TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 15
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-15
SUMMARY  : Scars of the past war with the fires of desire.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-04-22
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |demon|incubus|kissing|bdsm|female submissive|


<i>Hello all!



Here is the next chapter and I hope you all enjoy it. Alas very little of Rena or many of the other characters in this chapter. Mostly has to do with Celestine and Tristan, though Celestine does talk with Claude for a short while. 



Anyway, not much to say about this one except it kind of came out of the blue. I had planned for other things for this chapter but this is what came about and I'm happy with how it turned out. 



I guess the key point of this chapter is the realization for Celestine that she really is denying herself at every turn. 



Hope you enjoy! </i>



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Celestine's breath accelerated as she felt Nefas's hands holding her aloft as he scrutinized her... She was naked, and completely alone except for Nefas. They were deep inside the dungeons far from anyone being able to hear her... She tried to pull free but his grip was strong and she could hardly move. "Let me go!" she screamed at him, unable to hide the abject terror she felt as those yellow orbs looked over every square inch of her body... She felt his grip pulling her legs apart, exposing her sex to him, but she was distracted as she saw his maw open, and that sickening transparent tendril begin to reach out towards her face. 



Celestine turned her head away and Nefas began to reach for her with his smallest hands. However instead of doing nothing, Celestine lashed out and bit as hard as she could onto the small digits. The foul taste of his brackish blood filled her mouth as his roar of pain filled her ears... She bit again and the arms withdrew painfully, minus one finger. She was kind enough to return it, when she spat it back at him. "I said let me go!" She roared at him again, fear being replaced by rage...



Yet it died suddenly when she saw his finger regenerate almost instantly... He flexed it once or twice before refocusing on her... His hands lashed out with surprising speed and locked around her head pulling her in... Celestine tried to struggle, yelled for help... from anyone... But all she got in response was Nefas opening all the orifices that held the tendrils that would bore into her brain, throat and sex before depositing his monsters inside her... She tried not to scream, but she couldn't stop herself when they all seemed to rear back at once, and struck as one...



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Celestine snapped awake and almost sprang out of her bed, a cold sweat clinging to her body as she almost hyperventilated. She could feel her whole body shaking... as she desperately looked around, eyes wide with fear. It took her several moments but she realized she was in her room... Or rather she was in the room Tristan had given her... She was alone and it was early in the evening... But that did little to shake the horrific dread that griped her heart, as it hammered away in her chest. 



It was a nightmare... She must have fallen asleep after lying down with Rena... Looking about she didn't see Rena anywhere, and guessed she had taken off. A shame, because she could have really used her comforting presence right now... She wondered if she should go to try and find her but at the moment she was too shaky to want to try leaving. Still, she wished she had someone to reach out to... 



It was then that Celestine realized she did have someone... Tristan. She could speak to him from anywhere at any time if she wished... Strange to think of it like that but in this weird world full of demons and abominations that lived under the everyday human world, it wasn't surprising... She couldn't feel his emotions right now... As such, Celestine was about to reach out hoping to find him not in the middle of something when she suddenly realized what she was about to do... 



She was about to confide in Tristan... She was about to go to him for comfort... The initial shock began to sink in and she withdrew away from the thought of going to him. Why had she thought of going to him? He was the reason she was in this hell in the first place! Not even a full twenty four hours ago he had used his powers to make her into a sex crazed nut... He had suppressed her inhibitions and all reason as far as she could tell, leaving her a willing and wanton vixen... 



Looking back on everything, Tristan had abducted her... used her... manipulated her... forced her to make horrific choices... All for his sick amusement! He had put her in danger several times, all of which could have been terribly fatal... He forced her to watch the sexual practices of demons and even branded her with the Demonic Marks, as if he owned her! 



Contempt and rage coiled inside her as she realized that everything that happened down in the basement between the two of them was likely just the influence of his second mark... How could she be so blind? When she reached out for his hand she sought out his presence to comfort her... Blind? Forget that... She had been foolish... Were her vows to resist nothing but words? She fought but he still overwhelmed her... But beyond that she could tell her own personality was changing... Her views of sex and what was acceptable had broadened immensely. But beyond that Tristan had made her feel things she hadn't felt in years... And the rational part of her despised such changes...



She sat down and hugged her pillow as she examined her own feelings... Most recent of which was how she felt when he praised her... It was strange... normally she didn't give a damn about the applause or praise of others, caring little about what others thought entirely beyond those that were closest to her... Well... Those she thought she was close with. She wondered how many of her friendships were real or just the construction of Cameron's manipulations... Still, it didn't explain why she felt the way she did when he gave her his approval. It might have been because she was still reeling from Cameron's betrayal, and was looking for anyone to give her support... Maybe, but that didn't sound like her. It could have been the second demonic mark itself... Perhaps it came with some sort of impulse to seek out the approval of the one who marked her? If it did, it would explain how loyal those marked by demons could be. 



John thought that Edmond was going to be killed by Rena at his boutique, and after being told not to interfere by Tristan, he obeyed and didn't rush off to save his own son. Why would he do that, if not because he didn't have the choice? John loved his son... that much was apparent, even if he didn't get along with him overly well. She might have to approach Claude in regards to this... She suspected that the offer to answer any questions she had was still open... But that could happen later. For now she was focusing on the changes in herself... 



She continued to examine herself and what she felt... during which time memories of what others had said kept cropping up. However most concerning was her inner voice speaking to her... She knew it just one side of her arguing with another, but the vast change in tone and style of speech was concerning... She had no real understanding of psychology but it didn't sit well with her regardless. If examined she feared that she would have some sort of condition. Unfortunately this only began after she made contact with Tristan, so she wondered if it was a side effect of his powers. But perhaps it was something simpler. It could just be a result of the strain his presence put on her personality. He had forcefully made her act in a manner abnormal for her on several occasions... But more then that, he had forced her to realize that she might have had some 'Abnormal Tastes' that others would call fetishes even before she met him. 



But that brought up another question... did she have any fetishes? At first Celestine scoffed at the idea. She was a reasonable well adjusted human being. The concept of her having a fetish, let alone multiple fetishes was absurd to her... But as she recalled that she had begun arguing with herself, she realized she might have to redefine her self image some... Despite her resistance she had changed more then a little since she got here... and that wouldn't just disappear if she were to leave again. 



Despite the fact that she didn't want to dredge up the memories, Celestine began to look back at the erotic situations she'd been in so far in her time with Tristan... The first of which was when he forced her to watch him fuck Rena almost senseless. Rena had offered herself to him happily, even begging for him to impregnate her... Despite herself at the time, Celestine had watched even though she knew she shouldn't... What's more, she enjoyed watching them... She enjoyed watching as he drove his thick cock into Rena's pussy and down her throat. She enjoyed the sounds of their flesh slapping when he pounded her with abandon... But most of all she loved the look on Rena's face when she was cumming... Each time was slightly different but it was wonderfully erotic... Most of all though she seemed to be aroused by the concept of watching, even though she knew that social norms suggested that she should feel awkward being right there and watching. 



Still that was part of the attraction, or at least that was what Celestine figured... The fact that she was breaking social norms... that she could literally reach out and touch them, if she so wished... Celestine knew that watching the two of them aroused her... Tristan's powers helped of course, but it wasn't just that. She had watched Cameron and someone she didn't know at all having sex before she ever met Tristan, and even then she couldn't help herself as she watched and masturbated at the two of them going at it...



Perhaps she was into watching others having sex? Thinking on it she couldn't help but find more evidence of it in her experiences. At Lady Lavanna's home she watched the succubus submit herself to those demons, which cluster fucked her with utter abandon. During that time, Celestine had become so aroused that she even asked Rena to help her relieve her tension... Even though she knew Rena was pissed at her for something she had said earlier... As a result all she could do was watch the gangbang in front of her without being able to relieve the growing tension until she had to flee... 



Despite herself Celestine had to admit that both instances were evidence of the fact, even if Tristan had forced her into those situations. The first he gave her a push using his powers, but ultimately the sight of it was arousing enough... She could have told Rena 'no' after all and it might have never happened. She would probably be dead by now though if she had made Rena an enemy but she didn't want to think about that. 



So how could she classify this then? Was she a Voyeurist? Was that even the right word to describe something like this? Was it an actual fetish? She didn't know... her own experiences in this field were marginal at best... Still... even the fact that she was admitting she enjoyed watching others have sex was something she would have never done before she met Tristan... Yet another change that has taken place...



But thinking of both those events, Celestine realized there was something else she enjoyed during both erotic viewings... Both of the women were submitting completely and utterly to the men... Rena went so far as to show off her pussy to Tristan while taking a completely submissive pose... on her back with her legs spread and up to her chest, her pussy on full display and her completely helpless. He could have done anything he wanted to her like that... And he did... As their tryst went on he was always the one commanding the position, the pace and everything else for that matter... She was completely submissive, and would have let him do anything he wanted with her...



The Succubus at Lavanna's home was the same... She even told the demon that won her that she was his to do with as he pleased, even if that meant giving her over to the others to fuck as well, which he did after he had dumped his cum into her womb. From there, the wrath demons took turns fucking each of her holes and turning her into a cum soaked mess before repeating the process all over again. 



Celestine had to consider that perhaps this facet was part of her fetish as well... She rarely had watched porn before being abducted by Tristan, because in the few instances that she had watched it, she found it was boring. It either seemed faked or staged, likely because it was... But when she was seeing two or more people fucking first hand, for no other reason then they loved to fuck, it had a spark of thrill to it... Partially because she knew the people she were watching could look over and see her at any moment... playing with herself like a dirty little girl... 



Celestine shifted some and realized that a growing dampness had formed between her legs... Looking to it for a moment she sighed and realized this self examination was making her horny... Then again she realized she shouldn't be surprised, thinking of sex, and dirty raunchy sex no less, would do that to anyone... Though she did note that she thought about sex and such things a lot more often after meeting with Tristan... Not surprising when you live under the same roof as a physical incarnation of lust...



It didn't matter... She had to keep up with her self analysis. It was the only way she was going to figure out the extent of the changes that had happened within her... So she turned to the next set of memories... those that possessed Rena as the key player. Celestine had slept with Rena twice...Though once with Tristan present and once without, excluding the time she first got here... Celestine began to reevaluate if she was a lesbian, but quickly abandoned the train of thought. She wasn't... she could admit that other women were beautiful and maybe go so as far as saying that some were exotic... But she didn't prefer her own sex over the male gender. However with that in mind, Celestine began to wonder what the difference was with Rena, and why she was an exemption... 



Perhaps it was a case of 'the exception proving the rule'? She had to admit, that despite her initial dislike of Rena, she had quickly come to call her a friend. Beyond that, Rena helped Celestine unwind on occasion, which saved her the trouble of having to go elsewhere, more specifically, to Tristan. Beyond that, Celestine found a sense of naiveté in Rena that was incredibly enduring. Rena was at times, a very raunchy woman... She had proven that during the first moments after their initial meeting, but Rena wasn't just that... There were times she was so excitable it could be labeled adorable, yet others when she was confused or simply didn't understand a situation that made Celestine simply want to reach out and hug her, while telling her it was okay if she didn't understand. 



Perhaps it was that naïve, almost lost little girl feeling that Rena carried at times that drew Celestine in. But then that wasn't to say that Celestine had any misconceptions about Rena's full personality. The violent streak a mile wide often overshadowed the more subtle points of Rena's personality, but they were there despite her rage. Maybe it was because Celestine could see the vulnerability of Rena, even with her horrific might? As she thought on it, and the number of times she had seen Rena vulnerable or confused, she felt her heart hike up in pace...



"Okay... well... huh..." Celestine said as realization dawned on her. "Well that's a bit odd... You like your girls with a hidden vulnerable slash helpless streak..." Celestine pondered the words a bit more and then snorted as she fought not to laugh. "Jeez! I sound like a freaking stalker or something." Celestine shook her head and sighed to herself. She didn't have enough evidence to make it a concrete decision though. However at the same time, she realized that in her current state of affairs, she wouldn't likely have the chance to find out... Still, it was something to add to the list of things that had changed about her... 



"Well..." She said to herself. "I think that's all of them..." Celestine said confidently. "And hey, I didn't turn myself into a horny bitch in heat either! Go me." Celestine chuckled to herself, happy that she was able to keep herself under control while thinking about such things, dampness aside... "Still, those things alone are proof that I've changed, as is my willingness to accept them. The question remains though if these changes were because of who I really am, or a simple adaptation to my surroundings..." Celestine pondered as she thought aloud, trying to decide the reasons behind her changes... 



<i>You're forgetting a few events now aren't you? Some of the best ones too if I might add...</i>



Celestine froze and grit her teeth. "Damn it. Not this again..." she cursed the unbidden thoughts. 



<i>What can I say? You are intentionally leaving things out... Things that you know we loved...so I have to speak up.</i>



"Shut it!" Celestine barked aloud. "That night... it was only a result of him using his powers! Nothing more... I can't say it was really me who felt anything that night." Celestine reasoned, knowing exactly what her other side was referring too.



<i>Oh really? Then why are we considering our first night here as evidence? Weren't we all hot en bothered because we were under the influence of his powers?</i>



Celestine bit her tongue at her sultry side's point. "It... it wasn't the same... he didn't just level us with his powers then! He just pushed us, nothing more... Wait... Oh fuck me!" Celestine got up to her feet suddenly startled. "When the hell did I start referring to myself in the plural?!" 



<i>Well... if you want to get technical, we've been referring to ourselves in the plural for a while now... or at least this side of our personality has been.</i>



Celestine twitched at her own thoughts... This couldn't be healthy... "Shut up!" She growled. "I wouldn't be having this problem if I wasn't arguing with myself. There is only an 'I'... Not any 'we' or 'us'! Just me!" Celestine spoke, voice strained as her mind spun. 



<i>Easy now... no need to freak out... Just... relax some hum?</i>



Celestine felt a soothing sensation along her arms and shoulders and the tenseness began to leave her. Her racing heartbeat slowed and she let out a relieved sigh as her world stopped spinning so fast. "It's just..." Celestine began but stopped halfway through...



<i>It's just you don't want to think we are crazy...</i>



"... well... yea..." Celestine agreed trying to ignore the fact she was talking with herself... again.... "Fuck... this can't be healthy..." She said to herself as she sat back into her bed. 



<i>Maybe... but lying to yourself is just as unhealthy... or worse. </i>



Celestine grumbled to herself. "But my point stands! I was completely under his influence. If anything, I could reason that wasn't me at all..." 



<i>*sigh* ... Perhaps that could be true... But what it doesn't change is the way we feel in response to what he did to us... </i>



"Oh?" Celestine asked reluctantly, all the while thinking she was sliding further and further down the crazy slide. However after a moment she was flooded with memories... memories of her dreams as she felt him tie her arms above her head... along with one of her legs high and to the side... leaving her completely vulnerable, exposed and most importantly, helpless to resist... Despite herself she felt her heart rev up again and her breath began to come in low short gasps. "...uhnn... stop..." Celestine pleaded but more memories poured forwards... Of her with her back up against the wall, his arms planted on the walls on each side of her, cutting off all escape... leaving her completely at his mercy... her body shuddered and she could feel her hands sliding towards her crotch to dip under her pants and begin playing with herself... "Da-... Damn it! Stop it already! No more!"

<hr pg="2" /><i>Oh... but just one more... Just one more memory...</i>



Celestine felt like she had no control over herself... No control over her own thoughts or actions... She couldn't stop herself... It felt like someone else was fingering her pussy, playing with her hardened clit as two fingers dove into her cunt.... "Fuck!" Celestine whimpered out. "Please! No! I don't... I don't want to feel this!" She begged. "Please... Stop!" 



<i>...No...</i>



It all came flooding in, and Celestine couldn't do anything but hold on for the ride as her body began to shudder in growing intensity... She saw him over her... Rena off to the side... both of them were beautifully naked and she was hornier then she had ever been in her life... he was looking to her... waiting for her to give her consent to fuck her... But she looked away, and covered her eyes as to not have to look at him... To look upon him was torture as she denied herself... She told him no... that the only way she would give in, was if he used his powers... Unless he chose to do that... she would choose to resist. She wouldn't be conquered. 



She only vaguely heard his words in reply... But she felt his power coming like a tidal wave... She could feel her heart stop in anticipation as her breath caught in her throat... He had heard her words... and decided that she would have no say in the matter... He was going to crush her resistance... He was going to take away her choice... He was going to conquer her... No... that was wrong. He HAD conquered her... and she reveled in it... Reveled in the feeling of having every hesitation and inhibition made mute as all her lust and desire was set free. She loved how she felt, when she felt his flesh against hers, and the feeling of his beautiful cock sliding deeper inside her... But most of all she loved that even if she wanted to stop him, which she didn't... she couldn't... She loved that she was no longer in control... That she was just the plaything in his hands... If it were anyone else... it wouldn't have been the same. It wouldn't have meant as much... 



And then she remembered what it felt like, the first time his cock drove home... as deep as her body would allow, and her world went white. Celestine arched her whole body as her fingers worked furiously inside and her crushing climax rolled over her. Her eyes rolled back as her mouth opened in a mute scream... Her body twitched violently several times, before she came crashing down...



As Celestine's world slowly became one of color again, she could hear her trembling breath coming in quick gasps. Her entire body felt tingly, the epicenter of which was her oozing pussy... It was all she could do but lay there, as she tried to catch her breath... Trying to make sense of what this meant even while her mind was addled...



<i>...Mmnhnn...It isn't that hard...it is actually quite simple... </i>



Celestine could hear the voice of her alternate side as if it was whispering into her ear... She could almost feel soft lips brushing against her ear as her depraved side whispered her naughty secrets to her...



<i>This has been with you ever since the first time you ever got fucked... We love having the control we maintain taken away from us... We love being conquered... Taken even as we resist! We love being pinned down and fucked! </i>



Celestine whimpered as she heard her own thoughts, before gasping out. "I don't... enjoy being... a victim!" 



<i>Oh please... we were hardly the victim... We told him 'no', hoping desperately that he would act anyway... We gave him an out! We gave him a way to win... We wanted this to happen...We wanted to be taken! ...Stop lying to yourself...Stop denying how he makes us feel!</i>



"...How...How does he make... me... feel?" Celestine whispered out, afraid of the answer.



<i>...Alive...He makes us feel alive...For the first time since Vic died...</i>



Celestine twitched as Rage suddenly ignited within her. "Don't you fucking compare them! They are nothing alike!" 



<i>I know. Tristan is better.</i>



"How dare you!" Celestine hissed as she got to her feet. She turned towards the full body mirror in her room and rushed towards it... glaring at her reflection. "How in any conceivable way is he better!? Vic never tried to make me a slave! Never tried to hurt me! Never put me in danger! Didn't make me watch horrors a human being should never have to see! So how?! Tell me!" 



<i>Tristan isn't a ghost...</i>



Celestine felt like she run head long into a steel wall... "W-...What?" was all she could manage... all her fury suddenly stalled.



<i>Tristan is alive... Vic is dead and gone... He's never coming back. He'll never hold us in his arms again. We'll never feel his lips against ours... We'll never cry his name out while making passionate love ever again... He's Dead. A ghost can't make us feel alive... Tristan does... </i>



Celestine could hear her inner voice... It was almost bitter... Bitter at her for holding onto a ghost for so long... for denying herself over someone long dead and gone... Celestine shuddered once more and fought to stoke her anger again, and was rewarded with its burning fury inside her. "Shut up." She growled out...using pure rage against reason. "Just shut UP!" She roared out, glaring at her own reflection. 



Only silence seemed to follow her demands and Celestine let out several long breaths to try and calm down again... It had only been a short time since she woke, but already she had been on an emotional roller coaster... But she wasn't wrong... She knew that! Tristan and Vic... they were nothing alike. Everything that wanton side of her said... she couldn't trust any of it... That part of her... it was that part of her that killed Vic... If he was a ghost, it was only because she made him one... She couldn't let Tristan take his place in her heart... She wouldn't!



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Celestine, deciding not to simply stay in her room and brood on her nightmare or the argument that she had with... well... herself... Instead she decided that she needed to work out her frustrations. She would ask Claude about the mark later and what not but for now, she headed to the gym that was largely secluded in Tristan's home. However on her way she overheard Claude speaking to someone. It sounded like he was happy for them or at the very least congratulating them... "-ppy for you my dear, I am sure it will do you proud." 



Celestine rounded the corner and saw Claude speaking to a woman that she recognized vaguely. When Claude took a step to the side Celestine got a better view of the woman though, and when she did Celestine couldn't help but blush. She recognized the woman almost immediately... It was the succubus that Tristan offered as the prize at Lady Lavanna's mansion... She appeared in her human form though, wings and tail hidden and skin a more natural tone... However what did stand out about her was the immensely swollen stomach she bore, her hands holding it protectively. She looked to be late in pregnancy... and it was then that Celestine recalled what had happened... The succubus had accepted that Wrath Demon's seed and was happy to bear his offspring... 



Celestine swung back behind her corner, her mind racing... Did demons care for their young? Maybe... but... from what she remembered full demons usually matured very quickly. So the need for such things was probably minimal... What would happen to it though? Would it stay with its mother, here in Tristan's home? Or would it go to the father? Celestine wondered what that would be like... growing up with only a wrath demon to raise you... Then again a lust demon like a succubus couldn't have been much better as a parent... Celestine's mind swirled as she tried to contemplate how demons managed their young and what would happen to them over time...



"Are you alright Miss Celestine?" Claude's voice sounded over her shoulder and Celestine nearly jumped out of her skin. 



"For fuck sakes Claude!" Celestine barked at him. "Don't do that! Could have given me a heart attack!" Celestine took a few breaths and realized it probably wasn't his fault... she was focusing on something and he probably wasn't try and sneak up on her... "Uh... sorry... I shouldn't snap at you like that. I was just distracted and you surprised me..." Celestine apologized. 



Claude smiled lightly and nodded, as if her surprise amused him but didn't insult him. However just as he was about to speak something seemed to cross his mind and he stopped... Eventually he replied. "Think nothing of it Miss Celestine." Celestine was struck by the formality of his tone. She was used to prim and proper Claude, but this seemed... really distant... like it was forced. Odd...



"... Okay... I suppose I won't... then..." Celestine returned trying to figure out what the issue was... However after a moment she refocused. "That was... the succubus who was the prize at Lady Lavanna's tournament... right?" she tried, hoping to kill the awkward silence. 



Claude nodded once. "Indeed. Demoness Valise, a succubus of slightly higher then normal rank amongst those succubi that serve Lord Durial in his home." Claude reported calmly enough, though he didn't volunteer anything beyond that. 



Celestine was surprised... usually Claude was the talkative sort. "Hum... She looks... well she looks very pregnant... Then again I'm not surprised... I think you told me once that demonic pregnancy is highly accelerated compared to humans... Something of the order of days versus nine months?" 



Claude nodded. "Yes. She should be giving birth in the next day or so. Hopefully before the Sovereign's court... she would like to report the news of being able to bear a healthy child into the world at the court. Both to those of her standing, and to the child's male parent." Claude reported with a little more enthusiasm then at first, putting Celestine at ease. The overly formal side of Claude put her on edge...



"What... what will happen to the child? Does it stay with her, or does it go to the father?" Celestine asked curiously, as she began to walk along side Claude. 



Claude smiled lightly, as if pleased by her curiosity. "In a general sense, it is possible that the parents could force the child to remain with them, however in almost all cases, offspring rarely remain with their parents. After birth, they are given over to the care of one of the So'Vah'ree'Ka, or demon keepers. They are a unique breed of Demon that primarily functions as brood keepers. They keep the young demons during their gestation and growth over the following year until they hatch from the cocoon the So'Vah'ree'Ka builds and maintains for them."



Celestine listened intently, surprising herself with her own curiosity. "Are these So'Vah'ree'Ka a rare form of demon? And how does the growth process work exactly? What about after they mature? Do the offspring return to the parents or go off on their own? ... And what kind of demon do they end up being? Especially in a case of mixed spheres like this one?" 



Claude chuckled once and nodded. "Very good... your curiosity is inspiring, and something you should take pride in. You ask questions so that you might learn... something that some never do, and as such never learn... However to answer your questions as you voiced them... The So'Vah'ree'Ka are what some might call rare. However they are a unique breed in that it is supremely uncommon for a So'Vah'ree'Ka to be killed by another demon. Instinctually we all realize their importance to our species and how without them, a great number of difficulties would come up. There have been a few exceptions in our history but generally they are left to their work. However the So'Vah'ree'Ka are almost universally kept in the care of the sovereigns or powerful demonic lords. It only makes sense that the most powerful of us would defend those who care for our children." Claude explained simply as he continued on. 



"As for how the process works exactly? Generally the young demons are fed nutrients and the like through their cocoons as they grow. However, as they grow larger, their hunger for living souls grows as well. By the time they break free of the cocoon, they tend to be ravenous and will try and steal the soul of any living thing around them except for the So'Vah'ree'Ka who has been caring for them. For whatever reason the now nearly fully grown demon doesn't see its caretaker as a potential meal. But in order to ensure the young demons are fed safely, many of the So'Vah'ree'Ka maintain a cash of live humans for the young demons to sate themselves on." Claude said with some measure of pride in his voice. Apparently he found his species way of reproduction to be impressive in some way...



Celestine meanwhile found herself having to repress a shudder. The concept of humans being kept as baby food for newly grown demons was unsettling to say the least... Still, this raised another question. "What if there are no humans to feed on?" She asked curiously.



"Then the young demon will likely tear into the other cocoons and consume the souls of those who have yet to become fully grown." Claude replied simply. Celestine meanwhile stood agape... 



"I... I knew your people were slightly cannibalistic but... the thought of your young eating each other..." Celestine didn't finish her sentence, moved to worry by such things. 



Claude however shrugged. "It is highly uncommon in this day and age. Though it does happen. Some have theorized that it actually makes more powerful offspring, though the So'Vah'ree'Ka argue otherwise. If given the opportunity, the keepers keep the cocoons far from one another to prevent such mishaps." 



Celestine nodded... She wondered if demons cared if such mishaps happened or not... If a parent cared if their young survived... She didn't put voice to her question though... She didn't want to know if there was a negative answer... Claude continued however, continuing to answer her questions. 



"Once they have sated their initial hungers, most demons become self aware. It isn't until then that they actually understand what is happening around them, and are in many respects little more than animals up until that point. However when they do reach sentience, they have a number of options too choose from in regards to what to do with their lives..." 



"They can go to their parent or parents and choose to serve them, much like a demon swearing service to a noble would. Usually this means that if they serve the parent, they end up serving whomever the parent serves. We don't look down on our children for the most part, and by the time they awaken after their first feeding, we consider them largely as we would any other demon. However, most young demons don't tend to go to their parents. Most, end up choosing to present themselves to whatever lords they think will take them. An example of this would be the Wrath Demons that presented them to Lady Lavanna. Several of them were likely only a few months old." Claude explained. 



Celestine listened and found more and more that the demons way of life was a harsh and brutal one... Almost every aspect of their lives was a constant competition with one another... For status... For their homes... Even for the opportunity to serve a more powerful demon... It all seemed to be survival of the fittest, even if that survival required you killing your kin... However Claude continued. 



"In regards to the type of demon they become, it is much like in the case of mortal parents. Whichever has the stronger soul or spirit tends to influence the child the most. If the mother is a lust demon, and the more powerful of the two demons that spawned the new demon, the new demon will in all likelihood become a lust demon." Claude paused as he turned towards Celestine. "In the cause of Miss Valise, the offspring will likely become a lust demon. That wrath demon may have been physically powerful and cunning, but in terms of whose soul is more powerful, it would have to be Valise."



Celestine pondered that for a long moment after she stopped along side Claude. Soon she spoke up again. "Is that how it always is? Is there no chance that a demon of a different sphere will come to exist?"



"Not always." Claude admitted. "Sometimes the nature of the first soul the demon feeds on makes a difference. Though this is only true when the soul in question particularly corrupt within a different sphere of power. It happens on occasion, but not so often as to be expected." Claude finished. "Do you have any further questions my dear? It seems we are heading in different directions from this point on." Claude asked, wondering what else might be on her mind.



"I suppose just one more. Though it is off topic. Does the second Demonic Mark... does it instill a sense of loyalty, or a desire to be praised by the one who created the mark?" Celestine asked as strait forward as she could. She knew this would probably get back to Tristan, but she needed to know. 



Claude cocked his head slightly as he pondered. "I cannot say I have heard of any evidence suggesting such a thing Miss Celestine. Though it may be because most mortals that have received the second mark are already loyal to a demon in question, and as a result would seek their approval... Curious. Perhaps such a change would be missed because demons expect such loyalty by the second mark? It is an interesting theory my dear, though I must admit I do not think it to be the case." Claude replied honestly. 



Celestine nodded lightly, hiding the fact that his answer disappointed her. If it was true in that it didn't affect her like she suspected, then it was just her own messed up head that made her feel the way she did... "It's fine Claude. Thank you for helping me out. I'll catch up with you later." Celestine moved to sneak past Claude, but he did something that surprised her immensely... He darted out of her reach... No... darted is the wrong word. He leapt away from her, as if accidentally making contact with her was... dangerous...



Celestine looked to him and he cleared his throat. "I will see you later my dear. I will bring a dinner up to your room in a few hours if that is adequate?" 



Celestine nodded, but while doing so reached out with her hand towards Claude... Again he moved away, though this time he was trying to be more subtle about it. Frowning, Celestine stepped towards him and again Claude put some distance between them... Before she could ask what was going on though, he turned and began to head down a different hall. "Hey... what was that all about?" Celestine asked confused. Claude simply looked back over his shoulder. 



"I'm not sure what you mean Miss Celestine. But I must be going... until then." He wasn't nervous, but she could tell he was rushing... He was getting away from her...



~~~~



Celestine kicked the punching bag high, much in the manner she had when she cranked Cameron across the jaw. She was satisfied by the solid thump the bag made even after the fiftieth time kicking it. She didn't know why, but Celestine felt full of energy, and more then that, she hardly felt sore at all, even after she had been kicking the bag for the last twenty minuets. 



It had been almost two hours since she started her work out. When she had started she was worried that having missed a few days of training was going to cost her, but really she felt better then ever, even after a workout that would normally have put her on her ass... Earlier when she was doing weights, she found her normal sets to be hardly a challenge at all. She had pushed herself and ended up at weights she never even thought she could do... 



"So what the hell is going on?" she asked herself aloud before she kicked the bag again... again surprised that there was almost no pain. Celestine stopped as she pondered what was happening to her... She looked to a mirror and looked over herself... She had no extra muscle mass then she did a few days ago...She wasn't any bigger or anything like that... So what was it? It was then that she spotted a difference... Celestine eyed it with hesitation... as her fingers began to reach towards the mark surrounding her belly button... 

<hr pg="3" />"This... is what is different..." She admitted to herself. "They said... that the second mark increased strength and speed... that I would heal injuries faster..." Celestine looked up to meet her own gaze in the mirror and saw herself... Eyes full of concern and worry. "What... am I becoming?" She couldn't help but whisper to herself... She had accepted two of Tristan's marks already...The first was to protect her from demons... the second was to try and save someone's life... In both cases the goal of her accepting the mark didn't seem to pan out the way she expected it to... Though not really a big surprise when she considered who she was making the deal with... 



Celestine reached out and tried to sense Tristan's mood... curious as to what he might be up to...She felt... curiosity... admiration... a touch of amusement... "Great." She said dryly to herself. "I wonder what game he's playing now..." Celestine shook her head and focused on his emotions... She could feel him and with perfect clarity too. He must have been close to the gym for her to feel it so clearly... But this part of the mansion wasn't really used by anyone in the evenings. In fact she realized she was probably one of the few people in this wing... "Wait... If I'm one of the only ones... and he feels... close..." Celestine's head jerked towards the door and she found him leaning against the frame of the door, completely at ease and relaxed as he watched her...



"Hum... Impressive. You realized I was here faster then I expected." Tristan said calmly. 



"What? Come to spy on me?" Celestine asked coldly as she grabbed her towel and began to dry off, trying to ignore the complement. 



"Spy on you?" Tristan asked with an overdramatic flair. "Now what have I done to you that would make you think I would be so low as to spy on you?" He smiled to her and she felt her heart skip a beat. 



'Damn it... don't get all light headed over him now...' she thought to herself before turning to him again, eyes focused and firm. "Do you want me to list them alphabetically or categorically?" She asked voice sharp. 



"Oh!" Tristan retorted quickly, his hands going over where she assumed his heart was. "Your words, they wound me." Tristan continued though he smiled lightly, clearly not fazed by her harsh words. "But believe it or not, I am not spying on you. I am actually here to check on you... Rena told me you were holding together alright but I wanted to be sure." He finished as he began to walk towards her. 



Celestine held her ground, not willing to give an inch to him. "Do you really care? Or do just want to make sure the experience didn't break your side project? Or maybe you are just here to push me into making another horrific choice? Maybe you want me to watch Nefas turn another human being into an 'experiment'?" Celestine asked voice unflinching in its accusations at Tristan. 



Tristan raised an eyebrow as if amused by her short rant. "Actually... I wanted to make sure that you were adjusting well to this..." he said pointing his finger over her Second Mark. "I already knew you would be fine in regards to what you saw in the dungeons... Which I'll remind you, you came into of your own volition." Tristan was casual in his speech, taking her accusatory tone and completely setting it aside as if it wasn't even there. 



Celestine looked down at his finger and suppressed a shudder. With him this close she couldn't help but remember how it felt when he placed his marks on her initially. She looked up to him again trying very hard to keep out thoughts that would undermine her determination. "Bullshit. You knew I would follow you... I had just bargained a piece of my soul away to save Cameron and you were dragging her away into some dark underground tunnel. I couldn't have just let you go! How would I have known if you kept your word or not?" 



"What" Tristan began, grinning lightly. "you don't trust me?" 



"Not even a little." Celestine hissed out, gritting her teeth firmly as she tried to stare him down. It was infuriating, seeing that he seemed utterly unfazed by her firm gaze. 



After a long moment he let out a light sigh, though he sounded pleased. "Well good on you." He said; his voice low and smooth, making a pleasant chill run down her back. "You shouldn't just trust me out of hand..." He said leaning forwards towards her, bringing his face closer to hers. "I am a demon after all." Much closer and he would end up kissing her... Celestine had to back off to prevent that... But the moment she stepped back he was stepping forwards, making her have to withdraw further and further... She wouldn't let him touch her...



"And as a demon... I might... just..." Celestine bumped into a wall behind her and let out a startled gasp when she felt the cool wall against her back. Looking back she realized she had almost worked her way into a corner, leaving no where else to withdraw too... However she felt the heat of his breath and turned back to face him only to find his face a few mere inches from her own. She made the mistake of meeting his eyes and her heart caught in her throat as a result, as she saw the smoldering hunger there... Despite herself, her whole body began to warm... When he looked at her like that... it made her all too aware of the fact that to him, she was wonderfully erotic... Tristan continued speaking though... "...eat... your luscious, delectable soul..." 



Celestine looked away, ripping her eyes from his as she grit her teeth trying to resist his smooth voice... Even now... as he warned her that he might consume her soul... she couldn't help but feel a growing dampness between her legs... He was just... to alluring... Any woman hearing him talk like that would have a hard time of it... However her breath caught again when one of his hands came up and began to approach her chin... as if he was going to take it and turn her head back to look to him. 



Celestine, unwilling to let him control her, pulled away from his touch, trying to look the other way... But his other hand rose to the challenge and she had to pull away from his strong hands again... Each time she turned away she lost more and more room to move... until she found herself facing forwards... looking right at him... His smile was confident, but not arrogant... Strong... but not domineering.... 



She shuddered as his hands lingered just to the sides of her jaw line... hovering there less then an inch from her skin. She watched as they began to move, slowly sliding down her body, hardly more then an inch above her skin...Her tight clothes displayed her curves completely and he took full advantage... She watched as his hands slid down her neck and over her shoulders... down her sides and around the curve of her bosom... His hands lingered there... moving as if to cup her breasts in his hands and knead the soft flesh... It was maddening... He wasn't touching her... yet she could almost feel his hands upon her flesh... Everywhere his hands hovered made her skin tingle like there was some sort of current running from him to her... 



Despite herself, she couldn't stop her nipples from growing hard under her shirt and bra as his hands hovered over them... What was worse was the fact it was showing through her shirt... She looked up to his face for a moment as he looked upon the erect nubs, fighting to stand despite the fabric holding them down. He was smiling lightly... amused by her arousal... encouraged by it... But her gaze was drawn down again as his hands continued to slide down... 



He went over her toned stomach and to the sides of her hips. She froze as he let out a pleasant sigh... before pausing over her waist for a moment... Soon he began to kneel to let his reach go lower, and his hands slid behind her and over her ass... She looked back between the space between her and the wall... It was so small that she was amazed he fit his hands into it without touching her... yet almost cupping her ass cheeks. It was at this point she realized she was almost panting... She could feel her face was red from her arousal and the wetness from her pussy was beginning to run past her panties and leak down her legs... It was slow... but she could feel its slow trickle... 



Tristan's hands came in front of her legs and up again between her thighs... If he touched the fabric of the loose shorts she wore he would feel her dampness... Yet almost as if on cue, his hands began to approach towards her upper thighs... but his movements were slow, and she had to split her legs wider to avoid his touch. However, his smooth chuckle made her realize how she must look to him right now... Splitting her legs and presenting her crotch to him... She was about to say... something... anything to bite back at him for his amusement at her expense... but he spoke first... as he looked up to her eyes from his kneeling position...



"Or maybe... just maybe... As a man I might eat something else of yours out... feast upon it and savor its succulent flavor... Your flavor..." His voice rumbled with lust barely contained... Hearing him say it... made her feel light headed as she teetered lightly... She forced her eyes closed to take a deep breath and try and regain herself, but when he blew on the crotch of her shorts her eyes snapped open again as the chill traveled through the dampness that had already soaked her crotch... She couldn't help but let out a feather soft moan... as her whole body shook. 



"...S-... Stop..." was all she could manage... but even those few syllables betrayed how aroused she felt... how he was making her feel... And Tristan did not hesitate to pounce on it...



Immediately Tristan was standing again, his face a few inches from hers once again... She couldn't help but breathe in his aroma and felt her knees going weak because of it. She watched as he considered her... Eventually he spoke... "Are you angry... because I made you choose the lesser of two evils? Because I made you choose between setting Cameron free and letting her condemn innocents to lives of misery and pain, versus throwing her to the monsters... to be used and violated for the rest of her days?"



Celestine's resolve kindled slightly when he brought up the touchy subject... he had manipulated her into that choice... She sold off a piece of herself to save Cameron's life... She had succeeded in a literal sense... but not in the way she had intended. "Y-...Yes..." She finally managed. Despite herself she still felt like her whole body was tingling... almost desperate for his touch. Yet part of her mind railed against it... 



"Humm... I see... Well then..." he paused for a moment before his hand rose again, as if to hover above her chin again... She shuddered as it approached but felt her resolve grow again when it stopped just an inch from her skin... She could resist... If he didn't touch her she could resist... It would be shaky, but she would manage. She wouldn't give in to him. She grinned confidently at him, showing him she wasn't going to break...



But then his hand firmly took her chin, and it stunned her completely, making her breath catch in her throat and her eyes go wide. She didn't know why... but it felt like... like he had just broken the rules or something... But he spoke. "I guess I will take away your right to choose..." He smiled wickedly as he inched closer... He came slowly and she had plenty of time to turn away... he barely held the tip of her chin... it would be easy to pull away... to get away from him... Yet... She couldn't... Her eyes felt locked to his... while her whole body felt like it was stone... locked in place save for his whims... He had barely touched her... and yet he had stolen all control from her...



It was all she could do, but whimper out weakly... "...no..." 



It made him pause just before his lips pressed to hers... but only long enough to reply. "...Yes..." 



Tristan pressed his lips to Celestine's and her whole body felt like a strong charge was coursing through her... He kissed her passionately, while his free arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her whole body against his... Despite herself... she ground her body against his. Her whole body felt ecstatic as they touched... Everything felt supersensitive... like she had lost the ability to feel for so long, and now could not stand it without the sensation of his touch... 



Her rational mind fought... screaming at her that this was wrong, that he was controlling her... But her body, her desire... it reveled in this... as he held her tightly against his strong body and kissed her like she was the most important woman on the planet to him... Despite herself, she felt her arms wrap around his neck as she kissed him back... Moaning into his lips... He didn't hesitate to force her lips open as his tongue slid in, wrestling with her own... She didn't skip a beat as she jumped into the melee, shuddering each time their tongues coiled around each other... She darted her tongue into his mouth and he bit down gently on it, eliciting a low, pleasure stained moan from her...



She could feel her breasts crushed against his firm chest, the interposing clothing rubbing against her sensitive mounds, making her savor and curse their clothes for being in the way... She could feel her back up against the wall, could feel that she had no where left to flee and that she had no options left to her... She was under his control now... He had conquered her by hardly touching her... and she welcomed it...



Soon though he withdrew from her... Celestine tried to follow, not wanting it to stop, but he pushed her back... Just as he had so easily drawn her into the kiss, he easily pushed her back, and despite herself, she obediently complied. She was panting hard... the kiss having taken her breath away as she leaned against the cool wall of the gym. She noticed a small string of salvia hanging from her slightly open mouth to his... and she couldn't help but shudder powerfully at the sight of it... It fell away quickly enough, but to her it was enough... 



Celestine looked up as he smiled down at her... It was then that her brain seemed to kick back on and she realized what he had just done... "You... you kissed me..." She managed weakly...



"Indeed I did... Not that you seemed to mind all that m-"



<i>~SLAP!~</i>



Tristan stood stunned and surprised as the blow rang out in the room... Slowly he turned his head back to her. He saw her, one hand still crossed across her chest from blow she had delivered as she glared weakly at him. Her eyes were sharp... but they were softened as she fought her own desires... The blow didn't hurt per say... but the fact that she managed it was astonishing... No, Tristan hadn't used his powers on her... but... she had been enthralled by the kiss just a moment ago... She slowly smiled, confidence building again. This time however she moved away from the wall, quickly putting distance between the two of them. 



"It-... It is what you get for... for being too fresh with me!" Celestine snapped out... Though she knew it sounded clumsy and ultimately non-threatening. Still, she was vindicated when Tristan raised his hand to his check, making sure he wasn't bleeding or anything like that before rubbing the pain away. He closed his eyes as he did so but when he opened them again he looked upon her and Celestine could see it in his eyes... Hell she could feel it coming off him in waves... His unbridled lust... It sent shocks through her as she felt it boring into her awareness. Her resistance had made him burn with the primal feeling... Before it was simple flirting for him... it had to be... But now it was the real thing... 



Celestine didn't realize it at first... but she felt supremely pleased with herself... She was excited for what was coming... For what he would do to her... He would bring her down and drive into her with abandon... She had stoked his desire and she could see... she could feel that it would be almost impossible for him to be stopped... She wouldn't be able to resist... not once he began... He would take her... and there was nothing she could do to stop it... She knew that should have terrified her... It should have made her angry... But all it did was make her horny... 



To him though... it was like lighting a match inside an oil refinery... Every word shared was a clash, every touch a battle. All in the war for her desires! She had lit the match, and he burst forwards to her, lust the only thing on his mind...



She cried out as he rushed her, though not in fear but in anticipation... He quickly swept her off her feet and laid her out on one of the work out benches... She resisted in complete futility as she pushed at his chest with her hands, but he quickly caught her wrists and pinned them above her head... 



A new shock of pleasure and anticipation ran through her as she pulled at her wrists and gained no ground at all... He had her... completely at his mercy... her pussy gushed in desperate anticipation...



She squeaked in ecstasy as his hand grasped her breasts and began to fondle her harshly. Her back arched as his knee worked between her legs and began to grind against her damp pussy. She purred as he began to pull her clothes away, though not entirely off... so driven was he that he didn't care that they were in the way... 



But just when he was about to start pulling away at his own clothes, and free the beast that fought to be free inside his pants, everything stopped and Celestine looked up to him, eyes wide and confused... He grit his teeth as he reined himself in for a moment... though she could feel him shaking in exertion... She squirmed to try and egg him on for a second but when it didn't work she could only look to him, confused and lost... Eventually Tristan spoke... and as he did she could feel his gaze boring into her soul...



"Do... you... want this?" He asked, voice tight and forced into coherent syllables. 



"W-...What?" Celestine asked... suddenly confused...



"Do you... want this Celestine?" He asked again, voice coming back under his control. "Given that you slapped me a moment ago... I would think... not." He finished.



She didn't see where he was going with this... She didn't understand... But his words gave her rational mind a chance to work... It screamed at her to stop... to resist. To push him away and run... 



<i>Say yes.</i>



The other side spoke up... making Celestine's breath catch. Why now of all times did it need to speak?



<i>Because every other part of us would say no! But those parts are all wrong! Say it! SAY YES!</i>



Celestine shuddered as she realized what uttering a simple three letter word could mean... It could mean the end of her... it could be her death...



<i>Or it could be a life of endless pleasure and joy! SAY IT! For the sake of all the pain we've suffered through, SAY YES! PLEASE!</i>



Celestine shuddered again as she felt him looking to her... hanging above her like some beautiful icon of male power... All she had to do was say yes... all she had to do was let go... give in to her pleasure... let it all go... She would be happy again... just like she had been with Vic.



<i>NO! Don't think about him! He's a ghost! He's GONE! NOOOO!</i>



But it was too late... and all that came to her mind was the images of him... and an oath to his memory. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Celestine couldn't help but look away from Tristan... Silent sobs rocked her as her old bleeding scars warred with the desire that burned so hot inside her it felt like she was on fire... The idea that she had made Tristan like this that was empowering... it was fantastically erotic... enough to make both of them so sexed up that they were almost tearing the clothes off each other... yet...



"...no..." She rasped out... 



Even as her body shivered in want and desire... her mind raged against it... denying itself and forcing down her cravings even as they tore at her mind and soul... 

<hr pg="4" />Yet when she felt him let go of her... her world suddenly felt completely empty... completely void of pleasure and happiness... of joy and ecstasy... Celestine looked up to him as he withdrew from her, and his face made her heart clench in such pain she thought she was going to die... All she saw on his face was disappointment... He knew what she had done... he knew she resisted specifically to get him riled up even more... But now she had denied him... 



Desperately she searched for some way to bring him back... some way to fix this... "If... you used your powers I... I couldn't-" But she was cut off.



"No. There would be... no point... Good night Celestine." Tristan turned away and left her there... sprawled out and half naked... left only with an empty feeling and her tears...



~~~~



Celestine knelt in her shower as the water washed over... She didn't even register if it was warm or cold... It didn't matter... All she did was stare down at the drain as the water circled and disappeared down it...



<i>...You should have said yes...</i>



"Shut up..." Celestine managed flatly. 



<i>No. You know I am right! And this only proves it! Why would you be here, moping if this was the right thing?</i>



"Doing the right thing isn't always going to make you happy..." Celestine retorted coldly. 



<i>But doing the thing that will make sure you are never happy again does?</i>



"He would have killed me by the end of it..."



<i>You don't know that...</i>



"And you know he wouldn't have?"



<i>It would be better than this!</i>



What? Better dead after a good fucking then alive with a whole life ahead of me? Yea right..." Celestine replied bitterly. 



<i>A life full of self denial and self-flagellation? Yea... sounds like death would be better...</i>



"..."



<i>What? Nothing to say? Maybe you should ask Vic... oh wait... the bastard is dead and gone!</i>



"Shut up..." was all Celestine could manage as she shuddered at the painful thoughts. When no reply was imminent, Celestine got up and turned off the water... Soon she would be in her bed and staring up at her ceiling... Wondering if she had made the right decision... 



She was alive... and she had denied Tristan... that was all that mattered right? Yes... of course. 



But then why did she feel so damn hollow?



~~~



<i>Sorry folks if you were expecting hot and steamy sex for this chapter. I thought about having Celestine simply break and give in entirely in this chapter but... eh, it would feel rushed to me. I know some of you must be wondering "when is this going to happen?!" Well... honestly I don't know. As I've said before I have an end game planned, and a few events from here to there, but beyond that very little is planned out completely. 



Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thank you for reading!</i>

