Tales of a Seductress

A week had gone by, and other than the food, Reinhart didn’t return, nor did they bring in a new monster. Neither felt that alarming at first. Reinhart occasionally had to go on trips to whoever he reported to, and those could take a week or more before he returned. Furthermore, if he had reported my current situation, then they would know there was no point in sending in another beast. I wouldn’t be producing anything but Reinhart’s baby for a while.

I stroked my stomach, even though it was still perfectly flat. I did feel somewhat anxious, but only because I expected Reinhart to return more quickly. He had seemed excited by the prospect of having a child, and I wanted to share it all with him. I hoped he didn’t turn out to be a deadbeat dad. Otherwise, I would have to raise the baby on my own. I didn’t mind so much if he wanted nothing to do with the baby. I just wanted cock. What was it about pregnancy that made me so horny?

Every time after I had a monster, I’d jump on Reinhart three times a day. I had gone a week without any cock, and it was making me unhappy. I used my tools aggressively, but there were some things that tools couldn’t replicate. There was the sound of a man moaning in orgasm, the feel of a hard body pressing down on you, and the hot breaths as he panted and thrust into you, for starters. Yet, I had gotten some nice toys to play with while I was waiting.

They were top of the line from Protter and Sandar. They seemed to be doing good for themselves, as their product had even gone so far as to be a hot commodity on the demon continent. They had promised I could have free toys for life. After all, I was the one who had first conceived them. However, I owed the pair a lot. They had saved my life in many ways. The least I could do was offer them patronage. Well, it wasn’t like I was in a position to make myself known to them anyway, and it was probably for the better their connection to me wasn’t known.

Thus, I had pushed an 8-inch dildo into my snatch while simultaneously press a small stone that functioned as a bullet vibrator against my clit. I always enjoyed the double stimulation. The current generation of Sandar and Protter didn’t require any mana channeling. You just pressed a button and it would go vrrrrr… It made it so any woman could use it, and it certainly meant I didn’t have to concentrate as much and could just go wild, but I didn’t like it.

My original toys had no speed filter. The more mana you put into them, the more they shook. I could make it vibrate so hard that my teeth shattered. This low frequency might be enough to satisfy a simple housewife, but my libido required something a little stronger. Oh, that wasn’t to say that I didn’t cum, but I could have a dozen orgasms and still be horny. My pussy was a perpetual sensory machine, and my brain seemed to soak up any amount of oxytocin without ever-growing overwhelmed.

About my only chance to remain satisfied was to make my pussy numb from overuse. Even then, my rapid regeneration prevented that release from lasting at all. I was right back to be horny again in fifteen minutes. It was still fun getting to the point of sexual exhaustion, especially when I had someone who then forced me to keep going after.

“Ahhh… Fuck… Aria… fuck!! Yes… Yes! Mmmmm!” I came in a very satisfied manner.

Was it weird that I called my name when I masturbated? Technically, I was just fucking myself, so why shouldn’t I call my name? Part of it might have come from all of these years of isolation. Even when I was with King, it wasn’t like he used words. The goblins had their own barely existent language, and so I had very few people to talk with. Since being here, I would often go weeks without talking to anyone. As a result, I had started to refer to myself in the third person. Looking at my actions from a detached point of view, kind of gave me a feeling like there was more than just me.

As I finished up and began the cleanup, I started to feel sleepy. My exhaustion felt somewhat unnatural, but I couldn’t help but close my eyes. I immediately began to feel like something was off, so I opened my eyes and sat up. I turned to see Reinhart sitting there, smiling at me.

“Reinhart?” I asked.

“Aria…” He responded jovially.

He was smiling too much. The Reinhart I knew didn’t smile so much. He was loving, but he had always been a chronic pessimist. The only thing that ever made him excited was talks of alchemy and science.

“Why are you smiling like that?” I demanded.

“I’m just so happy about the baby.” He declared.

I blinked. “Did they give their consent?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t they? Rather, what could they do?” He shrugged.

Those were the words I wanted to hear, but why did they feel phony to me. Something was off. I turned my head, looking around the room. It looked like my room, but there was something off about it. This wasn’t my room. I just knew it.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Sweetie.” He reached out for me. “Let’s make love. I want my cock inside you. Don’t you want me inside you?”

I slapped his hand away, shaking my head. The room seemed to vibrate slightly. He reached out and shoved me to the bed, trying to kiss me. I let out a roar and summoned fire. It flew out and struck his face. His hair ignited, and the heat started to cause his face to melt. Even while this was happening, he acted like he didn’t notice. He kept leaning down, trying to kiss me with half-melted, lips and skeletal teeth.

“Get the fuck off!” I kicked.

For a moment, the entire scene disappeared. I was in a dark room surrounded by dozens of people. I could see people in long black robes chanting off spells.

“She’s waking up!” A voice cried out.

“You said the spells would work.”

“She’s resistant.”

“Resistant? These are powerful enough to keep down a demon lord! What the hell are you doing!”

“Magicians! Use as many stones as needed! Keep her under!”

There was a white light, and I was back in the room. Reinhart was there back in the chair. He wasn’t smiling this time, but he looked worried.

“Are you okay? You look like you just had a scary dream.”

“A…a dream?” I panted, looking around.

I was in my room, just how I was when I went to sleep. Everything looked perfect. Everything looked normal. Except, I was covered in sweat.

“Yes, you just had a bad dream. I just got back and decided to wait for you.” Reinhart explained. “My bosses… they are not happy about the pregnancy.”

“They aren’t?” I asked, looking around suspiciously. “Are they going to interfere?”

“They’re still deciding.” He sighed. “Don’t worry, I will keep fighting.”

He brought out a

hand and gently touched my leg. I looked down at it.

“Why don’t you come a little closer?” I asked, smirking. “It’s been a week. I’m so fucking horny right now. I want your cock.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled back, standing up and walking to me.

He laid down on top of me, his hand moving up my shirt as he started to kiss my cheek. I reached up and grabbed hold of his head, and then I twisted. There was the sound of a crack as I broke his neck.

“I am the Mistress of Dreams. I don’t have a dream I don’t want.” I growled.

He didn’t say a sound as his throat let out a death rattle. I then kicked him to the side, his body flopping out of my bed. I immediately sat up, forcing my way out of the bed.

“You dare! Do you wish to restrict me? You wish to hold me?” I screamed. “Let go!”

The world seemed to shimmer and break, but when everything was done, I was still standing in the same room, except that it was dark. I heard a noise, and I spun around. To my surprise, someone was sitting there who wasn’t Reinhart. It was a mildly fat woman with a stern look on her face.

“Who…”

“Who am I?” She spoke over me before making a face. “I am your new caretaker.”

“New caretaker?” I frowned.

After careful consideration, the higher-ups have decided that your relationship with Reinhart is to be terminated immediately He has been sent away, and you have been assigned a new liaison, me.

“They could have picked someone more attractive.” I frowned.

“Hmph… yes…” She raised an eyebrow at me. “You would say that. However, you will no longer be allowed to screw around.”

“Oh?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“You have been given far too much freedom. Many women in this place had had to give their civic duty, but they all do exactly as we say exactly when we say it. You’re the only one who has dared to act so boldly.”

“I’m the only one that keeps this whole thing running.”

“Debatable.” She responded. “All we need is your skill, whatever skill it is that allows you to do it. It is possible to take that skill, and give it to another.”

“Are you threatening me?” I asked.

“No, I am informing you. I putting you in the proper place that Reinhart didn’t have the guts to do. I am a specialist for the demonic empire. I’m sent in to deal with problem children. Are you a problem child, Aria?”

“I’m not your problem,” I responded dismissively, finding her increasingly irritating. “So, why did you incapacitate me earlier? Were you trying to take my skill?”

“No, if we wanted to take your skill, we’d need to murder you.”

“Oh?” I tapped my finger on my lips. “Let me guess, whatever skill taker skill you have, it only takes one skill upon death. With the number of skills I have, what are your chances? Are you willing to roll the dice?”

She didn’t answer, but she made a face. “You are smart, Aria. Perhaps a bit too smart. Just understand that if you become too much of a problem for us, then you will be removed.”

“All I want are my nine months. I will take care of my baby, and you can have whatever the hell you want from me.”

“That isn’t acceptable.” The woman responded sternly.

“That isn’t a choice…” I shot back, but as she gave me a look, I suddenly had a bad feeling.

I immediately pulled up my status.

Name: Aria

Class: Demon Queen

Titles: Town Bicycle, Gang Banger, Soncon, Goblin Slut, God Killer, Dragon Layer, The Reborn, Illusion Breaker, Lesbian Lover, Rough Rider, Slut, Solo Player

Level: 8 (68 Total)

Statistics: Strength 74, Intelligence 75, Wisdom 76, Endurance 101, Agility 74, Charisma 131

Resistance: Asphyxiation 2, Carnal 7, Charm 2, Cold 4, Concussion 3, Damage 10, Disease 10, Fear 3, Heat 3, Illusion 10, Magic 3, Mental 21, Pain 12, Panic 5, Poison 15

Standard Skills: Barter 6, Climbing 2, Dagger 4, Flee 2, Life Sense 6, Massage 2, Multitasking 6, Monster Taming MAX, Sword 7, Throwing 3, Whip 6

Advanced Skills: Lip Reading 2

Arts:

Art of Alchemy (Basic Alchemy, Mana Alchemy, Potion Making, Poison Making, Advanced Alchemy) Total Level: 77

Art of Manipulation (Conceal, Deception, Etiquette, Illusion Magic, Acting, Disguise, Role Playing, Sleight of Hand, Sneak, Stealth) Total Level: 94

Art of Magic (Elemental Magic, Enchantment, Fire Magic, Magic, Magic Sense, Rune Creation, Water Magic) 70

Mastery: Sex

Special Skills: Absorb, All Nighter, BDSM, Beautification, Below the Belt, Black Widow, Bondless, Cat’s Meow, Celestial Whip, Charmless, Command, Control, Dungeon Mistress, Eternal Loyalty, Empower Enchanted Item, Eye of the Beholder, Fragrant Passage, Frenzy, Fuck Buddy, Fusion, Influence, Kama Sutra, Limit Break, Lover’s Loyalty, Mana Breath, Magical Accentuation, Master of Dreams, Monster Tamer, Mood Setter, Perfection, Phoenix Rises, Inventory, Possession, Princess Kiss, Regen, Restriction, Sanctuary, Seduction, Seed of Life, Sex Life, Sexual Experience, Sexual Fortitude, Sexual Saint, Soul Bind, Soul Eater, Stalker, Submission, Temptress, Disease and Poison Immunity, Targeted Pheromones, Title Holder, Voyeur

Positions: Aries, Asian Cowgirl, Ballet Dancer, Ben Dover, Bobbing for Apples, Corkscrew, Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Daisy Chain, Deep Stick, Doggie Style, Double Dip, Double Oral, Downward Dog, Eating Out, Face to Face, Face-Off, Fingering, Flatiron, Fully Loaded, Gemini, High Five, Italian Chandelier, Kneeling Blowjob, Lap Dance, Leap Frog, Leg Up, Missionary, Ol’ Fashioned, Pinball Wizard, Pretzel Dip, Reverse Cowgirl, Rockin’ Rockette, Rodeo, Scissoring, Seashell, Sidewinder, 69, Spooning, Stand and Deliver, Standing Spit Roast, Sultry Spooning, Tabletop, The Doggy Deluxe, The Caboose, The Fan, The Libido, Three’s a Crowd, Two in One, Valedictorian, Wheel barrel, Woman On Top, Workout

Status Effect: None, Illusion Spell: Pregnancy

I shook visibly when I saw those words at the bottom. I was no longer pregnant. More than that, they had attempted to put another illusion on me to make me think I was still pregnant. It would likely fool someone else, but such a cheap trick wouldn’t fool me.

“What did you do with my baby?” My eyes narrowed.

These higher-ups probably didn’t realize it, but their futures depended entirely on that answer.