Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!-Chapter 411: Stakeout

{Isabella}

"You want me to help you track down criminals." Raven said, her face as blank as ever.

"Counterfeiters," Isabella corrected. "They’re ruining my business."

"And you came to me because...?"

"Because you spent your entire childhood training as an assassin and you’re really good at finding people who don’t want to be found?"

Raven considered this.

"I suppose that’s fair."

"So you’ll help?"

"... Sure." Raven shrugged. "Lord Cassian is giving a lecture at the academy today. He doesn’t need protection in a room full of mages."

Isabella clapped her hands together.

"Perfect! Let’s go stake out the shitty workshop."

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The workshop looked even sadder in daylight.

Isabella and Raven crouched on a rooftop across the street, watching the front door. They’d been there for two hours. Nothing had happened except one customer going in, coming out five minutes later with a paper-wrapped package, and Isabella having to physically restrain herself from tackling the guy and smashing his purchase.

"This is boring," Isabella said.

"Stakeouts usually are."

"How did you do this as a kid? Just sit and wait for hours?"

"I was trained to remain motionless for up to twelve hours at a time." Raven’s eyes never left the workshop door. "This is nothing."

"That’s deeply fucked up."

Movement. The workshop door opened and Derrick stepped out, looking around nervously before heading down the street.

"He’s moving," Raven said, already rising to a crouch. "Follow me. Stay quiet."

Isabella wanted to point out that she knew how to be quiet, thank you very much, but Raven was already moving across the rooftops faster than she could argue. Isabella followed, her tail tucked tight to avoid knocking anything over.

They tracked Derrick through the merchant district, across a small plaza, and into a narrow alley that led to a warehouse near the river. He knocked on a side door, three quick raps, and was let inside.

Raven found a window on the second floor. They peered through the grimy glass.

Inside, a group of maybe eight people sat around a long table covered in wand components. Wooden cores, metal fittings, carving tools. At the head of the table stood a woman with short dark hair and a no-nonsense expression, gesturing at a diagram on the wall.

"That’s not just Derrick," Isabella whispered. "That’s a whole operation."

"The woman appears to be in charge." Raven’s eyes tracked the room, cataloguing details. "Based on body language, she’s been doing this for a while. The others defer to her."

"Who is she?"

"Unknown. We’ll need to find out."

The meeting continued for another hour. Isabella caught snippets through the window when people raised their voices. Production quotas. Distribution routes. Something about "expanding to the eastern district."

When the meeting finally broke up, Raven tracked the woman to a townhouse in a nicer part of the city. A few discreet questions to neighbors, plus some light breaking and entering of her mailbox, revealed a name.

Saskia Vorn.

"I’ve heard of her," Isabella said as they regrouped on yet another rooftop. "She used to work for one of the legitimate magical equipment suppliers. Got fired for cutting corners on quality."

"And now she’s running a counterfeit operation."

"Using MY designs to make garbage that hurts people." Isabella’s tail lashed. "I want to report her. Now. Tonight."

"Not yet."

"What? Why?"

Raven’s grey eyes met hers.

"We have one meeting. One location. If we report now, the city guard might raid the warehouse, but Saskia will claim ignorance. Say she was just visiting. The others will scatter and start up somewhere else." She shook her head. "We need more. Documentation. Multiple meetings. Proof of her direct involvement in production and distribution."

"So we keep watching."

"We keep watching."

Isabella groaned, flopping back against a chimney.

"This is going to take forever."

"Probably a few more days. A week at most."

"A week of sitting on rooftops doing nothing?"

"Yes."

Isabella stared at the sky, thinking. Then a smile spread across her face.

"Okay. But if we’re going to be stuck here, I’m going to need entertainment."

"What kind of entertainment?"

Isabella’s hand found Raven’s thigh.

"The fun kind."

Raven looked down at the hand. Then back up at Isabella.

"We’re on a stakeout."

"A boring stakeout where nothing’s happening." Isabella’s fingers walked higher. "Come on, Raven. Live a little."

"This will affect my efficiency."

"Your efficiency at sitting still and watching an empty building?"

"Yes."

But Raven didn’t move away. And when Isabella tugged at the waistband of her pants, she lifted her hips just enough to help.

[There we go.]

Isabella worked Raven’s pants down and settled between her legs. The rooftop was uncomfortable, the tiles digging into her knees, but she didn’t care. Raven’s pussy was already wet, which was gratifying. The girl might act like an emotionless statue, but her body was honest.

"Keep watching the building," Isabella said, grinning up at her.

"That’s not—"

Isabella licked a long stripe up her center.

Raven’s breath caught.

"That’s going to make it difficult to concentrate."

"That’s the point."

She got to work. Raven tasted clean, simple, no fancy soaps or perfumes. Isabella licked and sucked and teased, finding the spots that made Raven’s thighs tense, then backing off just to be mean.

"Isabella." Raven’s voice was strained. "This is highly unprofessional."

"Mmhm."

"We’re supposed to be gathering intelligence."

"Mmhm."

"Someone could see us."

Isabella pulled back just long enough to say, "Then you’d better cum quietly," before diving back in.

Raven, to her credit, did try to stay quiet. But as Isabella focused all her attention on her clit, sucking and flicking with her tongue, small sounds started escaping. Tight little gasps. A bitten-off moan. Her hand found Isabella’s head, fingers threading through pink hair.

"I’m—" Raven’s hips jerked. "This is—"

She came with a shudder, her thighs clamping around Isabella’s ears. Isabella worked her through it, gentling as the aftershocks faded.

When she finally pulled back, Raven was staring at the sky, her expression almost dazed.

"That was unnecessary."

"But fun." Isabella wiped her mouth, grinning. "Admit it."

A long pause.

"It wasn’t unpleasant."

"High praise from you."

Raven sat up, pulling her pants back into place. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, the only sign that anything had happened.

"We should continue the surveillance."

"Sure." Isabella settled back against the chimney, still grinning. "Same time tomorrow?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Raven didn’t answer. But she didn’t say no either.

[This is gonna be a fun partnership.]