How to [Not] Outcharm a Succubus 1
«Boys, boys, boys. You're like a broken record,» I grunted at Fira, downing a shot of slyvänka she unearthed from the depths of my mom's kitchen cabinet.
Fira's hazel eyes sparkled through her ruby bangs as she grinned back. She was 6 months my junior, while the other two girls, snuggled on the living room sofa along with us, blue-eyed and blond sisters Ëseńa and Božena, trailed behind me by 1 and 2 years respectively. And, to tell the truth, all three of them were a handful: Fira – boasting non-stop about the boys she bewitched at school, Ëseńa – gasping excitedly over every detail, and Božena – fretting whether it was okay to do such things.
To be clear – it wasn't.
Sure, [Bewitching] is sorta "passive ability" inherent to witches, which means it's impossible to switch it off completely, but common sense dictates to keep it low key, avoiding excess attention. And as for me, I had my own reasons to suppress it as much as I could. Specifically, not to let it influence my friends.
«I'm only saying, boys are fun,» Fira poured herself another shot of the sweet, potent drink. «Don't you ever have fun yourself, Lada?»
«Of course I do,» I retorted, my sour mood deepening.
It was the summer solstice night, a time for adult witches to revel in their freedom, and yet, here I was, stuck at this "pajamas party" with a bunch of kids. I had been babysitting this mini-coven for what felt like forever, since they were tiny tots and I was even younger than Božena now. Every solstice and equinox I had to watch over them while our moms frolicked at a sabbath. But, they aren't toddlers anymore! Why can't they just take care of themselves?!
I'd had to reschedule my plans with my friends for tomorrow, which made neither of us happy (they said they had a surprise for me), and on top of that, now I was doomed to endure this brats' annoying babbling!
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«O-o, really?» Fira leaned closer, radiating curiosity. «And who's the lucky one? Someone we know?»
Ëseńa piped up, eyes sparkling, «I overheard our moms talking, Lada's been hanging out with not just one, but two boys! Are they mages?!»
I nearly choked on my drink, caught off guard, feeling my cheeks redden. Gossiping was indeed another witches' "ability" they couldn't turn off. Yet, for most of them, with their constant struggle for power, someone with no magic, like my friends, would never be more than just a one-off toy. The thought hurt.
«They aren't mages! So what?!» I snapped. «They don't even know I'm a witch! And I plan to keep it this way!»
«It's fine, Lada! It's fine,» Božena chimed in soothingly, then looked at Fira and Ëseńa. «There are many tales of witches falling in love with ordinary men, you know.»
«Love?!» Fira burst laughing. «I know a nifty hex against love!»
«Love's not an illness!» Božena pouted.
My irritation reached its limit. Will you stop repeating "love, love, love"?! It has nothing to do with love! Gods, I've had enough!
«I'm off to sleep!» I stood up abruptly, confiscated the bottle from Fira's hands, and gave the trio a stern gaze. «And I'm warning you lot! No potions brewing, no naked butt dancing, and absolutely no summoning any monsters! Got it?!»
Registering their surprised nods, I turned away and stomped upstairs. In my room I took one more swig before flopping down on my bed. The sweet liquor burned my mouth, but it made the dull evening a bit more bearable. Drifting off to sleep I dreamt of tomorrow… of getting rid of this dratted duty and finally having fun… with my friends…
The next morning, a pounding headache greeted me. As I opened my eyes, I regretted that last swig of slyvänka. Squinting against the harsh morning light and muttering an anti-hangover hex, I rolled over… to meet a pair of glowing crimson eyes staring at me.
«Wa-a!» I yelped, tumbling off my bed in a tangle of sheets.
The eyes peered over the bed edge, belonging to a stunning demon girl. Her dainty black horns peeked through neck-length pink hair matching her plump, glossy lips. Neatly folded on her back, her wings complemented her thin, spaded tail that wiggled gleefully. She wore nothing more than leather panties fitting her slender butt and a tight corset hugging her full, round breasts.
«Good morning,» she said in a sweet, cheerful voice, looking completely unfazed by my reaction. «I'm Adeĺ.»
To be continued…