Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 12

“Brad! How is it going?”

“Hello, Chief, I’m looking to have armor and a weapon made for my new party member?”

“Oh? Who is… wow…” The large man looked over Brad’s shoulder, where I was standing nearby. “Don’t tell me you plan to drag this beauty out on your dangerous adventuring missions.”

“Come now, I won’t bring her on anything truly dangerous. She’s more of a support. She’s an alchemist.”

“An alchemist? An alchemist shouldn’t be dragged out in the wilderness to rough it! They should be in a comfortable place working with chemicals in peace, don’t you think? I don’t know what is going through your head sometimes.”

“Come on, Chief, I already heard about it from my mother. Can you just do what I ask and spare me the grief?”

He eyed Bradrick up and down and finally gave a small shrug. “Suit yourself.”

“Thanks, man, you’re the best!” Bradrick slapped his shoulder as the bigger man grumbled and then turned to me. “He’ll do your measurements. Just do what he asks and you’ll have a new set of armor in no time.”

“I already said that you didn’t have to do this.”

“Hey, you’re in my party now. I take care of my own, okay? I couldn’t live with myself if I brought a beautiful woman out and got her hurt.”

“Okay…” I acquiesced, usually making it a policy of never refusing gifts from handsome men.

“You can tell him what weapon you want, and he’ll make that too.”

“Like a whip?” I asked questioningly.

“I’m a blacksmith! What are you say, I can make any weapon?”

“You use a whip?” Bradrick laughed. “I guess he can’t do that…”

“It’s fine. I use swords too.” I waved my hand dismissively.

“In that case, once you’re done, here’s some pocket money. Go around town and get some good travel clothing and anything else you’d want. You don’t have to worry too much as I’ll make sure you have all the supplies you need, but it never hurts to be prepared.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I’m sorry, but I have some tasks to attend to. When you’re done, we’ll meet back up at the mansion. Okay?”

“I guess…”

“Oh, and buy yourself a horse. You’ll be needing it.” He dropped a large bag of gold in my hands before waving and leaving the store.

Chief, or so he was called, looked down at the large back in my hand and then shook his head. “That guy, so, you’re his next fangirl, huh?”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

Chief held up his hand. “I don’t judge. He’s an extremely generous sugar daddy. It’s just a shame he has no eye for the wealth his father earned. That Tibult household will be poor in a few years now that Bradrick is in charge.”

My mouth twitched. “He’s a sugar daddy?”

Since I had agreed to join his party, he had kept me extremely close, and it did have the feeling of being doted on. I wanted to think that he just valued my skill as an alchemist, but if one thought about it, Chief was right, I would serve them much better staying in one place than traveling alongside Bradrick. Instead, he brought me out and he had been doting on me like a lover. What ultimately confused me and kept me from truly seeing it is that he didn’t seem to show any particular sexual desire toward me. Had he desired my body like Seris, I would have known where I stood with him.

“My mistake… bad phrasing there.” The man blushed slightly as he led me back into his workshop. “He’s not looking for favors from you. If you’re worried he might be looking for… well… it isn’t that.”

I felt a bit disappointed he wasn’t looking for sex, but I hid that with my deception and just kept listening with a confused look, hoping the blacksmith would tell me more. The man pulled out a string and then beckoned me to lift my arms as he started measuring. When I realized he had taken the opportunity to stop with his gossiping, I decided to encourage it with more questions.

“What is it, then? I’m afraid I don’t know that much about Bradrick. I was already in the mansion and it was chance that I helped one of his party members. That’s when he suddenly asked me to join him and I excepted.” I gave a very brief explanation hoping to get him to continue talking.

“I’m sorry, miss, I really shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Please… I won’t tell if you won’t.” I gave him my best smile, touching his chest just a second before pulling away.

“Ahh… heh…” He grew a bit flustered before shaking his head. “It’s just the kind of man that Bradrick happens to be. He is someone who enjoys being fawned over by others. He may have said he wanted you to join him because of the particular skills you possess, but in the end, you’re mostly there to make him look good.”

As Chief spoke, he slowly performed measurements, getting my arm length and then my breasts. As he reached the string around my breasts, he blushed once again as I grinned at him. He was making me a bit self-conscious here. A girl didn’t like to give out her sizes to any man, and this muscular guy was getting very familiar with my body. He wasn’t a handsome man at all. He was bald, wore a thick apron over his front, and had a burn scar on his face. However, he had a very muscular body, much beefier than any guy I had tasted before. I always wanted to taste a blacksmith. I bet I could put those big arms to better use.

“By ‘make him look good’, you mean?”

“Well, miss, I’ll just say that Bradrick is a bit of a showoff. It’s well known throughout town. No, maybe even the kingdom. Instead of following his father’s footsteps and getting merit as a soldier, he has delusions of being a hero and being loved by the masses. He prefers the adventuring guild. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with the adventuring guild. They do a lot of good work. However, rich nobles like him are only taking that work away from the people who truly need it.”

“I might have heard something like that…” I responded weakly.

“Well, you may have heard that, but you may not know about the rest of his party. In essence, they’re eye candy. The women are there to look good and impressive. He picks pretty women and men with a bit of talent and then dresses them up pretty and shows them off. The women are expected to fawn over him, congratulating his every kill, while the men are to look up to him like a hero, idealizing his greatness.

“If you haven’t spoken to the rest of the party yet, you’ll find out that they’re not truly an adventuring group. They’re Bradrick’s cheerleaders. Oh, they’ll fight and provide support from time to time, but it’s always to put Brad in the spotlight.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” I asked

He blinked, and then looked away. “Sorry. Perhaps I did say too much. Something about you just suddenly loosened my lips, I guess. You’re a very pretty girl. Possibly the best he’s found. I’d hate to see you get hurt because of his playing at being a hero.”

The woman who was now still recovering at our mansion came to mind. Was Bradrick diving into danger, trying to seem heroic, when one of his teammates was injured as a result? Although he had seemed extremely caring over her, even carrying her into his mansion and collapsing to his knees over his helplessness, now that she was recovering, just how quickly had he replaced her with me? I hadn’t noticed before, but his actions took on a dark undertone when I started looking at him.

I started to realize what I felt was off about him since the beginning, and why I almost found myself favoring Seris. It was because Seris was honest with himself. He was dark and downright scary, but he didn’t try to pretend to be anything else. Bradrick, on the other hand, was shallow. That didn’t mean he didn’t believe in his rhetoric. He likely truly thought of himself as a hero doing what was right. However, that didn’t mean there wasn’t darkness underneath. His companions were bought, not earned, and likewise, they came and went just as freely.

Looking at it another way, with a mother like Synophany, how could they both not end up screwed up. Bradrick was just a different kind of screwed up. As I thought about such things, the blacksmith finished measuring my chest. As he went to pull away, he ended up brushing my boob.

“Sorry, miss.” He said in a rough voice.

I bit my lip, looking him up and down. It had been some time since I had enjoyed anyone but Seris. He was a smaller guy, and while he was muscular, this man who stood towering over me with arms as thick as my waist brought out some desires in me as well.

“I’m worried you might have my chest measurement wrong,” I said.

Chief frowned. “I’m a professional. I won’t make a mistake like that.”

“It’s my shirt. It’s probably better if you measured again without.” I reached down and started lifting my shirt.

“That won’t be necessary… oh…”

I had already pulled off my shirt and flung it aside. I was now standing in his workshop topless. This kind of thing might have once made me nervous, but who was I too shy over such a thing now. I looked the muscular man up and down with a predatory look in my eyes.

“I have your measurements… up there…” He said in a slightly raspy voice, his eyes locked on my chest.

“Oh? Then I guess you have to measure down below.” I grabbed my pants and started pushing them down.

Although I wore a belt, I rarely tightened anything enough that I couldn’t push it off myself with enough force. Clothing just got in the way after a while. I pushed my pants down over my hips, slowly lowering them down seductively and I maintain eye contact with him. His eyes ended up falling as I lowered my body, exploring it in its entirety. I could see his pants were getting tighter, a thick rod of a decent size pushing out from his pants.

“I-I…” His mouth flapped in shock.

Most men, when they saw my naked body, couldn’t help but reach out. My skin was pure and silky, and just the sight of my pert, exposed body drew a man’s hand. This guy seemed to have a bit more restraint than most. Either that, or he was stunned so much that he couldn’t even move. Thus, I reached out and grabbed his big hand, and then guided it to my chest. Although my breasts were only modest, I didn’t find them to be particularly small either. His hand engulfed them with a single grab. I felt like an A cup in front of this beast of a man. It only excited me more, and if he looked, there was a glimmer of lust down below as my swollen lips earned to be touched.

I could feel the coarseness of his hand on my breast. It was enough stimulation on its own that my nipples harden. One hard nippled pressed against the middle of his palm, which was smashing it down.

“I’m married.” He finally got out.

Despite saying that, he didn’t make any attempt to move his hand away. He remained frozen like that. However, I didn’t have all day, So, I reached out and grabbed his other hand. This one, I put between my legs, letting him feel my moist lust.

“I won’t say anything if you won’t.” I licked my lips.

He finally lost all restraint, his finger slipping inside me and his mouth finding mine. My armor fitting was going to take a bit longer. First, I had to be fitted for his cock!