Tales of a Seductress

“My lady, are you finished?”

“Hah… ahhh… a-almost…”

“My lady?” The door opened, and a young Truthsayer glanced inside. “Ah! My lady!”

“Fuuuucccck!” I started to cum, even squirting a bit out of the bathtub.

It was a large round copper thing, and I put up my legs on the edges, spreading me open toward the door. Thus, the truthsayer got a full eye as I began to cum. It might be more accurate to say that being seen in my most intimate moment was exactly what I needed to push myself over to the edge. Of course, a sex master like me could bring myself to orgasm instantly, but a sex master like me also understood there was a difference in the quality of orgasms.

I could cum in ten seconds. All I had to do was attack my clit and trigger a few of my other sensitive areas and I could be curling my toes in moments. However, such a quick and dirty orgasm wouldn’t leave me satiated for long, and it didn’t satiate me at all. Sure, it gave me a hit of those endorphins I had become hopelessly addicted to, but it didn’t have any staying power. I’d be buzzing for my next hit without a single moment of relief.

If I wanted myself to be satisfied, or at least as satisfied as I could ever get, I needed to experience a few orgasms, each building into the next until I had the most powerful one yet. Of course, this satisfaction always lasted longer when I had help. One person was sufficient, although a few more couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t that important though. I had just been cleaning myself up, and how could someone clean themselves up without a quickie first? That area needed the most cleaning, never mind that I could have just used my Immaculate to clean my body completely. It was the principle of the thing.

Either way, being watched as I came satisfied many dirty parts within me, and the only shame was that he quickly looked away, a flush on his face. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh as I finished. I supposed he was just too prim and proper for this kind of thing. I real man would have joined me and then taken me over the bathtub. Then again, this Truthsayer was a loyalist to the king, and I was the king’s woman. Wouldn’t he be in a great deal of trouble if he was caught playing with me? Could I even be considered the king’s woman yet? Perhaps after tonight…

A welling of excitement shot through me once again. Part of the reason I took the bath rather than just use Immaculate was because of the king. Since he had promised he’d take care of me, I had to do my best. Although magic did its job well enough, Immaculate never quite left me with the feeling I was completely pure. The dirt and smell might be gone, but the feel of the last experience still lingered. It was like that time I used a fake license to get into a wine tasting. They had you eat cheese between every sip as a palate cleanser. Masturbating in a bathtub could be considered my sexual palate cleanser, making me fresh for my next experience.

“Madame… um… I came to let you know that the room has been prepared, and we also have a meal ready for you.”

I put my legs down, cleaning my hands and cunt swiftly in the bathwater before rising out of it. Although he was turned away and pretending he wasn’t seeing me, I could tell his peripheral vision could still make out my body, as his face turn increasingly red as I stepped out of the tub without a single piece of clothing on.

“You won’t give a girl a towel?” I asked flirtatiously.

He looked to the side, finding a towel had been placed near him. He grabbed it, and then took several steps back and thrust it out toward me. I reached out and grabbed it, but when I did so, I made sure our hands touched. I wanted them to linger there for a moment, but he jerked away almost like he had been pinched, and the towel almost fell on the floor.

I quickly dried myself. As sexual as I was, there was one thing I never seemed to be very good at, and that was looking sensual when I was toweling myself. I knew it was possible, but I never had the patience. To look sexy, you needed to move slowly and methodically, running your towel up and down your legs slowly while looking at your prey. Of course, that left my ass crack still wet and freezing, and ultimately the sensual opportunities of drying weren’t as enticing to me as the sensual opportunities of being wet in the first place.

I threw the towel on the floor once I made sure to dry the proper areas, but then remained standing. When he realized I wasn’t moving, he shot me a look, remembered I was still naked and lowered his eyes.

“What do you need?”

“Clothing, naturally?” I smirked flirtatiously in his direction.

“Right, the maid put it over there.” He made a gesture.

I knew that the clothing was over there, but I wanted him to bring it to me. When he didn’t seem to figure out my wants from just my actions, I was forced to speak.

“Can you bring them?”

“Why?”

He was being quite feisty. He was going to argue with a naked lady?

“You don’t want me to accidentally slip on this wet floor, do you?” My toe came out and traced a single in front of me along with the tile.

Of course, the only reason that the floor was wet was that I got out of the tub and dripped all over it while I was taking my time toweling myself, but logic wasn’t needed when I was playing this kind of game. He still had to play, and so he stiffly walked over to the clothing, picking it up before handing it to me. This time, my hands did touch his for a bit longer before he finally let go. His face was still turned away, but his eyes were occasionally darting my way.

With a hidden smirk, I started to get dressed. Of course, while I wasn’t that great at drying my body sensually, I could put on clothing and make it sexier than most women could take off clothing. I slowly brought my underwear up. I was pleased to see that the new styles of underwear I had introduced to this world were catching on, and this was a much sexier piece than previously existed. I put on my bra, and then my dress. By the time I reached my dress, I turned around, my bare back toward him.

“Can you please zip this up for me?” I asked.

After a few moments of silence, I heard him step over, and then I felt his hands struggling with the buttons. There weren’t zippers in this world, and my words had been a slip of the tongue, but he had understood what I meant and didn’t question my strange vernacular. I could feel his hands fumbling with my buttons one at a time until I was all covered. As he was doing it, I heard him gulp once. That was the kind of effect that I liked. I finally let my hair fall back down, and then turned around.

He was staring at me fully right now. His mouth was hanging slightly open. It’d be too much to say he was beguiled with just that little display, but he was halfway there. If the king didn’t want me to play with other men, then he shouldn’t have thrown such a little low-level mob my way. Then again, he probably was fairly close to my level. It was just that I was such a freak in so many ways.

“Will you be taking me to my king’s chambers?” I asked delicately.

He jerked straight as if hearing mention of the king had finally snapped him out of all of his fantasies. Yes, that was the king’s woman you were just mentally imagining yourself fucking. I let out a little giggle. Of course, I had no intention of fucking him. Why did I tease him so? It was fun. I liked getting boys and men riled up over my body. It made it easier to get them to do things for me. Hey, I wasn’t one of those icy bitches who strung guys along and never reciprocated. If he worked for me, I’d fall to my knees to work for him.

There was one other reason I did it though. They had placed that collar around my neck earlier. It dampened my powers and kept my charm in control. Of course, I had many more talents that weren’t my high charm and seductive aura, but I still had to exercise them to feel comfortable in my current predicament. He just happened to be the closest man I could show my charms with.

Besides, that night, I had a bigger beast to tame. This little play was just setting out the groundwork for a future encounter. I would assuredly fuck him at a later date. If I could somehow plan it in a way that I could affect the choices of the demon king, even better. My new lover felt that he had me under control. Whether it was the collar around my neck or the way he pushed me into agreeing to this marriage, he likely thought I was controlled. I was going to show him I was much wilder than he predicted. I wouldn’t push things too far, but stealing his Truthsayer’s loyalty sounded like a start.

Either way, he had regained his senses for the moment, and I stopped giving him flirtatious temptations, so he quickly returned to his goal of bringing me to my lord’s suit. After walking down a few luxurious hallways, I was finally led into a large room. It was ornate with satin drapes, a large bed with a canopy, and fine carpeting.

“A girl could get used to this.” I breathed.

Compared to Lord Tibult’s place, this was many times more luxurious, even when comparing it to the misses bedroom. So, this was the room of a demon king? I walked around it, taking the whole thing in. The Truthsayer didn’t inter, instead of remaining by the door.

“A maid will bring your meal. If you need anything, you can just ring this bell, and a maid will be there shortly.” He gestured to a rope near the doorway.

“A maid, not you?”

“I must return to my original duties. If you’ll excuse me.”  He went to close the door.

I quickly raised my hand. “When is the demon lord coming?”

He paused for a second, a strange expression on his face. “He will arrive after he’s finished with business.”

He immediately closed the door without allowing me to say anything more. I felt a bit awkward. I supposed it’d be a bit much to continue to bother him. I let out a sigh and flopped on the bed. It was only a few minutes later when a pretty maid came in. She wore a rather short skirt that showed a bit of her butt. It was made toward the tastes of a lord. I watched her as she served the meal, causing her to become so nervous she nearly spilled my tea.

“P-please, forgive me.” She cried nervously.

“I stood up and walked up to her. She shook like a kitten. It was pretty adorable. I put a finger on her lips.

“You’re forgiven.”

I lowered the finger down, pulling her lower lip down with it until it snapped back up. She was staring at me with sweet and defenseless doe eyes. In truth, I had been hoping my demon lord would be there when I arrived, hard and ready to go. Unfortunately, he was late. I supposed I could eat this little morsel first, just a little snack before the main course.