TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 06
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-06
SUMMARY  : Celestine awakes to face him and he pushes her limits.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-02-09
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |demon|incubus|wife|cheating|blowjob|creampie|


<i>Hello again all! 



Hope you have been enjoying the story thus far. Sorry it's taken a while to get this far. There was some problems with uploading chapter 3 and all. 



Hope you like this chapter. I've realized that I've been writing so that the erotica seems to be ending up at the ends of the chapters. Think I'll switch that up for the next chapter, but until then, enjoy!</i>



~~~~



Celestine slowly opened her eyes when Rena began to shift in her sleep. She lifted her head and looked down at the small demon and smiled lightly, enjoying the warmth that came from her body and how even Rena looked innocent while she slept. However as the seconds ticked by she began to wonder what this meant for her... Celestine wasn't a lesbian... she knew that much. Though she never considered herself bisexual either, the thought was beginning to run through her mind. Still, the concept frightened her quite a bit... What was worse... was the fact that Rena was a demon... Celestine didn't even know if this was part of Tristan's grand scheme to break her down or not. And if it was did Rena even know she was part of it? She knew Rena was loyal to him, hell as far as Celestine could see, Rena almost worshiped Tristan...



Celestine knew Rena was powerful, at least physically speaking, but in terms of social understanding, she wondered how advanced she was. The way Claude spoke of her, it was almost like Rena was always on a hair trigger, and just barley able to control her anger. Even if Celestine said she didn't want... whatever this was, to continue, did she have any guarantee Rena wouldn't flip out and butcher her if she didn't keep it up? 



Celestine carefully unwrapped Rena's arm from her and got out of the bed. Immediately she recalled she was completely naked, and realized that they had been napping together that way for anyone who entered to see. Blushing hard Celestine got her gown back on and then the house coat, though doing so quickly made her realize she was sweaty and sticky... She looked to the bathroom and quickly decided that cleaning up should be a priority. As far as she could see out the patio doors of her bedroom, it was still likely in the AM or early PM so she probably had some time before whatever the next crises was she had to deal with. 



Celestine stepped into the bathroom and realized that a quick shower was probably better then anything else, and got the water running to warm up. However as she waited all her mind could do was spin around and around wondering what would happen now. Celestine cursed herself... She had sex with Rena, without thinking about it ahead of time and because of that, she was in this predicament. She lost control... and while it was a great experience, she had to deal with the fallout now, and didn't know how. This could cost her life if it wasn't handled well. Never mind the fact that Celestine had no idea of what Tristan might do to Rena if he found out. He might reward her or he might punish her, and Celestine was surprised by how suddenly worried she was for Rena if it was punishment. 



"Oh god... what am I doing? Why do I care? She is... a demon right? She... She is helping keep me here against my will... But... I do care..." Celestine said mumbling to the shower, which by now was running long enough to be warm and then some. Still she stood there unsure, trying to think up a solution... It wasn't a surprise that she didn't hear the footsteps coming up from behind her until they were right behind her. Celestine almost jumped out of her skin when Rena spoke, standing naked from the waist up, a slight smile on her face as she began to undo her cut off jeans. 



"Go ahead; I'll use one of the tubs instead." She said helpfully as she began to head to the Victorian tub and started to fill it with warm water. "Uh... So... Celestine..." Rena said sort of unsure of herself. 



Celestine cringed, here it came, the expectation that they were going to be together or something... Celestine wondered if she could do it or not... She was sure that Rena loved Tristan but... who said demons were monogamous? Still, her heart clenched when she recalled how Rena said that Celestine was the second person she had ever slept with... Whether she liked to admit it or not, she cared for Rena in some way... Celestine was brought out of her internal thoughts when Rena's voice cut back in.



"Celestine? Celestine?! Are you okay?" Rena asked beginning to get into the tub. "The water should be warm by now..." Rena said indicating the shower. Celestine looked to it and shook her head. 



"Sorry about that. You were saying?" Celestine began to strip out of her clothes and realized that she was doing it right in front of Rena. She was surprised by the fact how little that mattered to her. Just a few days ago the concept of stripping in front of others was something that always made her feel awkward. Now however, it didn't mean anything because... she sort of knew Rena. 



"Oh..." Rena continued hesitantly. "Well... I uhmm... Damn it all... I'm a demon for fuck sakes! Why is this... Balls... I'll just say it. I like you... a lot, and I think you like me too. But... I just want to be sure you're not expecting anything... uh... how do I say this? I don't want this to be <i>'too serious' </i>I suppose is the best way of putting it..." Rena looked up to Celestine with a half worried look on her features. "I guess I'm saying I want us to be friends... maybe with occasional benefits but... friends. Is that okay?"



Celestine was surprised by Rena's words. She wasn't expecting this from the small demon, and was actually relieved. "Yea. Yea that sounds just fine. I don't know about the benefits thing... I mean that was... well it felt really good Rena, but I don't know how comfortable I am with it. It kind of just happened after all and I was honestly worried some. I didn't know what you were expecting afterwards and all, and if it turned out you wanted something more 'serious' and I didn't, I was worried that I'd piss you off. And well... you are a demon of wrath..." Celestine said shrugging some and going into the shower. 



Rena pondered what Celestine said and chuckled. "Yea... I suppose that is the case. I might not seem angry right now, but that's mostly because I'm keeping it contained. 'Compartmentalized' is the word that Master uses. It's not like I actually calm down ever... And I don't mean to scare you but part of me wanted to hurt you while we were tussling in the sheets... But like I said, I keep it in check. ... Are... you afraid of me Celestine?" Rena asked as she soaked. 



"..." Celestine couldn't answer at first... and Rena was about to ask if she heard her, but Celestine spoke up first. "Partially. Part of me recognizes what you are... and knows being afraid of you is just rational... But so far you've been the only one here who has been even the slightest bit kind to me, even though your instinct may be to shred me into bloody confetti..." Celestine figured being honest was better then lying to Rena... "But as we are asking questions... can I ask you something?"



"Of course. Though there are a few things I can't answer, orders and all... But I'll try and answer as best as I can." Rena said happily, now no longer worried about the complications of relationships or that sort of nonsense. 



Celestine took a deep breath before beginning, half fearing the response, but partially expecting it. "How do you know the details of my dream from last night?" Celestine asked simply... When no answer was immediately forthcoming Celestine poked her head outside the shower door and looked to Rena. The little demon had sunk herself in the water some more, almost hiding herself. "... Rena... you were... in my dreams weren't you?" Celestine said trying to control her emotions, and only having some success.



Rena looked over the edge of the tub at Celestine and rose out a little bit more, so that her mouth wasn't covered any more. "You are angry." Rena said flatly. Celestine opened her mouth to try and deny it but Rena cut her off. "Don't bother lying to me about it... I can feel your anger coming off you like waves of water. This fucking sucks ass... I love how your anger tastes... how it feels as it washes over me... But you are angry at me... and somehow I don't want you to be angry at me..." 



Rena's words didn't help Celestine's anger... She was beginning to trust her... but after everything she had said already this morning, and all the knowing grins Rena gave her, Celestine knew it was the truth even before she asked. Still she continued. "How? You are not a succubus, or an incubus like Tri-.... Your master. So how?" 



"The nearness helped... it's why I slept outside your room instead of in my own chamber. When Master first claimed me... he entered my dreams often, to help with my... I suppose you could call it my 'instruction'. Inside the dreams he would force his dominance over me and force me to control myself as well. If I did well, he would reward me in the dreams... At the time I was still... too savage to give his sort of rewards to in the waking world, so the dreams were safer for him and everyone else involved. However as time went on I began to learn how he was doing it. My ability is more instinctual then intentional. It helped that you had... A very 'vivid' dream... if you hadn't I probably couldn't have come in and watched."



Celestine spoke back quickly. "By 'vivid' you mean a lustful or arousing dream... don't you?" before she slid back into the shower.



"Sort of... yea. Because lust is my second most powerful sphere it allowed me to jump in... otherwise I doubt it would have been possible." 



"You were in there with your master? You saw him in there as well?" Celestine asked, desperate to keep herself from snapping at Rena. She needed to know, but every word Rena uttered made her feel more and more like Rena had violated her...



"Not really no... I hid from him as he watched your memories play through... He wasn't lying Celestine, he didn't alter your dreams at all. He could have blasted them to pieces, or inserted himself into them if he wanted, but he didn't. So... please don't be too angry with him..." Rena tried quietly, knowing Celestine wouldn't like hearing it. 



"... Was it you then? Near the end I mean, who was touching me and..." Celestine shivered, though whether it was because of arousal or fear she wasn't sure. "...well you saw..." 



"... No... I can only watch... maybe effect the mood of a memory or dream but nothing as great as Master can..." Rena said pulling herself out of the tub and beginning to dry off. As she did so, Celestine shut the shower off and simply stood in it, watching the water circle the drain.



"... So you are saying... that I imagined him all by myself. That I imagined him doing all that too me, and enjoying it all... all by myself?" Celestine asked despondent. "Great... I'm utterly fucking insane... dreaming of a demon coming to tie me up and fuck me..." 



Rena stayed quite, not sure how to respond to that. The anger had turned sour, and into misery and anguish. However, as Rena watched Celestine almost mechanically step out of the shower and dry herself off, a change happened. It wasn't slow, but instead happened all at once. 



"Fuck that noise." Celestine said holding her head up. "Fuck it and fuck him. I am not going to become his toy. I'm not going to become some sex crazed nympho who's only purpose in life is to ride his dick." 



"Celestine... I don't know exactly what he has planned for you but maybe it isn't li-" 



Celestine cut her off. "Isn't like that? Bullshit Rena... you know it is. He wants a slut to be his fuck buddy for a few nights before he eats my fucking soul. You know it's the truth... I'm sure you've even seen it before haven't you? Do you even know how many he's done something like this too?" Celestine asked firmly, looking Rena in the eye. 



Rena smiled lightly as Celestine met her eyes. This is the person she liked... this was the person Rena could call 'friend'. She was strong, and despite overwhelming odds to the contrary, she wouldn't just bend over and take it up the ass... "It might be like that Celestine... I don't know my Masters every plan or even his next move. Experience certainly suggests that what you are saying is the case though. To answer your question I never bothered to count how many mortal woman he's corrupted and consumed..." Rena said almost proudly. "But over his whole life? My guess the numbers would be in the hundreds, if not thousands..." Rena didn't say it to intimidate Celestine... She knew she couldn't do that any more. Celestine's eyes had hardened into resolve that Rena could recognize because it was the same resolve many found on the battlefield... to find victory or death... 



Celestine didn't balk at Rena's words and simply put on her housecoat and began to head back towards the Bedroom. But before she got there Rena spoke up again. "I have a confession to make... though I think it may piss you off." 



Celestine turned and looked to Rena, still firm in her resolve but her anger at Rena had been stowed away for now anyway. "Go ahead Rena."



"Well... before we had our romp in the sheets today, I had kissed you before... It was right after master had made you pass out from the fingering he gave you the night you got here. I was supposed to carry you to your room and I just kinda... did it." Rena was honest in her speech. Not overly apologetic but at least she was being forward.



Celestine pondered that for a long moment and eventually shrugged. "Well... given that we've... well... kissed on two more occasions so far, I don't think I mind too much..." Celestine opened the door to her bedroom and left the bathroom. Rena wrapped a towel around herself and chased after her. She wasn't getting what Rena was saying... 



"Wait, Celestine you don't get it! It was more then just a kiss! I fed yo-..." Rena's voice cut off as she noticed Celestine looking to the patio doors with a firm gaze. Glancing that way she saw Tristan standing outside, haloed in the morning light as the wind blew gently to make his open shirt flutter slightly. The patio doors were closed, but given that they were crystal glass, he could see the two of them perfectly. Rena almost fell to her knees when he smiled to her. She could feel how happy he was with her right now. Through the mark he was likely aware that Rena had befriended Celestine, as well as slept with her... More importantly, she felt his amusement and arousal at the sight of her still damp and coming out of the bathroom in nothing more then a towel. 



Celestine looked to Tristan as coldly as possible as he smiled to Rena. The way he smiled at her it was almost as if Celestine wasn't even in the room. Part of her felt a pang of jealousy that this utterly beautiful and handsome man wasn't smiling at her... But the part that had resolved itself pushed the jealousy down and stood steadfast. But as he turned his eyes to her, she felt herself sway lightly, and unbidden thoughts came running through her mind. He hadn't violated her in her dreams... Rena had confirmed that. That meant that she came up with it on her own... that the thought of someone tying her hands and legs up and leaving her helpless as he caressed every inch of her naked skin... No... Not someone... that HE was doing those things... playing with her nipples and caressing her pussy before rubbing her clit as it became hard.... Slowly he would be grinding his cock up and down in the cleft of her bottom, and she would be able to the feel of his pre-cum slick against her skin. His cock dipping down lower and lower until it begins to hover around her rosebud, and threatens to penetrate her ass as it pushes gently against it...



Celestine jumped back a little as a knock on the glass snapped her out of her dreams. "Damn it." Celestine hissed at herself before refocusing on Tristan. She could feel she was red in the face and it was a challenge to force her arousal back down. But it was hard just looking at him, and she had to fight to keep herself in check. Just the sight of him made her feel like this... that bastard...



After Celestine didn't respond to his initial knock, Tristan tried again, and spoke this time. "I don't suppose you could take a break from glaring at me and allow me to come in?" His voice was light and amused, though not mocking. 



Celestine snorted and walked up to the glass doors, having to look up slightly to keep eye contact. "Even if I said no, would that stop you?" She was happy to hear how firm her words sounded. "It didn't seem to before. But it isn't like I can expect anything else. You are the sort of person who just forcefully takes what he wants... An animal really." 



Again, despite her efforts, her words didn't seem to cut Tristan at all. Instead he just smiled as if she had said something that impressed him. "Well," he started casually. "you could always tell me 'no' and find out if it would stop me or not..." Tristan moved as he spoke, reaching his hand up to press it against the glass. Celestine blushed harder when she realized that if the glass wasn't there, he would be groping her breasts right now... His tone was low and suggestive, and even through the glass it sounded smooth to her ear. Celestine's breath caught as she looked to his strong hand, wondering what it would feel like on her chest..."Besides, I think we both know you prefer being controlled versus being in control."



Celestine grit her teeth and tore her eyes away from his hand to meet his gaze. He was calm, and utterly confident. However she saw surprise when she simply opened the glass door for him and turned leaving him standing in the doorway alone. Celestine noticed that Rena was fidgeting quite a bit, clearly nervous about the interactions between her friend and her master. Celestine sighed inwardly, unhappy about the fact that she was putting Rena through this. Still, she couldn't let sympathy cost her right now. She moved deeper into the room and caste a look over her shoulder to Tristan. "Well?" she said as if already impatient with him. "Are you coming in or not?" 



Tristan however only smiled at that and took his time entering the room before closing the glass door behind him. "Someone is in a slightly unpleasant mood this morning. First you flip a table, covered in food, and then you are being ungracious with your humble host." It was clear that Tristan was simply poking a little fun at Celestine, but for whatever reason it made her ire seethe. 



"You must forgive me. My manners always slip when I am abducted and violated. It is a flaw, what can I say?" Celestine's voice was sarcastic and spiteful, but it just seemed to slip pass Tristan without a concern. 



"I'm sure you will regain them in time. But for now, I actually enjoy your fiery attitude. It is very refreshing compared to others. Singular you could say..." 



"Compared to what? Drooling idiots that are so under your power that they just beg for your dick?" Celestine asked accusingly.



Tristan replied without hesitation. "That is a harsh way of putting it, but somewhat accurate I suppose." Celestine was floored by his sudden and blunt response. And when she didn't response immediately he simply continued. "I told you I was an incubus right from the beginning Celestine..." he said as he began to step towards her. Celestine instinctively backed away though, but soon ran out of room and backed up against the wall beside the walk in closet. "Which I admit, is not something I usually tell my mortal guests. I did at one time, but explaining it over and over again became tedious as hell." Celestine thought to dart to a side to get away from him again but just as she was about to move, his arm got in her way as he placed his hand on the wall in front of her. Looking back she found him mere inches from him and could smell his intoxicating scent. The moment it hit her nose she could feel her mind began to blur. But Celestine had resolved herself to fight this, and she resisted with all her might. 

<hr pg="2" />That in itself seemed to surprise Tristan again. But surprise slowly turned into an impressed and pleased smile... Celestine also noticed that he seemed... proud of her... and that chilled her bones, even as the rest of her body warmed. She needed to put some distance between them, and tried to duck the other way, only for Tristan to block her off again with his other arm. Cursing, Celestine looked back to him angrily, as he held her trapped. She could duck under his arms... but that would look foolish, and leave her open. So all she could do was glare at him as his scent invaded her mind and thoughts. 



"I won't give in to you!" Celestine hissed out, trying to put up a strong front. Thankfully her voice didn't begin to betray what she was feeling. With him this close she felt hot and horny... He was looking at her, and she could see the desire he had for her in his eyes. 



"Maybe... but we'll see. I must say though... I think you are growing stronger..." Celestine felt him press his powers harder, and it made her knees shake and her breath come in short gasps. Still he continued. "It is amazing... you are amazing... and so beautiful..." Tristan leaned in and Celestine squeezed her eyes shut trying to block out the sight of him... But her imagination betrayed her as all she saw was her own perverse ideas of what he would do to her... of him taking her by force. 



Celestine couldn't let herself see that, and snapped her eyes open again. Thankfully he seemed to have pulled away again, but as she thought she was getting a break, she felt his hands on her shoulders. It was like an electric jolt that shot strait to her pussy and she had to stifle a shuddering sigh. "D-...Damn you..." Celestine managed. "You are using... your powers again." 



Yes... I am. Though perhaps not as much as you think or in the way you think... Regardless I wanted to ask you something. I was planning a bit of a shopping trip to celebrate your arrival here and to get you some attire to wear around the house and on outings. I know a place that I think you will love, and I know the owner, so we'll have the place cleared out while we browse." 



Celestine was panting hard in effort, trying to keep her mind under her own control. But it was hard... so fucking hard not to simply reach out and touch him... to just lean in and kiss him... Her body wanted him... and part of her, whether it was his power or not, wanted him to pin her up against the wall and simply start fucking her right there... Celestine glanced to Rena and saw that she was red faced too. She probably wanted to touch him and be touched by him just as much... But now she was the audience... her attention was dragged back to Tristan when he spoke again.



"Or... and I am just putting this out there as an option... you could walk around naked all the time... I promise I wouldn't object... In fact..." One of his hands left her shoulder and began to undo her house coat. She felt his gentle touch at her stomach through the fabric and each graze and pull made her gasp... "in order to make you feel comfortable, I could go without clothes as well..." 



His words made new thoughts and images invade Celestine's mind and she felt her knees beginning to shake at the thought of him walking up to her as she lay naked and stretched out on one of the couches in the main hall, his half firm dick so close she could reach out and lap it with her tongue... "Stop it." Celestine gasped out. "Stop touching me!" her body shuddered and she could feel herself breaking under her own perverse thoughts and the feather touches he was heaving onto her. 



"Alright..." Tristan lifted his hands off her, leaving her housecoat open and pulled to the sides. She had her nightgown on, but glancing down she could see her chest heaving with every breath and her nipples standing erect through the thin material. What was worst of all... was that without his touch she suddenly felt like the whole world's sensations had been stripped away, leaving her cold and desperate for any contact at all. Looking to him she bit her lip trying to keep herself from whimpering... but despite that it still could be heard. Tristan simply cocked his head slightly, watching her and waiting... Celestine felt like every second was an hour so great was her desperation. She needed him to get away from her... or touch her again... 



It shocked her though when her own hand began to reach up to touch his smooth muscular chest through his open shirt. He was so perfect looking... sculpted but not so muscled as to be unsightly... She wanted to feel him so badly... "No..." She whispered to herself, feeling her resistance beginning to break. "oh god no..." Her finger tips were less then an inch away from him, and she could feel the heat coming off his body... "Please no..." Celestine begged, as her mind swirled with images of herself pressed up against him, wrapped up by his strong arms and her legs around his waist... 



Tristan was about to open his mouth to speak... to tell her it was okay. That she could touch him. But just as he opened his mouth Celestine let out a snarl and tore her hand away and bit down on the soft flesh between her thumb and index finger hard enough to make her cry in pain. Tristan stood shocked as blood began to drip down her hand. The pain made her knees fail from under her and she dropped down to her ass in front of him. Pulling her hand from her mouth Celestine looked at her it as it shook violently, in pain and effort. All at once, Celestine could feel Tristan's powers lift, leaving her shuddering and weak. Glancing up she grinned smugly at Tristan as he knelt in front of her taking her injured hand. "I win you bastard..." she croaked out. 



Tristan looked up to her and his face became one of anger and concern. She was about to speak again but his hand came up and slapped her cheek. Celestine was stunned that he actually hit her... It wasn't so hard as to hurt overly much, but it was enough to stun her for a moment. It was meant to punish, not injure... Celestine slowly turned her head back to him utterly floored ... He never seemed like the sort to hit anyone... Even while he was kidnapping her, he never hit her. Anger bubbled up and she was about to yell at him but he cut her off, and his tone stifled her anger suddenly. 



"How could you do that to yourself you foolish woman?" What he did next continued to surprise her. Tristan took his own shirt and tore a strip off it before using it to start tying off the wound. "Rena!" He called out and the small demon showed up beside him. Celestine looked to her and was surprised to see she was concerned too. "Go get Claude. Tell him to bring the medical kit." Rena nodded and bolted out of the room, towel fluttering behind her. 



A sharp pain in her hand brought her attention back to Tristan as he began to wrap her hand tightly to try and stem the bleeding. He was muttering to himself as he did his best to bandage the wound with what little he had. Celestine didn't know how she should be reacting to this though... She bit her hand to try and break the spell he had put on her. While the spell was no longer affecting her, she was also aware that it wasn't because of the pain that the spell failed. It was because Tristan let it go himself... 



The bite wasn't that deep, but Celestine could taste the tang of her own blood in her mouth and shuddered as she realized what exactly she had done to herself. Tristan got up and headed into the bathroom before coming back with a glass of water, a bowl and a wet washcloth. "Use this to rinse your mouth out..." he said offering her the glass of water and bowl. Celestine wordlessly obeyed and quickly spat out the bloody water into the bowl. Meanwhile Tristan began to use the washcloth to clean away some of the blood, both from her chin and hand. 



"W-... Why do you care?" Celestine eventually asked after he was finished cleaning her up for the time being. Tristan paused at her question and slowly looked up to her and met her doubtful eyes. 



"Pardon?" he asked, as if her question confused him.



"Why do you care, if I'm hurt or not? You are just going to eat my soul and kill me later. Actually I'm surprised you haven't gotten bored yet and simply done it already. I mean it's not like you've gotten a lot of action from me..." Celestine's tone was confused but also frustrated. 



"Why? You are seriously asking me why?" Tristan responded not believing she was asking what she was.



"Yes damn it! Why do you care?" Celestine yelled in frustration. The pain was getting worse now that the moment had passed, and it was a sharp throbbing sensation. 



Tristan rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Fine, I guess you don't get it so I'll explain it. The honest truth? When I first saw you, you were just another victim to be seduced, fucked and then consumed. But as soon as I got close to you I realized you are so much more then just some puny mortal looking to get a good lay. You are so much more complex then just that, and that makes you so very beautiful! I know you don't think it's the case Celestine, but you have desires... Carnal desires where you are the center of the show, not your friends or someone far away, but you! Part of you wants a powerful man to simply take you in his hands and force himself on you. You want someone to take the control away from you so that you can just relax and fucking enjoy yourself, because as it stands now? You can't... you just simply can't. <i>His </i>death did this too you... Made you think and act and live like this, where you constantly have to be in control! You can't just let something happen; it has to be in your plan or by design, even though the person you <i>really </i>are is screaming to be let out."



"But even beyond that, beyond the control being taken away, you want to feel fulfilled. Something I am guessing you haven't felt in a very long time Celestine. My guess is that you work in a very thankless job environment, despite the great work I am sure you do. I bet that the people at your workplace keep their distance from you as well, even if they are friendly at times. I imagine that you can feel the men's eyes on you when they think you won't notice. I know that the other women in the office keep their distance too, jealous of how beautiful and strong you are."



Celestine opened her mouth to speak but Tristan put a finger to her lips to silence her. "Shush. You asked, and I'm not done. You need to hear this."



"I imagine being taken control of is just the tip of the iceberg Celestine as I imagine you want to experience so many other things as well. You asked me before if I was using my powers to make you feel the way you were. The answer was yes. But unlike before, I wasn't forcing arousal onto you... Instead I was simply bringing forth your own desires. You can choose to believe I'm lying to you, I don't really care. But the fact of the matter is you want to be free of the control you've shackled yourself with! That's what is different about you Celestine, that's why I want you so much! You restrain yourself so tightly, and to someone like me it seems as if you are torturing yourself! But I see past that... to the person you are inside. And that side of you plays such a massive role in how you act and carry yourself, even though you don't even realize it! Even in your defiance I can see your desires! But you use your self control to push people away, and keep them at a distance so that there is no risk of getting hurt or losing control."



"That is why I care. You are a creature of desire, who has shackled herself with doubts and fears... And I cannot stand it. You want so badly to be free, but you fear the agonies that come with freedom and you doubt that even if you were free, that you could fulfill your desires. Would the world scorn you for the things you want? Would it hate you and call you a pervert? My question to that is 'so what if they do?' Stop caring about what the world at large might think, and act on your desires." 



Celestine listened to Tristan's rant as it finally came to a culminating point. She was surprised by herself, in that she didn't hate what he was saying... Hearing him say she was beautiful struck a cord as well... The way he said it, how he sounded like he believed it utterly and completely, made her feel very warm inside. She looked to him though, waiting for him to keep going and after a long moment she spoke up, a slight smirk on her features. "You done?" 



Tristan's arms fell to his sides and he smiled back, realizing his long winded speech hadn't broken her out of her shell. He chuckled a bit and shrugged. "Well, I tried." 



"Great, can I go home now?" Celestine asked feigning optimism. 



"Nope. Sorry." Tristan said standing up again before reaching down and scooping up Celestine and heading towards a proper couch chair. Celestine was about to object, but by the time she could, he had already sat her down in the much more comfortable chair. 



After a few more moments, Claude came trotting up to Celestine's room with Rena in tow. Somewhere along the line she had lost her towel, so she tore down a curtain and wrapped herself up in it so she wasn't running around naked. Claude came up to Celestine and gently took her hand as he began to do bandage disinfect and bandage the wound properly. "Hum... this will take some time to heal my dear. You must have bit down very hard." Celestine watched as he pulled the makeshift bandage aside and she gulped some as she saw the wound fully. 'Some time' was a big exaggeration. It would probably take a few weeks if not months to heal properly...



"There is a way to expiate the process..." Claude said aloud, allowing Celestine to fill in the rest. 



"You want me to let him mark me don't you?" Celestine asked sourly.



"It is not a matter of what I want my dear, it's what you want. If you feel you can handle reduced function of your hand, then feel free to forgo the mark. I am simply making a suggestion..."



Celestine looked to Claude but as he cleaned up the wound she had to bite back the pain occasionally. Part of her began to wonder if it would be worth it... but she quickly stomped those thoughts out...



~~~~



It took the better part of half an hour for Claude to treat Celestine's hand, and his assessment was that if allowed to heal, the chances of a scar being left behind was significantly reduced. The stitching hurt like hell, but Celestine managed after he froze her hand. Once done however, Claude spoke up.



"Well, now that that has been dealt with, will we be going soon?" 



Celestine blinked and frowned. "Going?"



Tristan chuckled. "Yes. We were talking about that before you went and hurt yourself. I want to take you shopping, to get you new clothes that would better suit you. Plus, I need to get some myself, my last set of fine clothes were... damaged." Rena giggled as she heard Tristan finish and Celestine looked to her curiously.



"Oh, you should have seen it. We were at court and this bloated gluttony demon went and accidentally vomited all over master after gorging himself." Rena couldn't contain herself any further and fell over laughing. Tristan seemed less amused but he let her laugh. Claude however wrinkled his nose. 



"What a wretched creature that he was... gorging himself before vomiting only to gorge again... disgusting." 



"Now now Claude," Tristan spoke up. "He is a demon of gluttony, he can't exactly help his own nature. Besides, you are referring to one of the lords of gluttony... I'd be careful about calling him disgusting or you might end up on his dinner plate." 



Claude shook his head. "Perhaps. But I doubt very much anyone here would sell me out to him. Besides, I'm quite certain I'd give him indigestion." 



The three demons laughed, all the while Celestine watched semi horrified at the topic of discussion. Eventually the laughter died down and she spoke up. "Claude told me about this outing you've got planned... I suspect he told you my feelings on it but I'll repeat myself for the hell of it. I'm not your fucking doll... You can't expect that I'll just let you dress me up." 



Tristan looked to her and shook his head. "Not quite. I may make several suggestions, but beyond that you'll have your choice of items." Tristan said very reasonably. 



Celestine frowned lightly. "You are not taking me to some lingerie place or some nonsense like that are you?" 



Tristan grinned. "While the thought did cross my mind, no I am not. Like I said, I need to get some clothes for myself." 



"Fine... but I can't promise that I'll wear anything you suggest or nonsense like that." Celestine said firmly. "However I'll need something more then a housecoat to wear out won't I?" 



Rena went over to the walk in closet and turned on the light inside. Celestine could see there wasn't much inside, but there was a dark green vest and a pair of jeans that might fit her. "They are temporary clothes until we could get you into something that might fit better." Rena explained. "Claude commandeered them from one of the staff when you first arrived." 



Celestine looked to Claude who bowed his head lightly. Celestine got up and headed into the closet but quickly looked back. "There are no under garments..." She looked to Tristan who shrugged gently. "Ah... I see. Asshole." Celestine shook her head and went into the closet, closing the doors behind her to get some privacy. 



Meanwhile, Tristan noticed Rena come up and look to him a bit hesitantly. Tristan let her wait for a moment before looking to her with a slight smile. "Yes my dear?" 



"Uh... Master? Can I come along too? I'd... like to get some new clothes as well and... well I promise I won't mess up his place this time." Rena said pleading with her master. 



Tristan looked to her for a long while and pondered for a moment before coming to a conclusion. 



"Very well, but only if Celestine is comfortable with it." Rena almost jumped in joy, which did cause her curtain to fall to the ground as she ran around naked. "While I do enjoy the sight of you in the nude Rena, you will need to put your clothes back on..." Rena paused and realized she was naked again before nodding and heading to pick up her shirt and jeans to put them on. 



By the time she was dressed Celestine came out of the walk in closet and everyone took a look at her... She was blushing slightly and glared at Tristan. "Don't say a fucking word." Tristan's response was holding up his hands defensively, after all, he hadn't picked those clothes. They did look good on her of course, but the issue was that they were cut quite low... the vest was tight and revealed a great deal of Celestine's cleavage, and the jeans were low enough that you could begin to see the crack of Celestine's ass. "Let's get this hell over with..." Celestine grumbled as she followed the others out.



~~~



Celestine admired the car she sat in as Claude drove them towards whatever destination they were headed to. But more specifically, she was trying to find familiar landmarks from her surroundings, anything to try and figure out where in the world Tristan's mansion was... She wasn't sure if she could manage it, but she planned on trying to escape during this excursion, and knowing where she was might help... However she would have to wait until she got into the city to make any guesses... However her attention was drawn when she noticed Tristan out of the corner of her eye. She was sitting in the back with him, while Rena sat in the front seat beside Claude. 



She had been doing her best not to look at Tristan ever since she came out of the walk in closet in her room. Every time she did her heart began to quicken. After everything he had said, she began to wonder how exactly he felt about her... clearly she wasn't just another morsel to consume and then move on with... But she wondered if any of what he had said had been the truth. She didn't believe it was the case, but she couldn't help but weigh the possibilities. If it was true... then chances were that she wouldn't hold out much longer. Today he had nearly broken her and they both knew it. It was only because he didn't like seeing her hurt herself that he stopped at all... Still... that didn't mean he didn't plan on eating her soul at some point... 

<hr pg="3" />"So...about earlier," Celestine suddenly realized that she was speaking... "I'll try and avoid hurting myself again... alright?" What was she saying? Why was she saying it? 



Tristan looked to her and seemed slightly confused. "I would hope so. You went and worried everyone when you freaking bit yourself. Though I must admit, you are the first person to every try that to break free. It worked in a odd sort of way though so I suppose so congratulations are in order. But yes... please don't ever do that again." 



Celestine stayed quite for a long moment, nervously shifting in her seat. She didn't know why, but she knew that Tristan was the cause of her unease. It wasn't that he was using his powers, in fact directly the opposite. It was that he wasn't using them at the moment, yet despite that, she still felt herself drawn to him... Maybe it was everything he had said... but... in all likelihood the root cause was probably simpler. It was the fact that he was a handsome and strong man... She was still angry with him for trespassing into her dreams and watching her memories, but... somehow it didn't seem so serious at the moment when compared to what he said about her during his rant. 



She couldn't say he was right about everything, but he was right about a few things... Work had been a complete shit storm lately... Her male coworkers often did stare at her, even though she dressed conservatively at work. What was worse, because her boss took out all her frustrations on Celestine, because before she came, her boss was the center of everyone's attentions. Celestine didn't have any proof, but she was fairly certain that her boss got her position by fucking her way up the ladder... 



Celestine didn't put much weight in how he said she always restrained herself or whatever. She just... liked to have a plan is all. Just because she did her best to keep to it, didn't mean she wasn't someone who could enjoy herself. Admittedly she did miss out occasionally, especially if someone spontaneously decided to go out some night when she had planned to study during her collage years... 



Still, the part that stuck in her mind so tightly was how fervently he said she was beautiful... Maybe... maybe she was selling herself short sometimes... Rena thought she was attractive as well, and her friends often suggested the same thing... Men did hit on her frequently whenever she went out dancing with Cameron but... for some reason she usually turned them down...



Celestine looked to Tristan on impulse and she nearly gasped when she did. He was sitting back with his eyes closed, with a calm smile on his face. She did her best not to stare, but given that he wasn't paying attention, she couldn't help it. Her mouth went dry and she could still smell his aroma faintly... She eventually managed to tear her eyes away from him and tried to think of something to say... Until a curious thought came to her.



"Tristan, Claude told me that you can communicate with your demonic servants who bear your mark. He was correct yes?" 



"Hum? Oh yes that is true. I can do it with human servants as well if they bear a second mark. Why do you ask?" 



"Well... why did you send Rena to get Claude when I hurt my hand, when you could have just told him to come via the mark?" Celestine watched his face to see what his reaction would be... but she was surprised when he smiled wider at her question. 



"Hum... seems Claude was right and you are a quick study..." he opened his eyes and looked to her. "I sent her because I wanted some time alone with you... Even if it was tending self inflicted wounds. I saw an opportunity and I took it." Celestine frowned at his calm demeanor. How quick on his feet was he, to have reacted as he did to the situation even while under duress... 



"You are a sly bastard... you know that?" Celestine said, annoyed, impressed, and a little flattered all at once. 



"I do, but thank you for your vote of confidence. I man can do wonders with the praise of a lovely woman urging him on." 



Celestine blinked... He had just turned an admission of guilt into a complement for her... Again she felt herself blush but she turned away before he could tell. Looking out the window she realized they were heading into the city, and it was enough to get an idea of which direction they were coming from... At least she was still in her home city...



As they continued to drive, Claude spoke up so that the two of them could hear. "The package has caught up with us my Lord."



Tristan took a glance behind them and Celestine followed his gaze... finding a black minivan was following them. "Good." Tristan said aloud. Hopefully we can get it inside without issue this time. Let them know to go around back when we get there, we'll let them in after pleasantries are done."



Celestine looked to Tristan confused... wondering what was going on...



~~~



When they pulled up Celestine got out after Rena opened her door and took a look around trying to figure out where she was... It was quite familiar but it didn't click for her until she looked at the store they had stopped in front of and her mouth fell open...



"Holy shit... you have to be joking..." she said stunned... She looked to Tristan and he shook his head.



"No, this is the place. I assume by your reaction that you know it?" 



"Yes I do... Are you really taking me to Veste Candida? I mean... holy hell... this is the highest end fashion store on this coast!" 



Tristan chuckled and offered her his arm and she was about to take it, as overwhelmed as she was. But she paused halfway to him and shook her head before going towards the door by herself. However when she got there she found the sign said that the place was closed... Glancing back to Tristan he smiled and seemed to look to the building. 



"He'll be at the door in a moment..." 



Celestine was about to ask who would be but the doors opened and she didn't believe her eyes... John Barlow, the owner, and chief designer for Veste Candida was bowing his head to Tristan after opening the front door. John was an American designer, one which in his early years always seemed to be ahead of the curve in the fashion world. He had a rocky start however, because he would not bow to the desires of other designers but instead created things that many look back and call 'visionary'. Today he is known world wide, and while the majority of his clientele was American, supposedly more and more foreign aristocrats were coming to him...



"My lord it is so good to see you!" John said aloud as he opened the door for them to pass. As Celestine went in she glanced his way nervously, and she found him looking back wide eyed at her. 



Once inside Celestine had to resist the urge to simply gape at the wonders in John's large boutique. Clothes of every variety were on display in the shop, some of which Celestine knew were one of a kind items, and so ridiculously expensive she could never hope to own one... This was the place that celebrities and the ludicrously wealthy came to shop for clothes if they wanted to make a splash at whatever gala or event they went to... Celestine knew John's works and style fairly well, having studied them in her younger years when she had time to dream about such things herself. On top of all that however, John did more then just clothes. Often, if one could pay for it, he would create an entire look for someone, including jewelry and styling... 



Celestine had to tear her eyes away from all the beautiful clothes when she heard Tristan respond to John. "And it is good to see you John. I am happy see that things are still going quite well for your shop. I hope I didn't put you in too much of a bind when I asked you to close up today? I know it was short notice and all." 



"Not at all milord. Though..." Celestine noticed John glance in Rena's direction as she looked over a set of corset dresses, all of which looked to be made for people taller then Rena, much to her disappointment and annoyance. 



"Though what John?" Tristan asked, catching John's glance to Rena. 



"Uhm? Oh it is nothing; I shouldn't have brought it up. On a more gracious note..." He began looking to Celestine, eyes narrowing in focus and scrutiny. "she is the one isn't she?" John asked almost excited. Celestine also noticed the slight undercurrent of lust in his voice...



Tristan snapped his fingers in front of John's face bringing his attention back to Tristan immediately. "Indeed she is... You are to be professional. Perfectly so... I will be displeased if I find out you are being handsy. Are we understood?"



John paled but a fraction but nodded with perfect poise. "Of course my lord, of course. I would never act on any lustful thoughts when it comes to your guest." 



"Good. I would hate to think that the payment I brought would be wasted if you tried to sate your desires on her... Besides... I frankly don't think you could keep up with her." Tristan said calmly as he looked away. John cocked his head confused but smiled regardless. 



"M-Master? Forgive me as I did not want to bring it up but... my payment?" Celestine saw John's eyes go almost wild as he moistened his lips with his tongue. 



"Yes, when we head into the back we will bring it in. Note: you are to indulge only <i>after </i>we are gone. I do not want to spend an exceedingly large amount of time here." 



"I wouldn't think of it master. Without your support I would have never gotten this far or gained this much. I owe you everything." John said bowing his head again. 



"Correction. You owe me everything and more." Tristan said simply before walking towards Celestine. "We are going to head into the back where John keeps his newest creations in a little bit. If you see anything up from here that you like, point it out and he'll see to it that it is brought back for you to try on and what not." 



Celestine nodded and began browsing as did Tristan and Rena. However after a few minutes and a dozen or so selections, Celestine heard a feminine voice from the upper floor, where she knew the lingerie and other sex orientated clothes were. "My lord, forgive me for not being at the door to meet you when you first arrived." The voice was smooth and silky, though Celestine could hear an undercurrent of barely contained excitement as well. Looking up Celestine wasn't surprised to see Eleonore Roselle stepping down the stairs from the second floor to the main. Celestine also found herself slightly jealous of how Eleonore seemed to glide down the steps instead of stepping down them. 



Celestine knew Eleonore almost as well as she knew John... She was a French model who came from oversees to find work, and in the process found John just when he was starting out. They apparently fell in love and got married shortly after. For the following twenty years Eleonore would only model John's dresses and styles, despite ridiculous offers from other companies. Still, between the two of them they had made a small dynasty in the fashion world... She had recently retired though, which wasn't surprising given she was getting into her mid forties. Still, many thought it was too soon given that she still looked very young for her age, even after bearing John a son nineteen years ago. Her raven hair still was as glossy as the day she started her work and she hadn't put any fat on or sagged anywhere as far as Celestine could see...



Even now Eleonore wore one of John's designs; a black dress that looked almost like it had been poured on her, and glittered gently in the light of the room. It left her shoulders bear and presented her breasts enough to draw attention, but was still tasteful enough to be able to get away with at an upscale affair. The slit up the side of her dress revealed her long flawless legs all the way to the hip, almost daring the wind to take the fabric and reveal too much. Fine silver chains accented the dress, highlighting the curves of her body... coupled with the silver jewelry she wore Celestine could only summarize the entire package as 'perfect'. 



Still her attentions were drawn away when Eleonore spoke again. "I do wish you would have given us more warning. If I had known you were coming earlier, I would have prepared for your visit." Celestine wondered exactly how more prepared she could have been... Still Eleonore continued as she strode up and looped her arm into her husbands before looking to Celestine, and smiling approvingly. "My... you seem to have found a diamond my lord... She is startling... and completely natural I may add as well." Celestine blushed at the complements from one of her heroines. "And Bashful as well! Lord Durial, how you managed to snatch her away from the world is beyond me... I would have figured that some agency would have noticed her somewhere!" 



Celestine smiled and shook her head. "Ah... Thank you Miss Roselle, but I don't think I'm anything that special..." 



"Nonsense!" Eleonore stepped forwards and Celestine gasped as she felt the French woman's hands on her waist as she began to explore Celestine's curves, despite the fact that her clothes were almost skin tight. "You have a perfect body for modeling... Even without training your poise is nearly perfect... But what am I doing?" Eleonore shook her head and stepped back. "Forgive me my dear, I was overly forward." John chuckled lightly but Celestine shook her head.



"No... no its fine. I was just startled is all." She said sheepishly... still not believing that she was talking to Eleonore at all... 



Tristan chuckled but began to walk towards the back of the boutique and through a set of double doors that were marked 'Employees Only' and everyone followed calmly, though Claude stayed behind at the car outside. Once into the back Celestine again found herself in awe of all the unique and one of a kind items... however unlike in the front, these items didn't seem to be fully complete... or rather they were in the process of being complete. 



John began to explain, clearly for Celestine's benefit. "It is one thing to make a set of clothes that anyone could wear... it is an entirely different affair to create a piece of art that accents a singular person. That is what is done back here my dear, for both women and men. I spend a great deal of time back here, now that I have other designers under me who do the more mundane side of work." Eleonore leaned in and whispered something into her husband's ear while looking to Celestine excitedly. John seemed to nod and responded to her aloud. "I was thinking exactly that... we will try a few other things first, but I think it would look beautiful on her..." 



Celestine looked to both of them curiously, trying not to feel like a kid in a candy store... But she paused as she noticed that Rena headed to the back door and pushed it open. Outside several men were waiting beside the van that had been following them. Tristan nodded to Rena and she signaled the men to bring whatever it was they were transporting inside. It didn't take long for Celestine's glee about where she was to be ground to dust at what she saw being brought in... 



He was a young man... probably no more then 19... He was bound at his hands, blindfolded and gagged... Celestine also saw that his ears were covered, likely to keep him from hearing anything. He wore light pants, but otherwise was naked. Celestine heard Eleonore sigh pleasantly and the couple moved forwards to inspect their payment... Celestine was horrified... that young man didn't look like he wanted to be here... If anything he looked like he had been dragged here against his will and was being fed to the wolves... 



"He is perfect my lord... we will have great fun with him..." John rasped excitedly... 



"I imagined as much." Tristan replied, before nodding to the men who seemed to drag the young man down a set of stairs and out of sight. "Now... shall we get started?" 



Eleonore detached herself from her husband and went to Tristan. "My lord, if you would follow me, I will see to fitting you while John handles the lovely young lady." Celestine noticed that as Eleonore took Tristan's arm she shuddered lightly and was slightly flushed... More specifically, Celestine saw that she was aroused as she led Tristan off and hugged closely to him. A pang of jealousy shot through Celestine but she was distracted when John spoke up beside her. 



"Shall we?" he said indicating to another room nearby... Celestine began to follow his lead and she could hear classical music begin to play throughout the whole building as they entered the fitting room.



~~~



Tristan stood as Eleonore began to measure him out for fitting. He knew that he hadn't grown any since the last time he had been here, but he allowed it regardless. He was curious to see how long she would be able to hold out given how riled up she was at just the sight of him... He felt her hands on his back as she used a tape to start measuring his shoulders width and height. Tristan still didn't say anything when he felt her breasts push against him each time she moved. Tristan grinned lightly as she tried to arouse him with her caresses and provocative touches. Unfortunately for her, Tristan had supreme control over himself, and if he didn't wish to become aroused, he wouldn't. But he knew that her inability to get him going would push her harder to try and arouse him, and then the real fun would be able to start. 



It was clear that Eleonore wanted to fuck him... just like she wanted to every time they met. He could already hear her quickened breath and could feel the heat coming off her in her excitement. But each time she measured a different aspect of him he could feel her growing irritation and desire. Soon she came around to stand in front of him and began again. As she got lower and lower, he spoke for the first time since entering the room. "How have things been with you and John?" asked casually, as if he didn't notice her growing need. 



"It has been... just fine my lord... though recently, I must admit I have been feeling slightly neglected... Do not get me wrong; I love my husband very much, but... since we have started using the young men you've been giving us... I get less and less attention. He enjoys them too much sometimes, and is easily distracted by the sound of the whip against their skin..." her voice grew huskier as she recollected the sight of their toys and how they slowly broke them. 



"I thought you enjoyed them as well?" Tristan asked, knowing the answer and where it would lead her... 



"I do milord I do! But, our methods are different... I mix pleasure into the pain, making them beg for more of both before they finally find release... and enjoy it because John enjoys watching me inflict pain and pleasure... But John simply enjoys their screams and broken skin over anything else. He is sadistic, and cruel, and I love him for it... but I can't provide him with that form of pleasure. So I feel as if I am made secondary in the face of that... He doesn't feel responsible for getting them off, where he does me. Its simply easier I think..." 



"Do you want him to beat you? Only for him to fuck you after?" Tristan asked stunning her. She looked to him with wide eyes and after a long moment she slowly nodded. 



"Yes... Yes I do! But he won't... he doesn't want to risk harming my body... he loves me... but he is afraid of damaging me..." She said as if disappointed... 



"Perhaps I can speak with him... and see if I can convince him hum?" Tristan suggested. "After all, you are a very beautiful woman..." Tristan lifted his hand to her jaw and slowly ran his fingers down her chin, until he stopped at the tip. Eleonore shuddered at the touch and gently took his hand, before wrapping her lips around his fingers and sucking gently. 



"What could I do to repay such a kindness my lord?" Eleonore asked, her voice dripping with lust and want... Tristan smiled lightly, as he held out his arms. 

<hr pg="4" />"We could start with finishing the measuring hum? Make sure to get measurements of <i>everything. </i>We don't want to miss anything now do we?" 



Eleonore whimpered lightly as he left her trembling, but she nodded. However, she soon noticed that his shirt was torn from when he made Celestine's bandage, and frowned lightly at it. "This will not do! It may ruin the measurements... my lord I must remove your shirt if it is to be accurate!" 



Tristan kept himself from laughing at her bullshit, and instead agreed and stripped off his shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up. Eleonore's heart skipped a few beats as she stared at his seemingly perfect form, but after a moment she continued to measure... still taking every opportunity to rub her breasts against him. Soon though she began to measure his legs and while Tristan wasn't sure if it was an accident or not, she brushed her cheek against his crotch, and it was clear she could feel his cock through the material... 



"M-... My lord... we should remove your pants... just to be accurate..." She just managed to get the words out, and this time Tristan chuckled lightly, and she looked up to him hungrily though slightly embarrassed. He didn't say a word though... and simply undid his belt and let the pants fall down, before stepping out of them and kicking them away. Eleonore was left kneeling in front of him, his flaccid cock hanging in front of her. Even soft it would have been a handful for her, and he saw her breath quicken as she licked her lips involuntarily. "My... lord has told me to measure everything. So I must..." She reasoned, as she gently took him into her hand and began trying to measure his length...



Tristan grinned and allowed himself to start swelling... not so fast as to reach full erection right away, but enough to make it impossible to get a good measurement... Eleonore whimpered again as she looked up to him. 



"It... it is getting hard slowly... I can't measure it..." 



"Then I suppose you should figure out how to speed up the process humm?" Tristan said without hesitation... Eleonore let out a pleased sigh as she leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. She dropped the measuring tape as she began opening her lips to allow him to slip into her mouth... Her free hand went to his ball sack and began to massage the twin orbs as she let out a low moan... She pulled his dick out of her mouth and licked down his growing shaft until she got to the base, where she began to kiss and suckle his testicles. 



"Oh god... Master I wanted this soooo bad... As soon as I heard you were coming my cunny started flooding... I could hardly wait to see your thick hard cock..." She began to stroke him as she took one of his balls into her mouth completely and suck it, before moving onto the other to repeat the process. Slowly she pulled back and lapped at the base of his now fully erect cock. "I can hardly even hold it..." She said against the base of it before giving a slightly drunken giggle. She pulled back and then engulfed his cock taking it as deeply as she could, before beginning to bob up and down on Tristan's cock while her hand stroked the portion she couldn't reach down... 



Tristan simply stood and let it all happen... he knew he wouldn't need to push Eleonore or force her inhibitions down. She was as willing to fuck as it got for normal mortals... He had helped get her career going when she first came from France, and ever since then, she's been in his debt. A debt she constantly longed to pay back using her body. He watched as she polished his cock and looked up to him desperately, longing to feel him even deeper into her throat... Soon she pulled back and spoke while she used her hands to stroke him fully. 



"Fuck I love the taste of your cock! It is so fucking hot and fills my whole throat! Every time I go down I feel it stretch my mouth pussy as I try and swallow more of it down." She let go just long enough to get her dress off and expose herself completely to Tristan, and he could see her nipples were hard and her cunt was simply drenched in anticipation. He could also see his mark on her flesh just below her belly button... However as soon as the beautiful dress was off she threw it aside and dropped to her knees again and lavished Tristan's hard member. She rained kisses up and down it while she stroked him with one hand, and massaged his balls with the other. "I can feel it inside these..." She began between kisses and laps. "I can feel how heavy your balls are with your thick cock cream." She was panting hard now, during the few moments she came up for air. "I want your thick hot semen my lord! I want it so BAD!" She almost cried out before she dove back onto his cock, wrapping her tongue around his thick head and suckling hard. 



"You want it do you?" Tristan asked his voice low and hungry sounding. The tone alone sent a shiver down Eleonore's back that made her moan onto his cock. As she looked up to him, he could see she was desperate as she nodded short quick nods as to avoid letting his cock slip out of her mouth. "You want my hot cum you cheating horny slut of a wife?" Eleonore's whole body quaked as Tristan spoke down to her like a cheep bitch. She sucked hard on his cock as she pulled back and it came out with a loud wet pop. 



"Ma-Master? What do you mean?" She said, half dreading his response and half longing for it... The hand she was using to massage his balls had gone down to her pussy to begin stuffing her fingers into her cunt as quickly as she could. 



"You know what I'm talking about you horny bitch!" Tristan said harshly, as he took his cock and poked her lips forcing her to begin licking and worship his dick. "I know you lie to your husband when you tell him you are going out to help out at the agency you used to work for. The only help you give is helping polish other men's cocks with your dirty lips and your whore cunt!" 



Eleonore pulled back long enough to object. "No! No I don't! I... I help the new models get used to the agency! That's all! Make them... make them feel welcome!" She wanted to protest more, but Tristan poked her lips again and she engulfed his cock again with her mouth, desperate to taste him over and over. 



"Liar!" Tristan snapped at her, pulling his cock out of her mouth and taking her by the hair before cock-slapping her several times. "You are a dirty fucking whore who can only feel young and beautiful when you have a cock is buried in your cunt or mouth! Tell me slut, how many times have you eaten cum out of another models' pussy after it got poured into her by one of the studs at your company? Huh? Tell me!" He slapped her again with his cock and grinned as Eleonore continued to furiously stab her fingers in and out of her little hot box. He could see her face twisted into that of pleasure and desire. Tristan knew that Eleonore was a closet masochist, and loved being talked to like a dirty cheep whore. 



"I-I don't know! I never bothered c-counting!" She cried out, her words muffled as Tristan continued to slap her with his cock. "I-I just see a pussy full of cum and I can't help myself! I just have to taste it! I love it when they squirm and writhe as I suck out all that hot man juice from their young tight cunts!" That was it, Tristan thought to himself. The switch had been flipped. "I suck the young men's cocks dry even when they try and tell me no! I smile as I can feel a young model scream against my lips as her virginity is being taken away! I orgasm as I feel the cum from all the studs that surround me pour all their cock sauce over me as they jerk off and I play with myself and beg for more!" She ducked her head down as she sucked up and down on Tristan's cock, slurping and drooling all over him as she moaned and whimpered onto his thick dick. She came up a moment later to continue her sex crazed rant. "But I love it most of all when a hot stud stuffs his thick dick into my sloppy cunt and fills me to the brim with his hot sticky Cum! I am a dirty cheating slut who loves having her pussy full of cum!" 



Tristan watched and listened as ranted loudly, and continued to finger and play with herself until it reached a culmination and she shuddered and came hard while she ground her body up against his leg. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her tongue lulled out completely lost in her lust and ecstasy. She bumped his cock lightly as she came and instinctively wrapped her lips around it and sucked so hard he wondered if she was trying to pull it off him... He felt her tongue lap around his cock head only to try and insert itself into his slit... "Ah... Fuck yes! Keep doing that you sex crazed nymph!" Tristan rumbled before grabbing her head and forcing her to stay where she was. She could feel his cock jerk a little and she immediately wanted to taste his cum even more. Thankfully she didn't have to wait long as the first jet of it began to pour into her mouth. "Do you like that you fucking whore!?" Tristan demanded from her. "Do you like the taste of my cock juice?!" 



Eleonore was swallowing it back as quickly as she could and did a surprisingly good job of it as her throat worked the thick ropy cum down her throat. She nodded quickly to his questions and moaned as more of his hot cum worked its way into her mouth... Soon Tristan was spent and pulled back, and Eleonore let his dick slip from her mouth as she sat on her knees panting hard. "Th-Thank you... Master... You taste soooooo good..." Eleonore's eyes glazed as she savored the taste of him. She was so enamored that she didn't realize he was pushing her onto all fours at first. "My Lord?" Eleonore asked still half dazed. 



She got her answer when she felt his cock against her damp fuck hole... Before she could object, Tristan grabbed her wrists and pulled her back as he thrust into her forcing the breath out of her as his hips met bottom. Instantly Tristan could feel her pussy squeeze and grip around his cock in surprise and delight... Tristan withdrew only to stab back into her again and began an almost frantic tempo. Each thrust made Eleonore gasp and squeal with delight as she could feel every inch of his cock bury itself into her cunt. She could feel him stretching her out and the head of his cock poking against her womb. 



"H-how!?" She cried out confused. He had cum so much and he was already going again? He only answered her with another thrust which ground against her pussy walls with enough force to make her cry out. 



"Quiet you fucking cock sock!" Tristan ordered harshly as he continued to use her viciously. "Do you want your husband to know you are a slut who can't get enough cock?! Do you want him to know that you've been sneaking out and shagging everyone who would have you?! That you've been doing this since before you even came from France?" 



"<i>AH! AH! AH</i>!" was her only response at first. Eventually she managed to string a few words together though. "No! Please don't tell him! <i>AH! </i>I love him! I have alwa-<i>AH! </i>Always loved him! I couldn't live without him! Please don't tell him!" Eleonore's begged desperately as Tristan continued to pound into her cunt. Despite her words her pussy still squeezed desperately trying to wring Tristan's seed out... 



Tristan continued to fuck Eleonore for several minuets before turning her over so he could watch her face with each thrust and enjoy the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down. He watched her and couldn't help but think about what might be happening in Celestine's room right now... John may be seeing her naked... in fact he likely was... truly it seemed like everyone had a chance to see her pure and naked form but him... He only realized that he had begun to fuck Eleonore even faster by the sound of her cries and the wet slapping sounds her pussy was making. She had stopped begging for more... indeed he doubted she could even take more at this point. He felt her pussy flutter and clench hard around his dick trying to milk him as she reached climax herself, but he was not yet satisfied with her pussy, so he kept going. His mark on her would allow her to bear it, at least better than any normal mortal, but still he was less then gentle. 



He couldn't help it really, he wanted Celestine desperately, but he wasn't willing to simply force it. He wanted her to be willing while still keeping her full faculties... Just the thought of her looking down at him as she climbed onto his cock and impaled herself onto him made him growl in lust... he heard Eleonore whimper as she felt his cock buck inside her, but it didn't matter to him if she would be sore after this... All he could think about was Celestine and how he wished it was her he was fucking. He knew she could keep up with him, at least for a while. Longer then Eleonore at least and longer then most mortals could hope too. He could just picture her lying on her back as he nestled his cock between her breasts and pumped between those lovely mounds, only for her to flick her tongue out and lap at his tip with each thrust, her head haloed in her fiery hair... He couldn't help but think about her offering her ass to him willingly. Her untouched hole that he would take slowly and gently... before making her cum hard with it... he could picture her face, contorted in ecstasy as she writhed under him or on top of him... he could almost feel her lips against his as she cried in bliss as he filled her pussy to the brim with his potent seed...



Eleonore was begging for him to cum, desperate for the feel of him spraying and marking her insides forever... She also knew that much more and he might actually break her... And while part of her wondered what that would be like, the rest feared it... Thankfully whatever Tristan seemed to be thinking of passed and he focused on her... before taking her hips and pulling them against him as he fired his heavy cum directly into her womb. Eleonore arched in silent rapture as she felt his cum pour into her and fill her belly. She came to a crippling climax as his seed began to flow back out of her womb, leaking out slightly around his cock. However he was soon spent and withdrew himself from her, leaving her sprawled out on the floor as she tried to catch her breath... 



Tristan however got up without concern and reached down and grabbed her by her hair and dragged her up to his softening cock. "Clean it up Eleonore... and then let's get this fitting over with. Make sure to get something that will match whatever it was that you and John were talking about with Celestine... I'll also need a new full suit, something noble looking. I'm thinking red trim, something to match Celestine's hair..." Eleonore nodded weakly as she began to clean Tristan's manhood of their juices... Tristan wasn't concerned about impregnating the aging woman... He was fairly certain she was barren by now, and even if she wasn't, he kept his virility down when he poured himself into her...

