TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 07
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-07
SUMMARY  : Celestine is given a great gift and accepts a curse.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-02-19
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |tattoo|demon|incubus|strapping|big breasts|blow job|


<i>Hello again all. 



I'm glad to see that many of you are enjoying this story so far and I hope to continue to update regularly. 



This chapter focuses largely between Celestine and Tristan, but I'll leave it up to you to decide if he's manipulating her or if he's being honest in his words and actions. 



Regardless, the beginning largely revolves around Rena and Edmond, the son of John and Eleonor. I also apologize if my descriptions of fashion are vague or confusing. I have little in the way of knowledge when it comes to such things so I just did my best. 



Additionally, I've tried to include an illustration in this chapter. I don't know if it will work or not, given its width but hopefully it will. If not I'll try and post it separately in its own posting. 



Thanks again everyone.</i>



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Rena wandered about John's boutique as her master and Celestine were getting fitted. There were so many beautiful pieces of clothing here, but Rena realized early on that many of them were designed for taller women... She knew she was short in her human form, but looking at everything here drove it home further and made her anger seethe. Still, she kept her cool because she knew if she didn't, she would end up shredding everything around her and that most defiantly would not make her master happy. After last time she had to beg to be allowed to come back and frankly she didn't want to risk what might come if she disobeyed again...



The shitty classical music didn't help much either... It was playing throughout the building and ground on her nerves... she preferred heavier faster music, something that got you excited, not this slow gentle shit... Regardless she continued to browse. She did find a few items that would suit her, and would actually fit her. They were not super simple clothes, but at least they were not the complex and layered ordeals that some might find appealing. One caught her eye especially. It was a black leather corset set that had a short slightly frilly skirt that reached down a few inches below her groin and bottom. Cocking her head lightly she also saw that most of the leather was covered in fine etching, which gave the corset a sharp look, as if it was dangerous to touch. It helped that it was obviously meant to show off a woman's breasts. 



Rena continued to look about for things that might go well with the corset... She knew little about fashion and really just picked things she liked and hoped that her master would enjoy as well. Part of her wished Celestine was with her as she might be able to provide some actual insight but she was otherwise occupied with John right now. Eventually she found a few more things that she liked and headed into a changing room. 



When she came out again and looked in the full body mirror she was pleased with what she found. It wasn't something she could wear all the time, but she liked it so far. The corset was snug on her and showed off her breasts well. Indeed any overly vigorous motion might set them loose... It also meant that Lord Durial could easily pull it down to make her ample bosom spill out. Up her legs and bottom were black fishnet stockings with quarter sized holes. The sandals she chose were heavy looking with many leather straps that crisscrossed over her feet while still displaying a fair amount of skin. Finally she had a pair of fingerless gloves and leather wrist bands, which seemed to have some sort of metal rings wrapped around them and sown in. When Rena had torn them off the jacket they had come from, several of the links had ended up being pulled free of their stitching and hung loosely from her wrists. It gave them a frayed and slightly broken look and Rena found she liked it... and proceeded to spread the damaged look to the rest of her clothes. By the time she was done, there were a few much larger holes in her fishnets and the hem of her skirt was frayed quite a bit. 



As Rena looked at herself in the mirror she shook out her ponytail, allowing her black hair to spill over her shoulders and her bangs to come down. When put all together, it almost gave an 'I've broken free' look that she enjoyed quite a bit. She was about to continue to go back to looking for more clothes when the music being played suddenly shifted from the crap it was before to a music that made Rena's heart beat faster. It was loud, fast and while she couldn't understand every word of the vocalist, the bits she did understand suggested that the singers were great warriors off to a bloody battle...



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"What is that noise?!" John howled as he tried to cover his ears... Everything was going so perfectly... Celestine was almost radiant in anything that he put on her, and she liked many of his works. He was slowly building up to what he was hoping would be the pinnacle of his work so far... But the thrashing noise brought it all to a screeching halt. Celestine glanced up towards where the music was coming from and shrugged gently. 



"It is some sort of heavy metal... I do believe that's either Viking or Celtic metal... I find it hard to tell sometimes." She glanced to him and saw his surprise. "A friend of mine listens to it all the time. I've learned not to mind it..." John just gaped at her. To him this was like poison, but she didn't seem to care one way or another and turned her attention back to the dress she wore. "This shows... an awful lot of skin don't you think? And it feels kinda short..." John marveled at his own work as Celestine tried to pull the dress hem down further... Celestine currently wore a short black dress dress, which reached about halfway up from her knees to her hips and had a low V Cut to expose the curves of Celestine's breasts. The material around her breasts, waist and the cuffs of the sleeves were embroidered with golden thread that almost glowed in the low light in painstakingly detailed curved lines. What's more, the black cloth was just barely sheer in nature and allowed a dedicated observer to see the curves of her body where the material didn't hug her tightly. Only locations that would get you arrested for indecency had marginally thicker material... 



She turned to look in a different mirror to try and get a different angle and John was happy to see that she was warming up to it... The articles of clothing had been covering progressively less and less. Something his master had suggested might work with Celestine. They had started at simple shirts and pants for her to wear around the house or whenever, but quickly John turned it this way... soon he would be getting her into what many regressive thinkers might call scandalous.



But he could never get there with the noise of this music... Using the remote he tried to turn it back to his own music but it quickly became apparent that it wasn't working... A buzz came over the intercom and John quickly went to answer it. Tristan's voice came out somewhat annoyed. "Care to explain what's going on?" 



"I... I don't know my lord. My music changer must have been tapered with in the booth where everything is kept. I'll go handle it now. I can hardly work like this after all!" John had a sneaking suspicion that his son had gotten into the booth and was using it to listen to his horrific music again. He loved his son, but he was unyieldingly rebellious, and often pulled pranks and shit on John just to prove how little control the father had over his son... Never mind that he dressed like a punk in those hideous clothes... There were times he just wanted to lash his son for his arrogance like he did the boys he and his wife kept behind locked doors...



"Don't bother." Tristan's voice came through the comm. "I've already sent Rena to go investigate... She'll deal with it as she sees fit." The finality of his voice sent a cold shot down John's back. 



"Master, please... it's likely my son! I will discipline him, I swear! There is no need for Miss Rena to... deal with this..." John tried to keep the desperation out of his voice but was failing miserably. 



"Does he belong to me? Have I placed my mark on him John?" Tristan asked simply. 



"... No... my lord you have not... But please, he is our Everything!" 



"Then I suppose it's good you owe me everything and more isn't it?" Tristan responded with perfect calm. John could hear his wife gasp in the background and could only stagger back in misery... The little hellion would paint the walls with his son... and he couldn't do anything to stop it...



John was stunned when Celestine stepped forwards and pressed the intercom button to speak. "Tell her to stop Tristan... Tell her to stop or I'm done here. I don't care if I have to walk out the front door naked; you're not going to have an innocent boy butchered just because of a prank."



Tristan laughed in response, though it wasn't a threatening or mocking. "Butchered? No. You all seem to misunderstand something... I never told Rena to kill him. I told her to deal with it... We are in a public place, and a murder in a public part of your premises doesn't exactly help with the day to day function of this establishment... She's going to go change the music back... or simply destroy the player if that's what it takes. So unless your boy tries to attack her, I suspect he'll be reasonably safe..." 



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Rena hopped up the stairs up to the booth stationed on the top floor. She could see through the large pane of glass that made up a window into the room and saw that there was a young man inside... She couldn't see all of him, but noticed that his clothes were dark and bore a great deal of metal chains, straps and studs. He had his back to the window as he was messing with the controls inside. Rena didn't hesitate to simply enter the room and when she did the young man turned towards her and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the sight of her. "What the?... How did you get in here? The shop is closed..." he asked as he eyed her over... 



Rena could feel the lust radiating off him as he looked her over and she smiled lightly to him in response. He wasn't a perfect looker by any means... But he did have a bit of a dashing look to him, curly hair that was an inch or so long with sharp eyes. At first she didn't respond to his question, wondering what he would do. Frowning slightly he forced his lust back and stepped up. "Hey... you can't be in here. The store is closed. Do you want me to call the cops?"



Rena grinned at him as she stepped closer, and was impressed when he didn't back away. Instead he got a smug look on his face as if her attempt to intimidate him was amusing. He was about to speak but she quickly cut him off. "Go ahead... Call them. I'd like to see them try and catch me... Then again, if they do I guess we wouldn't be able to see each other again hum?" She cocked her head at him as she leaned over some, giving him an even greater view of her chest. He blinked once but otherwise managed to keep it together. Again he was about to speak when she cut him off again, and was pleased to see the annoyed look on his face. "I'm here with some clients that the owner of this place is serving privately. Personal fittings and designs you see..." 



The young man frowned and shook his head. "Bull. Even when that happens Da-... The owner doesn't close up shop. Especially with no warning." 



"We are a special case... You could say that this store, indeed both the owner and his wife owe so much to us that they'd do anything to keep us happy." Rena glanced around the room and frowned. She didn't know how to work any of this complex looking gear... "They don't like the music you're playing. Turn it back to that crap that was playing before." Rena ordered calmly.



The young man scoffed. "Why the hell should I listen to you little miss punk?" he asked looking to her clothes, which gave off a slightly punk vibe to those who knew the scene. He also noticed that some of it was things from the store... "Hey... did you steal those?!" 



Rena shrugged before responding. "No. Like I said, we are special clients." Rena reached up and taking the collar of his hoody and pulling down on it so he was face to face with her. "Now change the music back. If you do, you might get a reward for your trouble." Rena's voice came out as a purr and she could feel the lust in him bubbling up again. He began to reach for her but she gently slapped his hand away before pulling away. "Work first, rewards after..." She said sweetly.



The young man looked frustrated but went to equipment and Rena could hear the music change. Unfortunately it also changed inside the booth. He looked to her and spoke. "Happy? The crap is back on..." He clearly didn't like it either... 



"No, I'm not happy. I hate whatever this shit is... Can you make your music play only in here?" She asked curiously. 



"Yea, I can. Do you that sort of music?" He asked as he began to work the equipment again. It took a bit longer, but soon Rena was pleased to hear the music she liked roar up again. He continued to mess around with the controls and Rena began to feel the thump of the base in her chest...



"I do... Now, as for your reward..." When he turned to face her she pushed him into a chair along the wall near some shelves. It was a plush chair that reclined, and was likely used by John to listen to music in peace while thinking up new creations... The young man fell into it before looking up to Rena, who quickly began to straddle his lap. "Mmmm... That's better don't you think?" As the music continued she began to sway lightly with the fast beat, all the while pretending that she didn't notice the growing hardness in his pants or his eyes following her almost desperately. 



"Hey... uh... what's your name?" The young man asked and Rena looked down to him curiously... That had never happened before... Usually men didn't care what her name was. But then she wasn't going to eat his soul like in those normal cases so she simply answered him.



"I'm Rena." 



"I'm Edmond... My Dad owns this place." He said slightly dazed at what was happening to him. 



"Humm... I figured as much. You smell like a rich kid..." Rena leaned over him and inhaled his scent before groaning lightly and looking to him, mere inches from his face. "Not that I care about money at all." She said with a grin before leaning even further in and nibbling at his ear before whispering into it. "I just had a naughty idea.... it'll be part of your reward...What do you say?" She asked as she ground herself against him lightly, and could feel his erection through his jeans. It helped that Rena was pressing her own powers over lust onto him... It wasn't something that could make a man break instantly into a frothing pussy hungry animal, but she could force every sensation to be greater, every want to be more intense... 



"I... I..." Edmond gulped once and began to sit back up, forcing the recliner up and Rena away some. "I can't. I have a girlfriend and she'd kill me if she found out I messed around with someone else!" He almost began to push Rena off him but she swatted away his hands and pushed the chair to lean back again with him in it.



"Oh please. How could she possibly find out? Come on... live a little. I know you want to... <i>he </i>most certainly does..." Rena accented by grinding against his crotch. 



Edmond shook his head lightly. "I... I don't know... I mean I'd feel terrible for cheating on her..." Rena grinned wickedly. He was breaking... Compared to Celestine he was so weak, but then she didn't want someone who was strong... 



"If that's the case, just pretend I'm her Edmond... Pretend I'm your hot little girlfriend who can't wait to get her lips wrapped around your dick. Come on Edmond... Wicked sex is the best sex!" 



"I... fuck... okay... Okay! I get it...I give i-mmff!" Rena had enough of his talking and pounced, crushing her lips against his. It only took him a moment to kiss back though and soon the room was filled with the sounds of them making out and Metal. Rena could feel his hands begin to slide up her sides, feeling her curves and shapely figure before beginning to try and pull her corset down. All the while she was pulling out his belt from his jeans... Once it was free she gently slapped his hands.



"Now now naughty boy... all in due time..." Rena's voice was low and hungry, but she took his hands and lifted them above his head.



"What are you doing?" He asked confused, though he didn't resist, given his face was essentially inside her cleavage as she leaned up to do whatever it was she was doing. He didn't hesitate to start rubbing up against it and nipping at her flesh, which elicited a giggle and squeak from Rena. However it didn't dawn on him what had happened until she pulled back. She had used his belt to tie his hands to the metal shelves that seemed to be bolted to the wall. "What... What the fuck?" He asked beginning to panic. 



"Shh. No need to freak out baby, though you are kinda cute when you do." Rena said with a sinful grin. "I just wanna go at my own pace for a while... that's all." With that Rena slid down his body until she lowered herself off the chair and rested herself between his split legs. She grinned as she eyed his bulging crotch and began to unzip his pants and pull them down with his boxers. "Ohhh... what do we have here?" She asked as his erect penis sprung up in front of her. 



"Wa-... Wait!" Edmond gasped out... Looking up Rena could see he was trying to pull at his bonds... He couldn't get up either... the chairs incline lifted his feet off the ground and all... "I can't do this! I'm sorry but I can't! Let me go!" Rena simply cocked her head slightly and raised her eyebrow at him. She could feel how much he wanted her... hell she could see it mere inches in front of her face. Still, being tied up was giving him second thoughts. "I can't cheat on my girlfriend! I'd never be able to look her in the eye again! She'd get it out of me eventually and I can't risk it!" 



Rena frowned annoyed... He was holding something back... "Edmond... Listen carefully because this is important. ... I'm not letting you go..." He looked to her desperately, not believing what he was hearing. "BUT, it won't be cheating if you don't want to do it. I mean it's not like you have a lot of choice, right?" Edmond began to think on what she said and Rena pressed her advantage, not wanting to give him time to think. She took the base of his cock in her hand and gave it a slight squeeze which drew a gasp from Edmond. "But if you cum, well... it's pretty obvious that you weren't objecting that much right?" 



Edmond was about to protest, but before he could Rena ran her tongue up from the base of his dick up to its head, where she swirled her tongue around his cock. She didn't take him into her mouth just yet though, instead she just continued to lap and lick and kiss at his cock's head. She wanted him to see what she was doing... and so far, he couldn't peel his eyes away from her. She used her free hand to run her nails down his thighs, and was pleased to see him shudder at her touch. Her tongue left his cock only long enough for her to coo at him. "Oh god Edmond... your cock tastes good... Does your girlfriend give you head Edmond? Is she better at it then I am?" Rena accented the question as she kissed the head of his dick, opening her lips just enough for her tongue to poke at the slit at the end of his dick, moaning all the way.



Edmond strained against his own belt but only succeeded in making dig into his wrists. He was desperately trying to keep himself from feeling anything, but she was clearly getting the better of him. When she squeezed his dick hard he couldn't help but groan, and it was clear she wanted an answer from him. "No... She doesn't. But I don't ask her to either! She's... She's a classy woman, not a slut like you!" He tried to insult her, desperate to make her stop. However all it seemed to succeed in doing was making her smile as she kissed his cock. When she pulled back she sucked gently and it made a wet popping noise when the suction finally broke. 

<hr pg="2" />"She doesn't give you head? Well then I guess I can skip asking if she swallows your cum or not can't I?" Before he could respond Rena dropped her head down and took him into her mouth all the way to the base and began to suck on him hard. He wasn't small, but he defiantly wasn't not large enough to cause her any problems. The tip of his cock was at the back of her throat and she began to swallow over and over, letting her throat muscles work the head of his cock. She only did it for a moment or two before pulling back and letting her tongue hang out... His whole body went ridged as he saw the strings of spit and precum dangling between her open mouth and his cock. 



"I wonder," Rena continued, looking up at Edmond. "Does she even let her fuck her? Or does she keep you on her leash with the promise of her pussy one day?" Rena teased playfully, all the while lavishing his dick with licks and kisses. Given his grimace Rena realized that she wasn't wrong. "Ohhh you poor baby..." Rena breathed out huskily. "Don't worry... I'll make it all better... I'll let you blow all that backed up cum into my mouth and maybe even my pussy! Doesn't that sound great?" She asked mockingly, and Edmond almost looked hopeful for a moment, before she gently bit down on the head of his cock. It was clearly not what he was expecting as his body jerked in the chair and he grunted in pain as his cock jumped at the sudden sensation. 



"What the fuck are you doing you?!" Edmond cried out at her, but when she bit down again he grunted out cutting off any further objections from him. 



"I'm doing whatever the fuck I want Edmond... and you can't fucking stop me." Rena replied simply. "So if I were you, I'd simply sit back and enjoy the ride... But then I wouldn't give a fuck about cheating on my frigid girlfriend." Rena took him deep into her mouth again and sucked on him hard, trying to bring him to the edge of ejaculating. She was having a great deal of success at it, as she felt that he began to buck his hips involuntarily. Pulling back she grinned at him. "That's right, Fuck my mouth with your cheating dick Edmond... I want to taste your hot fucking cum pour down my throat! I want you to know what its like to cum in a woman's mouth while she sucks and swallows it all down! I want you to know what its like to be fucking a real woman!" 



With that Rena dropped down and began anew... bobbing her head quickly as she pumped at his dick. It didn't take long for him to start thrusting into her mouth again as her tongue wrapped around his meat stick with each thrust. When he pulled back she squeezed hard, trying to milk him like a pussy might. She felt his balls pull up and his cock start to jerk, but before he could spew his load, the hand at the base of his dick squeezed hard, holding back his cum. The pain of it was enough to force Edmond to yell out in frustration. 



"Naughty boy Edmond... You were about to cheat on your girlfriend weren't you?" Rena asked grinning like a devil. 



"But... But you forced it!" Edmond yelled at her, clearly confused and desperate for relief. 



"Hum... Seems to me you were pumping your hips all on your own... but I can help you find relief if you want... you just have to say you want to cheat on your girlfriend and will be my bitch forever... and then I'll let you cum... Until then? I'll just have to keep myself entertained." With that Rena resumed nipping and licking at his dick, her grip loosening just enough that his body would be able to ejaculate if it came to that. Not that she had any intention of letting it happen without him giving into her. 



Twice more she brought him to the verge of climax and twice more she squeezed him hard enough to prevent him from coming. All the while she was telling him that she was helping him not cheat on his girlfriend. The forth time Edmond had had enough, and spoke up, weakly. "Okay! OKAY! I give in. Help me cheat on my frigid bitch of a girlfriend! I want to cum so fucking bad! I want to see it pour into your mouth and then disappear as you swallow it! Please! Just don't hold it back again!" Edmond begged and Rena looked up to him with a sinful grin before moving up to whisper in his ear. 



"You'll be my servant? Do anything I want you to? Now and for as long as I want to keep you? You will give me everything and more if I ask for it? You will accept the mark I'll place on your very soul?" Edmond could feel her lips against his ear, every syllable dripping with the promise of getting off immediately. He nodded his head to each question as she slowly stroked him keeping him on the verge of breaking... 



"YES! DAMN IT YES!" Edmond screamed out, and Rena slid down between his legs slowly before raising her eyes and looking to him innocently. She opened her mouth and closed it around the head of his dick and began to suck gently all the while keeping eye contact with Edmond. One of her hands slide under him as his back began to arch again, and she slipped a single finger into his ass to stimulate him. In moments He arched his back further and she could feel his cum spurt into her mouth... She continued to suck and bob for a while longer, milking every last drop out before pulling back and opening her mouth for him to see inside. His load of cum was modest when compared to her masters, but given he was only mortal, it was more then satisfactory... As he watched wide eyed, she closed her mouth again and swallowed it, before reopening her mouth for him to see that it was gone. 



"Holy... fucking hell..." Edmond gasped out... The sight of her swallowing his seed was enough to send a new shot of lust through him. She grinned as she saw his horny look but before doing anything else, her hands began to slip under his Leather jacket and push it up... She was pleased to see that he wasn't flabby or what have you, and while not exactly muscled, he wasn't an utter weakly either... She began to rain kisses up his chest before she came over his heart... glancing up she met his eyes and grinned, before leaning in and kissing his chest lightly. At first Edmond found it alluring... seductive even... but when he felt her teeth brush against the skin before biting down hard enough to draw blood he gasped in pain... She continued to bite for a long moment before eventually letting go and pulling back. It was then that Edmond saw Rena's eyes glowing purple... "What?" Edmond didn't get his answer as he felt the pain from the bite spread and grow stronger. Looking down he saw the mark forming over his heart as Rena leaned back and sat in his lap, hands slowly stroking his penis. 



Soon the mark had been completed, and Edmond looked at it in fear... It looked sort of like a tattoo, with sharp crisp lines and perfect shading. It looked like bloody tears in his skin, as if some beast had clawed him twice in an X shape... If he had known what she looked like when in her true form, He would have realize that the claws would match Rena's... "Oh god... what did you do?" Edmond asked half hysterical... 



"I told you already... I gave you my mark... now you belong to me... forever. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm a demon... I could have eaten your soul just now, but I didn't. Instead I've marked you as my servant... and as a result a servant of my master." Rena got up off him and began to untie his wrists. "My master is currently downstairs with his new... well let's call her his 'guest' for now. Both of them are being fitted with new clothing and what not so we probably still have some time before they are done... I want you to lie down on the floor, face up." Rena said simply standing back... Edmond got up and began to lift his pants but she snapped the belt across the back of his legs, making him cry out in pain. "Did I say you can pull those up? In fact, kick them off entirely, and lose that jacket too! Hurry up!" Rena snapped the belt again to give him incentive and Edmond looked to her, his face twisted in anger. 



"Fuck you, you crazy whore! I'm getting out of here!" Edmond turned to flee but only got another whip across his legs for it. Yelling out in rage he turned to strike Rena, who looked deceptively frail... only for Edmond to find that when he lashed out she caught his fist in her hand without as much as a smidgen of effort. She smiled as if greatly amused by his anger, before throwing him over her shoulder and landing with a heavy thud on his back... Not missing a beat Rena reached down and pulled his Jacket off him, before going around and pulling of his pants as well. Edmond tried to tell her to stop, but Rena only lashed him again. 



"Stay still Edmond!" Rena ordered as she enjoyed the feeling of power. Edmond obeyed, though she could feel his anger. "Good! You are capable of getting angry. Here I was thinking that you were just another pantywaist who didn't have any wrath to him." Rena said as she stepped over his head and began to lower herself down. "What do you see Edmond?" Edmond looked up and she heard his breath catch before he eventually responded. 



"I see... that you don't have any panties on..." He responded trying to keep his anger and lust in check. Still, his voice was hoarse with both.



"Correct... Now, I want you to eat me out..." Rena didn't give him a chance to reply and simply sat on his face and ground her pussy into his mouth. "Do a good job, and I won't whip you either." She added lightly. At first he didn't respond but when he heard his own belt begin to swish as she swung it about, he greedily dug in. Rena grinned as he stabbed his tongue into her pussy, and she began to moan with each move of it. "Oh... oh wow... you are pretty good at this... Don't... Don't tell me your girlfriend expects you to eat her out while you get fucking nothing!?" Rena asked amazed... but she felt him nod against her and she growled in anger. 



"What a bitch. Next time you see her you fucking demand for her to get on her knees and blow you if she ever wants to get her useless cunt eaten out again! Once she gets you good and hard, fucking plow her like the whore she is Edmond. Do you hear me!?" He nodded again against her pussy and she shuddered as he began to work on her clit. Her words seemed to spur anger and lust in him all at once, which filled her with power. It seemed that while Edmond wanted his girlfriend, he also despised her for the way she treated him. As he continued she took the belt and made it crack in the air with a quick whip, and when she did she felt Edmond jump under her. Looking down she grinned and cracked the belt again in the air and again he jumped. But this time she also noticed that he seemed to eat her out more earnestly for a moment... 



"Hold on... you are not jumping in fear of pain... you're jumping in anticipation... Do you like the pain Edmond?" Rena asked amazed and excited... At first he shook his head no, but when she lashed him again she got the truth as he moaned against her pussy... "Oh my lovely little servant, you are a dirty freak aren't you?" Rena reached down and began to stroke his already erect cock as he continued to greedily consume her pussy. 



It didn't take long for Rena to begin to build to a climax, and with her free hand, she began to lash Edmond again and again. Through his cock she felt his whole body jerk and through his mouth she felt him moaning... Rena could feel each reverberation through her pussy and it slowly made her arch her back and force herself down harder on him... When she felt him lean into her to get even deeper it was almost heaven... When his tongue finally found her sweet spot he knew it, and he attacked it mercilessly. In response, Rena lashed at his legs and stomach, leaving bright red belts of colored flesh... Soon though both of them reached their limit, and as Rena cried out in ecstasy, Edmond's cock began to spew again...



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Celestine fidgeted as she waited with her eyes closed. "This is silly. I'm not some child that needs to be told to wait for a surprise." Her voice was annoyed and more then a little nervous. 



At first the fittings had gone really well. Most of the articles of clothing were perfectly suited for her, and only required minor changes to fit immaculately. At the beginning she was trying on shirts and pants; simple things she could wear around anywhere... But they were getting progressively racier. Though Celestine was slightly ashamed that she only really noticed that recently... They all still were very beautiful pieces of work, and that distracted her from the fact that she was wearing them... Many of the clothes reminded her of the things that Cameron and other friends would wear when they went out clubbing, while hoping to attract the attentions of men. However soon even those were surpassed in how much skin was being shown. Occasionally a dress would be entered into the mix and Celestine would feel a little bit more comfortable. That said she also realized she was not the one choosing what was possible for her to select from later. Rather, John would get her to try something on, and then decided if it suited her or not. From there she would decide if she wanted to keep it or not. More then once Celestine had to ask John why something wasn't being chosen and he would explain in perfect and precise detail while being patient with her. Often it boiled down to the fact that while the article of clothing itself was beautiful; the goal wasn't to wear beautiful clothes. The goal was for Celestine to look beautiful while wearing the clothes. It meant little if the article of clothing was amazing but still didn't suit her. 



It wasn't an exaggeration to say that John was one of the best at his chosen profession. Most designers would end up creating the design and then leave it to others to make sure it fit on their intended models, or choose a model to fit the clothes... John was different as he did almost every stitch himself and that he made the clothes around the model. Still, his methods left Celestine feeling very exposed and a few times she had to take a break. 



At the moment, she was standing naked with her eyes closed waiting for the next and apparently final dress he wanted to try on her. As the fittings progressed he had started to dress her himself. He wasn't touching her inappropriately or anything like that. Indeed there didn't seem to be anything sexual about it for him to be dressing her. Still, it took quite a bit of work for him to initially convince her of this. Reasoning that she needed to see the whole set on her at once, and that watching it go on piece by piece would ruin the effect of it. 



"I know you are not my dear." John replied. "But this needs to be done. This set is not something that can be looked at in its individual parts, but instead it must be observed as a whole." She could feel him start wrapping the cloth about her body and she realized it wasn't a standard sort of dress just from how it was fitting her. Indeed it felt as if there was very little material at all, which made her blush immediately. The only thing that kept her from storming out was the fact that John seemed perfectly conscious of the fact that she needed to cover her self with her hands until there was fabric to take their place. He guided her hands and helped her see with them once she was covered. It didn't take long before they both heard a nock on the door. "I'll go and see what that is. Do not open your eyes my dear... there is more to be done I assure you."



With that John left her and she could hear him open the door a touch to speak to whoever was outside. He told them it would be a few moments more and then it would be the perfect time for them to come in and see it. Shortly after he returned and Celestine could feel him beginning to slide what felt like a metallic armbands around both arms, as well as metallic bracelets around her wrists. Each of them was fairly heavy in their own right. She began to reach to touch them but John gently kept her from doing so. "I know you wish to fidget my dear, but soon you'll be able to explore them as much as you like. For now be patient... we are almost done." 



John left her again before coming back quickly. "Please hold up your hair from your neck." Celestine did as was requested and could guess why. This wasn't the first time he had put a necklace and or earrings on her to match with her clothes. However she was surprised by the weight of it, and how much of her neck it covered. Most of her neck was covered and she could feel it dip down past her neck and stop just above her breasts... It was cool and metallic just like the arm ornaments. However once it was clasped she could hear him walk about her once as if checking if he missed anything. After a long moment he told her to open her eyes. 



When Celestine did, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the greater light. However the moment her eyes corrected for the brightness, she saw her reflection in front of her, and her breath caught in her throat... It was like she was looking at someone else entirely. No... that wasn't quite right... the person she was looking at was her, but it looked as if she was some sort of great noble or queen from some ancient Mediterranean kingdom or something...



The dress itself was a light sky blue... though calling it a dress was probably inaccurate. At her chest she two strips of cloth wrapped from her shoulder across one of her breasts and then around under her opposite breast and around her back to loop back up to the shoulder, creating a low X shape. More then a little skin was showing, and Celestine could see the curves of her breasts above and below the strips of cloth, as they created an intersection where they were connected seamlessly just below her breasts. It was tight enough that she wouldn't slip out easily, but not so tight as to cause any deformation of her skin or press into her at all. Indeed it looked as if it was just gently hanging off her, even though she could feel that was not the case.



In between her legs, in both the front and back, something along the lines of a loin cloth hung to just below her knees. The tops of the hanging strips of cloth grew wider and stretched around the sides of her hips, before meeting the opposite piece's ends. Both pieces seemed to be hanging from a narrow corded silver belt, cinched by a golden clasp. Regardless of the high belt, she saw the curves of her hips were exposed and shown off by the dress. Because of the separation of the loin cloths, Celestine could see her long shapely legs almost entirely, as the loin cloth only covered her, groin, ass, and the inside of her thighs. At first glance it looked like even a slight wind could blow it all away, but as she looked closer she saw fine golden chains dangling across the sides of her legs holding the front and back pieces in place, and therefore keeping the very light cloth from being blown to the side while still being loose enough to allow for a fair amount of movement. 



Around her upper arms were golden bands that were beautifully engraved with softly twisting branches. Each of the bands had three green emeralds set in gold that dangled from the band. At her wrists were wide bands, formed in golden filigree. Within the bands were set small dark green emeralds that sparkled in the light. From the bands, two golden threads led to a red gold ring around her middle finger, which bore three more small emeralds. 



Looking further up, she again gasped as she saw the set wrapped around her neck...It wasn't a necklace like she expected. Instead it was a huge chocker set, and like the wristbands it was made of golden filigree, allowing an observer to see her skin through the gaps in the gold. From the large and intricate chocker set, seven teardrop sapphires hung to rest against her skin, just above her breasts. Each was about the size of a thumbnail and set within the gold chocker were more sapphires and emeralds, including one large Ruby at the base of her throat. It was then that she noticed that several more teardrop sapphires and emeralds hung from the bottom hem of her clothes. 

<hr pg="3" />All told, Celestine couldn't believe her eyes. Never mind the sheer mind numbing cost of what such a set might be, but the fact that it seemed to suit her perfectly. She could feel John making minor adjustments to the fit but it was like white noise compared to the symphony of colors and sights her eyes were taking in. She knew she should feel awkward and out of place... the set looked like something a royal would wear... Hell, it felt like she was a princess for crying out loud... Yet despite how odd she knew she should feel part of her reveled in it all. It didn't take long for her to close her mouth and stand up as strait as she could while she observing herself in the mirror. The fact that she was almost entirely naked didn't make her feel awkward or make her feel like she had to hide herself. If anything the openness of it made her feel confident... like she didn't need to hide, even though some might think it too much. 



"You are radiant." John spoke almost in a whisper; as if he spoke too loudly it would shatter the moment. Celestine glanced back to him over her shoulder and he gasped as if her look sent a shiver down his spine. "You carry it perfectly Celestine... so utterly perfect. This is my greatest work... never before have I found so perfect a match. I do not know of such things as destiny, or fate, but this was made for you my dear... only for you. It would be better if it was destroyed than if another were to wear it..." Celestine smiled at his words, his adoration filling her with confidence and pride. 



She turned and looked to another mirror as she ran her fingers over the material and her bared skin... enjoying the sensation of every touch. She began to step gently towards the mirror, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She realized then that she was more then beautiful; she was lusciously alluring and almost radiated sexual appeal. She was exotic, and a prize to behold. Turning around she began to walk away from the mirror, while looking back. She almost purred at the sight of her own half exposed bottom as she glided back to her starting position. Everything... absolutely everything was perfect. 



Looking back to the first mirror she saw herself almost glowing in the warm light. However she also noticed someone stepping forwards from the shadows behind her. Focusing on him she felt her heart skip into a faster beat as he walked up onto the platform behind her. She saw how he came closer and closer, until he stopped just behind her... Celestine swallowed gently, as she looked over Tristan's new attire and admired how well it suited him... 



Tristan wore a blue robe over a red robe, draped over one shoulder and down across his chest where it wrapped completely around his waist. Celestine could tell the outer blue layer was made of the same material her own clothes were cut from and it gave them a matching look. It was styled like a roman toga, but without the under shirt, allowing half of his finely sculpted chest to be exposed. However it was lower then a toga across his midriff, showing off several of his abs. Further, the robe ended a few inches above his knees, keeping his well toned legs fairly exposed.



Around his waist was a red cord belt, inlaid with gold and silver, meant to keep the blue and red robes from coming out of place. Celestine noticed that the cord and under robe appeared to be almost identical in color to her own hair. She also noticed a ruby, twin to the one that was locked in her chocker, hanging around his neck in a gold pendent setting. 



Where the toga wrapped around his shoulder, Tristan had several pieces of golden armor inlaid with silver covering parts of his arm. A pauldren and bracer covered his shoulder and forearm. His opposite arm had only the bracer leaving his strong shoulder completely bare. His lower legs were protected by greaves made in the same style as the other plates. There was not so much armor as to overpower the noble look of his clothes, but Celestine noticed that there was enough to provide some protection if needed. 



If anything it looked as if were some warrior king or great ancient conqueror, standing alongside his queen... Celestine took them both in and realized that they were a handsome match, and it made her heart skip even faster. With as little as both of them wore, even a single touch could easily devolve into a symphony of carnal delights. She watched him slowly reach out an arm around her waist and shivered gently when she felt the soft touch of his fingers on her exposed skin as he played his fingers just above her hip. Eventually words came and she had to keep from blushing at them. "Amazing... to think that this existed for you even before I ever found you. Though I must say... it is you that makes it great Celestine... Without you it would just be empty strips of cloth and metal, hanging dully on some rack." She felt his fingers slide slowly up and then down again around her hip, but never going further. "It is incredible... if only you hadn't injured your hand you would look perfect..." He said with a shred of dismay.



Celestine hadn't even noticed it when she first looked, but now that he mentioned it, she felt her heart sink suddenly and found herself frowning. It was very difficult to notice, but that didn't mean it was impossible. The bright light here hid the white bandages against her skin at a cursory glance, but upon closer inspection, if the light was even a few steps lower, like in a normal room or gallery, the bandages would be painfully obvious. John had put her jewelry outside the bandages but he couldn't take the bandages off... "You... you are right." She reluctantly said. "It does create a blemish on the whole look doesn't it?" 



"It is nothing." Tristan responded as he looked her over. "Nothing compared to how radiant you are... Your hand will heal in time and then you can see this as it should be." 



Celestine let out a pleased sigh as his voice and complements washed over her. Never before had she been so impressed with her own appearance... Seems they weren't all lying or exaggerating when they said she was beautiful... Still, she kept mindful not to become arrogant or conceited... To say she was the most beautiful person on the planet was not only small minded but supremely vain. "I like the colors... they fit me and my hair color well... But..." Celestine paused looking away from her reflection, not wanting to think on it while she tried to resist its lure. 



"... What? What is it Celestine?" Tristan asked concerned before stepping in front of her, filling her vision with him. 



"I... I can't accept this. I can't accept any of it." Celestine said weakly, making Tristan frown in confusion. She could hear John's mouth fall open as he heard the words... She could hear him almost blurt out demands to know why but he held himself with a single glance from Tristan. She knew she offended the great designer, but she couldn't take it... Before Tristan could speak she took a step back from him and met his eyes, her own full of doubt and suspicion. "This is all just bait for a ploy, created by you to lure me into becoming closer to you. Luring me into... becoming this..." she said waving her hand at herself and him. "Your... princess... prize... whatever <i>this </i>is. That's all it is... You are trying to corrupt me..." She kept looking to him, a part of her hoping that he would honestly deny it. However as he stood there silent she knew he couldn't. She was right... As she waited for him to respond a new song began to play, and as Celestine listened, she found its melancholy tone ironic. She wanted these things so badly. But the price tag was submission to him...



"... I didn't plan for that to be here ahead of time Celestine." He said indicating her apparel. "I didn't even plan on coming here when I was taking you from the club."



"Then why does yours match so well?" She asked without hesitation. 



"I made them come up with something that would match. Eleonore is a capable seamstress on top of being a model you know. It comes with being married to John." Tristan tried to explain calmly. "Plus, I wanted something you could match to. Is that so wrong?" 



"In this particular case, yes it is... We... we are not a couple Tristan... For fuck sakes you want to eat my soul! Why are you doing all this? You said you cared, but it was more because of what I do to myself then you actually caring for me." Celestine realized her voice almost sounded hurt... and she hated herself because of it. The fact that was the case meant that part of her wanted him to care for her...



"You are wrong Celestine." Tristan said firmly. "If I wanted to break you, force you to become the thing I would normally feed on, I could do it... Believe it or not I still could do it. Instead I want you to accept who you really are. To actually feel your desires and enjoy them being fulfilled and this is clearly one of those desires you are not letting yourself feel and fulfill despite being given a golden opportunity." 



"You... you aren't wrong." Celestine admitted her voice lowering. "I've always wanted to... to dress in the greatest fashions and be like this... confident in how I look and feel... Almost all women wish for that... but it was more then that for me when I was younger. I studied fashion and knew how it worked. I wasn't just a follower of the trends; I used to be one of the ones who set trends... But... that sort of fell to the wayside when..." Celestine stopped, realizing that she was going into too much depth. "It doesn't matter... John... these are beautiful... and I hope you find someone who will be able to wear them proudly... but I can't. I'll find someway of covering up in the meantime..."



"When Vic died?" Tristan asked firmly, not letting it go. Celestine looked to him sourly but he cut off any retort. "Stop being like this Celestine. He died, and I know that was a tragic and traumatizing experience for you. But you are still alive. You deserve to be happy and enjoy life and live out your desires. Instead you hurt yourself and hide behind your doubts. When was the last time you actually acted on a desire? Not something you needed to survive like a job or food, but honestly just did something because you wanted to? Not because you had to or felt obligated to?" 



Celestine glared at him and fumed. Despite her efforts to simply ignore his question she started to think about it. There were a few times... but they all seemed so small and insignificant when compared to the desires she had when she was younger and even now, as the dress she wore fit her so perfectly. Even in those few examples, her constant planning and relentless control robbed much of the joy out of the desires she fulfilled. The only ones she could come up with were after he had abducted her... Like when she was with Rena... "I... don't recall... I can't think of any good examples that you wouldn't just shoot down..." 



"It is because you didn't act on any of your desires, but instead suppressed them. Just like how you are suppressing your desires now." 



"No! What I'm trying to do is stay alive! Trying not to become the... the..." Celestine reached for the word but Tristan spoke first. 



"The free and happy woman that you could be? The woman who actually enjoys her life, instead of marching through life towards the inevitable and undeniable end that we call death?" 



"No! I don't want to be... to be your slut!" Celestine almost screamed at him. She was fighting back the tears, using anger helped.



"And what does this have to do with being a slut Celestine?" Tristan asked harshly. "You want these clothes. Is it a coincidence that I do as well? Yes. But guess what, you are the one who chooses in the end. Not me. I told you at the beginning that was how this would go. You have the choice. But right now all you are choosing to do is hurt and deny yourself. And I'm guessing it's not the first time. You had a job that paid quite well, but you never bought anything like this. You could have, possibly not quite as grand as this, but you could have. But you didn't even try." Tristan accused.



Celestine stood there as if he had just slapped her. She was breathing hard trying not to break into tears. She hated herself for that... it was so... so utterly weak of her to nearly break down into a weeping mess just at a few words. It was also so unlike her. Usually she let words roll off her like water but whenever he was speaking it cut... So instead or retaliating, she tried to think of a way to reason her way around this. "... But... all this..." She said holding her arms out. "This is too much... it must cost a fortune for fuck sakes!" 



"Less then you'd think." Tristan spoke up. "I've always been a fan of gems and fine clothing. I long ago established means to get the things I want at a relatively cheep price. But even if I didn't have such connections, the fact that that dress suits you perfectly, utterly and completely, would make it a crime not to get it for you. Besides, I'm retardedly wealthy, just like most demonic lords are so it it's not like it will break the bank for me." 



Celestine desperately looked for a reason not to accept... she felt her resistance breaking by the second and knew if she didn't find one soon she would falter... Looking to John she spoke up to him. "How can you run a business like this? This should cost an absurd amount, and he's just going to take it for a fraction of what it's worth!" 



John shrugged. "My lord provided me with the means to create this whole boutique and my career in the first place, and everything I need for my special projects like that dress. Never mind the fact that he provides me and my wife with... after hour's entertainment... So I'll write it off and take the loss... I mark up my prices by a ludicrous amount anyway so I'll make it back quickly enough." 



Celestine shook as she felt herself sliding towards the inevitable. 



<i>Just accept it.</i>



"...No..." Celestine said trying to keep it to a whisper... and both Tristan and John could tell she wasn't talking to them.



<i>We both want it. Desperately so... look at us! </i>



Celestine couldn't help but turn and look at herself in a mirror. Instinctively she stood up strait and again her breath caught at the sight of herself.



<i>SEE! Look at us... beautiful and exotic... sensual and sexy! Confident and Strong! Stop denying how great we are! </i>



"But... it means... giving in to him..." 



<i>"Look at him! Does that look like a man who is getting the upper hand over us? He wants us, desperately so. He loves how we look, and it isn't just because of the dress. He wants us to be happy! WE want to be happy! Just accept it!" </i>



Celestine glanced to Tristan through one of the mirrors and saw how he looked at her... Eyes full of desire and longing... but he was clearly restraining himself too. He wouldn't force this on her... she had to accept it... She had to give into her own desires. 



"But... he wants to kill me..."



<i>Notice that that particular point doesn't change what we want...</i>



Celestine was half lost... and her face was one of confusion and trepidation... She almost jumped out of her skin when Tristan stepped forwards and offered his hand. She looked at it and them him confused. Eventually he sighed and spoke. "Would you at least dance with me? Just once... Before you go tearing it off I want to see you moving in it... I want to see you enjoying it, even if it is only transitory." He sounded weary... clearly unhappy with the decision he was sure she had made...



Celestine looked to him mystified at his concern and apparently defeated look...and despite all reason and logic that told her to leave him hanging... she slid her hand into his, surprising both of them. "Al-... Alright... but I don't really know any classical dances... My experience is sort of limited to club dancing... not this slow classical stuff." Before he could even reply however, the music suddenly changed to a slow romantic song that they could both dance slowly too. They both looked to John, who held the remote happily. 



"Sorry... I hope you don't mind. But I really want to see it too." 



"Get out." Tristan ordered, and Celestine could hear how defensive he was about this, even as he tried to hide it under his voice. It was clear to her that he wanted to be the only one in the world to experience this with her... John looked confused but Tristan nodded towards the doors and John quickly left... "His intentions are in the right place..." Tristan began when he turned back to Celestine. "But it's pretty obvious you don't want to do this already so I'll make it as painless as possible."



Celestine nodded and mumbled her thanks. She stood stunned as Tristan put one hand on her waist and held up the other while entwined with hers... Celestine numbly put her free hand onto his shoulder before she began to step in time with him and the music... With all the mirrors around, it wasn't hard to see what they looked like as they slowly danced, and Celestine felt her breath catch when she saw them... Together they looked wonderful... She had dreams like this when she was younger... of her dancing in a dress this beautiful, alongside a dashing man like him... well that looked like him anyway. Then again the dress also had a lot more covering material... When she was in her early years of high school, she dreamed of dancing with Vic... but those desires were quickly changing into her dancing forever with Tristan... 



She saw that he was looking only at her, and it dragged her attention back to his eyes. It was then that she felt her heart clench, as she saw how much he adored her, how beautiful and remarkable she was to him. It was all on his face and in his eyes... but she also saw how what she was doing was hurting him... How denying her desires caused him frustration. Celestine realized she needed to look away, or she was going to break down as she got lost in his eyes... So she leaned her head against his shoulder, and continued to move with him as she waited for the song to end... 



By the end of the song... the choice didn't seem so difficult any more... Tristan seemed to keep a hold of her but Celestine eventually gently created some distance between them. However when she did, she didn't take her hands off him... instead she kept her eyes from meeting his and began to speak, suddenly embarrassed... "I'll... let...you get these things for me... this dress and... some of the others..." Celestine glanced up to him sheepishly and she saw his surprise. Seeing that, she took a stab at more. "But that means no more groping or fondling me! Okay?" Tristan simply smiled lightly, and Celestine knew that even if he agreed to that, he wouldn't keep his word. She also knew that even if she didn't accept these things, her situation wouldn't change, except that maybe she would end up naked instead...



Tristan lifted his hand to take hers but stopped when she hissed in pain at his touch. Both of them looked at her bandaged hand and Tristan gave a low rumble in frustration. Celestine meanwhile pulled it back and cradled it in her other hand. "I'm... I'm fine. The freezing that Claude used when stitching it up is just wearing off is all." Celestine looked up to Tristan and she found that he didn't seem to be satisfied with that. Instead of facing him she turned away and found herself looking at one of the many mirrors around them. She looked at her self and almost beamed, realizing that this wasn't a dream and that the dress she was wearing was hers... A dream come true, even if it was in odd circumstances.



But her gaze would always fall onto the bandages and Celestine began to feel like it was horribly obvious... Still... it would heal eventually. As the seconds ticked by, she slowly began to ponder... Even if she did survive today... there was tomorrow and the next day... She hadn't been in the care of Tristan for more then twenty four hours and it had been a roller coaster so far... She had been confronted with so much and felt so much it almost made her head spin. Plus... she was still in danger... even now she had to realize that was the case... She had no weapons to use against those who could threaten her... Even if she did, she didn't know exactly how powerful they were... or if she could even escape even if she did manage to break free or kill them. She could resist... for a time... but she knew that time was already beginning to run out. Tristan was finding chinks in her armor, before putting pressure to them and breaking them wide into great fissures for him to take advantage of later... Slowly but surely, she was breaking... and sliding towards becoming what he wanted. Waking up beside Rena after having sex with her was proof enough of that... The fact that she wasn't spitting curses at him for abducting her was another... Even the fact that she tried to reason with him just moments ago was evidence that she was breaking down... She should have simply torn off the dress and been done with it. Instead she tried to convince him that she didn't want it...

<hr pg="4" />She needed a way to fight back... He could have such a massive affect on her... she needed a way to affect him... She couldn't use sex appeal... he would just turn that around on her and blow her out of the water with it... The only way to be sure she was having an effect on him was to be directly linked to him... Desperately Celestine racked her brain looking for an alternative... anything but that... It was such a huge gamble... but then if she did nothing, she knew she would end up dead... 



"Does it still hurt?" Tristan asked from behind her, as he gently rested his hands on her shoulders. Celestine realized that her hand still did hurt... and the pain was getting worse. 



"Yea..." she said leaning back into his strong chest. She could feel naked skin against naked skin and it made her heart start racing again. "I know I kinda shot down the idea before... but can this be healed faster with a mark?" Celestine said trying to keep her nervousness down. She knew it was a long shot... but it was the only shot she had, and if she didn't take it soon she would falter regardless. 



Tristan, slightly surprised by her question responded cautiously, wary of any traps... "Yes... actually a mark would heal it very quickly... every time a mark is placed the sudden flow of power repairs the body of damages sustained to some degree. I've even seen a demon mark a mortal to keep him from dying from alcohol poisoning... The gluttony demon was very impressed with how much Bacardi the mortal downed in such a short time..." Tristan didn't ask if she was interested... if she was she would say it... if not... he wouldn't press either. Still, he felt excited... the short term gains for her, would allow him to gain a foothold... Still, this sudden change was strange given her recent reluctance. 



"That's even better." Celestine responded slightly surprised. "Does... marking hurt?" 



"Sometimes... though I can keep it from being painful... It would also be useful in a more broad sense... At home and at court, other demons would know you bel-... are with me. They would know that they couldn't harm you without risking my retaliation. Though some might try regardless if you had a mark or not. Though none from my own household would try anything with you."



Celestine listened and after a long pause and looking to her injured hand she spoke lowly. "I don't... really want to do this... giving you ground like this seems like such a huge price for a fixed up hand and a vague half promise of protection from other demons..." 



"Believe me when I say vague half promises are actually quite serious in my world. Demons are generally vile and evil creatures, I don't deny that. But ultimately, many of us are well aware of the hierarchy and don't try to stir things up to badly. Trying to take something from another demon by force is tantamount to declaring open hostility on that demon, especially when the targets are marked servants. None of us like having things taken from us, and often an attack on one demon will spur the retaliation of that demon and all his allies. As it stands now, power struggles are more done through politics versus open attacks on one another. However without a mark, you are not truly part of the world I live in, and that means that they would not actually be attacking me. As a result, I could not retaliate for it, even if the goal was to hurt me. Unless it was a weakling demon that wasn't sworn to anyone, in which case no one would care. I know it is overly elaborate and organized for demons, but it has to be the case. Or we'd end up killing each other all the time."



Celestine listened to his explanation and wondered if he was actually simplifying things for her. As much as she dreaded it, she fully expected that he was. It sounded like there was some intricate Victorian court system that they all lived and functioned within. However from what Celestine knew of the Victorian times, backstabbing and foul play were commonplace occurrences... "A-Alright." Celestine finally managed to say aloud. "Do it... though... I'd rather it didn't hurt." 



"Are you asking me to mark you Celestine?" Tristan slowly wrapped his arms around her stomach and held her with her back against his chest. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin and into her body. It made her breath come out long and slow, as she tried to keep her own arousal in check. With them this close she could smell his aroma... that intoxicating musk that clouded her mind. She pondered on his question... She could only be making this choice because of the musk... because of his power. She was fairly certain she would have noticed if he was using his powers but... No... she had come to this decision herself... she was sure of it.



"Yes... Place your mark upon me... I'll accept everything that comes with it..." She whispered out... and looking up to the mirror in front of them and saw the both of them. She couldn't help but imagine them always like this... his arms wrapped around her and holding her tightly... possessively even. They looked so exotic together... both of them sexual and beautiful... almost made for each other. Celestine could only bite her tongue to drive out the whimsical thoughts... He was a demon... she always had to remember that, no matter how alluring he was.



His hand lowered to the small of her back and she felt his fingers pressing against her with no more then a feathers touch. She quickly began to feel a tingling sensation that rapidly grew as it spread out. The tingling grew into what felt like little kisses that tickled up her spine. Slowly Celestine arched her back but Tristan kept with her back and held her as she squirmed in pleasure. To her, it felt incredibly intimate... like a hundred caresses of a gentle lover all at once... A low moan escaped her lips as it grew and then began to fade. Tristan slowly withdrew his hand and Celestine couldn't help but press back and writhe against him. 



It took Celestine a long moment to get her heartbeat back down and she looked up to him panting slightly. "You... didn't warn me that it would... feel like that." Tristan chuckled lightly and smiled to her before whispering into her ear. 



"But that would have taken away from the surprise now wouldn't it? And I just love how your voice sounds when you moan in luscious delight." Tristan said mischievously. 



Celestine elbowed him gently before suppressing a giggle. She pulled away and turned her back to a mirror to look at the mark... Tristan had placed it on the small of her back and at first glance someone would think it looked like a tattoo. The lines were clearly black, but as she looked closer the whole mark seemed too glow lightly in a pale green light. 



 



Celestine kept her admiration to herself for now... She didn't want to stroke Tristan's pride by telling him that she liked it. Nor did she want to admit to herself that she always wished she had a tattoo similar to this. They were exotic and almost erotic things to her, but she never had the nerve to get one... Running her fingers over it she felt it tingle lightly but beyond that nothing... "It looks like a tramp stamp." She said simply before turning and looking to Tristan, a slightly cocky grin on her face as she mocked his work. 



"No, it looks beautiful but really only because its on you..." Tristan stepped up and slid his hand down her back and she arched lightly at his soft touch. When his fingers came in contact with the mark it sent a low thrumming shock of pleasure through her body. Celestine quickly slapped the hand away and gasped at him. 



"What the hell was that!?" She asked more surprised then angry.



"A bonus... Though I must admit you seem particularly sensitive to it..." Tristan said grinning like a wolf. 



Frowning for a moment at him she shook her head and spoke up. "Won't people notice a green glowing tattoo on my back? Not exactly subtle..." 



Tristan frowned. "You can see the glow?" Clearly he was confused. 



Celestine blinked and cocked her head. "That's... not normal is it?" 



"No... no it is not. But then you are an extraordinary woman... The glow is normally something only demons can see. It shouldn't glow like that to a normal human. Usually a marked servant needs to bear the third mark before they can see the glow, and even then it's faint." Tristan shrugged. "It doesn't mean anything other then you are particularly sensitive. That's all. Not that I mind..." Tristan caressed the mark again and it made Celestine jump lightly. 



"Stop that!" she shot at him. She found that she wasn't angry though... the short bursts of pleasure were actually quite nice. It wasn't sex good... but it was good... Tristan could only hold his hands up in mock surrender before glancing to the doors. All at once Rena came in with John and Eleonore following close behind her. After taking a few steps Rena stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth fell to the floor in awe.



Celestine smiled wider when she saw Rena gaping at her and even giggled some. However a moment later she realized that she was smiling before Rena even entered the room... Meaning she was smiling at Tristan... She began to dwell on it but Rena's voice cut through her concern as the small demoness bounded up to Rena. "Holy shit Celestine, you look fucking fantastic! And beside Master you two look perfect together!" Rena quickly began to look Celestine over and grinned before simply rushing her and hugging her tightly.



"To tight to tight!" Celestine coughed out as the demon got overly excited and didn't restrain her strength as much as she should have... Rena quickly put her down and grinned at Celestine. "And you've accepted the first mark... I'm really happy for you!" Rena said with strait honesty. Celestine didn't want to dwell on it though, and quickly changed the subject, not failing to notice Rena's new attire either. "Looks like I'm not the only one who got a makeover. Where did you find that number?" Rena pulled back and twirled for Celestine to see, happy to hear she did well in her selection. She ignored John's huff, clearly disagreeing with Celestine. 



Oh I just picked them out. Took something I liked from here, and a little from there. Then I just kinda threw them all together. I'm glad you liked it. I don't know a lick about fashion... I just wear what I like!" 



"Apparently it's that punk garbage." John grumbled, though his wife put her hand on his shoulder to shush him. It didn't matter though; Rena heard and turned to him, glaring foully. 



"Shut it! Or I'll take you out front and paint your pretty little store all in a nice gory red." John seemed to button up after that but Tristan gave Rena a slight swat.



"No violence. This place brings in too much coin for you to make it a butchers shop. Where is the boy Rena? I told you not to hurt him." His voice wasn't concerned, but he wanted to be sure regardless. Rena had a tendency to get out of hand...



"He's fine Master. Though I did have to rough him up a little bit." Rena said amused and like there was more too it then that. John and Eleonore did not find it something to be amused about.



"Is... is he okay?" Eleonore dared to ask and Rena looked to her curiously.



"Yea he's fine. One sec I'll get him in here." Rena took a step or two towards the door before taking a great breath and yelling at the top of her lungs. The volume was enough that it made everyone quickly cover their ears, and it boggled the mind that someone so small could roar so loudly. "<i>EDMOND! Get in here Now!" </i>



With everyone's ears still ringing Celestine saw the young man come running in, carrying his clothes with him. John, Eleonore and Celestine all were stunned by the fact that he was utterly naked, and the fact that he had bright red strap marks across quite a bit of his body as if he had been whipped with a belt or something. It wasn't until he realized who else was in the room that Edmond stopped dead in his tracks... gaping at his mom and dad at first. His whole body went red as he stood there humiliated... 



"Now that was just cruel Rena." Tristan said slightly amused... "You could have at least let him get dressed after you two had fucked..." 



Rena just shrugged. "It never crossed my mind honestly... he didn't seem to mind when I was around. I don't know why he would care now..." 



Edmond looked to the two of them but as his gaze began to shift towards his flabbergasted parents, he stopped as soon as he noticed Celestine... "Holy fucking hell..." he started completely awed... almost dropping his clothes as he began to approach Celestine. She looked to him from the small podium and cocked her head curiously at him, trying not to focus on his nakedness. However it was hard when she could see his still damp cock beginning to harden. 



Rena noticed this as well, and before Tristan could do something she darted over and knocked him on his ass. "What the hell do you think you're doing worm?" She snapped at him. "That is my friend that your ogling like little school boy watching his first porno. Snap out of it and show her some respect. Or I'll snap this off." Rena accented the threat by stepping down on Edmond's cock harshly, which brought a restrained moan from him. Rena could only chuckle at that. "Hey, look! It runs in the family, pervert parents, pervert son." 



"Rena, that is enough." Tristan ordered calmly and she stepped off. Looking to Edmond Tristan shook his head and spoke simply. "Put your clothes back on boy. Your embarrassment was amusing at first, now it's just pathetic." Tristan watched as Edmond began to put his clothes back on, and ignored the fact that he was stealing glances at Celestine, who had looked away and was chatting with Rena. 



Rena was explaining that she had marked Edmond twice already, and the two spots she had used. One over his heart, and the other was actually on his dick. She was about to point it out but he had already gotten his pants on. Celestine tried not to be angry with Rena for abusing Edmond like that, but she let up when Rena explained that he seemed to like it, even if he denied it. Tristan's attention was brought back to the boy when he spoke directly too Tristan. 



"So... you are like... her master?" Edmond asked confused. "And... you and her... are demons? What about... well ...her?" he asked glancing to Celestine. "Or is she...an angel or something?" Tristan noticed Celestine blush lightly at the complement, but stood straighter as she showed off her new attire. Inwardly he was happy about this... she was coming out of her shell and enjoying how attractive she actually was and almost flaunting it. Maybe later she would regret it, but at the moment she was enjoying the attention. Tristan turned back to the boy however.



"I am Rena's master... but to you, I may as well be god. Celestine is not an angel, but unless she wants you to, you're not to go near her." Tristan explained calmly. "You may have noticed your parents are aware of me... I have marked them much like Rena marked you, though I did it a long time ago. I helped build this boutique and what have you so you can thank me for the life of luxury you likely live."



Edmond simply nodded and fidgeted trying not to stare at Celestine or look at his parents. His parents seemed concerned and angry with him at the same time. Tristan found it cute how they thought that they could keep Edmond out of this forever...How they thought they could keep Edmond far from him... However once Edmond had his clothes on Tristan cocked his head curiously, somewhat impressed by his apparel. It was unique and not entirely like anything he had seen before. "Where did you get your clothes boy?" 



Edmond looked to Tristan again and spoke up, clearly concerned. "I... I made them myself. Dad taught how to years ago, though I kind of took it in a direction all my own... I prefer more punk or heavy metal styles versus his high fashion or Victorian methods..." Tristan blinked surprised the boy knew what he was talking about... The fact that he made the clothes himself was impressive in its own right as well. John piped in however. 



"You've used what I taught you to make those things?!" Clearly upset... "Why?! It's... It's... its appalling! All the metal and black and studs, why? What is so dark and horrible about the world that you have to wrap yourself in such a depressing garb?!" John was almost ranting at his son now. It was clear he loved him, but he didn't understand him, and clearly wasn't making an attempt to. John's face flared in anger as he retorted. 



"Hum, well maybe it's because I have oppressive parents who wanted me to be just like them when I grew up, and become some rich snob who can't bother to even look at normal people! God you've always been like this! Do you know what it's like being taught that almost everyone around you is below you? What a twisted pile of shit that is! I love you guys... I really do, but damn it people are just fucking people! High class or low class it's all just the same!" John was almost roaring at his parents by the end and Rena ate it all up, enjoying the waves of anger as they washed off of him. 



Tristan spoke up first before Edmond's parents could retort. "It is pretty clear you dislike the way your parents do things. It is pretty clear that you also like to get back at them... either by pulling your stupid pranks or using the skills they taught you to create clothes that widely rail against their own. Am I correct so far?" Edmond nodded once and Tristan continued. "Good. Well I'm going to help you get back at your parents in the greatest way possible, by beating them at their own game. If you can make up a line of clothes yourself, I'll set you up in your own shop. It won't be big at first, and you will have to work very hard to compete, but I think you have the talent that will make it big and quickly. Start thinking up ideas now, I'll get one of my people in contact with you and they'll set everything up, from a place to work to showing off the final product." 



Edmond stood flabbergasted... This morning he woke up just another rebellious kid who hated how his parents looked at the world and now he was being told by a demon what he would be doing for the foreseeable future. "Uh... thank you sir... I'll get to work right away... I have plenty of ideas already, its just dad never accepted any of my pitches and... well it never went any farther." Edmond already sounded excited and Tristan nodded lightly. 



"Good. Just remember everyone loves a touch of sexy to their clothes... If you succeed Edmond, the whole world will be at your fingertips." With that Tristan turned to John. "Get everything Celestine was happy with sorted out and shipped to my home. I want it there before evening comes. For now my party and I will be going out." John nodded numbly... his whole world had been flipped in the last two minuets and it would take him a moment to get back into control. Meanwhile Eleonore was congratulating their son. She still didn't like his style, but that didn't mean she wasn't proud of him. Tristan turned to Celestine, who was looking back both surprised and impressed. 



"Shall we?" He simply asked offering her an arm. Celestine looked to it and then back to him with a raised eyebrow. 



"That's still not gonna happen, so no. But I'll need something to change into... I can't exactly go out in public in this." She said slightly sheepishly, her conservative attitude beginning to rear its head again.



"Actually I do believe you could and should. But you don't need to worry, we aren't going anywhere too public, and I've already asked Claude to bring the car up. As for your manner of dress? I think you will be well suited for where we are going." Tristan began to go and Celestine fell into step with him quickly, with Rena opposite to her. 



When they got out front of the shop Celestine nervously looked about and while there were not many people about, those that were took notice of her instantly. Only Claude didn't drop his mouth, and even he nearly lost it... What was surprise quickly turned into amazement as a few people stood in silent awe. Some looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, others looked at her lustfully, desire shining in their eyes. Others, women mostly, looked at her jealously... Celestine took the opportunity to get into the car as she began to hear whispers amongst the small groups of people, muttering about the beautiful woman who stepped out of the high fashion boutique...

<hr pg="5" />Once inside Celestine managed to catch her breath and she realized that she wasn't as embarrassed as she thought she might be. In fact she found herself smiling at the sudden attention. She quickly got herself reined in however and turned to Tristan. "You never said where we were going..."



He smiled lightly. "We are going to go pay a visit to a friend of mine... and great ally. Lady Lavanna... she is a demonic noble whose home is about an hour or so from my place. She is a demon of Envy, who loves living in an ancient styles. You will probably find her quite interesting, though I should warn you not to share too much about yourself with her. She's what many would call a 'Mistress of Whispers' or a Desmona demon. She makes it her business to know what peoples' dirty little secrets are, and use them against them in vicious and brutal ways. She once served me like Claude or Rena do, though I helped elevate her up to a position of minor nobility not so long ago. She still considers me her lord, and is sworn to me, though in a more complex manner then the staff at home."



Celestine frowned lightly. "Are... you going to show me off or something?" 



Tristan chuckled a little and smiled to her. "Maybe some. But I am also going because she asked me to come. There have been some moves within the court that she feels I should be aware of. And it isn't something that can be discussed over the phone."



"I see..." Celestine sat back into her chair and pondered what had all happened so far today... it was then that she glanced down to her hand and realized that the was gone and she hadn't taken off the bandages... She quickly began to unwrap them and was amazed to see that her wound was completely gone and there was no pain. Tristan smiled to her as he saw her enjoying the lack of damage but spoke up warning her lightly. "Be cautious from here on out. It would take another mark to heal up additional injuries."



Celestine nodded lightly before speaking up on a different matter. "Why did you help Edmond?" 



"Is that what I did? Here I thought I was securing another asset for in the future. If the boy's ideas take off he'll make me a fair sum of money... if they don't, I don't lose that much. Plus, the fashion world is closely tied to lust. You'd be surprised what some people, men or women, would do to get their career going. All it takes is a good shoot in the next big thing... It is something I like to keep on top of. Plus, this will spur his parents to work harder as well, as to not be shown up by their son. Finally, if he does succeed, it's that much more influence I can exert on the world around me, even if it is through him."



Celestine blinked again surprised. "You helped him to help yourself?" 



Tristan pondered that and nodded. "Yes of course. I didn't do it because of the kindness in my heart or anything like that. Rena marked him, and that gives me a measure of control over him through her. I might as well use a resource that is there. If he wasn't capable at fashion design I would have found some other use for him." Tristan shrugged. "I hadn't planned on her marking him, but she often simply does what she wants... I'm just taking advantage of it is all." 



"I... see." Celestine said trying not to sound disappointed. She had thought Tristan had done something because it was the kind thing to do... But it turns out he didn't... he did it to make his influence and powers grow. Still, she didn't find herself overly angry with him... Instead as she thought more and more on it, the more she realized that his actions made something within her stir... She wasn't sure what though... She also realized that a day ago she would have been quite upset with him... Using someone else for his own gain should have infuriated her her, given that it had happened to her before. But now she simply accepted it was the case and let it go... She wondered if it was because Tristan was the one taking advantage of the situation... or just in general... either way she decided to keep careful monitoring on her own state of mind... The mark may already be affecting her without her realizing it...

