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

{Isabella}

Isabella's tail swished behind her as she dodged another of Melisa's spells, a grin spreading across her face.

It was just past midnight. While the rest of the student base was off either sleeping or pouring over texts in the study towers, the two of them were at one of the academy's many arenas, doing what two sorceresses in their prime were supposed to do.

Having magical foreplay.

Or, as Melisa would call it, "training."

"Come on, Mel," Isabella taunted, her green eyes glinting mischievously. "Is that the best you've got? I thought you were supposed to be some kind of prodigy!"

Melisa huffed, her purple skin glistening with sweat.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet!"

Melisa's hands moved in a complex pattern, her crimson eyes narrowing in concentration.

"Ignis, vara, cortohl!" she shouted, and a wall of blue flame erupted between them.

Isabella whistled.

[Her speed's not bad. Obviously, that's not where her real strengths lie, but still. Good to know she's not slacking.]

"Fancy," she quipped, before quickly tracing her own spellsign. "But how about this? Ventus, spirare, enviare!"

A whirlwind burst from Isabella's fingertips, snuffing out Melisa's flames and sending the nim girl stumbling backward.

"ACK!"

"Oops," Isabella giggled. "Did I blow too hard for you, babe?"

Melisa rolled her eyes, but Isabella could see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"Impossibly sexy, you mean," Isabella winked, sidestepping an attack Melisa probably thought would catch her off-guard.

They continued like this for several more minutes, trading spells and casual verbal barbs in equal measure. But Isabella could see Melisa starting to tire, her movements becoming slower, less precise.

She smiled.

[Time to end this,] Isabella thought, her competitive nature kicking in.

With a burst of speed that almost surprised even herself, Isabella closed the distance between them.

Melisa tried to cast a spell to push Isabella back, but she was too slow.

She tackled Melisa to the ground, pinning the nim's hands above her head.

"Gotcha," Isabella purred, her face inches from Melisa's.

Melisa blinked, confusion evident in her eyes.

"What..."

She gasped.

"How did you...?"

Isabella smirked, enjoying the feeling of Melisa's body beneath hers.

"What's wrong, Mel? Are you really surprised a kitsune could beat you in a duel? We were born for magic, hehe. Even though you are good, if I lost to you as you are now, Mommy Dearest wouldn't let me hear the end of it."

Melisa pouted, a look that never failed to make Isabella's heart skip a beat.

"But I don't understand. I've been working so hard on my magic, coming up with all these new spells..."

Isabella's expression softened slightly. She leaned in, nuzzling Melisa's neck affectionately.

This was where it was actually relevant that this was Melisa and not someone else. If it were anyone else, she'd just gloat and walk away. But, instead, she decided to reveal to Melisa exactly what her problem was. In Isabella's opinion, anyway.

"Yeah, and that's awesome, babe. But while you've been inventing new tricks, I've been perfecting the ones Mom taught me."

Melisa paused.

"Really...? Is that it?"

"I'd say so," Isabella said, tail flicking side to side as she remained straddling Melisa's lap. "Think about it. Speed is everything in magical combat. You could know every single spell in the world but if I can get to my tricks sooner than you can, I'll win every time." Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

It was cute the way Isabella could see the gears turning in Melisa's mind. The nim looked away for a moment.

"But, Raven said I was really fast."

"You are," Isabella made sure to confirm. She wasn't trying to make Melisa feel worse or anything. "I'm just faster." She smiled. "And, I should be, with how much effort Mommy's been putting into making sure that's the case. Think about it," Isabella leaned in, lips just inches away from Melisa's. "Every.

Single. Day, I practice the spells I just against you. I get up, eat breakfast, practice, go to school, have some fun with you, practice, come back home, take some dick from Mommy, practice, and do it all over again the next day. Now, tell me," Isabella pulled back, "does this outcome still not make sense to you?"

"When do you sleep!?" Was Melisa's instant counter question instead.

Isabella grinned.

"I'm a kitsune, Melisa. As long as I fuck enough, sleep is just a luxury. Something I do for fun, because it feels nice. I don't actually need it much."

Melisa looked surprised.

[Guess she never put two and two together in that sense.]

"Anyway, yeah, that's about it," Isabella said. "But, don't worry, you'll beat me soon, I'm sure."

Melisa's pout deepened, and Isabella felt a twinge of guilt.

"Hey," Isabella said softly, releasing Melisa's hands to cup her face. "Don't be like that. You're still one of the most talented mages I know. And definitely one of the sexiest," she added, grinding her hips against Melisa's in a way that all but screamed, "gods, I wish you had a dick like me".

Melisa's breath hitched.

Her tail curled around Isabella's leg.

"Is that so?"

"Mm-hmm," Isabella hummed. "You know I don't give compliments lightly, babe. You're very, very, special."

Melisa considered that for a moment.

"... Okay," she looked back at Isabella with lust-ridden eyes, "show me, then."

Then, she pulled Isabella down for a hard kiss.

Instantly, Isabella could feel her cock hardening, pressing insistently against Melisa's thigh.

Melisa moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding down to grip Isabella's ass.

"Come on," Melisa spread her legs beneath Isabella, "prove it," she challenged when they finally broke apart for air.

Isabella didn't need to be told twice.

With a wicked grin, she sat up, straddling Melisa's hips as she stripped off her top. Her breasts bounced free, nipples already hard with arousal.

"Like what you see?" Isabella teased, loving the way Melisa's eyes roamed hungrily over her body.

"You know I do," Melisa growled, her hands coming up to knead Isabella's breasts.

Isabella gasped at the touch, her hips rocking involuntarily.

"Fuck, Mel," she breathed. "The things you do to me..."

She made quick work of Melisa's clothes, leaving them both naked on the training room floor.

Isabella's cock stood proud, a drop of precum glistening at the tip.

Melisa's eyes locked onto it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Is that for me?" she purred, reaching down to wrap her hand around Isabella's length.

"All for you, babe," Isabella moaned, bucking into Melisa's touch. "All for you..."

Unable to wait any longer, Isabella positioned herself at Melisa's entrance. She could feel the heat radiating from Melisa's core, smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

[Gods, everything about Mel just makes my cock so hard it hurts...]

"Ready?" Isabella asked, her voice husky with need.

Melisa nodded, her crimson eyes dark with lust.

With a low groan, Isabella pushed forward, sinking into Melisa's tight cunt. They both gasped out at the sensation, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

"Fuck, Mel," Isabella panted, struggling to hold still and let Melisa adjust. "You feel so fucking good."

Melisa wrapped her legs around Isabella's waist, pulling her in deeper.

"Move," she demanded. "Come on, come on... Fuck me, Izzy!"

Something primal awakened in Isabella at those words.

She began to thrust, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.

Soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the arena, punctuated by their moans and gasps of pleasure.

[Gods why does this feel so good? I mean, I've been fucked and have fucked a lot but... with Melisa... It's just different.]

Isabella leaned down, capturing one of Melisa's nipples in her mouth as she continued to pound into her. Melisa arched into the touch, her nails raking down Isabella's back.

"Harder," Melisa begged, her voice thick with pleasure. "God, Izzy, I'm so close..."

Isabella could feel her own orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in her lower belly.

"Come for me, Mel," Isabella growled, her hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

That was all it took.

Melisa cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her. The feeling of Melisa's walls clenching around her sent Isabella over the edge, and she came with a shout, spilling deep inside her lover.

For a long moment, they lay there, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Isabella peppered Melisa's face with soft kisses.

"Ugh, gods, I wish you had a cock. I'd ride you till you couldn't move anymore," Isabella whispered.

"I... kinda wish I had one too, all of a sudden," Melisa giggled. "Not something I ever thought I'd say, but..." She looked down at Isabella's hips. "You must feel amazing."

"Oh, I have it on good authority I do," Isabella smirked.

Melisa rolled her eyes with a smile.

Soon, they got up and cleaned themselves up.

As they left the arena, Melisa looked a bit distracted.

"... So, it's better to master spells than it is to make more of them? I guess I never realized that."

Isabella shrugged.

"Well, that's just my approach. Maybe you could make yours work, but, I am a rather good example to follow, I'd say. Either way, just commit to something, Mel. That'll get you far enough."

"What if 'far enough' for me is farther than you?"

"Hm..." Isabella smirked. "In that case, I'll just have to go farther."