ever observant, noticed Armia's discomfort. Her eyes flicked down to the massive bulge in Armia's gown, and a knowing smirk popped up on her face.

"Armia," Melisa purred with a grin and half-lidded eyes, her voice low and seductive. "Is something wrong? You seem... tense."

Armia swallowed hard, her scales flushing an even deeper gold.

"I... Melisa, I..."

Without warning, Melisa grabbed Armia's hand and pulled her into a nearby alley.

The shadows enveloped them, offering a modicum of privacy from the busy street, though it wasn't much.

"M-Melisa, what are you-"

But Armia's words died in her throat as Melisa pressed herself against her, their bodies flush. The nim's tail curled around Armia's leg, sending shivers up her spine.

"I think," Melisa whispered, her breath hot against Armia's ear, "that you need some relief down there. So... Come on."

Before Armia could protest, Melisa spun around, bracing her hands against the alley wall.

She bent down enough to be perfectly horizontal. Poking her ass out.

Melisa looked over her shoulder, her crimson eyes dark with desire.

"Well?" Melisa challenged, arching her back invitingly. "Are you going to keep a girl waiting?"

Armia shivered.

Swallowing, she walked forward and pressed herself against Melisa's back, her hands gripping the nim's hips.

In response, Melisa ground her ass against Armia's straining erection.

GULP

Armia wasted no more time.

She hiked up Melisa's dress, revealing her lack of undergarments. Armia shook her head, her cock twitching. With trembling hands, Armia freed her cock from its confines, lining it up with Melisa's pale, purple pussy lips, like the walls of paradise themselves.

As Armia pushed inside Melisa's cunt, they both gasped at the sensation.

Melisa was impossibly tight and hot, her inner walls gripping Armia's length like a vice.

"By the gods," Armia breathed, her tail thrashing behind her. "Melisa, you feel..."

"Amazing," Melisa finished, her voice breathy. "Move, Army, move."

Armia didn't need to be told twice. The odd nickname didn't even register.

She began to thrust, slowly at first, her cock pushing in and out of Melisa's tight hole at a pace both of them found achingly slow, but quickly picking up speed.

Soon, the alley filled with the sound of Armia's balls slapping against Melisa's skin.

[Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck...] Armia nearly came right then and there, but she stopped herself, willing her seed not to spill.

As Armia pounded into Melisa, she felt a strange sense of clarity. Here, in this moment, she wasn't conflicted about her identity or her fighting style.

She was simply Armia, fucking the shit out of the hottest person she knew.

Melisa pushed back against each thrust, her black tail wrapping around Armia's waist to pull her even deeper.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice thick with lust. "I can take it, Army. Fuck me harder!"

Something primal awakened in Armia at those words.

She doubled her efforts, her hips slamming against Melisa's ass with enough force to make the nim's knees buckle. But Melisa didn't falter, meeting each thrust with equal fervor.

As they fucked, Armia marveled at the contrast between them. Her golden scales against Melisa's purple skin, her raw strength against Melisa's lithe form. Yet somehow, it felt like they fit together perfectly.

The pressure built quickly, overtaking them both.

With a final, powerful thrust, Armia buried her darian cock to the hilt inside Melisa's pussy, her release washing over her in waves.

Melisa cried out as she came, her own orgasm triggered by the feeling of Armia's hot seed filling her.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, still locked together, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Finally, Armia slowly pulled out, watching with fascination as her cum trickled down Melisa's thighs.

As they straightened their clothes and caught their breath, Melisa turned to Armia with a mischievous grin.

"Well," she said, her voice still slightly husky, "that's one way to end an evening out."

Armia couldn't help but laugh, the tension and doubt that had plagued her all day finally dissipating.

"Yeah, it is."