Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 392: Unity

The adrenaline was finally starting to fade.

Melisa leaned against a decorative pillar, watching the festival resume around her. Nim and kitsune mingled freely now, the Shadow Mages’ attempted division having backfired spectacularly. Music filled the air, along with laughter and the smell of roasted meats.

[Holy shit. We actually did it.]

Her tail swayed lazily behind her as she scanned the crowd. No more suspicious figures. No more tense whispers. Just celebration.

A familiar voice cut through the noise. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"STEP RIGHT UP! Witness the future of magical combat!"

Melisa turned to see Isabella standing on an overturned crate, wand held high like she was about to perform a miracle. A small crowd of kitsune guards had gathered, some curious, others skeptical.

"This, my beautiful friends, is not just a stick!" Isabella twirled the wand between her fingers. "This is CONVENIENCE! This is POWER! This is your ticket to not dying in battle because you fucked up your spellsign!"

One guard, a tall kitsune with short purple hair, crossed her arms.

"And why should we trust some invention from a visiting kitsune?"

"Because I’m hot," Isabella grinned. "But also because I’m about to demonstrate!"

She pointed the wand at a nearby fountain. The water shot up in a perfect arc, forming a shimmering dragon that flew overhead before splashing back down.

The guards murmured appreciatively.

"No hand movements!" one exclaimed.

"Faster cast time!"

"How much?"

Isabella’s grin widened.

"For you lovely ladies? Twenty suns each. But wait!" She pulled out another wand. "Buy two, get a third at half price! Arm your whole squad!"

[She’s literally doing an infomercial. At a diplomatic festival. And it’s working.]

Melisa shook her head, smiling despite herself. The guards were already pulling out coin pouches, competing to be first in line.

"Mel! MEEEEL!"

Rakia appeared from the crowd like a pink and purple missile, grabbing Melisa’s hand.

"You’re not escaping! We have a victory dance to perform!"

"I thought we already danced?"

"That was the PLANNED dance! This is the SPONTANEOUS CELEBRATION dance!" Rakia’s eyes sparkled with manic energy. "Completely different!"

Before Melisa could protest, she was being dragged toward the main stage. The musicians saw them coming and immediately shifted to a faster, more sensual rhythm.

They climbed onto the stage. The crowd cheered, clearly ready for more entertainment after the excitement with the Shadow Mages.

"Just follow my lead!" Rakia whispered, then louder: "Let’s show them how nim and kitsune REALLY get along!"

The music pulsed. Rakia moved first, her body rolling to the beat in ways that made several onlookers choke on their drinks. Her bells jingled with each movement.

Melisa tried to keep up. She really did.

But Rakia wasn’t dancing. She was basically fucking the air with Melisa as her imaginary partner.

Their bodies pressed close. Rakia’s hands slid down Melisa’s sides, gripping her hips and pulling her flush against her. One of Rakia’s thighs slipped between Melisa’s legs as they moved.

[This is... this is just public foreplay with music!]

"You’re tense!" Rakia purred, spinning Melisa around so her back pressed against the kitsune’s front. "Relax! Feel the rhythm!"

Rakia’s hands splayed across Melisa’s stomach, holding her in place as they swayed. Her breath was hot against Melisa’s neck, and when she pressed her hips forward, Melisa felt the unmistakable hardness there.

[She’s hard. She’s hard and grinding on me and there are like two hundred people watching.]

The crowd was eating it up. Hoots, hollers, whistles. Someone threw flowers onto the stage.

"You’re amazing, you know?" Rakia whispered, spinning Melisa back to face her. Their foreheads touched, noses almost brushing. "So strong. So beautiful. So..."

She kissed her.

Not the quick peck from earlier. This was deep, hungry, Rakia’s tongue sliding into Melisa’s mouth like she owned it. One hand tangled in Melisa’s hair, the other gripped her ass and squeezed.

The crowd went absolutely feral.

Melisa’s brain short-circuited. Her hands gripped Rakia’s shoulders for balance, and she found herself kissing back on instinct. Rakia tasted like sugar and wine and possibility.

When they finally broke apart, a strand of saliva connected their lips. Rakia’s eyes were half-lidded, her face flushed.

"Now THAT’S unity!" someone in the crowd screamed.

Rakia gave an exaggerated bow, pulling Melisa down with her. When they straightened, the kitsune planted one more quick kiss on Melisa’s cheek before bounding off stage, leaving Melisa dazed and flustered in front of everyone.

[What... what just happened?]

Her lips were still tingling. Her pussy was definitely interested in a sequel. And judging by the knowing looks from the crowd, everyone could tell.

Melisa stumbled off stage, her face burning purple. She needed to sit down. Or drink. Or both.

She found Margaret sitting at a table near the edge of the plaza, a glass of wine in hand and an amused expression on her face.

"Quite the performance," her mother said as Melisa collapsed into the seat beside her.

"Don’t."

"I’m just saying, you and that girl have chemistry—"

"Mom!"

Margaret laughed, taking a sip of her wine.

"I’m proud of you, you know. That speech earlier. The way you handled those Shadow Mages." Her expression softened. "You’ve grown so much."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the festival unfold. Melistair had joined a group of nim doing some kind of traditional dance. Armia was arm-wrestling a kitsune warrior, both of them grinning competitively. Isabella had apparently sold out of wands and was now just flirting with her customers.

"Do you think it’ll ever end?" Melisa asked quietly. "The Shadow Mages. The fighting. All of it."

Margaret considered the question.

"I don’t know. There will always be people afraid of change. People who profit from division." She squeezed Melisa’s hand. "But there will also always be people like you. Fighting to make things better."

"That’s not really an answer."

"No," Margaret agreed. "But it’s the truth."

A messenger appeared at their table, a young kitsune with elaborate braids.

"Lady Blackflame? The Matriarch requests your presence in her private chambers."

Melisa blinked.

"Now?"

"Yes, my lady. She said to tell you..." The messenger’s cheeks colored slightly. "That the night is young and she would enjoy your company."

[Oh.]

Margaret’s grin was absolutely wicked.

"Well. Sounds like you have plans."

"It’s probably just... diplomatic stuff. Trade negotiations or whatever."

"Mm-hmm. In her bedchambers. Late at night. After she explicitly invited you earlier." Margaret’s tail swished. "Very diplomatic."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, sweetie. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!"

[That leaves literally everything on the table.]

Melisa stood, brushing off her outfit. Her heart was already starting to race again, but for entirely different reasons than the Shadow Mage fight.

The walk to the Matriarch’s chambers felt both too long and too short. Guards nodded respectfully as she passed. Servants gave her knowing looks that made her want to sink into the floor.

[Why is everyone acting like they know what’s about to happen?]

She reached the ornate door. Took a breath. Knocked.

"Enter," came Silviana’s voice, smooth as silk.

Melisa pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The chambers were enormous, decorated in white and silver with splashes of vibrant color. Plush furniture dominated the space. Silk curtains billowed in the night breeze from an open balcony.

And there, reclining on a massive pile of cushions, was the Matriarch.

She wore almost nothing. A sheer white silk robe that did absolutely nothing to hide her body. Her huge tits were fully visible, nipples hard against the fabric. The robe was open at the bottom, revealing her thick thighs and the massive cock resting between them, half-hard and absolutely intimidating.

Her nine tails spread out behind her like a fan, each one moving lazily.

Silviana smiled, the expression pure sin.

"Melisa. I’m so glad you came."

[Oh... We’re... probably not going to be talking much, are we?]

Melisa swallowed hard. Her mouth had gone dry. Every instinct screamed at her to either run or pounce, and she wasn’t sure which was winning.

She stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her.

The soft click of the lock might as well have been a gunshot.