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

Armia's eyes fluttered open, her head pounding like someone was using it for drum practice. Sunlight streamed through unfamiliar curtains, making her wince.

[Ohhh.... What the fuck happened last night?]

As consciousness slowly returned, she became aware of two things.

One, she was naked as the day she was born, and two, there was an equally naked Isabella sprawled across her chest, drooling slightly on her chest.

[Oh. Right. That happened.]

Armia glanced around, her brow furrowing. This definitely wasn't the party venue.

The room was cozy, with lush red and gold colors that screamed "Isabella's bedroom." Fluffy pillows and silken sheets surrounded them. Armia looked around and saw some certificates hanging proudly from the walls.

[Great. Just fucking great. How did we even get here?]

She tried to move, wincing as her muscles protested. Memories of the night before flooded back - pinning Isabella against the balcony railing, fucking her with every ounce of strength she possessed. If it had been Melisa beneath her, Armia would've worried about breaking the nim.

But Isabella? The insatiable kitsune had matched her thrust for thrust, demanding more, harder, faster.

[Fucking stamina freak,] Armia thought. [I feel like I've been run over by a carriage. Repeatedly. And, I'm the one that did all the thrusting. Gods.]

She carefully extricated herself from the bed, scanning the room for her dress. Nothing. Not even a scrap of fabric to cover her modesty. Piles of Isabella's clothes littered the floor, but Armia didn't even consider squeezing into the kitsune's clothing.

[Fan-fucking-tastic. Guess I'll just parade around naked. That'll go over well.]

"Good morning, sunshine!"

Armia yelped, spinning around to find Kimiko leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on her face. The older kitsune was dressed in a silky robe with a collar that hung very low.

"I had a feeling one of you would be up soon," Kimiko said, her eyes roaming appreciatively over Armia's nude form. "You two made quite the entrance last night."

Armia's face burned. She moved her thick tail up to cover herself as much as she could... Which wasn't much, unfortunately.

"I... uh... what happened last night? How did we even get here?"

Kimiko's grin widened.

"Oh, you don't remember? You two came stumbling in around 3 AM. You still had your dick in her ass, by the way, while she was in your arms. You were carrying Isabella in front of you like some kind of very lewd luggage, all while she peppered your face with drunken kisses. It was quite the spectacle."

[... Wow.]

"My... My dress?" Armia managed to squeak out, desperately hoping for some scrap of dignity to cling to.

Kimiko shrugged, the movement causing her robe to slip tantalizingly off one shoulder.

"Your guess is as good as mine, darling."

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Ten mortifying minutes later, Armia sat at the kitchen table, a sheet wrapped around her body and a mug of coffee clutched in her hands like a lifeline. Kimiko had graciously provided water as well, which Armia gulped down gratefully.

"So," Kimiko said, far too cheerfully for Armia's liking. "How was the party? I hope you two kids behaved yourselves."

Armia mumbled something that might have been "nice" into her coffee, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, I bet it was," Kimiko winked, causing Armia to choke on her drink. "From what little I saw, you two certainly seemed to be enjoying yourselves."

[Is this what hell feels like? Because I'm pretty sure this is what the hells feel like. Complete with overly perky demon hostess.]

As Armia tried to regain her composure, a memory surfaced. Isabella, talking about a conversation with Kimiko...

[Right. That was what kicked it all off.]

To be honest, it had been an enlightening talk. Armia wanted to hear more about it.

"Um, Kimiko?" Armia ventured, desperate to change the subject. "Isabella mentioned something last night. About a walk you two took? You told her to... put her heart into whatever she does?"

Kimiko's expression softened, a nostalgic look crossing her face.

"Ah, yes. I remember that day. Isabella was so shy then, still figuring out her place in the world. Though I can't take credit for the advice. I learned that from Isabella's other mother, may she rest well."

"Other mother?" Armia asked, curiosity temporarily overriding her embarrassment.

Kimiko nodded.

"Yes, my late wife. She was... quite the force of nature, let's say," a fond smile fell on Kimiko's face. "Much like our Isabella is now. Driven and unbound."

Before Armia could process that or ask any more questions, a sleep-rumpled Isabella stumbled into the kitchen. Her hair was a mess, and she wore nothing but an oversized shirt that barely covered her ass.

"Morning~" Isabella yawned, stretching in a way that made her shirt ride up dangerously high.

"Good morning, darling," Kimiko purred back.

Without so much as another word, she made a beeline for Kimiko, pulling her into a kiss that was all tongue and obscene lip-smacking. Armia watched, wide-eyed, as Isabella's hands roamed over Kimiko's body with practiced familiarity.

[It's too early for this shit. Way, way too early.]

Armia rolled her eyes so hard she was worried they might get stuck.

"Do you two mind? Some of us are trying to eat here."

Isabella broke the kiss, turning to Armia with a wicked grin.

"Aww, feeling left out, scales? Don't worry, there's plenty of me to go around."

"I'd rather kiss a toad," Armia shot back, but her traitorous body remembered exactly how Isabella's lips had felt the night before.

When they finally came up for air, Kimiko grinned at Isabella.

"Did you tell Armia about the other piece of advice I gave you that day, sweetheart?"

Isabella's answering smirk was downright feral.

"Oh yeah. Demonstrated it, too. Multiple times, if I remember correctly."

"That's my girl," Kimiko beamed, like a proud parent discussing her child's straight-A report card.

Armia's brain short-circuited.

"Don't look so scandalized, scales," Isabella teased, plopping down next to Armia and stealing a piece of toast from her plate. "You weren't complaining last night when I was putting those skills to use on you. In fact, I seem to remember you begging for more."

"I hate you," Armia grumbled, but there was no real venom behind it.

Just residual embarrassment and a grudging acknowledgment that yes, Isabella's oral skills were indeed impressive and well-honed.

Isabella just laughed, stealing a sip of Armia's coffee.

"Hate you too, dragon breath. Now, can I please get some breakfast? I'm starving after last night's workout."

"Certainly," Kimiko replied. "Remember, don't-"

"Don't let fun get in the way of one's responsibilities, be it to one's own health or to their duties. Yes, mother, I remember."

"Good."

An hour and several awkward attempts at small talk later, Armia finally managed to escape the Summer household, atop a carriage Kimiko procured for her.

[Just get home, take a shower, and pretend last night never happened,] she told herself. [Easy peasy. Just don't think about Isabella's ass. Or her mouth. Or the way she moaned when you- NO. Stop it.]

A while later she made it. Finally, it was all done, and she could leave that intense, drunken one-night-stand with Isabella in the past, where it belonged.

[... Her ass really did feel amazing, though.] As frustrating a person as Isabella was, Armia couldn't deny that much. [Whatever. She won't want to do it again anyway. Just forget about it.]

But as she pushed open her bedroom door, her plans for selective amnesia came to a screeching halt. There, on her obnoxiously pink bed, sat a letter.

[Please don't be what I think it is,] Armia thought, her stomach sinking as she recognized General Neal's seal.

With trembling hands, she opened the letter and began to read:

"Dear Lady Armia,

I hope this letter finds you well. I regret to inform you that, in light of recent events, I must withdraw my proposal of marriage. While I hold you in the highest regard, I cannot align myself with someone who would engage in such... unseemly behavior as was displayed at last night's gathering.

The reputation of my house and my position within the military require me to maintain a certain image. Your actions, while perhaps born of youthful exuberance, are not befitting of a future general's wife.

I wish you all the best in your future endeavors and hope that you will find happiness on your chosen path, wherever it may lead you.

Sincerely,

General Neal"

"..."

Armia stared at the letter, waiting for the crushing disappointment to set in.

This was it, wasn't it? Her one shot at everything she'd ever wanted - respect, status, acceptance - gone in a puff of smoke.

But as she stood there, letter clutched in her hand, Armia realized something strange.

She didn't feel bad.

Oh, sure, there was a twinge of regret. A nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her she'd fucked up royally. But overwhelmingly?

All she could think about was how good Isabella's ass had felt around her cock, despite how strongly she tried to shove the thought out of her mind.

[What the fuck is wrong with me?] Armia wondered, a hysterical laugh bubbling up in her throat. [I just lost everything I've been working towards, and I'm thinking about that?]

But as she collapsed onto her bed, letter fluttering to the floor, Armia couldn't deny the strange sense of... relief washing over her.

[... No, this is probably for the best. I'll become a noblewoman one day. I'm sure of it. But... I won't do it like that.]

She'd learned something, today.

There was, in fact, a right and wrong way to go about this. In her mind, at least.