Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 26

“Did you bring that for me?” I asked, stroking my son’s head affectionately as I took the weeds from his hands. “Oh, that’s so sweet.”

I leaned down and kissed his green forehead. He blushed slightly and gave a toothy grin, exposing his sharp canines. He then spun around and ran back out of the room I had claimed as my own. This was a fort, after all, so I eventually found a room that hadn’t been destroyed by the goblins and made it my place. I had a bed, a dressed, and even managed to find some female clothing. It wasn’t that there were female soldiers, but women who had previously been brought by the goblins and stripped gave me a bit of selection.

It had been two weeks since my little baby’s birth, and he was no a bucking young child. He was as tall as any adult goblin, but he still looked youthful. Like there was room to grow. I quickly began to realize that he wasn’t like other goblins. Although his skin was green, his ears were pointy, and his teeth were sharp, he didn’t have the same bulbous head as other goblins. His penis looked like that of a human, and while most goblins moved with a slouch, his back was straight. He seemed to be bigger, faster, and smarter than his peers.

Compared to the other goblins which were a little better than dogs, he could understand directions and seemed to genuinely want to please me. That’s why he ended up going outside and then brought me a handful of weeds fashioned into a bouquet. I had found a few books and read them to him. The other goblins had no interest, but he listened happily. That’s where he had learned about flowers. Of course, he had also brought me a few dead animals. I cooked them up. It turned out better than anything I could get the goblins to provide me.

He really was growing up so quickly. Every day, he gained an inch or two and seemed to learn a new skill. Compared to a human child that would still be crapping himself at this point, this monster baby was far superior. I was happy to be its mother. That said, my job had suddenly changed to Demon Queen. Why would my acceptance of this baby give me such a controversial title? There already was a Demon King, and I certainly had no connection to him. He likely had the job Demon King as well. That was just a guess, but I remembered Nova had the job Bandit King as a third-tier job, so it made sense to me that other Kings would be similarly powered.

In reality, a very select few ever reached the third tier. A 2^nd tier already met the conditions of being an elite. The third tier was reserved for heroes, famous adventurers, masters, and geniuses. Well, you could be a master fisherman and end up in the third tier, so it wasn’t something too amazing. However, such people would be like doctors from Earth. There was a small percentage of the population that was highly specialized in whatever field they were a part of. Since that was the case, what kind of field was Demon Queen?

“Status…” I muttered.

Name: Aria

Class: Demon Queen

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

Level: 5 (65 Total)

Statistics: Strength 71, Intelligence 72, Wisdom 73, Endurance 96, Agility 71, Charisma 128

Resistance: Asphyxiation 1, Carnal 7, Charm 2, Cold 3, Concussion 3, Damage 10, Disease 10, Fear 3, Heat 3, Illusion 10, Magic 3, Mental 21, Pain 12, Panic 5, Poison 10

Standard Skills: Barter 3, Climbing 2, Dagger 3, Flee 2, Fire Magic 8, Life Sense 5, Magic MAX, Magic Sense 7, Massage 1, Multitasking 4, Monster Taming MAX, Rune Creation 1, Sword 5, Throwing 2, Water Magic 6, Whip 5

Advanced Skills: Elemental Magic 3, Enchantment 4, Lip Reading 2

Arts:

Art of Alchemy (Basic Alchemy, Mana Alchemy, Potion Making, Poison Making) Total Level: 48

Art of Sex (Anal, Bondage, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Deepthroat, Handjob, Masturbation, Oral, Seduce, Titty Fuck, Vaginal Intercourse, Kegels, Dirty Talk, Tongue Craft) Total Level: 96

Art of Manipulation (Conceal, Deception, Etiquette, Illusion Magic, Acting, Disguise, Role Playing, Sleight of Hand, Sneak, Stealth) Total Level: 74

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, 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, Ben Dover, Bobbing for Apples, Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Daisy Chain, Deep Stick, Doggie Style, Double Dip, Double Oral, Downward Dog, Eating Out, Face to Face, Fingering, Fully Loaded, Gemini, High Five, Italian Chandelier, Kneeling Blowjob, Lap Dance, Leg Up, Missionary, Ol’ Fashioned, Pretzel Dip, Rockin’ Rockette, Rodeo, Scissoring, Sidewinder, 69, Spooning, Standing Spit Roast, Sultry Spooning, The Doggy Deluxe, The Caboose, The Fan, The Libido, Three’s a Crowd, Two in One, Valedictorian, Woman On Top, Workout

After reaching a new level, I gained 3 special skills and then an additional 4 by leveling. Only one of those four I was able to select on my own, as the other three were automatically selected thanks to the way the system seemed to be set up.

When I turned level 60, I had put my last point into STD Immunity. After dealing with monsters and living such a grungy life, I had a feeling what direction it would involve in. Thankfully, I had been right, and it had become Disease and Poison Immunity. Other than my ability to use Perfection to clean myself and rid myself of any conditional problems, Disease and Poison immunity was the other reason I could be so bold in my environment. I didn’t worry about infections, poisons, or anything else.

Now, I seemed to gain three new abilities as a Demon Queen that seemed set around control and dominance. That just suited me fine. As for the three skills that were forced on me, it looked like Rejuvenation had evolved into Regen, which simply allowed me to heal faster. Compared to Perfection, it didn’t have much purpose to me. Sex Paralysis became Restriction. From the best I could tell, it was a binding ability that allowed me to control anyone. It no longer had a failure rate. I could immobilize anyone who didn’t have the strength to fight against me for as long as I wanted them immobilized. It also no longer had anything to do with sex.

It seemed to be becoming a pattern. Aura of Submission had evolved into an ability that was just called Submission. It was basically Monster Tamer, but I could use it on people. I was getting an idea of the evolutionary path of a Demon Queen. Abilities once locked to only having sex were steadily becoming permanent abilities that could be used any time. My power was no longer dependent on me being on my knees. Then again, it was an extremely efficient way of leveling, so I didn’t feel like I would stop banging others just yet.

The one ability I had a choice on I decided to pick up a new skill. Of the three offered abilities, one stood out to me. After having to carry my own bags, and also having my stuff subsequently stolen, forcing me to live on the scraps of the goblins once again, this ability seemed extremely useful. It was the special skill inventory. This almost seemed like a standard that I should have gotten my first level, but such a skill had never dropped my way.

I didn’t really know the limit of space in my inventory. I didn’t have very much to put into it to see its limits. I couldn’t put in living things, but food and corpses seemed to be fine. Time did not appear to pass in my inventory, as the corpses left for days didn’t rot and the food didn’t dry out. I considered leaving for a while and going to the nearby town to pick up some stuff. The goblins did have a little bit of money, so I could repurchase all of the stuff I had lost.

Of course, that would involve interacting with people again, and after a month of being with goblins, I just didn’t feel like I was mentally prepared to do deal with normal people. Instead, I worked on training and helping the goblins solidify and protect themselves.

We’d need to keep from drawing the attention of others while still growing. Although I had taken on this mission, I found most of the goblins far too stupid to listen. Even after I tame them, force them into submission, and command them, I couldn’t make a dumb creature smart. Only my son seemed to truly understand the things I was trying to teach them.

Having become their teacher, another two weeks passed, and my son now had the appearance of a young man. He was about my height now, and there was no sign he wouldn’t keep growing. The goblins became increasingly disinterested in my help, and I became increasingly frustrated with working with them. Whenever I tried to use my body to incentivize and keep them interested, it always descended into an orgy where nothing was accomplished. My son, however, had become my pride and my pupil.

“Graa! Graa!” A goblin burst into my room.

I pulled the makeshift dildo out of myself. “How many times must I tell you to knock?”

“Graa!” The goblin ignored my complaint.

He seemed extremely distressed and was pointing wildly. I frowned, letting my toy fall out of me and pulling down my skirt. I then gestured the goblin to lead the way and followed him. As I moved, I could hear more goblins in panic. I could hear some fighting as well, and it sounded like a lot of goblins were quite distressed. For a moment, I felt panic. Was our fort being attacked by demons? Would I soon lose everything again?

I realized the place the goblin was leading me happened to be the room of the goblin king, the ruler of this so-called colony. As I walked into the room, there was the majority of the colony all standing in a circle and standing. When they saw me approach, they parted and made room for me. Given their short statures, I was already able to see what they were looking at. As I saw it, my heart began to drop.

It was my son standing in the middle of that circle, and across from him was the goblin champion. This goblin was powerful enough to kill Brad and resist my charm. Now, my one-month-old son, who appeared no older than a teenager, had a blade in his hand and was staring the monster down. I let out a cry of shock and fear. I tried to step forward, but my son lifted his hand. I looked up at him, my eyes growing wet.

“No.” He said in a gruff voice. “Mom.”

It was the first words he had ever said to me, and by the roughness, it might be the limit of his vocabulary. I stopped, looking on with fear, but I dared not continue. His words might have been limited, but I understood his intent. He had initiated this fight. He had challenged the goblin champion. Now, it was his duty to see it through. With a roar, the two goblins began to fight.