TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 29
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-29
SUMMARY  : Celestine gets a lesson.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-09-28
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |red head|demon|incubus|facial|cum swallowing|reluctance|


<em>Hello again all.</em>



<em>Here is the latest chapter of the Demonic Submission Saga. I'd like to thank WanderingMindGames, as she was, as ever, a great source of help as an editor and sounding board. I'd also like to thank you folks who have been reading my story. Whether you just started or have been with me from the start, thank you.</em>



<em>This chapter largely finishes off Celestine's and Tristan's discussion, in which Celestine tries to get info about the Nephilim. However, in order to earn it, she must sit through a 'lesson' from Tristan. Topic of the lesson? Seduction. Read and you'll find where it ends up. =) That said, this chapter does also tell us some about the Nephilim, at least from a demon's perspective.</em>



<em>The second half of the chapter has to deal with Celestine and happening upon several demons that are overly 'curious' about her. That curiosity, and the ensuing issues, rouses something from inside Celestine, and it wants out.</em>



<em>Regardless, as always, I'm open to comments and I hope to hear from you guys.</em>



<em>Additionally, someone sent me an anonymous email a while back saying that they were hooked to my story after reading the first sentence. Unfortunately said reader did not tell me what that sentence was! If you are reading this, please email me the chapter, mostly to state my own curiosity.</em>



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Blake and the Rookie passed through the grounds and skirted around the various police vehicles that dotted the estate, behind them walked Hera, calm and vigilant as ever as the three of them approached the crime scene. The equipment shed was larger than what you'd normally find, but big estates required big equipment, so it wasn't so surprising to find something like this on Thanan's grounds. It also made an ideal place to dump a body. It was on the edge of the estate, far from the ever watchful security cameras, but still close enough that someone would notice the stink of rotting flesh eventually, but far enough that one wouldn't just happen upon it...



"This reeks of a set up." Laura piped in even before they got to the shed, and Blake found himself agreeing with her. He had heard the initial reports, saying that Ms. Helena Variess had been found murdered on the Thanan estate after an anonymous tip came into the station earlier in the morning. Blake had checked where the call had originated from using less than 'completely legal' means and found it was from one of the older parts of town where pay phones still existed, and far from any watchful security cameras. Worse, was all the evidence that seemed to point to Keebler Thanan as the murderer: letters between the suspect and victim, giving Thanan a nice ripe motive for murder, the kitchen knife that came from the house. Hell, they had even found hair samples from the suspect clenched in the victims' hands... All told, this was an open and shut case, and a man was going to get a life sentence for a murder he probably never committed...



Blake grunted his agreement to Laura. "Yea it sure as fuck does, but the others aren't going to see that right away, if they do at all." Blake commented lowly as they closed on the doors of the storage shed. Already other cops were getting out of their way, glaring angrily at the three of them for their interference. But just as he reached the doors Blake found himself stopping abruptly, finding Detective Carlson stepping out to meet him. Blake couldn't help but see that the man looked tired, and more than that, angry. It wasn't so much as to affect his job, but it might be enough to make Carlson look at the easy conviction rather than trying to see past the set up...



"Detective Blake, Detective Gales... It's good to see you both." Carlson greeted them as gently as he could, but his voice was still stiff and the courtesy was forced. "What can I help you with?"



"It's good to see you too Carlson." Blake replied honestly. "I know you're in the middle of surveying the scene, but I was hoping that me, the Rookie, and our specialist could take a look inside... privately."



Carlson frowned slightly. "If I say no, you'll just pull rank with SIT privileges, won't you?"



"I'd really rather not." Blake replied, still honest. "But yes, I will."



Carlson sighed gruffly before running a hand through his hair and looking to Hera. "Who's she? No offence but she doesn't look to be SIT. A fed maybe?"



Blake sighed inwardly, hating that Carlson was being nosey, but praising him for it at the same time. It was a good quality for a detective to have. Open and shut cases like this could be fouled up by outsiders pretty easily, so it was no wonder he was being careful with who came in and out of the scene. "She's a specialist, and I can't give you her name or who she's with. She knows the song and dance, she won't mess up your crime scene."



Carlson shook his head and simply stepped out of the way after calling his officers out of the shed. Blake thought about thanking Carlson for letting this be done easily, but thought better of it, knowing the younger detective was already frayed enough by his presence alone. A moment later Blake and his companions were inside, looking at the half assed clean up that had taken place. More than a little bit of blood had been spilled here and there, but it had also been hastily cleaned up, made to look like it was done in a panic... It only took them a moment more to find the corpse of the woman they had been looking for. Without prompting, Hera stepped past them and began looking over the body. It only took her a moment before she looked back to Blake and Laura. "This body has been possessed recently. I can sense the taint that the demon left behind. My guess it was already dead when the demon possessed it, and then restarted basic functions to help set this scene up. It probably happened no less than half a day ago, and it was likely done by a Terrorgiest or a similar demon."



Blake nodded and looked to the rest of the scene. It was too neat... a proper attack would have messed the place up some... From the looks of it, the possessed corpse simply stood there and took it, defending itself only so much as to make it look like there was a struggle. Blake didn't look around for long, and disliked everything he saw. This was a set up, but he could never prove that, and he couldn't present evidence that would protect Thanan in court either... "Alright, let's get out of here. We know this is a set up, but we'll never be able to prove it." Blake turned and began to head out, but Hera spoke up, making him pause.



"A man is going to go to jail for the rest of his life if we don't prove his innocence. Can you live with the knowledge that you didn't do anything to help save him from that?" Hera asked coolly.



But Blake responded without hesitation. "Yes I can, because if I stop to try and save every poor soul that gets their lives shit all over by demons, I'm never going to get a chance to actually kill the demons. Save one person, or kill a demon and save the hundreds said demon would have cursed down the line... It's numbers Hera, pure and simple." Hera frowned but seemed to accept his answer, even if she looked at him as if she were disappointed in him. "Don't give me that look Hera. I'd love to be an idealist and help every soul I came across, but I'm only human. I hate the circumstance even more than you do, I assure you of that."



Hera's features softened and eventually she nodded. "My apologies. It's just my natural instinct to help the man who will take the fall for this." Blake didn't reply to that, and instead continued on his way out along with the others. The Nephilim were an odd bunch, he couldn't deny that. Did he find Hera's ideals enduring? Sure. But the real world was too brutal to save every soul. Still, he respected their desire and determination to try and do exactly that.



It wasn't until they were driving and already miles away from the scene that Blake noticed something was eating at Hera. "Are you still hung up on what is going to happen to Thanan?" Blake asked frankly.



"No. It's something else... That corpse... it had a strangeness to it, beyond the demonic possession I mean. Like it was tainted somehow... Even now that oddity is irking me... Making me feel like I have to act somehow..."



"Maybe you should check with Milana when we get back? She might know more about it than you." The Rookie suggested calmly. "For all we know, it might be an after affect of being close to the Fell Born."



"Wouldn't that be ideal?" Blake replied. It would be proof that Helena and Celestine were kidnapped by the same demon, and held relatively close to one another...



"Actually, while it might help with the investigation, it would be far from being ideal." Hera replied grimly. "It would mean that the Fell Born is growing in power... Power enough to leave a noticeable and lasting impact on the humans around her... Chances are that even if we found Helena alive, she would have been completely out of her mind by now..."



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Celestine pulled away from Tristan, having to come up for air as she felt her heart thumping hard in her chest. She wasn't sure how long the two of them had been kissing, but she felt slightly light headed from the pleasant euphoria that inflicted her at the moment, a euphoria that was incited by his reassuring words and actions. She knew, that rationally speaking, his calming and consoling words were likely only for the sake of getting her to lower her guard, and that she shouldn't trust him at face value. But knowing that didn't make it easier to resist his allure, or the emotions his assurances and attentions stirred within her. It made her feel like he wanted her, for more than just her body or because she was Fell Born... It made her feel like he wanted her for who she was, not what she was.



Yet when she felt him try and pull her in again, Celestine resisted and pulled further away, trying to refocus. Still, she couldn't help but smile lightly when she felt her reluctance sent a new shallow wave of lust rippling through him. Still she set aside her carnal desires and looked at him. "You've gone and chased off all my self doubts and fears so I think that's enough of that, for now at least." She said with a thankful smile.



Tristan chuckled lightly before shaking his head. "Enough? Hardly... I would say we were just beginning. Why should we stop now?" He asked, voice low and promising to fill every carnal desire she ever had.



Celestine felt a flutter of her own lust stir in her at his words, but while she didn't force it down, she did resist its call to simply give in. For a moment she wondered if she resisted for the sake of getting more information, or to goad his desires. However it only took a moment more for her to realize that whatever the reason was, didn't matter... Both reasons were good reasons, so it was win-win in her mind... "Because, we aren't done talking." Celestine answered. "I still have more questions after all and you yourself have said we don't have all day." Celestine finished lightheartedly.



Tristan smiled at her lively tone, being pulled in willingly by her closeness and gentle voice. "I don't know what more I can tell you Celestine. I've told you everything I know about the Fell Born that actually might be helpful, and everything I've observed about you specifically." Tristan replied honestly.



"I know you have, and I'm satisfied with that for now. But I want to talk about something else. The Nephilim specifically... I know Elanace, the servant of Navira, is one, but what exactly are they? She looked like an angel, before Vestiem got his hands on her anyway. But you said they aren't angels." Celestine replied.



Tristan blinked a few times as he sat a little stunned by her line of questioning. "I'm surprised you are curious about them..."



Celestine shrugged gently. "So I'm inquisitive, that isn't that odd of a trait... Besides, something puts me on edge while I'm around Elanace, and I want to know why... It could be important for when I eventually end up in Navira's care."



"Humm..." Tristan pondered for a moment before shrugging back at her. "Sorry, but I don't recall ever agreeing to give a lecture on the Nephilim." He smiled to her once before he began to get up and began to pull his arm free from her grip.



However Tristan was stunned even further when he felt a sudden weight in his lap and looked to see Celestine had swung one of her legs across his hips. She was now straddling his lap in what could only be described as a highly suggestive and provocative position as she leaned forwards and looked to him. "No way." She said smoothly. "I finally got you talking, so I'm not going to let you go until all my questions have answers..."



Tristan could only chuckle at her words. "And pray tell how do you plan on stopping me from getting up? Just because you're sitting in my lap doesn't mean I can't just stand up and push you off." Tristan challenged calmly.



Celestine cocked her head a bit and smiled ever so lightly to him, giving an almost playful and innocent look to her already arousing features. "Oh... I'm sure I could come up with some sort of incentive..." Celestine suggested lowly as she leaned forwards a bit more, pressing her breasts up against his firm chest as she whispered into his ear. "Though what exactly, I'll leave up to your imagination..." She accented her point by nipping lightly at the lobe of his ear, letting out a light purr as she squirmed in his lap for a moment before pulling away entirely. "So won't you tell me?" Celestine asked...



Celestine, for her part, could feel her heart thundering in her chest so hard it felt like it was about to explode... It wasn't often that she acted like this, trying to tempt and arouse for her own gain, but she found that it held a powerfully exciting aspect to it. But more than that, she found she was having fun seeing Tristan react to her actions... She enjoyed seeing him try to keep his emotions from running away with him while keeping himself calm, but she knew the truth of it. She could feel how aroused her actions were making him through the demonic marks, but beyond that, she could see the barely contained lust shining in his eyes, fighting for dominance over logic and reason... She wondered how many times he had seen this look in her eyes, and she found herself reveling in the excitement of making him long for her... Yes, she was doing this for her own reasons, but beyond that, she loved how he looked at her, and how it made her feel. How it made her feel powerful and seductive, and that she was being longed for...



But even as Tristan felt his desire for her burn hotly, he couldn't help but recognize that Celestine was trying to tempt him into giving up knowledge with no actual promise of anything in return. But again, this didn't anger him. If anything it only made his excitement grow. He could see that she was enjoying herself as she tried to seduce him, and more than that, she was enjoying his reactions to the temptations she offered. He could sense the feeling of power it gave her, and he could tell she recognized that she was surprisingly good at it.



However what Tristan did next startled Celestine into stunned inaction. It surprised her because she was sure, that despite his desires for her and her attempts to tempt him, that Tristan would brush her off and that the game, as fun as it was, would be over... But Tristan defied her expectations, and instead seemed to be taking the bait she left dangling for him... She felt one of his hand slip up the side of her leg and around her waist before dipping into her pants and firmly squeezing her bottom. At the same time his free hand slid up her back and under her shirt, teasing his fingers up her spine, inciting a slight pleasurable shudder from her as he grazed the flesh of the hyper sensitive Demonic Mark that was stamped upon the small of her back. "Alright..." he finally responded lowly. "Ask your questions." He let out a low rumbling sigh that she could feel through her hands as they were pressed against his chest, held there to keep her balance.



Despite herself, and the fact that she was actually aiming for him to consent to her request, she had absolutely no idea what to do next... She had expected to be brushed off and laughed at. That she knew how to deal with. But this was completely new ground for her... She had him exactly where she wanted him, but what did she do with him now that she had him there?!



Tristan's low chuckle snapped her out her stunned inaction and she frowned lightly at him, blushing suddenly in embarrassment. "You are mocking me, aren't you?" She asked abashed and feeling quite silly. Celestine began to pull away again entirely by instinct.



"Not at all." Tristan replied instantly, his hold upon her bottom squeezing a little tighter as his hand upon her back pulled her back in. "I'm teaching you, so listen closely... Lesson one; always assume you're going to be successful in your seduction. It gives you a greater air of confidence and it makes your seduction seem like you are actually genuinely interested in having sex with your target... It doesn't hurt to be actually interested in fucking them either." Tristan added, his voice lowering another step as if he was sharing a dirty secret with her. "Not that you really need to seem more genuine... you are already frighteningly good at seeming sincere... but being surprised by your success is a pretty obvious give away."



Celestine listened, even though she couldn't meet his gaze. She still felt embarrassed, but as he spoke, that fell away, and she listened more intently. His final words sent a shock of pride through her, shoring up her confidence, even as she felt herself begin to go damp at the thought of this leading to him fucking her... Celestine realized that as much as she wanted the information, the notion of having sex with Tristan again was highly tempting... But she needed the knowledge she sought more than she needed to be screwed right now... So instead she nodded her understanding and a moment later she leaned in a bit deeper again, pressing her bosom against his strong body. Once again it took her a moment more to work up the courage, but after swallowing down her hesitation, Celestine spoke up, after lightly laying her head upon his shoulder before she bought into his lessons. "So... what comes next then? Do... do I just ask my questions, or do I need to do something else first?" Celestine was half surprised, half proud of her voice as she asked her question... It was low and seductive to the ear...



The pleased rumble that came from Tristan sent low quakes through Celestine, as she could feel it with delectable detail through her own bosom, made all the more sensitive as she felt her nipples begin to harden and stand erect... "Humm... Lessen two... Buttering your target up; unsurprisingly, you've actually already conducted the next step without even thinking about it. But in essence, you've already got your mark on the hook by this point, now it's time to show them that you're actually willing to reward them for their information by enticing them... For example, what you just did... pressing yourself up against me, letting me feel the swell of your breasts, laying your head upon my shoulder, all gave me the impression that you're willing to do more if I give you what you want. It entices them into action, in order to earn more of what you've offered already." Tristan explained calmly, though Celestine was slightly distracted as she felt his slow heavy breathing as she lay pressed up against his body.



Tristan continued to speak after a brief pause, as if he was taking a moment to enjoy the contact between the two of them... "You can get away with enticing them only sparingly, but it's best to offer incentive with each new question, otherwise the mark might get suspicious and back off. At the same time though, it's important not to go all the way before you get everything you are seeking... Doing so risks the mark getting everything he or she wants before you get what you want. Once they get what they wanted, it is likely the mark will back off or will have a moral epiphany and stop giving you information..." Tristan advised as his hand continued to dance up her back, until it finally found the clasp to her bra and began to gently play at it, eliciting a light whimper from Celestine.

<hr pg="2" />"So... I just ask then?" Celestine asked, still unsure of how to go about getting the information that she sought. Just bluntly asking seemed like it would kill the mood that she was trying to create. "Just putting it out there feels like it would distract the mark from thinking about how I might reward them for their information..." Celestine commented as she snuggled her hips up against his a bit more, making her groin grind against his a little bit as she tightened her legs around his waist... Despite herself, a slight gasp escaped her lips as she felt one of the hooks in her bra slip free from his nimble fingers...



She felt Tristan press his lips against her neck in response to her question, making a shot of excitement run through that almost took her breath away from her. "Mmmm... but my dear, you just answered your own question... Still I suppose it's worth putting into words. Lesson three; know what you want, before you ever approach the mark, and have an idea on how to veil your requests... The first method to veil your more forward or sensitive questions is a technique you just used. Distract the mark from the severity of the question while enticing them with a big pay off... Case in point..." Tristan paused, and Celestine shuddered as she felt his hardening cock press against her crotch through their clothes... "I'm distracted from the bluntness of your question, because all I'm thinking about right now is how I can convince you to let me drive my cock into your lovely cunny. I'm only thinking that, because of how you ground your hips against my crotch..." Tristan paused again, and Celestine felt him gently nip at her neck, and shuddered at the scraping of his teeth against her soft flesh.



"But there is another way." Tristan continued. "And this method will be more reliable when dealing with the intelligent, the very self aware, or those who are just plain stubborn or stupid... Make them aware that you need to know, without ever asking for it. Now... you try it..." Tristan suggested.



Celestine didn't reply back immediately, but instead tired to think on what he meant... She had a guess, but she wasn't sure. Still, it was better than nothing, and she suspected that he was expecting her to figure it out on her own... So Celestine acted, pushing past her uncertainties. Tristan cocked his head as he felt her pull up a little, and found that she moved enough so that she could look him in the eyes. He saw the worried unsure look in her gaze, and found himself wondering if it was real... or an act and just part of the seduction. After a moment more, Tristan realized he didn't know, and that fact alone impressed upon him Celestine's apparent natural talent...



When she spoke, her voice reflected the emotions her eyes showed. But there was something else there as well. A hopefulness that seemed to be aimed at Tristan, like he was the only chance she had... "The Nephilim... they frighten me..." Celestine admitted slowly. She didn't say anything further for a long moment, and instead sheepishly held Tristan's gaze. He was eventually about to respond, unsure where she was going with this, but she cut him off as she broke eye contact and slid her arms around his neck and hugged herself tightly to him, taking her face out of view, and seemed to hold onto him desperately, like he was her only hope. It was from that position that she continued to speak, her voice little more than a timid whisper in his ear, close enough that he could feel her lips against his lobe. "I don't know what they are... or why they frighten me so... It-It's like I'm a mouse, hoping against hope that the prowling cat doesn't notice me, or catch wind of my scent... Somehow I know if it does, it will hunt me, and that it will try and kill me!" Celestine accented her final words by squeezing him a smidgen tighter, before burrowing her face into his shoulder and neck, as if she were hiding from the beasts that assailed her...



Celestine finished her pitch, and held her place in his arms for what felt like forever. She wasn't sure if she had done a good job of it or not, but she found herself desperately hoping that she had... She wanted to hear him tell her that she had done well, and that she had impressed him. Yes, she still wanted to know about the Nephilim, but somewhere along the line that information had become secondary to his praise of her...



She could feel his stunned shock through the Demonic Mark, but she didn't know if it was because she had impressed him so, or if it was because she had just completed a display of her own ineptitude.



However, Celestine's answer came when she felt the second and last hook to her bra slip undone under Tristan's careful and delicate touch. Tristan began speaking to her, his voice strained by his own self control. "The Nephilim are one of the Demons' only true natural predators. Each of them might appear human on the surface when their wings are withdrawn, but even the weakest of them is a powerful combatant." Tristan's voice began to ease as he explained, and while Celestine tried to listen carefully, the hand in her shirt continued to dance across her bare skin, sending tingles running down her spine, while the hand in her pants began to inch closer to her asshole, threatening to invade her sensitive rosebud.



"But to explain the Nephilim, one must first explain the Angels. Angels are, in essence the ultimate solution to me and my kind. A single True Angel is perfectly capable of wiping out hoards of demons at a time without even trying, and the most powerful of their kind are capable of leveling entire cities in moments if the order comes down from whatever authority they follow. When a True Angel arrives, most demons don't even have a chance to turn and run, but for most demons, running is the only option, so we try regardless. Only the Sovereigns have been known to last more than a few minutes against a True Angel in a face to face encounter, but even those who might survive the combat usually die of their wounds, and can, at best only really hope to outlast the Angel. You see, the reason my kind aren't extinct is because True Angels can't stay on our plane of existence for very long. The sheer level of power they bring to bear literally destabilizes reality, and eventually everything around them would tear itself apart if they stayed too long. That is where the Nephilim come in. According to Myth, they are the decedents of the offspring of the True Angels and humans, put on this earth as a sort of a middle ground between humanity and the Angels, and to serve as the guardians against whatever evil might threaten humanity." Tristan finished, his hands slowly exploring her body.



Despite listening to his foreboding words, Celestine couldn't help that she was becoming even more aroused as he continued to touch and fondle her. But as the seconds ticked by, Celestine realized Tristan wasn't about to continue giving more information without a gentle push... And so Celestine began to plant light kisses along Tristan's neck all the way down to his collar bone and then back up again, purring all the way when she wasn't asking her question. "How? How can they be a threat to Demons? I've seen demons have such a wide array of powers and strengths, so how could anything hope to stand up against that?" When Celestine finished with her question, she gently nuzzled Tristan's jaw line, before slowly pulling back to meet his gaze again.



She found Tristan smiling lowly, and could feel that while he wanted to just ignore her question and start tearing her clothes off, he also felt pressed to answer her question. "Simple... Unlike demons, who are inherently distrusting of each other and have trouble working together, the Nephilim are always born in sets of threes called 'Choirs', and have learned how to work together since the moment of their birth. Even if each of the Nephilim has wildly different abilities, they know how to use them in tandem to play off the strengths of their companions while protecting their weaknesses. Never mind that each Nephilim has his or her own abilities and powers... Most Nephilim are broken into three groups: stalkers, warriors, and oracles. Stalkers are their scouts and assassins, capable of stealthy and frustratingly fatal strikes, Stalkers will usually circle around a demon while being nearly invisible and butcher them from the shadows, while said demon is facing off against the warrior of a Nephilim's choir. The warriors are exactly what they sound like. Physically stronger than even most demons, and skilled in the art of combat, the warriors tend to make the front line fighters of the Nephilim. They also tend to wear the heaviest armor and most powerful physical weapons the Nephilim wield. They are direct, brutal, and almost nothing can hold back their relentless advance, but because of this, they can be outmaneuvered by a cunning fighter. But then they don't have to be cunning, because the Nephilim have their oracles... Of the three types of Nephilim, they are perhaps the closest to their angelic ancestors. While most Nephilim come with a variety of powers, such as the ability to summon their armor and weapons a will, oracles are on a different level entirely. Simply because they can literally affect miracles..." Celestine's eyes went wide at Tristan's words, breaking character from her seduction for only a moment before she fell back into it. Still, he couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.



"Relax my dear... While it is easy to think an oracle could just wipe a demon away, it isn't so simple. While their powers are the most powerful, they are also incredibly taxing, and often require borrowing strength from their siblings, thereby draining the whole group. That said, their powers are often incredibly devastating. They have Lances of light that seem able to pierce any defense, exploding spheres of searing holy fire that only harm the wicked, the ability to heal wounds in themselves and others, and so on and so forth. All these things are at the disposal of an oracle, but oracles also tend to be the most fragile of their kind, lacking the sheer physical endurance and fortitude the warriors possess, and well as the speed and agility that the stalker bears." Tristan concluded. "So they are hardly invulnerable."



Celestine cocked her head slightly, a thought coming to mind as she lifted her hips up off his slightly, fully aware that she was pushing her bottom against his grasping hand and encouraging his touch. Yet before he could enjoy that too much, one of her hands slipped down, and nimbly cupped the hardness that poked against his confining pants. Without prompting or hesitation, Celestine began to squeeze and slowly stroke him through his pants. She made her breath slow and noticeable, and forced it to match her slow strokes up and down... "It sounds like you may have fought them before... The Nephilim that is..." She intoned lowly, glancing up to meet his smoldering gaze from beneath her lashes. Yet at first, Tristan seemed too focused on enjoying her firm touch, and she wondered if she had lost him somewhere along the way.



Yet eventually Tristan seemed to come back and answered her, even as she felt the hand in her shirt begin to circle around towards her chest, and the one in her pants begin to knead her firm bottom. "I have, though it turned into a standoff more than a victory for me... More powerful Nobles and Lords can often face a single choir of Nephilim by themselves, though it is by no means a guaranteed victory for the demon in such a circumstance and can easily go either way. Lesser demons might stand a chance if there are a lot of them, though I've never heard of such a situation where they actually successfully killed the Nephilim, only drove them off, and only at a the cost of several lives." Tristan finished, though he had not been quite as assuring as Celestine had hoped.



Celestine glanced away from him, trying to hide her concerns over what this meant with her... Instinctually, she was afraid of the Nephilim. But that didn't make any sense; it wasn't like she was a demon, so why should she be afraid? A thought came to mind and Celestine knew she had to ask. She paused long enough with her stroking to find Tristan's fly and begin to slowly unzip it, allowing the sound of the zipper being drawn down to be noticed by both of them... When she was done, Tristan's length almost burst out of his pants, needing only the slightest help to break free from its confinement.



A low pleased rumble came from Tristan, but it was cut off by Celestine as she wrapped her hand around his hard member, and began to slowly stroke it once again as it grew harder in her hand. She couldn't help but look at the head of his cock, already slightly slick with precum, and despite knowing she needed to continue their conversation, she felt her mouth begin to go dry as thirst began to claw at her... She had intended to keep her breath in pace with her strokes, but found she couldn't muster up the focus to keep her breath from accelerating at the sight of Tristan's marvelous cock... Nor could she help the small gasps that escaped her lips every time she felt him throb or buck in her hand... Yet somehow, she was able to tear her eyes away from it and look back to Tristan, who was half lost in her slow firm pumps. "Do Nephilim attack humans that bear Demonic Marks?" Celestine asked gently, trying to display that she had learned from Tristan's lessons as he sat back with his eyes half lidded. It was a heavy handed question, but then she gave him a heavy handed distraction...



Eventually he shook his head no, before verbally replying, his voice low and clearly enjoying himself. "No. Or at least not unless the marked mortal actively tries to murder them... Instead they'll try and slay the demon who has marked the mortal in an attempt to free them... So you don't have anything to worry about." Tristan said with a slow smile. Eventually his eyes opened and met Celestine's, revealing his searing lust for her again. "Don't fret Celestine... If, for whatever reason, they did come after you, I'd protect you from them." Tristan assured.



Despite knowing she shouldn't trust him, and that she shouldn't just rely on him, Celestine felt herself smiling gratefully as she heard his words. "You know, I think you would..." She replied lightly before leaning forwards and kissing him firmly, with no prompting at all from him. Celestine shivered against him as she felt his hands withdraw from within her cloths to gently cup her features as he kissed her back passionately, a low possessive rumble coming from him, prompting her to purr in delight in response...



Yet it was also Celestine who broke the kiss, and quickly pulled away from him before getting off his lap... "Thank you for answering my questions..." Celestine announced, her face blushing some as she knew she had wound him all up and played at seducing him, only to leaving him hanging once she knew everything. Was it a little cruel? Yea, but hey, Tristan deserved it, he had been playing with her emotions and heartstrings for days now, a little payback was in order. Celestine reached back and into her shirt to re-clasp her bra and keep her bosom from escaping its confines. "That was fun; and thank you very much for the lesson... But like you said, you have company coming and we don't have all day so we'll have to put off what might have come next till another time Tristan." Celestine announced as she began to walk away from him, heading towards the door to the hall.



Tristan laughed at her words, but his laughter was devoid of any cruelty or harshness. Instead it was impressed and amused, but eventually he replied. "Before you go, let me say something. You are surprisingly good at getting what you want out of others Celestine, more so than you probably realize even now. What's really impressive is that you have almost no practice in seduction at all. Yes, I knew that was what you were doing with me just now, but I played along for your sake and to get you some practice. But I have to say, there were parts of that where I wasn't sure if you were being honest and open with me or if you were still just playing me for information. Very well done Celestine."



Celestine had stopped about halfway to the door and almost shivered in delight and excitement at his words. It was hard not to jump up in joy at being told she had done so well, but she resisted the urge, and did her best to keep poised. A part of her wished he would stop talking and just force the issue, but she suspected that Tristan wasn't going to. This was all a lesson to him, so it wasn't like she was really seducing him, but it was still nice... So instead she turned back to look to him with a slight smile. "Thank you Tristan... I really do appreciate you letting me know I did well. I don't really see myself doing this regularly of course. It's not really my style to try and seduce people to get what I want." Celestine responded pleasantly.



Tristan shrugged. "Perhaps not. But I have to inquire... you never intended on rewarding me in any way for sharing what I knew, did you? Even if we had more time you'd still be walking towards that door right now. Or am I wrong?" Tristan asked, still greatly amused by her actions.



Celestine's grateful and pleasant smile quickly turned mischievous before she looked to Tristan with an oh-so-naughty grin. "I don't recall ever specifying what I would or wouldn't do... If I recall correctly, I said I'd leave it to your imagination, not that I'd actually do anything at all." She shrugged slightly, mimicking Tristan's relaxed response. "So no, I never planned on doing anything too forward. But isn't that how seduction often works anyway? I've gotten what I wanted, so it's not like I need you any more. At least not at the moment, right?" Celestine asked as she teased him lightly.



"Quite right." Tristan responded, quite mirthfully. "Like I said, you're pretty damn good at this." Tristan complimented. Celestine's smile turned back to gratitude before she turned and took another step towards the door. However she heard the love seat groan lightly as Tristan got up and his words stopped her in her tracks once again. "But then... here's where Lesson four comes up..." Tristan said with a sudden confidence, his voice carrying a dominant undertone to it...



Celestine turned back to look at him, only to be startled to find him right behind her. Entirely on instinct Celestine stepped back and lifted her arms to defend herself, only to feel Tristan's strong hands take her by the wrists and lift her arms while pushing her back further. Another step and Celestine found herself bumping against the wall, as Tristan maneuvered both her wrists to be held up by one of his strong hands, which he immediately pinned to the wall above her head. Instantly, Celestine felt a rush of desire run through her as she realized she couldn't pull away, and that in one instant, she had been turned into a prisoner of sorts... "Let me go!" Celestine demanded as she pulled at her own wrists in an expression of futility. All the while, a part of her was desperately hoping that he wouldn't let go...



"No." Tristan responded, his voice suddenly deep and full of dark promises. For her part, Celestine's heart began to jackhammer in her chest once again. Not out of fear, but hearing him speak to her like that set her shivering in anticipation. Celestine watched as Tristan reached forwards with perfect ease and calm, take a handful of her shirt and bra and just hold it there for a moment, meeting her eyes. "Lesson four is perhaps one of the more important lessons, so listen closely Celestine. When pushing a mark as hard as you were just a moment ago, it is important to understand how your target will react if you just stop midway through and walk away. Yes, it is very possible that they will be so stunned that they'll just let you walk off, or if you are more powerful, they might be cowed into inaction... But when you try and seduce someone stronger than you, it is very possible that they won't take 'no' as an answer and that they might become..." Tristan pulled hard and Celestine's heart skipped a beat as she felt and heard her clothes tearing like tissue under his formidable strength. "...aggressive." Tristan finished his train of thought, as he enjoyed the sight of her exposed chest heaving through the tattered remains of her top and bra.

<hr pg="3" />"So what?" Celestine responded firmly. "You are just going to take what you want? Is that it?" Celestine asked accusingly, her voice strong and challenging. Yet despite her apparent defiance, Celestine could feel her pussy getting wet with excitement... She couldn't deny that this was exactly what a part of her wanted... Hell, she didn't want to deny it.



Tristan's free hand lifted and slipped past the torn edges of Celestine's clothes to cup one of her delightful breasts, and proceeded knead her soft flesh while his thumb gently rubbed at her already hard nipple. Despite a part of her wanting to resist him, his touch sent jolts running through Celestine, making her twitch and quake every time his thumb brushed the hard nub of hyper sensitive flesh. However, she was distracted from the pleasure as he spoke, and she found his words stealing her breath away. "Of course I am. But then, you knew that already." He spoke as he held her gaze with his own, almost holding her prisoner with his eyes as much as the hand that held her wrists firmly.



It took what felt like an age for Celestine to finally break free of his hungry eyes, and it was only then that she was able to respond, her voice fiery in its desire and defiance. "Fuck you!" She snapped out. "If you think I'm just going let you have your way then you're dead wrong." She finished as she squeezed her legs closed as hard as she could, glaring at him again with a rebellious grin on her lips. But Celestine knew that she couldn't actually win like this. He had her pinned, and he was a demon... strong and powerful and perfectly capable of breaking her if he so chose. He could easily pry her legs open without a second thought, but that didn't matter. The conquest itself was what they both longed for...



"Come now, you know who I plan on fucking." Tristan replied with easy teasing, his own features grinning with lustful joy. "But before that... the appetizer." Tristan leaned down and lifted one of Celestine's magnificent breasts to his lips and while she tried, there was no way she could pull away from him, and soon enough she felt him take one of her fully erect nipples into his mouth... Instantly she felt the wet heat of his tongue begin to flick and play at her sensitive nub, and quickly Celestine felt her whole body shaking as wonderful erotic delight filled her. She couldn't help but stare down helplessly at him as he feasted upon her breasts. No more then she could help how much she enjoyed the sensations of his sensual attentions.



By the time Tristan pulled away, Celestine was almost panting with pleasure, and she could feel her knees were shaking as she fought to remain standing... Her mind was spinning in rapture as she looked down upon him. Yet despite that she fought to grin at him defiantly again. "I-Is that all you got?!" Celestine tried to bark at him. Instead it came out low and stained with reluctant desire. Yet she could feel the emotions it sparked in him through the demonic marks, and she couldn't help but shiver in response. The magnitude of his desire mixed with his adoration and longing, it was almost too much and nearly swept Celestine away. Yet somehow, she held, and defiantly kept grinning down at him, fighting to keep an unimpressed look upon her features.



However Tristan smiled right back up at her, before moving to the other untouched nipple. Celestine tried to brace herself for what would come next, but a sudden and sharp flare of wonderfully painful pleasure shot through her chest and make her arch her back almost completely as a low moan escaped her lips. It took her mind a moment to catch up, but Celestine realized that Tristan was nipping and pulling at her nipple. Not so hard as to break flesh, but certainly hard enough to stun her with the sudden wave of delightful stinging delight.



She fought hard to regain control over herself, and tried to force her body to relax and lessen the arch of her back. But it seemed as if Tristan had other plans, and she felt his now free hand begin to maneuver her unattended breast. In moments she realized he had moved the highly sensitive nipples close to one another. Close enough that in a moment he took both the sensitive mounds into his mouth and sucked hard. <em>"AHH!"</em> Celestine cried out at the sudden sensation inflicting the entirety of her sensitive nipples before her voice collapsed into rapid panting and gasps. It took her a few moments more, but Celestine eventually realized that as Tristan sucked and lapped at her tits, the hardened nubs were rubbing against each other, building upon the already looming orgasm that had been creeping closer with each lick and nibble. "Fuck!" Celestine cried out again in between gasps for air. She was close... so close to being crushed by that teetering edifice that was her own rapture. And despite her defiance, she wanted it to come down like a comet and blow her away...



And just as she wished for it, her desires were granted, as she felt both of her nipples be gently trapped between his teeth, only for the pressure to slowly grow as he pulled back, sending ecstatic pain and bliss coursing through her, and finally tipping that looming orgasm over to crush her beneath its weight. "Oh! Oh <em>fuck</em>! Yes... <em>Yes! Ah... AhhnnH! OH FUCK ME!</em>" Celestine howled as she bucked and thrashed at the orgasm he inflicted upon her. Yet every movement pulled at her trapped nipples, sending new shocks and waves of pleasure through her as she fought to survive the near crippling orgasm. All sense of time disappeared to Celestine, and instead the world became one of torturous euphoria. She faintly felt her toes curl and dimly heard the moans that escaped her lips between cries of ecstasy... She was even vaguely aware of the fact that the only reason that she was still standing was because Tristan had her wrists pinned above her, and that he was holding her up. Yet despite being crushed her the tide of her orgasm, Celestine kept her legs closed tightly, even as they jerked and twitched under her.



Soon though, Celestine felt Tristan finally release her tits from his hungry mouth, and soon the quakes of pleasure began to subside and dim. It only took her a moment to regain her footing, but beyond that there was little more that Celestine could do but hang weakly from his grip upon her wrists. He had reduced her to a panting wreck, still dazed and quaking with aftershocks of pleasure that ran through her.



But if she expected Tristan to give her a moment to recover, she was quickly shown the error of her assumptions. Celestine was snapped out of her post orgasm haze as she felt and heard the jeans she wore being torn open... Looking down she saw his now free hand slowly tearing the groin away from her jeans, exposing her sodden panties. "W-...Wait..." She feebly spoke up, glancing up to him. However as she met his gaze she felt her heart skip a beat before it began to jackhammer in her chest again... What she saw in his eyes was simple unrelenting, unforgiving lust. She saw that he was convinced, that he was going to have her, and that there was nothing she, or anyone else for that matter, could do to stop him.



His lips pulled back into a relaxed yet utterly certain smile. "Wait? You're asking me to wait? Come now Celestine, we both know the answer to that request..." Tristan's hand paused in its systematic destruction of Celestine's jeans, having exposed her almost completely, and leaving the only defense she had was her closed legs and the thin layer of damp cloth from her panties... "But instead of me repeating myself again, I want you to answer your request for me..." Tristan proposed with perfect calm.



Celestine however shook her head sharply. "I... I don't want to..." She responded weakly, even as she felt his free hand reach up to the base of her neck and start to slowly dance down her chest and stomach...



"Oh... but you <em>will do it</em>." Tristan demanded lowly, his voice enticingly rough. His hand continued to migrate south on her body, eventually reaching the Demonic Mark stamped around her naval. However, instead of pressing directly against the sensitive flesh, he teased an outline of the intricate and sharp edged tattoo-like mark. The gentle touch made Celestine shiver as slight shocks of pleasure reached out from where he touched, and made her feel like putty in his hands. His words only accented the point that his grip upon her wrists made, that she wasn't in control here... Still, Celestine shook her head weakly, desperately fighting against the pressure he placed upon her. "...Celestine..." Tristan's voice rumbled in her ears, as she felt him press directly upon the thin lines of her demonic mark, making her squirm all the more in his grip as pleasure cut through her defiance.



"...Y-...You will ne-never stop..." Celestine eventually answered, her voice breathy and shuddering lightly as she shivered in his grasp. Yet as she spoke she felt a wave of luscious joy and excitement wash over her, as the anticipation of what was to come pressed down on her...



"Good. Very good... my beautiful Celestine..." Tristan replied, as she felt his hand begin to wrap around her panties. That in of it self made Celestine's breath catch, and she fully expected him to tear them away sharply. But again he surprised her, as he instead pulled upon them firmly, but not enough to tear the thin garment away. Instead, she felt her panties bunch up, and slip into the still protected slit of her pussy. Instantly she gasped out at the new wave of unexpected pleasure as the damp cloth ground inside her, but even that was cut short as Tristan seized her lips with his own, kissing her hungrily and possessively. It was all she could do but writhe in his grip as he would pull her panties against her cunt, and then relax his grip enough to lessen the pressure upon her swamped pussy, only for him to pull again and start the process all over sending fresh waves of rough pleasure through her. At the same time Celestine couldn't help but moan and whimper against his lips, even as she kissed back.



Eventually Celestine felt Tristan pull away from her lips, and was surprised to find herself whining lightly at the sudden lack of contact. But that was quickly turned into a startled gasp as Tristan had finally had enough of toying with her and pulled hard enough to finally rip her panties away from Celestine, leaving her groin exposed. Almost instantly Celestine shivered from the cool air against her already wet skin. But that seemed unimportant when Tristan spoke up again. "Now, I think that's enough foreplay, don't you? Open your legs for me Celestine." Tristan demanded coolly, his free hand slowly sliding down her hip, still damp from the wetness that had soaked her undergarments.



But Celestine surprised him when she shook her head again, and looked to him, rebelliousness still simmering in her eyes, not completely snuffed out by her own desires just yet... "Do you r-really think that demanding it... is really just going to make it h-happen?" She challenged, even as her voice betrayed her own nearly rampant desires and lust.



However, Tristan didn't respond with words at first. Instead he quickly kicked off his pants and tore his shirt away before stepping closer, eliminating any distance between them as he pressed his body up against hers, firmly pinning her between himself and the wall behind her. And despite herself and her faltering attempts at disobedience, Celestine couldn't help the shuddering moan that escaped her lips as she felt his erect cock grind up her stomach and get pinned in between the two of them. She felt the scalding heat radiating off his cock and it felt as if it was about to sear her skin. She tried to wriggle to get it away from her, but that only seemed to entice him, as she felt his stunning cock throb and kick lightly against her, making her shiver in want and delight... In contrast, the cool wall she was pressed up against made her shiver pleasantly.



Oh how she wished she had her hands right now... to reach down and touch his firm and marvelous body, and to wrap her fingers around his throbbing cock... But she didn't have her hands, and that made her writhe in want... Celestine looked to him and found his gaze reflecting his want for her. She could feel the immensity of his desire through the Demonic Marks, but a part of her wondered if some of what she felt wasn't her own desires and wants... Yet there was still one last hurtle he had to overcome, one last thing before they could both find the ecstasy they both sought...



"Open your legs Celestine." Tristan demanded again, and she could feel the rumble in his voice through his chest, compressed against her breasts. Yet she found her breath was coming too quick in its shallow panting breaths, and so she could form no words to reply to him. So instead, she shook her head to tell him no, all the while hoping that her desires would be fulfilled.



The grinding growl that came from Tristan nearly made Celestine cream herself right there. The merciless sense of possessiveness that impacted her from that sound made her almost vibrate with lust and desire. The tone of such a growl left no doubt that at this moment, she was Tristan's, and no force would stop him from claiming her. And so when she felt his free hand drop lower on her leg and forcefully wrench it up, splitting her legs open and exposing her nearly dripping pussy in one forceful pull, it was all Celestine could do but yelp giddily, and try not to break down and beg him to impale her with his cock...



As it turned out, she didn't need to beg, as only a moment after exposing her pussy, Tristan pulled back and then drove himself into her with a single thrust, pounding into her with enough force to lift her clear off her feet. "<em>AHHhhhooh FfucckYES!"</em> Celestine howled out, a supremely satisfied look upon her face as her pussy quivered around his cock uncontrollably. He was buried into her almost completely and she could feel the head of his dick pressing against her womb wonderfully. <em>"So Full! So fucking FULL!"</em> Celestine continued to cry out as she felt herself squeezing down on him, only for his cock to buck against the inner walls of her pussy. She vaguely felt the leg he pulled up still being held firmly, and in a pleasure blurred haze Celestine tried to pull her leg free. The response she got was Tristan's grip tightening, and lifting her leg further, spreading her just a smidgen more and giving him room to slip a little bit more of himself into her.



The sight of his wonderfully thick fuck stick driving into her even a little bit more was all it took for Celestine to climax again, forcing her head to roll back as she wordlessly wailed out her pleasure and utter ecstasy. In moments she was shivering and bucking with him impaled inside her, and each wave of blinding pleasure that rampaged through her made her pussy ripple around him as it tried to milk him dry... Yet it seemed as if Tristan was impatient today, as he didn't even begin to wait for her to come down from her orgasm, and instead withdrew quickly from her, only to stab back into her, almost forcing the air from Celestine's lungs as a fresh explosion of carnal bliss ran through her with enough force to snap her out of her wordless screaming.



<em>"Oh FUCK! Don't stop! Please don't ever fucking stop!"</em> Celestine begged desperately as Tristan continued to pound into her squeezing pussy, her orgasmic bliss being dragged on by each of his merciless thrusts. <em>"More! Please more!"</em> Celestine beseeched as her own juices oozed down Tristan's cock and the room filled with the sounds of flesh against flesh. Without even realizing it, Celestine began to wrap her free leg around Tristan's waist, helping to support some of her weight while at the same time, desperately trying to pull him in deeper. <em>"PLEASE! Don't ever stop fucking me with that spectacular cock! Make my pussy remember the shape of your dick forever! Ruin me for all other men! Make me YOURS!"</em> Celestine howled out to Tristan as her climax came to a head with her whole body shaking and grinding against his. Every inch of her that was in contact with him felt like it was being struck by lightning, as her back arched against him and Celestine's last rational act was to crush her lips against his as she screamed out her desire and adoration for him and the utter rapturous ecstasy he gave her.



And as much as Tristan loved every moment of it, Celestine's squeezing pussy and grinding body set him upon a very dangerous edge. As always, something about this woman frayed his self control, leaving him precariously close to spilling his load inside her, and potentially ruining everything. Worse, was that the clawing hunger that began to tear at his mind again... the hunger for the soul of the woman he was impaled into. It wasn't the ravenous unnatural hunger from the first time he had screwed her after using his demonic powers, but that didn't mean it didn't push him to the edge of his sanity... He could hear her soul, singing to him, begging him just as loudly as her voice did, pleading for him to consume her.



But Tristan fought against his darkest impulses... He didn't want to implant Celestine with a demonic child that would inevitably consume her, nor did he want to feast upon her soul either. She wasn't ready yet, not yet. There was still purity there, hidden under the filth of lust he had heaped upon her. Nor had she given herself fully to him yet... She might have given into her own desires, but not to him... not yet... He didn't want her to become subservient, but he wanted her dedicated to their cycle of conquest and defiance. So Tristan resisted his impulses for now and began to withdraw from her. The hand that held her leg up released her, and planted itself against the wall, as he fought with his own nature and began to push away. But it seemed, that his control would be tested further, as Celestine herself had other plans...



The moment he released her, Celestine's free leg snapped around Tristan's waist and pulled herself away from the wall and back down upon his throbbing cock with a new cry of ecstasy. <em>"NO!"</em> Celestine half begged half demanded. <em>"No! Not yet! Please, can't we keep going?!"</em>



Her words sent a pulse of new lust through Tristan, a pulse he found himself unable to ignore as he drove forwards again with enough force to slam the two of them against the wall. The sound of cracking and splintering wood fell on deaf ears as Tristan grunted out with each new thrust, pounding Celestine's insatiable cunt. <em>"Is</em> <strong><em>this</em></strong> <em>what you want?!"</em> Tristan asked, his voice slipping into a thick grinding rumble. <em>Is</em> <strong><em>this</em></strong> <em>the cock you</em> <strong><em>crave and lust after!?"</em></strong> He demanded from her, arching his back and lifting her several more inches off the ground.



<em>"</em><strong><em>YES</em></strong><em>!"</em> Celestine replied desperately as she squeezed her legs tightly around him, fighting to keep him in place and prevent him from pulling away from her. But even as she did, his words and cock grinding inside her triggered another shattering orgasm within her. But unlike before, she did not shake or writhe. Instead Celestine found herself frozen as every muscle in her body nearly locked up completely as her pussy desperately squeezed down in their erotic embrace. Only incoherent pleas and gasps could be heard from her lips as another orgasm rocked through her.



It was all Tristan could do to not blow his load inside her, and for a long moment he dared not even move, or risk the dam of his resolve breaking. After what felt like eternity, Celestine's body began to relax, and he took the opportunity to quickly unwrap her legs from him and pull out of her. A moment later and Celestine slipped back and slumped down onto her bottom, as she sat back against the wall. Her arms were still up above her head. Tristan had managed to keep her from falling down too hard. Looking down he saw her features, riddled with lust and drunk off sex... A moment more and he saw Celestine's eyes refocus on his still erect throbbing cock, whose end was mere inches from her face. Immediately he felt her pull at her arms, as if wanting to reach for him, and he could see her lick her lips hungrily in her addled state.

<hr pg="4" />But as she realized he still held her hands firmly, and that she could not reach him by leaning forwards, Celestine let out a frustrated moan before looking up to him. "I-... I'm thirsty..." Was all she said as they met each others eyes. She was flush with desire and exertion. While their most recent fuck had been relatively quick, it had been brutal and resulted in Celestine enjoying herself most heartily. However seeing her with that desperately hungry look in her eyes was too much for Tristan, and without hesitation his free hand grasped his cock, still glistening and slick with her cum, and began to stroke himself hard and fast...



Seeing his actions for herself, Celestine opened her mouth and reached out her tongue, hoping to catch as much as of what was coming as possible, sitting there helpless to move or act... All she could do was look up and meet his gaze, her eyes smoldering with carnal and perverse desires... It didn't take long, with Tristan already on the edge from screwing her, and the first jet of his cum erupted from Tristan's cock, painting a thick white line across Celestine's features and down her right cheek.



Instantly Celestine found herself moaning in wicked and raunchy delight. The stream of heavy thick cum splashed across her face and she reveled in its liquid heat as it began to ooze down her face. But only a half second later the second stream burst forwards and poured into her mouth and over her tongue, filling her mouth with his taste even as it dripped down her tongue and chin. She didn't swallow just yet though, or even close her mouth, all in the hope that she would be rewarded with another splash in her thirsty mouth.



Yet the third and forth jets quickly lost their aim. The third drew a second line across her features, and was vertical this time and nearly forced one of Celestine's eyes closed. The fourth struck her chin, and quickly began to drip down onto her heaving chest. Seeing his seed drip down onto her breasts, Tristan couldn't help but aim south, and within moments, Celestine's breasts were also a tapestry of cooling cum...



As Tristan finished, he found himself reveling in the sight of his labors, and saw Celestine, now realizing that he was finished, close her mouth and work the seed already inside her mouth around, as she moaned in delight of his taste... Tristan could see her addiction to his demonic essence was essentially complete. He doubted that if she were presented with the opportunity to drink of him again, that she would resist at all. It was even possible that Celestine might simply ask for it, though he honestly doubted it. Her personality, pride and resolve would keep that from ever happening. But now that he was sated, Tristan released Celestine's hands.



However after a moment, Celestine surprised him, as she immediately reached up and took his cock with both hands, and began to stroke him slowly, looking up to his eyes for just a moment as she smiled hungrily at him... Tristan sighed in utter pleasure as he watched her work the last drops of his cum out of his slowly softening cock onto her outstretched tongue, letting out light sighs of pleasure as each new drop fell onto her tongue. It wasn't long till she could work no more from him, and once finished, she leaned forwards and gently kissed the tip of Tristan's cock, lapping lightly at the tip through parted lips. But even that did not last long, and Celestine eventually fell back against the wall, half exhausted and half delirious with ecstasy and euphoria. "Thank you for the lesson..." She eventually managed, eyes half lidded as she looked up to him again.



"You're welcome." Tristan managed, fighting back the new wave of lust that her words incited... Instead he put further distance between the two of them, moving to find his pants again and bring them up around his waist. When he looked back to her, he found Celestine shoveling his cooling seed into her mouth, licking her fingers clean each time as she swallowed his heavy seed down. Yet even as she worked, Tristan spoke up again, distracting her. "Be ready in a few hours." He said roughly, clearly restraining himself. "As you've pointed out, I have guests in a few hours... And I'd like you to be there during my meeting with them." Tristan finished, before turning and taking his leave, knowing that if he stayed he wouldn't be able to stop himself from having his way with her again.



Celestine nodded to his words as he left, and smiled as she scooped another load of his addictively delicious semen into her mouth. She didn't stop once he was gone, but slowly rational thought began to return to Celestine as her own pleasure began to subside and the last of Tristan's seed was consumed, or rubbed into her skin. As she sat there, her clothes utterly torn and ruined, Celestine came to the conclusion that that had gone well and that had been a pretty great fucking... She had hoped that after she just left him high and dry, that Tristan would simply force the issue and take her, whether she wanted him to or not, and he did not disappoint.



Despite everything he had told her today, Celestine didn't feel down or depressed either. If anything she felt more sure of herself than ever... Yes, she had enjoyed the fucking he had given her, but then she wouldn't have wanted their discussion to end any other way. Not only had she learned a lot about herself and the Nephilim, she also got a hell of a ride on Tristan's cock. And she realized, more as a side note than anything, that this would probably help Tristan trust her more, and that the 'lessons' suggested that he was putting more faith in her, or rather that he was convinced that he was breaking her down further and that she would end up trying to seduce others, bringing her closer to the Third Demonic Mark.



She giggled to herself at the notion of that... Her, seducing men. It did paint an erotic picture with her in the center of it, but it wasn't something she was exactly comfortable with. Tristan was one thing, but others? She shook her head as she reaffirmed that she couldn't, or rather, that she wouldn't. She didn't want men lusting after her... No... actually that wasn't completely right. She <em>shouldn't</em> want <em>other</em> men lusting after her... Yes, knowing men desired her was exciting, but it wasn't like she was about to meet a bunch of other men... What she had with Tristan was fine, and more than satisfying. Further, it wasn't like their relationship could possibly evolve into a romantic one... could it? With that one thought, the questions about their relationship that Celestine had shoved aside earlier came rushing back in, and as far as Celestine could figure, none of those questions had any answers. Yet despite that her chest felt tight as she pondered the answers, and she wished she could just push it all away again...



However as she was thinking on those questions, she realized that Tristan was right, and that she didn't have a lot of time to get ready for Arzal and Markus... It was then that it hit her like a brick.



"... Markus..." She whispered to herself, doubt and concern creeping into her voice.



She glanced down at herself and realized what a mess she was... not only in appearance, but emotionally as well. A part of her honestly longed to be with Tristan, even though she knew he was a soul eating monster that probably didn't want anything romantic from her... Worse, was the fact that that same part, along with other aspects of herself, loved being fucked by Tristan... The most recent events proving it more than any other evidence could. Could Markus even begin to accept her for being like this? Yes, she wanted to bring Tristan down, but at the same time she loved the feel of him impaled inside her...



Thinking on it, Celestine couldn't help but chuckle darkly at her own thoughts. The idea that Markus would want anything to do with her if he knew the truth about her desires and cravings was retarded... How could he accept that about her? How could he accept that Tristan had in fact been getting to her... and that she was beginning to break under his influence...? Celestine smiled grimly to herself. 'Beginning'? More like she was already half corrupt... But then she knew that's what it was going to take... Celestine knew she couldn't bring Tristan down and keep herself clean at the same time. If she had to wade through the filth, then so be it. If she needed to lie to Markus to keep him close, then that was an acceptable sin that she would take on. Especially given that Markus would only end up dead if he went against Tristan...



She shrugged to herself lightly, closing her eyes for a moment as she recalled the quick but wonderful fucking she had just received. It could be worse she supposed. She could be under the rule of some demon of gluttony, constantly being forced to gorge herself, or a demon of envy, who would likely demand that she hate others simply for having something she didn't. She was pretty certain she couldn't handle things like that. Lust? Lust she could manage... And the fact that it felt great didn't hurt either...



Celestine got up and looked to the wall Tristan had fucked her up against, and smiled as it crumbled more, now that she wasn't supporting it. "Oops..." Was all she could manage before she turned towards the door with a slightly mischievous grin to her lips. However, after a single step, she quickly found herself stumbling on her own shredded jeans... "Shit..." Celestine swore to herself, only to also realize her chest was completely exposed as well, even though her sleeves still somehow clung to her arms. "Damn it all... why do you love ripping my clothes off!?" Celestine asked Tristan, even though he was long gone.



Sighing to herself, Celestine looked about the room for something to cover herself up with. She wasn't going to just walk around the mansion naked, or completely exposed as she was... It only took her a moment decide on tearing down some of the curtains and using those to help cover herself up in... Tristan could foot the bill, he was the one who caused this problem in the first place after all.



Within a few moments, Celestine had her makeshift clothes prepared. Around her waist and bust were pieces of the curtains wrapped around her several times over and then tied off with a simple knot. It wouldn't last forever, and it wasn't exactly pretty, but it would do until she got back to her chambers. Still, she had to curse Tristan again, as the thin curtains were incredibly light, but also semi-transparent. If not for wrapping it around her several times, Celestine was fairly certain that that any passer by could see through them... Oddly enough, the attire vaguely reminded her of what Navira wore during court. It had an 'almost nothing there' look to it. Still, Celestine decided not to linger long and began to head back to her chambers.



~~~~



Celestine, despite knowing she was one slipped knot away from being naked, walked as calmly and steadily as she could through Tristan's home. As much as she wanted to rush, she knew that if she went too quickly she would end up making her makeshift clothes come apart. At best, she figured the makeshift clothing could handle three or four sudden movements and little more...



Yet as Celestine walked, she felt the gaze of the demons who resided within Tristan's upon her, and had surprising difficulty ignoring the few titters and snickers she overheard as she walked. What's worse, was the fact that she was certain that one or two demons were beginning to follow her. The thought of contacting Tristan through the Demonic Mark crossed her mind, but Celestine resisted the urge to rely on him. Instead she simply pressed on, and hoped they would eventually give up.



Unfortunately, it seemed as if she were not that lucky, as she quickly found herself blocked off by a pixyish maid, who seemed intent on barring her way. Celestine turned to find another route, only for two more demons to come behind her in the less than spacious hall. Of the three of them, they seemed to be led by a male demon, which, at least in his human form, was not horrific to look upon, but he did have an arrogant and cruel look to his eye. The third member of their little group was a very tall and also dressed as a maid, who did have a sort of attraction in her lithe and athletic build. Just meeting her gaze, Celestine felt as if she was challenging Celestine to some sort of competition, or that she at least wanted to. As Celestine stretched her less natural senses, she quickly figured that he was a pride demon of some sort, while they were both lust demons...



Celestine stood silently as they seemed to size her up, her expression firm but calm as she held the gaze of the arrogant sod who seemed to be leading them. It was obvious that he was looking down his nose at her, though the female demons were less critical and seemed to be more curious than anything. If anyone out of the three of them were a threat, it would likely be him... Eventually it seemed as if he were about to speak, but Celestine cut him off sharply, not willing to be the first to be talked down to. "Are you done ogling?" Celestine asked coldly, her voice utterly full of contempt.



Both the female demons looked to their leader, apparently stunned at Celestine's harsh bluntness. He also seemed surprised, at least for a moment before he smiled wide at her. "Heh... is this how it always starts? You putting up a strong front and using sharp words before you eventually break down and become more pliable?" The way his lips and mouth moved reminded Celestine of a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as it fought for air. But his words were more concerning...



"What are you blabbering on about?" Celestine asked, her voice still holding its sharp edge.



He chuckled and glanced to his companions, who seemed to snicker some. Celestine fought down the urge to blush, knowing that dressed as she was, she probably didn't strike that much of a threatening pose. Still, he responded after a moment. "Perhaps I need to elaborate further. My name is Saul, and you see, me and my companions, Salana and Tamana, are curious how this all works with you... You put on this strong, unapproachable guise, yet, I've also seen you panting like a bitch in heat, on your knees, bound, and waiting with your mouth wide open begging to be stuffed by a cock. As such, we've been wondering how you go from point A to B. And how exactly you think you can get away with this confident and willful guise when you really belong on your knees." He declared with a demeaning grin. Again, Celestine heard the slight giggling of the two that were accompanying him, whom he had indicated. It seemed the taller one was Salana, and the shorter demoness was Tamana. Celestine wondered if they were sisters or something, though somehow doubted it given how different the two of them were.



However, Celestine seemed to surprise him when, instead of getting angry or upset, she instead sighed in frustration. "Damn it all... You were at that gathering thing where Tristan showed me off when I was all tied up and stuff weren't you?" Celestine shook her head, not waiting for his answer. "Here I thought Tristan would have just invited demons with some class, not an urchin like you." Celestine added off-handedly, as if she wasn't concerned about insulting him at all. To her own amusement, Celestine heard the lust demons gasp at her words, and then fight to surpass new giggling at the expense of the one who led them. "Now I feel like I need to take a shower, knowing that someone like you saw all that." Celestine concluded, utterly unfazed by the annoyance that painted itself across Saul's face.



"High and mighty words for a whore and a slut." Saul shot back. "We heard you in the lounge with our Lord; we know what you two 'discussed' in there." That got Celestine's attention suddenly, making Saul think he had struck a nerve. Little did he know she was worried that he had heard them talking about her being a Fell Born. Still, it would surprise Celestine later to realize that she didn't seem to care if someone over heard her fucking... But despite her initial concern, her worries would fade as he continued. "Yes, that's quite right! We heard quite a bit! You begging our Lord to fuck you more and all that. Quite a desperate plea if I do recall correctly. Makes me wonder exactly how far you'd go, or what you'd do for a man's cock." He sneered.



Celestine however had regained her calm completely. He didn't know a damn thing about her being a Fell Born, and everything else he said just seemed small and unimportant to her. "Well, first off, I don't have sex with just anyone, and I do require my partners to have a measure of class. Or in simpler terms, someone not like you, who probably couldn't pay a woman to touch you." Celestine shot back easily. "I mean I'm pretty sure these two have never laid a finger on you." Celestine nodded towards Salana and Tamana. "They seem to have at least some standards of quality and probably wouldn't stoop so low as to dirty themselves for a toad like you." Celestine concluded. It wasn't as if Celestine was trying to be particularly scathing, but her utterly calm and completely unimpressed demeanor made her words cut deeply.



However, just as Saul was about to reply, Celestine held her hand up to stop him. "Hold it. Can we just skip the rest of this less than witty banter? I'm guessing you're a pride demon that enjoys humiliating others. And given that you work for Tristan, and have two lust demons following you around, I'm guessing you enjoy the humiliation of others during sexual encounters or in regards to their sexual prowess." Celestine proposed bluntly.



It seemed she hit the nail on the head as all three of them looked floored by her deduction. "How... how did you know that?" Tamana asked, a note of confusion and concern hanging on her voice.



"Shut up!" Saul snapped at her, making Tamana back off a step before he turned to Celestine. "What the hell do you know you worthless whore?!"



Celestine sighed and shook her head to herself. "I know plenty. See, I can actually sense the sins each demon is associated with... Both Salana and Tamana are lust demons, and you are a pride demon. Beyond that, it's simple deduction based on how you three are acting. My guess is that you three work together to complement each others skills... Tamana there probably screws with men, or women I suppose, and during that time makes degrading comments like 'is it in yet?' or 'push harder' and shit like that, thereby humiliating whomever she might be messing around with, all the while feeding off their lust." Celestine explained while glancing to the smallest of the three demons. "Where as Salana probably simply outlasts all her companions, and then will demand for more even as they nearly die from exhaustion. Which I suspect, would be quite degrading, knowing that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep up with your partner..." Celestine concluded idly, now glancing to the taller demoness. "Though that would require a partner who's interested in satisfying her, but I'm sure that's only a minor detail."



Both the female demons looked to each other a little surprised. "Well fuck us..." Salana replied before glancing to their leader, who was currently going red in the face with frustration. "Maybe we shouldn't mess with her huh? She seems to have us pegged, and this isn't going to work if she knows what we are up to." She suggested practically.



Tamana chipped in as well. "I think she's right... I mean this is kind of dangerous. What if we piss off Lord Durial? Hell, how do we know she hasn't called him already?" She asked, her voice growing more worried. "Look..." She said directly to Celestine. "I was just genuinely curious about you, but that's all, I'm really not out to try to hurt you or anything, I swear." She promised as she backed up a bit more.

<hr pg="5" />Celestine for her part seemed to accept that, and instead focused on Saul, who was less inclined to simply let this go like the other two were. "Shut up both of you!" He snapped out before looking to Celestine, frustration written across his features. "You think you can get the better of us? Well if you're so smart, than tell me where I fit in on the play huh?" He challenged.



Celestine sighed. "You don't really." She replied flatly. "These two probably just keep you around so that they can mock you behind your back... Or, in situations like this, set you up as the fall guy. Those two can always say it was your idea because they let you be the leader... Plus, I'm guessing that after these two are finished eating whatever poor soul they might be hunting, all you really get are the scraps and leftovers."



Saul seemed to leap up and stab his finger at Celestine. "Wrong you bitch! I help pick out targets for these two! I use my powers to make their partners full of themselves and desperate to please these two, setting them up for a bigger fall! Without me these two go hungry!" He declared confidently. "Isn't that right ladies?" He asked his two companions as he glared at Celestine. However, after a moment of no response, he glanced to the two of them and found that they seemed to be avoiding the subject entirely.



"Sure you do." Celestine replied dryly. "They let you do the work for them and reap the biggest reward. Congratulations, you're not just their fall guy; you're their bitch too..." Celestine added with a slightly cruel smile.



Saul looked to his companions for a moment, and Celestine could see the angry realization spread across his features before he abruptly turned to Celestine and snarled at her. "Damn you! Damn you all!" He rumbled as he began to reach for Celestine, his hand shifting and sprouting jagged saw like teeth from his stretching fingers...



Instinct took over and Celestine lashed out quickly, throwing an arm up to deflect his reaching hand by striking against his forearm, far from the dangerous cutting teeth he reached out with. While the deflection didn't send his arm flying away, it was enough to open him for a counter, and Celestine fell into step and lashed out with her free fist, trying to drive it through Saul's skull. However, Saul was quicker than Celestine initially gave him credit for, and managed to dodge the incoming blow by a hair's breadth.



"Do you really thi-<em>UNFT!</em>" he began to gloat, only for him to be cut off as the fist that missed him, came pulling back and curled around the back of his skull, dragging his head down sharply to meet Celestine's rising knee, that she snapped up with all her might. The blow made a disgusting crunch as what Celestine assumed to be cartilage strained and buckled under her enhanced physical strength. What's more, to a skilled observer, it would have been obvious that Celestine was trying to drive the bones in his nose up and into his brain. In essence, Celestine hadn't hesitated at all in trying to kill him...



But then Celestine knew that was really her only option... As strong and skilled as she was, he was still a demon, and if she didn't kill him right off the hop, before he brought all his weapons to bear, there was no way she was going to survive long... So when she came back down from the blow, her knee splattered in fresh blood, she hoped desperately that she was successful. Looking up, she saw him beginning to fall back, only for her hopes to be dashed as he regained his footing and began to start cursing.



"What the Fuck is this!?" He howled. "Did you just try and break my nose you useless cunt!? How dare you even think to lay a hand on me! Get on your fucking knees and <strong>beg</strong> for a quick death, and maybe I'll only torture you for a few days!" He snarled brutally, even as his transformation continued. And as much as Celestine wanted to fight, she knew that doing so against his true form would be suicidal... Even as she watched more saw like teeth ripped through his clothing and sprouted all over his body... They were not long, but they were very sharp. Celestine suspected they were not meant for cutting deep, but were instead they were meant for shallow vicious cuts meant to cause intense pain while making their target bleed to death.



Celestine hazarded a glance to the two female demons, which had fallen back a little at the sight of their companion transforming, unwilling to be immediately within his destructive reach. That said, even just standing there, they were a problem, because they blocked Celestine's path of escape in the narrow hallway... Glancing forwards towards Saul, Celestine saw his features twist and grow. "I told you to kneel you bitch!" He snapped as he began to move towards her, eyes filled with hate and anger.



Celestine smiled lightly to herself, despite the enormity of the danger she was in. She had spat all over this demon's pride, and revealed his life as a sham. Hell, even if she did die today, that was a pretty good way to go out... "I told you, I have standards, and you don't even come close to meeting them." Celestine sneered back, getting one last dig in before the inevitable came.



The rumbling growl that emanated from Saul filled the hallway and beyond, and a moment later he lowered his head and threw himself toward Celestine, the teeth covering his body shining sharply. Celestine slipped around him and realized very quickly that her opponent wasn't someone who could turn very easily, especially in his twisted demonic form. It was made all the more apparent as he tried to turn to face her while still moving, only to collide with a nearby wall. He didn't go through it, so much as all the hooks and saw like teeth that covered his skin left long grating rips along the walls surface.



Celestine thought about insulting him again, hoping to keep him angry and clumsy, but she never really got the chance, as he ripped away a piece of the wall and hurled it at her with enough force to break bones. Celestine only just managed to duck out of the way of the chunk of wood and drywall, but her opponent was right behind it, swinging fiercely at her with very little method or technique. However, because of his unique body, Celestine couldn't retaliate without seriously injuring herself in the process. Thankfully, Celestine was able to dodge all but one of his random strikes, and even the one that did connect was a glancing blow. Unfortunately, that one blow as all Celestine required in order to learn that the saw like teeth that covered Saul's flesh, were not static and unmoving.



She couldn't help but cry out as she pulled away, hot red blood spilling from the six parallel rips along the side of her body... Instantly she put a hand to the wound to try and stem the bleeding, and saw the demon's primary weapons moving... The saw like teeth that covered his body seemed perfectly capable of independent movement... each row of teeth flowing and cutting like a band saw... In the half second of contact, six rows of the sharp teeth had exploded into action, roughly ripping at her flesh and nearly dragging her into more of the jagged teeth like a damn wood chipper. "Not so cocky now, are we?" Saul hissed at her, coming closer to her by a single step, the teeth of his natural weapons still whirring about, flicking her blood about the hall.



As much as Celestine wanted to retort, her sides hurt so much it was hard to breathe, let alone talk. Further, looking down she saw her wound leaking blood at an alarming rate... She didn't think it would be fatal, at least not to her with the Demonic Marks, but if she didn't stop and rest and let the wound stop bleeding, she was going to die from blood loss... Never mind the fact that her rapid movements were making her makeshift clothes come apart.



His words distracted her however. "Now, where shall I start? Fingers or toes? Hum... Decisions decisions... What do you think? Where shall I start grinding you down into bloody hamburger?" The wide sadistic smile that painted itself on his twisted face showed Celestine that he wasn't kidding or exaggerating, and that above everything else, that at this moment he really wanted to turn her into a bloody puddle of shredded meat and bone...



That single realization triggered something in Celestine, and after a moment, she felt a terribly cold darkness stir deep within her, as if roused from some deep sleep by the obvious danger... "W-What?" She asked aloud as she staggered back, her free hand reaching for her own chest as if somehow to keep whatever it was inside... She felt a heavy throb at the core of her body, only for it subside for a moment. Unbidden, the notion that something was trying to break free filled Celestine's mind, and cool dread began to claw it's way into her mind. A second stronger pulse shook her bodily, and Celestine could have sworn her heart nearly exploded in her chest as the pressure continued to press out from inside her... This time it took longer to subside, and when it finally did, Celestine found herself gasping for breath and checking to see if her heart was still beating...



Saul, who watched Celestine's odd movements seemed to frown in some confusion, wondering what she was doing. Celestine, hoping that whatever was happening to her was over, tried to fall back into a martial stance, despite knowing she couldn't beat Saul... Entirely on instinct, Celestine stretched out her senses, hoping to find some weakness to exploit, but instead she detected was Saul's ballooning pride and confidence, and the feel of it almost made Celestine gag, it was so sickening to look upon. But that sickness seemed to trigger another surge from inside her, strong enough to knock her to her knees.



It dawned on Celestine then, that whatever was trying to get out, was succeeding. She felt whatever barrier that existed to keep it in, had just cracked, and instantly she could feel whatever it was, spilling out from the fractured barrier. It somehow felt like ice water was flowing out from her heart, spilling out into her veins and freezing her from the inside out. She couldn't help the horrible shaking that suddenly wracked her body and despite herself, Celestine let out a confused and fearful gasp for air as her body spazmed from the cold.



The demon in front of her cocked his head, as if surprised that she was suddenly giving up. However after a moment, he smiled wickedly again, immediately believing that he was the cause of this sudden change in her. Saul took a moment to enjoy the sight of her falling to her knees and shaking in fear before speaking cruelly. "So now you finally understand! But do you really think I'd offer mercy this late in the game? After you've spat your insults at me?! Whether you are our Lord's pet or not isn't important anymore, you are a mortal, and anyone and everyone can see the truth of it! And that truth is all that matters is that you suffer!" He declared loudly, fully expecting her to begin begging for him to spare her. However as he stepped forwards, he watched as Celestine fell to her side and continue to gasp desperately for air as her body began to seizure. "W-...what's wrong with you?" He asked, suddenly very confused, having not done anything yet to warrant such a response.



However Celestine was completely oblivious to his words by this point, as she desperately tried to keep herself alive through sheer force of will, even as the darkness inside her continued to try and push its way out of her freezing body... Every heartbeat was like it was slamming against her mind and soul, trying to rip its way free of her chest.



<em>Fight it!</em> Her inner voice yelled to her, suddenly beside Celestine and wrapping its arms around her. <em>You have to fight it! Don't let it out! You must not let it out!</em> Her spectral partner howled to her, squeezing Celestine tighter, as if trying to hold her together and keep whatever it was, in.



Celestine, for her part nodded her agreement, somehow knowing that whatever it was, it wanted nothing more than to be free. And somehow, she knew that its freedom would come at the cost of her own life. "Y-yes..." Celestine eventually managed, answering her invisible companion as she fought to push the horrible cold back. Even as she struggled, Celestine felt warmth spread from the touch of her inner voice, and that warmth pushed back the clawing cold inside her. But it felt so slow, and the cold was relentless in its attempts at freedom. "I w-won't let you o-out!" Celestine rasped aloud, much to the confusion of those observing her spasms and seizures. Yet despite her words, Celestine could feel the chilling darkness sapping her strength. A part of her feared that she had taken too long to react, and that whatever it was had gained too much of a foothold. Still, she did not yield, and the cold continued to be beaten back over what felt like hours to Celestine.



As the crippling cold receded, a sense of relief began to fall upon Celestine, realizing that she was going to make it. But just as the last of the frozen streams of cold began to falter, whatever 'it' was, apparently decided to reply...



<strong><em>Yes... Yes you will...</em></strong>



Celestine went perfectly still at hearing its voice... Stunned by the fact that whatever it was could speak. And, more importantly, that it spoke with Celestine's voice... But unlike her normal tone, it was completely and utterly devoid of emotion or feeling, yet somehow it was still dark and terrible at the same time... Instantly Celestine was reminded of her nightmare and the horror that resided in that dreamscape, of how that dark cold monstrosity set the whole world ablaze in black flames. "N-no." Celestine finally managed to reply, though her voice was weak and terrified. But she was already so tired and weak, and despite how hard she fought, her vision was beginning to blur.



It was in that blur that Celestine saw 'it' again... The same abomination she saw in her dreams: tall and menacing as horrible inky blackness writhed around its unnatural humanoid shape. It stood, looming behind Saul, even though it was obvious he was completely oblivious to it. Somehow, even though everything else she saw was blurring, it stood out with perfect clarity. She could see every inch of its smooth black skin, with heavy bundles of muscle picked out by the shadows its own black fiery halo created. Yet somehow, the most striking feature was its eyes... They were a reflection of its voice, unfeeling and completely remorseless, yet vivid in their relentlessness. But most startling to Celestine, was the color of its eyes... They glowed with the same emerald hue of her own eyes...



<strong><em>Yes.</em></strong>



It finally replied, eyes narrowing at her. Celestine didn't get a chance to reply again, as she watched it blur out of existence, and for the world to come back into focus. Yet only a moment later and she felt new invisible hands slam down around her throat, which began to squeeze with crushing force. Again her vision of the world blurred, and Celestine saw it again, looming over, its large and oily black hands wrapped around her neck. For a second time, Celestine met its gaze and trembled at the finality that its eyes reflected. It was going to kill her. Not out of malice or hate, but simply because she was in its way to freedom... Celestine gasped and sputtered, desperately fighting for air as a new cold exploded out from its grip. It was all she could do to rasp out one choked word, completely on instinct...



"<em>Tristan</em>!"



<em>You won't have us!</em> Her inner voice declared loudly, her voice full of fury and passion. <em>You won't rob us of joy and pleasure and love!</em> As she spoke, Celestine felt the warm invisible hands leave her body and instead began to feel them tear the fingers around her throat away, quickly pealing the icy grip from Celestine and allow precious oxygen and blood to flow once more. Yet all Celestine saw of her companion was a spectral outline, as the world focused again, making them both slip back into the realm of complete invisibility.



<strong>...No...</strong>



The abomination's voice turned into a hiss, but not with a voice full desperation or hate, but with simple unfeeling reluctance to accept what was happening to it... But despite its reluctance, Celestine, in a last desperate attempt, threw all her will into pushing it down again. After a moment more, Celestine could feel that the entity was gone, as if it had never existed. Still, somehow Celestine knew that wasn't the end of it... It wasn't really gone, just locked away again... A second later and Celestine felt a terrible weariness fall upon her, and her consciousness began to slip away from her. Yet as she fell under sleep's pull, her inner voice spoke up once again, weary but relieved.



<em>Rest now... she will not bother us again for now. And help is on its way. Rest...</em>



And despite her situation, Celestine passed out, half naked and helpless on the ground, surrounded by three demons...



~~~~



"It's Coming!" Milana cried out as she fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around her body as if to fight off some desperate cold. "It's coming!" She repeated herself, as her body was wracked with horrible shivering and jerking muscles.



"Milana!" Blake called out to her as he raced across the room to reach her. Just moments ago she had been explaining to him and the others that what Hera had felt was indeed the corruption of a Fell Born. She had also begun to speculate that they might be able to follow that trail of corruption back to its source when she suddenly fell to her knees as if she had been struck by a hammer and immediately began to yell out.



A moment later and Blake was with her, holding her as she fought against the spasms that tried to wrack her body. However, to Blake's horror, Milana's skin felt like ice to the touch. "Milana!" He called out to her again. "It's okay! We're all here! Talk to us!" Blake pled, hoping that she could tell him something that would help him help her.



Instead she rasped out. "D-Darass! The horn... Bring the Horn!" Milana demanded, and Blake immediately understood what she intended to do.



"Not a fucking chance!" he bellowed at her, before turning to glare at Darass, only to find him with the horn in hand stepping towards his elder sister. The horn that Blake knew she would use to summon one of the True angels. "No! The strain could kill her when she's like this!" Blake roared out angrily. "I won't let her! Give her a chance to recover!"



"We don't have that sort of time you fool!" Dominace replied just as loudly. "The Dark Ascendant is coming right now! We wait and hundreds of lives could be wiped out!"



Blake glared at him before shooting back. "Even if it does come, it'll be busy with the demons around it for a little while right? That will give her enough time to recover!"



"Enough human!" Dominace demanded. "You do not understand! From what Milana told us, The Dark Ascendant will kill the demons around it first, but that is likely only because they are the nearest targets! You said it yourself, it doesn't target demons; it targets sin, which is in all people! Yes, it might kill a few demons, but it'll probably kill thousands more humans before we are able to stop it. We can't allow that, not for a handful of demons!"



"But!..." Blake began weakly, knowing that practically speaking, Dominace was right... But that didn't make what he felt any less painful.



But it seemed that whatever divinity that was out there was looking out for him today, because Milana suddenly went still and seemed to relax all at once. A moment more and the warmth returned to her skin before she began to cough two or three times in Blake's arms. Everyone looked to her worriedly, but eventually she shook it off, and with Blake's help, Milana got up to her feet again, though she was still visibly shaken.

<hr pg="6" />"It... It has passed... The Fell Born did not ascend and complete its transformation... But it was very close. I don't know what finally managed to drag it back, but I'm certain it wasn't because someone had the sense to slay Celestine. Therefore the risk of her transforming still exists. We must hurry and do everything we can to find her, before her powers grow any further..."



~~~~



<em>("Tristan!")</em>



Tristan snapped to attention, pausing mid sentence during a discussion with Claude. It was strange to hear Celestine call out for him over the Demonic Mark, normally she only did that when they absolutely needed to keep whatever was shared secret or if she were in danger... <em>("Celestine?")</em> He called back curiously, confused at her sudden and frightened call. However when no response was immediate he frowned, his concern grew exponentially. <em>("Celestine?!")</em> He called out again, the taint of desperation on his thoughts. But yet again, no response was forthcoming, and Tristan immediately assumed the worst.



<em>("Rena!")</em> He called out without hesitation. <em>("Celestine is in danger! Find her and protect her!")</em> He ordered as he dropped everything and proceeded to reach out with the Demonic Mark, trying to locate Celestine to help direct Rena. Only to be stunned by the fact that something seemed to be blocking his connection with Celestine entirely... <em>("Hurry!")</em> He demanded of Rena, even as he knew nothing in this world should have been able to block him from a marked servant...



~~~~



<em>("Rena! Celestine is in dang-")</em> Was as far as her Lord's orders needed to go before Rena was already exploding out of her chambers, tattered bits of her clothes and bed hanging off her true form as she catapulted herself down the halls of the mansion, her talons and claws tearing up wood and shattering stone with each powerful step. <em>("-er! Find and her and protect her! ... Hurry!")</em> The need for her Lord to urge her on was superfluous, as Rena would have happily hurled herself on the spears of her enemies if it meant protecting Celestine.



<em>("Yes, my Master!")</em> Rena replied, thoughts full of fury and determination as she leapt around another corner, scattering a few demons that were walking down the hall without concern or care for their safety. Woe to any fool that raised their hand against Celestine or barred Rena's path.



~~~~



"What did you do to her?" Salana demanded of their fake leader, her voice angry and confused.



"Something completely insane, that's what!" The smaller demoness answered for him. "When Durial finds out about this, he's gonna torture us for decades! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! We worked so hard to gain his favor, why did we risk it on this!?" Tamana asked as she knelt along side Celestine, trying to think of someway of helping her.



The pride demon, sneered at them. "Be quiet you worthless sows! I barely touched her, whatever is happening isn't because of me. Something must be wrong with her. Besides, it's just a mortal. We'll just go find him another one."



"So you <em>are</em> retarded! Were you not listening at Court? The Sovereign himself took note of her and called her valuable! How the hell do you think we could possibly find another human like that?!" Salana snapped out, ignoring the spiteful glare that Saul sent her way.



As Salana and Saul argued, a chill ran down Tamana's back, and glancing down at Celestine again, the lust demoness could have sworn she saw the mortal looking at something, as if it were just behind Saul. Tamana saw Celestine's eyes were wide with fright even as her body still shook badly, as if freezing cold. Tamana frowned in confusion, not sure what Celestine could be seeing, yet as she searched, the chill that ran down her back intensified, and Tamana felt herself almost recoil from something... She couldn't see it though... but it was there... somewhere, just behind Saul...



A moment later though, and to Tamana's great relief, the presence seemed to disappear. "Jeez... what was that?" Tamana asked herself more than anyone.



Yet Salana seemed to overhear her despite having a glaring contest with Saul. "What was what Tamana?"



"You didn't feel it? There... there was something here... it was standing behind Saul, and Celestine could see it..." Tamana answered.



Saul scoffed is disgust. "Your mind is as small as you are short. There isn't anything here but us and that wretched mortal."



But as Saul spoke, saw Celestine's eyes shifted away from whatever she saw, and she seemed to visibly relaxed as well. "Well, whatever it was, and it was there you bastard," Tamana shot at Saul, "it seems to be gone now."



But as Tamana finished, she noticed Celestine's eyes shift suddenly and face directly above her before her whole body began to spasm and thrash. More importantly though, Tamana could see Celestine was desperately fighting for air. "Something is choking her!" Tamana began, before reaching to help Celestine. Yet before her hand made contact, Tamana felt something that sent her shrinking back instantly as she let out a terrified whimper. "Oh fuck! Its back!" Tamana almost shouted, her back against the wall.



"<em>Tristan"</em> Celestine managed to rasp out as her body thrashed about on the floor, before all air ceased to pass through her throat.



"There isn't anything there!" Saul snapped angrily. "Stop trying to distract me!"



"Shut up!" Salana snapped back. "You know as well as I do that Tamana is the most sensitive one out of the three of us! Maybe you're just too blind to sense what she is detecting. Look at Celestine; she's being choked by something!"



"Nonsense!" Saul sneered. "She probably just swallowed her tongue and is choking on that!"



But just as they were about to begin a new round of arguing, Celestine's thrashing seemed to stop just as suddenly as it had begun, and a moment later the woman before them seemed to pass out right in front of them. Tamana let out a slow breath of relief as the abhorrent presence seemed to fade. Still, Tamana approached cautiously, not wanting to risk herself. But she saw the growing puddle of blood at Celestine's side and knew she had to do something or they were all going to be punished by Durial.



"See? She's fine. No worse for wear!" Saul proclaimed proudly, despite Celestine's obvious injuries. "To bad that she fainted though... I would have loved to hear her screaming..." He continued lowly, arms rising to pick up where he left off after her sudden thrashing had begun. However he was stunned to find Salana standing in his way, while Tamana was ripping strips from her own clothes, and appeared to be trying to make simple bandages to bind Celestine's wounds, wounds that had only accelerated in their bleeding thanks to Celestine's thrashing. "What the fuck are you two doing?" Saul snapped angrily.



"Oh shut it you pompous fuckwit." Salana snapped. "I'm not going to risk Durial butchering us like fucking cattle all over your pathetic pride. Besides, we never were out to actually hurt her! You are the one who is going off all half cocked because she pointed out that you're our gopher."



"I'm no one's bitch you stupid cow!" Saul roared back.



"Oh please. All of us are someone's bitch. We all serve Durial, and he in turn pays fealty to the Sovereign. But hey, you know what? It's better to serve Durial than some outliner noble who would to use us to breed Hell Spawn or to fetch their lazy ass souls for them to feast on while we get scraps. Plus look at where we live! I don't know about you, but this sure as fuck beats some shitty apartment or some backwoods cave! So maybe you should pull your head out of your ass and realize you're not the king of the fuckin-" She was cut off suddenly by the sound of a wall or door exploding somewhere far off in the mansion. "Oh fuck us... What was that?" She asked no one in particular, Salana wary due to Tamana's warnings of another presence out there.



"That..." Celestine mumbled out, still half unconscious. "I suspect, is one pissed off Wrath Demon... Rena specifically..." Celestine finished, looking to the pride demon with a slightly cocky grin as she slowly came to.



"When the hell did you wake up?" The smaller demoness asked, her voice relieved as she knelt beside Celestine. "Oi! Don't move so much! I just finished wrapping your injuries." She explained, suddenly worried Celestine was going to hurt herself further. However her concerns were suddenly cut off by another heavy thump and the sounds of breaking stone. This time though, it was much closer... "Shit! What if it is Rena? We're going to be fucking painted all over the god damn walls if she finds us here!" Tamana continued, becoming more afraid with each word.



"Actually," Celestine corrected, "she'll know you were here regardless. She'll be able to track your scent and will butcher you after she runs you to ground... Running isn't going help." Celestine said with a slightly apologetic smile to Tamana.



Both of the demonic women visibly paled, though Saul's arrogance seemed to guard him against reason and sense. "Let her fucking come! I've always wondered what Durial's pet bitch has up her sleeve. But first I'm going to rip his fuck puppet into tiny little bits!" He stepped forwards again but the taller demoness put herself in his way again.



"I told you No! The only chance any of us have is if she isn't touched again! Why can't you understand that you fool?" The Salana asked angrily.



However before he could reply, another shattering thump sounded, making every head turn down the hallway towards where it came from. But before anyone saw her coming, Celestine immediately recognized the demonic aura that was coming as Rena's, and somehow knew that she wasn't going to be stopped until she had butchered someone... or perhaps everyone if the opportunity presented itself...



Everyone watched as Rena come ripping around the corner, only to come to a grinding halt as she saw the three demons around Celestine. A half second later, Rena bellowed out with a fury that made the lesser demons blood run cold, and Salana couldn't help but give a semi hysterical chuckle as she realized that Celestine was right... There was no outrunning Rena...



Celestine, thinking quickly, lashed out with her foot, catching Salana in the back of her knee, destroying her balance and sending her falling back without any warning. At first, the taller demoness didn't understand why the one she was trying to protect would lash out at her, but it became painfully apparent a moment later as Rena was suddenly soaring above Saul, her heavily armored and clawed fist closing around his skull as she leapt over him. To Salana at least, the world seemed to be playing out in slow motion, and she watched Rena's second hand reached for her, even as gravity continued to drag Salana down.



Either through sheer luck of blasphemous intervention, Salana watched as Rena's claw slipped past her face, only managing to graze Salana's attractive features. Still, even a graze sent a shock of pain through Salana, as feather light touch with Rena's deadly sharp claws was enough to split her skin with ease. It was only after Salana's ass hit the ground that she realized that Celestine had just saved her life... If she had been a few inches higher, like if she were standing with her balance intact, Rena's hand would have closed around her skull as well. Still, some macabre curiosity inflicted Salana, and she couldn't help but follow Rena's flight with her gaze, silently wondering what would have happened to her had she been caught... She immediately regretted her curiosity, yet the carnage that ensued was too much to look away from, as Salana, and everyone else for that matter, watched Rena soar over them, hauling Saul with her before landing a dozen feet behind Tamana. Before Saul could even let out a strangled grunt, Rena began swinging him around like a sack of potatoes, slamming him against the walls and floor, holding onto him by nothing more than his head.



For the first few swings and crashing blows, Saul looked like he was trying to break free of Rena's grip. But it quickly became apparent that the only way he was going to escape her grasp was if his head came off... Soon enough, Saul was hardly moving on his own any more, and had become successively limper each time he connected with the walls or floor.



The three of them watched as Rena finally let go of Saul, letting him slump against the broken wall in a shattered heap. Bones protruded through flesh as his blood leaked out of him. Patches of his flesh still whirred and clawed simply out of reflex, biting stupidly at the floor and wall that the ruined demon lay against. Yet despite his impressive defensive weapons, Rena didn't seem to have ever even taken notice them. Celestine saw that despite their sharpness, the thick armored hide that covered Rena's hands and much of her body was only scored and scrapped by Saul's weapons. It was painfully apparent that Saul's defenses had never actually gotten past Rena's armor, and what would have turned most people's hands into bloody stumps, and done no real damage to Rena...



Tamana stumbled back before falling on her ass, quaking at the sight of Saul's brutal beating. It wasn't that she was sickened by what she saw, or the fact that it was someone she knew that was being turned into a lump of meat and broken bones. Rather, it was the fact that Tamana feared that as soon as Rena was done with Saul, Rena would then turn her attentions to her... The urge to flee clawed at her franticly, and the only thing that kept her in place was knowledge that if she ran, it would probably draw Rena's attention to her all the sooner... But that reluctance to flee could only hold out for so long, and when Rena finished flinging Saul around, and proceeded onto her next brutality, Tamana's fear only multiplied...



Rena rumbled angrily at Saul, who was still barely alive as he lay there helplessly. Celestine could hear him whimpering and trying to form words to plea for his life, but the shattered bone that had been his jaw could no longer form proper words... Rena, apparently unsatisfied with the damage she had caused so far, stretched out her fingers and talons to form a deadly point, and then drove her hand into Saul's gut with a single powerful thrust, easily breaching his hide and ripping right past the few sawing teeth that remained. Celestine watched Rena meet Saul's eyes as he gurgled in pain, as if she was savoring the agony that she inflicted upon him. Yet despite that, Celestine didn't feel troubled by what she saw... She had long accepted Rena's dark and horrifically brutal side. Celestine knew that Rena was doing this in order to protect her, and that she was so angry because it was Celestine who had been threatened... However, what Celestine didn't realize was that she was smiling ever so lightly, as Rena continued her gruesome work. If she had realized it, she might have noticed the cruel glee that was painted on her beautiful features, even as she watched Rena finish Saul off...



Rena grabbed whatever she could inside Saul, and began to pull, yanking several feet of Saul's entrails out of his gut, before pressing them against his own skin. At first Saul had a scared confusion written on what was left of his face, but as soon as she pressed his intestines against his own flesh, a gurgling terrified cry escaped his lips, as his reflexive defenses fired beyond his control. In seconds, Saul's own defenses were turned against him, as the saw like teeth spun and pulled, tearing his own insides out in a bloody shit stained fountain of gore and screams...



For Tamana, the sight of it was not the straw that broke the camels back... it was the boulder that crushed the camel into a bloody paste.



Celestine heard the smaller demoness scream in abject terror, instinct telling her to flee and overwhelming all higher brain functions and turning her into nothing but a scared animal. Tamana flipped onto her stomach and began to try and crawl away, breath coming in panicked gasps. Celestine saw Salana wasn't exactly handling the sight of their former companion being torn apart any better than Tamana, save for the fact that Salana essentially went catatonic instead of fleeing like a beast...



Unfortunately, Tamana's scream eclipsed Saul's dying gurgle and immediately drew Rena's attention. Celestine saw the primal beast in Rena's eyes, and knew what that hungry look was... It was the look of a predator, realizing its prey was trying to flee. And there was really only one thing a predator could do in that circumstance...



Yet before Rena could pounce on Tamana, Celestine beat her too it, literally throwing herself on top of Tamana and doing her best to hold her down. "You're only making it worse!" Celestine yelled at her before flipping Tamana over and slapping her hard enough to make Celestine's hand sting fiercely, while at the same time making Tamana's head bounce around like a boggle head...



Yet it seemed to get the point across, and stunned Tamana into silence long enough for Celestine to turn and face Rena, whom was literally standing right above them, Saul's lifeblood still dripping off her talons, ready to kill Tamana the moment Celestine got out of the way. Yet Tamana saw something that confused her already terrified mind... Celestine wasn't leaving her to her fate. Instead, she was standing up to Rena, holding her hands out wide to show she was not a threat, while at the same time trying to speak calmly.



"Rena, please, that's enough. Only Saul, the demon you just eviscerated, is responsible for my injuries, and he was the only one who was out to hurt me." Celestine explained gently, trying to make herself the center of Rena's rage fueled attention. Any time Rena would look at Tamana or Salana, Celestine slipped herself back in the line of Rena's gaze, trying to force her to focus on the only person Rena wouldn't tear into bloody ribbons.



However, Rena was full of barely contained fury, and Celestine knew it. Even if she couldn't sense the powerful anger contained in Rena's muscled frame, Celestine could see the angry purple glow that burned from Rena's eyes. Thankfully, Celestine could sense Rena's anger, and more precisely, could sense that it didn't overwhelm Rena's conscious thoughts entirely. Or at least it hadn't yet. Eventually Rena replied, her voice strained, as she kept control of her own rage. "You are injured, and the wound reeks of her..." Rena declared accusingly, glaring around Celestine right at Tamana with a vengeful look in her eye.



"Yes, but that's only because she tried to bind my wounds using her own clothes... See?" Celestine asked, turning to show the wound which had slowed in its bleeding due to the makeshift first aid. "The wound isn't that major either, so I'll be fine in a day or so." Celestine assured.



Rena frowned as she looked upon the wound, and Celestine could sense the sight of her injuries was stoking Rena's anger. Celestine could almost see the aura of Rena's power in her mind, and it was like a flame almost completely out of control. But Celestine remained calm and continued to speak, her voice still gentle and soothing. "Besides, these two tried to protect me. Saul, he was going too far and they told him to stop, but he didn't. Salana there even put herself in harms way to protect me." Celestine said nodding towards Salana who had begun to come out of her comatose state, now that Rena wasn't howling like a blood thirsty beast.



Rena glanced to her but Celestine could see she barely registered Salana's existence before looking back to Celestine. "So it was just that little shit?" Rena asked, her voice still rough with barely contained anger.



Celestine smiled gently. "Yes... And thank you for rushing to my rescue Rena... I appreciate it." Celestine said genuinely, as she reached up and cupped Rena's cheek lightly in a show of affection that surprised the two lust demons. "So please don't hurt these two, okay? They don't deserve your anger." Celestine requested lightly, still smiling gratefully to Rena.

<hr pg="7" />Even before Rena replied, Celestine knew she had won her friend over. The intensity of Rena's wrath waned down to normal levels, and Rena's heavy angry breathing slowed to a more regular cant. "Alright." Rena eventually replied. "But I'm still angry that these two let you get hurt at all." She added sharply as she looked to Tamana and Salana. Still, Rena seemed to let it go and instead went back to Saul, to work out the last of her frustrations by mutilating his already ruined corpse...



Tamana and Salana looked to each other, both clearly confused by what had just happened. Still, both recognized that somehow, this mortal had diffused Rena, a demoness known for ignoring circumstance and just killing everything within reach when angered. Yet Celestine confused them again when she offered a hand to help them up. Salana, fully aware of her surroundings again, only hesitated a moment before taking Celestine's hand and getting up onto her feet. "Thank you..." She managed before going to get Tamana up on her feet as well. "Why... why did you save us?" Salana eventually asked Celestine, skepticism and concern tainting her voice.



Celestine's reply wasn't immediately forthcoming. To the female demon's surprise, Celestine was busy watching Rena smashing and tearing Saul's now completely still body, not even flinching as a splatter of blood spurted out and dotted down Celestine's cheek and neck. However, Celestine did eventually turn to the two of them and smiled lightly, though it wasn't an entirely kind smile, and held an eeriness to it, only amplified by her attractive features marred in gore. Yes, kindness was there, but both of them recognized the cunning that glittered in Celestine's eyes under that kindness. "I asked Rena to not kill you because you both helped me, or at least tried to help me, and that's worth something in of itself in your society. Sure, you did it to save your own skins, but that doesn't take away from the fact. Plus, I figure it's good to be owed a few favors by the demons that live in this place." Celestine finished easily.



Tamana frowned slightly. "What could we ever do for you? I mean... we're demons, and you already have a patron in Lord Durial... I mean... if you really wanted to we could give you a hell of a night in bed, but I figured Durial was giving you enough of that already." Tamana replied warily.



Celestine chuckled at her suggestion but shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm good on that front. That said, there is something you could do for me. But I have to ask something about you two first." Celestine replied, her voice lowering lightly. "You two do cleaning and other things like that around the mansion correct? Do your duties ever bring you by my chamber?"



Tamana glanced to Salana and she nodded lightly. "Yes, it isn't uncommon for us to be the ones to clean up your chambers when you're not around... Usually two or three times a week. It's one of the reasons we were curious enough to actually approach you. We've seen you more times than most of the other demons here have. Though it isn't surprising you don't recall us. Far as I can tell you try and ignore most of the demons around you." Salana explained, still unsure where this was going.



Celestine smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that. Ignoring most of the other demons makes it easier to cope with what's going on around me." Celestine replied calmly. "But regardless of that, I'd like the two of you to come to my chambers at midnight tonight. We'll talk then. If someone else is in my room with me, come again tomorrow night at the same time. I have a job I'd like you two to do for me, and I think you'd be perfectly suited for it." Celestine asked simply.



Tamana smiled lightly. "Sounds like some cloak and dagger stuff... Is it going to be terribly dangerous?" She asked brazenly.



"It shouldn't be, if you do a good job of it." Celestine replied, a slightly challenging smile forming on her features.



Tamana looked to Salana and the two of them smiled to each other before Salana nodding to Celestine. "We're in."



"You're in with what?" Rena asked suddenly, apparently having grown bored with beating the Saul's corpse. Looking back, Celestine saw Rena had turned back to her human form, and couldn't help but giggle as she walked completely naked save for the layer of fresh red blood that was still dripping off her. Tamana forced herself not to look at the trail of bloody footprints Rena had left behind her, and instead focused on Celestine...



"I'll tell you later okay? For now, I just want to get back to my chambers and take shower." Celestine explained as she fought to keep her makeshift clothes from falling apart. "And put on some real clothes..." Celestine added trying not to chuckle.



Rena looked to her friend cocking her head slightly. "Okay, I don't mind talking about it later. But before we go..." Rena looked to Tamana and Salana... "You two, strip. You, tiny one, you give me your clothes. Tall one, give Celestine your clothes. She shouldn't have to walk around half naked if she doesn't want to." Rena ordered bluntly.



Tamana and Salana looked a bit stunned and glanced towards Celestine, who only smiled apologetically and shrugged. "What are you waiting for?" Rena barked suddenly. "Hurry up!"



Tamana and Salana jumped to it quickly enough, fully realizing that even in her human form, Rena could probably tear them apart. The fact that she was covered in Saul's blood only added to the intimidation factor... Tamana looked to Salana as they stripped and whispered to her companion. "Think we'll be getting these back?"



"What was that?" Rena snapped sharply, making both of them flinch.



"N-Nothing ma'am!" Tamana replied instantly, picking up the pace in which she pulled off her clothes. Salana however, noticed something strange as stripped... Rena had turned back to Celestine and noticed the blood marring Celestine's features. She took a moment to look at her own gore stained hands before looking up to Celestine again. Without even saying anything, Rena stepped up and went up onto her toes to reach Celestine's cheek more easily, and quickly licked the blood away. Stranger still was the fact that while Celestine seemed surprised at first, it only took her a moment to get over it, and she simply allowed Rena to clean her, giggling as the blood soaked wrath demon cleaned her like a cat might.



"Alright alright!" Celestine said pulling away from Rena, still giggling some. "You got it all so you can stop any time now. Thank you." Celestine continued with a playful smile, making Rena smile back, happy that Celestine was happy. Still, Salana didn't slow down, and soon the two lust demons were naked and offering their clothes up.



Tamana had to bite her lip to keep herself from whining as she watched Rena simply pull her clothes on, uncaring that she was staining them terribly with blood. Soon though, both Rena and Celestine were ready to go, and took their leave. Though Celestine was considerate enough to glance back and silently thank them for the clothes.



Yet as Celestine turned back and followed Rena down the hall, she found herself feeling like she had forgotten something important... It was something about what had happened right before she passed out, but try as she might, she couldn't' remember what it was, like something or someone had wiped away her memories... Yet after a few moments she shrugged and let it go, figuring she would remember it eventually if it was really important...



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