TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 21
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-21
SUMMARY  : Filled with fear and doubt there is only one she can turn to.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-06-16
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |demon|incubus|red head|submission|cum swallowing|


<i>Hello again all!</i>



<i>Yea, so cliffhanger much? Hehe. </i>



<i>Anyway, this chapter will largely deal with the fallout that comes from Celestine being faced with the big evil. It will also cover Celestine meeting a few other mortal servants, and the surprises that brings. </i>



<i>This chapter contains a fair amount of erotica, but again, it is largely at the end of the chapter. </i>



<i>I'd like to give special thanks to WanderingMindGames for all her help and I hope you all enjoy this chapter. </i>



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Celestine lay twitching on the ground, her mind overloaded with fear as the demonic abomination circled her, watching her every shudder in malevolent glee. She had blacked out for a few moments and in the meantime the thunderous canopy of its laughter had waned, and now the fell creature simply watched her. Her inner self was still with her, which she would be supremely thankful for later. It hugged her tightly to shield her from the worst of this creature. Without its presence, Celestine was certain she would have died of fright by now...But what was it that the creature said? Fell Born? Was he referring to her?



<b><i>"Yes..."</i></b> Its voice hissed again in her mind, making her whole body buck and writhe at the horrific invasion of her awareness. 



"Stop!" Celestine rasped out when her body finally allowed it. "Please stop!" She crawled up to her knees and looked at Tristan again through the blackened smoke that followed this creature like a shadow. Yet he and the others were still slowed by some unseen power. "Help me..." She whispered to Tristan, even frozen as he was. Rampant panic threatening to overwhelm her, Celestine knew she wasn't in control of herself. Not fully anyway. 



<i>I'm here with you.</i> Her inner voice sounded, somehow soothing as it reinforced her nearly broken will. 



<b><i>"And surely you must wonder why that is... Why this voice, that is yours, but not yours, is with you."</i> </b>The demon asked, almost sliding itself between her and Tristan, its features again filling her vision. "<b><i>You must surely wonder how it gives you strength..." </i></b>



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Each word was like a shock of blinding agony to her mind. Each syllable felt like it was flogging her mind with razor whips and made her body spasm beyond her control. By the end of the latest string of agony, Celestine couldn't help but rear up and throw up. When she did finally regain control of her faculties, Celestine looked up at the creature, body shuddering uncontrollably. She found that she somehow surprised it, as if her willingly gazing upon it was unexpected. Yet the surprise only seemed to make it smile wider. Still, perhaps in defiance, or perhaps simply because her mind was utterly numb... Celestine turned away from it, and started putting one foot in front of the other, as she tried to stagger away from it. She could only manage one foot at a time... More than that and she would stumble.



<b><i>"Or maybe, just maybe... you are curious why those closest to you only end up betraying you..."</i></b> It whispered to her in her own mind. 



Celestine stopped dead in her tracks. How could it possibly have known? Celestine turned back to the creature, trying to steel herself as she stared into the utterly wicked entity that stood before her. She was only partially successful though, and couldn't help but shudder as she met its gaze. "How d-" She began, but its grating voice filled her mind again, cutting her off as if it knew all her questions.



<b><i>"Because that is the fate of all your kind." </i></b>



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"M-My kind? What are you t-talking about? ...I-I'm human!" Celestine tried to shout back, though it came out more as an almost weeping croak. She could feel tears running down her face... The desire to know, warring with her instincts to flee. 



<b><i>"Are you now?" </i></b>It asked, before it made a sound that Celestine could only guess was snickering... "<b><i>Oh how sure you sound, but how wrong you are..."</i></b>



Celestine's face twisted into one of confusion and doubt. "T-Than what am I?" She asked, daring it to answer. "If I am not h-human than what am I? I was born of humans, so what else c-could I be?!" She managed to make her voice stronger again, fighting against the crushing fear. The presence of her inner self was shielding her, but it did not protect her completely. 



<b><i>"Humm... A curious question. The answer to which, he holds..."</i></b> It glanced beyond her and Celestine looked to find Tristan in her gaze... She stared wide eyed for a long moment before rasping out her next words. 



"Y-... You're wrong!" She said as she began to shudder more violently. "I am human! I am!" Celestine made to turn back to the creature but fell to her knees in the process, the little strength that held her up now gone. She found herself choking on the black smoke that billowed about this abomination. 



<b><i>"A human that somehow makes those closest to her become full of vice and sin, without ever meaning to?"</i></b> It asked as it head cocked slowly. When Celestine looked up to it in surprise it looked back full of sadistic joy. <b><i>"It has happened hasn't it? How many have fallen already? One? Two? Maybe even more?!"</i></b> Its raucous laughter boomed out again, before it continued. <b><i>"However many it has been, it's because of you... You planted the seeds of corruption in them. You fed those seeds and helped them grow, just by being near them! Oh what wonder you are, oh beautiful Fell Born!" </i></b>



"STOP!" Celestine screamed as she nearly lost consciences again at its invading voice. But it seemed that it was done, and simply observed her as she knelt in front of him, body wracked with pain and gnawing doubts. "Please... stop..." was all she could manage... She felt ready to break. No... that was wrong. She already felt broken.



<i>Fight!</i> Her inner voice roared at her. <i>Fight it! We can make it together!</i>



<b><i>"Perhaps you could. I would not put it past you..."</i></b> Celestine felt its finger curl under her chin, and lift her gaze up to meet his. <b><i>"Oh what will you become? Perhaps the righteous will find you first... and kill you. Or perhaps you won't survive the transformation, and become nothing but a cold corpse. Perhaps you will survive, and become dark and terrible, capable of slaying even me and all sin... Or Maybe... Just maybe... you'll become something glorious..."</i> </b>



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Its words left Celestine numb and barely aware... she was only conscience because of what protection her other side afforded. Still, she didn't feel it withdraw from her... didn't see it step back, as it left burnt footprints in the stone in its wake.



<b><i>"I can't wait to see..."</i></b> It sounded finally, smiling widely...



Suddenly the world seem to speed up again, and the dreadful presence lifted off Celestine, making her breathe deep as she could, gasping for air like she had been underwater for impossibly long. Somewhere along the line she fell to the ground as she fought for air. But when a familiar voice filled her mind it was like someone throwing her a life line. <i>("Celestine? Celestine!?")</i> It was Tristan's voice, half-rife with panic and concern, the rest confused and unsure... Still, it was enough, and for whatever reason she clung to it... She felt him rush to her and she instinctively grasped onto his leg, pulling herself behind him, almost hiding from the abomination that has assaulted her mind... She hid because she knew... she knew it was still here. It was hiding its dreadful presence, and its form was hidden behind a haze. But she could see it, standing there, looming like deaths' own shadow...



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<i>("Celestine? Celestine?!") </i>Tristan tried using the mark as he approached her. She lay on the ground shuddering like a leaf and gasping for air desperately. Confusion and worry gripped Tristan, not something he was accustomed to, and not something he enjoyed at all. As soon as he reached her Celestine grabbed onto his leg for dear life and scurried behind him, half mad with fear as she hid behind him... And he had an idea as to why she was like this... 



Looking up Tristan saw him... Vestiem the Sovereign, standing behind his shroud. A shroud that was not up a second ago, given the spazming and insane mortals he left in his wake as he soared above them to reach this place. It hid his titanic power, and obscured what he looked like behind a haze, showing only a dark outline with glowing red eyes. He did this as a courtesy most of the time as his presence was enough to drive most mortals mad in a moment without it... Hell, even the weakest of demons would lose their minds in his presence if he did not willingly shield them. 



Seeing him, Tristan knew what had to be done... He and all those around him knew as well... He bowed his head to his Sovereign, out of respect and reverence. He and Navira were lucky... anyone who wasn't a Demonic Lord fell to their knees in supplication. All the while, Celestine cringed behind him and the question of if she had lost her mind to the Sovereign kept circling in his mind... A moment later, Tristan lifted his head and smiled to his lord, even though he wished he could tear out his throat. "Greetings your majesty. It is rare to see you amongst the people like this. To what do we owe the blessing?" All the while Tristan tried reaching Celestine with the mark, but no answer was forthcoming. 



Rena piped in however, blessedly having the sense to use the mark. <i>("Master! Celestine, we have to help her! Please! Let me take her to-") </i>But Tristan cut her off. 



<i>("We can't Rena. If we do, it will be disrespectful to him and potentially get us all killed. More than that... we can't show weakness... If we rush to aid her, we will only condemn her and ourselves.") </i>Tristan's thoughts were angry and pained... He hated having to follow protocol like this, but if he didn't, he would get them all killed...



<i>("I... I understand.") </i>Rena managed, though her thoughts were full of rage and hate. She couldn't even look at the Sovereign right now... 



The Sovereign's voice emanated from his lips in a long dead language, yet all those near him could hear the foreign words, could somehow hear his voice inside their minds, understanding every word. <b><i>"I came to investigate that most precious jewel you have there Lord Durial...Indeed you have a mighty prize in your possession. Be sure not to lose it in the coming battle to Odeon. I must say I look forward to seeing your battle with him during the Clash. It should be... most entertaining. It has been some time since I've seen your prowess in combat. Something so few of my people have seen."</i></b> 



Tristan smiled again to his Sovereign. "You are too kind my lord. I only hope that the Clash between he and I does not bore you overly much. I would not even waste your time with it, if I did not need the court to show his humiliation to as many demons as possible." Tristan explained voice cordial and perfectly polite. Meanwhile he kept trying to reach Celestine, who seemed to be almost catatonic. 



<b><i>"Indeed. You mean to prove to anyone who would raise their hand against you, what will happen as a result of crossing you. As a fine example of our people, I hope you will continue to set the bar for the rest of our society to follow. You are indeed worthy of her, such a fine prize." </i></b>He said glancing down to Celestine. 



Tristan had to fight the urge to frown. Did he know? "My Lord... I am not sure what you mean. She is a beautiful mortal to be sure, and I do value her, but for you to praise her is perhaps too much..." Tristan tried to underplay her value... Already he could feel demons looking to Celestine with greedy eyes. 



The Sovereign's laughter didn't help however... <b><i>"I would have to disagree Lord Durial." </i></b>He said loud enough for all in the chamber to hear. <b><i>"I spoke with her just a moment ago, using my power to talk at length with her... From what I found, I would say that any and all demons should be envious of you. She is but a singular treasure that even I covet, above almost any other! I hope you recognize my kindness when I assure you, that I shall not attempt to snatch her from you." </i></b>The Sovereign explained, wearing a great grin the whole time. 



Tristan stood stunned for a moment, as if the Sovereign had just slapped him across the face, not that he would actually survive that really physically happening... He shook it off however and responded, bowing his head again. "My thanks Lord Vestiem; I shall always remember this grace you have given me..." Tristan righted himself. "With that in mind, I shall do everything within my power to see that she is not lost to me. Perhaps Odeon will serve a dual purpose... Punishing him should encourage others, and whatever master he serves, to leave her where she rightfully belongs... with me." Tristan said firmly, voice confident and strong. 



<b><i>"Perhaps... but I wonder Lord Durial... what would you do if I had sent Odeon? Perhaps he is under my employ, and it is I who sent him to spy on you and learn of your people?"</i> </b>The Sovereign asked, cocking his head curiously. 



"I would congratulate you on your fine choice of targets my lord, and give my most humble thanks that you would think I would be worth your ire. If it is you my Lord, perhaps I could suggest a few demons who might fare better than Odeon? Though you would have to send them together... I assure you I won't go down easily." 



<b><i>"Unless it was between the legs of a fine woman, of course." </i></b>Vestiem joked, before laughing with dark merriment. Tristan joined him, as did others, though Tristan only faked it... still trying to probe Celestine into response. <b><i>"I make jest at your expense Lord Durial, you will of course forgive me."</i></b> Vestiem said as he began to walk past Tristan and his crowd. However as he passed several meters behind Celestine and the others he paused and looked back to her and Tristan. <b><i>"You need not fret Lord Durial... She'll be cognizant again soon enough... a few more minuets should do th-... what?"</i></b> 



The Sovereign looked on in awe and Tristan felt shifting against his legs. Looking down he saw Celestine pushing herself up on shaky feet... She almost fell but caught herself, without having to lean on him for support. Once upright she turned to the Sovereign and curtsied to him, while bowing her head. 



"The most noble Sovereign is very generous in his praise, even for one so undeserving as I. My thanks oh Lord of Demons, Vestiem." Celestines said, her voice weak and shaking, but still clear enough to understand. Tristan looked on in awe... he knew that if Vestiem spoke with her, he would have used his powers to push everyone out of sync with the two of them... which would mean the shroud would have been down... Most mortals' hearts would have stopped in such a circumstance... Yet Celestine stood, bowing her head to him. 



The Sovereign's laughter filled the chamber as everyone stared on in quiet. <b><i>"You are even greater than my expectations! Marvelous!" </i></b>Vestiem roared out, before turning away and continuing to leave them behind... 



Celestine stood for another moment before her legs finally began to give out, but she found herself caught in his strong arms, holding her gently, but possessively. <i>("Indeed you are marvelous, my lovely Celestine...") </i>Tristan sent to her before helping her right herself again. Rena took her and let Celestine lean on her for now. Tristan was about to order Rena to take Celestine to their chambers but a commotion drew his attention back to his Sovereign.



The Nephilim Elanace, had hurled off her cloak, and drawn her sword on Vestiem, swinging it down at his head with all her might as she cried out in righteous fury as she soared on her stretched out wings... Navira was shocked, stupefied into inaction by what Elanace had done. Alas for the rogue Nephilim, Vestiem seemed to catch the blade with perfect ease, twisting it and her before slamming Elanace to the ground hard enough to crack the stone. He kept her down by stomping his foot upon her back while holding the sword curiously... A moment later he held it before Elanace's eyes as he whispered something to her before he destroyed the blade, letting the ruined shards fall infront of her... Celestine saw the Nephilim's face, and saw the utter devastation written there. For whatever reason, it looked as if that blade was more valuable to her than her own life...



<b><i>"Do not fret Navira."</i></b> The Sovereign announced to the Demonic Duchess. <b><i>"I shall not rob you of your pet. It is not your fault she struck, it is in her nature to attack one such as I, even with your superb training... But all this excitement has worked up my appetite and you will have to excuse me if I sate it."</i></b> 



Navira watched, unable to do anything to stop what happened next... She forced her feelings away from her face, unwilling to show anything to those who might use it against her. She watched, seemingly uncaring, as the Sovereign leaned down and used his teeth to peel the flesh from Elanace's wings, and consume it, before using the outer jaw to snap the bones free, and grind them up for all to hear and see... 



Elanace was able to keep herself from screaming as the first of her wings was peeled and then consumed... but the second was too much. She screamed out for Navira to help her... begged with everything she had... All the while the Sovereign reveled in her pain and anguish, only to set it burning again as he consumed more of her flesh and bone... Just as the Sovereign was near the end of his meal, Elanace broke down and screamed out one last plea that became nothing more than a whimper after Vestiem ripped the bone clean from her shoulder blades. "Dominace! Brother.... please... help me..." 



Celestine looked into Elanace's eyes as her plea went out, unanswered, and watched as the Nephilim blessedly lost consciousness... The sight was sickening, but she had no more to throw up... And even if she did, she couldn't. She couldn't make Tristan seem like he had weak servants. She continued to watch as Tristan went to Navira, who was tending for her broken pet as their Sovereign left them. Navira was hissing something to her demonic servants, who quickly wrapped Elanace up in her cloak and spirited her away. It was then that Tristan shared a few words with Navira, though they were too quiet to hear for Celestine. 



"Rena." Celestine managed. "What...are they talking about?" She asked, knowing that Rena's hearing was much better than hers. 



"Ah... It's nothing Celestine... don't worry about it." Rena responded, clearly feeling awkward about the question. 



"He's comforting her... isn't he? Apologizing...because I drew the Sovereign here... and as a result he maimed that Nephilim..." Celestine said weakly, her heart twisted up because of reasons beyond her understanding. 



"Uh... No! Nothing like that!" Rena tried.



Celestine smiled sadly. "You're a worse liar than I am Rena... But thank you for trying..."



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"Dominace! Brother.... please... help me..." Elanace's voice invaded Dominace's dreams, as he saw what she saw, felt the agony she felt... He saw a beautiful red haired woman, held in the arms of a demon, as he felt Elanace's wings be stripped of flesh, bones broken, and then eaten... 



"SISTER!" He roared out as he awoke from the hellish nightmare. A moment later he felt vertigo as he fell out of his narrow bed and landed hard on the ground. In a heartbeat he was up and looking for his sister in his small room. They had taken her months ago... He had assumed she was dead, just as their elder sister was... He had looked at first for her, tried to track down the demons that had taken her... But Elanace was the hunter, not him... He had no way of finding her... He had given up, and assumed she was dead... The others had found him, convinced him to continue hunting demons with them... convinced him the mission was more important...

<hr pg="2" />But now he knew he was wrong... That she was alive! Dominace unfolded his wings and made to leave his room, ready to go and search for her. He would rip down every city if that was what it took! Search every home and cave across the globe if he had to. Damn any other responsibilities! Damn it all! He would kill those responsible, and return all the pain they pressed upon his sister ten fold before they died. At least that was the plan, until he went through the door, and found Milana standing there, waiting for him. 



She didn't say anything, and he knew that she couldn't see him with her eyes per say... Rather she could see his soul, or at least the aura of his soul. Still, it was perplexing how much her stare withered his rage and anger, how it robbed him of his blind will to go out and act... "Milana I-" Dominace tried to explain, but Milana's hand lifted to quiet him. 



"Hush Dominace." Her voice was smooth and gentle, not chastising. "I can feel your rage... I do not know what you just saw, but I know it was terrible. I am sorry for you having to feel that pain, but you must let go... We Nephilim die every day in the unending war against the demons... If we let ourselves sink into our rage and hate, we will lose ourselves, and become even worse than our foes..." Milana's gentle voice explained. 



"I know that!" Dominace snapped back, her gentle voice grating on him, not because it was gentle, but because it robbed him of his anger. "But I can't just do nothing! I can't just sit by and let it happen!" Dominace turned from her, and began to head down the hall. He knew Hera and Darass were near, and likely watching to protect their youngest sister should he lose it... But he wouldn't turn his blade on any of them... That was one depth he would never sink to.



"I'm not asking you to do nothing Dominace..." Milana's imploring voice stopped him dead in his tracks. "I'm asking you to carry on the mission, as I know both your sisters would want..."



Dominace grit his teeth as his duty warred with his anger. "Then I should just leave her to die, alone and in agony!?" 



"Yes." Milana responded without hesitation. "You would fight very valiantly to save her, I know that. But you would fail, and it would cost the cause yet another of its warriors. Two have already been taken Dominace... Must a third also fall?" Milana's voice was beseeching ... She knew what would happen if he did go. How he would die exactly, she didn't know, but at the very least, she knew he would die alone... Nephilim were always more than the sum of their parts. It's why they were always born in triplets, to form their choirs, where they are highly effective at destroying demons and could share their power amongst each other... Dominace had been stripped of his choir, left alone, and weakened. It was why they had invited him to join their choir. He might not be a sibling, but he was kin through the cause they all fought for. Further his presence made them stronger. 



Dominace turned to her and stepped up to Milana. He looked as if ready to say something, to tell her she was wrong, and that he could do it... but his argument died in his throat, and he fell to his knees in front of her. Milana cupped his head gently and held her to his bosom, not unlike a mother might. She held him as he wept for his lost sisters... Darass and Hera approached and stood with them as Dominace let out his pain. Even their presence was enough to support him, words not necessary in this case. They would take as long as Dominace needed. 



Yet despite staving off his rage tonight, Milana knew it was only a stop gap... The anger was still inside him and it lay there like an open wound. She had cleansed it tonight, but soon it would fester again. Worst of all, she did not know of any way to actually mend this injury...



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After everything that had happened, Tristan decided that he was about ready to take a load off and take his seat. Celestine wasn't aware, but he also wanted to take a moment to gauge how she was doing. Other than a few words towards the Sovereign, he hadn't heard her speak at all and she was still shaky. Fortunately she was able to walk on her own after a few moments without the support of Rena, who was now remaining very close to Celestine. He knew Rena felt like she had somehow failed to protect Celestine, even though she and Tristan both knew that Rena wouldn't have been able to even slow the Sovereign down, let alone stop him.



On their way to his throne, Tristan felt a ripple of power waiting ahead. Frowning, he was at least able to figure out who it was before they stepped from the shadows of one of the seven entrances. "Ah Gillarrion, it has been a while." Tristan announced as he approached the corridor, not allowing the Lord of Greed to pop out of the shadows unannounced. However, as Gillarrion came out Tristan spoke to Celestine through the mark. <i>("Don't talk to him and don't look him in the eye. Gillarrion is dangerous, and he'll try and buy you. I'll make like I'll consider it, but don't worry, I won't ever sell you.")</i> 



<i>("I understand, I'll stay quiet.") </i>Tristan heard Celestine's response. He was about to say more but he felt her come up along side and behind him, almost like she was hiding behind him. Tristan had to bite back a curse; Vestiem shook her up more than he feared. Still, he was happy to hear from her at all.



"Lord Durial, indeed it has been a long time. In fact the last time we spoke was when I inquired about acquiring a few of your Hell Spawn breeders in hopes of expanding my own broods... You never got back to me on that by the way." Gillarrion was, as one might expect as a demon of greed, freakishly flamboyant in his display of wealth... Gillarrion himself was roughly humanoid, though his legs were like that of a great lizard, with a long claw at the tip of each of his three toes. From his knees and elbows spikes of what appeared to be polished ivory protruded from his flesh. His hands only bore three fingers, each wickedly clawed. His body was fit, though perhaps slightly too narrow, and wrapped in a coat of what Celestine could only guess were coins from every imaginable currency, many of which looked ancient. His head bore a double set of horns, one sloping up and the other curling down and forwards. Gillarrion's eyes were sunk deeply into his skull, and were flitting back and forth, greedily looking for the next thing to add to his collection of assets. His lips looked almost melted, and strings of meat stretched across his toothy maw like wax.



However most notable was the fact that Gillarrion didn't walk on his own feet... instead he stood on a palisade that was carried by at least a dozen mortals. Celestine could see they were covered in a sheen of sweat, burdened by their heavy load. Further, other demons followed in his wake, and they somehow reminded Celestine of tax collectors and loan sharks... As soon as she looked everything over quickly, she cast her gaze down, and slid further behind Tristan as best she could. 



"Ah yes, now I recall. I am sorry for not getting back to you on that, but it was recommended to me by those who care for my spawn to not agree to the exchange you proposed. You understand of course." Tristan was polite and calm when addressing Gillarrion, but Celestine could feel the disgust he had for this creature. 



"Hum. Perhaps there was wisdom in that choice..." Gillarrion admitted begrudgingly. He snapped his fingers and the palanquin that bore him was lowered and more mortals moved to make steps out of themselves for him to reach the ground. Celestine noticed that each mortal bore no protection from his heavy claws, and each downward step seemed to leave bleeding wounds behind... "But those who manage such things are often only concerned with only that. They don't see the value in creating good relations, and the gains that can be earned from such things." Gillarrion said with a smile, full of needle like teeth.



"Perhaps." Tristan allowed. "But I have no need for the things you offered Gillarrion. I do not hoard assets like you and those of your bent do so I saw little need. Regardless, let us not live in the past. There is no profit to be had in doing so, is there?" Tristan asked, a relaxed smile on his features. 



"No I suppose there isn't. I shall cut straight to the point then Lord Durial, I would like to acquire your servant there, the mortal one. Alas, I fear the price has been driven up by our Sovereign's words, even though I wished to acquire her before he spoke." Gillarrion explained, as if a great burden was now placed on him.



"Oh? And why is that my old friend?" Tristan asked calmly as he continued to walk slowly, Gillarrion following pace. 



"Well, it is the first mortal anyone has ever seen you bring to court. She must be special indeed for you to do so. I was curious as to her quality. But after not only surviving the presence of our king, but actually functioning so quickly again, I can see why she meets your lofty standards. But enough as to the why, perhaps we shall discuss the price?" Gillarrion asked curiously.



"I am not sure if she is for sale Gillarrion. As you said, she is the only mortal to ever reach my lofty standards..." Tristan said with a polite smile. He took the opportunity to speak to Celestine through the mark as well. <i>("And he isn't wrong about that by the way...")</i>



Celestine couldn't help but blush slightly at his thoughts and words, as she felt how happy he was to have her by his side. It didn't wipe away the hollow dread that still filled her from her recent experience, but it warmed her some... Still she wondered if Gillarrion would make an offer that would tempt Tristan as the greed demon continued to speak. 



"Everything is for sale Lord Durial. Everything. I would know, I have almost everything. Even those things others didn't feel inclined to sell..." Gillarrion said with an easy confidence. 



Tristan paused and turned to Gillarrion slowly and observed him for a moment. "Lord Gillarrion, if I were a paranoid, I would assume that was a threat..." 



Gillarrion chuckled lightly and shrugged. "You can take it however you like Durial; it makes little difference to me. I'm just looking to do business, nothing more, nothing less." 



Tristan smiled lightly in response. "I see. Well, in that case, I'll have Claude set something on the books for us to meet. I'll let you know when I'll be available. Until then..." Tristan nodded to Gillarrion and then proceeded down the walkway, leaving him behind as Celestine and the others followed. As soon as he was sure Gillarrion would not over hear he glanced to Claude. "Don't make any contact with him, and cut off all contact with anyone who we know who serves him..." 



"Of course my lord." Claude said with a slight bow. 



Celestine frowned however, as she glanced back to Gillarrion, who seemed to still be watching Tristan walk off. Something in his eyes worried her... like this was only the beginning. "So..." Celestine spoke up quietly after facing forwards again. "We're going to ignore him and hope he goes away?" She asked, her voice still shaking slightly. 



"Yes." Tristan responded. "He'll find some other bauble that he wants and he'll forget all about you. It always happens with Gillarrion." Tristan explained, clearly not considering him a threat. Celestine nodded and followed as Tristan turned down one of the stairways and approached his throne. As Celestine looked about, she saw what she assumed were other lords moving to their own chairs. Tristan's was made of polished ebony, inlaid with silver and gold. 



As she looked about a question formed in her mind. "Why are there twelve thrones?" She asked, strength returning to her voice bit by bit. She had taken a seat next to Tristan on his left and Rena on his right. It was the only human sized seat around his throne, so it wasn't like she had a lot of choice.



Claude answered her, as he stood just behind Tristan's throne. "There are currently twelve Demon Lords or Ladies in the court currently. Normally, there would be fourteen, two for each of the primary spheres of power. However, at the moment, two demons each hold two positions." Claude pointed them out and Celestine looked to see them. "Gillarrion, whom you've met already, slew the other lord of greed and now uses the throne that belonged to him, as a seat for his own throne." Celestine looked closely and realized Claude wasn't joking. Gillarrion was in the process of climbing up to his seat, which seemed stacked on top of another larger throne... 



"Well... that's kind of fucked up..." Celestine commented idly, confused as to why he was doing such a thing. Then again demons were strange to begin with so she let it go. "What about the other?" She asked. 



Claude pointed across the chamber again and she saw a giant, with skin of bronze and a stark white beard, with bones tied into the white threads. She saw that he bore multi-jointed legs, and gorilla like arms. He had a broad and strong looking torso, and his eyes seethed full of anger and hate from where they were seated in his skull. At one hand was a massive war axe, covered in teeth along its cutting edge that looked like they were stained with blood hundreds of times before. This was confirmed, as the demons' entourage followed him to his throne, bearing skins stretched out on racks and a whole host of grisly trophies. Following Claude's pointing finger, she saw one trophy be hauled forwards, and saw that it was a massive chair of stone and rock that had been cleaved down the center and covered in now dry gore...



"That is Barathax." Claude explained. "He is the Lord of Wrath... and Rena's former Master." 



Celestine frowned at Claude's words and looked to Rena. She didn't deny it, but she looked sourly at Claude for letting it out of the bag. Still, Rena looked to Barathax, and Celestine could see the anger seething in her gaze. Not surprising, given how he must have treated her. 



"Yes... He is another Demonic Lord who isn't exactly a fan of mine." Tristan said casually. "I won Rena's loyalty before it was known that I had ascended to the status of a Demonic Lord. In fact, right after my victory I claimed this throne as my own. He was... well, less than pleased about that." Tristan said with a grin. "I've had Rena's loyalty ever since." He said looking to her with a smile, which she reciprocated. 



"What happened to the previous owner of your station?" Celestine asked curiously, though she could guess the answer. 



"I ate her soul." Tristan explained calmly, looking to Celestine to see how she felt about that. 



Celestine was surprised to realize she was largely indifferent... Demons killing demons didn't really bother her. She nodded and sat back in her surprisingly comfortable chair as she waited for whatever was coming next to happen. As she waited, more demons filed in. Nobles gathered around their lords and Celestine saw Navira sit nearby along with the many demons that seemed to follow her. 



"It is just me, or do her followers outnumber yours?" She asked Tristan, though the number of nobles around him was still a fair number. 



"Oh they do." Tristan admitted. "But I prefer quality over quantity. While she may have more, mine are more powerful. Did you notice how she was trying to get Claude and Rena to go over to her side? It is because she lacks any demons that are on their level who are willing to simply serve, instead of be nobles themselves." Tristan explained calmly. 



"So... if you two were to go at it, with all your resources, who would come out on top?" Celestine asked quietly, as to not arouse any suspicions that Tristan was plotting something. 



"All the other Demonic Lords." Tristan explained calmly. "Most lords leave each other alone for the most part, but when a conflict does take place, others try and take advantage of it. However discounting that, I'd say that it would probably come out as a draw, with both sides being so badly mauled no true victor could be named." Tristan explained a note of admiration in his voice for his counterpart. Celestine nodded and left it at that, as her mind constantly came back to something that she wished she could forget... 



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It took about another hour before Vestiem welcomed all the demons to his court from his own throne, which was in fact an entire platform that seemed to float about the chamber. Tristan noted that as his voice boomed out Celestine cringed lightly. Still, she was able to bear through it without too much difficulty. The greeting ceremony didn't go on for long, and when it was done, new young demons began to present themselves to the Demonic Lords, looking to offer themselves to the service of a lord and gain the safety of being under said lord's umbrella of power. 



More than a few presented themselves to Tristan, though the majority he pointed in the direction of the nobles that served him. Celestine watched the presentations from her perch, curious and surprised by the lengths that some went to too impress him as well as the odd forms they bore. Many of them were lust demons, but there were other spheres that offered themselves to Tristan. 



True to his word, several of them made offerings to Tristan. Most of those offerings were in the form of carnal pleasures, either by offering up their own bodies, or human slaves and servants. And true to his word, Tristan accepted a few of the offerings. At first Celestine hated it, but as the cries of pleasure grew louder she found she couldn't help but watch. Worse, she found that she was enjoying the sight of it too... She cursed the fact that she enjoyed watching, even though that didn't help her any when she began to feel her pussy go damp. Tristan didn't mock her for how she felt, but she could feel that he was amused through the mark. That alone made her embarrassed and was enough to make her stop watching for a time. Though she inevitably found herself looking at him and his carnal delights once again, squirming lightly as she tried to keep herself in check. Every now and then she had to stomp out her own desires to simply join them in whatever perverse action they were undertaking.



She knew she might have enjoyed it more, but part of her mind still lingered on how the Sovereign had made her feel... She still felt numb from the immense pressure he placed upon her. Because of that, she could only enjoy what she saw to a degree, but not enough to reach any sort of satisfaction. The fact that he was above them, hovering around like a buzzard didn't help her feel any better either. 



As the crowd of unaligned demons dwindled, Tristan rolled his neck and stretched lightly. "I think that will be enough for tonight." He said to his party as he rose. Claude nodded and sent the other hopefuls away. Before Tristan did anything though, Claude spoke up again.



"My Lord, you wanted to visit the auctions before you retired for this evening. They should be starting soon and the best batches will be sold early on..." Claude was perfectly polite, but regardless Tristan seemed less inclined to follow through with his wants. 



Eventually though Tristan nodded and looked to Claude. "You are right. As much as I dislike farmed food, perhaps I'll find something that might suit my appetite." He turned to Celestine. "Rena will bring you to the chambers that have been set aside for us. Stay there and await my return." Tristan said calmly before turning away from her. 



However he suddenly stopped when she felt someone's hand grip his. "Wait!" Celestine called out and quickly quieted herself. Tristan looked to her curiously and after a moment realized her hand was shivering as it clasped his. He didn't rush her; instead he gave her time to get what she wanted to say out. But now that she had his attention, she felt like a deer in the headlights. "Uh... well... uhmm... how do I say this?" She looked up to him hesitantly until she eventually managed to get it out. "I... wouldn't it be safer if I stayed near you? I believe in Rena, but I don't think I could take it if he..." Celestine glanced up to the Sovereign, as another shudder ran through her. 

<hr pg="3" />Tristan observed her for a long moment and then looked down to her hand that gripped his almost desperately. She wasn't going to ask to come along... that would seem too needy and her resolve and pride would keep her from doing so. So instead Tristan spoke up. "Celestine, where I'm going won't be all that pleasant." Tristan said coolly.



Celestine looked to him with a slight frown. "Your High King of Evil decided to have a 'talk' with me where I was completely alone and under the full pressure of his power... I hate to tell you this, but it's going to have to be pretty awful to make any impact at this point." Celestine said simply. 



Tristan frowned as he heard her words and cursed Vestiem for his actions. As far as he could tell, Celestine was still experiencing what might be described as shell shock. Almost everything was still deadened, and it had been hours since it had happened. He dreaded to think how long this would last... Before he knew it, he was squeezing her hand lightly, unwilling to let her go. Celestine looked up from her downcast gaze and he saw something there... a glimmer of emotion... It was enough to convince him. He had brought her to be at his side, like hell he was going to leave her alone now. "Very well. You will accompany me down to the lower levels where we'll look over the auctions and maybe find something worth purchasing." He saw some light return to her eyes and a slight smile come to her lips before she nodded some. Tristan moved to leave and Celestine followed him. She had let go of his hand, but she was close enough that if she leaned forwards she would bump him. The warmth from his body relaxed her, and helped her start coming back to her senses. His words had made her feel wanted again, and started to push out the hellish nightmare that threatened her awareness. 



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It didn't take long for them to reach the lower levels and Celestine looked around curiously. It was warmer down here, but pleasantly so. It sounded like they were coming up on a grand bazaar, and as they exited the corridor, Celestine realized that was exactly what they were walking into. She saw rows of stalls where dozens of demons plied their trades. The largest of these areas appeared to be set aside for what looked like some sort of auction or larger goods.



However Celestine saw quickly that the auction stands were for different products then the ones being hocked in the stands... One had fully grown Hell Spawn in large heavy cages, displaying their various features as buyers took bids for each lot... Others stands were more sickening. Several of the large cages seemed to have people inside, all leashed to the bars or to pins welded to the ceiling or roof of their cages... 



As Celestine watched one of the cages was brought forwards holding about a dozen men and women, all with only semi aware looks on their faces. In a few moments demons began to make bids on the lot... "Are they selling... people?" Celestine asked no one in particular, though Tristan answered her. 



"In that lot, no they are not. They are selling livestock. Those humans inside that cage are little better than cattle. They've all been in cages their entire lives, which despite being physically in their late teens and early twenties, their lifespan have only been a few years. They are born and grown at an accelerated rate. It means their lifespans are shorter, but that doesn't matter much. Low ranking nobles and demons buy those lots for both food and very basic servants. To call them people would be like calling a cow a person. They are bred, born and used up, just like any other livestock." Tristan explained. Still... somehow Celestine wished he hadn't... 



"Your people are awful." She said under her breath. 



"We're demons Celestine." Tristan replied as if he heard her. "We're worse than awful... we're evil." He said frankly and honestly. She looked to him confused by his actions and words. Moments ago he had held onto her like he wouldn't risk letting go, and shown such kindness that it made her heart warm and force out the cold that Vestiem had left behind. But now he was saying they were evil, and didn't bat an eyelash at the farming and selling of humans or what looked a lot like humans. It was hard to settle in her mind, as she felt drawn and repulsed by him at the same time... 



Tristan at least seemed disinterested in this stand. He looked to Claude and spoke with him for a short time. Claude then seemed to head out to run some errand for Tristan. Meanwhile Tristan seemed inclined to watch the proceedings of the auction, as if the purchasing of farmed humans was both beneath him, and amusing to watch. Celestine stuck close to him, but also looked about at some of the other stalls and watched as humans and demons bartered for whatever wares they were hocking at the moment. 



One thing in particular caught her attention. It was some sort of Hell Spawn, but it was very small in comparison to the brutes being sold on stages... it was in a glass bottle of sorts, and looked very snake like with a thick head. A human was playing some sort of instrument and it seemed sway to the music that he played, almost like a snake would with a snake charmer... 



"It's called a Burrower." An unfamiliar voice sounded behind her and Celestine snapped around to see the source. She was surprised to find the two humans that were accompanying Navira behind her, watching her curiously. The one who spoke was the one all in white. "They are nasty little buggers... they burrow into the flesh of their prey and literally eat it out from the inside. Unfortunately, because they don't tend to be strong enough to penetrate most demon's hide, they are not terribly common." She said in a playful and innocent voice. 



Celestine frowned at her words, surprised by the pleasant tone spouting such a horrifying description. "Well... that is unpleasant..." Celestine responded before glancing to Tristan. He was still close, only a few feet away and apparently was aware of the two women. 



"Don't worry!" The one in white said quickly. "We're not here to cause trouble. We were just... curious." She smiled sweetly. However Celestine distinctly noticed the other one was less pleasant in her appraisal of Celestine. She was looking Celestine over like she wasn't impressed and scoffed lightly at her partners' words. Celestine however remained quiet. "Uhm... Is something wrong?" The pleasant woman asked curiously, clearly worried they had upset Celestine. 



"I'm wondering why you're bothering to talk to me at all. It's not like we know each other." Celestine replied bluntly. 



"Well fuck you too bitch!" The goth/punk woman snapped back. 



"Diana!" The angelic woman said appalled. "Don't be like that!" She turned back to Celestine. "I'm sorry about Diana; she's just not good at meeting people for the first time. I'm Troy; it's a pleasure to meet you." She said with perfect innocent courtesy, which Celestine didn't buy for a moment. Still, there was no point in being a total bitch.



"Celestine, though I think you already know that." She said frankly, glancing back at the Burrower, which was now following their movements quietly. 



"Yes, we heard about you when our Lady was speaking with your Lord!" Troy responded. "So, the reason I wanted to get to know you more was because Lord Durial has never brought a mortal with him to court, so, as you can probably see, we're curious. Right Diana?" She asked her companion. 



"For fuck sakes Troy, can you be any more like a puppy?" Diana sighed and looked to Celestine again. "But the angel here isn't wrong... We are a bit curious about you. I was wondering what kind of moves you have in the sack if Durial has kept you around long enough to bring to a court." Diana asked brazenly and with a lewd grin on. 



Celestine blushed brightly at Diana's question and to Celestine's surprise, so did Troy. "Uh... Well... I... damn it." Celestine grumbled. "I don't know exactly why myself... Maybe it's because I'm not easy or something like that." Celestine eventually managed to get out. She glanced to Diana and found her grinning even wider. 



"Huh... well that's surprising. If I were in your boots I'd be on my knees asking for cock every chance I got." She said without hesitation or pause, much to the distress of Troy. 



"Diana! You can't talk like that! Jeez! We just met her and you make it sound like we're total sluts!" Troy said loudly, clearly upset with how Diana was portraying them...



"Hey, I calls it like I sees it." Diana replied with a grin. "You think he'd want a BJ right now? I'm kinda thirsty." She asked with a grin glancing to Tristan, who seemed to be ignoring their conversation. 



"Could you not be a total skank for just a moment please...?" Celestine found herself saying, tired of Diana's vulgar dialog. "I doubt you'd even be able to handle him anyway." Celestine muttered under her breath. 



"Well who the fuck pissed in your cereal princess?!" Diana sneered back. 



"No one." Celestine said with sudden anger and bluntness. "Instead I was forced into a sit down talk with the big evil himself. I don't know if you noticed or not, but that isn't exactly a relaxing activity!" Celestine managed to keep herself from screaming at Diana somehow. But the surprise written on her face spurred her on further. "I mean come on! You heard those people screaming as he flew by, didn't you? They lost their fucking minds! I feel cold and broken inside... Like a pane of glass shot out by a damn cannon! Does this always happen to the new girl? Cause it sounds like you've been through this court thing before." Celestine was almost panting by the end of her rant at Diana, who was visibly shamed. 



Celestine could feel Tristan's gaze on her, and could feel his concern... But getting that off her chest made her feel a little better... Somewhat at least. Diana meanwhile searched for the words to try and respond but nothing was coming. Eventually she cursed and spoke up. "Fuck it! Okay... sorry. I didn't mean to be a complete and utter bitch. It just kinda comes natural to me I guess. And no, it doesn't happen often. Hell I don't ever remember it happening before today. Never once have I seen or heard of the Sovereign taking interest in a mortal before." Diana explained. Meanwhile Troy was almost whimpering at how bad she felt for Celestine...



Celestine let the silence hang between them for a while, feeling awkward for what had just transpired. It was during this time that she heard Tristan speak to her through the mark. <i>("I never intended this to happen to you Celestine. I honestly didn't think he would care that you were here or not... usually such things are beneath his notice.)</i>



Celestine turned to him and smiled, happy to feel his frustration at what happened to her. He wasn't concerned per say, but she could feel that was because he believed in her being able to pull through it. "You don't have to be worried about it. I'll be fine after I rest some." Celestine said to him. He nodded slightly and turned away again. When Celestine looked back to Diana and Troy, she was surprised to see them looking at her wide eyed. 



"Holy shit, you can communicate through the demonic marks?!" Diana asked, honestly surprised and impressed. "I thought that took a long fucking time to figure out and required two marks! How long have you been his servant?!" She pressed; clearly surprised that Celestine bore the second mark. 



Even Troy seemed to be almost giddy at seeing it happen. "I knew it was possible, but I've never seen it before!" 



Celestine looked to both of them confused. "Well... uh... yes I can communicate through it. Uhm... and I figured it out almost immediately after I got it, which was a few days ago. It was only about a week or so since Tristan abducted me so I've been under his care for about that long I suppose." Celestine responded, unsure as to why they were impressed. 



Diana and Troy looked to each other in complete awe. "That's not supposed to be possible!" Troy exclaimed happily before she looked back to Celestine. "I knew you were special!" She said with a wide grin. Even Diana seemed to be looking at Celestine in a new light, and if Celestine wasn't wrong, it was like Diana admired her...



<i>("Enjoying your new fangirls?") </i>Tristan asked amused by the scene playing out. 



<i>("Sh-Shut up!")</i> Celestine said suddenly even more embarrassed as she looked to him. But Troy noticed and almost erupted in glee, saying that Celestine was doing it again. Celestine looked to the two of them and tried to put a cap on it quickly. "Okay okay! Enough. Jeez you guys... Could we move onto another topic?" Celestine asked, looking down, clearly embarrassed. She wasn't used to people admiring or idolizing her. However in doing so, she inadvertently noticed their nipple piercings, and found herself a bit enamored with them. 



Diana grinned, before sliding behind Troy and cupping her larger breasts in her hands. Troy began to object but Diana began to flick the silver rings with sapphire gems hanging from them. This turned Troy's objections into squeaks of pleasure that she was trying to hold in. "You like our piercings, don't you Celestine?" Diana asked, grinning from over Troy's shoulder. 



Celestine glanced up to Diana and blushed slightly. "I... I am curious about them... They seem kind of erotic..." Celestine admitted shyly.



"Oh they are." Diana replied before pulling on Troy's rings lightly, making the smaller woman gasp out. "I'm sure there are a few stands around here that have them and would do the piercing for you... Maybe we could find you some?" Diana asked as she let go of Troy.



Troy giggled in response. "Oh you should! It does hurt at first, but Diana is right, they're great. Men just go wild when they see them! It brings a whole new meaning to nipple play!" Troy said quietly, like it was some sort of secret. 



"Hell yea." Diana said aloud, not caring who heard her. "Some say that you lose all sensation, but it's never happened to me." She gripped the chain that hung between her nipples and pulled on it; eliciting a moan from her lips and making her cheeks flush red. "See?" she asked breathily. "Fucking love it!" 



Celestine watched in awe, and just seeing Diana do that made her nipples tingle... She shook it off and continued the conversation; still fearful of how much it would hurt. She quickly tied to change the subject. "Maybe next time... I noticed you two seem to be very relaxed here, like you've been to a couple courts before... How long have you served Lady Navira?" 



Diana and Troy looked to each other and shrugged. "Don't really know. Maybe a half dozen years? Probably longer though." Diana responded. "We were a lot smaller then. We were bought up on that stage there." She said pointing to where the people were being auctioned off. "We grew up under Lady Navira's care, and became what we are today because of it. One hell of a wild ride let me tell you. Plenty of cocks and pussy over the course of our lives." Diana said with a lewd grin. Celestine looked to Troy in surprise but she blushed and nodded. 



"You've been slaves... all that time?" Celestine asked, not sure how she could handle that. 



"Slaves?" Troy asked. "No, of course not, we are servants. Sure we get punished sometimes but we are some of Lady Navira's favorites. She takes care of us... We love her, and would do anything for her." Troy explained easily, and with something that sounded like love filling her voice. 



Celestine looked at them confused for a long moment but Tristan spoke up, breaking her confusion up. "Celestine, come along. The auctions I'm interested in are about to start." Celestine looked to him and nodded, before moving to follow him. She looked back to Diana and Troy, giving them a slight wave goodbye before falling in step behind Tristan. 



As they walked Celestine remained quiet, trying to digest what she had just heard. <i>("Let it go Celestine... People like them are everywhere in the demonic community. They are like unmolded clay to some demons. Have you ever wondered what happens to those kids on posters and on the sides of milk cartons? They are taken in their mid or early teens, and then sold at auction here to demons who want to have a lot more control over what their servants become. My guess is that Navira made those two like that on purpose, made them into obvious opposites for no reason other than to see if she could.") </i>Tristan explained calmly. 



<i>("How about you then? Have you ever done that? Bought a human being and turned them into your doll?")</i> Celestine asked, honestly hoping that he hadn't. 



Tristan looked to her and shook his head. <i>("No. I don't find much in the way of pleasure out of that. The young are too... well frankly they are too easy.") </i>He said, knowing it might upset her. 



<i>("And you like a challenge.") </i>She said simply. When he looked to her curiously she smiled a little sadly at him. <i>("Don't worry... I'm not angry. Just... I don't know... Don't worry about it.") </i>Celestine said to him. He nodded and let it go, turning back to the stage. She pondered her feelings for a moment more, and realized that she was happy that Tristan didn't do such things, even if it was only because he didn't like the lack of challenge and not because it was wrong. Though the fact that she presented a challenge made her feel good about herself somehow... 



However that slipped away when she looked up to the stage and saw the next batch of 'product'. She saw more people up there... except these were different. Unlike the blank eyed humans she saw earlier, these were livid with emotion. One batch was full of chained up men, all clearly angry and full of rage as they pulled at their chains or tried to kill each other. Another cage was full of men and women, already in the process of fucking as hard as they could... One woman had her ass pressed up against the bars, presenting herself to a male in the next cage over, who was happily fucking her while she took another cock down her throat. Celestine stared in confused awe... It was only when she felt the dampness in her legs start to form that she snapped out of it. "What the hell is this?!" She whispered aloud. 



"This," Claude responded, "is what you could call the 'Premium' selection. They are farmed mortals that have been trained to feel little more than their baser emotions in order to make them more valuable to certain demons. The cage full of mortals that are currently copulating would be for Lust Demons, who would turn them into willing and wanton sex slaves to use on the streets, brothels or their own personal toys. The large angry men in that other cage will probably become pit fighters for a wrath demon, either for underground fighting arena's or his own personal pits. All of the batches have some use to various demons. They are trained by exposing them to demonic influence over the course of a year or so, until they are broken down into what is needed." Claude explained with perfect ease. 



Celestine looked to him slightly annoyed, wondering when he had gotten back. She looked at Tristan to see what he was going to do, only to find him calling out to the auctioneer and placing his bids. After a few moments one or two of Tristan's bids won out and he turned back to Claude, completely at ease. "Give the lot to the two succubi that swore to me today. Set them up on Harlington and get them working. Tell them not to string the girls out on drugs and not to eat them. These are mine, and I want them back eventually." Claude nodded. 



"Of course my lord, I'll see to it at the first opportunity." Claude replied bowing his head slightly.



Tristan turned to Celestine. "Let's get out of here. I hate these pits..." 



Celestine nodded weakly as she followed him, glancing over her shoulder to the people in the cages... She had to repress a shudder and force herself not to think of them as people... She couldn't let pity get the best of her right now...

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Celestine was running through the corridors of the underground facility, fleeing for her life. She could feel it behind her, always getting closer no matter how hard she fled or how well she hid. Again his thundering laughter sounded and her mind reeled from the questions he had posed to her. She had to stop; she had to take a break. The dizziness was becoming too much, and she couldn't press on. She found a narrow space between one of the stalls in the bazaar and the wall, before she slid in and hid out of sight. 



<i>It,</i> passed by unaware of her, the billowing black smoke following him a moment after, and Celestine was able to let out the breath she was holding. She had finally escaped... at least for now. Looking around she found that she could slide either way out of the narrow space, and that it was small enough that it couldn't reach her here... After finally catching her breath Celestine let out a long sigh, trying to remember how she got into this mess...



But the cracking wood and scarping of stone drew her gaze to where she came in, just in time to feel the wind from its claws as it swiped at her. Its thunderous laughter filled her mind again as it found her and new terror gripped her. She began to crawl away, aiming for the opposite side of the narrow space, before her pursuer slipped out of sight again. 



Celestine heard it circling around and stopped, thinking it might come and try from the other side. She was wrong however, when the abomination simply lifted the whole stand from the ground, tearing timbers free and making wood groan at its own weight... She saw him... Vestiem hurl the large stall like it was no heavier than a toothpick. She could feel his immense power crushing her down so hard she couldn't even breathe. She watched him hurl himself at her, and screamed. 



~~~~



Celestine snapped up in her bed crying out at a horror that wasn't there... It took her a moment to realize what had been happening... that the nightmare that was the Sovereign had followed her into her dreams... She felt a cold sweat covering her entire body and shivered both in fear and because of her damp skin. She had thought that after talking with Troy and Diana, she might be able to sleep without the nightmares... Even Tristan's proximity had helped her feel more at ease before she went to sleep, even if she disliked admitting it. Still, it didn't seem to be enough to stave off the nightmares she dreaded were coming. If anything the dreams were just as vivid as reality... And it left her feeling empty and broken.



She had been given a room adjoined to Tristan's. When she first came in she demanded that he not try anything, to which he agreed easily. But now, alone in her small room, Celestine felt horribly isolated. Everyone else was probably asleep, and she had no means to talk to anyone for support. As she tried to think of a solution, she only came to the conclusion that there was no solution... that this darkness that loomed over her wasn't going to ever fade... 



A tear escaped her eye and she quickly wiped it away angrily. "Damn it! Don't start crying now!" Yet despite her demands, another tear came, follow by a painful sob. In an instant she felt weak and pathetic... hating herself for feeling any of this. She knew that it wasn't abnormal given what happened to her... The fact that she was still alive, let alone sane, was a miracle. But she still felt like all her hope and joy had been hallowed out of her, and filled back in with gripping fear that just squeezed tighter and tighter around her heart. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Vestiem's grinning maw and red eyes... When her room was quiet, all she heard was his mocking voice... "No..." She whimpered to herself. "Do-Don't break down now..." She begged herself as she felt her body shudder badly. She felt like she was coming apart from the inside. Like the fear was going to swell and tear her apart. "Someone... help me..." she implored to no one in particular... 



"...Celestine..." His voice came softly, but it still made her jump in surprise. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Tristan's outline in the low light. She quickly wiped away her tears and tried to pull herself together, not wanting to show him this. 



"I-Is it morning already?" She tried as she turned away from him to try and buy some extra time. 



"No. I heard you cry out, so I wanted to check in on you. I can guess what your nightmares were about though." Tristan explained stepping closer to her bed. "Maybe I should have entered your dreams... I could have soothed your sleep and let you get some rest." 



For some reason, Celestine felt like he was pandering her... Like he was saying she couldn't handle this on her own. "I don't need your help." She said coldly, glaring at him slightly in the low light of her room. "I sure as hell don't need your sympathy or your pity either." She said, her voice growing sharper. She didn't know why she was lashing out at him, but whatever the reason, she couldn't help it...



"Well then," Tristan said calmly "it's a good thing I don't have either of those things to offer you." His voice was cool and calm, utterly un-phased by her angry words. 



Celestine scoffed. "How could I have forgotten? Demons don't have such 'human' emotions. But fine, it doesn't matter." She said as she pulled her knees up and hugged them to herself. "Stay out of my dreams. My nightmares are bad enough without you in them." She turned away from him then, giving him the cold shoulder. Yet even as she did so she felt her chest tighten even more. Somehow she felt even more alone. Then again in some ways she was... the only mortal in a sea of monsters... She bit back another sob as that dreadful realization set in.



But when she felt his hand on her shoulder, gently pulling her to face him again she didn't resist overly much. The fight had been crushed out of her by Vestiem... She looked to him and began to apologize for her sorry state and for her sharp words. When she felt him press his lips against hers she froze in surprise. She didn't understand... she just couldn't wrap her mind around what he was doing at first. Like the notion of him wanting to kiss her right now was utterly absurd.



So when he broke the kiss and pulled an inch or so back she asked the first question that came to her mind... "W-What are you do-" But he cut her off again, kissing her harder this time. Hard enough that she felt the welcome warmth of his lips against her lips. A moment later she felt the bed sag some, as he began to climb onto it with her. He kissed her longer this time, and despite her confusion, Celestine felt herself kissing him back... She was scared and hesitant at first... almost like she had completely forgotten how to kiss a man, or like this was all just another nightmare and the monsters were waiting for her to lower her guard...



But soon, he again broke the kiss and met her eyes. His eyes a dim gold glowing in the darkness that filled her vision, eyes that were focused on only her. Celestine shook her confusion and uncertainty off as she felt her heart skip a little faster in her chest, but it felt strange, knowing it wasn't racing because of fear. "Stop it... Y-...You said you wouldn't do anything like this." She said quietly, placing her hands upon what she immediately realized was his bare chest as she tried to push him away. 



However, he would have none of it, and quickly caught her wrists and lifted them above her head, as he pushed forwards and gently laying her onto her back. "I said s-stop..." Celestine struggled, more forcefully now, as she tried to pull her wrists free. But she felt him pin them above her head, making her draw an excited gasp... Her excitement suddenly stalled though, as if she were surprised it was even possible for her to feel such an emotion, when full of such pain and fear... "Please st-" But again, Tristan cut her off with another kiss. 



He was lying almost on top of her as he kissed her with ever growing passion. She could feel his broad strong chest through the mounds of her breasts as they brushed against his skin through the fabric of her nightgown. Each touch sent strings of warmth running through her, which slowly cut through her cold fear. She could feel his hunger for her through the mark, and some other desperate need that he was fighting to fulfill. But that was lost to her soon, as she reacted faster this time to his lips pressed against hers. She kissed him back, as she felt more warmth return to her cold body. She felt the first of the terror's cold claws slip away from around her heart... 



Again he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. Celestine's breath came in panting breaths, as uncertainty warred with the growing warmth of desire that he had kindled inside her. "S-... Stop." She tried once more, reason telling her that she was vulnerable right now... That he was just taking advantage of her momentary weakness. That if he pressed like this, she would break. She could feel his emotions... she could feel his desire, and lust. Yet somehow it was like they were separate things. Like he wanted something from her, but also lusted after her... However his answer quieted her thoughts, and made her focus only on him.



"No." He said with stern resolve she did not oft see in him. "No." he repeated, eyes meeting hers, his voice growing stronger. "I won't stop. I will never stop Celestine. <i>Never</i>. Stopping would mean letting you go... It would mean abandoning you. It would mean casting you off to drift in the cold darkness of this world. And I won't do that. Never. Do you understand?" He asked firmly. When she didn't reply immediately, he captured her lips again, kissing her with an almost desperate passion. It was overwhelming, and Celestine couldn't help but kiss back almost immediately. Doubt was washed away, and with it, more of fear's talons lost their grip. 



She felt him nip at her lower lip and gently pull at it, making her moan and writhe under him before he let go and pulled back an inch to meet her eyes once more. She felt utterly captured by his gaze, like looking away was no longer an option, like it never was an option. "Do you understand me!?" He asked again, voice rumbling with animal want and undiluted desire. 



Celestine responded almost immediately, though her voice was small, awkward and afraid, like if she answered as she wanted to, she would wake up to find herself back in the nightmare. "...yes..." Tristan found doubt still in her eyes and almost snarled at her in frustration. Before she could do anything he leaned down and latched onto her breast with his lips, nipping and sucking through the thin fabric of her night gown. 



The action sent a shock of pleasure through Celestine and her back arched off the bed for a moment, feeding him her luscious mound of soft flesh. As he continued to suckle and nip, her body squirmed beyond her control. She tried to pull at her wrists again, but she was answered with a low rumble from his throat, warning her away from trying again. New heat burned hot in her at hearing that sound. That primal sound of a male dominating her... controlling her, made her pussy grow hot and damp, and forced a low hungry moan escape her lips... 



He had taken away her choice... Taken away her choice to resist... But more than that, he was taking away her choice to be afraid... He was burning away her fear with desire and pleasure... Still, dread clung to her heart with its crippling grip, refusing to finally let go despite the swirling emotions within her. Images of Vestiem invaded her thoughts, and the memories of his overwhelming power clawed their way back into her mind. 



Tristan saw it, but would not accept it. "I won't let you go! You will not be alone! You will always have me, because you are mine, and no one else's! Do you <i>understand</i>?!" His words came in both voice and through the mark, conveying his desperate emotions directly too her. She looked back to him, the dark things pushed aside for a moment, leaving only room for him. Tristan took the opportunity, and his free hand slid up her nightgown, and found her humid and puffy cunt. She felt his hand slipping up her leg and whimpered once, before his fingers slipped inside her deeply, and his thumb pressed upon her erect clit. 



Celestine's eyes lit up as the shattering wave of pleasure destroyed any hold fear or doubt or loneliness had on her. Her whole body arched and she cried out her response as a climax washed over her senses, leaving her full of hot pleasure that made every inch of her body tingle.



"<i>YES!"</i> 



With her answer, Tristan trapped her lips against his once more, forcing her lips to part as his tongue darted into her mouth to wrestle with hers. He could feel her shuddering under him, as her climax continued to wrack her frame. He made his fingers dance inside her pussy, pushing her orgasm to keep burning hot inside her for long minuets as she moaned and cried out into his hungry lips... She bucked under him, but that only brought new pleasure, as her erect nipples rubbed against his firm chest, making it impossible to come down from her climax quickly...



When her blinding orgasm finally ebbed... Celestine was left a panting wreck underneath Tristan... He had broken the kiss, and now watched her, looking into her half lidded eyes. Tristan nuzzled her gently trying to illicit a response, and Celestine nuzzled him back, giving out a content purr in the process. Tristan smiled wickedly, because he knew he was far from through... He angled one of his knees to try and coax her legs farther apart. However when he tried, he was surprised to find and feel that her legs were squeezed shut, even with his fingers and hand in the way. He looked down to her legs in the low light that surrounded them before looking back up to her eyes. Celestine grinned mischievously back at him, her emerald eyes daring him to conquer her... 



"Welcome back..." He rumbled to her. "Welcome back, my beautiful Celestine..." Celestine could feel his immense joy through the mark. Though she began to lose track of it, as she was filled with her own happiness... The two emotions seemed to mix and become one within her, leaving her almost giddy in euphoria... She felt the new surge of unabated lust swell within him, spurred on by her resistance to yield. 



He didn't hesitate to act, pulling his hand free of her pussy he lifted it to his mouth and lapped her sweet nectar off it, right in front of her eyes, before slipping a few of his still soaked fingers past her lips. Celestine's appreciative moan emanated from deep within her chest, as she tasted what he had done to her... Yet this was not his counterattack... His hand now clean, slipped to the hem of her nightgown, a shoulder-less one piece that he began to pull up over her head. 



She giggled, confused by his actions as it obscured her view as the gown slipped past her eyes, but in a moment she gasped in delight as she understood... He tied her wrists with her own gown, before tying it off to the headboard of her bed... She watched him work deftly before she gave a slight tug, and found she could not escape from it... New quick breaths passed her lips as she watched him slide down her again, kissing her lips for a long adoring moment before slipping further down. He started kissing her neck and chest, giving her light pecks as he migrated south. But when he came to her ample breasts, he paused, as if conflicted which to give his ministrations too first... She watched him, breath catching in her throat every time he made to move... Yet each time he paused, robbing her of the sensation. 



She let out a whimper as he made her wait, but he smiled to her once, before taking both of her delectable mounds in hand, and maneuvering them so that her hard erect nipples rubbed against one another. That action alone, made her shudder as a small orgasm quaked through her body. "<i>Oh... Oh god!" </i>she moaned. But she was quickly silenced, when he took both hardened nubs into his hungry mouth, and sucked hard on them, making her body arch as color drained out of her sight, turning everything to a shade of grey. 



He pulled back, still suckling to her tits until they finally popped out of his hungry mouth. She looked to him in a euphoric daze, and he spoke to her, a lustful grin on his features. "Oh, I assure you, he has nothing to do with this..." He continued to rain kisses down her features... pecking at her toned stomach and every inch of the second demonic mark imprinted into her flesh. Each touch upon that space made her quiver in delight, weakening her already depleted resolve to resist him.



Before Celestine even realized it, her hips had relaxed, and Tristan had opened her legs wide for him to enter. Yet he had one last kiss to give her, and he took his time as she watched him dip his head down between her legs. She felt it from her vantage point rather than saw it, but somehow that only made it that much more wonderfully erotic. 



When his lips pressed against her clit, Celestine had to bite down on her lower lip to not scream her head off, as the latest in a series of climaxes rippled through her, made all that more intense when he gently nipped at the hypersensitive nub. "Tr-Tristan!" His name escaped her lips as he continued to suck and play at her little button. All the pain and fear was gone now, leaving only room for erotic pleasure... Her voice agreed with her, coming out alluring and riddled with lust, akin to her inner voice. So close in fact, Celestine wouldn't be sure later, if it was her rational side or the inside screaming out over the course of the night...



Celestine kept bucking lightly long minuets after Tristan had lifted from her now oozing honey pot. He watched her as she rode out the tingling pulses of pleasure that rippled throughout her body over the following moments. However when her body finally stilled, and a pleased smile worked its way across her lips, Tristan leaned over her and brought his face a few inches from hers, making her reopen her eyes to meet his. Upon realizing he was hovering above her she smiled a little wider before lifting her head high enough to lap once at her juices that still clung to his chin. 



Tristan could feel the low simmering lust that still lurked inside her, ready to burn hot again at the slightest provocation. This in turn stoked his desires, which she could feel through the mark, creating a self perpetuating heat that went back and forth between the two. Soon it became too much Celestine, and she began to writhe under him, eyes imploring him for more. Tristan took the signal and slid his hips forwards, preparing to aim himself into her slick pussy. However again he found she had closed her legs to him, and after seeing it with his own eyes he found her grinning once more, egging him on all the more. 



But this time there were no gentle kisses or playful nips... Tristan slipped his hands between her legs and simply forced Celestine's open, pushing them wide enough for him to gain access. This incited Celestine to gasp pleasantly, as she watched him simply force his way. Even in the low light she could see him pull away the shorts he was wearing to reveal his beautiful cock. Seeing it again made her wonder if it had really fit last time he had taken her, but it didn't matter, as any inclination she had to stop him was long since dead. Her breath caught as he began to align himself with her, but a low throaty moan broke through as he began to run his cock up and down her wet cunt. Each inch that passed over her flesh sent stars sprinkling across her vision, until he paused mid stroke, glancing to her with a confident smirk.



Celestine couldn't stand the stillness, and as she looked down between them, she began to lift her hips up and down, grinding her sex against his impressive cock. "I can feel it... I can feel your pulse through your thick dick!" Celestine said surprised, realizing that his heart thundered for her. "I want it..." She said without even thinking. "I want it inside!" She met his eyes once more, full of anticipation. 

<hr pg="5" />"Then who am I to deny you?" Tristan asked, lust dripping from his voice. He slid his cock down her pussy before aligning the tip with her vag. He paused just long enough to tease her before he began to slowly drive his way into her, inch by stretching inch. 



Celestine moaned at first, but as more of him entered her, she began to shudder. "Y-you're filling me..." Her breathy voice sounded. "<i>Muungg!</i> It's... It's so tight!" Celestine announced as she felt her walls stretching to accommodate him once again. She could feel every inch of him as he drove into her slowly; drawing memories of the first time he had fucked her to the forefront of her mind. She could remember what he would feel like once he was seated fully into her, and that memory swirled with the present, making her look forwards to when the head of his cock finally would kiss the entrance of her womb...



As the last few inches drove into her already squeezing pussy, Celestine was panting hard and fast. All the while she was watching his beautiful member disappear into her hungry pussy. As he nearly bottomed out inside her, he rushed the last inch, surprising her with the sudden impact of his cock against the entrance of her womb. The sudden burst of pleasure sent Celestine arching as her eyes rolled back and another small climax ripped through her... Even as she experienced it, she couldn't believe that he was making her cum just by putting his cock inside her... But it didn't matter really, she knew what she wanted.



Celestine began to rock her hips with Tristan deep inside her, making every inch of his glorious dick grind inside her squeezing velvet walls. "I can feel you..." She began, panting in between her words. "And it's sooo gooooddd..." She announced unbelieving as she continued to rock herself against his member. Tristan watched, enjoying every sensation of her rippling cunt around his meat stick as Celestine writhed under him, grinding herself against his dick. "You... You feel so good inside me!" She said, finally tearing her gaze away from his groin and meeting his eyes. He saw her features, a mix of carnal euphoria, and shy admittance. 



"And you, my wonderfully erotic Celestine," He said slowly, leaning down closer to her features, "feel so good, with your pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing it so hard. Almost like it's begging for my thick cum." Celestine moaned at his words, the vivid thought he portrayed invading her mind as she wondered what it would feel like to have a man cum inside her, his seed splashing against the walls of her womb. He felt her pussy ripple once more around his cock as the thoughts ran around in her mind. 



Soon though she noticed that Tristan wasn't moving at all, and looking up to him she bit her lower lip before speaking hesitantly. "M-... More..." A blush spread across her face and chest as she continued to grind against him. 



Tristan cocked his head sitting up, sending shocks through her as his cock changed the angle of pressure inside her. "More what Celestine?" he asked, a teasing confident grin on his features. 



She screwed her eyes shut as the blush continued to spread. "Y-you know what!" She shot out, embarrassment ripping through her along side her ecstasy. 



Tristan made an exaggerated sigh as he began to pull himself out of her gripping pussy. "If you are not going to tell me, I suppose that's the end of this then." He said solemnly, even as her pussy tried to squeeze harder to keep him in her. 



"Fuck me <i>more</i>!" She cried out, desperation wiping away any embarrassment. "Please! More! I need it!" Celestine cried out, looking to him like she couldn't believe he was punishing her like this. 



But Tristan paused just as the tip of his cock was inside her, before his grin widened a bit. "Then I am happy to provide." His voice was low and made Celestine's heart skip a few beats in anticipation. She felt his hands slip around her waist and had just enough time to gasp before he slammed himself into her hard, driving the air out of her lungs in an ecstatic cry. 



Celestine grit her teeth as Tristan began to piston in and out of her. It was almost hypnotic watching his hard cock slide in and out of her, as each thrust brought a new surge of shameless pleasure. It didn't take long before the pace started creating bawdy sounds that filled her room. The wet slapping of their hips meeting quickly followed by Celestine's short but sharp moans was really only the beginning as Tristan slowly began to speed up. 



Each thrust ground against her sensitive inner folds, and there was little Celestine could do but hold onto the ride as Tristan leaned back and barraged her pussy with his cock. He wouldn't strike as deep as he could; simply because he liked watching her beautiful features go almost blind with pleasure whenever he did bump the entrance to her womb. The sight of her like this, arms tied above her head, back arched and breasts heaving with each of his thrusts stirred the burning desire within him. However, the most arousing aspect of this beautiful woman beneath him was how she looked back at him fucking her. He could see a small part of her still thought this was wrong... that she shouldn't be allowing a demon to give her some of the best sex of her life. But what made him want to drill into her more then anything, was that the rest of her didn't care if it was wrong. She wanted this... She wanted him. 



Tristan bumped Celestine's womb once more and let out an animal rumble as he saw her eyes begin to roll back as her body arched and she came hard enough for her to let out a silent scream. In moments her whole body was quivering and it was nearly impossible to not empty his heavy balls in her squeezing pussy right there and then. Tristan had to force himself down... As much as he loved fucking her... as much as he loved how she pushed him to the point where he just wanted to let go and let loose entirely, he knew if he did, he would end up consuming her soul. 



As much as he wanted that... as much as he wanted to taste her essence and consume it, he knew she wasn't ready... This was happening because of Vestiem, not because she wanted it simply for the sake of wanting it... But that was fine by him. For now he would enjoy this beautiful woman's luscious body... 



Celestine's world came back in color as the orgasm that rocked her faded, though not completely. She didn't think that was possible with his cock still inside her. A question of why she had ever resisted this crossed her mind... The answer was quick to come forwards: because it could get her killed. However the thought of dying like this didn't repulse her like it once did, and when she felt his cock buck inside her after another shallow thrust she moaned hard. "I can feel it twitching inside me! <i>Ungg... Mnnn! </i>Trsitan!<i> Pl-UHNN!</i> Please... giv­<i>-VIEEE! </i>Wait! Pl­-<i>EE!</i>" Celestine tried to speak, but his assault upon her was relentless, and after cumming so hard her whole body was still tingling and almost completely unresponsive except for the jolts of growing pleasure from each of his thrusts. 



Yet somehow Tristan seemed to understand enough as he leaned over and spoke. "What was that Celestine?" he asked, little more than a whisper into her ear. She could feel his lips against her lobe, and immediately following the question she felt him nip and lick at the tender skin there, only to drive into her once more from yet another new angle. He was playing with her... teasing her and forcing her to ask for what she wanted. She knew she shouldn't, but she didn't care, their desires was running the show right now. 



However when she tired to reply, Tristan continued to interrupt her by driving into her pussy or nipping at her tender skin. "Give me-<i>EEE... </i>ba-<i>AA UNG </i>back my h<i>AAH haAAH HANDS! GIVE ME BACK MY HANDS!" </i>Celestine cried out. He leaned up and looked to her eyes and saw both desire and need there. Odd given her fetish but Tristan was nothing if not curious, and reached up and undid her bonds. 



<i>"Thank you!" </i>Celestine gasped out as soon as her hands were free. Tristan pulled back to look at her and see what she had planned, but he was surprised when she wrapped around his waist with her legs and pulled herself up and slipped her arms around his back tightly, crushing her body against his. Before he knew it, she had buried her face in his shoulder and began to bounce herself up and down on his erect cock, letting out pleased mewling and panting sounds each time she dropped herself upon his invading organ. "It's good..." She whispered to him. "It's so damn good!" She repeated as he felt her hold on tightly.



At this point Tristan wasn't even moving as she did all the work, desperately holding onto him. He could barely hold himself back as each time she dropped down he felt himself almost falling off the cliff. He knew he could have cum inside her without a threat of impregnating her. He had that power but at the moment he lacked the focus to ensure it... Celestine somehow had that power over him, to set his focus askew. Still, he was in bliss, or at least the next closest thing to actually feasting on her soul. He could taste it as she drove him into herself. It was almost ripe... almost ready. It felt like it was calling him, begging him to feast on her. But something held him back. He didn't really understand what though. It was some niggling part of him that he grasped onto dearly, which kept at least a fragment of his mind from submersing itself in uncontrolled lust. 



Still, he knew he was losing ground as each movement Celestine made was accompanied by the fluttering of her cunt around his cock. He felt like he was about to melt inside her, like he was being pulled in. Maybe he was... but he didn't care. He could feel every inch of her hungry pussy rippling and tugging at his cock. Each time she dropped he could feel the head of his cock push into the gates to her womb... And each time he had to fight his instinct to simply let himself cum into her thirsty womb. It was all he could do but let go of her and try and ride it out. But the moment his hands left her hips, she did something to surprise him.



<i>"No! Don't let me go!"</i> She cried out almost desperately as she continued to hump him. He felt her fingers curl and her nails dig into his skin as she squeezed even tighter, leaving bright red scratches down his back. They were painful; it was an erotic and blissful pain that Tristan normally didn't enjoy. Yet because she was responsible, he nearly blew its load right there. 



"Celestine?" Tristan asked, confused by her actions. 



She turned her head away, suddenly very embarrassed, a shade of crimson spreading across her pale skin again. She didn't reply, and her wanton humping even began to slow down. She simply didn't have an answer. She didn't know why she cried out for that, didn't know why it was suddenly so important that he not let her go... But something inside her screamed that she couldn't take it if he did... Yet at the same time she realized how weak she must have looked to him and cursed herself for it. She didn't want him to see her like that. Like some frail woman who needed a man to hold onto. She wasn't that, and she knew it. But somehow, she felt utterly and completely vulnerable right now... confused and lost. He didn't reply for a long moment, and she almost stopped moving entirely in response. The moment was passing and her blind pleasure was being cut through by rational thought. Even wrapped up around him as she was, she suddenly felt alone. Her rational mind quickly began to steer her towards the conclusion that this was a mistake, that his words were lies and she was a fool for believing him. 



But her rational mind was suddenly silenced when she felt his hands firmly grip her hips again and pull her down to meet his upward thrust. Stars burst in front of her eyes as his cock met her deepest reaches once more and she could feel almost nothing as a shuddering gasp ripped free from her lips. She could only feel his cock buried deep inside her, and his strong hands holding her tighter than ever before... Tight enough to leave bruises and cause her pain, that she somehow welcomed. 



"Let you go?" He asked, voice rumbling with primal want and possessiveness. "Didn't you hear me before Celestine?" He asked again, lifting her hips and withdrawing his cock from her womanly depths. "I said I would <i>NEVER</i> let you go!" He accented his point by pulling her down again to meet his thrusting into her. Another burst of stars blinded her as her animal lust began to burn hot again, filling her with warmth and desire. Celestine found herself moving on her own again, pushing herself down with almost zealous enthusiasm to meet his upward thrust. "And I never will." He rumbled into her ear, with a finality that wiped away all the loneliness that still clung to her heart. 



Celestine purred happily in his ear, only to have the loving sound cut off as they met again and she cried out wordlessly. Tristan sped up the pace and Celestine kept up, driving down onto him with such a speed that her world became one of starbursts. She pulled away just enough to look to his face, and for the first time that night, she kissed him. 



The kiss did not last long, as the pleasure quickly began to overwhelm both of them. Celestine broke first as her body arched and she cried out to the object of her blind desire and lust. "<i>TRISTAN!!" </i>Celestine's whole body became hypersensitive as she cried out, and every sensation was akin to an orgasm onto itself. Her heart stopped and her couldn't breath as her mind simply overloaded. Even her nails scratching deep enough to draw blood was a form of euphoria to her as all higher thought shut down and Celestine soared to dizzying heights of her climax. 



Tristan was grunting lowly, fighting desperately not to go off yet until she was lost in her blinding pleasure. He pushed them forwards so that he was laying atop her, her arms still holding onto him tightly. As soon as they were down he withdrew his cock from her tight pussy, and put some space between them as he knew he didn't have any more time. Almost immediately his cock erupted in a jet of his seed, with enough force for the thick white line to splatter at the corner of her mouth and leave a thick line down her chest, between her breasts and along her stomach. The next blasts of his seed were less far reaching, and painted a mural of his cum between her breasts and along her stomach, leaving hot white streaks and pools along her pale skin. 



Both of them were left panting and spent, and soon Celestine's fingers uncurled from his back, going slack along side her. Tristan slid off to the side of her, falling to his side as he watched her try and catch her breath and endure the aftershocks that rippled through her... As he watched, he saw her eyes go dim and half lid themselves as she began to fall to sleep. But as she did, her tongue flecked out, lapping at the seed that had splashed there. In a moment she let out a long satisfied moan as she swallowed his cum down. 



Tristan continued to watch as she used her fingers to scoop his seed from the pools that were beginning to cool on her flesh. She took care, even only half awake, to not lose a single drop, scooping mouthfuls of his jizm down her hungry mouth, only to lick it clean from her fingers after she had let it slide off and onto her waiting tongue. It didn't take long for her to drink down his load, and when finished, she turned her head to him, eyes fighting to stay open as she gave one last pleasured shudder. Her hand began to paw around for his, and Tristan found himself compelled to grant her that as he took her hand with his. She gave him a light squeeze, before sighing contently, and falling into a fitful sleep...



~~~~



Tristan stepped back into his main room, having left Celestine to sleep of their excesses. He knew he had bruised her some, but the second mark should have had her healed by morning. Then again, she hadn't left him unmarred. The scratches down his back were healing, but some of them were still raw. The strength she possessed with the second Demonic Mark had allowed her to injure him like that... Still, they would be gone within an hour. 



As he pulled up his shorts a slight knock came from the main room of his suite, and he could feel it was Claude. It was very late already and he was slightly surprised Claude was still even up. Still, he went to answer it, transforming into his demonic form before he opened the door. "Yes Claude?" he asked simply.



"My apologies for the interruption my Lord, but there is someone to see you. A messenger from Vestiem the Sovereign..." Claude explained coolly. 



Tristan frowned, wondering what their king wanted... He stepped out into the main room and looked about before he found the ugly little cretin waiting near the front door, Rena nearby and keeping an eye on him. "You have a message for me?" Tristan asked politely to the demon in front of him. The demon wasn't terribly powerful, if anything he was easily replicable, but at the same time he was arrogant and cocky... He was the Sovereign's servant after all, and figured that would protect him. 



"Indeed Lord Durial." It replied in a sharp annoying voice. "My Master would like to express his thanks for being offered the opportunity to observe your fine mortal servant. He wanted me to convey that he looks forwards to seeing how you handle her when she comes into her true power, and hopes that you will manage it well. He would also like to inquire, if you were able to capitalize on the opportunity he had provided you?" 



Tristan frowned, confused what the creature meant. "What opportunity might he be referring to?" 



"The one that came about from the weakened state he left the woman. Was she sufficiently needy and hurt to seek out your comforts?" The demon asked, a wretched and snide grin on his features, like he had heard what had been going on in the rooms over and had his answer. 



"Perhaps." Tristan replied. "But I'm sure he'll forgive me if I chock that up to the days I've spent preparing her for such a thing. This likely would have happened regardless of his actions." Tristan said proudly. "Now is there anything else?" He asked, ready to send the creature away. 



"Yes." The little abomination said. He offered Tristan a small scroll wrapped and sealed. "My master bids you to read this and then I shall await for you to dismiss me." 



Tristan took the parchment and broke the seal before opening it. At first nothing was written on the weathered paper, but after a moment words began to burn into the page by some magic of the Sovereign's. Reading as: 



<i>"I have your answer, heard through this creature's ear. A fine answer, Lord Durial. As I've always said, you are a prime example of our people. I shall uphold my word Durial, and leave that woman to you, despite her value as a prize, and the danger she presents. Now... if it pleases you, the messengers' life is yours." </i>



Tristan read the scroll over again before looking up to the messenger. "It says you should read this as well..." He said offering it to the demon casually. 



The small demon looked to Tristan confused, but he quickly took it and held it up to look it over. He mumbled out the words and seemed confused about the 'danger' but continued regardless. When he came to the part of being a sacrificial lamb, he didn't even get a chance to drop the scroll before Tristan punched through it and caught his skull one handed. 



The demon kicked and gurgled as Tristan lifted him off the ground and began to squeeze. Rena began to laugh as she watched, egging her master on, and even Claude gave a light chuckle as the demons squeaks of pain grew before suddenly being cut off after a loud crack sounded. Tristan did not stop even after the creature went limp, and instead squeezed hard enough that the cranium of the messenger finally collapsed in a gory mess. 

<hr pg="6" />Tristan let the corpse drop and took the towel already being offered by Claude and wiped the mess off his hand. He looked to Claude. "I know it is late my friend, but could you..." He left it hanging and Claude bowed without hesitation.



"Take out the trash my lord? Of course. We wouldn't want it stinking up your suite after all. And is it not the duty of a butler to handle such affairs?" Claude asked with a slight grin.



Tristan nodded and turned away. "I'm going to go check on Celestine once more before turning in." Tristan said easily as he disappeared through the door to his room...



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Tristan entered Celestine's room and looked to the bed, only to find it empty. Frowning, Tristan looked about the room quickly and was surprised to find Celestine standing in the darkest corner, the sheet from the bed wrapped around her to cover herself. "Celestine... what are you doing out of b-"



Celestine cut him off, voice firm and unwilling to wait any longer. The woman who needed him was already gone, replaced by the willful and strong individual that usually lived on the surface. "What is a <i>Fell Born</i> Tristan?" She asked flatly. "What am <i>I</i>?"



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