Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 245 : Loyalty, Part Three

{Margaret}

It was shaping up to be one of those nights.

Margaret had just gone through the latest batch of love letters she received courtesy of the nobles she spent time with alongside Kimiko. They'd been charmed, they'd been enamored. They were also barking up the wrong tree.

Sure, sucking some dick and eating some pussy at a party was one thing. But... there was only one person she planned on having nights like these with.

[Two candles, two glasses of wine, lingerie so revealing I may as well be naked...] Margaret smiled to herself. [I'm ready.]

And, if she knew her husband well, which she'd like to think she did, he'd return in 5... 4...

*Click*

Someone, she had a very good guess as to who, unlocked the front door and came in.

[Showtime! As Melisa would say~ I wonder where she got that word from. Can't say I've heard anyone say that before her.]

Margaret quickly took up the position she'd rehearsed a couple of times. On her side, she waited a couple of seconds and...

"Honey, I'm-"

Melistair stopped.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets after taking just a step or two in the room, his eyes fixing on Margaret's body.

"Welcome home~" Margaret drawled, running a hand over her thigh. "Looks like you've had a very. long. day. Come over, and I'll give you a little massage."

... Lots of nights had begun like this between them over the last couple of decades. It was all routine, Melistair would walk up, Margaret would rub his arms and slowly make her way down to his dick, they'd have sex, they'd go to sleep, and she'd kiss him before he went to work the next day.

They'd done it a million times and yet Margaret had not grown tired of it.

"Wow, did your arms get even bigger?" She whispered into his ear. "You look so big and rugged~"

"Thanks, I... I guess maybe my arms have gained a- oh, gods." His breath hitched as Margaret's hand reached his thigh.

Yep, from here, Margaret would soon be on all fours, getting pounded from the back exactly the way she liked.

Except, something happened.

Just as things were getting good, Margaret got an odd smell.

[Huh?] She stopped. [It... kinda smells like...?]

"Mel," she said. "Is something... burning?"

Melistair looked at her with confusion for a moment. Then, he paused for a moment and stood up.

"You're right. Something's burning. Did someone break a lantern or something?" He asked quietly before opening the door.

Margaret followed him out.

The burning smell got stronger with every step.

Margaret rushed down the manor's hallway, her lingerie forgotten in the urgency of the moment. Behind her, Melistair was already reaching for the door, his earlier arousal completely gone.

The recent news resurfaced in Margaret's brain.

[Please don't let it be what I think it is.]

It was exactly what she thought it was.

The front yard of Javir's manor was ablaze, orange flames licking up the decorative vines that had taken years to grow. Through the flames, Margaret caught glimpses of purple skin disappearing into the darkness.

Other nim, fleeing the scene of their handiwork.

"Those bastards!" Melistair's fist clenched. "After everything we've-"

"Not now," Margaret cut him off. "We need to focus on stopping the fire before it spreads!"

"Right, you're right. What... What do we do?" He muttered.

The flames were climbing higher, threatening to reach the second floor. Margaret's mind raced through their options. Water buckets would take too long. Javir herself probably wasn't even home. Chances were she was probably passed out at her office again, face-down in paperwork.

[So then, who...?] She thought about it for just a second and an answer came. [Wait... Jaylin!]

"Mel, Jaylin's room. Now!" Margaret grabbed her husband's arm, already turning toward the stairs. "She's a mage, she can handle this!"

They charged up the stairs. The smoke was getting thicker, and it was already getting a bit harder to breathe.

[Please be awake, please be awake, please be awake...]

Margaret didn't bother knocking. She burst through Jaylin's door, Melistair right behind her.

"Jaylin, we need your-"

"What the HELL?" Jaylin shot up from her bed, a book tumbling from her lap. Her eyes went wide as she took in Margaret's state of undress. "Why are you... what are you wearing..."

[Oh, right. The lingerie.]

"Focus!" Margaret snapped her fingers in front of Jaylin's face. The girl's cheeks were turning redder by the second. "The manor's on fire. We need your water magic. Now!"

That got her attention.

"Fire?" Jaylin jumped out of bed. She was wearing a simple nightgown, but at least she was decent. "What do you mean the manor's on-"

A crash from outside cut her off.

"Mel," Margaret turned to her husband. "Check on Hazel. Make sure she's safe."

He nodded and took off running. Margaret grabbed Jaylin's arm, pulling her toward the window. The girl tensed at her touch but didn't pull away.

Through the window, the flames were getting worse.

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"How- Who-"

"Other nim did this," Margaret explained quickly. "But we can talk about that later. Can you handle it?"

Jaylin slowly calmed down. Soon, despite her usual awkwardness, there wasn't a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"Of course I can handle it. Stand back."

She raised her hand, took a deep breath, and began to draw a spellsign.

[Please let this work,] Margaret thought, watching the flames dance in the reflection of Jaylin's determined eyes. [And please let Hazel be okay...]

"Aqua, propella, surge!"

Jets of water shot from Jaylin's hand, arcing through the night air. The flames hissed and sputtered in response, but Margaret could immediately tell something was wrong.

"These aren't normal flames," Jaylin grunted, sweat beading on her forehead. "Magical in origin, for sure."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning it's less a matter of water snuffing out fire and more so my Essence fighting someone else's. Still, if it was just some nim who probably learned how to use magic just a year ago, I should be able to handle this easily."

Footsteps thundered down the hall. Melistair burst in, carrying a very confused Hazel in his arms. Margaret's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her youngest daughter safe and sound.

"Whas' happening?" Hazel mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Her nightgown was on backwards and her hair was sticking up in every direction. "Why's everyone yelling?"

Margaret rushed to them both, pulling Hazel into a tight hug. The girl squirmed, still half-asleep.

"Mom, you're not wearing clothes..." Hazel's nose wrinkled. "And it smells weird."

[Oh, for the love of- Of course this would be how my sexy night ends, gods dammit! Standing here practically naked while my daughter complains about smoke.]

"Give me some space!" Jaylin snapped, her face somehow getting even redder. Whether from the effort of spellcasting or from stealing glances at Margaret's barely-covered body was anyone's guess. "I need to focus."

She took a deep breath, planted her feet firmly, and raised her hand higher. Her nightgown clung to her body with sweat, but her hands were steady.

"Aqua, tempestas, descende!"

A new spell burst from her hand with enough force to make the windows rattle. A torrent of water crashed down from above, finally overwhelming the magical flames.

In moments, the front yard was a soggy, smoking mess.

Jaylin's shoulders slumped as she panted.

"Phew... Did it," she nodded to herself.

"You did great," Margaret squeezed her shoulder, ignoring how the girl tensed under her touch. "Though I think you might have drowned Javir's rose bushes."

Javir snorted.

"Still, even though I managed to snuff out the fire... That was a bit stronger than it should have been."

[Well,] Margaret thought, watching the last wisps of smoke drift away, [so much for my romantic evening. But at least we're all safe... and Javir's garden needed watering anyway.]

She looked back to where the nim retreated.

[Melisa needs to hear about this though. And Javir.]