Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 85

“I’m sorry, what am I supposed to be doing?”

I heard an irritated sound, and couldn’t help but wince as the old priest glared in my direction. I was kneeling in the main church room. My servants had all been sent off to my bedroom to get it ready. I was sure Jenai was currently making sure all of my servants were wet and ready for me when I returned. Yet, after kneeling in silence, the old man had gone back to his work reading some kind of religious text in the corner, and I was left to my own devices. Fifteen minutes passed without anything changing, and I was starting to wonder if I was doing something wrong. The Truthsayer had said I needed to spend the night praying, but he couldn’t have meant the entire night, right? A bride needed her sleep before the day of the wedding.

“My name is Father Isaac.” He slammed down the book he was reading and moved in front of me, gesturing to the object I was kneeling in front of. “And that is the statue of the great dragon god, Bahamut.”

“Yes, I recognize it,” I responded before I could help myself.

The first time I had seen a statue like this had been in the gardens of the King of Nidia. It had been there to help him toot his own horn about having been involved in the dragon’s death, although everything I had heard since suggested that it was the hero who had killed the dragon god. King Nidia would have been a young man and I wasn’t even sure if he was involved with the hero’s party. Somehow, he had managed to get his hands on the dragon god’s dick though. That, I knew all too well.

The statue in front of me wasn’t all that different. The statue in Nidia had been designed to be scary, to show people how imposing the enemy that the King presumably fought had been. This version of the statue focused less on size, and more on its teeth, but it seemed also to instill fear. Although the Nidia dragon looked feral and wild, this one looked regal and wise.

“You are here to tremble upon the dragon god’s glory.” He declared, lifting his arms. “Does he not make you fearful?”

“Fear…” I spoke thoughtfully as I looked up at him.

Although he was an imposing statue, the first thing that came to my mind wasn’t fear. Instead, I felt a bit wet between my legs. Although Bahamut’s large thing inside me had torn up my insides and likely led to some internal bleeding that led to my near-death experience, I had experienced many demonic and monster dicks since then. Bahamut was still my biggest. Why, he had needed six grown men to force him into me the last time, but he wasn’t even hard then.

The naughty seductress in me couldn’t help but wonder just what it would be like to be under that dragon as he pounded away. I’d already fucked horses and centaurs, so why not a dragon? It wasn’t like I was going to do it. I wasn’t bored or suicidal enough to attempt something so destructive. However, it didn’t stop a girl from fantasizing. It was like a housewife dreaming of banging the plumber. It might make her wet, but she’d never be able to live with the consequences.

“Well?” The man had a commanding voice that echoed through the chapel peers.

“Ah!” I licked my lips. “I am afraid.”

He frowned as he watched me. My words had come out a bit more playful than intended, and he could sense I wasn’t being serious at all.

“Girl, do you have any clue about Bahamut?” He demanded.

“I know he’s a dragon,” I responded. “That the humans summoned a hero from another world and killed him.”

“Bahamut wasn’t just a dragon.” The man growled, reaching out and touching the statue with reverence in his eyes. “He was a god. Bahamut was the last living god of this world. He was immortal without equal, powerful, elegant, and generous. He was a conduit for all of existence to thrive. He maintained this world and those on it for a million years.”

“An immortal who died by human hands,” I responded snidely.

“He was already at the end of his life when they came and interrupted the ceremony. The very King you seek to marry was his protégé, and the man he selected to succeed him. You should understand this.” He turned and looked down at me where I was on my knees. “Too many have forgotten the age of the gods, the age of dragons. Bahamut was the strongest and last of his kind, but he went into hibernation, and then those humans came like a plague. Only Oberon was capable of reaching Bahamut. Only he gained Bahamut’s recognition. Do you understand what that means?”

“Oberon’s a great guy?”

“Oberon is a god!” He responded. “He may not carry the mantle, but he was chosen by Bahamut, and one day, he will rise and take Bahamut’s place on the throne.”

“He’s already the King…”

“I mean the eternal throne!” He spat, shaking his head. “A god does not fraternize with harlots.”

“You’ve never met the Greek gods.” I chuckled.

“You still speak with mockery?” He frowned. “You wish to marry a god, and you act with such frivolity? You don’t seem to understand the situation you’re in. This marriage can only move forward with my blessing, with the Dragon God’s blessing. I could end this wedding with the snap of a finger!”

I frowned slightly, the good humor draining from me. I had never liked stuffy and rigid people in the first place. I had always liked that the nobles of this world had all been a bit deviant and naughty. If they had been a stuffy night full of posh and pompousness, it would have driven me crazy. I didn’t know whether what he told me was the truth or not. I had a feeling that Oberon didn’t care if he had the permission of the church or not. However, if I couldn’t get this man’s permission, it’d probably be a headache for him later.

It would have been nice if I had received a warning before this. I had only been secretly and suddenly shipped out to this hidden church in the middle of the wilderness a short time prior, and I wasn’t told about any people I needed to impress, especially not some stogy old demon priest, or was he a reverend? I didn’t even know so much. I could only assume this was another test from that husband of mine. He wanted to see how I would handle this unpleasant man.

I lowered my head and put on my most apologetic look, pulling on the beauty and charm that had managed to bring me this far in this world. “I am sorry, Father Isaac. Please educate my ignorance. I did not grow up in the demon realm, and no one informed me about the proper etiquette in marriage.”

I was used to debase myself. I’d been used as a cumdumpster and a punching bag. I was poked, prodded, insulted, and humiliated. Yet, there was something particularly unpleasant about lowering my head to this guy. Worst of all, his expression didn’t soften a bit. He merely stared at me like I was dirty on his shoe. After a moment of silence, he began speaking.

“You wish to know why you’re here? It is because you’re a filthy sinner.”

“I am.” I agreed, trying to sound sincere. “However, if this is about sin, why isn’t the husband here too?”

He rolled his eyes. “Women are particularly adept at being sinners. Her sins carry a relationship, which is why the bride must shed herself of her sins the night before her wedding. Women these days are only increasingly sinful. They sleep with other men before marriage and carry on in deranged sexual acts for more than just procreation, I’ve even heard they’ve started to use objects crafted to look like the phallus to pleasure themselves when they can’t find a man to do it for them. It’s sick.”

“Ah… y-yeah…” I scratched my head.

I wasn’t sure how he’d react to finding out I was the woman who had created the sex toys he was talking about and spread them across the land. Thankfully, he wasn’t paying attention to me as he spoke, seemingly looking off as if he was lost in thought.

“Only by purifying your body and your soul can you be suitable for marriage. For someone who intended for a god, that purification will have to be even more vigorous. Typically, a night of quiet contemplation and prayer in front of the Bahamut statue would be enough. The fear of Bahamut weighs deep on a person’s heart. I’ve seen women break kneeling under that statue, crying and confessing all of their sins. Yet, you seem completely relaxed. Either you are a sinless woman, or your sins are so deep that even a representation of our god can’t purify you.”

“Could it be the former?” I asked innocently.

His eyes finally turned to me, and they looked rather beady and terrorizing. For the first time since I had seen him, a smile appeared on his face. I’d have rather seen him with a frown.

“No…” He shook his head. “It seems like I’m going to have to take more extreme measures with you. We have only eight hours, and within those eight hours I will need to clean your soul of all of your sins.”

It was hard to say what I felt at that moment. I knew I was a sinful woman. I wasn’t someone so pompous as to declare that I had no sins. I just wasn’t someone who believed those sins could be washed away. My sins were bone-deep, baked into my very existence. Forget eight hours, I didn’t think I could wash away my sins in a million. I had killed, raped, broken, and stolen. This man was only guessing about me, but if he knew the true darkness in my heart, he’d likely want me dead instead.

Yet, a strange part of me didn’t want to fight this. Perhaps, I could be forgiven of my sin. Perhaps, I could wash away and purify. This was a world of magic, after all, and all kinds of things were possible in this world that would have been impossible in my old world. At the very least, I was willing to give it a shot.

I put out my arm and the Father eagerly grabbed my hand and started to pull me away. Strangely, I felt like I was being pulled to my death.