Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 79

“Ahh… ahhh… ahhh…” I moaned in ecstasy.  

He used me for hours like his own personal toy. He had fucked me in every hole on my body and used it until it was sore. Prisoners who had been cooped up and sexually frustrated were a different breed. They had a lot of stress to unload, and I was exactly the kind of girl who was good at taking a load.

He didn’t go soft on me either. He slapped, punched, and choked me numerous times. Of course, I wasn’t wearing the restrictive ornamentation that the demon king favored so much. I was free to use my powers to their fullest. I just held back and let him have his fun while I took advantage of as many multipliers as I could summon. Before this, I had used up the rest of my skill points into my multiplier skills. If I wanted to seriously reach level 90, it wasn’t going to happen with just fucking a bunch of guys.

The higher I leveled, the harder it became to level. I had managed to make it to the third class with quantity, but the experience demands only increased while the experience gains decreased. When I was a first classer, fucking a second class gained me so much. Now, I’d be hard-pressed to find a man who was at a higher level than me, and as a result, all of my experiences took a major hit. This was the primary reason I had seemingly stopped leveling since my time in the goblin colony.

To circumvent this, I knew I had extra skill points, and I also had exactly the kind of skills that needed evolution. These were skills that increased the amount of experience that I gained. On top of making this labyrinth my sanctuary, I also received bonus experience for a myriad of reasons. Of course, there was still a multiplier attached to every position I took, but I also received bonus experience with strangers, for anal sex, when doing ass to mouth, and a variety of other conditions.

When it came to the prisoner and his abundance of sexual desire, I was able to convince him to fulfill most of the conditions. We ended up having a blissful few hours of sex. However, things eventually had to come to an end. I absorbed the man and his life essence as well. I did so immediately as he came for the tenth time inside me. The sudden exhaustion that overtook him he figured was a result of reaching climax. However, as the draining continued, he began to grow worried. He tried to pull away from me, but I wrapped my legs around him and held him inside me.

“What are you… what’s happening?” He asked, his voice growing panicked.

I didn’t stop though, and by the time he finally put his full strength into trying to escape, I already drained him to the point where he couldn’t resist me.

“Shhh…Just enjoy my body.” I whispered, my voice infused with temptation.

“No… you… you… bitch.” He barely managed to get out those words as he panted, staring at me with fear and confusion.

If one saw this man now, they’d never connect him with the man who had dominated and toyed with my body to his delight. He ignored every tear, every shout of pain, and every plead as he had his way with my body. Don’t get me wrong, it was all an act. I couldn’t even feel pain like a normal person, since it was so wrapped up in pleasure. Furthermore, I didn’t have a sense of justice or righteousness. Had he been a better man, things still would have ended up this way.

He let out his last breath, his body a white desiccated corpse. The strong and virulent man was nowhere in sight, and even his close lover wouldn’t recognize him. Well, being a prisoner, he probably didn’t have any of those. I finally got off of him. His dick had long lost the ability to penetrate me and had shrunken and shriveled just like every other part of him. I was ignoring all of that though since my eyes were on a beautiful sight.

Congratulations!!! You have leveled to Demon Queen level 71!

All stats have increased by one.

You have one Skill point.

Special Skills Available:

Captive Slave (Passive): When under captivity, your captors will increasingly like you.

Drop of Blood (Passive): You bleed virginal blood every time you have sex.

Damsel’s Call (Active): When you activate this skill, your voice will give anyone who hears it the impression you are in trouble and need to be saved.

It had been a long time since I had even bothered looking at new skills. Since learning I could evolve skills, I never felt like anything was worth more than what I already had. This set was no different. Captive Slave was meaningless to the likes of me. I could seduce and make anyone become infatuated with me. I also had Bondless, so I couldn’t be forced into captivity even if someone wanted it. Any captivity I allowed myself to be in would be willful, and any person would be well within my control.

Although I had just thought about wanting to restore my virginity, I didn’t want to be bleeding over every dick. Perhaps, if I bought it, I could evolve it into something else after my next level up. However, that something might not be what I expect. Instead of a drop of blood, I could be shooting fountains out of my vagina. I’d much rather not take any chances with my evolution.

The last ability was no better than the others. My art of manipulation was very near mastery. I hadn’t gotten whatever it was that might push it that extra step. One of the reasons I went to such lengths to do this play was exactly to gain that last level. Either way, it was high enough that a skill like Damsel’s Call was useless. If I wanted to convince someone I was troubled and needed to be saved with just my voice, I wouldn’t need some special skill to do it!

“Unless…” A thought suddenly came to me.

I used up my point to select Damsel’s Call, nearly wincing as I used up my precious point. I wouldn’t be earning too many more of those. Level 90 was likely as high as I’d ever go, which meant I only had 19 points left, and then that was it. Still, I had a theory…

Art of Manipulation has obtained Mastery!

All manipulation skills maxed.

Damsel’s Call has evolved into the skill, Lover’s Truth.

Lover’s Truth (Active): When you activate this skill, you can convince any lover that what you speak is the absolute truth. This ability may only work immediately after intercourse. You may only use it once per lover.

“Yes!” I cried out, making a fist in the air.

It was an embarrassing moment, but one is only seen by a desiccated corpse. My prediction turned out to be true. Damsel’s Truth was a manipulative skill, so simply by adding it I increased my knowledge of manipulation enough to achieve mastery. I hadn’t expected the skill to then evolve because of the mastery, but I wouldn’t fight a good thing. Lover’s Truth allowed me to convince someone of anything. Even with my manipulation, if someone didn’t trust me, no level of coercion would gain his trust.

This was a rare opportunity to get that trust. It had many restrictions, but the result was absolute. If I told my lover the sky was red, even though we could both see it was blue, he would take me at my word and believe it. At least, that’s how I felt this would work. Unfortunately, it only worked one time. I couldn’t keep a cucked boyfriend by telling him I hadn’t cheated on him. That truth would only work once, although it would work even if he walked in on us and saw it himself.

“Well, that was fun.” I sighed. “Hmm? Another coming already?”

Of course, I couldn’t have it that one man was being sent at a time. That wouldn’t allow me to reach the Demon King’s due date. I had instructed them to drop a new prisoner every 8 hours. The labyrinth took about 8 hours to finish, and that gave me about eight hours to play with my toy, clean up and rest, and then start my next game. However, this guy managed to get through my labyrinth a bit faster than I expected. Perhaps, he’d be made of stronger stuff than my last toy.

I waved a hand, and the labyrinth consumed whatever was left of the corpse. It sunk into the bed and then disappeared, dissolving or evaporating. I didn’t know how it went, it was just gone. I used my skills to clean myself and look immaculate once again. I pounced into bed and got my restraints on again with only moments before a man looked into my room. Compared to the previous, he was a bit more handsome. He had the rugged looks of a thief, rather than the cruel look of a thug.

“Help! Help!” I cried out tearfully.@@novelbin@@

“A woman?” He asked, seemingly taken aback.

His eyes turned down the hallway to where I knew the exit was sitting. There was indecision in his eyes. Perhaps, he thought I was a trap. He was more careful than the previous man. His speed hadn’t come from bravado, but because he had managed to sneak and hide, skipping most of the battles and the respective recovery time those battles would have taken. He was truly a rogue from top to bottom, including his unwillingness to trust anyone.

“Please, I don’t want to die here!” I begged tears in my eyes worthy of an award.

He looked one last time at the exit, and then came into my room. He was one more victim of my honey pot. He was a sweet guy too. He untied me, trying to encourage me to leave with him. Of course, I didn’t want to leave. He resisted for a bit, really wanting to leave the labyrinth before we did anything. I managed to rile him up enough that he allowed me to suck his cock. I went to my knees and gobbled his dick. A prisoner like him was erupting in my mouth after only a minute.

“Haaah… hah.” He gasped. “Okay, we need to go now, alright?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I told him, looking up at him seductively. “You don’t need to worry at all. We’re safe here.”

He blinked. “Y-yeah… I guess we are.”

It turned out Lover’s Truth did have some advantages. Oral sex was still sex. We became lovers, and he believed me absolutely, no matter how distrustful his nature usually was. It was a shame this happened to be a time in which I was lying. We made passionate love several times. He was rather gentle, but also intense. He liked to kiss a lot, and he was a good kisser too. He was the kind of guy who would have broken plenty of farmer girls’ hearts.

Yet, in the end, I sucked him dry as well. It was nothing personal. The last few hours were nice, but I had a higher purpose now. The Demon King had a goal, and his goal was worth the lives of these prisoners. As his future wife, I could only do what was asked of me to help him achieve his goal. As a result, man after man entered my dungeon. After a few days of this, I even allowed multiple men to enter. These were typically gangs that had formed within the prisoners, or people who were imprisoned who came from the same group.

Whether it was one man or a dozen, they all landed in my honey pot. The experience was good.