Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 393: Reward*

"Come," Silviana purred, patting the cushions beside her. "Sit with me."

Melisa’s legs moved on autopilot, carrying her across the room. Her tail was already standing straight up, heart-shaped tip trembling.

[This is fine. This is totally fine. Just a casual evening with a kitsune fertility goddess-looking woman who wants to—]

Her thoughts cut off as she reached the cushions.

Silviana’s hand reached up, fingers trailing along Melisa’s jaw.

"You were magnificent tonight," the Matriarch whispered. "Strong. Brave. Compassionate." Her thumb brushed across Melisa’s lower lip. "I want to reward you properly."

Melisa’s breath hitched.

Melisa sat down, her body sinking into the obscenely soft cushions. Every nerve was firing. Silviana shifted closer, the movement making her tits wobble.

"You saved more than just my life tonight," the Matriarch said. Her hand moved from Melisa’s jaw to her shoulder, fingertips tracing patterns on bare purple skin. "You saved relationships that took decades to build. Gave me time to repair what the Shadow Mages tried to break."

"I just... did what felt right."

"Mm." Silviana’s smile was warm, genuine. Her hand slid lower, resting on Melisa’s thigh. The touch felt like it was burning Melisa, even through the fabric. "But I won’t lie to you, Melisa. Even with tonight’s success, their propaganda will still take root." Silviana’s expression dimmed slightly. "People are always looking for something or someone to blame for their problems. The Shadow Mages know that. They plant seeds of doubt, and those seeds grow in the dark corners of frustrated hearts."

"So tonight didn’t fix anything?"

"It bought time. Goodwill. Proof that nim and kitsune can stand together." Silviana’s nine tails curled inward, brushing against both of them. "That’s more valuable than you know."

Melisa nodded slowly. The weight of politics always felt heavier than any spell.

"But enough of that." Silviana’s voice dropped an octave. Her hand squeezed Melisa’s thigh, then slid higher. "I didn’t invite you here to discuss geopolitics."

[Oh fuck.]

"I invited you here because you’re beautiful, powerful, and I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment you walked into my palace."

The bluntness made Melisa’s pussy clench.

"Would you like to share the night with me?" Silviana asked.

"I..." Melisa’s voice came out embarrassingly breathy. "I wouldn’t say no to that."

Silviana grinned.

"Good."

She moved with confidence and grace, straddling Melisa’s lap in one smooth motion. The sheer robe did nothing to hide the massive cock pressing against Melisa’s stomach, hot and hard and thick as her forearm.

[Holy shit. That monster is going inside me.]

Silviana’s hands cupped Melisa’s face, tilting it up. Their lips met, and it was nothing like the playful kiss with Rakia. This was claiming, possessive, Silviana’s tongue sweeping into Melisa’s mouth and dominating every inch of it.

Melisa moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to grip Silviana’s hips. The kitsune’s skin was impossibly soft, warm under her palms.

"I’m going to ruin you," Silviana whispered against her lips. "I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name."

"Please."

The Matriarch pulled back slightly, eyes gleaming. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Undress. Now."

Melisa scrambled to obey, her fingers fumbling with the clasps of her festival outfit. Silviana watched, one hand slowly stroking her cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

The outfit hit the floor. Melisa’s body was on full display, her purple skin flushed darker with arousal. Her tits were heavy and full, nipples hard peaks. Her pussy was drenched.

"Beautiful~" Silviana breathed. "Absolutely beautiful."

She pushed Melisa back into the cushions, crawling over her like a predator stalking prey. Her nine tails fanned out, creating a canopy of white fur above them.

"I’m going to start with your pussy," Silviana announced, settling between Melisa’s spread thighs. "Get you nice and wet. Nice and ready."

"I’m already—oh fuck!"

Silviana’s tongue was magic. Literally, probably. She licked one long stripe up Melisa’s slit, then dove in like a woman starving. Her tongue pushed inside, fucking in and out while her nose pressed against Melisa’s clit.

Melisa’s hips bucked, her hands flying to Silviana’s hair. The Matriarch’s ears twitched at the touch, and she moaned into Melisa’s pussy, the vibration sending sparks through her whole body.

"Fuck, fuck, that’s—I’m gonna—"

Silviana pulled back, grinning wickedly.

"Not yet. You don’t cum until I’m inside you."

She grabbed Melisa’s thighs, pushing them up and back until Melisa’s knees were by her ears. The position left her completely exposed, pussy and ass on display.

"Look at you." Silviana’s fingers traced around Melisa’s dripping pussy, then lower, circling her tight asshole. "So perfect. So ready to be filled."

She pushed one finger inside Melisa’s ass, slow and gentle. Melisa gasped at the intrusion, her body clenching around it.

"Relax," Silviana purred. "You’re going to need to if you want to take all of me."

She worked Melisa open with patient skill, adding a second finger, then a third. Each addition made Melisa whimper, the stretch burning in the best way.

"Please," Melisa begged. "Please, I need it. Need you inside me."

"Patience." But Silviana’s cock was leaking steadily now, her own arousal clear. "Where do you want it first? Pussy or ass? We have all night."

"Pussy. Fuck my pussy, please."

Silviana withdrew her fingers and positioned herself, the fat head of her cock pressing against Melisa’s entrance. Even just that felt huge, stretching her wide.

"Ready?"

"Yes, please, just—"

Silviana pushed in.

Melisa’s back arched off the cushions, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, more than she’d ever taken before. Silviana kept going, inch after impossible inch disappearing inside her.

"Breathe," Silviana commanded, holding still when she was halfway in. "You’re doing so well. Taking me so beautifully."

Melisa could barely think. Her pussy was stretched impossibly wide, clenching around the massive intrusion. She could feel herself dripping, her own arousal easing the way.

Silviana pulled back slightly, then pushed in deeper. Melisa felt the head of her cock kiss her cervix, and she saw stars.

"All the way in," Silviana whispered, her voice strained with her own pleasure. "Look at you. Taking every inch like you were made for it."

She started to move, slow at first, letting Melisa adjust. Each thrust dragged against every sensitive spot inside her, the thick cock filling her completely.

"Faster," Melisa gasped. "Please, I can take it."

Silviana’s control snapped.

She grabbed Melisa’s hips and started pounding, her cock slamming in and out with wet, obscene sounds.

"That’s it," Silviana growled. "Take it. Take all of it."

One of her tails teased Melisa’s asshole, pressing against it but not entering.

"You want more?" Silviana asked, breathless. "Want me in both holes?"

"Yes! Fuck, yes, please!"

The tail somehow hardened at the tip and pushed into her ass, thick and soft and absolutely perfect. Melisa came instantly, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down on Silviana’s cock like a vice.

Silviana didn’t stop. She fucked Melisa through her orgasm and kept going, chasing her own release. Her movements got rougher, more desperate, her fingers digging into Melisa’s hips hard enough to bruise.

"I’m close," Silviana panted. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside," Melisa begged. "Fill me up, please, I want it all."

Silviana slammed in one final time and came with a roar. Her cock pulsed, shooting what felt like gallons of hot cum directly into Melisa’s womb. It just kept coming, spurt after spurt, until Melisa’s stomach visibly bulged with it.

When Silviana finally pulled out, cum gushed from Melisa’s pussy, pooling on the cushions beneath her.

"Fuck," Melisa breathed, her whole body trembling.

"We’re not done yet," Silviana said, her cock still hard. "I promised to ruin you, remember?"

She flipped Melisa onto her stomach, pulling her hips up.

"Now let’s see how that ass takes me."

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{Much, much later}

Melisa stumbled onto the balcony, her legs shaking.

[Holy. Fucking. Shit.]

Her entire body hummed with satisfaction. Every muscle felt like jelly. Her pussy was thoroughly used, still leaking, and her ass... well, she wasn’t going to be sitting comfortably for a day or two.

Silviana had been thorough. Extremely thorough.

She’d fucked Melisa in every position imaginable. Bent her over furniture, pinned her against walls, held her up in the air. Melisa had lost count of how many times she’d cum, her body wrung out and oversensitive by the end.

And when Silviana came...

[I think I blacked out for a second there.]

Melisa leaned against the balcony railing, letting the cool night air wash over her. Her outfit was somewhere back in the chambers, probably destroyed. She’d thrown on a borrowed robe that barely covered anything.

The festival was winding down below. Lights still sparkled, but the crowds had thinned. Couples and groups wandered toward various accommodations, clearly planning to continue their own private celebrations.

"Couldn’t sleep either?"

Melisa jumped, spinning around.

Aria stood in the doorway to an adjacent balcony, her own robe wrapped tight around her small frame. Her white hair was loose, falling past her shoulders in a way Melisa had never seen before.

"Aria! I didn’t... I mean..."

[Does she know what I was just doing? Can she tell? Do I smell like sex?]

"Relax." Aria stepped onto her balcony, moving to the railing. "I’m not going to interrogate you about where you’ve been."

The knowing look in her grey eyes suggested she already knew exactly where Melisa had been.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, both looking out at the city.

"This almost felt like a vacation," Aria said quietly. "Strange as that sounds, given the assassination attempts and Shadow Mage plots."

"A vacation?"

"Mm. Getting away from Syux. Seeing new places. Making decisions without the entire court breathing down my neck." She smiled, but there was sadness in it. "When I get back, it’ll be all ’Rhaya this’ and ’Rhaya that.’ War planning. Resource allocation. Casualty reports."

Melisa moved closer, leaning on the railing beside her.

"Sounds exhausting."

"It is." Aria’s shoulders sagged slightly. "Sometimes I miss being the princess. Back when I could take trips just for fun. Before every decision carried the weight of thousands of lives."

The vulnerability in her voice made Melisa’s heart ache. She’d seen Aria as the composed queen for so long, it was easy to forget she was only three years older than Melisa herself.

"What if..." Melisa started, then hesitated.

[Fuck it. Just ask.]

"What if we extended the vacation? Another day or two. Give yourself a break before heading back."

Aria turned to look at her, surprise clear on her face.

"I can’t just—"

"Why not? The Matriarch clearly likes having us here. The diplomatic stuff is done. And honestly..." Melisa bumped her shoulder against Aria’s. "You deserve a break."

Something shifted in Aria’s expression. Her usual mask of regal composure cracked, revealing the young woman beneath.

"You’re right," she said softly. "I do."

They stood closer now, barely a hand’s width between them. The moonlight caught Aria’s hair, making it shimmer like starlight.

Melisa’s heart was pounding again, but for entirely different reasons than in Silviana’s chambers.

"Aria, I—"

The queen moved first, closing the distance and pressing her lips to Melisa’s.

It was nothing like the hungry kiss with Rakia or the dominating passion with Silviana. This was soft, tentative, almost shy. Aria’s lips were warm and sweet, tasting faintly of wine.

Melisa froze for a heartbeat, then melted into it. Her hands came up to cup Aria’s face, gentle, reverent. The queen’s hands gripped the front of Melisa’s borrowed robe, holding on like she might fall if she let go.

When they broke apart, both were breathing hard.

Aria’s face was flushed pink, her eyes wide. She looked adorably flustered, nothing like the composed ruler Melisa was used to.

"I..." Aria started, then stopped. Cleared her throat. Tried again. "That was..."

"Nice?" Melisa offered, grinning.

"Shut up."

But Aria was smiling too, a real smile that lit up her whole face.

Melisa couldn’t resist teasing.

"So... is there more where that came from? When we get back to Syux, I mean."

Aria’s blush deepened. She looked away, but her lips quirked up at the corners.

"Maybe."

The single word held a world of possibility.

They stood together on the balcony, shoulders touching, watching the last lights of the festival flicker out. The cool breeze carried the scent of flowers and distant music.

Melisa’s tail curled contentedly behind her.

[Maybe politics aren’t all bad,] she thought, sneaking a glance at Aria’s profile. [If they lead to moments like this.]

"We should get some rest," Aria said eventually, though she made no move to leave. "Tomorrow we can tell the Matriarch we’re extending our stay."

"And what are we going to do with that extra time?"

Aria finally looked at her again, grey eyes gleaming with something that might have been mischief.

"I’m sure we’ll think of something."