TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 26
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-26
SUMMARY  : She recieves her punishment, and grows to love it.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-08-14
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |demon|red head|incubus|ring gag|cum swallowing|blindfolds|bound|


<i>Hello again all!</i>



<i>I apologize for how long this chapter took to get posted, but it's a long one and took quite a bit of rewriting and revision to get to where it is.</i>



<i>I'd like to once again thank WanderingMindGames for proofing and beta reading this chapter for me. As ever, her help is greatly appreciated. </i>



<i>This chapter is a bit of a doozy in terms of some character revelations and the like and come as a result of 'Celestine's punishment' for the issues with Helena. The majority of this chapter is what I would call BDSM and exhibitionism, but there is more beyond that. </i>



<i>It should be noted this is only the first half of the punishment and that it will conclude in the following chapter. </i>



<i>As always, I'm open to comments and suggestions, and I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.</i>



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Tristan stood in the door to Celestine's chambers and looked upon the enthralling sight before him. In Celestine's bed, lay two beautiful women, curled up in each others arms as they slept peacefully in the early morning. It was an odd and rare thing to see Rena so still, even when she slept. Tristan had, on occasion checked on her during the night, especially in her earlier days of serving him, and it was impossibly rare to see her sleeping completely still. Never mind how difficult it was to overcome how sharp her senses were and actually get close without her noticing, even while sleeping. But the boiling cauldron of wrath that was her soul rarely allowed for sleep that wasn't fraught with movement and angry dreams. Yet here she was, in the arms of Celestine, her only movement being the slow rise and fall of her chest with each breath. 



Tristan's gaze slid slowly to Celestine, lying slightly higher in the bed, almost protective of Rena given her more dominant position in the bed. A strange sight, to see someone be protective of Rena, but one that Tristan found himself approving of. Yet at the same time, Celestine herself was a sight to behold. Her copper tresses almost glowed in the low light of the early morning sun, framing her beautiful features. Seeing her completely calm like this was also a rarity, and not one he was quick to throw away... 



He had come this morning to begin the day's festivities with a bang, but the moment he saw the two of them like this, he found himself stalled. He had been there only for a few moments, and yet he almost couldn't bear to ruin this. Pondering for a moment, Tristan turned away, leaving Celestine and Rena to their sleep for a little while longer at least. Still, the pull of his lust was hard to resist... He had plenty planned for Celestine today, and it was likely to run into the afternoon as well. Even a few steps away from her room, Tristan found himself stopping once again, as ideas ran around and around in his mind. It was difficult to simply walk away and let it lie, but Tristan managed for now, though he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for long...



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As Celestine awoke, she attempted to open her eyes as she did at the beginning of any day, only to realize that she couldn't. A half moment later she felt that there was something being wrapped around her eyes, blinding her completely. "Hey!" She yelled out as she reached up to remove the blindfold, only to feel her wrists grasped by powerful hands. A moment later she was flipped over onto her stomach and her wrists were forced behind her back despite her attempts to pull them free. Her resistance didn't stop whomever was doing this to her, and it didn't take long for her to feel the sensation of soft leather being slid around her wrists and forearms and snuggly tightened, quickly followed by her arms being pulled together and bound behind her back.



"Let me go!" Celestine demanded, and to her surprise, the hands that held her firmly seemed to slip away. Instantly Celestine rolled and got off the bed and onto her feet, crouching slightly as she made to defend herself. Yet despite her stance, Celestine knew she was in a hell of a lot of trouble if her attacker was intent on doing her harm. She couldn't see, and had no use of her arms. Her mind spun as she tried to make sense of what was happening; stretching out her other senses to try and understand what was going on. She knew there was at least one other person in the room with her, given the hands that blindfolded her and presumably flipped her over. However it was just as likely that there could have been more. Still, she should have been safe here; Tristan's mark should have been protecting her from any of the other demons, unless he ordered it himself. Or-... Celestine took a breath and focused, pushing out the panic and tried to sense whomever else was in the room. Celestine startled herself when she realized she was trying to reach out with senses beyond what most would consider 'human'. Even more surprising, was the realization that she had been doing this for several days, without even realizing it. She had done it last night, when Rena came into her room and she knew it was her without even looking. Celestine could almost feel the auras of those around her, and could recognize them just based off the emotions that seemed to permeate them. 



"Tristan, what are you doing?" Celestine demanded turning to look in what she hoped was his general direction. "Let me out of these things!" Celestine demanded again, pulling at the bindings that seemed to encase her forearms. She could sense that he was in the room, but how she knew it was him, she wasn't sure. But she did know he was cutting her off from the Demonic Mark, probably in some attempt to keep her from realizing it was him, but still somehow she knew. 



She heard him move closer and stiffened to protect herself, but was surprised to feel his fingers gently hold her chin, holding her with so little force yet keeping her completely in place. Despite herself, Celestine realized her breath was quickening slightly, just at his touch. "Hum... Here I was hoping to surprise you. How exactly did you know it was me? You were not guessing just now... You knew it was me somehow..." Tristan's low voice sounded, making Celestine shudder involuntarily. "There aren't a lot of people who would dare this in my house, but still..."



Celestine couldn't help but imagine herself as she was right now... Standing, almost completely helpless, wearing a thin nightgown that didn't leave a lot to the imagination, blindfolded and with her arms tied behind her back. She saw herself, her chin in his hand as he looked upon her, standing in front of her ready to take advantage of her as soon as the whim took him. She knew she couldn't stop him either, and that knowledge made another shiver run through her as her cheeks began to go crimson. Despite herself, she began to wonder what he was planning... She needed to buy time... time to think. "I... I don't know. I can just... sense that it's you. I don't know... it's like I can recognize your aura or something... Maybe I can sense your spheres of power? I don't know. But I... I think I can also sense that Rena is out in the hall... I think she's watching through the ajar door or something..." Celestine answered. Tristan released her and she quickly turned her head towards where she guessed the door and Rena were. However that was all it was... a guess. The interposing door or wall made it hard to be sure... 



When Tristan turned to look to the door to Celestine's room he heard Rena's voice as she let out a surprised gasp, and then heard her run off quickly. A slight smile played across Tristan's features at her curiosity and impatience. However, Celestine's new found sense had an unwelcome aspect to it. Tristan's plans hinged upon her not really knowing where he was or who was around her. "What about now? Is Rena still there?" Tristan asked, keeping his voice level and hiding any apprehension he might be feeling. 



"N-no." Celestine admitted. "I think she ran off... I heard it, but as soon as she was away from the door I couldn't sense her any more." Celestine struggled against her bonds for a moment before turning back to Tristan. "Let me out of these things." She demanded again, though her voice was less forceful now. Tristan couldn't help but smile... without being able to open her eyes; he guessed her imagination was beginning to get the better of her. 



"Just a few more questions." Tristan assured gently. "How long have you had this 'ability' Celestine?" 



Celestine frowned slightly and tried to think... "I've... I've had it for a while, at least since before Court I think. When you were fighting Odeon, I could sense that you were holding yourself back somehow, and I could almost feel the auras of the demons around me, and sort of understand them... It's how I noticed Navira and how I knew that the two of you shared the same main sphere of power. I think it's also how I could tell Elanace and Markus were different..." Celestine explained. "I... I think it works better when I can see though..." Celestine guessed. 



"I suspect it works best when you have your full senses at your disposal, not just sight. If I made it impossible for you to hear and smell your unique sense might be dulled even further." Tristan suggested. This was promising, as well as impressive. Celestine seemed to be developing supernatural senses, not utterly unlike those of a demon, who could instinctively understand the greatest sphere of power a demon possessed. More impressive, was the fact that she was able to detect the powers of other supernatural beings, even if she didn't recognize them. A feat that more than a few demons would covet... Tristan took a step back as silently as he could, and began to suppress his own power, even further than he normally would, conducting an experiment. 



Celestine turned her head back towards Tristan as she frowned; panic beginning to claw at her again. "Tristan?" She asked aloud, as the feeling of his aura began to disappear from her senses. Tristan moved silently about the room and watched Celestine as she took a tentative step forwards, using one foot to make sure her path was clear before stepping forwards again as she seemed to be searching for him. "Where the hell did you go?" Celestine asked, trying to keep calm, but slowly beginning to lose it. His presence had just seemed to fade away leaving her alone and completely blind, alone and utterly helpless. 



"I'm right in front of you." Tristan said to her after slipping around her a few times. His voice apparently startled her and she jumped back and nearly lost her footing before regaining it. 



"Bastard! Don't do that! I can't see anything with this blindfold on... Why is it I can't sense you any more?" Celestine asked, her voice no longer panicked. If anything, she seemed almost relieved that he hadn't just left her like this.



"My guess," Tristan began, moving right in front of Celestine again, "it is because I'm suppressing my power." Celestine flinched at the sudden closeness and began to pull away, only to bump back into her bed and fall back onto it. "That is what you were likely sensing Celestine... my primary sphere of power. It's probably why you didn't get a feeling like this from any of the normal mortals you've met along the way other than Markus. They didn't actually have any power worth your notice..." Tristan explained, watching her as she began to struggle to sit up on her bed. 



Celestine frowned after she managed to sit up, looking more than a little frustrated with her situation. "Is that because of the Demonic Marks, or because I'm Fell Born?"



"I honestly don't know." Tristan answered. "It could be a combination of both. Or it could be something completely unrelated. Regardless, I think it's about time we started getting ready to go." Tristan said easily as she looked up towards the sound of his voice.



"Go? Go where?! Damn it Tristan, get me out of these bindings and take off this stupid blindfold!" Celestine demanded again; worry creeping into her voice as she began to dread what he had planned. 



"Take them off?" Tristan asked, clearly amused. "Now why would I do that? If anything I'm going to be putting other items on you to restrict your other senses." 



Celestine immediately began to pull away, trying to push herself to the far side of the bed. "W-Why would you do that?" 



"Because..." Tristan began, grasping her leg gently and pulling her back into reach. "It is part of the punishment that is due to you Celestine. I told you last night that I had plans for today, and I intend to carry them out." Tristan explained, before he leaned over her and assaulted her sense of smell with the unique scent that seemed to emanate from him. 



Yet Celestine didn't let it befuddle her, and forced herself to remain cognizant. "How the hell am I supposed to go anywhere when I can't see?" Celestine demanded; worry beginning to show in her voice as she felt the bed shift as he leaned over her. 



"Why that's simple, I'll lead you along." Tristan answered patiently. "With this." He continued, before Celestine felt him gently lifting her enough to slip something around her neck and began to tighten it around her throat. Not so much as to be uncomfortable, but tight enough to be held in place. She couldn't be sure, but it was soft on the inside layer that pressed against her skin, but seemed stiff enough to retain its shape.



"... Did you... Did you just put a collar on me?" Celestine asked stupefied at what was happening. Her imagination began to run on high as she pictured herself with a collar on and tied up... Again her breath quickened another fraction and she began to squirm, fighting against the erotic images her imagination was creating. "Take it off... take it off now!" 



"No, I don't think I will. Besides... I like it on you. The dark leather stands out well against your lovely skin." Tristan complemented. Before she knew it was happening, Tristan leaned down and gently kissed along her neck where the collar held against her skin. "It isn't too tight, is it?" He asked playfully, before nipping at her ear lightly. 



A sharp gasp escaped her lips in response and instantly she turned her head away. Yet despite that, she couldn't help the shudder that ran through her, and this time she was almost certain he noticed it. The image of him leading her along by a collar and leash came to her mind, and she couldn't stop herself from wondering what it would be like... to be completely at someone's mercy like that. She would have absolutely no control over herself, and would have to rely on him for everything. 



"Humm..." His voice sounded lightly in her ear. "Given your reaction, it seems you like the idea more than you let on. I wonder what perverse ideas are running through your mind right now..." Tristan said lightly as he pulled away from her. 



She felt a slight tugging on the collar, pulling her to sit up, and at first she fought against it, but after a moment she realized that his hold over her wasn't going to be denied. She could have fought all she liked; he was still strong enough to drag her if he wanted. So she sat up, her features a mix of worry and intrigue. "Shut up." She said, her voice weaker than she had hoped. "This-... This isn't something I want." 



"You filthy liar." Tristan announced quietly, like it was some sort of dirty secret. "You long to have your unyielding, unforgiving control torn away from you." Tristan accused playfully, his voice smooth and lustful. "You want to be set free from your own shackles Celestine. Shackles you put on yourself. You've shirked some of them off, I can see that much. Not everything has to be planned and coordinated any more. Not every desire is something you need to recoil from before you analyze it and categorize it, only so you can lock it away if your ridiculous moral standard deems it 'inappropriate'. And it's wonderful that you've made so much progress in regards to that already." Tristan declared, clearly proud of her. "But there is a ways to go yet. And I plan on seeing you through to that inevitable end. Even if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming." Tristan's voice became low and promising. "So what will it be? Are you going to keep denying yourself and the changes that have come, or are you going to jump in headlong, like you know you want to?" 



Celestine was silent for a long moment, and Tristan could see her mulling over his words. Part of her screamed at her that this was wrong, that this was all just some sick game of his to truss her up and play with her head. Yet the rest of her was intrigued, and that part of her wanted to see how far this could go... How far <i>she</i> could go and what it would be like when she got there, at the edge of her limits. 



Yet she had to wonder, could she still be herself if she submitted to this? Celestine always saw herself as someone who was strong, brave and independent. But if she gave into Tristan's demands, would that mean she would stop being those things? Before Tristan ever found her, Celestine knew things like this happened... That people tied each other up and played at BSDM and other less than 'normal' sexual games and fantasies. She had always thought of those who gave up all control to another person as weak... That those people needed other, more dominant people, to dictate how, when and where they would enjoy themselves. Either that, or they were so weak that they couldn't help but let others control them. Her self image most definitely did not fall into that category of person and the question of if she could survive such an experience and keep true to herself kept coming up... Despite that, now that she envisioned herself in such a situation, it was somehow becoming more and more intriguing... 



Tristan could see her reluctance beginning to fade, and smiled wider with each passing second as he looked forward to her inevitable answer. However she, as she often did, surprised him. Instead of throwing herself to his mercy, Celestine spoke up, voice firm and unbowed. "One of the conditions that I have to fulfill in order for you to tell me about the Fell Born is submitting to this game, isn't it?" 



Tristan chuckled. "I hadn't planned on telling you. I was curious to see if you would have done it even without that aspect being announced." 



Celestine surprised him again by smiling lightly. "You are taking advantage of me. I don't see why I shouldn't try and return the favor. I'll do this willingly, but only because I want information about the Fell Born." Celestine said confidently.



"So you are not going to resist your punishment?" Tristan asked, getting closer to her, almost whispering his question to her like it was some filthy secret.



Celestine took a deep breath before answering him. "You are right about me... A very real part of me longs to see what that would be like... I won't deny the arousal I feel any more. You forced me to see how futile ignoring my own desires actually is, especially when you're the one throwing them in my face. However, before anything else, are you willing to entertain a request of mine?" Celestine asked firmly, somehow managing to keep her arousal and desires in check as she spoke to Tristan, a plan forming in her mind. 



As much as a part of her wanted to explore the erotic possibilities this opened up, she knew that this 'punishment' would help get her closer to the third mark, and ultimately closer to her goal of turning it against him... But she would have to be careful about it... She would have to entice him into continuing and act as if he was affecting her for the sake of her goals. All the while she would have to keep herself in check and not lose herself to her own pleasure, or she would risk him just consuming her soul. It helped that the notion of this sort of 'sexual play' didn't disturb her as much as it once did... If he had pulled this when they first met, she was pretty certain she wouldn't have been able to deal with it. At the same time however, she knew it was becoming harder and harder to tell the difference from when she was honestly feeling pleasure, and when she was just acting... 

<hr pg="2" />Tristan looked to her curiously, his head cocking as he wondered what she had up her sleeve. As much as he wanted to think she was just putting up a token resistance, Tristan knew Celestine wasn't the sort to do that, especially when she was as focused as she was now. Maybe later, when she was half crazed with lust and physical pleasure she might resist for the sake of inciting him to greater heights, but now? At this point Tristan had to be careful... "Alright, I'll hear you out. But if you ask for some sort of 'safe word' that humans seem obsessed over, I'm going to be very unhappy."



"No." Celestine replied immediately. "The notion of a safe word seems, at least to me, ridiculous, especially in this circumstance. You are a demon, and even if I did say some prearranged word, there would hardly be any guarantee that you'd stop anyway. Hell, I suspect you would pause just long enough for me to start hoping that you'd stopped for real, before laying into me twice as hard." Celestine paused, trying to collect herself again. Actually talking about it like this scared her more than she was willing to admit. 



"A safe word, even if it is meant to protect me, would still be a form of control, and I know you aren't going to allow that. Besides, I would like to know if something like this is actually capable of giving me any pleasure or not... I know when my hands are forced down and pinned it can excite me, but all this might be too far..." She accented her point as she pulled on her bonds. "And as far as I am aware, you're not planning to do anything to hurt me..." Celestine reasoned, putting her views on what he had planned for her on the table.



"You have a very well reasoned and rational view on the situation." Tristan paused. "I can't wait to hear what you have to say when you are riddled with lust and pleasure... But regardless, do you honestly think I would ever inflict serious harm upon you? I perish the thought." Tristan said playfully.



"I didn't say serious harm... I said hurt me... as in, hurt me at all." Celestine responded hesitantly. 



"Oh, I know." Tristan replied without any hesitation at all...



Celestine could almost feel him smiling malevolently, yet despite that she felt a shudder of anticipation run through her. She knew Tristan could use pain to bring pleasure... She had seen it before when he was buried deep into Rena and spanked her. Hell, he had even done similar things to Celestine before, so she knew well enough. Still, she forced those memories down, and focused on the now. It was hard though, with her eyes closed as they were; images of past perversions kept coming to mind, distracting her. It made it even harder when he hid his aura, and therefore had nothing to focus on. When he spoke, she was able to focus in on him again, and found his voice smooth and relaxed, though clearly curious. 



"I have to wonder though, how do you plan on coming to terms with what we are going to be going through? You've made it no secret that the notion of submission is not something you easily see yourself doing. I suspected that you would think those that do submit to the dominance of someone else as weak and beneath contempt, especially given what you did with Sig..." Tristan reasoned. 



"Odd... to hear you try to scare me away from this now. Why are you bringing it up?" Celestine asked frankly, though she suspected the answer.



"Simple... When one is forced to look at themselves, and they see something there that they have openly denounced in others, it tends to make the fall from their high pedestal all the more catastrophic." Tristan explained calmly.



"Is that what you want? To see me fall from on high?" Celestine asked, baiting him, her voice almost playful and tempting without her ever meaning to. She had to be careful... She wasn't sure if that was acting by the seat of her pants, or if her tone showed her actual feelings. He had answered her exactly as she thought he would though. She always knew that was one of his primary goals... to corrupt her and make her a slave of sorts to her own desires.



Tristan smiled darkly... If only she could comprehend the extent that of how badly he wanted to see her slip and fall into depravity and lustful excess... If she could only understand how his world was beginning to revolve around that single goal. "...Perhaps..." He allowed, and was pleased to see Celestine smile ever so slightly in response to that. 



"Fine, keep your secrets. But to answer your question, there are two reasons. First, I don't have a choice in this, which you've plainly made clear, and second, I am not like Sig, and I am not weak." Celestine responded firmly. 



"Oh? But if you find that you actually enjoy the games I have in mind for you, how would you be different from him?" Tristan inquired, hoping that she could prove yet again, to defy expectations. 



"He saw himself as garbage, and so he turned himself into garbage. He submitted to the heel of others because he was too afraid to try and find another way to feel pleasure or joy, in a world full of opportunities for such things. He did what he did because he was too small of a person to look for another way. He wasn't brave enough to even try..." Celestine declared adamantly. "Even if I 'submit' to this, don't think for a moment that I'm willingly doing this. It is only because of the information about the Fell Born that I'm not kicking and howling at this point. Though I'm sure that wouldn't stop you anyway. Plus, I'm curious..."



"As for others who do this sort of thing?" Celestine continued "I've realized that I was wrong to judge them like I once did. Who am I to say if they are small or pathetic? I don't know them, and to judge them based off an uninformed view is not only arrogant, it's foolish too. Those who long to be humiliated and trodden upon? They are not the same as those who are brave enough to put themselves completely in the hands of others. They don't have the trust it would take to be in that sort of relationship and rely on another completely." Celestine criticized. 



Tristan chuckled when she finished, he let her sit for a moment before finally responding. "So is that what this is? Do you trust me Celestine?" 



"Yes." She said without hesitation and with a slightly flirty smile on her lips. "But don't get the wrong idea. I don't trust you to go easy on me or make sure you don't push me too far... Instead, I trust you to be exactly what you are... a demon of lust intent on fulfilling your perverse desires... though I have no intention of ever letting you eat my soul." 



"Good answer." Tristan said grinning back to her, even though she could not see it. Even when expecting to be impressed by her, Tristan couldn't help but marvel at her... Still, he didn't bask in it too long, He needed to keep her under pressure. "But you still haven't explained what this ordeal will be to you." 



"An unavoidable consequence of my actions." Celestine said, tinting her voice with a touch of pleasant anticipation. It surprised her though, how easy it was to create such a tone. She wanted to seem like she was looking forwards to it, like he was affecting her. Somehow such things were becoming easier for her, even though rationally, she didn't want this. A part of her worried if her rational mind could keep the irrational emotional side in check, and if it was easy because her irrational side wanted this. Still despite her concerns, she pressed on for the sake of her goals. "I told Helena about demons when you expressly told me not to... I knew I would be punished if I did, but I lost myself to the moment and did it anyway. I hoped that you would deal with her for me... In essence I tried to use you." Celestine answered, her voice attempting to keep calm.



"I won't lie and say that a part of me doesn't find the idea of your proposed punishment arousing, though that doesn't make it right. But I've never experienced anything like it before, so I've been reasonably concerned by what you might have had planned for a while now... Now that I have a vague idea, I think my concerns were justified. Being blindfolded and bound like this isn't exactly helping the situation either." Celestine said with slight anxiety. Tristan was about to respond, but he went quiet as she continued, her voice suddenly becoming impressively daring. "But I'm not a coward, and I am not unwilling to accept my just punishment... Besides, I think I can take it... I doubt this will be all you make it out to be. So you've tied me up blindfolded me... what's the big deal about that?"



Tristan smiled wide at her words and couldn't help but chuckle for several moments. Eventually he replied though, voice low, but promising. "Well that sounds like a challenge if I've ever heard one." The anticipation in his voice was growing in response to her bravado. "But I wonder if you can or not... I can't promise much to you Celestine, but I will promise you this: That once we begin, I won't stop until <b>I</b> am satisfied that you've received adequate punishment for your transgressions. Not one moment before. No matter how much you beg or cry out for me to stop, no matter how much you fight me, no matter how much you resist. <b>I. Will. Not. Stop.</b>" She heard him move away from her as he spoke, though she could not see where. 



The finality of Tristan's voice sent another shudder through Celestine. Even before she had awakened, he had taken control of the situation, and taken control of her for that matter. It was hard to overcome that, but still, she had to try. And so she began her gambit, hoping to play against his nature and lure him in... "I still haven't had the chance to make my request." Celestine said aloud, her voice light and her breath quicker than she expected. She fought to level it out again, realizing that it was a bad sign... She was slipping in her control over her emotions, and it was because of his dominant and lustful promises. But her thoughts were dragged away from self regulation when she heard the clinking of metal on metal from something she guessed he was picking up...



"No, I guess you haven't. I suppose it is only fair that I hear you out at least... Even those on death row get their last meal after all..." Tristan responded from the far side of the room. 



Celestine's mouth suddenly felt dry, and she had to swallow once before she could speak up. Now that she had the chance to begin her ploy, she felt very self conscious about it. She was hoping her words would arouse him and make him feel like he was gaining greater ground with her. That he was breaking her down and that she was bending to her baser desires. "I want to hear you say that-... that you want this because it is m-me who's going to be your partner... I want to hear that you'd rather have me, over anyone else." Celestine said breathily, if not slightly hesitantly. Yet that hesitation also gave her words a slight tempting innocence to them, despite the meaning behind them. "And I want to f-feel it through the Demonic Mark too... You lie too well with your lips for me to trust anything that comes from your mouth." Celestine finished, her voice a mix of anticipation and caution. 



Tristan didn't reply at first, and after a few long moments she was beginning to worry that he had seen through her ruse. But eventually she heard his light chuckling before he responded. "Do you honestly think I'm going to say that? Wouldn't admitting that, true or not, give you some measure control? Or at least the illusion of it? The whole point of this is for me to strip all your vaunted self domination away from you, and leave you completely at my mercy." Tristan asked, clearly amused. "Besides, I can lie over the Demonic Mark as well..."



"I know you can." Celestine replied quickly, her voice hopeful, and clearly prepared for such a response. "But I can judge you better when I hear your thoughts, instead of your words." Celestine said smiling lightly, almost daring him. "As for you admitting it or not, it wouldn't give me any control. I'd still be tied up and helpless, remember? Or is your vaunted lust so easily hampered by a request from the target of your desires?" Celestine asked before she tugged on her bonds, hoping his pride would keep him from backing down. "So what's your answer Tristan? Does the idea of tying me up, breaking me down and eventually conquering me excite and inspire you?" Celestine asked bravely, her voice audaciously daring him on, even as she tried to resist her own emotions that longed to experience his attempt to do exactly what she described. 



She didn't hear him move across the chamber, but she suddenly knew he was in front of her when he captured her lips against his and kissed her hard and possessively. It took her a moment to overcome her surprise, and she resisted hard at first, trying to pull her head away. However it quickly became apparent that despite her reluctance, Tristan was not going to be denied. Despite wanting to resist, she realized that she was enjoying his lips crushing against hers, and before she realized it, she was gingerly beginning to kiss back... A moment after that, desire got the better of her and caution slipped away as she kissed him back fully, even going so far as to nip at his lower lip. 



He pulled away at that, and she felt him firmly take her chin in hand. "Remember... you made this happen with your disobedience, and that you asked to feel this through the Mark..." His voice rumbled, and she could feel the Demonic Mark opening up to her. A moment later the torrent of scalding lust lashed at her mind, almost making her buck and writhe at the force behind it. "If only you could know the extent that such thoughts drove me..." The dominant drive in his voice made Celestine quake once again almost echoing in her mind, but this time she tried pulling away from him, suddenly desperate to get away before his raw emotions overwhelmed her. Her ploy was working, but it was working too well, and his emotions might become too great an influence on her if she didn't do something soon. But the quick tug on her collar dragged her back against him where he kissed her again, his lips almost seizing hers. Celestine fought harder to resist this time, but the sheer magnitude of his lust was dizzying, and soon she was instinctively returning the gesture, her own desires leading her as rational thought began to be pushed to the side. Further, she didn't pull away when his free arm wrapped around her lower back and pulled her up against him, squeezing her body against his.



Celestine felt her pussy begin to go damp as she felt her breasts compress and rub against him through her thin nightgown. She wasn't certain, but she suspected he didn't have a shirt of his own on... She could feel the curves of his toned chest through her now erect nipples, and every time either of them moved, the contact sent a slight shudder through her body. In an instant the image of him naked from the waist up, pressed against her, filled her mind and a whimper escaped her lips before she could stifle it, making Tristan break away as she began to pant lightly. "So, is that proof enough of how this game makes me feel?" He asked teasingly though roughly at the same time.



It took her a moment, but Celestine surprised him again when she pulled away from his grasp suddenly, making the leash he held in hand go tight as she tugged at it. "No." She replied, a flustered smile still on her lips as she pulled a bit harder. "Send me the thoughts Tristan... I can feel your lust, but that isn't any proof other than you're a horny bastard..." Celestine pointed out, trying to reestablish her control again. 



However Celestine felt slack form in the leash and she had to keep pulling away from him in order to keep the distance between them , even as he closed on her. After a dozen steps she backed into one of the walls and very quickly found that she had nowhere else to run to. Instinctively she tried to dodge to the left but she ran right into his outstretched arm, barring her way. Immediately she recoiled and tried for the right only to bump into his opposite arm. He had her trapped, and they both knew it. But Celestine turned away from him, showing her back and not risking him capturing her lips again. She needed to be even headed right now... She needed to be in control, even if she was helpless. And despite denying it, a part of her longed to hear him admit to what she demanded...



<i>("Yes.") </i>His voice sounded suddenly in her mind, silencing all her thoughts with its barely restrained severity. <i>("Yes... the notion of conquering and <b>defiling</b> you fills my mind with inspired ideas on how to act upon my desire and lust...")</i> 



"See?" Celestine asked, a slight grin on her features. "Was that so hard?" She asked, even as his words made her almost vibrate in happiness. She mentally slapped herself, trying to push such things aside. She had to get through this without completely losing herself. She needed to pace herself, or she'd never last through the whole ordeal. Yet she still found herself shaking happily at his thoughts...



However a gasp of surprise escaped Celestine's lips when she felt Tristan push up against her back roughly. She felt his chest press up against her shoulders and her wrists touch his abdomen. She instinctively uncurled her fingers and felt the lines of his body and muscles, and realized that he was indeed naked, at least from the waist up... But most shockingly, was the hot pulsing rod that she could feel nestled in the cleft of her ass, slowly grinding up and down in that warm crevice, separated only by her thin gown... She fought to hold her breath, because she knew if she exhaled, an unwanted moan or whimper would escape her lips, as his steely manhood ground down low, its tip coming perilously close to her anus. Unbidden, the thought of him ripping away her gown and taking her anal virginity filled her mind and made her blush hard. Instinctively she clenched up, tightening her bottom around his cock. A rumbling groan that came from him and resonated into her ear made her shudder almost violently. Desperately Celestine tried to rein herself in, knowing that her physical response would only incite more out of him... It was hard though... she could feel his hands running up her sides and threatening to tease her breasts...



However when he leaned in and spoke to her through the mark, she froze, unable to stop herself from feeling his pulsing lust through each low grinding thought. <i>("I think you can feel exactly how <b>hard</b> it was Celestine...")</i> A moment later he pulled away from her, and Celestine let out a slow shuddering breath as she tried to collect herself. However, before she got very far, she felt a strong pull on her collar, forcing her to follow behind him as he began to walk. In a few steps she heard him pushing the door open and began to pull her through.



Celestine pulled as hard as she could on her leash. "W-wait! What are you doing?!" Celestine cried out. 



Tristan seemed to pause, and she heard him in her mind through the mark <i>("Taking you out of your room.") </i>Tristan replied, easy confidence dripping off his thoughts. 



"B-But..." Celestine paused, trying to collect herself. The notion of being dragged out for anyone and everyone to see... Her mind railed against it... It was one thing for Tristan to see, but to be paraded around like this... It felt like that was a step to far. But he didn't seem to care, and she felt him pull on the collar again, dragging her a few more feet until she was out the door. "No! Don't do this Tristan! I'm not a fucking pet to be paraded around!" Celestine pulled back with all her might, even though she knew it wouldn't make a difference. Still, desperation clawed at her, even as her imagination began working... She saw herself, standing in the main hall with others looking upon her with hungry eyes... It wouldn't take long for some to start approaching her... touching her... She could almost smell the desire coming off her viewers, as some of them began to align themselves with her mouth or pussy... 

<hr pg="3" />Celestine pulled back again, shocked by her own perverse imaginings, and railing against the growing heat in her crotch that such wicked thoughts incited. Whatever the leash was made of, it had to be surprisingly resilient and did not break, even with her increased strength. However when her leash went slack she almost fell at the sudden lack of force keeping her up right. Without her hands to throw out to stabilize her fall, she began to lose her balance... But before she went tumbling down, she felt Tristan's strong hand catch her and lean her against one of the walls. The fall obliterated her orientation and she quickly realized she had no idea which way she was facing. 



Reflexively, Celestine began to thank Tristan for catching her. "Thank y-<i>UnffPhf!</i>" Celestine's words were suddenly muffled as she felt Tristan take her by the jaw and force something into her mouth as she tried to speak. Instantly she realized it was metallic, and despite her attempts to wrest her head free, Tristan's grip was strong and unyielding. Within a moment she felt the metallic ring in her mouth set into place, and realized it was keeping her from closing her mouth. Almost desperately she tried to push it out with her tongue, but even as she tried, she felt leather straps being pulled behind her head. Panic quickly followed and Celestine did everything she could to break free, but the tightening of the straps quickly killed her hopes of spitting the foreign object out. 



Surprisingly, as soon as it was set, Tristan seemed to let Celestine go. Confused by her sudden release, Celestine didn't hesitate long before she began to try and shake the gag off. In moments she found she couldn't form words, and even creating any real sounds was difficult... She quickly found it wasn't going to be simply shaken off and that she would need him to undo it before it came off. She also realized that with her mouth forced open wide like this, her tongue was being pushed out and poking out of her mouth slightly. Blushing hotly, Celestine pulled her tongue back into her mouth, trying to hide it from sight. However, after a few moments, she found that it was beginning to sore from the abnormal position, and that keeping it hidden in her mouth was becoming increasingly difficult. 



<i>("You shouldn't try and keep it in like that. With your mouth forced open, your tongue naturally sticks out some. Besides, I like it when you are like that... it gives you a very wanton look...")</i> Tristan's hungry thoughts came across to her mind, and despite her confusion and anger, her body responded to his words and she could feel her own desires simmering again... 



But she forced them aside and huffed and moaned angrily at him, clearly upset and totally unable to form anything that resembled a word. Yet despite her anger, a part of her realized how utterly vulnerable she was right now. She could not use her hands, she could not see, and now she couldn't even speak... As she continued to think about it, round and round, panic began to set in again and her breathing accelerated. Desire and anger both were soon overwhelmed with growing panic, and Celestine felt herself begin to hyperventilate. 



However that all seemed to suddenly stop when she felt Tristan's hands gently rest along the sides of her neck, lightly guiding her to face him... She was still panicking when she felt him place his brow upon hers, and heard his thoughts inside her mind. <i>("Breathe Celestine... One breath in, hold it... and then let it out slowly...") </i>Despite knowing that he was the one who did this to her, Celestine weakly nodded and tried to follow his instructions. It took a few breaths before her panic began to subside, eased by his presence. Again, despite knowing she should be furious with him, Celestine felt thankful for his presence... 



But when she regained her faculties some, Celestine huffed at him again, and he could see her trying to push the ring out of her mouth with her tongue. <i>("That isn't going to work Celestine... It's a ring gag and it is fastened behind your head... it isn't going to come out.")</i>



Celestine grunted at him angrily, making him smile slightly in response, not that she could see it. <i>("I can't understand grunts and huffs Celestine. Use the Mark...") </i>Tristan explained patiently. 



Celestine frowned for a moment before turning her head away, her face going red all over again. In her panic she had forgotten all about the Demonic Mark... even with Tristan talking to her with it... <i>("Take this thing out of my mouth!")</i> She demanded bluntly. <i>("It is hurting my jaw and keeping my tongue in is getting harder... And... and I think I'm beginning to drool...") </i>She finished a little abashed. 



<i>("It isn't so big that your jaw won't become accustomed to it. Normally you'd only be able to keep this in for an hour or so, before your jaw started getting really sore and the position would actually start to seriously hurt you. Thankfully, you are not normal. The second Demonic Mark will have increased your resiliency and ability to cope with being in awkward positions, such as having a gag in your mouth. It would take almost a full day before there would be any danger too you, which gives me plenty of time to see this through to the end. As for your tongue, just relax it and you won't have a problem. The drooling is intentional and natural, so don't worry about it.")</i> Tristan explained, pulling away from her slightly. It pleased him when he pulled his hands away she seemed to instinctively lean towards him, trying to feel where he was... 



Celestine listened to him and found herself fuming at his explanations and rationalizations. <i>("I can't just let my tongue hang out!")</i> Celestine barked back at him. <i>(It's... It's!...")</i>



<i>("Indecent?") </i>Tristan suggested<i> ("Hate to tell you this, but as far as I'm concerned, that's not exactly the most indecent thing about you right now... Not that I'm complaining. Like I said, I like it when your tongue sticks out slightly...")</i> Tristan's thoughts were soft but Celestine could still feel the lust radiating from him like rolling waves. <i>("You could keep it in if you really want to, but your tongue will eventually get tired and cramp, and then it will be sticking out and it will be sore...") </i>Tristan added playfully.



He saw her frown from under the small blindfold and, very reluctantly, her tongue began to slip out. <i>("It won't be a problem if you just take out the gag!") </i>Celestine grumbled at him.



<i>("True, but I'm not taking it out. So best get used to it. I told you Celestine, I'm not going to stop until I am satisfied.")</i> Celestine heard his thoughts and a slight involuntary shudder ran through her... 



Celestine was about to respond, but she was cut off when she felt Tristan's hand gently press against her abdomen and pin her against the wall. She was about to ask what he was doing; when she felt one of his fingers gently touch the tip of her tongue... Instantly she recoiled from him, and he chuckled aloud. <i>("What the hell are you doing?!") </i>She demanded exasperated, even as her tongue tingled... Despite her disbelief, she was astounded to feel that his touch made her tongue tingle so pleasantly...



<i>("Celestine, I would have thought you knew that already... I'm doing whatever the hell I like...")</i> Celestine felt his hand leave her stomach and gently take her chin, forcing her to turn back to him. She couldn't close her mouth, though she tried very hard... A moment later she felt his finger graze her tongue again, making her try and pull away, yet he held her firmly. <i>("Fight me or don't, it's going to happen Celestine. You are not in control here.")</i>



Celestine shuddered lightly at his words and couldn't help but picture how this might look, and a moment later she wished she hadn't... She saw herself helpless, and completely at his mercy... He had her firmly in his grasp, and she could hardly move... In moments she felt her heartbeat accelerate again, though not in fear, but in strange arousal. It didn't take her long to realize that when he took away her ability to move, see and speak it took away much of the control she had of her own body... More control than she initially suspected. What's worse, it was slowly beginning to arouse her again, now that she was over the freshest wave of panic. 



As she came to that realization, Celestine began to unintentionally relax, and Tristan seized upon the moment and slipped his fingers into her open mouth. Before she could recoil again, she felt his fingers begin to run along her tongue and under it, stroking it once before slipping his fingers back into her mouth and gently running their pads along her gums. She couldn't help but shudder, as his touch sent tingling jolts through her, each pleasurable in a unique way... He wasn't using more than two fingers, but it didn't take long for the growing heat in her cunt to be reached by these tingling sensations, and Celestine's breathing quickened and became lower. <i>(Wh-...What are you doing? Why does... Why does this feel good? You're using... your powers aren't you?")</i> Celestine accused half desperately, even as a mewling whimper escaped her throat. 



<i>("No, I am in fact not actually using my powers... I'm guessing you didn't know this, but the human mouth is an erogenous zone when stimulated properly...The unique part about it is, that it happens to be sensitive when exposed to outside stimuli... Take for example when two people are kissing and tongue comes into play... It often ends up becoming much more enjoyable for both participants, because they have little to no control over their partners tongue, which excites the mouth and the sensitive flesh there...") </i>Tristan explained slowly, still playing with her tongue as he did so...



<i>("Y-you're wrong... that can't be true...")</i> Celestine replied feebly...



<i>("You know I am right... We've kissed enough times with and without tongue to give credence to that...Why else do you think French kissing ever came about? And while we're on that note, I must admit you are very good at kissing, even when you're trying to not kiss back...") </i>Tristan added lewdly as he gently squeezed her tongue between his index and middle finger, and began to stroke her slowly with just the movement of his fingers. 



Celestine could barely focus on his thoughts by that point though. The strange and unique pleasure that he was hoisting upon her was so foreign that she could barely focus on anything else at all. Yet despite that, his point still came across and made a sort of strange sense. However, as he continued to stroke her tongue and gently play at her sensitive mouth, Celestine realized her knees were beginning to shake and go weak, as each tingling jolt made her body feel numb. Her breathing had become labored and quick, and Tristan didn't even need to force her to keep her head still any more. Without intending to, Celestine began to move her tongue along his fingers, tasting him and feeling him with the mercilessly sensitive appendage...



<i>("Have you ever considered how oral sex came about? Or why some people enjoy it so much?") </i>Tristan asked her even as she shuddered at his unrelenting touch.<i> ("My guess is that it started almost entirely by accident, but people quickly realized it was quite enjoyable. Admittedly, it isn't for everyone, but some people absolutely love it... I mean think about it... A man with his head down, bowing to a woman in willing supplication, worshiping her with his head between her legs, as he drives his tongue into her warm and dripping pussy. Feeling her cunt squeeze and ripple around his tongue, stroking it as if it were his cock. Or imagine a woman on her knees, lavishing herself upon an erect manhood, feeling every inch of an engorged cock rubbing along her tongue and the insides of her cheeks as she bobs her head up and down, sucking hard as she seeks her creamy reward. Its size filling her mouth wonderfully as the heady taste of him gives her a pleasure fueled high. How she would feel as she took it as deeply as she could, deep enough that she could feel his cock pressing against the back of her throat, it's heat threatening to overwhelm her as she desperately struggles to feel more of the hard rod of masculinity inside her hungry mouth.")</i> He described, never relenting upon the strange and unique form of oral assault. <i> </i>



Celestine couldn't really answer him. The images he painted in her imagination were too vivid when she couldn't open her eyes and focus on something else. It didn't help that she couldn't stop herself from imagining that it was the two of them in such positions, and recall the feeling of him in her mouth. By the time he was done speaking to her, she was shuddering almost violently as the strange sensations built upon the already simmering lust that rippled through her from being bound as she was... The only response Celestine could make was a reluctant moan, stifled by Tristan's hand as her knees finally gave way and she was rocked by a very unique and singular climax... 



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When the buzzing in her head stopped, Celestine realized she had slid down onto her ass when her knees gave out, and that Tristan had removed his fingers from her mouth. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and while she was still panting, her quick breaths were slowing. She didn't want to admit it, but that was both strange and wonderful... And now that it was over, her mouth felt achingly empty. Still, she forced herself to get over it and dragged herself back to her scenes. In a moment she was listening to see if Tristan was moving around her. She couldn't feel a tug on her collar, but that didn't mean he wasn't still there... <i>("Tristan... a-are you there?") </i>



He didn't reply and she stretched out her senses as much as she could as she got up on her feet again. <i>("Tristan?")</i> She sent out again beginning to worry that he had ditched her. Instinctively, Celestine pulled at her bonds, trying to break free. It of course didn't work, which only made her concerns grow again... She forced the growing fear down before taking a few tentative steps, only to feel the slack in her leash lessen. She pulled on it a few times before turning towards where the leash held her firmly. After a moment more, she stepped towards where she thought he was holding it, only to find herself bumping into a heavy chair. It took her a bit of exploring, but Celestine quickly realized something. <i>("Y-you... You Bastard! You tied me up like a fucking animal!") </i>She yelled at him through the mark, yet again there was no response. 



Celestine's fury burned hot and overwhelmed her concern about being left alone for a moment, and she continued to seethe as she heard someone walking down the hall towards her. Turning quickly towards it, Celestine snapped out at Tristan. <i>("Where the fuck did you go?") </i> She sent through the mark to him as she listened to his approach. However her anger suddenly stalled when she sensed something from the person approaching... She could feel something from whoever was approaching, specifically their sphere of power, and the feel of that power was wrong somehow... 



It wasn't Tristan... 



She could tell it was a demon... specifically one of the many demons of lust that lived and served in Tristan's home. But as Celestine stood helplessly, the demon slowed its approach, and eventually stopped just out of Celestine's reach. Celestine strained to hear what the demon was doing, and realized how she must look right now... trussed up, sweaty, and she was fairly certain her nightgown clung to her body like a second skin. Never mind the dampness from the drool that had run from her mouth while she was out of it... Simply put, she probably looked like a helpless fuck toy... 



<i>("T-Tristan...") </i>Celestine called out with increasing worry... she felt the demon near her take a tentative step towards her and immediately Celestine pulled away, unsure what she could do... She could still kick at the demon, but that might just make whoever it was angry... Yet as Celestine hummed and hawed, she felt the demon take several steps closer, apparently getting over any concerns it might have had. <i>("Tristan! H-help! It's coming closer!") </i>Celestine pulled away again, but before long the leash ran out of reach and she was stuck. Instinctively she lashed out, but without being able to see, she only had a vague idea of range...



Celestine felt nothing but air as she kicked, and when her leg came down she suddenly felt a feminine figure push up against her and wrap her leg around Celestine tightly to keep her from kicking again. Celestine's panic began to roar up again, even as she fought to keep calm. Unfortunately, when the demon spoke, that calm nearly went out the window. "Mnnn... what do we have here?" Her voice was playful and low, and Celestine could feel that she was well endowed and fit, just from the demon pressing herself against Celestine. "A juicy morsel to play with and then eat?" The demoness continued, her breath tickling Celestine's neck. 



Celestine in the meantime, struggled to get away from the demoness, even as panic began to overwhelm her. <i>("Tristan!")</i> Celestine called out again as she desperately tried to get away. Despite herself, Celestine was grunting and huffing as she tried to escape.



"Oh hush little mortal." The female demoness continued, her voice clearly amused by Celestine's struggles. "I'm not going to hurt you... I doubt my lord would appreciate me gobbling up his prized playmate... lucky girl." She chuckled lightly before Celestine felt the demoness pull away some. "It is a shame though... I'd love to taste your soul..." The demoness sighed and then released Celestine entirely.



Once free, Celestine got away from her, putting as much distance between them as the leash would allow, not trusting her words even in the slightest. However, it didn't take long for Celestine to hear the demoness begin to walk away, and she could feel the foreign aura leaving with it. A moment later Celestine slumped down again, trying to catch her breath while silently cursing Tristan for abandoning her. 



Before she got even half way through the list of expletives she had for Tristan, she heard someone approaching again. However unlike before there was no aura too it. But her mind heard his voice before she could call out again. <i>("Hush Celestine, I'm right here.") </i>Tristan assured as he came close and knelt over her. 



<i>("Hush? You are joking right?! I was screaming for you and you didn't answer!") </i>Celestine shot back, apparently distracted from the fact that she was moving closer to him, even brushing her shoulder against him to ensure that he was in fact there. <i>("That demoness could have eaten me!")</i>



<i>("True, she could have. But she didn't. You're welcome for that by the way.")</i> Tristan said pleasantly. Before Celestine could snap back he continued. <i>("I knew my Demonic Marks would protect you Celestine... My people are loyal and obedient.") </i>



<i>("But what if she wasn't loyal and betrayed you? You yourself have said how hard it is for demons to deny their basic natures! If she gave into her nature then I'd be dead wouldn't I?") </i>Celestine responded coolly, even as she tried to keep her relief from showing too much in her thoughts. 



<i>("I was close enough, just in case something did go poorly. You were never in any danger.") </i>Tristan explained.



<i>("I...I see.") </i>Celestine replied, not really sure if she could believe him or not... Yet despite her uncertainty, she found herself wanting to believe that he was really there to protect her... <i>("Where did you go anyway?")</i> She asked, trying to pull the subject away from her so that she could forget such ridiculous things like him coming to her rescue. 

<hr pg="4" />She heard him chuckle lightly before she felt the cool moistness of a face cloth begin to gently wipe sweat from her brow. At first she was surprised by it, but the coolness of the cloth was relaxing, and it wasn't long before she simply let it happen, basking in the refreshing sensation. <i>("I figured that after your experience, you'd like to be cleaned up some. You had blacked out because of it, so I tied you off and then went to go get the cloth. Simple as that.") </i>



<i>("You tied me up like a dog...") </i>Celestine commented, though her thoughts were not as angry as she knew they should have been. It was hard being angry at him right now, when he was caring for her like this. It took a moment, but she realized that she was only like this because he put her in this situation. Then again, it was punishment for violating his orders when she told Helena things she shouldn't know...



<i>("I wouldn't put it like that, but I suppose it is accurate enough. It is probably a good thing I did tie you to one spot. Or would you have stayed put and not wandered off, only to fall down and hurt yourself somewhere after getting lost?") </i>Tristan asked with perfect ease as he began to wipe down her neck.



Celestine blushed lightly... She had tried to pull away almost immediately after she awoke, and she would have wandered off if left to her own devices... <i>("No...I suppose you are right...") </i>



Tristan didn't reply to that, instead he simply finished cleaning her up some. <i>("Do you want me to wipe down anywhere else?")</i> He asked, with only slight innuendo towards getting her naked.



<i>("No, that's fine. Thank you, that was refreshing. But... no, never mind.") </i>Celestine responded, her features going slightly red as she brushed aside her own thoughts.



<i>("What is it?") </i>Tristan asked lightly as he stood and untied her from the chair he had bound her to. 



Celestine stood with him, fidgeting slightly despite being bound as she was. <i>("D-Don't ditch me again.")</i> Celestine replied more sheepishly than she would have liked. <i>("I'm completely helpless here, remember?")</i>



She heard Tristan chuckling lightly before he responded. <i>("I know you Celestine, you would have managed somehow.") </i>She blushed slightly at his words, but when she felt his hand gently petting her head and hair, an unwelcome sense of safe comfort began to fill her. She meant to pull away, but when he spoke, she somehow felt drawn in. <i>("Then again, that should go without saying. You are easily the strongest willed mortal I've ever met.")</i>



Celestine basked in his praise before she felt the gentle pull of the leash as he began to walk. Without even thinking about it, Celestine followed...



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Celestine quickly lost track of time and had long since lost any sense of where they were in the mansion. Still, the walk was slow and relaxed, and she suspected it was for her benefit to keep her from bumping into anything or running into a wall. Despite her situation, a part of her enjoyed this... She could still feel the simmering lust radiating off Tristan through the mark, and she could tell he was still planning something just by feeling his anticipation. However a thought crossed her mind as she continued to walk. <i>("No offence... but when you said this was a punishment, I seriously thought that there would be... I don't know... whips or something.")</i> She commented almost playfully. 



She heard him laugh before he paused and turned to her, making her stop as well. <i>("Oh, the punishment hasn't even begun yet Celestine.")</i> 



Celestine frowned, slightly confused. <i>("Wait... it hasn't? Then... then why am I all tied up and gagged and blindfolded?") </i>She asked, instinctively taking a step back, concern beginning to form in her. 



However her hearing was suddenly muffled when he took hold of her and she felt him begin to push something into her ears... It didn't take long for her to realize that he had just put ear plugs into her ears, effectively making her deaf... panic began to boil up in her again and she quickly pulled away until the leash became tight. Her world suddenly became the sound of her own breath, and the quickening thud of her heartbeat... She wasn't sure, but she thought she could hear his voice sounding aloud, though only for a few moments before he spoke to her through the mark. <i>("There we are... preparations are more or less complete.")</i>



<i>("Why?") </i>Celestine asked, trying to keep her desperation down, even as she felt his lust burning hotter.<i> ("I can't see... or speak or hear... I can't move my arms... All I can do is walk and even that is restricted with the collar! Why?!")</i>



She heard Tristan's low slow laughter through the demonic mark, before he eventually replied. <i>("Because, if I didn't do this much, you'd still be left with some control... This was all to strip that away. That is part of your punishment after all...") </i>



Celestine could feel the intense desire surging up from him like it did when they were first speaking... It kept rising and rising, as she grasped exactly how little power she had over herself at this point. Almost in fear, Celestine took another step back from him, only to feel herself pulled forwards again by a tug of the leash. He caught her easily and she let out a startled gasp, even as she squirmed. She felt his hands slide over her body, measuring every curve and savoring every delicious aspect of her. Again she pulled at her bindings, but his thoughts invaded her own, low and dark. <i>("You can't break free... you are mine.")</i> 



Celestine went rigid at that, again stunned by the finality of his words, and slightly aroused at first... However her feelings distracted her enough that she was unable to stop him from simply ripping her nightgown off her, leaving her almost entirely naked after he threw away the shredded bits. Almost instantly Celestine let out a startled cry and crouched to try and cover herself, but a quick tug from Tristan dragged her up to her feet again, before he began to pull her forwards as he strode forwards, with her wearing nothing more than her sodden panties. <i>("W-Wait! Tristan, stop!") </i>She demanded as she tried to pull and tug at the leash, only to almost stumble with his unyielding progress. He wasn't rushing or anything, but he wasn't taking his time either. But then he also seemed to be ignoring her...



Celestine was about to continue demanding he stop and release her, but she felt him suddenly block out her thoughts... It was all one way now. She could still feel his churning lust, clearly burning hotter now that she was nearly completely naked, but she suspected he couldn't hear her thoughts, no matter how hard she might have howled at him. It proceeded like that for several long moments, and her emotions warred within her. On one side, Celestine was horrified and almost ashamed about what was happening to her. All her previous bravado seemed like stupid arrogance, and now she was having her face rubbed in it almost as if he was trying to humiliate her. On the other hand, something about this excited her... No... it wasn't 'something'... it was the fact that she had absolutely no control over what was happening around her. The idea of following through with this for the sake of the third Demonic Mark was in the back of her mind now, thrown aside for when she wasn't so emotionally polarized. 



She began to wonder if she was wrong before, if she was all that different from Sig. She couldn't deny that a part of her was being aroused by what was happening to her. But the question of whether it was because she was humiliated or because she had no control over herself came to the forefront... The shock of it was putting her off, keeping her confused enough not to be able to sort it out in her head. But that strangely, had an exciting aspect to it all its own.



Unfortunately she didn't have much time to think about it, as Tristan stopped suddenly, and then roughly pinned her up against a wall facing him. She felt Tristan open the mark to her, and she didn't hesitate to speak up. <i>("Wait Tristan, I'm not telling you 'no', but just give me a second to thi-") </i>She only got half way through her plea by the time Tristan closed the mark off to her again. She could feel his cold ruthless amusement, and how her confusion intrigued him. Celestine couldn't help but let out a frustrated huff before she went still again, trying to be patient... 



Eventually, Tristan opened the mark once again, but did not say anything. However Celestine didn't jump on the opening either... Instead she just waited and focused on not letting his emotions overwhelm or influence her. If she did, she feared she would lose herself. 



After a few moments she felt that her lack of action had pleased Tristan. Eventually he spoke up, voice cool but confident. <i>("What have you learned?") </i> His voice was easy, but surprisingly enough, Celestine didn't feel like she was being spoken down to... that he wasn't being condescending. Instead it felt like he was pushing her to expand herself, even if he was demanding when it came to results. 



Celestine hesitated at first, unsure exactly how to answer him... But eventually she forced down her hesitation and spoke up through the Demonic Mark. <i>("That... that I need to stop demanding for you to stop... that doing so is pointless...") </i>



She felt a small measure of satisfaction from him, and, despite herself, that somehow made her happy... However before she got too confident he spoke up again. <i>("And?")</i> His tone expectant... 



Celestine frowned slightly, unsure what he wanted. Her mind worked desperately to figure out what it was that he expected. It surprised her when she realized she felt heavily driven to find the answer, like answering him correctly was somehow very important to her. Like she needed to impress him... It was a strange feeling... yet she couldn't deny that it was there. 



She moved slightly as she tried to think, fidgeting as she tried to come up with a solution. However, before she even moved a single inch, Tristan's strong hands tightened, holding her exactly where she was. At first she frowned, unsure why such minor movements were important, but then it dawned on her. She tried to form the thoughts and send them to him, but it was hard. She didn't know what it would be like after she admitted it, and that unknown frightened her and caused her hesitate. She realized that she probably wasn't able to admit it... not like this.



<i>You know what will help us...we've always known... </i>



 Her inner voice sounded suddenly, though gently. However it surprised Celestine not in its sudden announcement, but because she understood what it meant even as it said the words... It seemed obvious now that it had been said, even though she knew why she resisted before. Still, the urge to expand her boarders and grow was powerful, as was the gnawing urge to impress him that she refused to acknowledge even if she enjoyed its rewards. So Celestine reached out to the only source of support she had, and the one Rena had, oddly enough, suggested last night... 



Him. 



Celestine basked in Tristan's desires and emotions. She stopped resisting them and instead let them slide over her awareness and let herself feel what he felt... Maybe they influenced her, but they also opened the door to her own feelings, so that she could begin to accept them for what they were... 



Celestine realized that she wasn't aroused because she thought the situation humiliated her. She was aroused because he wanted her and she knew it. Because he knew what she always seemed to resist... That she was beautiful, and that she enjoyed having her control stripped away... That she enjoyed the attentions he gave her. And that those feelings, were not necessarily bad ones. That she wasn't betraying anyone for feeling them... 



Tristan felt and saw Celestine change right before his eyes. It wasn't a world shattering event, nor was it something that would rock Celestine's personality completely, but it was a significant change, and it was a visible one... He saw it, even in the way she stood in front of him. Her stance changed, almost as if she didn't even realize it. It went from being closed and unsure, to confident, and proud... He could feel her accepting her own desires, and coming to the realization that they were not necessarily abhorrent and evil things... 



So it came as a surprise when his observations were suddenly interrupted by her hesitant thoughts. <i>("I...I have no control... That I am completely under your domination...")</i> Celestine admitted hesitantly, as if she were not entirely sure.<i> </i>Tristan felt his cock buck lightly at her thoughts, having gotten hard again somewhere along the line as he observed the change in her. Her tone had changed as well; it had gone from the concerned half afraid half excited tone, to one that was confident, yet still slightly docile. Like if he loosened his grip for even a moment, she might take a risk and try to break free of him... At the same time, he could feel that his command of her stirred and excited her...



He didn't reply for a long moment, so lost in his now burgeoning desire and lust for her. He wanted so desperately to throw his plans out the window and simply ravage her now... But he couldn't. He wouldn't, even as his basic nature clawed and tore at him to do exactly that. He needed to push this change in her, and see if it would last, or if it was a temporary thing that would linger and then fade... So long was his stunned silence that he felt her shift under his grasp, threatening to break free. Yet even as she did so, her voice sounded in his mind again. <i>("Tristan?")</i> 



It shocked him out of his thoughts and he couldn't help but smile widely. <i>("Well said.") </i> He responded, one of his hands lifting from his shoulders to gently brush the back of his hand along her cheek. 



The startling intimate contact made Celestine shudder pleasantly, as she felt happy joy swell in her as she felt his desires and pride for her expand almost explosively... She took that approval and wrapped herself in it, loving how it made her feel. It was almost numbing to think of how long she denied this feeling. Not even necessarily from Tristan, but for the years she denied herself from getting close to anyone, and letting herself feel good about others pride and desire for her...



<i>("I will be taking your gag off for a moment. You are not to speak while it is off. If you do, I will put it back in and leave it in long enough that it does hurt. Do you understand?") </i>Tristan asked as evenly as he could manage. 



Celestine seemed a bit taken aback by his sudden announcement, but nodded lightly. A moment later she felt him undoing the fastening behind her head before he took the gag out of her mouth. She thought of speaking, but restrained herself, not entirely willing to risk pissing him off... instead she simply worked her jaw some, letting the muscles relax and move some. He spoke to her again through the mark, his thoughts calm. <i>("Drink this.") </i>She felt him press the mouth of a bottle to her lips, and as he tipped it for her, she tasted fresh water running into her mouth. She happily drank, given that her mouth and throat were beginning to go dry.



Yet soon enough Tristan pulled the bottle away from her ordered her to open her mouth again. She did, and soon enough, she felt the metal ring slipping back into place before he redid the clasp. A moment later she felt him give a light tug on her collar. <i>("Come along. Enough dallying.")</i> He ordered lightly, and turned away from her. 



However, she surprised him when he felt the leash begin to tighten and pull back against him... He wasn't sure of it at first, but it quickly became apparent that while she was moving with him, she was also trying to be slower than him... That she was, indeed, dallying. Tristan felt an excited thrill burn through him, and when he looked back, he was certain he could see the corner of her mouth, even held open by the metal ring in her mouth, curl up lightly in a smile... She was testing him. Testing his control over her... It seemed he was right in his initial assessment of her change... She wanted to test him and his dominance, yet still long for it...So Tristan responded appropriately. 



Celestine felt him stop and then before she knew it, she was pinned up against the wall once again. Despite herself, Celestine felt herself smiling lightly... <i>("You are dragging behind on purpose Celestine.")</i> Tristan said to her, his voice low, rumbling and barely controlled as it sounded in her mind. 



<i>("I-I don't know what you mean...") </i>She replied, cautious as she tested the waters... Celestine had no idea how far his patience would go, and knew if she pushed him to far, his response could become dangerous... But at the same time, that just made it all the more thrilling. 



<i>("Liar.") </i>Tristan declared, and Celestine squirmed in his strong grip. She felt one of his hands slip down her chest, over one of her breasts, where he flicked her nipple lightly, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through her, before his hand grazed over her stomach, making the demonic mark that surrounded her navel tingle wonderfully, until eventually his hand slipped into her panties and drove his fingers into her pussy...



Celestine let out a pleasured gasp before she began to squirm more in his firm grip. Her legs closed tightly, but it didn't seem to force him away from her pussy as his fingers began to pump in and out of her quickly moistening cunt. Her breath devolved into quick pants as each thrust began to dig deeper into her. In moments the heat from her pussy spread throughout her body and soon Celestine was almost bucking and jerking upon his relentless fingers. It was like he knew every inch of her pussy, and knew every sensitive spot. He would toy with one sensitive bundle of flesh for a while, watching as her pleasure grew and grew, only to pull away when she came close to cumming... Only to let her come back down from her high and drive into her again.



Over and over Celestine was brought up to dizzying heights, right on the edge of falling into an orgasm that would leave her a shuddering and gasping mess. But each time Tristan slowed down he dragged her back down from her soaring pleasure, preventing her from reaching satisfaction. It didn't take long for Celestine to realize that he was teasing her, and more importantly, that he was even controlling whether or not she was going to reach her climax. That realization in of itself nearly made her cream in her panties as she was overwhelmed by the perverse pleasure that knowledge brought. Yet Tristan's expert ministrations pulled her back quickly enough to prevent her from falling over the edge at the sudden realization. Once she came down again, Tristan relentlessly pushed her back up. 



Celestine began to feel lightheaded as she almost began to hyperventilate. It was all too much to handle, and she didn't think she could mentally survive being pulled back from cumming even once more. It was torturous, and Celestine feared she would go mad if she didn't climax soon... Every ride up was filled with hope, and Tristan brought her so close she could almost reach out and take it. But he always dragged her back again, not giving her release. 



<i>("I'm sorry!")</i> Celestine cried out as she gave a desperate and frustrated moan. 



<i>("What are you sorry for? I thought you said that you were not dallying?") </i>Tristan pressed ruthlessly.



<i>("You were right! I lied... I lied about not going slowly.")</i> Celestine admitted; her whole body bucking as Tristan's hand began to drag her up once again. Celestine felt the impending orgasm, and desperately needed to feel it rock through her whole body... She knew she couldn't take the up and down ride of bliss even one more time... 

<hr pg="5" /><i>("Why did you lie?")</i> Tristan pressed as she nearly reached the peak of her pleasure, pausing and holding her there while he waited for her answer. 



<i>("I...") </i>Celestine hesitated, reluctant to answer his question because of how vulnerable it could leave her. However when she felt him began to pull back from her pussy, threatening to leave her unfulfilled, something inside her simply snapped, and it all came out<i>. ("I wanted you to reinforce your control! I knew you would if I resisted! If I fought against you! Please, finish it!")</i> Celestine mentally screamed out to him. 



Tristan chuckled lowly in response to her thoughts, as she was almost completely lost to the physical pleasure he gave her, and the emotional pleasure she felt from his command over her. Her admittance stirred something in him, and he intended to act on it... He continued to pull back with his fingers, just long enough for Celestine to realize that he had paused and that she was beginning to slip back down again. He saw the disbelief on her features and enjoyed them, but just before she could cry out, Tristan drove deeply into her hungry cunt, as his thumb ground hard against her firm clit. 



As Tristan's fingers drove into her, Celestine was suddenly hurled back up onto the edge of climax, teetering over that yawning chasm. However when his thumb pressed her button, her world went white and Celestine's whole body arched as her climax exploded out from her... Her whole body flexed, and Tristan could hear the metal ring in her mouth creek as she bit down hard, and the leather binding her arms strain as she pulled reflexively. Yet somehow they held, and Celestine suddenly went limp as her body still shook and vibrated lightly from the aftershocks that rocked her as she slumped back down to the ground, with Tristan catching her and setting her down before she landed too badly. 



He looked to her, already a mess again even before the big debut... He had planned on presenting her when she was relatively fresh, but recent events had made that impossible. Not that he minded overly... she had a beauty all her own when she was like this. Tristan lifted his hand to his mouth and began to enjoy the taste of her honey, giving her a chance to catch her breath before he pushed her again. After all, they day had just begun...



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Ivy awoke to the scene of a night spent in carnal debauchery surrounding her. Strewn across the floor were a half dozen men and women, all of which she had plied her trade on over the course of the evening, her host, chief amongst them. She was fairly certain that they were all still alive, not remembering having eaten any of them over the course of her night whipping and beating them. That said, they were going to be sore whenever they eventually woke up, and likely for a week after the fun she had with these worms. 



Not that she gave a damn. They were human, and as far as she was concerned, existed only for her pleasure and sustenance, and nothing more. Unfortunately, four nights ago, some of her food went and tried to bite her back after becoming some horrible skeletal monster, covered in black tendrils and dark fire... She had managed to kill it, but only barely, and her loft had gotten trashed in the process. She had been living here since then, passing the time with the mortals that wanted her to torture and abuse them... 



Yet despite enjoying her activities, she knew she was likely in hot water... She had missed Court entirely, and as a result, probably missed a lot of gossip and a chance to elevate her standing, but also to announce her continued service to Durial. She wondered if her lord was still even alive, given that he was supposed to be in a Clash. She suspected he was fine, but one never knew with those sorts of things. The idea of finding a new noble to serve left a sour taste in Ivy's mouth. She liked Durial, even if he didn't fit perfectly into her fantasies. He was close enough, and just thinking about him made her pussy ache. Still, now that Court was over, she knew he would be home, and the heat should have died down enough for her to report to her Lord. 



So Ivy got up, and after putting on clothes that the normal world wouldn't scream bloody murder about, took her leave and headed to her Lord's home. Normally she would have simply called any issues she had in, but somehow she doubted that would suffice in this instance... given her dinner turned into some horrible creature who's flames she suspected could have burnt her to cinders...



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<i>'Am I really doing this?'</i> Celestine asked herself as she followed Tristan. He had given her a few moments to catch her breath, but little more than that before he demanded she be up and moving again. This time however, she did not dally, and instead kept up with him, despite her still shaky legs. The question came now that she had a moment to actually think, without an unrelenting arousal in her head constantly drawing her attention elsewhere. However it was more accurate to say that her lust had only been sated for now. Every time she felt the gentle tug on the collar she wore, or she shifted her jaw around the ring in her mouth or arms in her bindings, she was reminded of her situation, and despite her best efforts, she could feel her desires smoldering again. 



The obvious answer to her question was that 'yes she was doing this'. She was letting Tristan dominate her; or rather it was more accurate to say that she didn't have a choice. Then again, she found she was enjoying it, so she couldn't work up the resentment she might have once been able to manage. Beyond that, the fact was that she didn't want him to stop. She was still exploring this sensation for the first time, and she doubted she had even begun to reach its end. If anything, she felt a sort of liberation from her confinement, despite the contradiction. 



Yet at the same time some part of her pulled uncomfortably, constantly niggling at her that this was wrong. That she shouldn't be enjoying this like she was. That doing this with Tristan was everything she swore she wouldn't do. It wasn't arguing that the action itself was wrong anymore, not like her instincts used to tell her. But instead it was now focused on Tristan, even though it was him that caused this... change? revelation? She didn't know what to call it, but she liked it. But then that was the hold up. That despite the fact that she was very much enjoying this, she knew that Tristan was, by his very nature, a monster that fed on human souls... A monster that planned on eating her someday... 



A tug on her collar pulled Celestine away from such thoughts as she turned a corner with him. She felt him slowing and curiosity began to get the better of her as she wondered where he was taking her. When he spoke to her through the mark, she found herself almost hanging off every word, given that he was the only way she had of knowing her surroundings at all. <i>("Stop here for a moment.")</i> He commanded simply, and Celestine, still topped off from her last enforcement of his authority, listened dutifully. 



But after a few moments she found that she was getting anxious, and that the lack of movement was leaving her unsure. With no consistent tugging upon her collar, she realized she had no idea if Tristan simply didn't just drop the leash and walk away from her... She might have been able to feel such movements through her feet if she were paying attention, but she seriously doubted it, especially if Tristan snuck about as he had before... 



Celestine thought about speaking up, but hesitation gnawed at her. She didn't want to interrupt whatever it was he was doing. Yet the need to know he was there continued to bother her. So instead, Celestine took a tentative step forwards, pointing a shoulder out in place of her hands as she slowly reached around for him. It was a strange sensation for her, and not one she would normally see herself doing. But as helpless as she was right now, it was all she could really do. She thought he might be mad at her pawing around like she was... but a part of her told her it didn't matter, she needed to know where he was, and in order to do that, she would have to be touching him...



So when her shoulder brushed what she could only guess was him, a slight gasp escaped her before she withdrew a few inches, hoping that she hadn't angered him or something. However, when she felt a ripple of curiosity run through him, she hesitantly moved forwards again, until she eventually made contact with what she suspected was his arm. When he didn't move away, she moved a little bit more, ensuring she had a fair amount of reassuring contact with him. 



After a moment she felt he was pleased with her actions, instead of angry like she worried he might have been. She wondered why she felt the need to maintain contact with him like this. If she were free of her bonds and had her senses returned to her, she doubted she would feel like this, but in this helpless state, everything seemed slightly different. Still, the contact filled her with a wave of warm happiness. 



That is until he called into question her actions. <i>("Celestine... what are you doing?")</i>



Celestine was almost startled by the suddenness of his question and backed off a bit, though not enough to separate them completely. <i>("N-Noth-"</i> )



Tristan cut her off mid thought. <i>("You should be aware I will be less generous the next time I catch you lying.") </i>His tone was pleasant and amused, even as Celestine felt herself blushing at having been caught fibbing. 



The problem was, she wasn't entirely sure why she felt the need to be in contact with him. <i>("I-I don't know.") </i>Celestine answered honestly.



<i>("Take a guess.")</i> Tristan pressed firmly.



Celestine cursed to herself, not exactly happy that she was being forced into this. <i>("It might be because I can't feel where you are through the leash when it's slack. I don't want to get separated from you like last time, and making contact helps me know where you are.") </i>Celestine suggested as a possible answer. 



She could feel Tristan smiling though, before he spoke back. <i>("Or could it be that you just feel like you need to be near me? That you desire to be in contact with the one who controls you?")</i> 



Celestine went even redder as he spoke to her, and Tristan loved watching her expression, even distorted as it was by her blindfold and gag... <i>("I-I told you... I don't know for sure. That may be the case...") </i>Celestine admitted to the possibility at least. <i>("Is it a problem?") </i>she challenged, not letting herself succumb to her own hesitation.



Her answer came when Tristan leaned back and expanded the contact between them. <i>("Hardly. I would have thought that you would have come to the conclusion that I greatly enjoy being in contact with you. Though normally, I would expect a lot more than just this...") </i>Celestine heard the lewd undertone and images of him pressed bodily up against her began to filter into her mind from her own imagination. It didn't help that he seemed to react to her growing arousal with a fresh wave of lust that washed over her, taking her breath away at its intensity... Celestine had to wonder if they had just pictured the same thing as her...



But Tristan forced down his own desires for a moment to speak again. <i>("But I think it is time we pressed on. Do you have any idea where we are right now?") </i>Tristan asked with anticipation ringing in his voice. 



Celestine couldn't help the shudder that ran through her at his tone; like this was something he had been looking forward to for a while. <i>("No, I don't have a clue other than I think we are still in your home.")</i> Celestine responded lightly, her own thoughts betraying her own anticipation. 



<i>("Good... Now I'm going to open a door in front of us, and you are going to walk out in the adjoining room. Take about twenty-five steps, and then stop. I'll be behind you, holding the leash, but I won't be leading you. I want to see you walking openly, do you understand?")</i> Tristan asked, excitement tinting his attempts to keep calm. 



Celestine however was confused by his commands, but didn't see the issue with them. It just seemed odd that he would go to all this trouble to make her take twenty some odd steps... Not that she was complaining. This was an enlightening experience, and while she wanted to stretch her boundaries further, she wondered if he had decided that this was the extent of it for today. However she recalled that he had set aside a fair amount of time for her today, and she didn't think they had been at this for terribly long. Then again her sense of time was distorted by the blindfold and earplugs... <i>("Yes, I understand.") </i>



She felt his immense desire threaten to overwhelm her, but she fought to maintain her control as he spoke up again. <i>("Good...") </i>Celestine felt a rush of air from what she guessed was a door opening, before she felt his hand on the small of her back give her a gentle push. Calmly, Celestine began to walk, however after two steps; she hesitated, as her senses began to register something in the next room. Something became 'some things', as Celestine's senses detected no less than a dozen demonic presences in the next room, all formed in a circle of sorts, with the center ahead of her... approximately twenty three feet ahead of her. 



Sudden panic flared and collided with the erotic image of what she thought the room might be like if she actually walked in... Surely he didn't expect her to walk in front of the arranged demons. Most of them were lust demons, succubi most likely. Though she could tell some were wrath and pride demons, and she could almost feel their anticipation. It was then that Celestine realized this wasn't just some mistake, that Tristan hadn't just randomly chosen a room and told her to go into it. She wasn't wrong when she suspected he was going to parade her around...



Celestine took a hesitant step back, uncertainty beginning to creep in as she tried to recognize some of the unknown demons, and soon found that she couldn't. However, she didn't back up far before she bumped into Tristan. <i>("What are you doing Celestine? I told you to walk forwards.")</i> Tristan's tone was firm, but his words and the contact with him somehow assayed Celestine's growing concerns. 



<i>("You want me to walk out in front of all of them?")</i> Celestine asked, less angry than she guessed she'd be. Instead she was scared and unsure, while at the same time the erotic image of herself standing amongst others, all starting at her, continued to play in her mind. The idea of them watching her as she walked in and seeing her exposed and helpless aroused her. She wondered if any of them would begin to masturbate at the site of her... Or if she was some sort of offering from Tristan to them... The masturbation in her fantasy turned into fornication, as she imagined them rubbing up against her as their hands explored her body... She shuddered, even as doubt gnawed at her. 



<i>("Yes. That is exactly what you are going to do.")</i> Celestine felt him begin to push her and she took a reluctant step forwards. <i>("There is no point in hesitation Celestine. This will happen whether you want it to or not. Now go.") </i>Tristan commanded and pushed her forwards once again. 



Celestine took another step, her breath quickening as her heart thundered in her ears. The erotic images that kept her fear at bay were disrupted when Celestine realized something. <i>("Why d-do they want to see me? Especially the wrath and pride demons... What could they possibly want to see me for?") </i> She asked as she took another step. It was then that she realized she was shaking lightly... 



However the shaking paused as she felt a gentle pull on her collar, not enough to stop her, but enough to remind her that Tristan was there with her. <i>("What a silly question. They are here because they lust after you and your beautifully succulent body. They want to see you, up close and in the flesh, bared and helpless. Even those not dedicated to lust can feel it Celestine... The pride and wrath demons are all still male after all... They've all seen you from afar, and even that has been enough to make them become hard at the thought of you...") </i>His voice was low and rumbling, sending ripples of growing excitement through her mind, reigniting her fantasies. 



Tristan's words made Celestine's breath catch as she took another step forwards. She was in the room now, and could feel the eyes from the first few turning to look towards her... Despite herself, and her hesitation, Celestine could feel her pussy become damp again. The idea that they were here to see her, and her alone, kept bouncing around in her head, becoming more and more attractive with each moment. <i>("They... They want me?") </i>She asked taking another step forwards, more confidently this time. 



Tristan replied immediately. <i>("We <b>all</b> want you Celestine... Don't you understand that yet? Even the female lust demons want you, but all of them can only look... You are mine, and I don't feel inclined to let them do anything other than watch.") </i>Tristan accented his point when he brushed up against her again, and she felt his hardened manhood poking her through a thin layer of cloth. His words assured her that nothing beyond looking was likely to happen, but still, the idea stuck in her mind.



Celestine's breathing was quick and shallow at this point, but the sudden contact with Tristan made up her mind for her... Before she could stop herself, Celestine strode out amongst them, not hiding herself any longer. The notion that they wanted to see her sent a shock of excitement running through her as she took each step. She could almost feel their gazes turn upon her, could almost hear their breathing accelerate as blood rushed to their cocks and pussies began to flood at the sight of her...



She couldn't see any of them though, and that in itself made Celestine quake at the perversion of it. She felt like she was on the stage of some high class erotic display, where the stage was lit, but the seating was all dark and obscured. Where she would show herself off to everyone as they imagined what they would do to her if they had the opportunity. Celestine felt her cunt gush as it soaked her panties and begin to run down her legs... 



And then she heard one of them cheering something to her. Celestine couldn't understand the words, but she heard some muffled roar of approval from one of the wrath demons in particular. Instinctively she turned to face him, and the cheering grew louder... It didn't take long for the jeers and cries for her to start coming from everywhere around her, muffled by the earplugs, keeping her from understanding anything that they asked for. 



<i>("Do you hear them?") </i>Tristan asked lowly, as she felt another gentle tug on her collar. <i>("Do you hear them voicing how they long for you to turn towards them? Take the lust demoness to your right... She says she loves seeing your tight ass quiver as you move and wishes she could bend you over and spank your beautiful bottom...") </i>



Tristan's explanation of what the demoness said aloud sent Celestine's imagination into a frenzy, as she pictured herself bent over the demoness's knees before she felt the sharp sting of a hand against her ass over and over again, sending wonderful shocks to her core... Celestine, without even realizing what she was doing, turned her bottom towards where she guessed the lust demoness was and moved her hips slowly and teasingly. The cry that came from that direction exploded in volume, and Celestine was certain that the demoness was spouting a stream of pleased obscenities... 



She heard Tristan's low chuckle through the demonic mark over the canopy of muffled shouts from all around her. <i>("It's a shame you can't see her Celestine... she's fingering herself as hard as she can right now as she watches you and your beautiful bottom... it won't be long before she cums in front of everyone...") </i>

<hr pg="6" />Celestine shuddered lightly at Tristan's words and couldn't help but let out a low restrained moan. It lasted only a moment, but it was apparently enough for that one member of her audience, as Celestine heard the demoness shriek out her ecstasy as the demoness's pleasure grew... <i>("Do you hear what you've done Celestine?")</i> Tristan's thoughts sounded again, as she could feel his own lust for her, barely contained. She felt him move up behind her, and pull her down so that she was beginning to bend over. 



<i>("Wa-wait... what are you going to do?!")</i> Celestine asked, her thoughts hazy with her own arousal. She already guessed what he was going to do, and part of her hesitated at provoking the already aroused demons. But another part basked in this sort of perverse attention. Besides, she knew she didn't have a choice. Tristan was in control, not her.



<i>("I'm going to show her what she wants...") </i>Tristan replied as she felt him pull her down a touch more with her bottom facing the demoness... <i>("You should hear her Celestine... she's begging me to spank you...")</i> Celestine was unsure if she should object or not... Rationally she knew this was deviant in nature, but it felt so good... To good to stop now... Tristan didn't warn her before his hand came down and sent a stinging shock throughout her whole body. 



Celestine's voice rang out in a high cry as Tristan kneaded her toned ass under his hand... However Celestine wasn't the only one that was moaning as she could vaguely hear the demoness reaching her crescendo. When Tristan's hand came down again, on the opposite cheek this time, there was no mistaking the pleasured wail that came from Celestine, as it mixed with the demoness's now climaxing voice. 



Celestine was breathing hard as Tristan continued to knead her bottom. <i>("She just came Celestine... Seeing you being spanked made her cum, and cum hard at that. She's a panting mess right now, Toes curled and eyes rolled up slightly as she enjoys the aftershocks... You did this to her.")</i> Tristan's thoughts were proud and supremely pleased with Celestine. That in itself made it hard for Celestine to be upset with what just happened. She knew she should be angry or at least objecting to the fact that she was being used as an object of masturbation. But the truth was, she was enjoying it, even if she could not see those who pleasured themselves. No... the fact that she couldn't see them added to the strange perversion of it, and made her body shiver in ecstasy, even though she knew it was wrong by normal moral standards.



However Tristan continued to speak to her, even as he pulled her upright again and turned her to another demon in the small crowd. <i>("Can you hear him? The wrath demon who's roaring that he wants to eat your oozing cunt out. He wants to spread your legs wide so he can lick every inch of you before he nips and plays with your clit. He wants to drink deeply of your honey, before lapping up a mouthful, and then let it ooze down into your mouth so that you might savor the taste with him.") </i> As Tristan spoke, he seemed to leave her side for a moment, before coming back and dropping something along side her with enough of a thump for her to feel it through her bare feet. 



Before she knew it, he was grasping one of her ankles and lifting her foot up to rest upon what she guessed was a chair, forcing her to spread her legs open. As soon as he had moved her, Celestine realized what he was going to do, and instinctively began to pull her legs closed. However when Tristan spoke to her, his voice was level and threatening in tone, all the while stained with wicked lust. <i>("Did I tell you to move?")</i>



Celestine stopped quickly, and before she realized it, she had returned to her original position, and even went as far as to spread her legs a little more for him. <i>("No.") </i>She answered quickly, trying to placate him and avoid anything worse than what he already had in mind. As much as part of her was reveling in what was happening, the still rational side of her speculated that Tristan, for all his delightful ministrations on her and promises of not stopping until he was satisfied, was probably still holding back... 



<i>("Correct, so you will stay exactly where you are unless I tell you to do otherwise. This is going to happen, even if I have to tie you down and completely immobilize you.")</i> Tristan promised as she felt his hands slide down her sides and around towards her groin as he reached down from behind her. She felt him grasp her panties before he simply tore the wet fabric away from her. <i>("And now I've taken your last vestige of modesty.")</i> Tristan whispered to her through the mark, making Celestine shudder powerfully at his lewd tone and from the muffled roars of approval from all around her. 



Tristan didn't explain what he was going to do next, he didn't need to. Celestine knew what was coming. Yet despite knowing, it was still startling enough for Celestine to let out a shuddering gasp as she felt Tristan's tongue slowly lap up her oozing quim. She could only vaguely hear the ruckus cheering around her as her mind filled with white noise as Tristan continued to play his skills against her. It wasn't long before he was driving his tongue into her quivering pussy, teasing and playing at the sensitive flesh within. 



Celestine began the inevitable climb towards climax as Tristan was relentless as he feasted upon her sweet pussy. Over and over again she told herself that this was wrong. That she had to flee and break away from him. But over and over again his tongue would send a juddering shock of pleasure through her that made her cunt gush and make her forget her misgivings for a moment or two. He would then lap it all up, starting low at the insides of her thighs and work his way up to her pussy again, until he eventually reached her clit and would give a light teasing nip or suck on the over sensitive nub as he let her juices ooze down her legs before he started the cycle anew. 



<i>("T-Tristan! Please, st-stop. I can't hold it back much l-longer!") </i>Celestine pled<i> </i>weakly. Though the only answer she got was the feeling of him smiling lightly against her pussy as he drove into her once again with his skilled tongue. True to her word, Celestine's back began to arch and her whole body began to shudder uncontrollably as her climax overtook her. In moments Celestine was crying out sharply as Tristan locked his mouth to her pussy as she came hard, taking every drop of her honey and lapping it up, savoring her sweet taste... 



By the time Celestine's orgasm reached its end, she was barely able to stand, and as Tristan pulled away from her, she felt herself swaying weakly. However, before she fell back, Tristan took her firmly and she felt him press his mouth up against hers, even opened as it was by her ring gag. A moment later, she began to taste herself as he let her own juices slide into her mouth, his tongue coiling around hers as it helped share what he savored so much. Despite herself, Celestine didn't hesitate in accepting his offering, as she whimpered lightly in his strong arms.



She heard Tristan chuckle in her mind, even as he continued to deliver her juices into her own hungry mouth. <i>("And then there is him... The pride demon there, to the right of the wrath demon... He wishes he could see you on your knees, head tilted up towards him... panting hard as you wait for his 'blessings'.") </i>Tristan pulled away and released her, even as she savored the last of his offering to her. Celestine stood there for a long moment unsure of what to do, even as she felt Tristan's expectation. She knew roughly where the pride demon was, but she didn't understand what Tristan was expecting.



<i>("What do you want me to do?")</i> Celestine asked as she kept her thoughts as level as she could. She was at least able to keep her thoughts from showing the niggling desire to please him, even as she tried to keep in mind that she was doing this for the Third Demonic Mark and for information about the Fell Born, not to please him or herself for that matter... It was hard though, as he stimulated her in ways she had no idea how to resist and with such intensity that she had trouble holding her desires and emotions back. 



<i>("Come now Celestine. You know what is required of you by this point...") </i>Tristan said frankly, his thoughts tinted with anticipation and barely contained lust that made her quiver lightly. 



As he shared his thoughts, she understood what he meant... The spanking, him eating her out, those were both things the demons wished they could do to her. But now, this fantasy required her to act. She thought about the words Tristan used to describe what the pride demon wanted of her. He wanted her to kneel and wait for his 'blessings'... It could have meant a number of things, but given the erotic nature of what was happening around her, Celestine couldn't help but assume it meant his cum...



Celestine was startled when she realized that she was already kneeling to Tristan, with her head tilted up and her breath quickening at just the thought of tasting his addictive seed. <i>("W-...When did I?")</i> Celestine asked numbly, even as her body warmed again just at the thought of tasting him. However her question was pushed from her mind as she began to detect the aroma of his erect manhood... Quickened breaths turned to hungry pants as Celestine desperately wished she could see... She wanted to see him looking down at her and see his magnificent cock... She could picture it now, long and thick and throbbing. Celestine's mouth began to water as she tried to refocus, and figure out what the hell was going on with her...



He answered her unintentional question. <i>("About the moment after I mentioned that you knew what was required.") </i>Celestine could hardly believe his words, and it was then that she realized that her emotions and desires had gotten the best of her for a moment, or rather, a moment at the very least. What should have been even more concerning was the fact that she didn't even realize it until after it happened. <i>("Not surprising...") </i>Tristan continued. <i>("As aroused as you are, even now after cumming several times today, your body is just acting on your desires and emotions. Hardly anything wrong with that.") </i>Tristan assured. 



Conflict raged inside Celestine. On one hand everything Tristan had done to her today had felt... well it felt wonderfully ecstatic. He had shown her pleasures she had only imagined and even now, with all the demons watching her, she felt a strong sense of sexual power running through her, and it aroused her mightily. They were watching her... masturbating and cumming at the sight of her in their fantasies. She knew that feeling such things was, by many standards, immoral, but it all felt so good she didn't think she could stop... Hell, she knew Tristan wouldn't let her stop, and that in itself was exciting and aroused her further. His domination over her was almost total, and she loved it more and more each time she found a new aspect in which he was controlling her... And then there was the question of if she actually wanted to stop...



But this was too dangerous... She was slipping down the slope too fast, and she couldn't control her descent. Celestine knew she had to break away from him, that she had to escape this situation somehow... She forced herself to start rising, to get off her knees and pull away.



But that focus was nearly completely obliterated when she felt his hard rod brush along her cheek as she began to get up off her knees. The tip of which was already leaking a bit of pre-cum, leaving a slight smear on her cheek as she moved. In that moment everything froze and Celestin felt her mouth go dry as her head began to swim in his powerful alluring aroma. The scent of a man, of Tristan, invaded her senses, and stopped her dead in her tracks as the war within herself escalated. 



She could hear the muffled rumbling coming from all around her, many of the demons cheering Tristan on or crying out for her to service him. But that was all a background din as she tried to fight against her desires and wants that were threatening to drag her down into uncontrolled depravity... She couldn't... No... she shouldn't... 



Despite herself, a low frustrated moan came from her throat as Celestine began to push her desires aside. For all the excitement Tristan had shown her, for all the pleasures he had heaped upon her, she knew there was a very real chance she was going to simply break if she stayed on her knees...



Celestine began to rise again, even as her desires screamed at her to get back down on her knees and taste his wonderful cock. She felt horrible as she pulled away, denying her own desires like this was like driving a knife in her gut and twisting it, and her heart felt painfully tight in her chest... She knew this would upset him... Hell it would infuriate him. But... But she just couldn't... could she?



However, even before Celestine's knees got even a few inches off the ground, she felt Tristan's hand upon her shoulder, pushing her back down again. His hand wasn't rough, and it didn't cause her any pain, but it would not be denied... Celestine couldn't help but let out a whimper as she tried to keep pushing up against him, resisting as best she could, but Tristan pushed just a touch more, and soon she was back onto her knees again...



Tristan spoke to her though the demonic mark, voice low and pleased. She could feel her resistance and reluctance only excited him more, and his lust washed over her once again, making her shiver in unwelcome delight at how much he wanted her. <i>("I told you Celestine... I stripped away all your self control. You have no choices here... only my demands.") </i>He accented the point as he took a handful of her hair and held her head in place as he gently rubbed the tip of his cock along her cheek. <i>("Now say it...") </i>



His powerful dominance sent anther surge of unwelcome pleasure and desire through her, making her already muddled mind spin at his commands... And despite herself, despite all her misgivings about how he had abducted her against her will, despite the fact that she knew submitting to him was not only wrong, but also terribly dangerous, despite all those things, Celestine felt her body shuddering with the crushing arousal and pleasure his words laid upon her. But the question of if she would she still be herself if she broke down and admitted his control, filled her mind over and over. The question rang in her mind even as she could feel her pussy almost drip with want, and her mouth felt dry and she thirsted to taste him and his delicious seed again... 



The world seemed to slow down as she tortured herself with the question. It would feel so good to just give in... The pleasures he would rain on her would be worth it, wouldn't they? They were worth who she was as an individual... weren't they? No... No it couldn't be... but she wanted it so badly... Every fiber of her being screamed for it... But she couldn't just be some simpering lump of meat, begging him to fuck her either!



<i>What a silly question...</i> 



Celestine's eternal circle of self-questioning and doubt went silent as she felt her inner voice's presence, and heard her words. 



<i>'What do you mean?'</i> Celestine asked desperately. 



<i>I mean the argument that we're apparently having with ourselves, is silly. </i>Her other side replied frankly. 



<i>'It... It's fucking important!' </i>Celestine snapped back <i>'I... I want so much of what he is offering but... but I can't submit like that! He could eat my fucking soul if I do, never mind that it would be giving up everything I am! I won't be a slave! I can't be! I'm not some weak little girl who needs a man to feel satisfied! But... But it feels so good... having him give me all this... " </i>Celestine responded, less sure at the end than at the beginning.<i> </i>



Celestine heard her inner voice sigh tiredly. <i>There are days I can't believe we are the same person... Alright, well here's your answer, cause apparently your side of 'us' is too stubborn to see it. That is... unless you don't want my help?</i> Her inner voice asked, almost teasingly. 



Celestine couldn't believe what she was hearing... was she teasing herself? Jeez... a psychiatrist could have a field day with her. But that wasn't important right now.<i> 'Damn It YES! Am I really going to make myself beg?'</i>



Celestine almost ground her teeth as she heard her other side laugh playfully. <i> No, but that would be something to see...</i> Celestine felt like her other side was almost shaking her head before it continued and pressed up behind her, soothing Celestine's turbulent mind as it hugged her tightly.



<i>Don't be the submissive fuck toy you seem to think he wants us to be... but don't be our domineering belligerent self either...</i>



<i>'What? I'm... I'm not domineering or belligerent!'</i> Celestine argued. 



<i>Yes we are... or at least we are when you don't listen to me or our desires. You are domineering because you have to control everything about you all the damn time... You are belligerent because you spit in the face of everything Tristan has given us, including a place to live, food, pleasure and joy. Never mind the truest friend we've ever known in Rena. Don't get me wrong, we've gotten better compared to when he first kidnapped us...But you refuse to acknowledge who helped us get over some of those foibles. </i>



Celestine cringed at her inner voice's words. Tristan had said something similar, about how she was getting over her 'unrelenting unforgiving self control'... <i>'Okay okay! I get it... I can be a real stick in the mud sometimes.'</i>



<i>Stick? Think more of a great oak with miles of roots... But that's beside the point. I told you that we can be domineering and belligerent when you don't listen to our desires. I also said not to be a weak little fuck toy either. Which you'll notice, is something we do not want to become.</i>



<i>'Then what are my options here?! You still aren't telling me anything I didn't already know!'</i> Celestine replied, frustration quickly threatening to overtake her again. 



Celestine heard her inner voice sigh again before it spoke up once more. <i>Be the person we always should have been... Be the person you've let out on rare occasions... The person who will dare him to control us. Be the one who can resist him and his dominance, and test him at every opportunity when that dominance shows any weakness... Be the person he longs for us to be! Be the woman who is not just conquered once, but must be conquered over and over and over again! He doesn't' want an air headed fuck toy, nor does he want an unmovable stone! He wants us! He knows we can be the woman he longs for, and so do we. Now it's time to become that person again... </i>



Celestine hesitated at the confidence her inner voice seemed to radiate... there was no hesitation there... No unwillingness to grow and change... Instead there just seemed to be some overwhelming urge to press on. <i>'What do you mean... be that person again?' </i>Celestine asked slowly, her fears and inner turmoil slipping away as understanding began to take root.



<i>We were her, for a little while earlier today, when we realized that our feelings are not wrong or evil. He wants someone to test his domination. We know that's the truth. He's said as much in the past, and we've driven him nearly mad with desire when we resist him. Even earlier today when we tested him, we felt how much it excited him! We were always that person. Always... You've just hidden us under chains and shackles that you used to protect us from being hurt again...Like when we were in pain over Vic's death... Unfortunately, those barriers that were meant to protect us, also kept us from moving on...But it's time to throw those chains and shackles off, and become that person again. We can have almost everything we want, but still be strong and independent... just like we were always meant to be.</i>

<hr pg="7" />Celestine knelt there, Tristan's hand still upon her as the world seemed to speed up again... For long moments she pondered exactly what it meant to be the person her inner voice had described. But soon enough, Celestine just pushed such thoughts away... What it meant wasn't important. She was already that person... 



Tristan watched the change occur in Celestine again, and his heart thundered in its approval as he saw the evolution in her take place. He feared she had reverted back to her unyielding self, but her hesitation and confusion fell away, and were replaced with a cunning confidence that he knew would challenge him...She had stopped pushing up against his hand that held her down, and instead now tilted her head up looking to him, quick short pants escaping her lips that made her bust quiver tantalizingly with each breath. Her thoughts came to him through the Demonic Mark, and they were smooth and poised, and tinted with an excited playfulness. <i>("I have no control. I am under your domination.") </i>



Tristan smiled to himself, hearing her repeat those words. However a part of him was hoping that she would give something more than what she had said earlier in the day again. But before he could respond Celestine cut him off. <i>("So long as your hold over me remains firm that is...") </i>



Tristan frowned slightly, unsure what she meant... <i>("And if my grip loosens for even a moment?") </i>He asked, desperately trying to keep the hopeful desire he felt out of his tone. 



However, when she saw the corners of her mouth rise again, even around the ring that kept her from speaking, he already had his answer, and almost roared aloud in joy because of it. <i>("Then I shall break free of your dominion... and you will have to conquer me all over again...") </i>Tristan had to fight hard to keep himself from leaping in joy all over again as he heard her thoughts... Thoughts that told him that she would always challenge him, that she would always resist, and take every opportunity to break free of him. He could hear her anticipation, he could hear hope that he would slip, all so she could take advantage of it, and have him re-conquer her... Even bound, gagged, blinded and deafened as she was... even as completely and utterly helpless as she was, she still challenged him... And his soul sang in joy.



Celestine felt exhilarated and horny all at the same time... It was hard to believe she had just told him that, but even as she finished the words, she felt his cock buck hard against her cheek. That in itself was all the evidence she needed to know that this was the right path. The scalding wave of lust that radiated from him through the mark only confirmed what she already knew. Celestine basked in his approval and desire for her, shivering in delight and pleasure as she let his emotions wash over her. Still, she didn't let them influence her overly much... She needed to be watchful for weaknesses in him.



She would never break, never completely. She would not become a simpering fuck puppet who bared herself at every opportunity, but she wouldn't torture herself and deprive herself from enjoying his attentions and the pleasure he could give her... But he would have to fight for the opportunity to heap it upon her. She wasn't a tart, and wouldn't jump every time he suggested they screw... And at the same time she would earn the third Demonic Mark, and when the time was right, strike back. She had warned him after all. She had told him she would not be complacent...



Still, that left her in the now, and she could tell he was still reveling in her new found confidence and not paying as much attention as he should have been. Smiling lightly to herself, Celestine moved just enough to pull away from him and break contact from his cock. However, she still stayed kneeling in front of him, and could not pull out of his hand completely. In essence, she was defying him, over a few inches... 



The movement drew Tristan's attention and he smiled grimly as she pulled away slightly. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to get his cock out of her face for a moment... <i>("I see that you've moved without permission again.") </i> He commented absently as his grip tightened in her hair.



Celestine cocked her head as much as his grip allowed as she replied. <i>("Have I? Something was just poking me in the face and it was becoming slightly uncomfortable... you don't mind do you?")</i> Celestine asked innocently. 



Tristan however answered her by pulling her head forwards again. Celestine resisted the motion at first, but Tristan could see it was token resistance. He was reasserting his control over her, and given her accelerating breath and the flush that spread across her features, it seemed as if she was enjoying it. However Tristan startled her when she felt the head of his cock brush the tip of her tongue. The surprise quickly gave way to barely veiled excitement as she couldn't help but let out a light low moan... 



<i>("I, in fact do mind. Now it's time for you to get to work Celestine...") </i>He accented his point by rubbing the tip of his cock along her tongue. Celestine could feel him press his manhood against her sensitive appendage, and the aroma of him invaded her senses all over again. Despite herself, she felt her pussy oozing and could feel her nipples hardening even further. She was pleased to hear his low rumbling groan at the wet heat of her tongue as she shivered pleasantly beneath him. 



Yet Celestine again defied him as slipped her tongue into her mouth and away from his beautiful cock. It was hard for her, because the moment he pressed himself against her tongue she was able to taste him, and that brought all manner of delectable memories back. Not the least of which was the addicting taste of his hot thick cum... Still, she resisted, knowing it would only excite him more... 



Tristan didn't say anything at first, instead he simply jerked her head back some and it incited a pained but pleased gasp from Celestine as he held her head back tightly, making it harder to pull away. His hold on her made Celestine shiver before Tristan finally spoke up. She heard his rumbling voice muffled by the ear plugs as well as through the mark, so it was clear that he was ordering her for all to hear. <i>("Tongue out Celestine. Now! Or I'll never give the information you seek.")</i> 



She smiled lightly around her ring gag at his intentional vagueness. It warmed her to know that even while embroiled in lust, Tristan still made sure not to risk her safety. In response to his demands, Celestine slowly lolled her tongue out for him, hanging out as far as she could make it while letting out a low and hungry moan. She didn't answer him over the mark, she didn't see the point... Her moan showed how she really felt. 



Celestine shivered happily and let out a pleasured squeak as she felt him press his cock against her tongue, and a bead of his pre-cum oozed down into her mouth, reminding her of his wonderful taste. Instantly Celestine felt the desperate need for more than just that and her breathe quickened once again as need began to gnaw on her. Without prompting, Celestine began to lap at the head of his cock as best as she could given his stern hold on her. It wasn't much, and most of the movement was brought about by just what little reach she had with her tongue. <i>("T-Tristan...") </i>she began through the mark, her thoughts heavy with desire and need. <i>("Let me move a little bit more...I can hardly do this properly if I can't move at all...") </i>She reasoned, all the while lapping at the sensitive underside of his throbbing fuck stick. 



<i>("No.")</i> Tristan replied, his thoughts rumbling like grinding rock. <i>("I like watching you struggle like this... No, this will do very well for now. Now keep going.") </i>He finished, dominating arousal lining his thoughts. 



Celestine couldn't help but shudder hard in lewd excitement at his domineering tone; making her hot breath flutter as it washed over his manhood. <i>("Y-Yes...") </i>was all she could say in reply as she licked at him more, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and occasionally poking the narrow slit at the tip of his dick. For all her work, another dollop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock and before she could stop herself, Celestine was pushing forwards trying to force his cock into her mouth. Yet again, his firm hand held her in place, even as she let out a terribly frustrated whimper. <i>("Please! This is torture Tristan!")</i>



<i>("Is it now? Good... This is part of your punishment after all.")</i> Tristan replied coolly, not easing up on his grip even in the slightest. He basked in the ambient lust that filled the room. Every demon had its eyes glued on Celestine's ministrations... Many of them watched in fascinated awe, where others fingered or beat themselves furiously... Others still spouted obscenities, calling Celestine filthy names while egging her on to greater excesses. This wasn't Celestine being humiliated, at least not to Tristan's eyes, or any of theirs for that matter. Instead this was erotic lust being carried out to one of hundreds of possible conclusions...



 <i>("They are watching you Celestine.") </i>Tristan told her darkly. <i>("They are watching you with eyes full of lust and desire. Even the proudest amongst them who would look down their noses at a moral, are desperately fighting not to abandon their pride and fondle themselves unto completion... And you know what? They are losing...They all want you so badly, but they can't have you. Because you are mine...") </i>Tristan finished, a low rumbling growl emanating from him that she could almost feel through his cock and vaguely heard with her ears. The gravelly rumble was a warning to any of the demons who might think about surrendering to their desires and forget their place. He would not let them touch her... Not a single one...



The rumble that shook her body and mind made Celestine's pussy flinch pleasantly, as she felt teasingly empty. But she would not ask for him to fill her... It was as he had said, he was in control, and he decided how this would go. She saw no chinks in his command, though that might be because she was enjoying lapping at his cock too much... She could feel every twitch and pulse that ran through it at the tip of her tongue, like signals that she was doing a good job despite her handicap. But it wasn't like he was the only one being pleasured by this... Each move of her tongue against his hot cock sent tingling shocks through her to her dripping cunt. It was not utterly unlike before when he finger fucked her mouth, and what was once a strange sensation was now more than welcomed by Celestine. For a moment she was reminded of how he described how great oral sex was, and what both genders felt while servicing the each other... She found she couldn't find fault in his description...



However, soon Celestine realized that Tristan was beginning to approach his climax, and the thirst that had been staved off by a few tastes of pre-cum came snarling back. Her body shook as she forced down a wanting groan before it escaped her lips. <i>("Tristan... I know you're about to cum, I can feel it through your cock... please, in my mouth... I can't scoop it into my mouth with my hands bound... Please, don't waste it!") </i>Celestine demanded hungrily, as the memories of his taste filled her mind again. But memories weren't enough. Not when he was so close...



<i>("Now why should I consider anything you want Celestine?") </i>Tristan asked coolly. <i>("You can't say that you've been 'good' now can you? Defying me as you have been...") </i>Tristan let it hang, waiting for her reply as she flicked the tip of her tongue along the bottom of his cock. She wasn't wrong though, and despite his firm control over himself, he knew he was beginning to bend under the pressure of her delightfully sinful tongue. She was far better at fellatio than she was probably willing to accept. 



<i>("What do you want?") </i>She asked cautiously, still looking for weaknesses to exploit, but also to be wary in case Tristan demanded too much... She wasn't going to offer her soul after all... She might have been half crazed with lust, but she wasn't suicidal. After all, she couldn't potentially enjoy anything like this again if she was dead.



<i>("Your word... that for the next leg of your grand adventure through sin and lust, that you will accept any order I give...That you will obey my future instructions without hesitation or defiance. So what say you Celestine? Do you accept? Or shall I feed one of the lovely succubi that are watching you a fine gift in your stead?") </i>



Celestine felt a pang of possessiveness run through her that she had to force down before she answered. Despite her revelation, she knew such thoughts and feelings were just as dangerous as giving herself completely to Tristan... <i>("Oh god, there is more after this?") </i>Celestine shivered hard in a mix of anticipation and wariness. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. But that didn't matter... She wanted what he had to offer, and she wanted it now. <i>("Fine...I'll behave.") </i>She replied, her thoughts reluctant but honest...



Tristan grinned coldly before taking cock in hand and began to grind it against Celestine's outstretched tongue. Celestine, for her part, flattened her tongue to get as much contact as possible, and curled it lightly each time he withdrew, teasing the sensitive underside of his thick cock. Before long, Celestine could feel Tristan straining to hold back, but the end came regardless of his resistance. He seemed to be mindful enough of the fact that Celestine wouldn't be able to swallow with the gag on though, and he quickly took it off her. Instantly Celestine opened her mouth wide and hung her tongue out for him as he held the head of his cock on her stretched out tongue before he let out a grinding rumbling roar that echoed in the room and in Celestine's mind through the Demonic Mark.



When Celestine felt the first hot spurt of his seed splash into her mouth, she let out a low satisfied moan as her pussy quivered, and before she knew it, she was cumming right along with him. The taste of him alone was enough to set her off, especially when she was as tightly wound up as she was from lapping at his cock and from her exhibitionism. Never mind the fact that she knew she was being controlled completely, which only served to make her all the hotter... She didn't swallow Tristan's spunk at first, longing to saver the taste of his hot thick cock cream, but when the second and third spurts of his potent seed began to fill her mouth, Celestine was forced to swallow it down, or risk it overflowing out of her mouth. It was difficult to get down though. She wanted to show everyone how he was coming in her mouth and the quantity and thickness she was dealing with, and so Celestine had to work hard to get it all down, occasionally closing her lips around the tip of his dick to swallow before pulling back again before another burst of his cock cream poured into her mouth. 



Tristan watched her as he came into her thirsty mouth, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she was kneeling and lapping at his heavy cock, and saw her shudder in absolute ecstasy each time she felt another blast of his thick cum splash against her tongue. He saw how hard she worked to swallow it down and not lose a single drop, and seeing her ecstatic thirst made him cum harder and reward her with more of what she thirsted after. However after a long, near-crippling orgasm, Tristan had completely emptied his balls, and Celestine was able to savor the last few mouthfuls now that the threat of loosing some of her precious reward was no longer present... He released his hold over her and let her lean back as she seemed to writhe in ecstasy. He couldn't help but observe her as she let his hot cum remain in her still open mouth for a long moment, rolling it around with her tongue as she savored its flavor for all to see, sighing and whimpering happily. He could see her tongue moving, stained white with his seed before eventually she took one last big swallow, and reopened her mouth for all to see that it was gone again. 



The demons around them were in the throws of their own their own orgasms and climaxes... Those that were not getting themselves off were fornicating with one another. Not being able to hold themselves back any more, they had sought an outlet for their lust in one another, and in moments it devolved into an orgy of unrepentant sex and debauchery. Tristan would have normally joined in with such a wanton display, but his plans for Celestine were hardly over... He moved forwards again, and slipped the gag back into her mouth, smiling at the ecstatic look of her as she rode out her own orgasm.



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Tristan had led Celestine out of the viewing room and could see that Celestine was still half dazed from her own climax... However, now that she wasn't surrounded by the sounds of rampant fucking, he could tell she was quickly coming out of it. It was hardly a surprise when she spoke up to him, through the demonic mark. <i>("C-... Can I ask what is next? Or is it supposed to be a surprise?") </i>Her thoughts were soft and polite, but Tristan could sense the truth of Celestine's question, and that truth excited him. 



<i>("It is a surprise, though that isn't why I'm not going to tell you what I have planned.") </i>Tristan replied, his thoughts playful and excited. 



He glanced back to see Celestine frowning slightly, going so far as to even make the expression just in case he was looking at her... <i>("Then why won't you tell me?") </i> She asked, almost as if she were injured by his unwillingness to share his reasons. 



Tristan barked out his laughter both aloud and through the demonic mark. He stopped and turned to her, wrapping his arm around her lower back and pulling her bodily against him, so that his still hard cock ground against her pussy as he took her off her feet. Celestine gasped sharply and instantly was squirming as she felt his bare flesh against hers... But her squirming only acted to make the situation worse for her, as it ground her pussy against his cock even more, coating him with her oozing honey. Eventually she forced herself to be still, before she went and got herself uncontrollably horny again... It was when she went still that Tristan spoke to her again. (<i>"Because I can tell you are fishing for information. You are trying to think up a plan on how to resist, despite your promise that you would obey...") </i>Tristan accused, though he sounded very pleased rather than angry. 



Celestine didn't respond for a moment, but eventually, she replied, her thoughts no longer quite so innocent sounding. <i>("Guilty... Though recall that I agreed to follow your commands, not to stop resisting entirely...") </i>Tristan saw the corners of her mouth curl up lightly, right before he heard her gasp again, as his cock bucked hard against her oozing cunt in response to her words... <i>("F-Fuck! I can't believe you're still hard... You came so much just a few minuets ago...") </i>Celestine couldn't help but squirm a bit more against him as she felt the heat from his thick cock nestled in the folds of her pussy, and despite herself, that heat began to spread into her as her own lust and desires began to simmer again. 



<i>("Call it a 'perk' of being me.") </i>Tristan replied grinning. However, he soon unwrapped himself from her and began to pull her along by the leash, unwilling to be distracted from his ultimate goal. She let out a frustrated grumble but followed his direction, her pussy already sodden from the contact with his cock... <i>("But don't fret... we're almost there.") </i>Tristan assured as they rounded another corner. 

<hr pg="8" />Celestine felt the movement of air as Tristan opened a door and led her through. Almost as soon as they were in, Celestine felt an aura she recognized. <i>("Rena!") </i>She called out, even though the only one who could hear her was Tristan. 



 <i>("Correct, Rena is going to help me with the next leg of our little adventure.")</i> Tristan explained simply. <i>("I'm going to hand you over to her now, and she'll start getting you ready...") </i>



<i>("Getting me ready? Ready for what?") </i>Celestine asked again, her curiosity and overactive imagination beginning to construct all manner of scenario. But before he answered her, Celestine heard Tristan and Rena speaking to one another, and from Rena's tone, it sounded like she was asking for something. The went back and forth for a few moments before it seemed to come to some ending that Rena was happy about. It was then that Celestine spoke up again, erotic curiosity gnawing at her. <i>("Tristan? What will she be getting me ready for?")</i>



Still, it didn't take long for Tristan to answer her.<i> ("You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?") </i>Tristan answered playfully. However Celestine felt a slight tug on her leash as she suspected that Tristan was handing it over to Rena. A part of her wondered how Rena would act in this situation... Would she be aggressive and dominant like Tristan, or would she be docile and erotic like when Tristan was screwing her?



Celestine got her answer quickly when she felt Rena's lips gently kiss along her neck quickly followed by a playful nip. Inevitably, Rena pressed her body up against Celestine's as she went up on her toes to kiss and play with the taller woman. Celestine could tell Rena was just as naked as she was, and it didn't take long for Rena's hands to become involved as well, exploring Celestine's curves and body. She could vaguely hear Rena's voice through the ear plugs, but she couldn't make out any of the words. Her tone was somehow adoring in its own way... But it seemed that the contact between them wouldn't last long, and soon Celestine felt Rena withdraw before she felt a pull on her leash to lead her along.



Celestine followed, still aroused from her encounter with Tristan in the hall, which wasn't exactly helped from the intimate contact from Rena. As she walked, Celestine realized the composition of the floor had changed somewhere along the way, and was a tile now instead of the hardwood which dominated most of Tristan's home. Regardless, Rena brought Celestine only about a dozen feet before helping Celestine step over the lip of what Celestine suspected was the bottom of a shower door. 



After a few moments, Celestine's suspicions were confirmed when she felt the spray of warm water starting at her feet. It seemed Rena was rinsing her off before she began to properly scrub her with a soft sponge. Celestine let out a low long sigh as she enjoyed the warm sensations. Despite her enjoying the festivities so far, she knew she was sweaty and could use a shower before continuing on to anything else. However, as helpless as she was, she needed help with even a task as simple as that. Yet for whatever reason, she didn't feel weak or useless as Rena helped her. If anything, she welcomed the soft touch of her demonic friend. 



It came as no surprise when she felt Rena lightly kiss the newly cleaned skin before she moved on. As she continued up, Rena repeated the process, ensuring each patch of skin was clean and fresh, before giving it another light kiss as if approving that that particular spot was completely clean. Celestine did her best to mumble out her thanks, and Rena seemed to pause and stand to nuzzle Celestine's shoulder and neck, as if signifying she understood Celestine's labored grunts. Again, Celestine heard Rena's muffled voice, but could not make out the words. 



However, as Rena continued to bathe her, Celestine felt a sudden shift in Tristan. He had been watching her and Rena as her shower continued, and he seemed to be enjoying the view they presented. But the sudden change came as if something was suddenly wrong. Even Rena seemed to pause in her activities, so Celestine could tell something was up. Celestine stretched out her senses and began to recognize another aura that had entered the room. It was rich with pride and instantly she could tell it was Claude. 



Despite herself, Celestine flushed and turned away from him, trying to hide herself. For whatever reason, she felt slightly embarrassed at the notion of Claude seeing her naked. Even though she was certain that he had seen her naked before... After all, she suspected it was him who changed her clothes during her first night here while she was passed out.



He was also the only demon out of the three of them that hadn't actually partaken in any sexual activities, and somehow that exclusion made Celestine feel modest... But a moment later, Tristan spoke up, his thoughts annoyed and frustrated. <i>("Rena will continue to tend to you. I have an urgent matter to tend to. I'll be back soon. Do not resist Rena and follow her guidance.") </i>



Celestine nodded lightly, though she was confused, and surprisingly, a little disappointed. She realized that she had been looking forward to whatever Tristan had had planned, she knew it was going to be the culmination of the day's events...



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<i>("Rena!") </i>Celestine called out, even though Tristan knew he was the only one who could hear her. It was still surprising seeing Celestine's ability to recognize who someone was just based off their sphere of power. Rena was indeed in the room, and seemed slightly startled when Celestine turned right to her. 



Still, Rena knew the plan for the festivities she was to be part of. She smiled to Tristan and walked over Celestine, cheeks flushed lightly at seeing the two of them completely nude. Further, the way Celestine was tied bound and gagged... Well it made Rena wish she could pounce and have her way with her friend. 



Tristan responded to Celestine however. <i>("Correct, Rena is going to help me with the next leg of our little adventure. I'm going to hand you over to her now, and she'll start getting you ready...")</i> Tristan explained as he handed Rena the leash to Celestine's collar. Rena looked almost ecstatic. She and Claude had been watching back in the showroom with the other demons. Though unlike the other demons, they had been suppressing their power to keep Celestine from noticing them, as per Tristan's instructions. They had both seen Celestine's epiphany and the results that it brought. Rena was still slightly flustered, having wished that she got to share in her Masters cum, and her own desires were beginning to get the best of her, even though she understood that today was largely about her Master and Celestine. She wanted to help, but she also wanted to participate... 



Celestine spoke up again to Tristan, through the mark. <i>("Getting me ready? Ready for what?")</i>



However, before he could reply, Rena spoke up, her voice low and pleading. "Master... I agreed to help you with this because I wanted to help Celestine feel good, but... But I want to feel good to. Seeing you and her together got me all... well... horny..." 



Tristan smiled lightly, understanding her frustration. "Now Rena, I told you, today was for Celestine." 



"But..." Rena paused trying to think of a solution. "But what about me?" she asked lightly, not trying to anger him.



Tristan was about to chastise her, but the loving desperation written on her face gave him pause... Eventually he sighed and chuckled, knowing she was like this because of him. "I have an idea... Once Celestine is set up there should be enough room for you to get under her. You'll have to convince her to eat you out while I am screwing her... That should be enough to sate you for now, right?" He asked, smiling lightly to her. 



Rena pondered for a moment, glancing to where Celestine would eventually end up, and then back to Tristan. "I think so... Yes. It might be a bit tight but I can do it." 



"Then there you have it." Tristan replied. "Don't ever say I am not generous Rena." Tristan announced pleasantly. 



"Never Master!" Rena replied happily before giggling lightly, excitement and anticipation lining her voice. Yet again Tristan realized that Rena was one of the only demons under his command that he would ever bargain with...



<i>("Tristan?") </i>Celestine asked through the mark, interrupting his thoughts. <i>("Tristan? What will she be getting me ready for?") </i>She asked again.



Tristan turned to Celestine and smiled darkly, knowing exactly what was in store for Celestine. Still, he wasn't going to spill anything. <i>("You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?") </i>Tristan gave Rena a light nod in response, signaling her that she was free to begin. Rena gingerly pulled upon Celestine's leash to let her know that she was holding it.



To his surprise, Rena didn't begin just yet. Instead she pressed up against Celestine and began to nip and kiss at her neck. In between her soft kisses, Rena began to speak to Celestine, her voice low and adoring. "<i>Mnnn</i>... you are so beautiful Celestine..." Rena gave her another peck along the shallow of Celestine's neck. "I saw it you know. Saw how you changed as Master pushed you to your limits... You are beginning to understand aren't you? How perfect you and Master really are together? <i>Mnn...</i>Damn, it was hard for me not to simply join in... Oh how I wanted to touch you..." Rena's hands began to explore Celestine's curves as she continued to speak. "Touch you just like this... to give you pleasure and show you how much I care for you..."



Tristan couldn't help but feel his cock stiffen again at the sight in front of him as his loyal servant spoke sweet nothings to Celestine as she fondled her. Still, Rena knew she had a job to do, and eventually tore herself away from Celestine eventually and gently tugged upon the leash, leading Celestine towards the nearby shower. Celestine didn't know it, but they were in the bathroom adjoining to Tristan's bedroom, and that the glass shower windows allowed him to see every inch of them as Rena began washing Celestine after helping her over the lip of the shower door. 



Tristan fought not to start stroking himself... he didn't want to get overeager and ruin anything. Still, it was hard. His natural instincts told him that he should just join the two of them and fuck them both silly...But that wouldn't mean as much as what he had planned. 



Rena washed Celestine's feet, and as soon as she was done one spot, she would lean down and gently kiss it, almost as if she venerating Celestine. In response, Celestine mumbled out what Tristan suspected was thanks. Rena looked up and stood slowly before she nuzzled Celestine's shoulder and the base of her neck. "You don't have to thank me Celestine; I want to do this... I love the feel of your soft perfect skin. I love every moment I can spend with you..." Rena let out a pleased purr before she sunk back down and continued to wash Celestine dutifully.



Tristan had planned originally to be the one to wash Celestine, and hadn't planned for Rena to be there at all. But after seeing the two of them sleeping together early in the morning, he changed his plans to give Rena time to be with Celestine... Even now, as much as he wished to be the one in there washing Celestine, he knew this was the right move. Rena's presence seemed to relax Celestine, and it saved Tristan the time of having to reestablish dominance after, if he took on such a subservient role.



But as he watched, a knock came to the heavy door that led into his bedroom, interrupting his viewing and giving Rena pause... Tristan knew who it was as he stretched out his senses, and frowned wondering what Claude was doing interrupting them. He knew it had to be important, otherwise Claude would have never have done something like this. 



"Enter." Tristan said loud enough for Claude to hear. Still, Tristan turned to Rena and nodded, letting her know to keep going. Dutifully, Rena took the shower wand and continued working her way up Celestine's long toned legs... Looking at them as Rena washed Celestine, it was hard to tear his eyes away and face Claude, who was waiting patiently just inside the bathroom's doorway. Tristan only half noticed that Celestine turned away as if embarrassed that Claude were there, but it still made him smile, knowing she had some humility left. 



"My apologies for interrupting my Lord, I know this is important to you." Claude announced as Tristan looked to him. 



"Go ahead Claude. I know you wouldn't interrupt if you didn't think it was very important." Tristan allowed, fighting very hard not to look back at Celestine and Rena. If he did, he doubted he'd be able to look away again. 



"It is Ivy my Lord; she has come to make her report about what happened with Mr. Siegfried." Claude informed Tristan. 



Tristan however frowned. "Is that all?" Despite himself, he couldn't hide his annoyance. "Where the hell has she been for four days? She could have just fucking called it in. I do want to know why and how her place was blown to bits, but unless it is dire news of immediate consequence, she can wait until I'm done." Tristan almost snapped, beginning to turn back towards Celestine. 



"My Lord, forgive me but I think you should hear what she has to say. She told me that Mr. Siegfried... That he became some sort of monster as she was eating his soul. And not a Hell Spawn either. It was something she had never seen or heard about before. It was wreathed in black fire..." Claude finished. 



Tristan froze... Up until Claude had mentioned the black flames; he still hadn't heard anything to make him immediately care about Ivy's report... But the black flames, that changed things. Tristan recalled the mythology surrounding the Fell Born, and how their powers drove demons mad. But more than that, there were some stories that said that those same demons would also be consumed by black flames, which seemed to burn their very souls... Given what happened with Sig, and Celestine's apparent influence on him after she had left him suffering, this may have been significant enough to temporarily leave his current pursuits.



"...<i>Fuck</i>..." Tristan cursed sharply and angrily. He wanted to finish this... but, he needed to know the truth of the matter... After taking a long breath to calm down, Tristan spoke to Rena. "Continue to bathe her. Hopefully I'll be back before you are done. If not, get her set up on the table and keep her company until I get back. If you absolutely need to, you can remove the gag and her earplugs and talk to her." Tristan rose as Rena nodded her understanding. With that he turned to Celestine, and spoke through the demonic mark. <i>("Rena will continue to tend to you. I have an urgent matter to tend to. I'll be back soon. Do not resist Rena and follow her guidance.")</i>



He saw Celestine nodding in response, though he could feel her confusion and disappointment at his leaving. Tristan cursed Ivy's notoriously bad timing as he turned to leave. 



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Tristan slipped into the house coat that Claude offered silently as they walked through the halls of his home. He only loosely tied it closed, too distracted to care if it only barely covered him. Still, he fought to push down his frustration and recall important details. He was certain that there were Nephilim out there, and that they had killed the other servant who had been scouting out Ivy's ruined home after she failed to check in. Could they have caused this? He doubted it, but whatever happened, it was traumatic enough for Ivy to go to ground. Had the Nephilm found her and attacked her? Or was it this mystery creature that Sig seemed to transform into that caused all that damage to her home?



Regardless, Tristan entered the waiting room where Claude had left Ivy. Tristan found her stretched out, laying on a padded bench along the large windows as the sunlight shined down on her. She didn't seem to notice his entry into the room and was lost to the warm relaxing sunlight. "Ivy." Tristan spoke up to her, his voice cool but firm as he made to get her attention. However, when no response was quick to come, Tristan's already frayed patience began to strain. "<b>Ivy!</b>" Tristan snapped loudly, pulling her out of her daze as she snapped to sit up quickly. 



However, Ivy was not frightened. Instead she seemed to be pleased to see him. "My Lord Durial!" she announced as she got up and began striding over towards him. Tristan noted that whatever clothes she must have been wearing in public were long since discarded, and that she was now wearing her revealing tight leathers... "Oh it is so good to see you!" Ivy continued as she came up along side him. "I am so sorry I missed court. But as I'm sure you were aware, my place kinda got blown up, so I figured it might be a good idea to keep my head down for a while. I didn't want to accidentally lead anyone to court or anything like that." Ivy explained with a playful smile. 



"I see." Tristan responded flatly. "That might have been for the best... The demon we sent to go check on you was noticed and killed by what we are assuming are Nephilim." 



Ivy went a shade paler as she heard his last word. "Are you serious?! Shit... It's a good thing I got out of there when I did then. I figured the explosion would attract unwanted attention." Ivy ran a hand through her long hair before turning back to Tristan and smiling lightly. "But I'm fine, so it's all good..." Her smile grew as Tristan noticed her looking him over. "I hope... I hope my arrival didn't interrupt anything? I'd hate to make you stop mid meal for little ol' me..." Ivy said playfully, basking in the fact that she was apparently important enough to make her Master drop whatever he was doing and come see her. 



Tristan fought the urge to slap her smirk off her face. She knew perfectly well that she had interrupted something. "Well Ivy, you did indeed interrupt me during something very important, so perhaps we can get on with what happened?" Tristan pressed coolly. 



"Oh, but you have to tell me what happened during court first!" Ivy said excitedly as she took one of Tristan's arms in hers and rubbed her barely contained bust against his strong arm. "I'm sure I missed all sorts of gossip, so you'll have to fill me in on everything that happened! I mean you obviously killed that Envy Demon, whatever his name was. Tell me about that too, please?" Ivy pressed, enjoying spending every moment she could with her Lord. It wasn't often she got to speak to him, and rarer still that she had leverage to keep him talking for a little while longer. One of her arms reached across his chest and into his robe, running a finger along his chest. "Plus, I never got my chance to reaffirm my loyalty to you. We can't have that now, can we?" She added lightly, a lewd undertone tainting her otherwise playful and pleasant voice. 



However, if Ivy were paying more attention to her surroundings she might have noticed Claude taking several discrete steps back... Unlike her, Claude was perfectly capable of detecting when his lord was furious...



Ivy understood soon enough though. Before she even realized what was happening, a sense of vertigo struck her, and she realized too late that she had been flipped through the air. This was quickly followed by a bone jarring impact that drove her through a nearby heavy wooden table. Instantly she was coughing up bits of blood from the landing and her world spun. But she didn't have a chance to cry out in pain, as a strong hand grasped around her throat, and lifted her off the ground, high enough that her feet dangled beneath her. Looking down, Ivy feebly pawed at the steely arm that held her, and Ivy felt her blood turn to ice in her veins as she saw her Lord and Master glaring up at her, eyes shining in a menacing golden hue.

<hr pg="9" />"<i>Gahk</i>! <i>M-Master! I'm sorry! Please... I beg you... Mercy!" </i>Ivy's voice rasped as she tried to speak with what little air Durial allowed her. 



"Mercy? Mercy will be given when you've shown me you've realized the error of your ways... Now tell me Ivy, what mistakes have you made?" Tristan's voice was even but cold and merciless. 



Ivy could fell his power waxing and realized very quickly that she may die in a moment if she did not appease him. At the very least, his grip relaxed a fraction, allowing her to speak more easily. "I wasted your time with my stupid questions! I should have told you everything that happened and not tried to drag it out so I could spend more time with my Lord. I was selfish, please forgive me Master!" Ivy's words came out quickly, desperate to appease him lest he kill her...



However, much to Ivy's relief, Tristan's grip eventually loosened, and she fell to her knees in front of him. "Thank you my Lord!" She cried out before dropping her head down and kissing his feet in supplication. Despite the fact that Durial had granted her mercy to live, Ivy knew that he was probably still furious with her... Hell, it was very likely that the information she had for him was the only thing that kept her alive right now. "I swear, I'll always work to serve your desires before seeking to meet my own!" Ivy continued, trying to prove her loyalty. 



Tristan looked down at Ivy as she tried to prove herself. He sighed and shook his head. "Enough Ivy... Don't try this again. Get up, and make your report." Tristan finished his voice not as frigid as it was.



Ivy nodded and got up to her feet. "Of course my Lord." She wiped away the smear of blood that leaked from her mouth and smiled submissively. "There was something wrong with Sig, even before he transformed... Something... I don't know what... but something was keeping him from satisfying his lust. Like no matter how hard I beat him, or humiliated him, it was never enough. He had cum several times, but it didn't seem to make a difference." She shrugged. "I kept trying... I try to be professional after all when I'm working; the least I could do is make sure he was satisfied before I killed him. But it just wouldn't work! So, after I exhausted myself I decided enough was enough, and I forcibly pulled out his soul. I took my time enjoying it, as I don't get the chance to eat a full soul very often. But I only got about halfway through it, when I noticed some sort of... black parasite? No... that's the wrong word... I don't' know... it looked like some sort of infection in his soul... Seeing it was enough to convince me that it was definitely not appetizing and that I really shouldn't eat it." Ivy explained, much to Tristan's curiosity. 



"So... given that there was still plenty of 'good' soul left I figured I might try and pick it out... But when I touched it, a shock of intense pain ran up my arm. It startled me, and I lost my grip on Sig's soul... It fell back into his corpse, and after a few seconds, he seemed to be coming back to life. At first I thought he was becoming a Hell Spawn or something, but Hell Spawn take hours to transform... Plus, they require the person to still be alive, but... Lord Durial... Sig was dead as a post... I had his soul out of him for over five minuets after all! Whatever that thing was, it definitely was not a Hell Spawn." Ivy accented, trying to make her point clear. 



"Describe it Ivy. Tell me about the transformation... Did it have any powers or abilities?" Durial asked evenly. 



"Well... I don't know about powers, but it didn't transform Sig's flesh... Instead, it was like that infection spread throughout the body, sending black oily tendrils across his skeleton. Somehow, his flesh began to burn from the inside out, and with black flames too, which seemed to be coming from no where. I was very lucky that Sig was already tied down; otherwise I'm pretty sure he would have been able to tear me apart... But the heat was enough that it was cooking through treated leather and wood like it was tinder. So I grabbed my blade, and lashed out as hard as I could...I took its arm off but it didn't seem to care. Somehow I was able to destroy it's skull before it broke free, but the fucking thing exploded a moment later, after sucking in a bunch of air. That's how my place got trashed." Ivy reported, clearly still frightened by the experience. 



Tristan stood perfectly still for a long moment, long enough that Ivy began to worry again. However, before she could voice her concerns, Tristan spoke up again. "Would you be able to recognize this, 'infection' if you saw it again?" Tristan asked simply.



Ivy thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Yes. I think so..." 



"Good. Claude, set her up with a room here in the mansion." Tristan directed over his shoulder to Claude before he looked back to her. "We may need you to identify another 'infected' soul. I'll speak to you again in a few hours..." Tristan finished as he turned away and began to head back to Celestine. This was... intriguing... and potentially dangerous. If Celestine was capable of creating monsters... 



However, once away from Ivy and Claude, and away from anyone else who might notice him, Tristan began to rush back, a hopeful smile on his lips. He would deal with this new information later... Right now he felt a desperate need to be buried balls deep inside Celestine... he felt her soul calling to him, its siren song singing to him, pulling him with desperate force... 



It was funny though... it didn't need to try so hard. It wasn't like he wanted to fight its pull...



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