TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 17
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-17
SUMMARY  : A darkness rises inside, and a thirst is quenched.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-05-06
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |demon|incubus|red head|blow job|cum swallowing|strait sex|waitress|


<i>Hello again all.



I've gotten a few notes back about the editor thing and I'm working through them. As I've said before I'm looking for an editor to check over my work before I post them. However I'd prefer someone who posted their own stuff as well, just so I can read over some of yours to get an idea of your own work. 



Call me silly but it is just something I wish to do. *shrug*



Note, for those of you who have been waiting... this is a chapter with erotica in it. Most of it is near the end but yea. Sig is introduced in this chapter, though I assure you he won't be a key player in the story by any means. 



Further, we see a darkness beginning to stir in Celestine in this chapter. Note, that this is not necessarily going to be who she becomes, but is far more likely her acting on an instinct or urge. You'll have to read to come to your own conclusions. =)



As Always, I'm open to comments and suggestions. 



Hope you all enjoy.</i>



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Celestine gently pulled Rena's hair back as she straitened it out, pondering exactly how she should braid it. Rena for her part was actually being still... relatively speaking... Rena was so excited she was almost vibrating. "Jeez, calm down huh? It's not such a huge deal you know." Celestine said, her voice amused at Rena's excitement. 



"I can't!" Rena whined happily. "This is the first time someone has ever done this with me." 



Celestine frowned. "Really? This is the first time you've let someone else do something with your hair?" 



Rena nodded. "Yea. Before master took me in I didn't really care what I looked like. Because of that I tended to just sheer my hair as close to my head as possible to keep it from getting in the way. It tended to end up matted and all unkempt."



"It's hard to imagine that." Celestine responded. "You have such beautiful hair." She said as she let Rena's glossy black hair run through her fingers. 



"Thank you." Rena said happily. "I worked hard to get it to where it is now. It is surprisingly difficult given how often I get covered in gore. Blood and Gore tend to ruin one's hair if just left to sit." Rena said before chuckling lightly. 



Celestine could only shake her head and smile at Rena's comments. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should have been horrified by Rena's comments, but Celestine simply couldn't bring herself to be concerned about it. It was just a quirk of Rena's that she had come to accept. "I imagine it would be problematic." Celestine admitted. "However, I think it's time to get to work, so try to be still for me please?" Rena nodded and did her best to be still. Not something she was terribly good at but she tried regardless. 



Celestine worked slowly and carefully. She didn't mention this to Rena, but she wasn't exactly accustomed to this sort of thing either. She had only helped her other friends with this sort of thing two or three times before. Still, she managed well enough. By the time she was finished, Rena had a braid about a foot in hanging down her back. Celestine had left her bangs and some of the hair above her brow untied to give her a freer look but otherwise she was finished. When she asked Rena to look at it in the mirror, she almost jumped in joy, apparently quite happy with it. It wasn't entirely dislike the look Rena had when Celestine first met her, but different enough for Rena to be pleased. 



Rena was about to utter her thanks when both she and Celestine heard him in their heads. <i>("We'll be leaving in an about an hour. I would recommend getting ready.") </i>It was Tristan, and Celestine expected Claude would have heard it as well as anyone else who might be going with them. Both the women smiled to each other before Rena bounded off to get dressed and Celestine headed for her own closet as she pondered what she should wear for this little outing. She wondered what Tristan would wear and how she could match, before she mentally slapped herself. She wasn't his date... she didn't need to match...



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Tristan sat calmly in what could only be described as a throne in the meeting hall. It was here that he would entertain large groups of demons who owed him fealty or accept new oaths. It was in this chamber that he seemed most like a true lord, raised on a dais to look to those who knelt to him. However today the chamber was not full of his allies and servants... Today it was simply him, Claude, and three demons that seemed utterly at home in the low light of the dimly lit chamber. 



He had sent his message out to Celestine and Rena, letting them know to be ready soon. With them occupied he knew he wouldn't be disturbed as he issued orders to others in his employ... The three demons in front of him were demons of darkness and shadow... Each of their bodies seemed to exude a visible darkness around them, keeping their actual forms obscured and difficult to see. All three of them knelt in front of him, their hazy forms shifting in some non-existent wind... They were waiting for their orders... These were Terrorgiest... Demons of envy and wrath... specialized in terror and stealth tactics. 



"Today I will be taking my new mortal servant out. She'll eventually be allowed to break off from me while I conduct other business. You are to follow her, and ensure that she doesn't try to flee or seek help. She is not to be harmed, but if others hear of her plight report it and then see that they are dealt with appropriately. Rena will be with her, though she will not know of your involvement. I will remind you that if she detects you and thinks you are a threat she will strike... Rena doesn't tend to ask questions first... She just simply acts. Even if all three of you were to try and take her I doubt you would survive so be cautious. Otherwise, you are not to interfere." Tristan instructed calmly. 



When he was finished the three creatures in front of him bowed slightly before replying in an eerie unison. "Yessss our lord." Their voices were like the whispering of the wind in the dark night... 



One of the three however moved forwards and bowed again before speaking. "What if another demon makes an advance?" 



Tristan smiled lightly. This is why he liked the Terrorgiest... They were intelligent. They knew the limits of their power and knew that in a strait on fight with other demons they were rarely a match... But they were smart enough to know how to never engage head on. "Inform me immediately if that occurs. Then proceed to harass the demon in question until Rena or I can deal with it directly." 



The lead Terrorgiest nodded once more and then slid back in line with the others. All three of them understood their orders and Tristan knew they could adapt to unforeseen circumstance. It was then that he laid out a very specific circumstance in which they were not to interfere... 



Claude listened and couldn't help but smile in pride to his master's plans... It was a long shot to be sure... and it did require that Celestine take certain actions herself... but if it did pan out, the grip his master had on Celestine would only tighten further... 



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Tristan waited out front with Claude and Rena just in front of the car that would be taking them to their destination. They waited for Celestine and her hour had almost expired. Tristan glanced to Rena and Claude and approved. Claude was, as ever, dressed in the attire of a butler, regal and dignified. Rena had donned her attire as a maid once more, though he was pleased to see it was slightly less provocative then the version she wore around the mansion. The dress was actually long enough to hide her legs and her chest and midriff where actually covered. The outfit was still very form fitting however, and revealed every curve of her body with ease...



It was as he was looking to Rena that he saw the look of awe spread across her features as she looked up towards the house... Turning to look himself he saw Celestine stepping down the stairs towards himself and the car. He had to admit, it was difficult not to gape. She was wearing one of John's dresses, and it complemented her perfectly. It was a pale blue dress that hugged her body nicely. It ran to just above her knees and rose up just above her bust line, showing off her bosom without being indecent. It was shoulder-less, but Celestine wore a short jacket that was a darker shade of blue that covered her shoulders and wrapped around her a few inches below the upper hem of her dress. All told Tristan found it hard not to stare as she strode down the stairs calmly. 



Celestine saw how Tristan looked at her and she felt her chest tighten. She could see that he thought she was beautiful in this, and as much as she knew this was more meant for a night out or something, she wanted to try it, and had wondered how he would react. However as she reveled in how he watched her, she chastised herself. She knew she shouldn't get excited about such things... but despite that she couldn't help it. She could feel his approval through the mark, which made it harder not to bask in it... 



At the same time she couldn't help but notice his dress. As always Tristan favored a rougher look. He wore a black suit jacket and pants, though he did not button the jacket up. His undershirt however was a dark red, and she couldn't help but realize it complemented the color of her own clothes... Celestine had to bite back a curse... She didn't want them to look like they were dressed to match or complement each other at all, yet it seems that is what happened... Regardless she reached the bottom of the stairs and looked to Tristan as calmly as she could. "Shall we be off?" Tristan gave her one last look over before nodding and opening the door for her. Celestine climbed in, but couldn't suppress a smile as she noticed Tristan eyeing her over once more before closing the door... 



Within moments they were on their way and Celestine smiled lightly as she looked out the window. It was a sunny day and the world was warm and vibrant. Taking a breath to steady herself, Celestine turned to Tristan, about to speak. However, she found that he was already looking to her. His features calm but clearly admiring. She felt herself blush slightly and eventually stammered out. "W-What?" As soon as the word escaped her lips she felt foolish... It just put on display how embarrassed she was as he watched her. 



Yet despite painting herself a target, Tristan responded with easy calm. "Forgive me for staring. It is just that you painted such a lovely picture... looking out at the window as you were." 



Celestine felt herself blush harder and looked away from him. She had planned to talk to him and had the conversation sorted out in her head before hand... But before she had even gotten a chance to speak he had flustered her and ruined it all... She risked glancing to him again and found that he was still watching her... a slight smile on his features. It wasn't mocking, but he was clearly enjoying the sight of her as she wallowed in her own embarrassment. Forcing such things down she turned to look at him again. "We need to talk." She announced simply.



"Oh?" Tristan replied. "The last time we talked I do recall you declaring that I was a manipulative monster." Tristan didn't seem offended or to be holding a grudge... if anything he spoke as if amused. 



"That's because you are. You ruin the lives of almost every human being you come into contact with." Celestine said without hesitation. She saw that his smile grew at her words, as if pleased that she could say such things with an easy voice. Still she continued. "But that isn't the point. What I wanted to talk to you about was... well... money. You took away my purse when you abducted me, and Claude has told me that it has been 'disposed of'. Which means, practically speaking, I am currently penniless." Celestine finished simply. 



Tristan looked to her and considered her words before realizing her point... "Which would make buying anything or even doing anything at the mall essentially impossible...?" 



"Correct..." Celestine confirmed. She looked to Tristan calmly but clearly expectantly. 



Tristan looked back and after a few moments couldn't help but chuckle. "I am sorry." He said between his moments of laughter. "I've never done this before so I never thought about that." Celestine raised her eyebrow slightly confused by his words and he continued a moment later. "What? It isn't common that I bring mortals out for Lunch or anything like this." 



Celestine shook her head slowly. "Whatever... Listen, if you are actually letting me go out and giving me the opportunity to enjoy myself, I'll need money to do so... Believe me, I despise having to ask you, of all people, for money. But it is what it is, so are you going to give me some cash or not??" Celestine looked to him firmly, and she saw him smile lightly but he nodded once. 



"Indeed. I understand the situation. I will happily give you some spending money after dinn-" 



Celestine cut him off. "No. Now or never." 



Tristan looked to her confused and surprised by her assertiveness. "Oh? And why is that?" 



"I am not your date, companion or anything that could be considered anything like that... Remember? I'm not going to be seen holding out my hand for money from you like I'm some trophy girlfriend who gets her allowance or any bullshit like that. You may have taken just about everything from me, but I still have some pride left after all..." Celestine's eyes were sharp, daring Tristan to argue with her.



Claude chuckled from up front and murmured, "Well said." 



Tristan cocked his head slowly to her and smiled once more... Celestine only glared back meeting his eyes coldly. Eventually he looked away and reached into his jacket, pulling out a wallet. Celestine watched as he pulled about 750 dollars and offered it to her. Despite her demands Celestine had trouble simply taking the money... She could feel he was intrigued by her demands and her stance on things... She hesitated though... even if others didn't see this she knew what was happening... Still, she steeled herself and took the money, folding it neatly and slipping it into the inside pocket of her jacket. The amount surprised her as well... Tristan wasn't a penny pincher at least...



Despite the fact that she knew she didn't exactly have a choice, she still felt dirty for accepting his money... And she knew he could see that too. He wasn't smug about it, but she felt his satisfaction at what probably was perceived as a victory over her. Still, eventually he looked away and Celestine sighed inwardly. She had done it... Despite the disgust she felt towards herself, she had done it. She gave him the opportunity to seize ground and he took it without hesitation... One more step towards earning her weapon...



However she was startled when he spoke up again. "Given that we seem to be having a civil enough conversation... There are a few things we need to discuss before we arrive as well." 



Celestine looked to him suspiciously. "Such as?"



"Well, behavior for one." Tristan began but before he could continue Celestine spoke.



"I know how to behave at a high end restaurant Tristan." Celestine tried to keep the sharpness out of her tone though she was only partially successful. 



"That wasn't what I was talking about. I have no doubt that you know how to conduct yourself amongst the upper crust Celestine. What I was referring to was after we've finished the meal and you've taken your leave and go out to enjoy yourself." Tristan was patient in his words, ignoring her sharp voice. Celestine signed lightly and realized it was probably too much to expect that there wouldn't be some regulation placed on her... Tristan continued. "This will largely be to protect yourself and others. First... don't tell people about myself or demons at all for that matter. This includes informing others about your situation and how you are my reluctant guest. Second, do not try and flee... Even if you did manage to get out of the city I'd still be able to find you. And Third... try to enjoy yourself." He finished, his voice becoming soft by the end. 



Celestine looked to him surprised and slightly embarrassed. "Why the hell would you care if I enjoy myself or not?"



Tristan smiled. "Because tomorrow the Sovereign's court will be beginning... For three days we will be in the heart of demonic influence for this entire coast... I imagine you'll see things that will harrow your soul as well as excite it... I wanted to give you an opportunity to do something... 'Normal' before the court begins." Tristan explained simply. 



Celestine looked to Tristan, surprised further by his words... She didn't realize that she was going to be going to the court with him... but beyond that she was surprised that he was giving her this opportunity. Like giving her a moment to breathe deep before diving underwater... "I'll... try." She finally said, though she couldn't look at him while doing so... Again her heart clenched in her chest and she had to force back unwelcome feelings.



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Celestine entered the restaurant along side Tristan, with Rena and Claude following just a few steps behind. As they approached the front counter, Claude stepped forwards and spoke with the waiter there, who stood slightly stunned at the four of them. Celestine expected it was uncommon for the waiters and servers to see someone bring their own help in with them... Still, it seemed Tristan had organized a reservation ahead of time, and the waiter brought them to a private room. Tristan brought Celestine inside and they sat in the large booth that dominated the room. Celestine could hear Claude asking to speak with the manager while Rena stood sentry out in front of the door. She had to admit it was very odd. But within a few moments it appeared that the manager was talking with Claude and agreeing to various conditions he was laying out. 



"Is all this... really necessary?" Celestine asked Tristan 



"Hum? Oh all the formality and closed doors? I am afraid so. We are meeting with a servant of mine, and while it is unlikely, the topic of demons may come up. To have that discussed in the open is unacceptable. It isn't a bother to the restaurant; they are accustomed to such clandestine meetings." Tristan explained calmly. 



Celestine frowned. "What do you mean? Is this a hang out for demons?" 



"Oh nothing so grand. Local high rollers come here often to eat and 'mingle'... But beyond that, high level Criminal elements tend to meet here as well. They appreciate a level of privacy as well. Or so I am led to believe anyway." Tristan said jokingly, and Celestine wasn't sure if he was serious about the criminals or not... Though given that this wasn't the only room like this in the restaurant, she wouldn't be surprised if what Tristan was saying was true. 



She was about to ask when a knock on the door interrupted her. A moment later the door was opened by Claude. "Mr. Siegfried Rochman has arrived at the front my lord." Claude reported and Tristan nodded easily. 



"Good. Please see him in Claude." Tristan replied and Claude disappeared again as the door closed once more. Tristan turned to her. "As I said, Sig is a servant of mine, but unlike you he only bears the First Mark. He knows about the others but so far I've not given him anything more then the first, though I know he desires more." 



Celestine nodded once but didn't get a chance to speak up when Claude knocked again. Within a moment the door was open and man in his early thirties stepped in carrying a small briefcase. Celestine had to admit he was somewhat handsome. He had a strong chin and fairly toned body. However, beyond that, Celestine could see his own mark... It was hidden under his clothes, but she saw the faint glow of the Demonic mark imprinted on the flesh of his shoulder. Sig stepped in and smiled to Tristan while bowing his head some but was surprised when he looked at Celestine. She saw the spark of lust shine in his eyes for a moment before he looked back to Tristan as the door closed behind him.

<hr pg="2" />"Hello Sig. I hope you have been doing well?" Tristan asked as Siegfried came to stand in front of the table. 



He smiled to Tristan. "Yes I have been doing quite well Lord Durial, thank you for asking." Sig looked to Celestine and smiled. 



Tristan spoke up. "This is Celestine. She will be joining us for lunch." Tristan introduced her and Celestine stood to shake Sig's hand. Sig took it quickly and she felt his firm grip, though she didn't let herself be intimidated by it. She was about to exchange pleasantries when Sig spoke to Tristan again.



"She is a fine woman my lord. I must admit I find myself envious of you." He spoke with complete ease... and complete disregard for her as well. Before Tristan could reply however she spoke up.



"I also have my wits about me Mr. Rochman. I don't know what your past experience suggests, but in my experience, it is very rude to talk about someone in the third person when they are standing right in front of you." Celestine's voice was calm but firm. She wasn't going to be treated like a piece of meat by this man... Sig looked at her stunned and gabbed for a moment but Celestine continued. "And you should know... I bear Tristan's mark as well... However unlike you, I bear the second mark..." That stunned Sig for a moment before he winced in pain... Celestine gripped his hand hard, hard enough for him to grunt in pain and for his knees to start to bend... Tristan's second mark made her stronger... strong enough to put this fool in his place. Celestine smiled to him as she squeezed and his face went red. "So I would kindly suggest you keep your standing in mind when addressing me. If you can do that, then we should be able to get along perfectly well... Don't you think?" 



Sig was almost puffing by the time she was done and he nodded quickly. At which point, Celestine let go of his hand and moved to sit down beside Tristan again. Sig moved to sit down as well, though opposite from Tristan. He looked to Tristan and her before speaking. "Forgive me... it is just... usually when I meet with Lord Durial, if a woman is present... she is... uhm..." He was at a loss of words and didn't know how to put it. Celestine finished for him though.



"His food?" Celestine asked before glancing to Tristan, who gave a slight smile and shrug. She looked back to Sig. "I assure you Sig... I am not his food..." She used his nickname, almost with a degrading tone to it. As it stood now, he was the only one who wasn't allowed his actual name or a title... A sure sign of the pecking order at the table... 



Celestine could feel Tristan smiling at her as he was supremely impressed with her actions. But beyond that she could feel his arousal at her being so forceful... 



<i>("Well I must say... that was pretty fucking hot.") </i>His voice came into her mind and she pretended to ignore it, even as she basked in the power she apparently had over Sig...



Sig spoke up again. "Of course. But then... uhm... are you his..." He was clearly confused.



Tristan chimed in now. "Don't worry about it Sig. Celestine here is my 'Not Date'. I know it is slightly confusing but just know that she is not my companion or girlfriend or anything along those lines for this lunch." He said with a pleased smile. Though Celestine blushed slightly at his words and glared daggers at him. 



<i>("You bastard! Saying that will make it sound like that is exactly what is going on! It defeats the purpose you ass!") </i>She snapped at him using the mark to communicate. 



He just kept smiling to Sig but did reply. <i>("I was just trying to be clear Celestine. You seemed to make such a point of ensuring that I understood that I figured ensuring others understood it as well was required.") </i>



Celestine blushed a little bit more but looked to Sig. "I am currently his guest. Nothing more." She added, before looking away again. Sig was, by this point, quite lost, but he gave up on understanding it and simply looked to his lord again. He was about to speak but a knock on the door sounded and he shut his trap. 



Claude opened the door and allowed the entrance of a young woman, probably in her early twenties like Celestine was. She was one of the waitresses and was dressed in a grey dress skirt with a white dress shirt and a matching grey vest overtop. She had black hair, with bangs that were cut to just above her eyebrows, with more of her hair tied back in a ponytail. The waitress entered and smiled to everyone. 



"Hello. My name is Marie and I'll be your server for the evening. Are there any drinks that I could offer you to start off with?" The waitress asked politely and with a gentle smile. Celestine smiled back, charmed by this young woman. 



Tristan spoke up first. "Would you prefer wine Celestine?" 



Celestine looked to him oddly, as if he said something quite queer... before looking back to the girl. "Scotch on the rocks please. Single malt if possible." Celestine responded to the girl's question before looking back to Tristan, who was once again smiling. 



"Didn't figure you for a whisky girl. But then I guess I shouldn't be surprised. But then I didn't figure you for one to drink the hard stuff so early in the day..." His tone was teasing and playful. 



Celestine shrugged, being drawn into his playful banter. "I think it will be the only way I will be able to stand your company for overly long." She smiled smartly and then turned to look over the menu, not giving him a chance to return her wit. 



Tristan looked up to the waitress, grinning slightly. "Well... seems I lost that one. Double of Rye and coke if you would be so kind Marie." He said confidently, and was pleased to see her smile in response as she jotted down his order. 



The waitress looked to Sig and he pondered for a moment. "I'll have the same actually." He finally allowed and the Waitress nodded and turned to leave. She gave a slight gasp however and drew Celestine's attention again... Marie was looking back towards Sig but she hesitated a moment before turning and hurrying off... Celestine watched her go slightly confused... 



After their waitress had left, Tristan looked to Sig. "I assume you brought the papers as you were told?" 



Sig nodded quickly. "Yes sir. All the documentation is prepared and ready to be reviewed by you at your leisure."



Celestine cocked her head gently as she observed Sig. "What exactly do you do Sig? Are you an accountant?" She asked curiously, part of her wondering what this meeting was for. 



Sig nodded lightly. "Sort of. I am an acquisitions lawyer. If someone buys or sells land or anything of titled value, it usually requires a lawyer somewhere along the way. Further I often help ascertain the value of things and how much they would go for on the open market for my firm, to assign commissions and the like."



Tristan spoke up as well. "I use Sig here to keep an eye on when people are buying or selling various properties or other items of high value. He will either overprice or undersell something so that I can buy and sell as needed and make a tidy profit in the process." 



"Isn't that fraud?" Celestine asked, not surprised at all. 



Sig spoke up. "I prefer to think of it as 'creative marketing'. It is hardly Lord Durial's fault if individuals do not double check the values of their properties or assets before buying or selling them." Sig explained, clearly proud of his work.



"And I take you get a cut of the profits?" Celestine asked Sig dryly.



"On top of my regular commission, yes." Sig confirmed. 



Celestine rolled her eyes and looked to Tristan. "You are deplorable." However when he shrugged she let it go... She wasn't surprised Tristan was using illegal activities to earn his apparent fortune. Hell... she suspected that Sig was one of likely many similar people Tristan kept to help make him money... She was about to continue when the door again knocked and the waitress was allowed entry. Marie quickly distributed the drinks, but as she was leaning forwards to give Tristan his drink Celestine again noticed a squeak come from the waitress. She hesitated and Celestine could see Marie looking towards Sig, who was apparently sitting there calmly, a pleased look on his face...



It didn't take long for Marie to deliver her drinks and then hurry away. Sig took a swig of his drink quickly though Tristan only seemed to toy with his for the moment. They spent the next few minuets looking over the menu and Celestine picked out her order. Tristan seemed to be going back and forth over two things. Celestine was slightly surprised that Marie hadn't asked if they had made their choice when she delivered the drinks as was the norm in most restaurants. Still, she didn't complain. The place was so nice it was hard to get angry at the service...



Tristan finally made up his mind and turned to sig. "I'm curious Sig, how is your madam doing? I hope you haven't been pressing her time too much..." 



Sig glanced to Celestine quickly before looking back to Tristan. "She is doing well... Though I must admit we do not speak much beyond our time together. As far as I can tell she is becoming very successful, and popular amongst those I've introduced her to." 



Celestine frowned, wondering who this 'madam' was... Still she didn't interrupt as Tristan spoke up again. "That is good to hear. I'm happy to know she is doing well and is exceeding your expectations. I would feel horrible if I knew you were not getting the help you needed. Though I would recommend not pressing her too much... Especially now that she has other clients..." Tristan said with a slight grin. 



However Celestine noticed that Sig was fidgeting slightly... as if embarrassed by Tristan's words. Again she was just about to ask what they were going on about when the door knocked once more. Celestine had to bite back a curse... the waitress seemed to have terrible timing... She came in once again holding a pad of paper ready to take their orders. Celestine noticed that she seemed overly hesitant... When she entered the room she didn't come to the table very quickly, even though she eventually did. Celestine also noticed that Marie was skirting herself more towards her edge of the table, as if avoiding Sig...



Marie asked for their orders and Celestine took the lead explaining her request. She paused to notice that Tristan seemed to be writing a note down but quickly resumed telling Marie what she wanted. Once done, Sig gave his order as well. When Marie turned to Tristan, Celestine noticed that the girl was shuddering again, and her voice was uneven as if something was tickling or bothering her. She was having trouble getting Tristan's order down and getting out the questions she needed to ask... At first Celestine expected that it was Tristan, using his powers to influence the attractive waitress... But she couldn't feel him pressing his powers at all...Unsure what was wrong, Celestine glanced about for what might be the cause, and her blood ran hot when she found it...



Sig was rubbing his foot up and down the back of Marie's leg... he had taken his shoe off at some point as to increase the contact as well... Celestine looked up to Sig's face and found a blissful look to his features... Instantly she gritted her teeth in rage... This man was a pig... seeing women as little more then things to be used for the pleasure of men... But Marie wasn't going to complain... She probably couldn't. They were high profile guests... things like this probably happened on occasion... In the eyes of the owner, the customers were probably more valuable then his servers... So Celestine did something... She pulled her heel back and jabbed it under the table... Right between Sig's legs...



The high pitched gasp that came from him was very satisfying as he almost fell over in pain... Marie jumped back at his sudden outburst, clearly worried that she had upset her customers... Celestine however got up and put her hands on Marie's shoulders. "It's okay... That was me, not you." Marie looked to Sig confused but then back to Celestine, thanks written on her features... Celestine smiled back and then went to Sig. "Now... as for you..." She took a handful of his hair and pulled him up only so she could slam his face down into the table with a very satisfying thud and the sound of shaking cutlery and glasses. Celestine was surprised at her own strength, but she loved every moment of exerting her power over Sig. She felt strong... no... she felt powerful. Like she had every right to crush this insect for the shit he was pulling... 



Celestine missed Tristan getting up and moving to Marie, however his voice drew her attention to him. "I think that is enough for now Celestine..." Tristan said with perfect ease. It was then that Celestine snapped out of it and realized she was about to try and smash Sig's head through the table... Stunned at her own violent actions she took a few steps back and looked back to Tristan as Sig pulled himself together... Tristan was looking to Marie and was apologizing. "I am very sorry for this Marie... I assure you my companion is not normally so... forward. I know this cannot make up for his actions but perhaps it is a start?" Tristan pulled out two hundred dollar bills and offered them to Marie. Marie at first blushed hard and made as if she couldn't accept them but Tristan pushed. "Please, I insist." Tristan flashed her a charming smile and Marie could only stare at him in enamored awe. 



Celestine saw it and she felt her chest tighten for some reason... She quickly straitened herself out though and looked away, not willing to watch the exchange for whatever reason. Celestine heard Marie accept the money and say she was very thankful, and that she would be back with their orders soon. Tristan told her not to rush herself and she excused herself before leaving again. Within moments Tristan was seated again and Celestine sat down along side him again, far more subdued. Her aggression surprised her... Yes she would have acted even if she hadn't gotten so angry... but the thing that was worrying her was the fact that she enjoyed beating Sig... She was enjoying hurting him... 



Celestine looked to him, concerned that she had gone too far, but what she found was... odd... Despite his clearly pained face, Celestine could see that Sig was almost euphoric... He was hunched over and his body shuddered occasionally as his pain waned, but Celestine could see a crooked smile to his lips after each shudder that ran through his body... "What the fuck?" Celestine whispered to herself, though apparently Tristan heard her...



He spoke to her through the mark, amusement staining his thoughts. <i>("Ah yes... I failed to mention that didn't I? Siegfried here is a Masochist Celestine. He is aroused by powerful women who treat him like garbage and physically abuse him... The madam we were talking about earlier? A succubus who specializes in such things... She has been spending less and less time with Sig here, so he is becoming more and more desperate. He has an especially strong affinity for feet... Either using his own to feel a woman like he did with Miss Marie or being kicked or what have you by a strong woman... My understanding is he is very aroused by a woman stepping onto his genitals...In fa-")</i>



Celestine cut him off. <i>("Just... Stop. I don't need to hear any more about this freak's perversions.") </i>Celestine did her best not to give visual cues that she was disgusted with this piece of trash... knowing that if she gave voice to her repulsion, it might just arouse Sig more... 



Sig eventually managed to calm down and looked to Tristan and Celestine. "My... apologies. I saw her shapely legs... and... couldn't help myself..." Sig looked to Celestine sheepishly, though she made every effort to ignore the fact that he existed. Maybe if she ignored him he would just stop looking at her... but as the moments past she realized quickly that wasn't going to happen. 



Thankfully, Tristan spoke up and filled the awkward silence with talk about various subjects, including places around the world they had been and describing past explorations. The three of them were able to share and each talk about their own experiences, and for a short while at least, Celestine was able to enjoy a normal civil conversation. 



It didn't take long for their meals to come, and Marie handed them out easily. Sig kept his distance as she did and didn't say a word. Celestine did notice that as Marie handed Tristan his plate, there was a slip of paper under the plate, which Tristan easily palmed and then glanced at before stowing it away in his pocket. Celestine glanced to Marie slightly confused, and the waitress blushed as if embarrassed she were caught... She didn't' say anything though, but instead rushed to leave the room...



"What was that about?" Celestine asked Tristan suspiciously. 



"What was what about?" Tristan asked, calmly.



"That note... the one she just passed you. What was that for?" Celestine pressed, surprised by the intensity of her own voice. She was confused why she pushed so hard to know... It wasn't like it was any of her business... But then she realized what this feeling was... jealousy... Celestine mentally slapped herself again, for even feeling something so stupid over Tristan no less. Her first thought should have been to warn Marie away... Tristan's response snapped her out of her thoughts however.



"Oh nothing much. Just a matter of the gratuity and amends for Sig's actions..." Tristan looked to Sig and he sunk into his chair, clearly worried that he had gone too far and upset his lord... Tristan looked back to Celestine. "It is nothing you need worry about Celestine." Celestine didn't believe him, but nodded lightly and began to eat. 



~~~~



Near the end of their meal Tristan asked Celestine if he could get out of the booth. Celestine didn't hesitate to let him out, but it was only after the door closed behind him that she realized she had been left alone with Sig... Given that they were alone, he smiled to her lightly. It vaguely reminded her of a love sick puppy... heavy emphasis on the 'sick'... Celestine swallowed another morsel, but found her appetite had left her now that she knew Sig was watching her. She stayed quite, hoping he would get the hint. Unfortunately it seemed Sig didn't get hints, because he spoke up in a moment or two...



"What is it like... bearing the second mark?" Sig asked quietly, like talking about it too loudly might make her vanish or something. 



Celestine sighed lightly and took another swig of her drink. She really didn't want to be in the same room as this guy, let alone talk to him. But as she thought of how to shut him up another thought came to her. "I could answer that... but what do I get out of it?" 



Sig looked to her confused... "Well... uh... What can I give you that you would want?" 



Celestine smiled lightly and looked to him again. "You want information? Well so do I. If you tell me something useful, I'll answer your questions. Do we have an agreement?" Celestine asked calmly, her voice smooth and low as if to play along with Sig's game. 



Sig nodded quickly, but before he could speak Celestine cut him off. "Good. Now tell me, do you handle all of Tristan's accounts or just a few?" 



Sig frowned. "Do you mean lord Durial? Uhm... well I handle several, though I doubt it is all of them. He's come up with money for various projects from somewhere beyond my control on several occasions. But why do you ask?" 



Celestine smiled lightly as she thought of her reasons for asking... It was primarily because if Sig was Tristan's only 'go to' guy, she could cripple Tristan financially if she killed Sig... Plus, there likely wasn't anyone who would miss this shit stain on the fabric of humanity. She could handle the blood of such a wretched person on her hands if it meant hurting Tristan. But given that Sig wasn't likely all that vital... there would likely be no point... "Just simple curiosity." Celestine lied. She knew she wasn't a good liar though, and he could see through it.

<hr pg="3" />"You're lying." He stated, clearly confused.



"And so what if I am, <i>worm</i>?" Celestine snapped out harshly, and was happy with the response it got her. Sig snapped back in fear at first, but she could see the crooked smile he bore as well... It sickened her, but she could use his arousal to distract him... Talking down to him like he was garbage wasn't exactly hard either... Still, it was abnormal for her... Talking to anyone like that didn't come naturally to her.



"I... I couldn't do anything about it." He admitted meekly...even as one of his hands began to slip under the table towards his lap.



"Don't you fucking dare." Celestine glared at him and then down arm that disappeared under the table... She guessed he was about to start playing with himself... or at least shift his pants around to deal with what was likely a growing erection. 



His hand came up to the table instantly and he nodded weakly. "Yes... I'm... I'm sorry!" he babbled out. Celestine let out a sigh... As much as she needed info, she hated being around this person. Treating him like this only made him happy... 



"Whatever... Now to answer your first question... The Second mark is like having someone constantly in the room with you, except inside your head... You can feel their emotions and what not even without seeing them. In fact I would argue that you have a greater understanding of their emotions and feelings then if you could see their faces or hear their actual voice." Celestine paused as Sig absorbed all the information he could from her... But as her pause stretched on he leaned forwards.



"Tell me more... please!" he rasped out 



"Maybe. But you have to answer more of my questions first. What is this meeting for? What is Tristan aiming to purchase or sell?" Celestine pushed. Curious if she could find any venue for attack. 



Sig hesitated for a moment. "Uh... wouldn't he have told you... if you were supposed to know?" 



Celestine gave a 'tsk' sound and glared at Sig once again, making him try and retreat further into his plush seat. It was a very strange sight to Celestine... a fully grown man being cowed and aroused at the same time by the glare of a woman. Still she pressed him, unwilling to stop now. "Listen to me you pathetic excuse for a human being, you'll tell me what I want to know, and you'll fucking like it. You won't think about whether you should or not. You just will. A miserable piece of trash like you should consider himself supremely blessed that I even tolerate your presence, let alone am generous to even talk to you. So, like a good little bitch, you'll obey me and answer my questions." 



Sig's hands were trembling as they sat on top of the table. They weren't shaking because her words terrified him, though that was part of it. No... it was actually the exact opposite... her words excited him... He felt like he was ready to burst and it was nearly impossible not to reach down and stroke himself unto completion... Sig didn't know why... but for some reason this woman stroked his lust and perverse nature to a level he never experienced before... And she wasn't even striking or whipping him or anything... To answer her, he nodded. "...Yes..." Sig hesitated for a moment before finishing his thought... "...Mistress..." Sig licked his lips and Celestine had to repress a shudder at his crooked horny smile and his words... She didn't want him calling her anything like that... It made her feel disgustingly filthy... "Lord Durial... he wants to sell several assets off to accumulate funds to sponsor some young man and a fashion line he will be creating... As the key investor, Lord Durial will have controlling interest as well... The company may be the boy's in name, but Lord Durial will be the real owner..." Sig explained, even as his hands shook with want. 



Celestine blinked surprised... but as she thought on it she realized that it made sense... Tristan had told Edmond that his people would contact him in a few days... A few days have passed since their meeting so it made sense this would be happening now... Despite herself Celestine wondered if she could figure out a way to ruin it... But a few seconds later she realized what she was thinking and stopped herself. Hurting Tristan was one thing... But Edmond was a decent enough person as far as she could tell... She couldn't ruin his dreams just to hurt Tristan. That's assuming such a loss would even hurt Tristan at all... 



Celestine let out a sigh as she slumped back into her seat, letting go of the idea that she could lash out at Tristan... for today at least. She could tell her disappointment seemed to make Sig worry, though she didn't honestly care about him. Instead she tried to focus on what other questions she might be able to think up that might be useful... However Sig spoke up, asking his own question now... "I'm told that those with the second mark can... communicate with Lord Durial telepathically... And that there is tone and inflection in the messages sent back and forth... Is all that true?" 



Celestine looked to Sig annoyed... but eventually answered regardless. "Yes it is true. Though scum and weaklings will probably never have the skills or force of will needed to communicate in that manner." She said making a direct jab at him... Again he seemed to bask in her harsh words and she simply pressed on. "What sort of assets do you manage for Tristan?" 



Sig smiled and puffed out his chest proudly. "I handle largely land acquisitions and mineral rights. It is my specialty and I must say I'm quite well versed! I've made Lord Durial large sums of money over the course of the decade I've served him..." He almost beamed with pride, and was clearly hoping it would impress her. Celestine only raised an eyebrow as she watched this man exalt in the fact that he was helping a monster become richer. 



"And collected a fair sum of pocket money for yourself I assume." Celestine said with a sneer. Sig smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Whatever... ask your question." Celestine demanded, her patience wearing thin with Sig. 



"Does... does the second mark hurt? The... first hurt so terribly... I just want to be prepared for whenever I might receive it..." Sig explained hopefully... "I know if I had it, I could serve my lord so much more efficiently. No need for phone calls or email. I could simply receive his requests directly." Sig was chipper in his words and Celestine couldn't help herself from enjoying what she said next. 



"Oh... oh my." She snickered some. 



Sig looked concerned immediately. "What? What is it?" 



"Oh... it is probably nothing... You see... for me the second mark was a moment of pure and unfettered ecstasy... So intense I climaxed instantly and with no warning at all." Celestine writhed slightly and gave off a light purr as she put on a show for Sig... Unfortunately it wasn't entirely a show. Talking about it made her remember... and she wasn't lying about her experience either... the memory was enough to make her tingle pleasantly.



Sig lit up. "That's great! I can't wait! I have to earn it, but I know I can! I just have to do everything to the best of my ability for my lord." 



Again Celestine snickered a little bit, clearly laughing at Sig. When he looked to her confused and hurt, she spoke up again, a wicked grin on her face... "I am sorry Sig, but first off, receiving the first mark was almost the same as the second for me... It wasn't painful at all... Because Tristan didn't make it painful. If yours was painful, it was because he wanted it to be... And frankly, the chances of you receiving a second mark... well... let's just say I don't think your chances are great..." Despite the fact that most of it was an act, Celestine couldn't help but feel some level of pleasure out seeing Sig's face go from elated to mournful over the course of a few words...



Sig's head sank and he shivered again. "Yo-...you're wrong..." he whimpered out. 



Celestine felt something dark inside her stir... The feeling was gone again in an instant... But for whatever reason she seemed to forget it almost immediately after it was gone... But she quickly jumped back into her assault on Sig. "Maybe I am... maybe I'm not..." Celestine shrugged. "But there is no need to be sad is there? All you want to do is serve Durial right? What does it matter if you only possess the first mark? Do you really need more to do what you already do?" She asked lightly.



"No... I suppose I don't... I just... want the blessings that come with the mark. That's all..." Sig admitted as he looked to her, eyes seeking some comfort...



Celestine smiled slightly to him but spoke up. "I see... It is always hard to know that you're just a pawn. But then pawns can find satisfaction in their service... can't they? Especially if they have help..." Sig looked confused at first, but a moment later he let out a pleasured gasp as he shuddered once... Exactly the response Celestine expected... She had kicked off one of her shoes... and reached under the table with her foot and gently ran her toe up his leg... He couldn't think it was anyone else as they were the only two that were in the room. He looked to her amazed, his crooked smile returning. 



Celestine pressed, as she set Sig up... "With Marie... you would have kept molesting her if I hadn't stopped you... correct?" She ran her toe up a little higher, to around his knee and couldn't help but be amused by his shuddering response at such a simple touch... 



Sig stammered a few times but eventually responded... "Y-Yes... I would have... all afternoon I would have..."



"Humm... That is a very wretched thing to do Sig..." Celestine commented idly as her foot threatened to go higher up his leg...



"I know! I'm bad... I'm such a terrible person... scum is what I am! I can't help but grope and molest." Sig's voice was light and his body quaked with every movement of her toes against his leg... Even with the pant leg in the way he could feel the heat from her flesh and it excited him to no end...



"You're a dirty pervert... Less then a real person. You don't deserve to be treated well... all you deserve is abuse and treatment befitting a degenerate sack of rotten shit..." Celestine said to him, voice smooth and only with a slight touch of cruelty to them... Sig's hands began to move to slip under the table, but as he did, Celestine's foot pulled away. "Ah ah ah... I told you already wretch... You don't dare put your hands under that table..." Sig nodded weakly and whimpered until her touch returned. 



"Yes Mistress... I deserve to be beaten and whipped! Stepped on and spat at!" Sig responded fanatically as his hands shook above the table... he gasped hard when Celestine's foot almost reached his crotch... "Please! Punish me! Step on me! Crush it under your heel!" Sig begged, clearly at the edge of his climax... ready to burst in his pants... 



Celestine watched him with a slight smile... And again she felt something in the back of her soul stir... as if it were a sleeper stirring for a moment when its bed is disturbed... But just as before... it was gone in a moment... A moment later Celestine's smile disappeared and was replaced with a look of cold indifference. Sig gasped as she pulled her foot away and proceeded to slip it back into her shoe before she started getting up to leave...



"Wait... mistress... aren't you going to punish me?" Sig asked desperately, literally teetering on the edge... all he needed was one last push... and he would cum harder then he ever had before... 



Celestine looked back to him icily. "And get you off? No... I won't give you the satisfaction... And Sig? I hope you never feel satisfied again... I hope that satisfaction will always elude you, no matter how much a woman may beat or whip you... No matter how hard they step on your dick or balls... Because frankly, you don't deserve to be punished... all you deserve is to be forgotten and ignored for the rest of your miserable life... Tristan... Lord Durial... He'll never give you the second mark... you are nothing but a bit player in his grand game... Easily replaced, and even more easily forgotten..." With that Celestine simply turned away and headed out the door, leaving Sig alone and utterly unsatisfied...



~~~



Celestine exited the private room and as soon as the door was closed behind her she let out a long sigh, as she tried to shake her disgust with Sig... However after a moment she realized that she was hardly alone... and looked to her left to find Rena standing there. She was standing guard of the room but was also grinning like a loon at Celestine. Despite herself Celestine felt Rena's amusement bring her spirits up again, and within a few moments Celestine could feel herself smiling right back at Rena. 



"Hell of a job Celestine." Rena said through her grin. "That worm deserves the cold shoulder. Like I get being submissive and shit, but that's just pathetic." 



Celestine nodded. "You should have seen his face. He had a 'this can't be happening' look about him that was freaking priceless." She snickered again and wondered if Sig could hear her or not... But then she realized she didn't care if he could. Celestine took a look about the restaurant and found that there were a few customers here and there, but she couldn't see Tristan... "Where is your boss?" Celestine asked calmly.



Rena shrugged. "Don't know for sure. My job is to guard the room so that's what I'm doing. Claude went with him, I'd check the bathrooms. Don't be too long though, from the sounds of it you and I will be free to head out soon." 



Celestine nodded. "Good. I don't think I can spend another second with that freak. I'm going to go freshen up and then we'll see where things go from there." Rena nodded and Celestine proceeded to head towards the bathroom. It was down a side hall and as she turned the corner it she saw Claude standing there calmly between the two bathroom doors. 



Celestine gave Claude a slight nod before speaking up. "He's in the bathroom huh? He never struck me as the sort who 'freshens up'. Nor the sort who would take forever doing so..." Celestine said with an amused smile as the picture of Tristan standing in front of a mirror preening filled her mind.



Claude gave her a smile of his own before responding as she passed him to the women's washroom. "He doesn't seem the sort to me either, Miss Celestine." Celestine paused to look to Claude... Strange of him to say that... given how long Tristan had been in there... Still, she shrugged it off and headed into the women's bathroom. 



The door creaked loudly as she entered and she headed towards the sinks to get herself cleaned up. Looking about she could see the washroom was well maintained and matched the high end look of the rest of the restaurant and was spotlessly clean. Something Celestine could appreciate greatly... As the water ran Celestine looked to herself in the mirror and pondered the things she had done in the last half hour... She had gotten Sig all primed only to leave him hanging... Not that he deserved any less... She had made plans to try and ruin Tristan only to abandon them again moments later... She had to admit... other then the Third Mark, she didn't really see herself getting any tools that would actually hurt him seriously...



She slipped her hands into the warm water but as she did, Celestine heard something odd... It was like a squeak... or... creaking sound. She glanced about and couldn't see anything at first glance. She turned back to the mirror and chastised herself for beginning to hear things... However in the mirror she saw the flash of movement and looked up to the reflective pane... It was behind her... in one of the stalls with the door mostly closed she saw something moving... 



Celestine wondered what it was... If it was someone going to the bathroom they would have closed the door properly... Though it could have been something more supernatural... She watched the stall in the mirror's reflection and after a few moments she saw its walls shake some, as if something was pushing against them from the inside...



Turning towards the stall, Celestine steeled herself and walked up to the door... "Who's there?" She asked firmly, fully expecting some demon or shit like that to be spying on her...But as the moments ticked by, no answer came. She was about to give up and think she was just seeing things when the stall shook once more and a audible squeak could be heard. "Oh damn it all to hell..." Celestine cursed and reached forwards to push the door open... 



Celestine stumbled back a few feet at what she found.... Marie looked up to her, face growing redder as Celestine looked down at her bent over... Skirt and panties kicked away, and her vest and shirt wide open with her bra no where to be found... One of her hands was up against the wall just near the stall door keeping her upright as she was bent over, as another seemed frozen at her clit... as if shocked into stillness at being caught red handed... For a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, Marie and Celestine stared at each other, both in utter shock. The door swung slowly and let out a long creek with every inch of its travel... 



Eventually though, the door stopped swinging, and the silence was deafening... Marie couldn't help but meet Celestine's eyes, and as if on cue, broke the deafening silence as she let out a long embarrassed moan. Humiliated, Marie's hands rose to cover her face and hide herself from Celestine... But Celestine quickly realized Marie was hardly alone... Tristan stood behind her, using her shoulder and hip as leverage as he drilled into her pussy from behind. His cock slick with her juices as it was buried deeply into Marie, making her stand on her toes in order to give him proper access to her dripping cunny... 



"W-...What the fuck... is this?" Celestine stammered out as she backed into the wall opposite to the stall door... completely stunned.



Marie whimpered. "I'm sorry!" She cried out. "I'm sorry! He said it would be okay! That... you wouldn't care! Oh god why did I do this? Whya<i>aaaHH!!</i>" Her questions were silenced by her cry of ecstasy as Tristan drove his cock deep into Marie again. She had to swing her hand out to catch herself, making the whole stall shake. Given the sheen of sweat covering Marie's brow and skin, and the stains on Marie's sheer nylon stockings from her own pussy juice... Celestine could only guess that Tristan had begun fucking her almost immediately after he left Celestine and Sig in their room... "Ple<i>eeEEE...</i>Please... Please for<i>Ghhnn</i>...forgive me!" Marie begged out to Celestine as Tristan fucked her slowly. 



"Oh my dear..." Tristan began, accenting the third word by driving into her pussy hard. "You don't need to worry about anything like that. I promise you..." He thrust into her hard again, making Marie squeak out again, despite the fact that she was trying to stifle her voice. Her face and chest was beet red... and she was completely embarrassed and utterly vulnerable... "After all..." Tristan drove into her again and Marie's back arched and Celestine saw a look of utter euphoria on Marie's face, eyes completely unfocused as a small orgasm rocked her body... When she came back too, Tristan continued. "...Celestine isn't my date, like you thought. In fact... Celestine is my 'Not Date'... Isn't that right, Celestine?" Tristan asked her, his voice low and thick with lust...



Celestine was about to rip into him for what he was doing but she found her words catch in her throat... She could feel her heart racing in her chest... She had trouble looking away... Every time she tried, her eyes simply went to a different location of the erotic display... Marie's face, painted in ecstasy and her tongue lulled out as she panted hard... Or her bouncing breasts... heaving with each of Tristan's thrusts before coming back down and jiggling softly, with her small but pert eraser pink nipples standing upright and hard... Or down to her dripping pussy, Marie's fingers working hard at her clit again as Tristan's thick beautiful cock disappeared into Marie's pussy, eliciting a new moan or cry of pleasure...

<hr pg="4" />"Celestine." Tristan said, snapping her gaze back up to his face. "Isn't that right?" he asked again, a grin on his features...



Celestine shuddered as she watched him fuck Marie... but she finally managed to speak, though her voice was broken and choppy. "Th-... That is... That's right..." She finally managed... 



"See?" Tristan asked Marie. "No problem at all... Now Celestine... be a dear... and lock the bathroom door... We don't want any more visitors do we?" Tristan asked smoothly, before accenting his point by moving one of his hands to her breasts, little more then a handful, and began to tweak her nipples, making her moan sharply.



Celestine nodded numbly and moved to the door... slowly turning the lock, until she heard the dead bolt fall into place with a metallic thud... It dawned on her then that she should have probably just left... That she should have just walked away and waited with Rena... But she didn't... Because she could feel her own juices begin to moisten her panties... Despite herself, Celestine went back to the stall and leaned against the wall opposite of Tristan and Marie and... damned if she could help it... she began to watch them...



Marie squeezed her eyes shut and squeaked out as Tristan continued to fuck her... A moment later she opened her eyes again to find Celestine watching them.... She spoke out, embarrassment staining her voice. "Don't look! Please don't look!" Marie tried to close her legs, to cut off the display, while her hands moved to cover her breasts. But Tristan wasn't going to have any of that... He lowered his hands under her legs and started lifting them, literally taking her off her feet and pulling her legs apart to put him fucking her pretty pink pussy on full display for Celestine. "Nooo!!" she wailed, but it only made Celestine's heart race faster... 



She was surprised when she felt her hands bunching up her short dress above her hips... only to start pulling her panties down... She didn't stop herself when she realized what was happening... She realized that she didn't want to. If... if she left, she would be leaving Marie alone with a beast like Tristan... She couldn't do that... not in good conscience... So when her voice came out, she was surprised to hear it, low and sultry once again... like velvet to the ears... soft... and lustful... "It's... it's okay..." Celestine began, unsure of what she was saying... "Don't stop... Please..." Celestine pulled her panties to the side and dipped her fingers into her hot and quite slick pussy... and began to pump in and out... 



Marie looked to Celestine surprised, but less embarrassed now... With each thrust from Tristan's thick cock grinding her insides, the embarrassment faded, and her erotic arousal grew. Celestine knew she should stop this... She would... She would stop it if Tristan went to far... like if he tried to kill her... Kill Marie... But for now... she needed to act like she was losing herself to her own lust... All to earn her weapon... That's all it was... Or at least that was what she kept telling herself so she didn't become disgusted with herself. 



Another moan and whimper from Marie drew Celestine's attention back to her innocent face, contorted and stained with utter rapture. <i>"Oh god!" </i>Marie gasped out. <i>"He's... He's so big! Mhhnn! How can it fit?! It can't... slow down... aaaAAAHH!.... Please slow down! You are gonna tear me apart!" </i>Celestine watched as Marie whimpered and writhed in Tristan's clutches, as he lifted her up and down on his unyielding cock, with the sounds of slapping flesh sounding with each stroke... Marie's words became incoherent as he pressed her harder and harder, slipping even more of his cock into her with each stroke...



Celestine's fingers blurred inside her... She imagined how she looked right now... Dress pulled up and legs spread wide... her panties now bunched up and hanging around one of her legs raised up so she could get better leverage... Her fingers drilling into her slick hot box, and a small puddle of her pussy juices forming under her hips... She looked to Tristan, and saw as he leaned forwards and nipped gently at Marie's neck... All the while meeting Celestine's gaze... and watching her as she played with herself...



<i>("Well look at you go Celestine... playing with yourself like a horny slut, not caring who sees you... You look so fucking raunchy right now...") </i>Tristan's voice wasn't mocking... it was impressed, and more than a little aroused. Part of that was because he was fucking Marie, but it had to do with her as well. She could feel his approval at what she was doing through the mark, which only made her shiver in greater delight...



<i>("Shut up!") </i>She snapped at him mentally. <i>("I'm... I'm only here to make sure you don't hurt her! Not-... Nothing more!") 



("Ah... I see... it has nothing to do with the fact that you wish you were in her place?") </i>Tristan inquired playfully...



<i>("N-No!") </i>Celestine snapped back, though she could hear her own thoughts and her breath as it came in panting gasps... 



She could feel his amusement over the mark as he grinned at her. <i>("That's a shame, even though I think you're lying... Oh well... Marie here is keeping me quite busy... Her pussy is convulsing all over my cock... So tight... Though...") </i>Tristan paused and let his thought hang for a moment...



<i>("...Though... what?") </i>Celestine pressed hesitantly, her mind already spinning.



<i>("Though I will admit... I like your tight little cunny more...") </i>His thoughts came to her low and whispered... like he was letting her know some dirty little secret... It made Celestine shudder hard and her world nearly went white right then and there as she fought off an orgasm... He had almost made her cum just with a whispered thought and the feel of his brash and lewd emotions washing over her... She couldn't even focus on the sight in front of her for a short while as she just tried to fight off the wave of lust from him... But when she heard Tristan's hand slap Marie's ass, her attention snapped back to the young woman being fucked silly by Tristan....



Marie's cry came out loudly and she had to clap one of her hands over her mouth to stop it... A moment later, her euphoric rambling became marginally coherent again... <i>"Oh god...He's deep... so deep... I can... feel his cock... poking at my womb... oh... Fuck... FUCK YES! Mmnnhh! More... please don't stop... I'm so close... Unnnggg!! I'm... going... AH... CRAZYYYY!" </i>Marie looked down to Celestine and their eyes met... Seeing her like that... with that wild look of mad ravenous pleasure... Celestine couldn't help but remember the feel of his cock buried deep inside her... grinding against the walls of her pussy and kissing the entrance to her womb... She remembered the scalding heat of his cock inside her... Pushing her over into a crippling climax... She could remember, in almost perfect detail, the shape of it inside her... Seems he hadn't lied... she would remember him for quite some time... if not forever...



Marie could see Celestine's lustful gaze... and it was the last push she needed... Her moan started out quietly but it quickly grew louder as her head rolled back, and her back arched... Two seconds later her whole body was quivering nonstop... <i>"Cumming! I'm CUMMINGG!!" </i>Marie declared in her luscious moan, screaming at the top of her lungs... Celestine could see her toes curling and her pussy lips convulsing around Tristan's cock... She knew how that felt... She remembered how her own pussy massaged his cock hard as she was blinded by her own orgasm... And despite it being a memory... it was enough when combined with the erotic show that Celestine couldn't stop herself from tumbling into climax of her own, her voice joining Marie's in a low shuddering moan...



For several long moments, Celestine and Marie breathed hard, trying to catch their breath after their orgasms... Celestine looked up when she heard Marie give out a whimpering whine... Through half lidded eyes she saw Tristan lifting Marie off his cock and gently setting her down beside Celestine on the cool floor... This close Celestine could smell the musk of fresh sex hanging off both of them... But the smell of him made her heart skip a few beats. With Marie sat down Tristan stood over the two of them, still beautifully erect... He hadn't cum in Marie... and Celestine felt her hand grasp around his girth before she realized she had even moved...



"Do you want it Celestine?" Tristan asked low and darkly, his voice tempting her...



Celestine looked up to him startled at his question before looking back down to his cock. It sat in her hand and she couldn't help but stare at the drop of pre-cum mixed with Marie's juices that hung from the tip of his cock... She swallowed hard and managed to tear her head away from his long thick cock. "N-...No..." She murmured out, even though her body was craving it powerfully... Her mouth so felt drier then the desert... And she knew he could quench her thirst... 



"Oh... I see... Well then, how about you Marie?" Tristan asked, drawing the Waitress's attention up to his eyes... She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights... completely unsure and hesitating... She had never done anything like she had today... That much was clear... and this might be a step too far... She slowly looked down at his cock and gently licked her lips, unsure if she could even take him into her mouth... Celestine glanced to Marie and saw her hesitation... how vulnerable and innocent she looked as she stared in uncertainty... Marie began to reach for him but Tristan and Marie were surprised when Celestine pulled it away...



Celestine glared up to Tristan. "I won't... let you poison her with your filth... Like... you've poisoned me..." She said shakily, before looking down to his cock... and opening her mouth slowly and letting her tongue flick out and start lapping at his cockhead. Instantly she moaned at mixed taste of Marie's juices on his cock... Before she realized it she had her lips wrapped around his cock and was sucking hard as she bobbed up and down far enough for it to hit the back of her throat... 



Tristan let out a satisfied rumble as Celestine worked his shaft... It drew her attention and made her look up to meet his eyes as she bobbed up and down, wet raunchy sucking sounds escaping her lips... Occasionally she would pull back and lick up and down his impressive shaft... but now that their eyes had met... she found she couldn't look away...



But he didn't seem as if about to cum... and Celestine's thirst was making her impatient... <i>("Hurry up... Give it to me already!") </i>She demanded through his demonic mark, but Tristan only smiled wider...



<i>("Oh my... Do we want it that badly?") </i>He asked, his mental voice rumbling with lust.



<i>("... No! I just... I Just want this to be over with...") </i>Celestine responded... though her thoughts were uncertain... But despite that, she could feel his lust surge at her continued reluctance to admit that she wanted his cum... 



<i>("Well... I don't think you'll have to wait any longer!") </i>Tristan grunted over his thoughts and in his voice as Celestine began to feel his cock buck... Instantly, she wrapped her lips tightly around the end of his cock head and sucked hard... trying to draw as much from him as possible... She couldn't stop herself... Even though she knew she must have looked like a cum hungry slut to Marie's eyes... Glancing in that direction, Celestine saw the waitress was watching in rap awe... It made her feel positively dirty... and part of her loved it...



A moment later Celestine felt Tristan's cock buck again and then the salty nectar she had been thirsting for burst into her mouth... Despite herself she moaned wantonly and quickly began to swallow it down as it flowed over her tongue. As more and more poured from his dick into her mouth, her hands did not sit idle. They stroked him with each jet of his hot cock cream into her mouth, trying to coax out even more... By the sixth or seventh mouthful Celestine was beginning to realize that if she kept drinking his seed... she would come to crave it almost uncontrollably... 



When the last spurt came, Celestine stroked Tristan a few more times to get the last drops out of his cock before pulling back and opened her mouth for him to see... Why she did it... she wasn't exactly sure... Maybe it was the sultry and sexy side of her forcing her into it... or maybe it was just her... But she could feel his immense satisfaction at seeing her do it... before she closed her mouth and swallowed it down, only to reopen her mouth to prove she swallowed him down... She felt his approval wash over her through the mark and he gently cupped her cheek as he looked to her eyes... "Fantastic..." He said softly to her and she gently rubbed her cheek against his soft hand and basked in his praise and the euphoria that came with drinking down his hot cock cream... 



A moment or two past and Celestine slowly came out of it... Tristan had put himself away and was about to leave after getting his pants back on. <i>("If you would be so kind, make sure Marie is cleaned up and sorted out before she leaves the bathroom... It would create a scene if she came out all sweaty and dishevelled...")</i>



Celestine nodded to him and watched Tristan disappear... before turning to Marie and smiling lightly... She slowly got up and helped Marie do the same... Not much was said between the two of them as they got cleaned up... Celestine gave her what advice she could... Soreness would likely come soon... 



But beyond all of that... and the warm feeling she felt as she basked in his praise... She knew she was closer to achieving her goal now... To him, she was buckling... breaking under her desires... Completely oblivious to the fact that she wanted to cut him down... But then she couldn't deny that she was breaking down too... It would be a race it seemed... And it was one she wasn't sure she could win...

