Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 80

TOAD – Chapter 80

Time passed by blissfully within my dungeon. Oberon had followed the terms of our agreement, and a steady stream of criminals was brought. As the local jails were cleared out, new prisoners were shipped in from all over the kingdom to the castle. Since so many people were going missing, it was impossible to completely keep it a secret, even if they were the miscreants of the world. There were all kinds of stories spreading to explain it.

One story was that the demon lord had found a dragon baby, the child of the dragon god Bahamut, and was feeding them prisoners to help him grow into a powerful young dragon capable of returning the world to the demon kind. Another story was that they were being sacrificed and their blood was being harvested for some kind of grand ritual. Well, that guess was a bit closer to the truth. I was even surprised to hear a rumor that they were being fed to me, that I was a beast that fed on the prisoners to gain power, and this was my betrothal dowry.

That last one was essentially true, which was why I was shocked to hear it. I mean, I didn’t eat the prisoners exactly, and it wasn’t necessarily a part of my dowry, but it was still shocking that people were to guess so accurately. I hadn’t realized how far my reputation had reached. I had even heard about myself from some of the prisoners. The guards and the prisoners had been the source of most of my information, since I was locked down in the basement, so to speak.

While the guards were waiting to bring the next person or guarding the entrance, they would discuss any topics, although they seemed aware that the labyrinth had something to do with me because that sort typically avoided my name. My name typically came up in conversations between the prisoners. The prisoners that came in groups bantered with each other as they worked their way through my labyrinth. While they sat around the campfire eating what might be their last meal, they’d talk about Aria the Seductress.

My name was seemingly spoken with equal parts admiration and fear. I was a beauty, a sex goddess that could bring any man to the height of sexual pleasure. Well, that was true. Some said I’d show my true form right before they died, the appearance of an old hag. That was probably legends of the Cambions getting mixed into my own story. I never appeared haggish, even once, and every man died with a smile on his face, even if there was horror in his eyes.

Some stories claimed that I could enslave anyone with a look. Others claimed it was my voice that could ensnare a man. A few guessed accurately that it was my smell. Of course, I didn’t use the pheromones much anymore, but there was a time they had been my primary form of seduction. Nowadays, my aura of seduction was enough to ensnare most men. They simply needed to be in my presence. Closing their eyes, their noses, or their ears wouldn’t save them. Ever since the chemist, I had tried all of them.

Every time a new group traveled through my labyrinth, I’d change things up a bit. Sometimes, I’d drop hints at a great evil at the end. I would lead them to believe they’d have to block one of their senses if they wanted to get passed the final threat. Of course, many prisoners were too dumb to understand my hints, no matter how obvious I made them, and would blindly walk in and die for me. Yet, some of the smarter ones would figure it out and reach my lair blindfolded, with a pinched nose, or blocked ears. Yet, no matter what they did, they all ended up in my room. After that, they seemed to forget the warnings and were peeling off their measly protection and unhesitant jumping into my bed.

Every man was a little bit different, which is what kept it all fun. Some men were cold and aloof, while others were passionate and friendly. Some men would beat me and treat me like their sex toys, while others would kiss and hold me while saying sweet words. Of course, it was all by force. I was usually tied up and the men would force themselves upon me no matter how I protested, but in their corrupt and incarcerated minds, even while being forceful they could convince themselves it was love.

Some of the men remained rather silent, while others could be quite talkative. Those things I didn’t learn from overhearing guards and prisoners I was told directly by my lovers. Some of them did love to talk about everything, even while playing with my body. Some of them were liars, telling false stories and giving false promises. My deceptive abilities were unrivaled, so they couldn’t get a single lie passed me even if they wanted to.

It made it easy to know when a prisoner was being honest though, and that was perhaps where I heard some of the most interesting stories. Men would tell me about how they were put in jail. If a girl so much as showed a mild interest in a guy, there were no limits to what he might say to keep her interest. I was told sad stories of wrongful incarceration. Some of them were lies, but some of them were true. There was exactly one man I had allowed leave.

He was innocent but had been blamed for the crime of raping and murdering a young woman. As he explained what happened, I had been shocked to realize that I had heard his story prior. That was because the actual murderer was someone, I had played with a few days prior. This guy had taken the fall for the real murderer, but in this world of magic and monsters, one couldn’t expect the courts to be fair. I seemed to recall even in my world that prided itself on justice and truth, there were often failures in both.

I wiped his mind off me, a new skill I had just unlocked on a previous level up, Mind Manipulation. Anyone currently under my control could alter their mind at will. In the past, I could control someone and make them do whatever I wanted, but if that control ever broke, they’d be aware of the control and perhaps even messed up by what they were forced to do. With Mind Manipulation, I could make them forget or remember whatever they wanted.

In his case, rather than our lengthy sexual encounter, I gave him the memory of finding and killing the one who had gotten him sent to jail. I took away any fears or prejudices he had for humans and carefully implied he should leave the demon realm and find someone and live peacefully in the human realm. He was a passable human with only a few minor demonic traits, and I took care of those with the next ability I acquired, Body Modification. That ability allowed me to alter a person’s physical appearance. It had taken three points to evolve the skill to that level, but I felt it was well worth it. This was a permanent change unlike illusions, and I could use it on anyone, including myself.

I wasn’t sure why I had started caring so much about my skills again. When I had been on the rape farm, I had started to store them up. I had only ended up using them in a rage. I barely glanced at my status once every few months and hadn’t cared how it would develop. After reaching a certain level, the idea of becoming more powerful stopped appealing to me. Yet, then, everything still fell apart. Even when I didn’t try to start any fights, my world was still destroyed.

Then, I met the Demon King, and I started to realize the truth. Only through absolute strength would someone be able to have their way. I wouldn’t be able to be left alone until I controlled everything. That was why I was evolving skills with such precision now, always looking for the next big skill to help frame my path as a Demon Queen. I wouldn’t allow my position to be jeopardized again.

Thus, that was why I was sandwiched between two muscular men. One was sticking it into my wet pussy, while the other was sliding his rod in and out of my ass. My moans were lost as I slobbered over the thick, hard rod of a third man kneeling in front of me. The position was a mix of a DP cowgirl and the high five. When you started having more than two sexual partners, the positions started to be a blend of multiple positions.

“Mmmmnnn! Mmmm…” I moaned as a cock slid down the back of my throat satisfyingly.

Meanwhile, two cocks rubbed against each other, one in my asshole and one in my pussy. As they fought and twisted in my holes, fighting to fill my cavities, I was in complete bliss. This was exactly the kind of sex I was missing. The rape farm never let me have group sex sessions with the monsters, and I forgot how blissful it was to have multiple partners each with their own needs and wants.

It’s something I never really thought about before, but you don’t need to be a master of sex to have sex with one partner. With one lover to focus on, you can give them the best, most mind-blowing sex ever while only being good at sex. It was when you had many different lovers, and your body was being stretched, poked, and ripped apart to the limit while you needed to satisfy many different partners, that was when my skill was pressed.

I’m not even sure what I loved more, the pleasure, or feeling my body being pushed to my lips. I wanted it to hurt, to make me sore and tired, and to be able to barely move after I was done. The higher my level became, the harder it became to push me to the edge, but I was finally there. Suffice it to say, even though this was a notorious band of raping marauders, the pleasure was all mine.

The group fucking me were bugbears. They were hairy men with pointed ears, clawed feet, and big bulbous dicks. They had been raiding various farms, killing the men, and raping the women to death. They threatened to make me die from pleasure as well, so I welcomed the challenge.

As the bugbear went deeper and deeper into my pussy, he thrust his hips as deep as he could go. He groaned loudly as his balls slapped against my ass. He bit down on my shoulder as he continued pounding away at my pussy, his thick fangs breaking the skin. His friend on top of me breathed his girth on top while his dick slammed away into my ass. It was hard to breathe, as he was exceptionally heavy, and he showed me know consideration as he pressed himself on top of me.

With a third cock in my mouth, asphyxiation would have been quick. However, I wasn’t the kind of girl who needed to breathe, and the bitemarks healed nearly as fast as they made them. It was thankful that bugbears weren’t the most intelligent of the demonic species, or they would have realized that something was off. A normal girl would have died within five minutes, yet we had been going at it for nearly ten minutes and I didn’t want them to stop at all.

My juices ran freely down the shafts of their cocks as they fucked me like a prostitute. Their claws scratched my back, and the bugbears all treated me like their own personal onahole, but I loved it all. After all, I wasn’t the one who was trapped. They were trapped, and I planned to take everything I wanted from them.