Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 84

A bride was supposed to be deeply involved in the setup of her own wedding, but no one had bothered to ask me a thing in those final days leading to the ceremony. It wasn’t like it was a big deal. I wasn’t the kind of person who would become obsessive. It still would have been nice if I was asked a few things. I was left in the complete dark.

Of course, that didn’t mean I was left to be bored in my room. After I met with Oberon, the next twenty-four hours were me whisked around the castle as I was bathed, given a haircut, measured for outfits, and more. The Truthsayer was the one in charge of my preparation, although he didn’t seem the type to act as a wedding planner. As he made sure the right people were coming at the right times, he also explained to me the expectations and forced me to rehearse the proper words. Apparently, as a rising queen, I’d need to do a bit more ceremony than saying “I do.”

At first, I had been excited to see new people. Ever since I broke a few of them, Oberon had limited my access to my servants severely. However, if I had been hoping my exposure to fresh servants would allow me to play, I noticed the dead-eyed look in the servant girl who was responsible for my bath.

“My Jenai can do these tasks for me,” I responded bitterly.

“I’m sorry, my lady, but please bear with it.” The Truthsayer spoke in a tired voice that didn’t seem to be in the mood for shenanigans.

“I’m trying.” I frowned. “However, these zombies unnerve me. I can’t believe they are even good at their job.”

“Zombie?” He asked, and then shook his head. “These people were all skilled at their job before… ahem… they were selected as a part of my King’s good faith.”

“How does that work?” I asked.

“With open rebellion on the horizon, my King can’t afford mistakes. People can be bought, while soul puppets cannot. This was the cost my King was willing to pay to wed you.” He frowned looking at one of the women who was currently scrubbing my back. “They were good people.”

So, they weren’t hair stylists and servant girl puppets he had just sitting around. He had taken these people and gutted them out so he could trust them in the same room as me.

“Isn’t that a waste of talent?” I asked, my mouth feeling a bit dry even though I was sitting in steaming water.

He shot me a side look. “You will be queen from now on. Will your hair never need to be cut? Will new dresses never need to be sewn? These are Oberon’s betrothal gifts to you. Notice that they are all pretty men and women. They aren’t as durable as you… Jenai… but they will fulfill their duty, and won’t tell your darkest secrets, even under duress.”

“I see…” I responded, not even able to describe my feelings on the matter.

I had never known any of them as people, so how could I have any feelings toward their souls being destroyed and turned into walking puppets? Perhaps, had I been in Oberon’s position, I would have done the same. I didn’t feel all too insulted. It wasn’t that he was showing distrust in me, but distrust in the servants working under me. At the moment, the demon realm was divided allowing me to become their queen. Servants could leak news about me, and it seemed like Oberon was trying to keep any more news from leaking.

“My lady, you remember what I’ve been telling you, correct?”

“Hmm?” I brought up the scene a moment before in my head. “You said I must leave?”

I had been lost in thought and hadn’t been paying attention, but my mind was entirely different from the one I had come to this world with. Even when I wasn’t paying attention, I was able to recall back scenes from a short time before in excruciating detail. It wasn’t to the level where I would call it photographic, but it was functionally similar.

He relaxed slightly hearing I had been listening to him a bit. “Yes, it is custom among the demon realm. A bride and groom aren’t supposed to live together, and in the event they do, the bride must sleep someplace else the night before. In particular, she is to go to the church of the dragon god and stay the night praying.”

“Church? I guess since we’re getting married a church is unavoidable, huh?”

“Ma’am?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t know that the demon realm had a church.”

I knew humans had churches, and I had even visited many of them, but my time in the demon realm could be called sheltered at best. Whether it was my time with the Cambion, as Tigon’s slave and servant, the goblin nest, or the rape farm, I had never really learned much about the demon realm itself. I had needed to deal with the church after my fertility was restored as they were the primary source of birth control in this world, yes since being in the Demon Realm I hadn’t concerned myself with such a minuscule thing as pregnancy anymore.

The human church believed in the Lord and the Lady, a pair of celestial beings that created existence by fucking each other. It was a religion that suited my tastes rather nicely. Plus, the priesthood was not bound to celibacy like in my old world, and many of those old men were corrupt horndogs. A quick BJ was all it took to get a month’s supply of birth control. The church of the demon realm felt a bit different though.

After all, the Demon God was a real being. Bahamut existed, he had a name, and I had even fucked his severed cock. In a way, it was this act that had brought me to this point. It was his cock that finally caused me to level and gain my Rebirth. I should have died a burned corpse that night, but weirdly, Bahamut’s cock allowed me to claim revenge and rise to being the queen of the land, Perhaps, I owed his church a visit.

True to the Truthsayer’s word, I was sent out of the castle before the sun began to set. I was accompanied by four of my new servants, and I was allowed to take Jenai with me. I had to travel by carriage, and the doors and windows were covered for secrecies sake. We also left with only five soldiers. A larger procession would have drawn the eyes of those seeking to interfere with the wedding. Such a procession appeared to be created, a distraction heading to the largest and most ornate church within a few hour's ride of the castle.

To protect me and my identity, my smaller procession was sent to a smaller church hidden in the wilderness. I had a greater chance of being targeted by monsters than usurpers, and seeing my status as the mother of monsters, that probably wasn’t a problem. At least, that’s what the Truthsayer said as he sent me off.

“Haaah… ahn… haaah…” A young girl’s voice moaned next to me.

“Mistress should enjoy herself. These servants are quite accommodating.” Jenai declared, slapping her large strap-on dildo on the ass of the ginger girl bent over her seat.

I snapped out of my daze and glanced at the young girl. How old was she? She couldn’t be much older than sixteen. She might have been eighteen at most. Still just a baby. Then again, I was only twenty by my best guess. I couldn’t imagine myself being that young and innocent. Then again, innocence wasn’t the best way to describe the girl. There was no light in her eyes, she was just a shell of a girl who might have been quite spirited.

“I’m just enjoying the show,” I smirked slightly. “Break her in proper for me, will you?”

“As mistress commands,” Jenai gave a look that one might call deranged as she lined the strap-on up and slid it into the other girl’s ass.

“Ahhhh!” She cried out, her hands clenching the bench.

Just because she was soulless didn’t mean she was feelingless. Her body still felt pleasure and pain, it just lacked the free will to resist it. Jenai began to pump her ass, occasionally slapping it with her hand. Her hand was covered in various rings, and every time she hit the younger girl, she’d leave marks on her bottom, bruises, and cuts that would last for days. The young girl flinched with every strike, but as a part of her programming, she raised her butt back up with a wag to take the next hit.

I recognized the strapon Jenai was using too. It did not transmit pleasure to the user. In other words, it didn’t give Jenai any pleasure. Meanwhile, a young virgin like this girl couldn’t possibly feel pleasure being railed in her behind without lube. Jenai was merely being sadistic, and this puppet was the source of her current abuse. Even while this scene went on, the other three servants stared straight ahead, ignoring the scene happening next to them no matter how loud or graphic it became.

I watched for a time, but I didn’t particularly become aroused. I was still wearing my restrictive devices, and while such a scene would normally be enough to turn me on despite my restrictions, my mind was on other things. Jenai finished up her show by breaking into the other girl’s gag reflex. Our carriage slowed down to a stop, and Jenai went from gagging the ginger girl to dressed and seated in record time. The puppet responded just as quickly, and a moment later when the driver knocked and open the window, there wasn’t a single thing to see.

Seeing as he had been listening to it for the last hour, he had been hoping to see something graphic. I could see the disappointment on his face that he didn’t see whatever acts he had been hearing. The only sign anything happened besides a few lewd smells was the ginger’s slightly red face and hard breathing, as well as how she sat slightly off to the side as if sitting on her butt was painful.

“We’re here.” He announced.

“I would expect nothing less.” I ignored my servants and immediately rose to leave the carriage.

I stepped out into a dark forest. A single light hung up and denoted the door of the church. Had that light not been there, I wasn’t confident I’d have even noticed there was a church. That was how bad the visibility was in that forest. The guards and servants all waited on my next act, so I lifted my dress and walked up the stairs to the church. I lifted a large metal hoop and slammed it on the door three times. It gave off a loud reverberating noise.

There was a few moments of silence, and I was considering knocking a second time when the door finally opened. An old bearded priest opened the door. Actually, the church seemed to use red colors, and he also had horns, so he looked more like a demonic priest than a holy priest, which honestly fit what I’d expect from the demon realm in the first place.

“I’m up, what is it?” He asked in an irritable voice.

“My name is Aria, future queen of the demon realm. I was told you’d be aware I was coming?”

I wasn’t taken aback by his attitude. Rather, the way men treated me didn’t affect me much anymore. I had met too many men with honeyed words stab me in the back, or gruff and insulting men treat me nicely, that I allowed such a thing to affect my judgment. If I wanted to know what a man was like, I’d learn that in bed. Speaking of which, he was the first non puppet I could put my hands on since my honey trap in the labyrinth. It was the night before my wedding though, what was a girl to do?