TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 35
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-35
SUMMARY  : She enacts her plan, and gets caught breaking the rules.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2013-12-11
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |incubus|redhead|demon|defiance|cream pie|


<em>Hello all! Here's the latest chapter of my Demonic Submission story!</em>



<em>This chapter largely deals with Celestine trying to get Tristan to agree to her terms, even if he doesn't really know what those terms are. Plenty of erotica in this one folks, as well as a bit of a twist at the end. I hope you really enjoy it.</em>



<em>A word of warning though, WanderingMindGames is still on break, so I apologize if my writing isn't quite as great as it could be. I did my best in proofing it, but hey, I suck at English.</em>



<em>I'd like to thank some of the people who have commented on my latest two chapters, and for all the positive feedback I've gotten.</em>



<em>Last chapter someone made some comments about Ella and how her introduction wasn't really up to snuff, along with a few other issues this reader had, and I found that I honestly agree with this readers comments, and I've already fixed such things in my own final copy. This is something i love seeing, positive constructive feedback, as it helps me become a better writer. Honestly there are times I want to rush through a chapter to add something that happens later, so sometimes I forget to flush things out. So, thank you anonymous</em> <em>reader, your help is greatly appreciated.</em>



<em>Additionally there have been a few other anonymous commenter's that have given me lengthy responses about what they thing is going on for chapter 33 and 34, and it always makes me smile to hear what readers are thinking are going to happen next. And thanks also to those who have been waiting patiently for so long, and been with me from the beginning such as Kris10e and other long time readers.</em>



<em>Well... enough thanking people, get onto reading!</em>



<em>Hope you all enjoy.</em>



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Celestine awoke the morning after, with Rena curled up alongside her as if Celestine had never left. When she had gotten back from meeting with Tamana and Salana, Celestine had found that Rena was shifting and mumbling things in her sleep, and Celestine could see her face was pulled into an angry and afraid scowl, occasionally bearing her teeth at the things haunting her dreams. Yet even as Celestine drew closer an odd thing began to take place; as Rena seemed to unconsciously realize that Celestine was near, her sleep settled and became more peaceful. By the time Celestine was standing beside the bed, Rena was sleeping well again, her features the picture of peaceful sleep, just as she was now that the sun was up again.



Celestine hated having to sneak out on Rena, but she had to talk with Salana and Tamana for the sake of her own needs, and she would have rather kept Rena out of it if possible. Not because she didn't trust the small demoness, but because she didn't want Rena to get caught up in any crossfire that might take place if things went badly. Not that she hesitated at all to put Salana and Tamana in such a position. She hadn't told them what they would be doing for her just yet, wanting to hold off on doing so until Tristan agreed to let them serve as her handmaidens. Once she had planned on using them as messengers to bring messages to and from Markus, but with him living here now, that was no longer necessary, not that she didn't have other uses for them. There was no point in risking her plans becoming public knowledge if Tristan wasn't going to approve her request.



Still, the question of how she was going to convince him of anything still daunted her. As she lay there alongside Rena, Celestine began to mull several ideas over. The most obvious was to just ask and not give any reasons for why she wanted the two of them. But the chances were slim that Tristan would just agree to it. Hell, she knew that even if she tried to keep the reasons from him, he'd probably eventually be able to pry them from her, as he often did.



"Maybe I could..." Celestine whispered soundlessly to herself, her mind beginning to bring an idea together.



<em>There isn't any maybe... We can, and we should...</em> Her inner voice began smoothly, an undercurrent of growing excitement filling her low seductive tone in response to Celestine's evolving plan.



Yet her invisible companion's presence did not disturb Celestine, and instead she found herself smiling naughtily at her idea and plan. "It probably won't work..." Celestine began, putting up token resistance to a plan she already knew she was going to go through with.



<em>But it will be so much fun to try!</em> Her partner whispered excitedly into her ear. <em>Remember how good it felt? How hot it made him and how horny it made us when we teased him so?</em> Her partner asked again, her voice almost shuddering in erotic excitement, even as a euphoric shudder to ran through Celestine as she couldn't help but remember, making it impossible for her to not let out a quiet, pleasure soaked purr.



The notion that she would do something almost purely for the sake of entertainment struck Celestine and she couldn't keep her smile from growing wider. Once she would have chosen the most pragmatic and logical option, but now? Now enjoying the experience meant just as much as success, if not even more... Without ever replying, Celestine knew what she was going to do, as an excited smile continued to play itself across her lips.



"Someone's in a good mood." Rena announced quietly, even as she hugged herself to Celestine's side a bit more.



Strangely, Celestine wasn't startled by Rena's awakening, and instead looked down to her friend, still smiling warmly. "Well good morning sleepyhead. And yes, I am in a good mood. How about you Rena, did you sleep well?"



Rena nodded lightly. "I'm doing alright, though that's because I slept well. I don't know why, but I seem sleep better when I'm sleeping in your room." Rena explained.



Celestine cocked her head lightly. "You seemed to be dreaming Rena. Do you remember what your dreams were about?"



Rena shook her head. "I usually only remember my dreams if Lord Durial is visiting them or if I'm visiting someone else's dreams." Rena shrugged gently. "I know I mostly have bad dreams though, even if I don't remember most of them. I often wake up angrier than usual and with my heart thundering in my ears."



Celestine couldn't help but reach out and lightly brush away a lock of Rena's hair that was lying across her face. "I'm sorry to hear that Rena. Maybe one day things will get better."



Rena nodded. "Actually they seem to be getting better already." She blushed lightly after looking away some. "...Ever since you got here really."



"Thank you Rena." Celestine responded appreciatively. "I'm glad I'm able to help you, even if it's just by being around." Celestine assured. "But I think it is time to get up, don't you? I'm hungry and could stand some breakfast."



Rena nodded and pulled herself out of bed with Celestine quickly following suit. "I'll meet you in the dinning room okay? I'm going to go get cleaned up and changed." Rena said as she began to pick up her clothes, still scattered about from the fun they had yesterday.



"Sure thing." Celestine replied as she headed into the bathroom to clean up and get ready for the day. She knew she had more then a little work to do, not the least of which was to make sure Markus began work on Tristan's sword soon. She knew Tristan wouldn't give Markus long to recover, and would start expecting progress soon. Plus, she needed to convince Tristan to let the two succubi work with her exclusively.



By the time she was ready, Celestine had cleaned up and was wearing a pleated denim skirt that reached only about four inches below her bottom and a green halter top that reached around her sides but was tied together around her back with criss-crossing laces, leaving much of her bare back exposed and leaving her first demonic mark on open display, as well as making it more then obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Taking a moment to look herself over in the mirror, Celestine nodded to herself, satisfied that she was ready to take on the day's tasks, missing the mischievous grin smile crossing her lips.



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When Celestine came into the dinning room, she immediately found Tristan sitting in his normal position with Rena sitting at his right and with Claude at the opposite end of the long table. Yet when Tristan looked up to see her enter, she was pleased to see him have to fight off the urge to do a double take of her as she walked past him and began to get food for herself. "Good morning everyone." Celestine chimed in innocently, fully aware that Tristan was drinking in the sight of her walking in.



"Good morning." Tristan replied as she moved to sit down at his left, keeping herself just within arms reach of him. She didn't reply as she took the first few bites of her food, but soon Celestine began to feel Tristan's emotions through the demonic mark. Now it was her turn to keep herself from visually reacting, as she got the sense that that he liked what he saw in the few short glances he shot her way. It made her feel all the more excited as she realized that he was trying to hide his glancing eyes by carrying on a conversation with Claude from across the table. The two of them were largely just exchanging small talk about the various world events outlined by the paper in Claude's hands, but still, Celestine felt Tristan's curiosity and desire at her presence mounting. Apparently it eventually became too much, and he turned to her completely during a lull in his conversation, looking to her expectantly. Yet when all she did was take another bite of eggs before holding his gaze with an impish smile, Tristan took the initiative and spoke up. "It isn't like you to join us for meals. In fact, you usually make a point of avoiding it, coming in when we're not around."



Celestine smiled lightly at his words before shrugging lightly at his words. "Actually it's usually just you I avoid. Plus, given what happened here with the sloth demon, I figured it might not be the most appropriate thing to do. The two of us fight quite often after all, and I did flip this table once. Never mind the fact that there are lots of throw-able and breakable objects present in here, so it might not be the best option for us to meet here regularly." Celestine admitted, though with a clearly playful tone. "Plus, it doesn't help that I've always had a habit of skipping breakfast and eating a bigger lunch."



Tristan raised an eyebrow and smirked some. "You know I've heard that isn't healthy."



"Says the soul eating demon?" Celestine asked, her voice carrying an amused tone. "But speaking of eating, I've heard that you hire Gluttony demons to occasionally help with 'disposal' work. Is that right?" Celestine asked curiously, shifting the topic away from herself as casually as she could.



Tristan did of course notice the smooth shift, but didn't comment on it, curious if she was attempting to guide the conversation. "Yes. There are two or three Gluttony demons in the region with their own small domains that handle things like that. Why do you ask?" Tristan inquired curiously.



"Well, amongst other things, I was wondering why you don't have any in your employ instead of hiring out as what amounts to a contractor, which usually ends up costing more. At least in the human world." Celestine replied calmly, even as she moved to eat a slice of bacon.



Rena groaned before Tristan could reply. "Because they eat <em>everything!</em> The food on the table? Gone. We would probably never get a bite of it, let alone <em>seen</em> it. The chair you're sitting on? If the glutton could digest it, it would eat it." Rena explained.



"Not quite." Tristan corrected lightly before looking to Celestine. "But they do eat almost everything if one lets them. It can become quite costly to keep gluttony demons at anything near the level of being sated. It's one of the reasons we were fed so well at Vestiem's Court; a Gluttony demon with an empty stomach is a gluttony demon to be wary of. Just as how the lines between friend and enemy blur when some Wrath demons lose themselves to their rage, so to does the line between 'food' and 'not food' blur for gluttony demons when they become very hungry." Tristan finished.



"I'm guessing they don't do disposal work for free though. A corpse can't really be all that appetizing." Celestine speculated.



Tristan cocked his head curiously; the feeling that she was somehow leading this conversation wasn't lessening. If anything, she seemed almost prepared for his answers, as if she were ready to lead the conversation no matter his answer. Still, he replied calmly, hoping to see where she was going with this. "I wouldn't think so, no. Like all demons, they expect compensation for work done. Usually they want favours and the like in return for their services, though sometimes one can buy them off with rare foods and delicacies." Tristan explained.



"Given that you don't strike me as a culinary genius, I suspect that you can't buy them off with your cooking." Celestine inquired lightly.



Tristan chuckled. "True, though I have other means of paying them off. But I'm curious, why the sudden interest?" Tristan asked directly.



"Maybe I'm just curious about what sort of favours lust demons could offer someone..." Celestine replied, her voice taking on a low playful purr and carrying a more than slightly suggestive undertone. A moment later she rose and began to head towards the counter, and as she approached him, Tristan didn't miss the mischievous and smouldering glance she gave him before she continued past and towards the counter.



"Oh, I think I can think of a few examples Celestine." Tristan replied his voice equally as playful, and not hiding his lustful intentions. "Perhaps I could convince you to let me show you?" Tristan asked, turning his head slightly to follow her as she walked past, clearly enjoying the view of her bottom swaying tantalizingly.



"Humm... I think that if I let you do that, it would be me doing you the favour..." Celestine teased, but with a clearly inviting tone. "But, maybe later. For now I'm going to take a plate of food up to Markus and see to him getting something to eat. I'm sure no one here has told him where the dinning room is after all." Celestine explained calmly, as she began to get a tray of food ready for her and Markus to share.



"I don't suppose you could bring some to Ella as well?" Tristan asked calmly, realizing that Ella probably had no idea where to eat either, though it was more an afterthought, as Celestine's words and actions were his focus. She was up to something, and if he wasn't mistaken, he was being baited... And if he was being honest, he was being baited quite well. It seemed Celestine knew the various buttons to press with him. Never mind that he had to cap the surge of anger he felt at the mere mention of the Runesmith...



"I could, but I'd really rather not." Celestine replied with almost no hesitation as she finished gathering the food she had for Markus and began heading towards the door.



"And why is that?" Tristan asked, already expecting the answer, but hiding it from her.



Celestine paused at the door before glancing back to him to reply. "Because I want nothing to do with her, that's why. I don't like her, and it's obvious she brings out the worst in me. It's better if we avoid each other, as I don't want to have another episode like the last time. Even if you say it was a normal reaction Tristan, it wasn't a good one. So, if you would be so kind, please find someone else." Celestine finished before simply heading out the door.



She knew Tristan be suspicious of her words and actions, but also knew he would be distracted by the possibility of getting into her enticingly short skirt. She wondered if he would press the subject after losing patience, or if she would have to go to him if he managed not to give into his curiosity and desires. She figured that if he didn't come looking for her by the afternoon, she'd have to go to him, though she would have preferred that he come after her. Not that she didn't have a plan for either eventuality. Still, her clothes and words had done their job and helped her act as a lure, as she couldn't help but notice the wave of arousal that radiated from him when she walked in. The only thing she hadn't counted on was Tristan mentioning Ella, and she couldn't deny that it had put a slight damper on her mood. But she pushed that aside for now, focusing on the events she had planned for the day, hoping to enjoy them greatly.



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Celestine knocked on Markus's door and after a few moments the door creaked open to reveal Markus standing much more easily than he had been yesterday. "I see someone is recovering well." Celestine greeted before holding out the tray of food. "I figured you'd be hungry, and I was curious if you'd like to have breakfast with me this morning?"



Markus smiled as he recognized her, but a stunned and impressed look crossed his features when he saw what she was wearing. Still, he managed to recover quickly and replied while opening the door wider. "I'd love to. This place isn't much, but the table is big enough to seat two." Markus moved quickly to pull a chair out for her.



"Thank you." Celestine replied before she put the tray down on the table and took her seat. As he moved to sit as well, Celestine spoke up. "It looks like you're recovering even faster then I thought you would."



"Yes. I'm trying something new with the runes that supplement my healing, and it seems to be working quite well. With these new runes, I should be able to start working on the blade by tomorrow." Markus replied.



Celestine cocked her head lightly. "While I'm not upset over the delay, how are you working on new runes, but still need to wait till tomorrow to be ready to start working on the sword?" Celestine asked as she began to eat again.



"The sword will require finer work then the runes that I've used to help accelerate my recovery, plus they'll require more power. While there is plenty of arcane energy in the world, an arcanist's body can only draw so much of it before he or she becomes exhausted and needs to stop. I've used so much arcane power over the last day or so I'm already at my limit." Markus seemed to ponder for a moment before a realization that he most certainly disliked dawned on him. "Shit! Is Durial troubling you to get me going? I'm sorry Celestine, I figured putting priority on recovering was the right call, but I didn't think that he might start pressuring you so soon." Markus continued, apparently frustrated at himself.



Celestine chuckled lightly before shaking her head. "No Markus, it's fine. Durial hasn't bothered me at all in regards to the sword yet so don't worry about that. Please, let's sit and eat okay?" Celestine asked, enjoying being worried over.



"You're right." Markus agreed before he sat down and began to eat. It only took them a little while before he spoke up again. "This is really good. You're a pretty decent chef Celestine."



Celestine smiled but shook her head again. "While I do know how to cook, and consider myself alright at it, I didn't make this. There is a dinning room where Tristan, Rena and Claude eat. There's everything that you'd ever need in order to cook and eat in there, plus the view is pretty nice. Not that I eat there very often. After an incident with a sloth demoness who was once the head cook, I figured keeping my distance while others were there would be more appropriate." Celestine explained with a slight smile.



"Incident?" Markus asked curiously. "What did you end up doing?"



Celestine's smile turned mischievous and a moment later she was telling the story to him. By the end of it he was holding his sides in pained laughter. "You, you flipped the whole table?!"



"Yep, and sent every last bit of food and cutlery crashing down and shattering all over the place. And the look on her face was utterly priceless. She was so sure she had saved the pitcher of juice from spilling, only to realize that everything else was ruined!" Celestine finished before she began to laugh with Markus.

<hr pg="2" />"Jeez! You're lucky she didn't try and kill you." Markus replied, still laughing.



"Oh, she did try." Celestine replied casually. "But Rena fended her off and eventually ended up killing her instead."



Her words seemed to drain the mirth from Markus as he looked to her, utterly surprised. "Wait... it tried to kill you, and that's it? You laugh about it now?" He asked, trying not to sound preachy or like he was lecturing her, but still, he was stunned by her recklessness.



Celestine's smile dimmed slightly but she replied. "Well... yea. What am I supposed to do? Dwell on it forever?"



"No! No that's not what I meant Celestine. I'm just... surprised that you did something so dangerous, knowing that there would be consequences. It just doesn't strike me as something you'd do is all." Markus explained.



Celestine shook her head, but wasn't angry with him. "Markus, look... I think based off what Ella told me, and what you just said... Well it seems like you have some sort of idealized version of me imprinted in your mind. And I don't want to shoot you down or anything but... I'm not some pure saint or something like that. I mean that much should be obvious by now." Celestine explained, trying to be gentle with her words.



Markus nodded but eventually replied. "I know you're not. I mean you tried to warn me of that right off the bat but I let my imagination get ahead of myself, and let it fill in some of the gaps about you. And for that I'm sorry... I honestly didn't think Ella would take my opinions of you so literally, or that she would lose it when you didn't match what she had in mind."



"The failings of others are not your responsibility Markus." Celestine assured. "Whatever happened with Ella is in the past, and I honestly just don't care to think about it again. On the other hand, it isn't really surprising that we don't really know each other all that well. I mean this is the first time we've actually had a real chance to sit down and talk about ourselves beyond when we met at Court. But, if we're going to be..." Celestine paused as she tried to classify their relationship and where she wanted it to go. They had kissed in their first meeting after all, and despite being strange for her at first, it was a pretty damn good kiss. Plus, Markus seemed to fall into the position of being her moral rudder... "If we are going to be close, we should get to know each other more." She continued before smiling to him a bit embarrassed. "And... once we do get to know each other better, we can see where it takes us. Alright?" Celestine asked as she surprised herself with how forward she was being.



Markus seemed to want to say something, but he pushed it aside and instead smiled adamantly, before nodding in response to her question. "Agreed. And I do want to get to know you better Celestine. So why don't we take a walk and talk at the same time? No point being cooped up in this tiny room if we don't have to be." Celestine found herself smiling at his suggestion and nodded, and as they rose, Markus offered her a hand. "Shall we?" He asked as calmly as he could. For whatever reason, when it came to Celestine, he was almost always suffering from a pleasant sort of nervousness. Yet his nerves proved to be unjustified, as Celestine slipped her warm hand into his and followed him as they left the room.



~~~~~



Almost two hours had past, and as they walked Celestine took the opportunity to show Markus around Tristan's mansion, taking care to mention the locations that the various demons of the facility frequented often and how best to avoid them. Though beyond that, both of them had opened up to the other, filling in some of the gaps that each had in the picture they carried of each other.



Celestine was finding that Markus, for all his intelligence, was someone not prone to thinking things through, despite the few instances he told her about when it had really bitten him in the ass. However, their discussion only solidified her perception that Markus was someone who was normally supremely confident and that had every right to be. He trusted his first instinct so often because his first instinct was almost always right on the ball. She also earned an understanding of Markus's sense of right and wrong, and how his morality was largely geared to accommodate a desire to learn and grow as a Runesmith, something he had aspired to for the entirety of his life. And while Markus did pride himself on his abilities and skills, he was less concerned about personal power and more interested in the growth of his art, which to him, had stagnated for generations. It also showed her that for all the black and white in Markus's views, there were many patches of grey that allowed him to tolerate things others might balk at. Not that she judged him for that, as that same grey area probably afforded her the chance to be near him.



In response, Celestine told Markus about herself and about her younger years. Markus happily took the opportunity to learn more about Celestine, and absorbed the information ravenously. As she explained the tribulations of her life, almost everything she said served to enforce his belief that she was a strong and self-reliant woman, and it was difficult for him not to put her on an even higher pedestal, despite what had happened yesterday. To him, it was clear that a few errors did not wipe out a life of determination and fighting for what was right. The stories she told him of her youth and days in high school only reinforced his views, especially when people like Cameron tried to force her down, only for Celestine to step up and stand tall. Yet when she explained what had happened to Vic and how badly she had reacted to it, Markus found himself only more impressed by the fact that she managed to pull herself together again despite the horrifically tragic experience, and the fact that she remembered Vic with such emotion moved him.



Stories of her days in Collage also helped paint a picture for Markus, showing him that while Celestine wasn't a reckless party animal, she did enjoy dancing and the like at clubs and similar locations, a past time the two of them shared. Never mind that it also gave her a chance to highlight her willingness to go to bat for her friends, even if they brought trouble down on themselves as they often did during those days.



Yet for all the stories she told him that made him admire her, Celestine told him darker tales as well. Not the least of which was how she helped a man kill himself in the pits during the demonic Court. Yes, Markus could see there was mercy there, but suicide was something that just didn't sit well with him, and the idea that Celestine was able to accept it, even if she didn't like it, did not sit well with him either. Further, Celestine told him of how she used to be, how she used to be controlling and rigid. She told him that unlike now, she was once unable to be spontaneous at all, largely due to the scars that were left behind from Vic's death. How if he had kissed the woman she was once, like he had during Court, all that would have come of it would have been a swift slap across the cheek.



But Celestine didn't go much further than that, fearing that if she kept listing her faults and the changes that had taken place in her, Markus might begin to feel the need to pull away from her, something she needed to prevent badly. Or worse, he might start feeling the need to rush off and save her. She knew that if such an urge struck him, he would feel that he couldn't protect her without killing Tristan, and that Markus would probably go get himself killed trying to bring Tristan down. She knew he would fight very hard and very valiantly, but she also knew he didn't stand a chance. Rena had nearly killed him already, and Celestine knew Tristan was in a category well above hers. Yes, she felt bad about keeping things from him, but it was to protect him, rather then out of malice or distrust, so it wasn't as hard as it might have once been for her...



But as Celestine finished showing Markus the last spot of any real import in the mansion, he seemed to be mulling something over again, trying to decide how to approach a topic with her. She didn't rush him though, and instead let him think about it for a little while. Eventually he did speak up, though she could tell by his tone that it wasn't going to be another light hearted story or anything like that. "Celestine... I'd like to talk about what happened yesterday..."



Celestine fought the urge to sigh and took a moment before replying. "I suppose there isn't any way I can convince you to just forget that, is there?"



"Not really, no." Markus replied. "Look, I know it's a touchy subject but we really need to talk about i-... Celestine?" Markus asked, as her attention suddenly seemed shift away from him and down the hall. But instead of replying, Celestine's lips curled up in a cunning smile, and she suddenly took his hand and pulled him along behind her, taking a corner and heading down the hall. "Celestine?!" Markus asked more urgently.



But just a moment later, an unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind them, coming from down the hall that Celestine had been looking. "Celestine? The Lord wishes to spe-... Wait! Where are you going?!" The new voice asked, panic suddenly overcoming his tone.



Markus looked back and tried to stretch out his senses, only to detect nothing... He could hear the individual's hurried footsteps coming after them, but he couldn't detect any aura or demonic power... "Why can't I sense them?" Markus asked himself quietly before he was tugged into one of the guest rooms after Celestine.



"Shh!" Celestine replied quietly before she continued to pull him towards a nearby closet. Before he could protest, Markus found himself being pushed into the small closet with Celestine following him in and closing the door behind her.



Markus reeled in confusion, but followed her commands and stayed quiet, especially when he felt her push back against him gently, almost pressing her ass against his crotch, thanks to the lack of space. Markus would have had been lost in looking at her pressed up against him in any other situation, but the demon that had been following them could be seen through the narrow slats that made up a good portion of the door they were hiding behind. Markus saw that the demon had paused just outside the door to the guest room, and was looking around worriedly for Celestine. He eventually came into the guest room to begin looking around, and Markus found himself holding his breath, trying not to focus on the beautiful woman pressed up against him while he tried to stay calm, and more specifically, not become aroused.



He tried to think of anything in order to prevent the inevitable; methods to construct runes, history, even his wrinkly old grandmother that never stopped stinking of mothballs... But all of it was for naught, because he could feel her shoulders rose and fall with every breath she took. He could feel the warmth of her skin permeating through his shirt. And, the most damning sensation, he could feel the soft curve of bottom pressed against his groin, and every little move she made only worked against him, while at the same time making it impossible to focus on anything other then her...



Markus silently cursed, wondering how the hell he ended up in this situation, even as blood began to rush to the last place on earth he wanted it right now. Yet as he began to rise to attention, he observed Celestine shift lightly, as if she felt him rising. Yet she didn't seem disgusted or horrified, and instead gave an almost silent gasp and the faint pleasant shiver. A moment later she turned her head lightly and glanced back at him, an impish smile crossing her lips, before she slowly rocked her hips once against him, while she pressed back just a touch harder.



Markus was about to groan but Celestine lifted a finger to her lips, signalling him to stay silent. A moment later she stopped her movements and instead turned her attentions back to the demon, which was currently checking the terrace attached to the bedroom. A moment more and the demon gave an angry groan. "Damn that wretched mortal! I should beat her bloody for this!" He snarled before darting back out into the hall and out of sight, before calling out Celestine's name again as he went running down the hall.



Markus moved to open the door but Celestine's hand caught his and she looked back again, shaking her head no. Her lips parted to whisper quietly. "Wait a little bit... he might come back." She warned, but Markus didn't miss the fact that Celestine was trying to keep herself from smiling anymore than she already was. After glancing out through the slats, Markus's gaze turned back to her and he found her eyes giving him a curious questioning look... almost as if she was asking 'do you want me to do it again?'



Even in the low light he could see she was blushing at least a little, which did make Markus feel a little better because at least he wasn't the only one who embarrassed right now. It was pretty clear she wasn't entirely sure of what she was doing, and more flying by the seat of her pants rather than this being something she intentionally planned. Still, he had no idea how to respond. He had this beautiful woman, who apparently had put him in a situation where they were hiding from a demon, on top of his current dilemma, where he had no idea if she was just testing him, teasing him, or honestly wanted to grind her beautiful ass against him. Even now his cock, still thankfully confined by his pants, was almost wedged in the cleft of her bottom through her skirt.



Somehow, miraculously, Markus managed to shake his head, telling her not to do it again. Thankfully, it seemed he made the right choice and Celestine's smile went from being mischievous to kindly, as if she were thankful that he didn't request that she keep going. After a few more moments, she gently pushed the door open and stepped out, going to the door to glance down the hall and make sure the demon was gone. Markus stepped out after her and promptly turned away, still trying to save some shred of his dignity.



But before he could speak, Celestine spoke up. "I'm sorry about that..." She said, noting his predicament. "When I shoved us in there I didn't think that you would... 'react' the way you did. Though in hindsight, I suppose it is a perfectly reasonable response." Celestine explained sheepishly. "And I'm sorry for teasing you the way I was. That was out of line and hugely inappropriate." Celestine admitted, hoping that she hadn't ruined everything.



Yet Markus surprised her when he chuckled in response, though he was clearly still self conscious. "Celestine, I'm not exactly complaining over here you know. I'm just... really surprised is all. I didn't think you'd do something like that." He responded.



Celestine smiled, clearly relieved, though she didn't miss the opportunity to poke a little fun back at him. "Says the man who tried to kiss me after just a little dancing." Celestine replied, a slight blush still lighting her cheeks. "But before you think it, that isn't something I'd normally do. I just kind of got caught up in the excitement of the moment when I felt you becoming... ah... well you know." Celestine finished, blushing a bit harder now.



"I know Celestine." Markus assured. "No matter what, I know you're a decent person, and that your heart is in the right place. Just because you like to tease a little bit, doesn't make you a bad person or anything like that. Besides, I like your boldness." Markus admitted honestly, even as he managed to get to a point where he didn't have to turn away from her any more to hide his indecency. "But, besides that, why did we go dashing off to hide in there anyway? And who was the guy looking for you?" Markus asked curiously.



Celestine's cunning grin returned as she replied. "I'm guessing that he was one of the lesser demons that serves Durial. He probably was sent in order to 'fetch' me for his master." She explained, excitement beginning to build in her voice.



"Fetch you? For what?" Markus asked, beginning to worry that she had done something to piss Durial off.



Celestine's blush deepened a bit again and she began to scramble for an answer. "Well... before I came to you I teased Durial some before leaving out a little bit of bait for him to follow later. So now, I'm guessing his curiosity has gotten the best of him and he's coming after me. But in order to save face, he's trying to force me to come to him, instead of coming to me himself. Pointless machismo from him I know, but I expected as much."



Markus frowned lightly before speaking up again. "When you say 'tease him'... you don't mean like what just happened with me... do you?"



Celestine's whole face went red as she replied. "No! Jeez Markus, no! I told you, that sort of thing isn't something I do often... Hell... I think you were the first guy I ever did something like that too..." Celestine replied, as she looked away, too embarrassed to make eye contact.



Feeling a sense of pride fill him at being the only one Celestine had done something like that with, Markus couldn't help but smile lightly. But after a moment he pushed it aside and spoke up. "Sorry Celestine, that was kind of stupid of me to ask."



"No... it wasn't really. I mean after what just happened, I understand why you might have been worried about that. But I need to get moving. That demon won't take forever to report back to Tristan, and when that happens, he's going to have to come to me himself." Celestine said glancing out the door.



"You still haven't told me why you are doing all this. I get just random messing with him, because hey, if anyone deserves it, it's him, but is there a point or goal to all this?" Markus asked, hoping he might be able to help.



Celestine nodded lightly. "There is. Honestly this is all one big distraction to help get him focused on something so that I can spring a request on him later. Hopefully it will divert him enough so that he thinks my request trivial in comparison and just agrees without thinking about it."



"You're assuming a lot there Celestine." Markus replied bluntly. "As much as I hate him, Durial doesn't strike me as someone who let's things slip by very easily."



"I know, which is why I'm using the best bait I can. Myself." Celestine replied with a quick grin. "But lets just skip over that part. Worse case scenario, he catches on and says no to my request. Hardly the end of the world." Celestine explained. "Look, I know things got... strange there at the end, but I'm happy we got to talk and that we got to walk around for a while. I had fun, and next time we'll take a walk outside, alright?. There are fewer specific things to show you, but for all his faults, Durial keeps a beautiful garden."



Markus nodded. "I'd like that. For now though, I'm going to head back to my room and finish my prep work for runes on sword. I might even get some work done on it this afternoon if I'm up for it."



"Great." Celestine replied happily. Every step the sword came closer to being complete, was another step towards her third mark. "Oh, and speaking of runes, do the ones in your shoes work for anyone?" Celestine asked, an idea forming in her head.



Markus looked down at his feet before nodding to her. "Yes. And they are fairly simple runes so they last quite a while without having to charge them... Why do you...oh..." Markus paused looking to her a little disheartened. "You want to borrow my shoes because of the stealth runes inside..."



"Please?" Celestine asked, holding her hands up and together imploringly. "It'll help me a lot. Tristan's senses aren't as good as Rena's, but he's still got a leg up on any human so I'll need all the help I can get."



Markus gave a light sigh before he began to take off his shoes. "They won't fit perfectly you know."

<hr pg="3" />"That's fine. I won't be wearing them all day." Celestine explained thankfully.



"Alright, but you owe me for this Celestine." Markus finished, before handing her the shoes.



"No problem." Celestine said excitedly as she slipped them on after kicking off her own shoes and storing them away in the closet. "Just ask any time, and I'll pay it back with interest!" Celestine declared as she began to take off, an excited spring in her step.



Markus watched her go and sighed lightly once she was out of sight. She seemed excited to be exchanging jabs with Durial. Too much so for Markus's taste, not that he could have stopped her. Never mind that her plot interrupted his chance to talk about what happened with Ella.



~~~~



Tristan sat in his chambers, looking at the demon he had sent to collect Celestine, who had just finished explaining what had happened. "So, you're telling me that she saw you, heard you call out to her, and ran off. Correct?" Tristan asked calmly



"Yes Lord Durial..." The assistant replied hesitantly.



"And as you tried to follow her, she lost you somewhere in the upper west wing, near the guest chambers?" Tristan continued. The demon only nodded his agreement this time. "I see. Not only did she evade you, which suggests that she was actively avoiding you, but she seemed to react even before you approached her... How curious." Tristan said more to himself than the demon in front of him. "She must have been expecting me to send someone to her, which is impressive in of itself. I must say Celestine seems to have a healthy grasp of my methods to have prepared for this." Tristan complimented her lightly. A moment later he looked down at the demon that had brought him the news and smiled lightly at him. "Don't worry, I'm not upset with you. I fear that even I am playing a part in her plan, so fret not. Go return to your regular duties, I'll see to her myself." Tristan finished as he waved the demon away.



Standing from his throne, Tristan began to reach out through the Demonic Mark, before speaking to Celestine. <em>("I must say, if this is an invitation to a game of cat and mouse, it is quite the appealing invitation.")</em> His thoughts were amused and curious. <em>("But it isn't like you to play games like this... Perhaps this is all part of some larger scheme?")</em>



Celestine responded over the mark with a light smooth giggle before she eventually replied. <em>("Now what on earth might make you think that Tristan? A girl can't just have a little fun?")</em> She asked playfully,



<em>("Oh I'm hardly opposed to some fun. In fact I would propose we meet, and we could have more than a 'little' bit of fun.")</em> He suggested lustfully.



Celestine let out a pleased sigh but replied none-the-less. <em>("A little too easy I think. We both love a challenge after all, so why skip ahead? Though I suppose you don't have to play if you fear it's some sort of larger scheme.")</em> Celestine challenged gently. <em>("Perhaps Markus will be more inclined to play if you are not.")</em>



Tristan snorted lightly, as a spike of unwelcome jealousy shot through him. He instantly hid it away, hoping that she wouldn't notice, but was fairly certain she had when he heard her titter again. Tristan's knuckles popped as he flexed his fists, attempting to vent his anger at the idea that Celestine would show any true favour to Markus. Yet for all his frustration, Tristan found that he was ill suited to deal with it. Jealousy was something he was unaccustomed to, and something he disliked having to admit himself capable of. Worse, was the fact that Celestine was obviously aware of the fact that he felt it, and more importantly, was willing to use it against him. Not that he minded too much. If she was willing to do this, then Celestine was becoming more cunning, and more importantly, becoming more willing to use others to her advantage, where once she would have never even considered it... of course this could have just been a gambit, and she might have had no intentions at all of involving the Runesmith.



<em>("Forgive my haste Celestine, it is just that I long to taste you again.")</em> Tristan replied, his calm returning as he threw his lust at her through the mark, pushing it hard in the hopes that it would reach her. The shuddering mental gasp that came from her made him smile, as its intensity seemed to surprise her. <em>("Surely you can feel it, even separated as we are...")</em> Tristan added, fully aware that unlike other dually marked servants, the farther they were apart, the less intense the emotions she received from him became, until they were not even background noise.



<em>("Mnnnnhnn...")</em> Celestine moaned lightly as he felt her begin to bask in his desire. <em>("Yes, I can! Perhaps you are still wound up from this morning?")</em> Celestine asked impishly.



<em>("Not quite. When it comes to you I'm always burning with desire. Though your little show this morning did make it difficult not to simply lay you out on the table and have my way with you right there.")</em> Tristan answered brazenly.



Celestine's laughter was music to his ears, but eventually she replied, her thoughts reflecting how intrigued she was by such a scenario. <em>("I imagine you would have enjoyed that quite a bit. But here I thought we were far enough apart that your emotions couldn't reach me. Not that I mind the surprise overly much.")</em> Celestine added smoothly. <em>("But that isn't enough to tempt me Tristan...")</em> Celestine informed, as he could hear her regain her control as she pushed down both her own and his desires. <em>("If you want me, you'll have to come and claim me yourself, not send some minion.")</em> Celestine challenged firmly. <em>("But don't worry... what sort of game would it be if there was no reward? If you can find me in the next forty-five minuets, I might just let you show me some of those 'favours' you mentioned earlier.")</em> Celestine invited lowly, her thoughts taking on a husky tone, laced with hopeful anticipation.



Tristan grinned widely, fairly certain that Celestine was honest in the feelings she conveyed, even if she had no intention of wilfully losing. That said, if she did lose, he suspected she wasn't against enjoying it either... <em>("Do you honestly think it will take me long to find you Celestine? This is my home, and I have all the power I'd ever need to seek you out.")</em>



Celestine chuckled before sighing slightly, clearly having expected his response, impressing and amusing Tristan at the same time. <em>("Ah, but just as a game requires a reward, so does it require rules... After all, a game must be fair if it is to be fun.")</em> Celestine teased.



<em>("We'll save that argument for another time Celestine... Name your rules; I'll agree to any challenge you wish to lay at my feet.")</em> Tristan declared confidently.



<em>("I'm glad to hear it. First, you will not use your powers Tristan. If you do, you'll forfeit the game. You will also limit yourself to human strength and speeds. That said, we are free to use the Demonic Marks to communicate, but you won't use them to track me.")</em> Celestine posed, pausing to hear his answer.



Tristan chuckled. <em>("Very well, I will use none of the powers or abilities associated with my spheres of influence. And in the name of fair play, I'll limit my physical abilities to mere human levels...")</em>



<em>("Not quite good enough I'm afraid. You won't track me using the Demonic Marks either. Agree, or forfeit the game now.")</em> Celestine demanded sternly.



Tristan paused, but remained smiling. Celestine wasn't just flying by the seat of her pants. She had clearly thought out every step of this game of hers, and he couldn't deny that he felt the odds beginning to shift away from his favour. Regardless, he didn't back down. <em>("Very well Celestine, I'll bow to your cruel demands.")</em> Tristan teased lightly.



<em>("All for the chance to ply your carnal cruelty upon my nubile flesh?")</em> Celestine asked sweetly. <em>("I'm honoured... But onto the next rule. You will not accept or request the aid of any demon, servant or any other entity in your search for me. You must act alone, or not at all.")</em>



<em>("Ahh...")</em> Tristan began without hesitation. <em>("What is a lord without his vassals?")</em> He asked playfully.



<em>("But a man. And that is what I wish to measure, your worth as a man.")</em> Celestine posed quickly.



Yet Tristan didn't miss a beat, and replied shamelessly. <em>("I would think you would know my measure Celestine, as you've seen my manhood often, and felt it almost as many times.")</em> Tristan teased. <em>("But I accept your condition, without hesitation. I shall act alone, and it will be me alone who claims you.")</em>



Celestine sighed pleasantly to his words, as if remembering the experiences they shared and the pleasures she bore. But eventually she continued, her voice lighter and more excited than before. <em>(The play area will be the mansion. The basement levels are off limits, and I will not enter the area surrounding the mansion, though you may if you find yourself forced to for whatever reason. As I said earlier, you have forty-five minuets to find me. If you cannot, then the game is up, and you lose.")</em>



<em>("Give me an hour my dear. A mere forty-five minuets is not nearly enough to savour this game of cat and mouse.")</em> Tristan tried, fully aware that it could take days for only one person to search out every corner and crevasse of the mansion. And that was assuming she stayed still of course.



<em>("Alas no. It will be forty-five minuets, and no more. But fret not Tristan... I'll give you a hint now and again if you ask nicely.")</em> Celestine teased.



<em>("Very well Celestine, I accept your terms. Allow me a moment get a watch, so I might know how much time I have left...")</em> Tristan suggested, even as he went to his cabinet to get several things.



<em>("Very well, I suppose it is only fair.")</em> Celestine agreed.



Tristan gathered up a watch and grabbed a few other items that might have been helpful. For all his power, Tristan couldn't deny the usefulness of a multi-tool pocket knife. <em>("I'm ready, Celestine. And do recall what I told you after you awoke yesterday... That there would be no 'maybe' next time...")</em> Tristan declared, his thoughts radiating a lustful dominance. Still, despite his words he was fully aware that he might be walking into something she may have spent hours preparing, if not some even larger ploy of hers. Still, the excitement of the moment was pushing Tristan to play along, and see what she had planned.



<em>("Good hunting Tristan... Now come and get me.")</em> Celestine responded, her own excitement making her thoughts shudder lightly, before she pulled away completely, dropping the line of communication.



Tristan didn't wait even a moment before he began to reach out with his senses, trying to locate her using the Demonic Marks etched into her flesh. The fact that she expected him to play fairly was something he couldn't help but laugh at. After all, he was a demon, and beyond not being known for keeping their word, Tristan was certainly not going to risk losing with such a succulent prize on the line... He promised himself that this would be the limit of his cheating, and that he would adhere to all of her other rules while only cheating in this smallest of ways. Or at least he would have cheated, if he could have.



Tristan realized very quickly that for all his attempts to find her, the best he could manage was a very weak impression that she was somewhere within a mile of where he currently was... Something was blocking his perceptions of her and the Marks she bore, not utterly unlike the instance with Saul, when the entity inside her showed itself for the first time.



It dawned on him then that he had never checked to see if he could sense her with the Demonic Marks after the incident with Lavanna, simply because the idea that it could be blocked somehow was so outlandish in any other normal circumstance. But in hindsight, he knew that just assuming that nothing would have changed with Celestine was foolish. Yes, distance between them lessened the amount of emotions she could feel from him, But that never stopped him from detecting her presence before. Whatever was hampering their communications, it seemed to be evolving as Celestine matured as a Fell Born...



"Fine..." Tristan declared more to himself than anyone else. "I'll just hunt you down the old fashioned way... It will only make the prize all the more sweet." Tristan finished as he broke into a run, heading towards where his aid had last seen Celestine.



~~~~



<em>("Good hunting Tristan... Now come and get me.")</em> Celestine announced to Tristan as she made note of the time, her heart thumping hard in her chest as her excitement made every inch of her body tingle. So far, everything had been going exactly as planned, and soon, Tristan would be so wrapped up in trying to find her, that he would agree to just about anything for the sake of catching her. Or at least that was the plan.



But she knew she didn't have all that much time to pat herself on the back. Tristan could very well cheat, despite her warnings, so she needed to stay on the move. She had a few tricks still up her sleeves, but she needed to buy time by just wandering carefully.



As she crept through the halls and corridors of Tristan's home, Celestine's mind began to wander, and she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she actually did lose her game. She didn't believe she would of course, as she had planned almost everything out, but still, Celestine couldn't help it. Tristan had more or less vowed that he would have her, and her imagination began to run away with ideas of what he would do to her if he did catch her...



Celestine shivered as she envisioned herself creeping along, only to have him pounce from some unseen angle, having been lying in wait for her. She saw him tearing her clothes away before forcing her down onto her hands and knees and making her lift her ass up for him so that he could drive into her oozing pussy unimpeded. What she envisioned was not soft consensual sex, but instead, it was Tristan claiming his prize, just as he promised, without regard for how much she might enjoy it or not. He wouldn't have tied her up either; he wouldn't bother to take the time when he was strong enough to hold her with his own two hands. Over and over he would drive into her and Celestine would gasp and moan each time he hilted himself into her.



At first she would have fought him of course... Pulling at her arms and trying to crawl away, only for him to drag her back every time. Her resistance would only serve to drive him on, as it always did, until her resistance gave way to her own unwelcome pleasure... Celestine saw herself pushing back into him with every thrust, and could almost feel him inside her already as her pussy went damp for him, easing his passage into her.



The first round would not last... Both of them were so tightly wound up that their first round would not last long, and Celestine would quickly feel him swell inside her before the first jets of his hot spunk began to paint the walls of her wo-



Celestine violently shook her head, trying to snap herself out of her own overactive imagination. "For fuck sakes pull it together!" She snapped at herself silently, before looking at her watch only to be horrified by what she saw. "Damn it!" She cursed angrily. Ten minutes had passed already, and she was already overdue for the first hurdle. With no time to lose, Celestine began to run, amazed that the runes in her shoes kept her footfalls from making any real noise.



She paused at the corner and glanced down the hall where she was hoping not to see Tristan. Thankfully, the coast was clear of him, though she did notice several demons mingling together, likely just outside one of their rooms. Knowing she couldn't just rush past them, Celestine began to walk calmly down the hall, towards the first hurdle. She just hoped that the gaggle of demons would disperse by the time Tristan arrived, otherwise they might help him and ruin everything...



Thankfully, all they did was give Celestine a few hungry glances and she was able to pass without event and proceed on. Her destination was a suit meant for housing guests along with a servant or two. Simply put, it was two rooms that were adjacent to one another, with a door connecting the two of them. However, the shared door only had a lock on the master's side, allowing them to prevent the servant from entering if they wanted to. Further, the main door into the servant's room locked from both sides, allowing the servants chamber to essentially become a prison cell if the situation called for it.



Once she arrived, she took her position and spoke out to Tristan, her thoughts light and playful. <em>("I haven't even caught a glimpse of you yet Tristan, Surely you haven't given up already?")</em>



<em>("Given up? Hardly. The idea of giving you some time to frolic about simply amuses me is all.")</em> Tristan replied with the same confident calm he usually held. <em>("Why do you ask Celestine? Are you secretly waiting for me to catch you?")</em>



Celestine couldn't help but chuckle at his words but a moment later she replied. <em>("Perhaps. Or perhaps I thought you'd be better at this game... Perhaps I should give you a hint? Your home is quite large after all.")</em> Celestine offered.



<em>("And what will this hint cost me?")</em> Tristan asked calmly.



<em>("For the sake of fair play, we'll call the first one a freebie. Now listen closely: I am where the servant sleeps beside his master, ready to serve at any time. This is his home, and it is his prison.")</em> Celestine posed calmly.



<em>("The master and servant suit in the east wing.")</em> Tristan replied quickly.



<em>("Very good. Now hurry, or I might scurry off before you get here.")</em> Celestine teased playfully.



<em>("Oh don't fret, I'm nearly there already.")</em> Tristan replied smugly, even as Celestine began to hear the pounding of his feet running down the hall. A moment later she began to sense his demonic aura approaching too, and she was pleased to sense that he was indeed limiting his power.



Tristan rounded the last corner and saw the door to the servant's chamber hanging open. Celestine might have already darted away, or she may have been hiding somewhere in the room. Regardless of the truth, Tristan darted past the door and into the servant's chambers hoping to find her, yet he only found that the sparsely decorated room lacked his quarry. However, there was a card with his name upon it, standing upright on top of the far dresser. Frowning curiously, Tristan approached it and flipped it open to find a simple message.



<em>Who's the mouse and who's the cat?</em>



It was at that point that he heard the door he had just come through begin to creek, and spinning about, Tristan had just enough time to see Celestine closing the door, a cunning smile crossing her lips right before the door closed and he heard the lock fall in place. Somehow she had snuck up on him, which frankly shouldn't have been possible. Even if her Fell Born nature was disrupting his ability to sense her marks, it shouldn't have been dampening dampen sounds, so Tristan found himself asking how?!



Ultimately it didn't matter, and Tristan quickly rushed to the door to smash it down. Yet just before he reached it, Celestine spoke up again. <em>("I wouldn't if I were you.")</em> Her thoughts came across with a bubbling mirth, as if she were greatly pleased her trap had worked. <em>("Remember, if you use any of your abilities or powers, including your inhuman strength, you break the rules and forfeit.")</em>



<hr pg="4" />Tristan pondered for a moment before looking about. <em>("I suspect that this will not be the end of the game then. If it is, then I must say it is a poor game Celestine...")</em> Tristan answered frankly, even as he tried the master's door to the servant's chambers, quickly finding it locked as well. <em>("Surely you've arranged for there to be some way for me to earn my freedom.")</em> Tristan asked, even as he went back to the servant's door and began to work.



<em>("Indeed I have, because a game this short wouldn't have been worth playing. There is a key hidden somewhere in that room to open the servant room's door. I can tell you where it is, but you need to agree to one request on my part first.")</em> Celestine answered. <em>("And you must agree to it regardless of its terms. Though I assure you it isn't anything major. I won't be asking for my freedom or anything like that.")</em> Celestine added, trying to make sure Tristan wouldn't reject her out of hand. <em>("You could of course just look for it yourself, but we've used up so much time already. Do you have the time to spare?")</em> She asked hoping to coax him into agreeing.



<em>("A well thought out plan my dear. You've even seen to it so that everything that could be used to escape this chamber has already been removed. Well done. Though, I won't need to take you up on you're offer. Because unfortunately, I've already gotten the small screws holding the hinge pins out, and I just popped the last pin holding the hinges together out, so...")</em> Tristan paused in his explanation as Celestine heard the heavy oak door come slamming down to the ground. <em>("Ah, Good! You didn't just dawdle around outside the door relying on your trap. So then, I suppose that leaves us with the chase, doesn't it?")</em> Tristan asked confidently, even as Celestine was rushing around another corner trying to put more distance between them. She had been hoping it would have taken him longer to get out of there... even just a few more minuets would have been fine. It wasn't like there were a lot of places to hide the key in question in the simple and sparsely furnished chamber, and she had expected him to find it after a few minuets of searching. Instead he had blindsided her by getting out in mere moments... Still, she couldn't help but be impressed by his ability to get it done so quickly.



<em>("I'm curious how you managed so quickly without using or powers... That shouldn't have been possible without any tools.")</em> Celestine inquired, heading towards her second trap.



<em>("Ah, but I do have a tool... a Swiss army knife actually. I grabbed it along with my watch.")</em> Tristan informed her calmly. <em>("Now... which way did you go? Left? Yes, left will do.")</em> Tristan guessed aloud.



Celestine bit back a curse as he guessed right. <em>("You never mentioned you would be bringing any tools.")</em> Celestine replied bluntly.



<em>("You never mentioned that there would be traps.")</em> Tristan replied without hesitation, though he was more amused than anything.



<em>("Touché.")</em> Celestine admitted, unable to keep herself from smiling at his words.



~~~~



Celestine kept sneaking about, careful not to leave any signs of her passing. Minuets ago, she had just managed to lure Tristan into another of the guest rooms and had managed to barricade him inside in the hopes that he would have to jump down from the terrace and have to spend time coming back inside and start looking for her all over again, eating up valuable time. Unfortunately, things didn't quite go to plan, when, as she passed the next open door down the hall, she saw him landing on the terrace adjacent to the room he had been locked in, circumventing her plan all together. She couldn't even call foul, because the terraces were wide enough to give a good running start to any leap between them.



From there she simply bolted, and while he did give chase, the Demonic Marks helped her break away and lose him. <em>("I thought we said no powers or abilities.")</em> Tristan eventually said, even as she disappeared from sight.



<em>("No, I said that you aren't allowed to use your powers or abilities. There were no rules about me not using the abilities</em> <em><u>you</u></em> <em>gave me.")</em> Celestine replied, unable to keep herself from smiling at the fact that she only escaped him because of the extra stamina and speed the Demonic Marks gave her.



<em>("Quite true, even if it does fly in the face of fair play.")</em> Tristan pointed out hoping to guilt her into submission.



<em>("Like you have any ground to stand on. The fact that you haven't tried to cheat yet astounds me.")</em> Celestine teased. She was glad to have had the chance to turn the tables on him, even if it was only for their game.



Still, Tristan didn't feel the need to inform her that he had indeed tried to cheat, only that it didn't seem to work... <em>("What can I say? I'm a demon, and we normally do just about anything to get what we want.")</em>



<em>("I know... which is why I'm going to offer you another hint as to where I'm hiding. But you have to agree to grant my request, or it's no deal.")</em> Celestine replied, her thoughts calm but alert.



<em>("You're assuming I won't find you on my own.")</em> Tristan replied as he stalked the halls, trotting along hoping to run into her.



<em>("Well, given that you have hardly ten minuets left, and it takes a while to get anywhere in this house, I'd say the chances of that are slim without some idea as to where I'm heading.")</em> Celestine mentioned. <em>("And without your powers and abilities, I can outrun you too. So, you'll either have to corner me, or you'll have to lay a trap.")</em> Celestine added smoothly.



<em>("Which would be easier if I knew where you are going, hence why you are offering the hint.")</em> Tristan replied simply, as he began to realize exactly how far this was going to go. <em>(Though you are discounting the possibility that I'm willing to allow myself to lose if it means I don't have to agree to your terms. A normally reasonable conclusion, due to the fact that you're not telling me what those terms are before hand.")</em> He tried, still seeking her out.



<em>("Ah, but there is the kicker...")</em> Celestine began, the sound of her thoughts reflecting the confident smile upon her features. <em>("I know you'll agree, because you are a demon. You just said it yourself Tristan, your kind are willing to do just about anything to get what they want, to follow their inherent natures and vices... Your vice is lust, and I'm guessing all you've been thinking about since I walked into the dinning room this morning has been how to get into my oh so short skirt.")</em> Celestine explained her voice teasing and certain. <em>("Even if you don't like it, I'm betting you're going to agree to my terms, because without the hint, you know you won't be able to find me.")</em>



Celestine sat for several long moments, waiting for a reply. He seemed to trying to find her without her hint but soon she began to hear Tristan's laughter over the Demonic Mark. It built up and up and up until it was a bellowing sound filling Celestine's mind. Celestine smiled mightily, as she could hear the approval in his laughter. <em>("Well done!")</em> Tristan finally roared out. <em>("Very well done indeed! To use the nature of your foe against him is so wonderfully brilliant! And you've done it with such methodical perfection! You've spun a web that would move even Pride demons. I know I should pull away, hell, I've even tried not to give in, but I can't help it, and more importantly, I don't want to resist! No matter the cost, the prize is still worth it!")</em> Tristan continued to laugh, even as Celestine basked in his praise.



<em>("So if it is inevitable, agree already, or you may just run out of time. You're down to five minuets Tristan, and that's cutting it very close. You better hope you're somewhere nearby, otherwise I win.")</em> Celestine replied firmly, already convinced that she had won.



<em>("Very well, I agree to your request, so long as it is not freedom for you or anyone else.")</em> Tristan replied, even as his laughter dimmed and died down in her head.



<em>("Alright, well then here is the hint: I'm in the-")</em> But Celestine's thoughts were cut off, by Tristan's own, resonating with a power and dark confidence.



<em>("Last place you'd ever find me.")</em> Tristan finished for her. <em>("I said I agreed to your terms Celestine, not that I needed your hint.")</em>



Celestine stood stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing that she might have just more or less laid herself out on a silver platter for him... Perhaps he was just bluffing? Or perhaps he was still far enough away that it wouldn't matter if he knew where to look for her. But when she physically heard his words echoing down the hall outside, her heart sank like a stone in a lake. "I didn't need your hint because I knew, deep down inside, you wanted to lose, even if you didn't consciously know it. And because of that, I knew you'd go to the place you've promised yourself that you'd never willingly go... My bedroom."



"Because how could I ever even think that you'd go there?" Tristan asked aloud even as he approached the door to his own chambers, a smug perverse sense of accomplishment washing over him. "I knew, because I made the assumption that you really actually wanted to lose." Tristan finished simply.



<em>("You sound awfully confident of that Tristan. Plenty of words for you to eat if you end up being wrong.")</em> Celestine replied, feigning confidence even as she hoped to stall for time. <em>("If you're so confident, why don't you wait for the last second to come in?")</em> She proposed, hoping to stoke his flair for the flamboyant. <em>("I mean if you know me so weaaaaahh!!")</em> Celestine's thoughts turned into a shuddering pleasure stained moan as she felt her whole body be almost swept away by the wave of lust Tristan had been holding back... It was so strong that she knew he had to be right outside the door.



"I'm sorry... what were you saying? I was distracted by your oh so delectable moaning..." Tristan teased darkly from the other side of the door. But even as he continued to speak, Celestine took her last desperate act to achieve victory... "But in a few moments, you won't be able to keep it in Celestine. You won't be able to keep it restricted to thoughts alone, and I'll get to hear you moaning and crying out with my ears rather then just through the mark..." Tristan finished as the doors to his chamber swung open, and he strode in confidently.



Yet when he entered, Tristan found his chambers empty...



<em>("T-...Two minuets left, you ass.")</em> Celestine declared defiantly, her thoughts still shuddering at the searing lust he lashed her with.



"I know you're in here. And I know you'll be in a place I can find you." Tristan replied firmly before he began to look throughout his chambers for her. Checking the bathroom, the closet, even under the bed...



<em>("Really? Then why haven't you found me yet?")</em> Celestine asked, her thoughts cocky as she began to push Tristan's emotions back.



Desperately, Tristan looked through everything again, Almost going so far as to start pushing furniture over in an empty attempt to find her. Finally, as the last minuet ticked down, he stomped out onto the veranda, knowing that she wasn't out on it. She couldn't have been, otherwise he would have been able to see her through the glass doors.



Yet as soon as he was out on the deck, the faint aroma of arousal invaded his senses and he froze, trying to pin it down, only to find it wasn't strong enough. Tristan began to speak, hoping to rouse Celestine further. "Oh, don't fret Celestine, because I will find you. And when I do, I am going to enjoy showering you in lustful favour, just like I promised you I would." Tristan began, voice low and hungry. "I'm honestly having a lot of trouble being patient and playing along with your game though, as I'd love nothing more then to throw you down, flip up that delectable skirt of yours, rip off your panties and start eating out your tight little cunt."



Celestine bit down on her tongue to try and keep herself from making a sound. He was too close to risk anything more than taking shallow breaths. Not that it was easy, given that her body didn't seem to recognize the situation and after just a few words Celestine felt her pussy going damp...



"But that would only be the appetizer." Tristan said brazenly. "I'd only go so long as to get you oozing your sweet pussy juice, just so I could get a taste of it before moving on. After all, one doesn't fill up on appetizers alone... I'd only make you cum once, maybe twice, before moving on. So I don't know why you still hide Celestine. I promise you'll enjoy every last second of it."



<em>("Because I'm not some slut who'll jump at the opportunity to get fucked.")</em> Celestine replied quickly, even though she could hear how shaky her own thoughts were.



"Of course you're not... But then that's why I want you so badly." Tristan admitted as he stood there, trying to narrow down her location. "That's why, when I'm done with eating you out, I'm going to climb up your body and claim your lips. You'll fight me of course, as you always do, but I'll take your wrists and pin them down before I kiss you again, and let you taste your own juices, still dripping to my chin."



Celestine shuddered hard as she couldn't help but imagine the experiences he described, only to nearly lose her footing and fall. <em>("S-Stop it...")</em> Celestine tried desperately as she tried to ignore him, only to fail miserably.



"No." Tristan replied without any hesitation at all. "I swore that I'd have you and I will have you Celestine. And by the end I plan on leaving you in such a state that you won't even be able to even think straight." He declared unrelentingly. "I plan on leaving you a lustful wreck, riddled with pleasure and drunk on ecstasy!" He almost yelled, making Celestine quake again at his words.



She couldn't stop her imagination from spinning up and portraying every raunchy activity she could come up with, one after another, ranging from Tristan feasting upon her breasts and toying with her nipples, to fucking her pussy as deep as was physically possible, and then dumping his heavy potent seed into her womb... <em>("o-...oh god... stop...")</em> Celestine begged, her knees shuddering as she felt her pussy oozing so badly that it began to run down her legs.



"Oh I assure you Celestine, god will have nothing to do with what I plan on doing to you!" Tristan almost roared. "I'll ruin you, and I promise Celestine, you'll thank me for it when I'm done!"



A moment later Celestine felt Tristan's lust slamming down through the mark again, nearly crushing her resolve under its force... It was at that moment that Celestine knew if she faltered, Tristan would less make love to her, and more rape her out of her mind... <em>("B-Bastard! You're cheating!")</em> Celestine tried to snap, unable to keep her thoughts from reflecting how she was being buffeted by his desire.



"No, I'm not. I'm not using a single power on you Celestine, I'm merely 'communicating' my emotions. None of my demonic powers or abilities are really in effect. Rather it would be more accurate to say that it is 'your' powers given that the mark is etched upon your flesh, not mine." Tristan reasoned, his voice strained as he began to narrow down where the scent came from.



<em>("It doesn't matter anyway...")</em> Celestine replied weakly, desperately trying to force the emotions back once again. "I win." She said aloud along with the beeping of what sounded like a watch timer counting to zero. Tristan spun around to face where her voice came from. He saw her, leaning out from behind one of the columns that adorned the sides of his mansion. She wasn't on the terrace, but instead clinging to the side of the outside wall, having shimmied her way behind the column and out of sight... "And that means you lose." Celestine added, as she got herself back onto the porch, trying not to look down the full two story drop if she slipped even once. It didn't help that she was shaking like a leaf, her body wracked with both their desires.



Eventually she got to safety and then took the time to look at Tristan again, a victorious smirk upon her lips, shining through the low panting breaths. "Good try though... I honestly didn't expect you to get here so quickly. I thought I'd be able to kill some more time before the end game." Celestine explained as she walked back into his chambers, trying not to laugh at his perturbed look. "Though, if I'm going to be totally honest, I expected to force you into agreeing to my terms much earlier on. Good thing for back up plans huh?" She asked turning to him again.



Yet he did not verbally answer, and instead took her by the waist and tossed her easily onto his bed. "W-What the hell are you doing?!" Celestine asked with a gasp, stunned at his actions, and fighting very hard not to let her own imagination start running away from her again and build on how horny she already was... Though the look on his face gave her pause; all at once Tristan looked intrigued, impressed, annoyed and unrelentingly hungry for her. But most of all, Tristan looked like he wasn't about to stop. He looked like he was about to have his way with her regardless of who won or lost. "You lost!" Celestine repeated, trying to make her voice firm, only to realize that there was a very unwelcome hopeful undertone to it... "Time ran out and... and you couldn't find me, so you lose!" She tried again, trying to find her voice.



"Only because you cheated Celestine." Tristan replied. "Which... kudos, I honestly didn't see you deciding to cheat at your own game. Though you should have waited until I went inside and you could come in unseen. Regardless, that was very well done." Tristan complimented again.



Celestine frowned before protesting. "Don't be a child. I didn't cheat. I simply hid and you couldn't find me."



"Really?" Tristan asked. "If I recall, if I broke any the rules you laid out, it meant that I forfeited the game. Right?" Celestine was immediately given pause by his voice. His frustration and surprise was gone... the cunning demon was back and he looked like he knew he had already won.



"True... If you had broken any of the rules you would have forfeited. Which, congratulations, you didn't! Much to my surprise." Celestine tried to shoot back, before glancing around trying to figure out how to get around him and out the door. But she could feel him loosing the grip on his own power, and letting it flow again. He wasn't going to restrain himself to human limitations anymore. She wouldn't be able to outrun him. Yet despite thinking of escape, her eyes were dragged back to Tristan, and her nipples went hard at what she saw. His gaze reflected his dominance, his power, but most of all, it showed how much he wanted her right fucking now, and that he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.



But despite his desire, Tristan still tried to explain. "On that basis, we can assume that if <em>you</em> broke any of the rules, then you too would forfeit." Tristan concluded.



"But I didn't break any rules!" Celestine argued sharply, even as she began to back up further on his bed. Not that it helped any, because Tristan simply came closer, climbing onto the bed and walking slowly towards her on his knees. Yet even on his knees he still loomed over her, his gaze still holding her eyes captive.



"You said, and I quote 'The play area will be the mansion. The basement levels are off limits, and I will not enter the area surrounding the mansion'... You said nothing else about being outside the mansion, or hanging off its sides. Despite what you might argue, hanging off its walls, is still outside the mansion, and therefore in the area surrounding it... You were physically outside its boundaries, meaning you left the play area, something you said only <em>I</em> could do, and only if the need arouse. So yes Celestine, you did break the rules... You did cheat." Tristan finished firmly.

<hr pg="5" />Celestine swallowed hard as she watched him roughly pull off his shirt and toss it aside. Almost instantly her eyes were wandering down his fit form, and her own desires began to bubble up beyond her control. "W-Wait... Tristan... let's talk about this..." She began, even as she began to slide herself towards the far edge of the bed. Before he could reply, she flipped over and tried to dive off, only to make it halfway before his strong hand caught her by the ankle, despite her struggling.



"No." Tristan replied with a finality that stunned Celestine into stillness. "I told you Celestine, next time there would be no 'maybe'. I promised you that next time you would be mine, and next time is here." He continued before pulling her back to him. His actions spurred Celestine into trying to struggle again, but when his hand landed upon the small of her back, and began to massage the overly sensitive Demonic Mark that was stamped there, her whole body arched and Celestine let out an unwilling moan that stretched for long seconds.



"S-...Stop!" Celestine tried again, even as her words and tone didn't agree. She shuddered at the sound of her own voice, wanton and hopeful, even as her words tried to convince him otherwise. Yet a sharp gasp escaped her lips when she felt Tristan pull the knot that held the fabric of her top up and over her chest, quickly releasing it before he began to loosen the other strands that crisscrossed over her lower back, making her halter top loose and more easily removed, before he moved on and pulled her shoes off and tossed them aside along with his own.



A moment later, Tristan flipped her again, and before she knew it, he was looming over her, moving his knees between her legs after he forcefully spreading them. A moment more and he grabbed the top of her halter top and pulled it down, forcing her breasts to fall free of the already revealing garment. He pushed the garment down around her stomach before one of his strong hands cupped a breast and began to knead the soft flesh firmly, and Celestine couldn't help how what was supposed to be an angry protest, came out as desperate wanton squeak.



Yet at the same time, the sound seemed to give Tristan pause, and a moment later, his ravenous gaze rose to meet her eyes. In that moment of wordless connection, Celestine's rational mind was blasted into numbness by the single dark promise that Tristan's eyes held... a promise he had been repeating for the last several minuets. A promise assuring her that no matter what she did, he was going to fuck her. He was going to take her, whether she wanted it or not, because she had pushed him, and now he was pushing back. Her plan to make him burn for her had succeeded, but now that fire was burning almost completely out of control, and she was going to reap the reward for her scheming.



But even as she found herself almost vibrating in want, Celestine's defiance didn't die. She pulled one leg back as far as she could, bringing her knee almost up to her chin, before she lashed out with her heel, trying to kick Tristan off. Yet Tristan wasn't going to be denied or stopped, and his free hand reached out and batted at the blow, deflecting it enough that it went past him. Desperate to be free, Celestine tried again with her opposite leg, this time connecting with Tristan's abdomen, but it was like kicking a heavy lump of clay, and he didn't move more then a few inches. Their eyes met again and Tristan gave an animal rumble that shook all the way down to Celestine's core. "You can't stop this."



Celestine shook at every word, yet it wasn't fear that made her quiver, it was want. "M-maybe..." She allowed, surprised to find an excited but challenging smile upon her lips. "But I'm sure as hell not going to make it easy for you either." Celestine declared fiercely, before she pulled both legs back and lashed out with everything she had. While she knew she didn't actually hurt Tristan, she did push him back enough that she had the room to try and dive away again. Yet just like before, she felt Tristan's strong grip catch her by the ankles and begin dragging her back.



Before she knew it, Tristan flipped her over and was on top of her, one hand cupping her head firmly and pulling her up to meet his lips as he claimed her mouth. Celestine tried to push him away, but he was too strong, and he ignored her protests at first. Yet she was eventually able to slip out of his grip and turn her head away, before lashing out with her hand, slapping him hard across the cheek. Yet Celestine's breath caught in her throat as she heard Tristan rumble darkly again at her defiance. In that sound she could hear his ever growing arousal, fanned by her resistance. Worse, was the fact that she could feel it through the Demonic Mark. She found her mind spinning at that sound, and even as her breath came back to her, it could only come in short, desperate gasps as she tried to deal with the emotions he ignited in her.



Tristan leaned in to kiss her again, and Celestine lashed out reflexively, fully intent on slapping him again. Yet her hand never connected, and she felt his steely grip upon her forearm, having caught the blow before it ever landed. Celestine only glanced at her confined arm before glaring back up at him, only to see him watching her with eyes that literally glowed in desire. Again Tristan leaned in to kiss her, but again Celestine continued to resist, throwing her free hand up to try and strike him with her closed fist. Yet Celestine was surprised to feel her fist connect, but unlike before, Tristan seemed braced for the blow, and a sharp pain ran down her hand. Yet even as she watched his eyes, their glow only seemed to grow stronger, and she could feel his lust burn even hotter.



But before she could withdraw her hand, Tristan caught her by the wrist, and then slammed both her arms above her head, pinning them there with his weight and strength. Celestine struggled of course, pulling at his hands and trying to push away from him with her legs. But positioned as he was, literally just above her, she had no means to find any purchase, and couldn't push him off.



Yet as she glared up at him defiantly, Tristan descended, almost laying atop of her as he claimed her lips once again. In an instant Celestine felt a wave of hot erotic pleasure run through her, as she felt how possessive and demanding his kiss was. How it would not be argued with or stopped. How it simply demanded her acceptance and submission. But as much as Celestine shivered at the touch of their lips, the wave continued to flow through her body, as she felt his sculpted body lay against hers, forcing her hard nipples to press against his unyielding chest and send jolts of pleasure dancing around her whole body as the sensitive nubs ground against him with every little movement.



But all other sensations were dwarfed when she felt Tristan's hips pressing up against her own. The impression of his hard rod pressing against her oozing sex, obstructed only by her panties and his pants was enough make Celestine release a wanton moan against his lips. In an instant Celestine knew what was pressed against her, and without ever intending to, her body arched into his, crushing her breasts against his body even as her legs spread further to accommodate and invite him.



She felt Tristan's tongue slip past her lips and into her mouth, and in response, Celestine set her own tongue to work, swirling around his as she sucked gently upon him, all the while kissing him back desperately. She could have said it was his desires and lust that was driving her on at this point, but she knew that would have been a lie. The pleasure Celestine felt was incentive enough to strap in and enjoy the ride. He had pinned her down completely and left her with almost no ability to move beyond kissing him back and grinding her body against his, and she didn't hesitate to revel in every moment of it.



Even as Tristan began to pull his lips from hers, she made an annoyed and unhappily sound, and tried lift her head up to maintain the kiss, even if she couldn't stop him from breaking free. A half moment later Tristan spoke, leaning in to whisper directly into her ear. "I love hearing you moan and whimper... I love tasting your ecstasy and pleasure... But now I want to hear you admit that you wanted to lose. I want to hear how everything today was just a scheme to get me to fuck your brains out..." Tristan demanded lowly, accenting his point as he ground his confined cock up and down her thinly covered sex.



Yet for all his demands, Celestine shook her head sharply, denying him. "Say it." He demanded again, slowly sliding her arms down to her sides and behind her back, forcing her body to arch even further to make space for her imprisoned arms.



"Not a chance!" Celestine replied, her voice thick with ecstatic disobedience.



"Say it!" Tristan demanded, pushing his hips harder against hers, loving how her body shuddered against his.



But then Celestine did something that surprised him utterly, as Tristan suddenly felt sharp pain in the soft flesh just along his neck above his collar bone. It made him grunt painfully in surprise before he tried to pull back, but Celestine leaned up him, and the pain blossomed larger for a moment, stunning Tristan enough to accidently let go of her.



The moment he did, the pain disappeared, and Celestine darted out from under him, scurrying up to the head of the bed, leaving Tristan near the bottom. Looking to her, Tristan found her with a devilish smile upon her lips; her eyes alight with mischievous daring. Reaching to his shoulder, Tristan touched where the pain had flared, and felt several shallow indents into his skin... "You bit me..." He said lowly, though he sounded impressed and pleased rather than annoyed.



"I warned you Tristan." Celestine began, her voice taking on a smooth and seductive tone, making Tristan's cock twitch in his pants. "I told you that if you let your guard down, for even a moment, I would break free of you."



"And I told you I would simply conquer you again!" He answered dominantly, before closing on her again. Celestine giggled as he came at her, raising her feet to try and kick him away again, only to be caught and then hauled closer. Yet a moment later he looped his arms under her legs and brought her hips up off the bed and to his mouth, making her skirt fall down over her waist and exposing her drenched panties once again. Celestine struggled at first, but she went still a moment later as she saw and felt him begin to pull her panties aside with his teeth and then take a long slow lick up her bald pussy.



The moment his tongue made contact, Celestine's hips bucked as pleasure lanced throughout her whole body, and continued to roll through her as his tongue continued up to her clit, which he gave a light flick. "Now say it. Tell me this was your goal all along Celestine. Tell me you were aching for this!" Tristan demanded again before he began to eat Celestine out in earnest, making her hips buck and jump almost constantly. Celestine's whole body arched as she felt his tongue begin to dive into her pussy, curling and teasing the sensitive flesh inside. She couldn't help how her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as the wave of pure euphoric pleasure crashed down on her.



Yet for all the crippling pleasure, Celestine managed to come to her senses enough to speak up, as she met Tristan's eyes again. "I-I w-wo-on't sa-y it!" She replied, her breath coming to quickly to form proper words. Yet with her message delivered, Celestine's head fell back again, as the building storm of pleasure threatened to sweep over her. Her hands gripped the bed sheets desperately, trying to find something to hold onto as she began to lose herself to the oncoming orgasm...



But her broken words seemed to drive Tristan all the more, and Celestine found herself less falling into her climax, and more being hurled into it by Tristan. In response to her defiance, he covered her entire sex with his mouth and sucked hard on it as tongue dove deeper to find her G-spot, poking it lightly and setting her off like a rocket. Celestine only vaguely heard someone screaming at the top of their lungs as she was lost to the blinding bliss that washed over her, and only realized a few moments later when she began to come down again, that it was her who was shrieking out her pleasure...



When Celestine's ecstatic cries became nothing more then pleasant gasps that coincided with each aftershock, Tristan let her go, and laid her down flat upon her back. A moment later she found him climbing over her again and bringing himself face to face up to hers. She saw his want still burning in his eyes, and it made her smile up to him euphorically, giving him an inviting purr, as she made her body writhe slowly under him, teasing him to throw himself into his own desires.



"Kiss me." Tristan demanded bluntly, his hands flat upon the bed holding him up above her. Yet Celestine's smile only grew in response as she turned her head away, unwilling to give into his demands and longing to be forced to submit. And as if on cue, Tristan's hand took her chin firmly and forced her to turn to him again before resuming his dominating kiss, Celestine resisted only for a moment more, before she willingly returned the embrace. She tasted herself upon his lips and greedily took as much of her own juices back, even as her tongue spared and wrestled with his.



Yet as the seconds ticked past, Tristan soon became impatient, the need to be buried deep inside her, driving into her squeezing walls over and over, pushed him to abandon their kiss and move onto grander things. When he pulled away from Celestine, she thought to try and keep their kiss locked together once again, but when his hand fell upon her chest and pushed her down firmly, she knew he had something more planned.



A moment more and Tristan was standing on his knees again, reached down to his belt and undid the simple buckle. As he did so, the notion of fleeing or striking out at him struck Celestine. But before she could act, Tristan pushed his pants down, and revealed his cock, which drew her gaze and attention completely as her oozing pussy suddenly felt very empty. She saw his length and thickness springing up and again she was stunned that he was somehow fit inside her without hurting her. Yet just seeing it made her recall the other times he had buried his dick into her, driving her nearly mad with pleasure...



Without even realizing it, Celestine spoke up, her voice seductive and low. "Is that for me? Are you going to bury that glorious cock in me again?" Celestine asked, drawing Tristan's gaze. Yet even as he looked at her, her eyes were still glued upon his perfect tool, and she could see it twitching lightly at her words... A devilish smile formed across her lips as the words kept flowing unbidden, filling Celestine with erotic delight. "Are you going to fuck my tight pussy with that wicked dick, ruin me and then make me beg for more?"



Celestine shuddered at her own words, enthralled by the sight of his cock twitching at every dirty syllable. She knew that what she was saying was probably not all that bad considering some of the things that Tristan had probably heard and said over his life, but for her, it was new and it felt wonderful! Better still was the fact that Tristan seemed utterly floored by her words, spurring her on as she saw the moment of weakness. Celestine bought both legs up and tried pushing him over, hoping to capitalize on his precarious position.



But it seemed that Tristan had been caught unaware enough times, as even as her legs lashed out, Tristan caught both of them and pulled them up, so they were perfectly vertical. "That," he began, his voice thick with commanding lust, "is enough of that!" Tristan declared, right before his free hand came down and spanked Celestine sharply, making her yelp as the impact shot strait to her core, making a wave of pleasure quickly follow the sharp pain that preceded it.



Yet for all the pleasure the blow created, Celestine found greater euphoria in her rebellion being crushed, and she couldn't help the pleased groan that escaped her throat. But as she quivered at the sudden flair of pleasure, she felt Tristan roughly take her panties and pull them up her legs, fully revealing her glistening puss, still oozing from when Tristan ate her out, before he left them to hang off one of her ankles...



"But to answer your question..." Tristan began, drawing Celestine's attention back up to his handsome features. "I'll use actions instead of words, as they speak so much louder." Tristan finished with a dominant smile. Celestine was about to speak up, but she was silenced when Tristan split her legs and pushed them up near her shoulders, hard enough to lift her ass and hips up, high enough for her to see her own pussy on full display before he slipped a pillow under her. Instantly Celestine found her breathing restricted, but not so much as to keep her from breathing.



But before she could comment, she was silenced when she felt and saw his cock rest against her puss, its head pointing up slightly as she felt its heat against her skin, and felt every pulse and twitch through it. Celestine tried to squirm as she stared at the thing that was about to fill her cunt so completely, but quickly found that she could hardly even do that... Her hands were free, but the awkward position made them essentially useless, and could do little more than help him hold her legs back. All told, she was utterly under his control again, and that realization made her whimper excitedly.



She watched with her breath caught in her throat as Tristan pulled back some, angling to drive his fuck stick into her with one heavy stroke. But Tristan didn't strike, and after a moment Celestine looked to him, confused by why he was stopping. But her answer came with as he spoke again. "Say. It." His voice a clear command, highlighting his dominance by rocking his hips slightly, teasing the head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy.



The whine that came from Celestine sent a ripple of perverse pleasure through Tristan, as he saw her trying to come up with an answer. Yet after a long moment, Celestine shook her head weakly... "I... I didn't plan on losing!" She admitted, begrudgingly now as she knew that it would forestall what they both desired. Tristan growled, clearly annoyed, before he began to pull back, but before he broke contact, Celestine continued sharply. "I didn't plan on losing! I thought I would win! I knew I would..." She hesitated, as she looked at his eyes, still glowing a faint golden red. Embarrassment began to creep in on her, and Celestine looked away, unable to say the truth while still meeting his gaze... "I knew I would win, but that didn't stop me from... from fantasying about losing!" Celestine almost shouted, not wanting their debauchery to stop... She was in his control right now, and she knew he would be able to see through any lie she could come up with. "But...I'm..." Celestine tried to add, only managing to fight through it after a moment. "But I'm not upset that I lost! I cheated and I caught, so that means I lose, and that I should pay the price!" Celestine declared, screwing her eyes shut trying to avoid Tristan's judgement.



Yet even as she feared the worse, she felt the pressure against her wet slit return, and she looked back to him to speak. "Wha<em>AAAAHHHH!!</em>" Yet her word devolved into a pleasure stained scream as she felt Tristan drive every inch of himself into her with one unstoppable thrust. In that same moment another climax struck her like a brick, coming out of nowhere as she suddenly felt so fucking full. Somehow he felt bigger then normal, either that or she was somehow tighter...



Tristan gave a low animal grunt as he saw the orgasm shine in Celestine's eyes and heard her scream. "So... So fucking tight!" Tristan roared as he savoured the moment, feeling Celestine's pussy ripple around every inch of him. Yet soon he was pulling out, making Celestine gasp sharply as her head rolled back a little, trying to come back to her senses. But it was all for not as Tristan didn't give her a moment to recover, and drove the few inches he had pulled out back into her with enough force to make Celestine cry out again as another jolt of pleasure struck her.

<hr pg="6" />"H-...How!?" Celestine managed to gasp after a moment, her eyes falling upon where his cock was stabbing into her pussy. She couldn't help but stare as she saw him withdrawing his cock inch by beautiful inch, soaked and glistening in her pussy juices.



"Is it so tight?" Tristan finished for her, drawing her gaze back up to him as he grinned perversely down at her, enjoying how her chest heaved as she fought for air and how stunned with pleasure her beautiful face was. "It's because of the position Celestine... You've experienced several of the more pedestrian positions before, but this puts pressure on your pussy, giving it less room to accommodate me, hence why it feels so fucking good. Never mind that you've always had a tight pussy." Tristan added lewdly, as he continued to pull more of his thick length out than before.



Celestine was shaking as she watched the instrument of her ecstasy draw out of her again, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself between gasps, disbelieving that such a thing was somehow fitting inside her... Maybe it was just the position like Tristan had said, but it felt so wonderfully different, it was hard to convince her. Not that he really needed to, as he drove himself back into her, making a titillating show of her breasts heaving with the heavy thrust thrust.



"<em>Mnnnuuhhnn!</em>" Celestine moaned as she felt Tristan rock his hips while buried inside her, grinding his cock against every inch of her tight puss. "It's so fucking <em>good</em>!" Celestine observed aloud, her voice husky and riddled with pleasure as he continued to rock his hips against hers slowly. Looking down, Celestine realized that somewhere along the line, she had started doing the same, trying to get every iota of pleasure out of the experience as she could.



"Of course it is." Tristan replied firmly, voice full of pride as he was able to heap pleasure upon her. "And just think Celestine, you brought this all upon yourself!" Celestine looked to him, her face a mix between confusion and erotic delight, even as she felt another orgasm building up inside her. "You started this the moment you walked into the dinning room, dressed in those teasingly skimpy clothes... The way you talked, <em>Unn!</em> Hell, even the way you were walking! It was like you were screaming for me to fuck you!" Tristan hollered brazenly. "And the way you left, saying you were going to <em>him</em> to make sure he was fed like some animal! <em>Mnn!</em> You knew all of it would wind me up like a spring Celestine." Tristan added finally, before he stabbed into her quickly only to pull out and drive in twice more in quick succession.



Celestine was moaning loudly by the second thrust, which devolved into a desperate scream by the third. When he was fully seated inside her, she managed to pull herself together enough to think about the last thing he said. She hadn't ever intended to involve Markus in her ploy to tease and toy with Tristan. But she sure as hell wasn't going to correct him either. After all, she loved the result of his misconception far too much...



She couldn't help but smile as she fought for the air to speak. "It worked didn't it?" She asked, her laboured but sultry voice like music to his ears. "I bet you couldn't even go for more than a-<em>ahhh!</em> minuet without thinking about ho-<em>oohh! ho</em>w badly you wanted to fuck me!"



"Indeed it did work!" Tristan declared as he thrust into her again, hard enough that Celestine felt like he was going to split her apart. "So reap your reward now Celestine!" Tristan almost thundered at her, before he began to pound into her tight cunt over and over again, not stopping and not giving either of them a moment to rest like he had been so far.



It took only three more strokes for Celestine to have another orgasm, but unlike before, this was much more powerful and crippling. She tried to arch her back but Tristan held fast, locking her place as her whole body began to vibrate uncontrollably. Celestine might have tried to scream something, but it all came out as an unintelligible wail, declaring her crushing climax. Already short on breath, Celestine's world began to grow dark as Tristan's relentless fucking further restricted her breathing, and soon Celestine's world began to dim. Everything else faded one at a time, until all that was left was that pure scalding pleasure that came from his cock being buried all the way inside her tight twat...



~~~~



Celestine snapped back awake with a deep throaty moan as she felt herself being held in Tristan's embrace, being held upright and vertical, all the while being bounced lightly up and down as she felt his cock invading her pussy again... "Oh...OH fuck!" Celestine snapped as the pleasure came back, hitting her like a hammer. She realized that her last climax, combined with the restrictive position, was enough to make her black out for a moment... Not that that had stopped Tristan. "You- you dirty bastard!" Celestine swore, even as she panted in desperate pleasure. "<em>Mmmnn!</em> I... I pass out and you don't even stop!?" She asked, unable to stop herself from giggling at his sheer depravity.



Tristan grunted once before speaking up, though he never stopped bouncing her up and down on his cock. "You certainly were still moaning like you were loving it, even when you were half unconscious!" Tristan replied darkly. "And it isn't like you're stopping now, is it?" Tristan teased before bringing his hand down to spank her ass again, making Celestine cry in pain fuelled ecstasy.



The thing was, he wasn't wrong. Now that she was aware again, Celestine found herself sitting down, impaled on his cock and rolling her hips slightly with each of his thrusts. Her knees on either side of him and on the mattress, giving her at least a little stability, not that he was going to let her go anywhere. Worse, in the few seconds she had been awake again, she had taken it upon herself to start springing up and down upon him on her own, without ever even thinking about it. Each time their thrusts met, vulgar wet slapping sounds filled her ears. Her thighs and his crotch were almost drenched, and she realized she must have almost burst during her last climax. Not that any of that was stopping her... Hell, it only added to the situation as she met Tristan's eyes again. Unable to come up with a response to his words, Celestine simply grabbed his shoulders and forced her lips against his, kissing him wantonly as they continued to fuck.



Her actions surprised Tristan at first, realizing that while she might have not been able to shut him up with words, she did so with actions, and begrudgingly, he had to concede that round to her. Still, an animal rumble escaped his throat as he felt her squeezing tightly with her tight cunt. She would relax when she came down, but then squeeze again as they pulled apart, as if she were trying to milk him for everything he was worth.



Yet after several long moments of amorous kissing and quick fucking, Tristan pulled away and spoke up, his voice thick and strained as both of them were beginning to climb towards climax. "What's wrong Celestine? Nothing to say in response?" he asked before forcing his lips against hers again for a moment to stifle anything she might have to say before he broke off and continued. "Maybe the idea of me fucking you into unconsciousness only for me to keep going is an appealing idea for you? It certainly seemed that way earlier. Or maybe waking up with a pussy full of my cock is something you've been fantasizing about?" Tristan asked shamelessly.



Celestine tried responding, but Tristan captured her lips again, making her words come out as a sharp moan against his lips. She tried pulling away to speak, but he didn't give her the opportunity, or if she seemed like she was about to slip out of his grasp, he would accelerate his thrusts into her for a moment, distracting her long enough for him to hold her again... Eventually Celestine was left with only one option, and she nipped at Tristan's lower lip hard enough to make him startle back and give her a chance to speak.



"Asshole!" She began after a few pants. "I don't-... I don't fantasize about those sorts of things!" She responded, trying to make her voice sound adamant. But with them fucking, it was hard to make her voice come out as anything but desperate and half drunk off lust.



Still, Tristan grinned almost ear to ear. "Liar!" He hissed gently, and was rewarded by the sight of Celestine's cheeks going redder, proving that he had caught her. Still holding her gaze, Tristan began, every few words accented by a thrust of his hips. "I bet you have all manner of fantasies concocted and stored away to pull up whenever you secretly play with yourself like a dirty little girl." Tristan teased darkly. And when Celestine shivered in erotic embarrassment, he felt her pussy flutter around his cock, squeezing tighter for a moment as he sensed her orgasm looming. "Tell me your fantasies Celestine." Tristan ordered firmly. Celestine's eyes locked with his in response, clearly horrified by the demand, even as she showed how excited such an order made her, as Tristan felt her pussy clench hard around in response.



"I... I can't." Celestine tried, but Tristan's hand came down upon her ass again, spanking her into submission. "<em>Fuck</em>! Celestine cried out, though it wasn't clear if it was in pain or pleasure. Yet when she didn't start opening up, Tristan spanked her twice more, until she eventually replied. "Fine! I'll tell you!" She agreed, and as a reward, Tristan grabbed her hips and thrust into her hard, driving his cock deep enough to poke the entrance to her womb and make Celestine nearly cum all over his dick...



It took several long shuddering moments but Celestine managed to hold back the inevitable for a little while longer. Soon she began to speak, her voice coming in pants as Tristan had no intention of not fucking her while she explained a few of her fantasies. "I've fantasized what it would be like to-... to watch you fuck a complete stranger... someone I don't know at all... She'd have to be a young woman... sweet and... and vulnerable... I'd want to watch you fuck her out of her mind before you shot your thick cum into her cunt. So I could..." Celestine hesitated, shivering hard as she imagined it all over again, even as she was being fucked. But her hesitation brought another sharp slap down upon her ass, driving her into action. "So I could eat it out of her after!" She almost yelled, desperate to get it out, even as a part of her was horrified at herself for sharing such depraved dreams, let alone even imagining them. Yet even as she said the words the images filled her mind, and she could almost taste his delicious cock cream as she imaged herself lapping it out of now ruined woman...



But instead of teasing or mocking, Celestine felt Tristan hilt himself inside her again, sending a bolt of pleasure rocking through her in reward for sharing her perverse dreams. She looked to him confused, only to see and feel him withdraw and drive into her hard again, which promptly pushed her over the edge and made her cum. Tristan watched her with his impious gaze, and saw her lean back some as her body arched, pushing her breasts out invitingly, her whole body shaking as her climax washed over her.



Even as she still road the wave of her latest orgasm, Tristan leaned forward and began to feast upon her breasts, nipping and sucking on the hard nubs that stood erect on her beautiful mounds. Even in the throws of ecstasy, Celestine's body jerked and quivered more, each time Tristan touched or played at the sensitive nubs, making her climax drag on and on...



Soon Celestine found herself falling back, with Tristan falling down along with her. A few moments later she felt Tristan go still, his cock half buried inside her as she fought for air, still shuddering lightly from the aftershocks of her latest climax... Yet she could feel Tristan twitching and throbbing inside her, adding to the carnal pleasure she felt. She could feel he was pausing in order to let himself wind down a little, because if he didn't, he was going to go off inside her...



Celestine saw him look up to her, and her heart skipped a beat as it raced in her chest... He was so perfectly handsome, even now as he tried to breathe slowly and deeply, his brow beaded with a thin sheen of sweat. She had done this to him, stoked his lust and driven him to fuck her silly. She had brought out the savage animal, the wanton beast, the thing inside that Tristan, who despite being brash and vulgar at times, kept tightly under control... She had made him begin to lose himself, and she found herself longing to see what he was like when all restrictions were lost. Drunk off her own ecstasy, Celestine pondered pushing him just a little more... just that little bit more to let the demon free completely... After all, she'd cum several times already, but he hadn't even once... How was that fair?



<em>He'll need a push... he won't risk letting loose completely without it...</em> Her inner voice whispered to her, her own voice shaking in want.



But then Celestine already knew that, and knew what it would take to release those final bonds that he held himself back with.



<em>Do it! We want this! We want it so badly... Do it!</em> Her inner voice begged desperately. Not that she needed to... Celestine was already acting.



Tristan felt Celestine's warm wet pussy squeeze down on him firmly for a moment, making him grunt in exertion. He was trying to calm down before he blew himself out inside her, and that was hardly making it any easier... "Celestine..." he began, his voice thick like grinding stone. "Stay still... give me a moment to reco-"



"No, I won't." She cut him off, her voice smooth and low, but utterly defiant, like the concept of listening to him was absurd.



And before Tristan could reply, Celestine began to shimmy herself away from him, and as a result, ground Tristan's cock against the tight walls of her cunt as they separated. But she was taking her time doing so, drawing it out and inflicting Tristan with pleasure he didn't know if he could take... If she were a normal human woman, he knew he would have no problem at all, but she wasn't. Celestine made it almost impossible for him to truly control himself, and every little movement was just making it harder... It would have been better if she did it all at once, like pulling off a band aid, but she was stretching it out, and torturing him with her cheeky rebelliousness.



Her admission of one of her fantasies had backfired on Tristan. While it did excite her, Tristan found himself nearly blowing his load into her as a result. Something he knew he couldn't allow to happen. But with her acting as she was, the problem only seemed to grow. Worse still, was the fact that her insubordination only served to stoke his desire for her. His rational mind told him to pull away, but his nature as an incubus, and as a lust demon, told him to ravage her for such disobedience, and to take pleasure from her body and leave her a panting wreck...



"C-Celestine... stop!" Tristan tried again feebly as his head hung down, even as he felt himself losing out to his own desires.



In response, Celestine gave a thick lustful purr, drawing his gaze up to her again, where he saw her beautiful green eyes shining with wanton need... "No." she finally said, before she squeezed down hard on him again, blowing the rational side of his mind aside in a wave of her wicked desire and pleasure...



Celestine knew she was to be rewarded for her efforts when she heard Tristan give a low hungry snarl. A moment later she felt his hands fall upon her hips firmly, and with a mighty heave, she felt him drag her back to him while thrusting hard enough to make Celestine scream in wondrous ecstasy. But he didn't stop there, and soon Celestine felt Tristan laying atop her kissing and nipping at her neck while he began to pound her tight pussy with utter abandon. His arms slipped under her body, squeezing her against him to make as much contact as possible. Yet the moment he realized she was still wearing the skirt, half drenched in her own juices, he simply took it in hand and tore it apart, all in an attempt to make as much of their skin touch as possible, before he crushed himself to her again.



Celestine couldn't help but giggle in erotic joy at first, pleased that Tristan was lost to his own desires. But soon her laughter was killed by gasps of pleasure and cries of ecstasy as he continued to hammer himself into her pussy. She felt herself squeezing down on him every time he crashed into her, and during those short moments when he was still inside her, she shivered every time she felt his wonderful cock throb inside her.



Celestine knew that tomorrow she would be tender to say the least. Hell, she'd probably be unable to walk properly or even sit down without grimacing... But she didn't care. She wanted this. No, that was wrong. She <em>needed</em> this. It had been days since Tristan had last driven himself into her, and now that it was happening, she found herself missing the sensation desperately. The feel of his cock stabbing into her, filling her so utterly, the sense of his thick cock stretching her walls, even as she squeezed down on him... The sensation of his strong hands upon her body, holding her in place so that she had no choice but to accept his marvellous dick.



Celestine didn't hesitate at all when his lips left her neck and sought out her mouth again, and was more then willing to throw her tongue back into the fray as the kiss was one that only those lost to their own depravity could manage. She opened herself to him completely in that kiss, and even if she resisted, she knew he would have simply dominated her lips until she submitted. Not that she wanted to by this point... Resistance was dead. All that mattered was him driving his thick dick into her over and over again.



But Celestine was startled when Tristan suddenly stopped, and his lips pulled away as his head fell into the curve of her neck. She felt him shaking badly, as if heavily strained by something. More then that... she sensed his aura and power trying to grow and gather. Yet even if he was stopped, Celestine didn't, and she continued to rock her hips with his cock half buried inside her. "Don't stop... <em>Please</em>!" She begged wantonly... There was something that was missing.... Something that only he could give her.



"<em>No!"</em> Tristan strained as he began to pull away from her. "Can't... to close to <em>cumming!</em>" Tristan reasoned with a strained voice, even as he tried to pull out of her.



<em>Don't let him-</em> Her inner voice began, but Celestine cut her off, not needing her to guide her, as she was thinking the same thing. Before Tristan knew what was happening, he felt Celestine's legs, which had simply been at his sides up to this point, wrap around his hips and force herself up, driving his cock back into her as deeply as her body would allow. A moment more and Tristan felt her arms wrapping around his body, right before her nails dug into his back as she held him as tightly as she could. "No!" Tristan rumbled, even as his body began to move on its own, his inherent nature taking over and forcing him to act as he began to thrust into her all over again...



<em>"Oh yes... please yes!"</em> Celestine responded, her voice impossibly seductive and desperate to his ears. <em>"We both want this... do it... Please Tristan do it! Stain my pussy with your cum! Mark my womb forever yours!"</em>



If Celestine wasn't so utterly lost to her own carnal bliss, she might have noticed her voice didn't sound 'like' her invisible partners tone and inflection... It was identical.



Worse, was the fact that she didn't realize it wasn't just her physical voice Tristan heard. Her soul was singing to him too, calling him to not only pour himself out into her, but to tear her soul free and consume it...

<hr pg="7" />Every collision of their hips dragged Tristan one step closer to losing himself completely, and one step closer to murdering Celestine... The notion of enacting his long term plans struck him, but he knew she wasn't ready for that. Not yet. Still, that fact didn't solve his problem. Nor could it forestall it.



Celestine shuddered hard when she felt his cock buck inside her, and some instinctual part of her knew that he was about to cum. She was going to urge him on, tell him that she was ready for it, but Tristan silenced her with one last thrust, arching his whole body, forcing their bodies to separate some, even as her nails clawed down his back. Still, the new position gave Celestine a clear view of him buried balls deep inside her, and she could feel the head of his cock against the gate to her womb.



Celestine's own climax began to come down upon her as she felt him stab back inside her, but even as it descended upon her, it was blasted aside when she felt the first shot of Tristan's seed jet from his cock, and splash against the walls of her womb. <em>"Ahh! I... I feel it!"</em> Celestine whimpered out in a quivering voice... <em>"It's... It's hot... Fuck! Oh Fuck it's HOT!"</em> Celestine howled, squeezing her legs around him tighter as more of Tristan's thick cum spewed from his cock, drenching Celestine's pussy. <em>"There's... oh god there so much!"</em> Celestine continued, feeling herself be filled with his essence as she shook uncontrollably. <em>"More!"</em> She begged. <em>"Give me more!!"</em>



Yet even as she implored him, Tristan desperately tried to hold back his own nature, even as his own powers lashed him and nearly drove him insane... Just looking down at her, a part of him told him that resisting was impossible. That he was going to consume her soul now and that there was nothing he could do to stop it.



Tristan screamed inside in response, as he felt his body lowering to hers, ready to kiss her one last time and pull her soul free. He tried to fight it, but her soul sang for him not to stop... to keep going and consume her, and he couldn't resist its call. It might not have been perfect, but her soul was tainted enough for now. It would good enough for him surely...



However some part of Tristan roused itself again, making him realize that 'good enough' was not in fact good enough. He didn't want to settle and simply be content... Being 'content' nearly destroyed himself and Navira both. No... He wanted Celestine. He wanted her completely and utterly. 'Good enough' did not factor into it. And that same part of Tristan that tore him away from the entity inside Celestine, acted again, and Tristan roared in triumph as he pulled away from Celestine again.



Celestine almost whimpered when Tristan began to break away from her, forcing her legs apart as he withdrew from her pussy. She could still feel him pumping thick streams of his wonderful cock cream out more sporadically now, and when he pulled out of her completely, his cock sprang up and sent several heavy loads up her stomach and across her breasts. Despite being robbed of a pussy full of more cum, the sight of his thick seed being plastered across her skin made Celestine giggle drunkenly, before she began to moan shamelessly at the sensation of the thick fluid oozing slowly down her skin...



A moment more, and Tristan was utterly spent, and could do nothing more then look down at the woman he had defiled...



Celestine lay back, her legs spread out wide as she felt complete and utter euphoric satisfaction. Minor aftershocks of her own orgasm still rippled through her, making her twitch lightly, and after a moment she felt something begin to run out of her pussy and down her ass...



<em>"N-... Nooo!"</em> She began to whimper as she realized more than a little of Tristan's cum was beginning to leak out of her. Without even really thinking, Celestine pushed herself up some and her hand descended down to her crotch and tried to scoop some of the heavy thick jizm back into her thoroughly fucked pussy. She was only moderately successful, but when she brought her hand back up, a heavy glob of Tristan's cum was held in several fingers... Seeing it, her eyes lit up again, and she brought her hand to her mouth, where she let the seed ooze off her fingers and onto her outstretched tongue, making her moan happily as soon the first drop landed... When no more would slide free onto her hungry tongue and into her mouth, Celestine made a show of swallow it in front of Tristan. Once it was gone, Celestine couldn't help but sigh happily and give a pleasure laced shiver as she felt it work its way down her throat....



Looking down at herself and all the cum still upon her body, Celestine giggled again, before she reached down and began to work the still hot cock cream into her skin, spreading it over her body, taking special care to spread lots of it over her breasts and the demonic mark that surrounded her navel...



Tristan watched as she finished, and watched how her body almost glowed in the soft natural light that filled his chambers... She was utterly and perfectly beautiful to him, and the only thing he wished for more than this moment lasting forever, was to live through it again... Yet as Celestine gave another pleased purr, Tristan found his gaze drawn up to her eyes. He could have sworn that they shone brightly, almost as if backlit by some power like they were before, but it was more likely a trick of the light.



Regardless he didn't have time to think about it, as Celestine spoke up again, her voice thick with pleasure and satisfaction. <em>"Thank you Tristan. That was... fantastic."</em> She shuddered again before giving him a mischievous and beaming smile... <em>"Maybe next time I'll lose on purpose..."</em> She giggled lightly again before she let her head fall back lightly and closed her eyes. It didn't take long for Tristan to realize she was falling asleep, exhausted and spent.



Yet for all his resistance to pouring himself into her, Tristan still marvelled at the sight of her... Thankfully, she was already asleep, and while that might have not stopped him earlier, he resisted the urge to continue. He recalled, still half dazed, that he shouldn't have gone off in her... that if nothing was done, something terrible was about to happen, but so great was the fog in his head that Tristan couldn't recall at first, even as he fought to remember.



He moved to get closer to her, but even before he got an inch, Tristan found himself falling over along side her, not even having the strength to raise his hands to brace for the fall. Glancing around with a half obscured eye, and while flat on his face, Tristan saw Celestine, sleeping soundly nearby. A moment later and he began to feel his own exhaustion begin to drag him down. For a normal human this shouldn't have been an issue or a surprise, but he wasn't human. Even their excessive romp shouldn't have weakened him at all... He didn't use his powers on her, he knew that much, so it must have been something else.



Whatever it was though, Tristan quickly found sleep dragging him down into unconsciousness, despite his struggles...



~~~~~



When Tristan awoke, it was with a panicked startled gasp as he snapped up and off the bed, getting firmly to his feet. It took him a moment to recall why he was so concerned, but as soon as he remembered, he snapped back to see if Celestine was still there. Relief filled him as he found her there, still curled up and sleeping soundly. Perhaps more curious was the fact that at some point, she must have slid over and snuggled up against him, likely in her sleep, in some effort to keep warm.



While Tristan felt pride at the idea of her willingly cuddling up to him, he forced himself to shove it aside and went to get two robes, one for himself and another to wrap her up in. While retrieving the articles of clothing, he noticed that less than an hour had past. He felt somewhat drained though, as if more than a little of his demonic energies had been siphoned off...



Shaking it off, Tristan quickly got Celestine wrapped up after putting his own robe on, he scooped her still sleeping form up, and made his way out of his chambers, heading for the underground levels.



Despite his calm stride, Tristan felt concern and worry swirling around inside his mind. If he was being perfectly honest with himself, there was no way Celestine wasn't pregnant. He had dumped enough of his seed into her to impregnate a dozen women and he hadn't been able to control his virility like he would with any other individual, demon or mortal. While the gestation process wouldn't be the rapid three days it would be if she were a demon, the fact of the matter was that her pregnancy would probably be fatal if it was allowed to continue. Best case scenario meant that the infant hybrid would slowly tear apart her soul to feed its own demonic growth. Worse, was the fact that he knew he couldn't get rid of it with his own powers like he had with Rena, the strain would have also killed Celestine. So that left Tristan with one choice... A choice he wished desperately he didn't have to make given that he was hoping to keep this individual in the dark forever about Celestine's uniqueness...



~~~~~



Almost immediately after getting underground, Tristan could sense Nefas approaching and spoke up quietly as the large demon sprouted from one of the gaping holes in the wall. "Nefas, please stay quite and do as I say. I'll explain in a moment. Give Celestine something to keep her asleep, for at least twelve hours if possible. I doubt very much that she'd like to remember anything we are about to do."



Nefas cocked his whole body curiously, wondering why his lord was suddenly allowing him to do anything to the mortal he had previously ordered him to stay away from. Regardless, Nefas stretched out one of his hands, and from under the heavy claw on a single finger, a thin needle like bone stretched out. Without hesitation, Nefas carefully pricked Celestine, and while she stirred uncomfortably for a moment, she quickly fell into a deeper sleep.



"Thank you." Tristan announced honestly as he began to walk again towards Nefas's laboratory. "Now, it's time I told you a few things about Celestine, but we'll wait until we get into your lab." Tristan began, fighting to keep his voice level and calm. Oddly, his tone wasn't utterly unlike that of a teenager trying to stave off giving bad news to a parent.



"Very well my Lord." Nefas agreed without hesitation, even if his masters' actions were confusing him.



Yet as Tristan walked down the various halls, and Nefas followed along, they eventually had to pass through the Hell Spawn pits, and something very curious happened. Nefas stopped and listened, looking about himself as if surprised by something.



"What is it Nefas?" Tristan asked, even as he glanced around as well. None of the Hell Spawn around them seemed to be acting oddly; most were either hiding away in their crevasses or kneeling in supplication to Tristan and Nefas. He could hear the sounds of farther off Hell Spawn fighting, bickering and fucking, along with one human voice, who went back and forth to crying in ecstasy to just simply crying...



"Listen my Lord... Look at where we are..." Nefas answered simply.



Following his suggestions, Tristan listened more carefully, and looked more closely at where they were. Down an adjacent hall was the isolation cells but beyond that there was nothing...



And that's when it hit Tristan like a brick... he couldn't hear anything nearby... The Fell Spawn were just down the hall, and he didn't hear a single one of them braying or howling in their unquenchable hatred... A cold chill went down Tristan's back as he began to walk down the hall towards the isolation cells. Nefas followed him curiously, wondering if they had become tame somehow while he was away.



Yet what they saw only confused Nefas further... Of the four Fell Spawn that were held here, all were perfectly silent, and all were almost perfectly still. Even the youngest of the four, perhaps only hours old, was quite and still. Strange, given that these creatures seemed to be their most active while young, desperate to feed their freakish growth... More concerning, for Nefas at least, was that all four of them had their eyes glued upon Lord Durial. "They seem... focused on you my Lord." He commented curiously. "Perhaps they sense your power and are submitting to you."



"Not me." Tristan replied coolly. A moment later he turned his body, moving the mortal in his arms, and as he did so, Nefas watched the Fell Spawn's heads turn to follow her...



"They are watching her?" Nefas asked astonished. "Why? I know her connection to the breeder has some import to their creation but what is the significance? What causes the mutation?" Nefas continued to ask, turning to his Lord for answers. Yet what he found was his Masters gaze grow cold and distrustful. It wasn't aimed at him so much as it was the Fell Spawn, like he somehow found them even more untrustworthy then when he thought of them as nothing more than genocidal machines of death and hate, intent on killing everything and anything within their reach...



Instead of answering, Tristan turned and headed back the way he came, fully intent on going to Nefas's lab. However, as their sight to Celestine became obscured, the Fell Spawn went berserk, howling at the top of their lungs and pulling at their bindings with enough strength to make the dark steel bite into their flesh and make them bleed badly.



"Most concerning..." Nefas commented grimly. Never before had he recorded behaviour like this in this particular breed. The mortal seemed to be an object of veneration or of that manner to them, and their rage doubled as she was being taken away.



"Come along Nefas... no time to dawdle." Tristan announced simply, already disappearing from sight.



~~~~~



After laying Celestine out on the surprisingly clean steel table, Tristan turned to Nefas, still trying to think of a way to explain this without sound insane... He didn't even object as Nefas began to peel away the robe that was wrapped around Celestine and began doing a cursory examination.



"Subject is exhausted, from what appears to be a lengthy session of coitis. Subject appears to have received a large amount of seminal discharge in her vaginal passage as well as on her body." Nefas was about to take another breath to continue speaking, but Tristan cut him off.



"Please, just stop for now Nefas, and listen to what I have to say." Tristan began, drawing Nefas's attention completely. But now that he had it, he found himself unsure how to continue again. "Oh damn it all..." He grumbled before just getting it over with, or at least trying. "Look, Nefas I know out of all those who have served me, you have known me the longest... Hell... you've known me since my parents gave me to you to raise immediately after my birth. So to say that I trust you is an understatement. But I want to let you know that even though I kept this from you, I did it only to protect you and to keep you from worrying. We both know that big brain of yours can at times obsess over things it has trouble comprehending, and I didn't want to unjustly you..." Tristan paused, realizing that he was beginning to rant.



Yet for all the words he threw out, Nefas blinked at him with perfect logical calm. "Lord... I take it by your attempt to assure me that I still hold your favour and trust, that you are about to share something with me that you feel will upset me. Correct?" Nefas asked bluntly.



Tristan sighed heavily but nodded. "Yes, that is the situation in a nutshell."



Nefas nodded simply. "Do not fret Lord... I have been with you for many years, and have watched you grow since your infantile stages. You have done many things that have confused me, and even things that made me question your choices and sanity, but is it not rare that your actions actually anger me? Am I not normally above such things? I am not a wrath demon after all. I am... was... a caretaker of the newborn demons... I gave up everything to steal you away from a Nephilim purge, when by most standards, I should have stood and fought to protect all my charges, not just you, even though it was obvious defeat and destruction was inevitable. As a result, I paid the price for such dereliction of duty by the hands of my own kin, and was forever bared from raising the newborns ever again. Yet I do not hold such results against you, for I've always known you were special since your biological parents handed you to me. If posed with the same situation, I would not hesitate to travel the same path again, if it afforded me the chance to watch you grow and rise to power. So why would you now fear that I would become angry with you?" Nefas asked, clearly puzzled by his Lord's actions.



Tristan smiled apologetically to his caretaker and teacher, before simply shaking his head. "Because I suspected that Celestine was Fell Born shortly after I brought her home, and confirmed it a little while after that... Yet I do not slay her. A whim has forced me to take her into my home and bed, and now I fear I could not simply murder her, no matter the consequence."



Nefas looked blankly at Tristan for a long moment, his many eyes blinking occasionally in a random order. Eventually though, he grunted once, and looked to the unconscious woman on his table before turning back to Tristan, only to find him looking at Celestine, with a mix of fondness and concern. Before Tristan knew it, Nefas hurled his immense weight at him, and a moment later had his Demonic Lord pinned up against the wall with his powerful limbs.



"<em>Fool</em>! You'd risk your destruction and the destruction of your entire house over a whim!?" Nefas rumbled angrily, making the nearest Hell Spawn flee like craven dogs at his anger. It seemed that Nefas could add one more to the very short list of things Durial had done to really piss him off... "Surely you did not forget the lessons I taught you as you grew?! Surely you remember how horrifically dangerous they are!! She is death to our kind! Living anathema!"



Yet for all his power, Tristan did not retaliate against his caretaker, and instead looked to him apologetically even as Nefas's talons threatened to pierce his flesh. "I have not forgotten teacher... how could I when I had you for a tutor? But you know how I am. Could you really be all that surprised that I would do something like this?" Tristan asked honestly.



Nefas frowned in distress, his body shaking in frustration as he tried to understand Durial. It was something he had never been able to completely manage, and after several long moments he relaxed and set his Lord down gently. "No... no I am not... Your sense of whimsy has always vexed me. When a whim takes you, you dedicate yourself wholly to it, mind, body and soul, even when you know you should not... Even the way you manage your house and retainers is a result of that whim... I recall that day, when you told me that you would not follow the norm of how nobles treated their vassals, and it has served you well... But this? This is madness... surely you can see that?"



"Of course I see it. But then demons are not normally logical creatures Nefas, you know that. Other than you and your kin, we are a chaotic and insane breed, no matter what our vices may be." Tristan replied, honest and apologetic once again. He knew he was putting those closest to him in danger, but he couldn't stop. And it was a very real possibility that he never really had a chance to stop... Perhaps he was wrong when he thought that using his powers on Celestine when he first met her in that club had no lasting effect. Perhaps that single act had chained their fates together...



"What of Claude? Does he know of this? Rena I could understand not acting, but Claude? He should have murdered her in her sleep while you were far away..." Nefas argued grimly.

<hr pg="8" />"Claude's pride prevents him from betraying me Nefas, even if he knows that the proper coarse of action goes against my orders. But they are the only two that know beyond myself and you now. And I know the three of you would never share this information with anyone." Tristan explained.



"You are most blessed that that is in fact that case Child." Nefas replied grimly. "If you had followed the standard relationship between lord and servant, like any of the other nobles do, you most certainly would have been betrayed by now."



"Then perhaps this whim will pay off as well as that one did, hum?" Tristan asked, grinning proudly.



"Perhaps... but highly unlikely." Nefas responded flatly. "But if we four are the only ones, then perhaps we can manage somehow."



Tristan frowned as if he had forgotten something, and then it hit him. "Damnation... there is one other... I'm certain Vestiem knows as well." Tristan shared unhappily.



Nefas nearly collapsed right there, only staying upright thanks to Tristan catching him. "The Sovereign?! Utter insanity! If he knows, then why are we not all ash drifting in the wind already!?"



"Honestly I can't say for sure. As far as I can tell Vestiem is almost as curious about her as I am, and it seems like he wants to see how things play out. That said, he did tell me that if it became public knowledge that Celestine was a Fell Born, he'd rally the whole court to wipe us all out of existence." Tristan finished with a grim smirk.



Nefas shuddered in annoyance. "Lunacy has become a rampant disease apparently since my forced departure from our culture..."



Tristan chuckled, despite the increasingly annoyed glare from his companion. "Oh don't look at me like that. That was funny!" Tristan tried, and after a moment Nefas let out a long slow breath, as he began to accept the situation as it was. Yet Tristan did not miss one set of Nefas's eyes drifting towards Celestine, his thought process painfully clear...



Before Nefas could act, Tristan had put himself between him and Celestine, and shed his mortal form to take on his demonic aspect, a fell bloody glow surrounding his body. "Don't Nefas..." Tristan warned, his voice low and cool.



"Don't what, my Lord?" Nefas asked with no emotional inflection at all.



"Don't even think about killing her Nefas... I know you would do it in an attempt to save me, even if it meant your death. You are that sort of parent after all, and it wouldn't be the first time you've risked your life for what you thought was best for me. But I can't let you kill her. I've invested too much into her to just give up on her now." Tristan explained.



Nefas frowned lightly before replying again. "It is illogical to allow her to continue to exist. Her very presence poses a danger to our kind, and more importantly, to you. I know you have become intrigued by her, but there are other females in this world that I'm sure will catch your attention." Nefas explained, in a completely reasonable manner.



"If only it were that easy." Tristan began. "I can't pull away now Nefas... it's too late for anything like that. The siren's song of her soul has gotten its claws in deep, and for better or worse I'll see this out to the end."



"For what reason? What is your end game my Lord? If you wish to consume her soul then simply do it and be done with it..." Nefas tried worriedly.



"I do wish to feast upon her soul Nefas, I won't deny that. But I'll only do so when it is properly ripe for such an occasion, and that is only part of my plans for her." Tristan explained vaguely.



Nefas swayed lightly as he tried to process Tristan's thought process again, but grumbled as he came up with an equal amount of failure. "In the end, my objections are unimportant. You are the Lord, not I. What would my Lord have me do?" Nefas asked simply, though Tristan could hear his caretaker's loyalty shining through his grim response.



Smiling lightly, Tristan spoke up, explaining the immediate situation. "Well, honestly we've just come from what was some rather fantastic sex but unfortunately, it seems I've gone and cum inside her... and not just a little." Tristan explained, apparently slightly embarrassed.



Nefas however was confused. "And what of it? All lust demons, yourself included, can control their fertility, or in your case virility. Given that you wish to keep her alive and well, it is unlikely that you would choose to impregnate her."



Tristan sighed and scratched his head. "I don't know why, but Celestine seems to rob me of that power... Hell, she robs me of almost all control when we are in the bed together, and even a little when we are just near one another. Obviously being pregnant with a hybrid would either kill her or worse, so I need you to find it and remove it..."



Nefas blinked with several of his eyes before looking to her. "You engaged in intercourse with her, fully aware that she puts a strain on your ability to control yourself?" Nefas asked bluntly.



Tristan chuckled a bit. "In my defence, she did tempt me." Nefas rolled his eyes in response before beginning to move Celestine gently to gain greater access. But before he got too far Tristan spoke up. "Use only biological and chemical process Nefas... Her abilities as a Fell Born are triggered by demonic powers being used on her, and I don't want you to become affected by her abilities... It's... Messy...."



Nefas nodded lightly. "The warning is appreciated." He said before turning back to his work. In just a few seconds Nefas was busy at work, poking and prodding Celestine gently, and various appendages began to reach into her, even going so far as to start taking blood samples. In moments, Nefas was hooked up to Celestine in a half dozen different ways, measuring everything he could without using his demonic powers.



Tristan stepped back and watched Nefas work, his mind wandering back to Celestine and when he somehow resisted the urge to consume her soul... A part of him desperately wanted too of course, that much was obvious. But he knew she wasn't ready. Not yet anyway. Yes, at that moment Celestine was lost to her carnal lust, and yes, she was exalting in his domination over her, but everything that led to that moment, everything that came before, she did it for other reasons... He had thought she acted solely for her own pleasure, at least at first, but the truth of it was that whatever her demands of him were, they not for the sake of pure unrestricted pleasure. She had an ulterior motive, and that broke the deal...



Never mind the fact that she didn't have the third mark yet...



But before he could continue to ponder the situation, his train of thought was interrupted when Nefas spoke up. "Perplexing. Lord, who is responsible for these modifications on this female?"



Tristan frowned and looked up To Nefas as he hung over Celestine. "Modifications? What are you talking about? Celestine has never been modified. She's never been away from me long enough for something like that to even happen."



Nefas frowned deeply before looking to Celestine again. "No. Mortal must have been modified at some point. Changes in biological structure have taken place."



"What?!" Tristan asked, surprised. "How? She hasn't been out of the mansion in days."



Nefas shrugged with all his limbs. "Modifications appear to be more than a few days old. However the work was very expertly done, and looks completely natural. I have no way of knowing how old they truly are or who could have done this."



"What sort of changes are they Nefas? Maybe that will provide some clue as to who is responsible." Tristan suggested, still unsure how such changes could have been made to her without him knowing about it, let alone without Celestine ever being aware of them.



Nefas blinked, but answered. "Several organs have either improved their efficiency or changed their function completely. The chemical make up of her blood coincides with that assessment as well. Furth-"



Tristan cut him off. "Stop. Her organs are different than they should be? Is her heart going to stop being her heart and give out or something?!" Tristan asked forcefully, worried that Celestine's body was about to fail.



Nefas blinked again but shook his head in the negative. "No. The majority of her core organs are largely unaffected. If anything, they have become slightly more efficient. Rather I was referring largely to her reproductive organs."



Tristan cocked his head, clearly confused. "Has the pregnancy already begun to affect her somehow?"



"Negative, though it should be noted that she is not pregnant at all, so it is impossible for that to have an effect on her." Nefas explained with utter calm.



Tristan went from confused to being stunned. "How could she not be pregnant?" He asked almost indignantly. "I know what happened Nefas! I had no control over myself earlier."



Nefas nodded. "I am not discounting that my Lord. Samples taken from her do not put your virility into question. You are perfectly capable of reproduction."



"Than how?!" Tristan asked impatiently.



"Because this mortal female is barren." Nefas replied patiently.



That hit Tristan like a brick, and made him step back for a moment. "Wait... what? Celestine's a picture of health, how the hell would she be barren?" Tristan numbly tried to ask. Was he relieved that there wasn't a soul eating half breed growing inside her? Sure... but that didn't mean he wanted this.



"Unknown. But it is clear to me that her womb is not meant to allow for reproduction. However, it is meant to create the illusion of a normally operating womb and ovaries. From what I can see, this mortal goes through cycles that are meant to mimic menstrual cycles, though I would speculate that they are far less severe for her then other mortal women. In all likelihood she never knew about her inability to reproduce." Nefas elaborated.



"So what... her womb just can't bear a child, even though it puts on a show of making everything seem like it is working fine?" Tristan asked, clearly confused why anyone would make such a change in her.



"Partially correct my Lord. But before I continue my explanation, I assumed that you infused your seed with your demonic essence when you were inseminating her. Is that correct?" Nefas proposed.



Tristan blinked once, realizing how awkward this conversation actually was. "Well of course I did. Almost all lust demons do something like that after all. It makes our various fluids addictive to the receiving party after all. For me it's my semen, for succubi it's often their pussy juice, saliva or even breast milk. It is hardly abnormal."



Nefas nodded lightly. "Then my assumptions are correct... My Lord, as far as I could determine, none of your demonic energies were present in the samples of your semen that I took from her. As you're aware, most creatures are capable of absorbing demonic essence, hence why they can become addicted to it. However, there should be some traces of it left in the samples I took from her, but there aren't. This leads me to believe that her womb, and indeed possibly her whole body, is more capable of absorbing demonic energies than any life form I've ever encountered before. Even other demons would leave some trace after absorbing the essence of another demon, but with her there is none."



Tristan frowned and looked down to Celestine again, wondering why she would have such a unique trait. "... These modifications that you've seen, you say you don't know how old they are, could they actually be natural? Could it be that this was simply the way she was born?" Tristan asked, forcing himself to keep calm.



Nefas looked her over once before looking back to Tristan. "If I did not know about her unique nature as a Fell Born, I would say no... But with that factor included in my consideration, I cannot give a definite answer." He answered frankly.



Tristan nodded lightly before wrapping Celestine back up in the housecoat, and took the time to resume his mortal form, wrapping the shreds of his own housecoat around his waist. "I understand Nefas. Regardless, my immediate concerns have been seen too, and that means she does not need to stay down here any further." Tristan began, scooping Celestine up gently before he began to make his way out.



"What of her unique traits?" Nefas asked, wondering if his Lord would simply just ignore them.



"They are unimportant for now." Tristan replied calmly. But just as he was about to leave the chamber he turned back to Nefas and smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, for everything." He said honestly.



Nefas shook his body at Tristan, signalling his thanks were unnecessary. "As ever you thank me needlessly. I serve you child. From the moment I first held you I knew that would be the reality of my existence from that moment on. So all I do, I do because I long to serve you in any way I can. Being free to do so is all the thanks I will ever need."



Tristan nodded lightly before speaking up again. "You once told me, that the moment you looked upon me, you sensed something special in me... Something you had never seen before in any other child. It was that something that led you abandon your duties and reason for living, and save only me during the Nephilim Purge, all those years ago... Well, I see something special in her Nefas, and just like you I'm following it through to its end... no matter what that end may be."



"Then who am I to stop you? Go now child, follow the path your whims lay for you. I shall always be here to support you however I can." Nefas finished, before he began to withdraw himself, disappearing into the walls and out of sight.



Tristan found himself smiling, proud of the fact that despite the two of them being so utterly different, that he was similar to the entity that raised him in at least one small way.

