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

{Margaret}

Soon, the queen declared they'd be resting for the night and resupplying. That left the girls (and Melistair) to do whatever they wanted, within reason.

And so, Kimiko took both Margaret's hand and her daughters, whisking them away from the group. Immediately, it became clear Kimiko was dragging them toward the most obvious brothel in existence.

"A b-brothel?" Margaret sputtered. "Is this really the kind of social event we should be participating in today?"

Kimiko turned, pink hair catching torchlight.

"Sister, this is the BEST social event!"

"But the delegation—"

"Will be fine without us for one night." Isabella bounced on her toes. "Besides, auntie, when's the last time you got properly fucked?"

"Isabella!"

"What? It's a valid question!"

Margaret blinked.

[... Actually, when WAS the last time? Melistair's been so busy with work and Melisa with her lessons...]

"Come on." Kimiko grabbed her hand. "I've been here before. The Silk Petal has the best girls in three provinces."

The brothel hit Margaret with a wave of perfume the instant she walked in. Red silk draped from every surface. Cushions piled high. And kitsune were absolutely everywhere, dancing, laughing, and entertaining guests with various tricks.

Some magical, some magical.

"Ah, fresh meat?" A purple-haired beauty sauntered over. She wore a dress that looked like it was designed to pull eyes to the uncovered parts rather than actually cover much. "Kimiko Summer! It's been a while."

"It has, hasn't it?" Kimiko and that lady gave each other the tightest, most personal hug Margaret had ever seen.

"And you brought us presents?"

"My sister Margaret, my daughter Isabella. They need spoiling."

"I don't need—"

Three sets of hands pulled her deeper inside.

"Ooh, a nim!" Someone purred. "We don't get many of your kind."

"Those horns are adorable."

"Is it true what they say about nim stamina?"

Margaret's protests died in an instant as soft lips found her neck. Someone's tail brushed her thigh. Hands worked at her dress clasps with expert efficiency.

"Wait, I—"

"Shh." A redhead with golden eyes pressed close. "Let us take care of you."

[Oh. Oh my.]

By the time the first hard dick touched her thigh, Margaret's walls had all but crumbled.

---

An hour later, Margaret lay boneless between two gorgeous futanari who'd shown her things and positions she'd only ever read about. Across the room, Isabella had collected her own harem, and was still going.

[She definitely has her mother's stamina.]

Kimiko appeared with wine and a knowing smile.

"Better?"

"You're terrible." Margaret accepted the cup. "Corrupting me like this."

"Please. Remember when we were fifteen? You were the one corrupting ME."

"That was different!"

"Because we were in a barn instead of a brothel?"

Margaret blushed.

Admittedly, those memories felt like another lifetime. Before Kimiko found her true love and ran away with that woman. Before everything changed.

"I really thought we'd marry," Margaret admitted. Wine made her a little too honest these days. "Stupid, right?"

"Not stupid at all." Kimiko's hand found hers. "Just... not our paths."

"She made you happy. Your wife."

"She did. And Melistair makes you happy."

"Most days. Our daughters turned out... interesting, as well."

"That's one word for it."

They drank. Around them, pleasure sounds mixed with laughter. The Silk Petal knew its business and was absolutely shameless about it.

"I'm glad I dragged you here," Kimiko said. "Both of you. It might not seem like it, but she still needs teaching sometimes."

"Teaching? What does she need to be taught? How to suck someone off properly?" Margaret chuckled.

Kimiko smirked back.

"How to be unapologetically herself." Kimiko sighed with satisfaction. "It's the one biggest and clearest sign of weakness I see in people, back at Syux. People who just refuse their own nature. My daughter sure as all the hells won't turn out like that."

---

{Melisa}

Melisa wandered the village streets. Everything here screamed prosperity, though not in the same aesthetic coding Melisa was familiar with. Instead, success was shown through intricately carved buildings, jeweled fountains, silk banners.

She found Aria on a balcony, smoking something that smelled like cinnamon.

"That legal?"

"In Yalmir? Everything's legal if you're pretty enough. Or so I'm told." Aria offered the pipe. "Want some?"

"What is it?"

"Moonleaf. Mild relaxant. Helps with altitude."

Melisa took a careful puff. Warmth spread through her chest. Not unpleasant.

"Your mother disappeared with the kitsune," Aria noted. "Her sister, I caught?"

"Yep. They're probably at a brothel by now."

"You're remarkably calm about that."

"You met my family. It's nothing out of the ordinary for 'em."

"Fair point."

They smoked in companionable silence. Below, the village glowed with lanterns and life. Music drifted from somewhere.

"Does this feel like home for you?" Aria asked. "Being back in Yalmir?"

"Honestly? No." Melisa passed the pipe back. "I barely remember it. Left when I was nine."

"Where's home then?"

"Syux, I guess. After all... that's where I became who I am." She studied Aria's profile. "What about you?"

"Nowhere." The admission came easy. Maybe the moonleaf. "I've spent more time traveling than anywhere else. Diplomat princess, remember?"

"That why you wanted this trip? Excuse to leave?"

"Partially." Aria took another drag. "The palace feels like a cage. Beautiful, but still a cage."

"We, uh, had a saying for that. Heavy is the head that wears the crown."

"Yes? More like Heavy is the butt that sits the throne. You wouldn't believe how sore my ass gets."

Melisa choked on air.

"Did you just—"

"I'm high. Don't judge me."

"Never."

[She's adorable when she's relaxed.]

---

Dawn came way too soon. Margaret stumbled back to the caravan with spectacular sex hair and zero regrets.

"Fun night?" Melisa asked.

"I-It was... educational."

"That's what we're calling it?"

"Your cousin's a terrible influence."

"Just figuring that out?"

"Let's just go."

The caravan assembled slowly. Isabella looked insufferably pleased. Kimiko hummed something cheerful. Even Armia seemed relaxed, though she kept glancing at Sirah.

"Everyone ready?" Aria called. Back in queen mode, no trace of last night's softness.

[... Feels weird. Like a little glimpse at her that no one else might ever see, that I did get to see.]

"Ready!" Isabella chirped. "Hey, did you know kitsune can—"

"MOVING OUT," Melisa announced. "Everyone in carriages. Now."

The last leg passed quickly. Mountains gave way to the capital proper—a city that defied physics.

"Holy shit," someone breathed.

"Welcome to Yalmir's heart," Aria said. "Try not to start any wars."

"No promises!" Isabella called.

[We're so fucked.]

But Melisa smiled anyway. Whatever came next, at least it wouldn't be boring.

The guards at the gate wore armor that shifted colors like oil on water. They examined Aria's credentials with the kind of thoroughness that made everyone nervous.

"State your business," the lead guard said. Her fox ears twitched with suspicion.

"Diplomatic mission from Syux. The Matriarch expects us."

"And the... extensive entourage?"

"Personal guests of Lady Blackflame." Aria's tone could've frozen fire. "Is there a problem?"

The guard's eyes found Melisa. Recognition flickered.

"The nim mage." Not quite accusation. Not quite welcome. "We've heard stories."

"All good, I hope," Melisa said.

"Some. Others..." The guard stepped aside. "The Matriarch will see you immediately. No delays."

"Friendly," Isabella muttered.

"This is friendly for border guards," Kimiko corrected. "Usually they make you wait for hours."

"Remember," Aria murmured. "The Matriarch values strength and honesty. Don't try to play politics."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Good. Because you're terrible at politics."

"Thanks for the confidence boost."

"I prefer honesty." Aria's fingers grazed hers. "We do this together."

Together.

Right.

Just a... professional partnership between a queen and her special advisor. Nothing more.

The doors opened.

Time to face whatever Yalmir wanted to discuss.