TITLE    : Demonic Submission Ch. 37
STORYID  : demonic-submission-ch-37
SUMMARY  : Navira comes to Collect Celestine.
AUTHOR   : TheLastChaosLord@lit
DATE     : 2014-01-15
CATEGORY : non-human-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |demon|incubus|succubus|blowjob|cream pie|


<em>Hello again all! Sorry for the long wait, but as you're all aware, Christmas season and all that. I've been working on this chapter for quite some time (even before Christmas) but I've not had a lot of time for it so it took longer than normal (plus its 48 pages long).</em>



<em>I know there have been some comments saying that my story is stretching on and on, but as much as I understand how you might feel, I have no intentions at all of compromising my story for the sake of shortening it just to get to the end. I said very early on that I'm wordy as hell. It's just how I write, so I hope you can endure it.</em>



<em>This chapter is almost entirely about Celestine preparing and ultimately being picked up by Navira and how they spend their time traveling towards her home. It also touches on the Nephilim for a while and their continued investigation. I really do wish I could include them more often in the story, but unfortunately they are not the main caste, even though I really like them. That said I can't just ditch them as they're important later on.</em>



<em>I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! As always, I'm open to constructive comments and criticism.</em>



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"Talk!" Blake snapped gruffly, before thrusting the talisman against the demons flesh once again, making the creature grunt in pain as a sickly greenish smoke hissed out from the point of contact. A moment later Blake pulled the talisman away and began to walk around the demon, held down and helpless. "Tell us where she is!" Blake demanded again before pressing the simple stone tile upon the demon's brow, triggering a new wave of reluctant pain. Yet after long moments the demon still didn't speak up, apparently too tight lipped to let anything slip.



"It would be our luck that we caught a damn pride demon..." The Rookie commented dryly from the corner of the cold room, shadowed by the single light that arced down upon the demon.



Blake grunted in agreement setting the talisman and the picture of Celestine Carrigan aside for now. The Rookie was, unfortunately, quite right. Pride demons were notoriously tight lipped, often because they thought themselves above ever submitting to 'lesser creatures'. But the fact that they were holding him at all was a small miracle. Darass had managed to incapacitate him rather than simply relieve him of his head, as the Stalker of their group often would with targets like the demon in front of Blake, who was currently nailed down to the metal slab in front of him with blessed silver nails.



However, being here at all had only been because of a lucky break. While wrapping up the case concerning Helena Variess, the Rookie had the idea to check traffic cams in the surrounding area for any signs of demonic activity. Instead, all she found was a single rented van, that had been moving through the area, and it hadn't even come close to the house where the body had been dumped. But then that was part of the clue as well; as somewhere along the line between two cameras, the van simply stopped following the road. If it had, the van would have shown up again at the next camera after a little while, but instead, it could be seen driving back the way it came about twenty minutes later, having turned around somewhere along a two way street.



As it turned out, the van was rented from a rental dealership in a nearby town. Given that it was their only lead, Blake and the Rookie came to check it out while the Nephilim stayed behind to watch the city. But almost as soon as they got there, Blake had called for the three of them to join them.



Apparently, the local sheriff's office was disinclined to acknowledge the authority that came with being from the SIT, and were not willing to assist them with looking into the situation, claiming that Blake didn't have enough evidence to go snooping around. Legally, they were right of course, they didn't have a warrant so it wasn't like they could force the rental company to hand over their records. But that wouldn't have stopped them from just asking questions, or at least trying to. Yet at the very mention of Blake and the Rookie trying to investigate without the sheriff's help or consent nearly got them run out of town. And so, just out of town, Blake and the Rookie waited several hours until Milana and the others caught up with them.



But as soon as they tried to head back in, the welcome wagon showed up... Several semi trailer trucks forced Blake's vehicle off the road, only to be followed by a half dozen lesser demons piling out of the trailer. Unfortunately for them, six lesser demons were more or less chaff before the scythe when faced with four Nephilim, and to say that it was an actual fight would be insulting to his semi-divine companions. That said they were able to capture one of the demons in question, and after some not so gentle prodding, found out quite a bit about this not so quiet town...



As it turned out, it was sort of a middle ground between the territories of two Demonic Lords, one by the name of Durial, and the other by the name of Navira. Apparently the two were quasi allies, and more or less shared this town and the people that lived in it. As such, demons from both sides resided there, and had their claws deep in the mortals that lived there. Than again, the demon they held captive was little more than a goon, and didn't have much else in terms of information other than a few bits of information on the local ruling lesser noble, Cappallan.



"Look... Cappallan, you're beginning to wear on my already frayed nerves, so unless you want me to make you swallow my little toy here..." Blake threatened as he held up the talisman over the pride demon's face. "I'd recommend talking."



Yet Cappallan only grinned up at Blake. "Do you really think I'd lower myself to betray my kind to a pitiful creature such as you? Pain means nothing compared to pride you sad little mortal." Cappallan replied, as if Blake's threats did little more than amuse him.



Blake was about to reply when a knocking on the door sounded, drawing his attention away for a second. Glancing back at Cappallan, Blake spoke up calmly. "Hold on just a second." He said before laying the talisman on Cappallan's bare chest, letting the holy symbol seer his flesh while he dealt with what was going on outside.



The moment he was out the door, Blake realized he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear, as Hera, Milana and Darass were all waiting for him. Each of them was smeared with blood of various colors, as the three of them had spent the last several hours sweeping the town, and exterminating every demon they could find. Still, each of them was looking past him to the door he had just come through, where the sounds of pained grunting could be heard. "... You're going to ask me to stop interrogating him, aren't you?" Blake asked coolly, fully aware what the answer was going to be.



"You're torturing him Thomas..." Milana replied gently. "I know we need the information, but this is below you."



"Look, I know you hate it, but we're running out of time. You yourself said the last hiccup from the Fell Born only showed that it was growing even stronger. How much longer until it finally just rips itself free?" Blake asked.



"Technically, it'll only become strong enough to draw demons it needs in order to trigger its transformation, it can't actually break free on its own." Milana corrected lightly. "But you are right. We don't have time, but..." She glanced to her siblings with blind eyes and then back to him. "Maybe we can find another way to make him talk? Your methods don't seem to be working, and I worry about the trauma it's causing you. I know doing this isn't something you enjoy. In fact I know you hate it, but you're doing it because you feel pressed and because you haven't slept well in days. You're doing it for us, because you don't think we should have to lower ourselves to something like this..."



Blake fought the urge to lose his shit on her. As much as she might have been right, he certainly didn't need to be reminded of it. However before he could respond, Dominace came in through the front door of the morgue they were currently occupying, dragging something wrapped up in garbage bags. "Where is the noble?" He asked bluntly, even as his package groaned and squirmed...



Blake frowned but pointed back through the door, which Dominace promptly dragged his parcel through. Not wanting to be left out, Blake followed, while Hera moved to watch at the doorway, offering Milana her hand so that her sister and the Oracle of their choir could barrow her eyes as they watched Dominace work. A moment more and he had a chair facing the steel slab, and sat his captive down in it before tilting the table so that Cappallan could see.



"What? Is this my dinner?" Cappallan asked with a sneer, which was promptly wiped off his face as Dominace back handed him hard enough to send teeth scattering across the floor.



"Quite." He demanded coldly before pulling the bags off his captive. Like Cappallan, it was another demon, and like him, this demon was held largely still by several more silver nails. Unlike Cappallan however, the nails were not driven into a steel table, but rather through the demons arms and into its body, where they would curve one way or another and end up punching through the demon's flesh again, acting like gruesome meat hooks. One was even stuffed in through the bottom of his chin, stabbing up and through his mouth to prevent him from speaking...



It was apparent at a glance that Dominace's captive was bleeding badly from the nails used to keep him relatively still, and it was also readily apparent that he was in a great deal of pain. "This is, in fact, not your dinner. It is you're offspring." Dominace explained bluntly.



Frowning lightly, the Rookie spoke up. "I know why that would work for a human or something like that... but I thought demons didn't care about that sort of thing?"



"They normally wouldn't." Dominace replied. "But a little bird told me that Cappallan happens to have a soft spot for his boy ..." Dominace explained. "Seems that Cappallan here savours the pride parents feel for their children more then anything else, especially when it becomes hyper-competitive. It also seems like he has a great deal of pride in his own child as well. So..." he paused to glance to the now silent and still Cappallan. "You're going to tell us what we want to know or the least painful thing I'm going to do to your child tonight is castrate him." Dominace explained as he summoned his spear, letting it hit the ground with a ringing metallic thud...



Yet Cappallan wasn't blind, and saw the hesitant surprise in the faces of the other Nephilim and of the humans. "I know you're kind. You don't have the stomach for such th-"



Cappallan was cut off by the sound of his son's screaming, as Dominace's spear punched into his crotch and out the bottom of the stainless steel chair. "Please keep stalling." Dominace requested with a bitterness that surprised everyone. "I hardly got to enjoy myself with the rest of your cronies..." The worrying thing was that it was fairly apparent that Dominace wasn't just saying that to be intimidating. The amount of blood that stained on his apparel suggested he hadn't killed his targets cleanly...



Yet despite his warnings, Cappallan didn't buckle, though it was obvious that Dominace's actions were having an effect. "Wretched cur! I won't break to you! One day your pathetic race will be nothing more than an extinct memory, and my kind will reign sup-"



The sound of Dominace's spear driving into the top of the younger demon's knee cut Cappallan off, and all he could do was just stare as Dominace drove his weapon down through the knee and into the lower leg, splitting it with gruesome purpose. It was obvious that Dominace was taking his time with the obviously excruciating action, and while Cappallan's child didn't break down at first, it only took a few moments before he began to scream, his ruined maw unable to form proper words, even as it was obvious that he was screaming for his father to help him...



It was that sound that seemed to finish Cappallan, and he visibly sagged before he finally spoke up again, his voice horse and broken. "S-...stop. I'll tell you what I know."



Dominace paused pressing his spear further down, but before he could speak up, Blake stepped in, trying very hard not to scowl at Dominace. The fact that he was capable of such a thing was concerning. As far as Blake knew, Nephilim were not supposed to be capable of such brutality. They were suppose to be clean and concise... Regardless, he looked to Cappallan, and held out the picture of Celestine again. "Have you seen this woman before?"



"Yes." Cappallan replied lowly, not adding more than the barest of answers.



"Do you know where she is being held?" Blake continued, trying to ignore the agonized wheezing that came from behind him.



"No, I do not." Cappallan replied simply.



Blake ground his teeth but pressed on. "Do you know who is holding her? If so, tell me."



Cappallan grimaced, as the last few vestiges of his pride faltered. "Lord Durial... He is a Lord of Lust..."



"Where does he shack up?" Blake asked coldly. Durial was not a name he had heard before today, but if he was a lord of lust, it was bad news for Celestine. Out of all the vices, only wrath was perhaps more infectious, though lust could be far more subtle.



"I don't know. Demon lords tend to keep their address out of the phone book." Cappallan replied spitefully.



Which bought his son a destroyed leg, as Dominace forced the point of his spear through the son's foot, making it look like some horrid log being split for bloody firewood. For a moment the destroyed portion of bone and meat stood upright, but soon enough it fell sideways, before it stopped, half fallen over, hanging by a few strands of stretching muscle and skin. The child's howling resurged again, his demonic body acting as a curse and keeping him awake and aware, where a human body would have passed out from shock long ago...



"North!" Cappallan cried out. "He's near the city to the North. South is Navira's territory, and I think he lives somewhere near the city rather than in it!" Blake was about to keep asking questions, but Cappallan frowned. "Wait? What are you doing? I'm answering your questions!"



Blake turned back to see Dominace levelling his spear about the younger demon's opposite knee, about to press the point down. "Your answers are woefully unspecific..." He replied coldly.



"But that's all I know!" Cappallan screamed desperately.



Dominace glanced back to him, his features unmoved and uncaring. "How unfortunate." He declared bluntly before he began to press his spear down again, repeating the process all over again.



"Dominace, Enough!" Milana demanded as she stepped into the chamber, her voice stern enough to give the larger warrior pause.



"He isn't telling us everything." Dominace replied, trying to justify his actions.



"That much is obvious." She replied instantly. "But not nearly as obvious as the fact that you care more about hurting that demon than you do about our goals." She approached him and even behind the blindfold that hid her eyes, it was apparent she was looking at him with great concern. "Your grief is making you stray Dominace... Please..." She began as she laid her hand upon his chest. "Come back to the path."



Dominace's face flashed a number of emotions, from anger and confusion to realization and shame. But ultimately he dismissed his weapon and looked to Milana. "I... I am sorry. I'll stand watch outside in case we missed any of the other demons in our sweep." Dominace answered as he took his leave, not looking back.



Yet as he disappeared from sight, Cappallan began to chuckle. "See? You're kind are weak! Unable to do what is necessary! Unable to get what you need! You are all doomed!"



Milana grit her teeth as she heard his words, fully aware that while their righteousness was their greatest strength, it was also an obvious weakness to be exploited. Yet as she pondered how to respond, Blake stepped up again and smiled to Cappallan. "They might not be able to get what we need... But I can." He replied darkly. "Unlike them, we humans are imperfect. But before you even say it, don't think that puts us below you. Imperfect as we may be, we'll still be a hell of a lot better off than you and your kind if what is coming isn't stopped soon, before it becomes too much too stop." Blake explained as he took out a cigarette and began to fiddle with some matches.



Cappallan simply snorted. "For a moment there I thought you actually had something up your sleeve. Some means to pry the information that you seek from me, but it's painfully obvious that you're just trying to scare me into divulging more inf-"



"I'm sure you've heard of Fell Born." Blake interrupted him flatly, before pausing just long enough to look at Cappallan's eyes, seeing surprise shining there.



"I... have. They are but myths to us. Not utterly unlike the human boogieman." Cappallan composed himself as he spoke, his tone becoming mocking by the end.



But Blake ignored that and pressed on. "Correct me if I'm wrong, because I can't claim that I know your lore all that well, but a Fell Born can drive demons insane, and destroy them completely with black flames... Right?"



Cappallan's features became more suspicious but he responded regardless. "Correct. But they are nothing more than a myth. The last case anyone claims to have seen one was during the witch hunts, late in the seventeenth century. And even that has no real evidence behind it."



Blake nodded slowly before holding up the picture of Celestine again. "Tell me something... Do you think we came here for you?"



Cappallan scoffed. "Of course you came here for me. Somehow you learned of our activities here and came to root us out."



"Wrong." Blake answered simply. "I had no idea you were here this morning. Today was the first time I've ever heard your name, and it's the first time I knew that there were so many demons lurking here. Honestly, we came here chasing a rental van, hoping to catch one, <em>maybe</em> two demons who might know who rented the van out. We were just following a lead, all because it has something to do with this woman." Blake explained, shaking the picture again to draw Cappallan's attention. "This woman is a Fell Born." Blake announced simply, pleased to see Cappallan take note before his features began to go from confused to almost lost to panic. "Here's the really scary part though: her human form is only stage one of her life cycle... Soon enough, she's going to become something else entirely... Some dark aspect of annihilation that will lay waste to everything and everyone it comes across. It'll kill anything capable of sin." Blake explained honestly. "So you can probably understand why a pack of lesser demons is not high on my priority list, when it feels like the fourth horseman is just over the horizon." Blake finished frankly, hoping that their shared interests would get Cappallan to talk.



"You're... you're lying... there's no way something like that could exist without us knowing about it!" Cappallan tried, clearly fighting the fear that gnawed at him.



Blake shook his head slowly. "How could you know about it, if there aren't any survivors to tell the story? This thing would go after every demon within its reach, giving no one a chance to escape... biggest concentrations of sin after all. But then it won't stop there. It'll kill every human within reach as well. The fact that we know about it at all is a small miracle in of itself. And if we don't stop the girl before she transforms, we are all screwed. Nothing on this planet would likely be able to kill this thing... Nothing."



It took long moments for Cappallan to speak, and he even glanced to his ruined child, still just barely alive. "I... I was honest. I only know that Durial lives near the city, but I do know she is in his care. He treats her like a servant, and has even marked her twice over. I am the one who lent the van to him, but there isn't any money trail to follow. One of his men simply came and picked it up in return for a favour they did for me a while back. However, I do know he has a hand in most of the sex trade in that area. If you follow the links up the ladder you might be able to find him... But be wary in your search for him. If he finds out someone is looking for him, he may disappear, or, far more likely, he'll come looking for you." Cappallan explained. It was obvious that he didn't fully trust Blake, but that didn't matter. The risk of a Fell Born seemed to trigger an almost instinctual fear in Cappallan. One that needed to be addressed.

<hr pg="2" />"Is there anything else we need to be aware of?" Blake asked as he moved off a little, not missing the fact that Milana was summoning her own weapon, a heavy flanged mace...



"Durial has powerful bodyguards... Rena, a wrath demon, and Claude, a pride demon. If they are with him, your four Nephilim will not be able to overpower him. Even without them, they still might not manage. He bears a weapon called the <em>Torment</em>, Powerful and ancient." Cappallan explained weakly.



Hera glanced to Darass, giving him a knowing look. The Torment was well known, even amongst the Nephilim for being a potent weapon. It was less of a threat against the heavily armoured warriors, but to the lighter Stalkers, the agony it could inflict could be deadly. Still, she glanced back to Blake as he continued. "Anything else?"



"No... That is all I know that might be useful..." Cappallan replied, realizing what was coming next. "Now be done with it wretch... Let me face the end with some pride at least."



Blake couldn't help but chuckle before he pushed away and nodded to Milana, who stepped into the light shining from overhead, mace held high, before she swung down with all her might, crushing Cappallan's skull and stilling him forever. A moment more, and she turned to his child, having at least given Cappallan the mercy of not having to watch his son die, even as the wretched creature seemed utterly unmoved by its parent's death...



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With the town purged, Milana went to work disposing of the bodies they had collected, setting them aflame with holy fire. It wasn't a useful means of killing the demons, but it was handy in disposing of them, as it only left fine ashes behind, easily scattered by the wind. Still, she suspected the town would be scarred by what happened here... Many of the demons had been masquerading as members of their community, and their mass disappearance wouldn't help things. Worse still was the fact that many of their servants still lived amongst the normal humans. Any marks they might have bore would fade of course, but she knew it was unlikely that many would repent whole heartedly. Even without their masters, they might continue on with their evil works. But then the actions of humans were not her preview, and she had her own works to conduct.



Turning to Dominace, she approached him slowly, even as he watched the demons burn in the flames, which spread to consume even the blood that pooled around the corpse mound. Yet before she spoke, Dominace did, glancing to her simply. "Thank you, for stopping me."



Milana nodded and moved up along side him, not saying anything at first. However, eventually she did speak up, reluctant to do so, but forcing herself nonetheless. "You have strayed from the path twice now Dominace... I know your grief is powerful and dark, but you must resist it. For I fear you may not return to us if you stray again." He didn't respond to her words, and instead stared into the flames as if he found some solace there. "Very few of us have ever lost both their siblings and survived to continue on, so I cannot even begin to fathom your pain, but you must push on Dominace."



"I know." He replied calmly. "The war is not yet over, and there is still much to be done." He finished, before turning away and heading back to the others. Blake and Laura were already getting ready to head out, not wanting to be around when the sun came up and people started asking questions about what had happened.



Milana knew that Dominace was right, unfortunately, she also knew that no matter what any of them did, none of them would see the end of the long unending war between the Nephilim and the demons. It had started since before human history, and she knew it would rage on long after all of them were gone, slain either by some great demonic power, or simply laid low by a lucky blow. Still they fought, because the threat still existed and humanity needed to be protected.



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"It was a spectral message." Tristan explained, as Celestine sat opposite of him in his study. "She prefers to use them instead of the phone, claims it has 'greater impact' or something like that."



"I would say she's right." Celestine replied, having calmed down some after her encounter with Navira. "It was startling, being snuck up on like that. Usually I can sense someone approaching me." Celestine added as she pondered what she was going to do. "But it doesn't matter I suppose. Can we push this off any further? The idea of being in Navira's hands is not something I think I'm exactly ready for."



Tristan sighed lightly before shaking his head grimly. "If it were any other demon, I'd say there was a chance, but with Navira? Impossible. The fact that we've made her wait this long is astonishing. I frankly expected her some time ago, as she is hardly known for her patience. I can't get out of this debt Celestine. I know you won't like it, but you'll have to manage."



Celestine frowned. "That's all I get? A 'you'll have to manage'?" Celestine asked, clearly annoyed. "Look... I get that you've worked hard on reducing my stay with her, but surely you can tell me something to keep an eye out for? You probably know her better than anyone else in the world, so please tell me something! Anything to help me prepare myself!"



"I will Celestine." Tristan assured soothingly, holding his hand out to help her calm down.



"Sorry... it's just..." Celestine worried at her lower lip. She didn't like this, and for a wide range of reasons. Not the least of which would be have to trust Navira not to try and tear her mind apart. But even beyond all the rational reasons for not wanting to go, Celestine hated the idea of being sent away from here: from Rena and Markus and, loath as she was to admit it, Tristan. "I just don't like this idea very much. But I suppose that doesn't matter."



Tristan nodded before beginning, trying to think of what to convey first. "Alright... Well, the most important thing you should know is that Navira is fickle. She's just as likely to make a reward into a punishment, as she is shower you in prizes far exceeding anything that she sees that you've earned. As such, you should keep aware at all times Celestine. Don't let her get the drop on you if you can help it. If it does happen, don't be discouraged. Navira is wily and loves to prank others, but she isn't overly cruel."



"For a demon anyway." Celestine added, unable to keep herself from giving a worried smile.



"For a demon, yes..." Tristan replied, realizing that such words weren't terribly reassuring. Regardless, he pushed on. "Something else you need to be aware of. She will try and seduce you. She'll try and make you want and love her, to the point where you'd do just about anything to make her happy. I know it sounds impossible, but Navira is perfectly capable of taking on any role in order to fool others. Powerful and dominate, or shy and innocent, she can be either and anything in between." Tristan elaborated.



Celestine frowned lightly. "Then... who is she really? Who is the real Navira?"



Tristan smiled apologetically. "Both, and neither. I know it's confusing, but Navira is capable of sensing what a person wants most in a partner, and instinctually shifts her personality to match that imagined ideal partner. There are limits to this ability of course, but in almost any situation she can tailor herself to meet the desires of those she aims to seduce. But if I had to answer, I'd say Navira is someone who is constantly searching for excitement and distraction. She loves prying into peoples desires, exposing them, and then fulfilling them, even if the individual in question knows that it's best not to indulge in whatever dark fantasy they might have. Ultimately, she is a seductress, and is willing to entertain herself using the skills that come with such a title, usually at the expense of others." Tristan explained.



"She's similar to you in a way I suppose." Celestine allowed, taking some comfort in that.



"True." Tristan admitted. "Though there are a few key differences, the most important amongst them is that while she changes to suit the individual, I try and change the individual to suit me. We've debated which way is better for a long time now, and neither of us have managed to convince the other just yet. Regardless of that though, you shouldn't expect her to act one way or another."



Celestine nodded. "What should I expect her to do with me? I mean... she doesn't expect me to just stand around and look pretty does she?"



"I have no idea." Tristan replied honestly. "The sad thing is, with Navira, her only plan could very well be just to look at you. Which brings me to something else you need to know: She's gong to try and turn you into one of her dolls. I know she's said she won't try and break you, but she honestly can't help it. On the other hand, her promise means she won't be trying so hard, and that will afford you the opportunity to prove that you aren't a doll, and that you will never be a doll." Tristan explained firmly.



Celestine smiled lightly. "What? My defiant personality isn't enough for that?" She asked jokingly.



"No." Tristan replied with no hesitation at all. "If anything you might want to measure your responses. You wouldn't be the first doll of Navira's that is nothing but defiant. Even now I think she has a plaything that is brash and aggressive, that openly seems to resent her at every turn. Unfortunately for him, that's exactly what she wants him to do, and he's more than happy to do it. Worse though is that I don't think he even realizes what he is, and he couldn't be anything else anymore. His responses have become programmed, and while he might still think and feel, he's nothing more than a very complex doll." Tristan assured frankly.



Celestine frowned and nodded lightly. "Alright. I'll keep that in mind. From the sounds of it, the best way to defend myself against her is to <em>not</em> be myself. To be just a little off center..." Celestine pondered aloud.



"I'd say so yes, but I've never tried to prepare someone to defend themselves against Navira before, so there isn't much more that I can say in that regard." Tristan said as he stood, moving around his desk to stand near her.



Celestine looked up to him and nodded lightly. "It's alright. I mean... I knew this day was coming regardless of what I wanted, so I'll have to make do." She stood then and looked to him once again. "I should go start packing. If I don't do it now, I might not have enough time in the morning to do so." Celestine explained as she turned away, heading out towards the hall.



But just before she left his chamber, Tristan spoke up again, his words giving her pause. "Do you remember what Rena said after court? What she said I would do if Navira did somehow manage to break you?" He asked sincerely.



Celestine glanced back and cocked her head lightly at him. "She said that you would want me anyway... That you'd take me back and try and fix me." Celestine responded softly, a note of uncertainty hanging in her voice.



"She was right." Tristan replied honestly. "But there would be no 'trying'. I would bring you back, no matter the cost."



A sense of pleased satisfaction ran through her as she heard his words, and she found herself smiling lightly in response. "Thank you for the sentiment, but I think it's misplaced. I don't plan on letting that demoness break me Tristan. I'll fight, and I won't let myself be broken down by her."



Tristan found himself smiling at her words, as they stoked the coals of his lust. She meant every word of that... She took his worry and looked at it like it was utterly unneeded. Was she worried about herself? Sure she was. But she wasn't going to let that fear overwhelm her. She was going to face Navira head on, despite the dangers. Or maybe it was because of the danger Navira presented that she would press on. Whatever her reasons, Tristan found himself impressed at her steadfastness, and it was a fight not to simply lay her out on his desk and take her again. But she did not have the time. What time she didn't spend packing, should have been spent resting. She would need it after all...



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Celestine got back to her chambers, only to find Tamana waiting for her there. "Not that I mind, but what are you doing here Tamana? I figured you'd either already be in bed or still watching Ella." She posed curiously, even as she made her way to the closet to grab her suitcase.



"Ella has gone to bed already. I'm keeping an eye on her dreams, but so far, nothing worth talking about. I did however get the chance to snoop around her chambers. From the looks of it, she isn't hiding anything special so far. But I'll keep an eye out for anything weird." Tamana explained as she sat on Celestine's bed, her legs hanging over the edge as she gave her report.



Celestine nodded as she exited her closet and set the two bags out. "Thanks for filling me in. You should know I won't be around for the next three days, but I'd like you to keep up the surveillance on Ella. I won't be around because Navira's coming to collect her debts and I'm the payment."



Tamana nodded. "I remember. I was nearby when Lord Durial and Navira hammered out the deal during Court. You want me to let Salana know as well?"



"Yes please." Celestine replied simply. It was then that it dawned on her that so far, only Tamana, Tristan and her knew what was going on. "Could you do me another favour before you turn in tonight? I'd like to speak with Markus, but I need to stay here and pack. Could you go ask him to join me please?"



Tamana giggled lightly. "What? You wanna kiss your boyfriend goodbye or something?"



But Celestine only grinned back at the short demoness. "Or something." She said suggestively, clearly not surprised by Tamana's attempt to embarrass her. Tamana rolled her eyes before getting up and heading off to find Markus, leaving Celestine to pack.



However, in only a few short minutes, Celestine felt Markus's presence closing quickly, as if he were rushing at top speed. Glancing over her shoulder, Celestine found him in her doorway, panting lightly as he looked to her worriedly. "What's going on? What's this nonsense about you going to serve another demon lord?" He asked worriedly.



Celestine sighed, annoyed that Tamana had told him anything at all. She turned to him and moved to meet him as he came further into her bedroom. "It's okay Markus. I knew this was coming sooner or later so please don't freak out."



"And how exactly should I be reacting Celestine?" Markus asked firmly. "Because right now I feel like worry and anger are appropriate."



Celestine lightly rested her hand upon his chest before she continued. "I know you're upset, and I understand why you would feel that way. But you need to accept the fact that I'm going. You also need to accept the fact that I'll be coming back too." Celestine assured gently.



Markus shook his head. "How can we trust this other demon not to do something horrible to you? For all we know this is just some part of an elaborate scheme put on by Durial to work you down somehow."



Celestine shrugged. "You're right. It could be. I doubt it is, but I suppose it's possible. But then that doesn't really matter now does it?" She asked simply.



"How could it not matter?!" Markus asked, his anger flaring for a moment.



"Because it is going to happen whether I want it to or not." Celestine responded bluntly. "It isn't like I can stop Durial from handing me over to Navira. Plus, I don't think Durial wants this to happen any more than you or I. It's a result of a debt, nothing more. A debt he's helping to pay himself. I would be in her hands for a month if not for what he's doing to make up the difference."



Markus blinked, apparently perplexed by her words. "And what exactly is he doing that's making up the difference? If he's paying most of it, why not pay the debt entirely on his own, instead of involving you?"



Celestine bit back the angry words that tried to fly from her lips. Markus's reaction wasn't unreasonable after all. "Look, it's complicated, and it isn't something I can really get into any detail about, but suffice it to say, without his help, I'd be screwed right now."



"Without his <em>help</em> you wouldn't even be in this situation." Markus pointed out frankly.



"And without his help, I would have never met you either." Celestine pointed out quickly, a slight smile upon her lips.



Markus blinked at her words and a smile nearly formed on his lips, but he fought it down, and forced himself to remain angry. "Three days or thirty, it doesn't matter! You still end up at the mercy of another Demon Lord, who we know nothing about!"



"I know she's an old companion to Durial, and I know she'll more or less keep her word to him. She swore that she wouldn't do me significant harm, and I think she'll keep her word to Durial. They were too close for the two of them to just start blatantly lying to each other." Celestine tried explaining.



"They are demons Celestine!" Markus replied firmly. "They don't keep promises! The only reason they make them is to break them later! I swear this whole thing is absurd! You can't trust any of them, especially Du-"



"Markus!" Celestine cut him off, her voice hard enough to quiet him for a moment. Yet her next words came out softer, though they were still confident. "I am going to be okay... I am going to come back." Celestine assured.



Markus stood there for a long moment, his features twisted into frustrated anger. Eventually though, anger waned into concern, and his hands came up to rest on her shoulders. "I'm... sorry... I just feel helpless."



"I know. But I'll be okay. Despite what you might think, I don't need you to come rushing to my rescue." Celestine replied with a slightly lighter tone.



"What? No I would neve-..." Markus stopped himself as Celestine's brow rose, clearly disbelieving his words. "Okay okay..." Markus allowed, smiling apologetically. "Maybe I was relying on the fact that I could rush to you whenever you might need me. I know you aren't some damsel in distress, but I don't want to risk losing you."



Celestine shook her head lightly, even as she continued to smile. "That is touching Markus, but it doesn't change the fact that I am going. So instead of worrying over me, could you instead believe in me, and trust that I'm going to come back?"



Markus eventually nodded, realizing that he wasn't helping things with all his theatrics before. "Yes... I'm sorry. I know you're strong. Strong enough to make it through this." Markus sighed and shrugged before looking to her luggage. "Do you need some help packing?"



"I'd appreciate that, thank you." Celestine admitted before she continued to work.



Unfortunately, the two of them didn't get very far, as less than ten minutes later, familiar footfalls came rushing down the hallway and Rena came barrelling through Celestine's door. Celestine only had enough time to turn as Rena pounced on her and hugged her tightly as the two of them went sprawling to the ground. "I don't want you to go!" Rena almost wailed as soon as her face was buried in the curve of Celestine's neck. Yet despite Rena's apparent worry, Celestine couldn't help but giggle lightly apparently amused by Rena's childlike response to her going. "Hey!" Rena complained as she leaned up, looking to Celestine. "This is a big deal! Don't laugh at it!"



Yet her protests were silenced as Celestine gently laid her hand upon Rena's head. "I know Rena. I'm sorry for laughing at you. It's just sometimes you can be too adorable." Celestine teased a little bit more. Yet her words only made Rena blush and hug a little tighter.



Still, their moment was dampened when Markus spoke up, his voice annoyed. "Look, Celestine might think that you're cute when you come rushing in here, but really I have to sa-"

<hr pg="3" />"Ghhhaaahhh!" Rena moaned, cutting him off. "No wonder it smells in here! Celestine, you have a pile of garbage just standing there in the middle of the room!" She said directly to Celestine, a mischievous smile on her lips. "I can toss it out for you if you like?"



But Rena let out a slight yelp when Celestine gave her a gentle swat. "That's enough of that, I think." Celestine said sternly, as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. Rena let her go to move, but once she was up, she held onto Celestine's arm possessively. Still, Celestine continued. "I take it you've heard the news? Navira is coming tomorrow."



Rena nodded lightly. "Yea... I don't want you to go. I know you can handle it and all but..." Rena glanced away, apparently embarrassed by what she had to say. Still, after a moment she spoke up again, looking to Celestine worriedly. "I'll miss you if you're gone. Even if we're not around each other, I can always smell that you're here, in the mansion. I've gotten used to you being here... I'd be lonely if you weren't around."



Markus stood stunned at her words, unsure how a demon could even say something like that. Yet Celestine seemed to buy it as she responded gently. "I'll be back in just three days, alright? I'm sure you can keep yourself entertained while I'm away."



"What if I don't want to? What if I want to come with you? Maybe Master and Lady Navira will allow it?" Rena asked curiously, looking at Celestine, hoping that she would agree, as if it was somehow her choice.



Yet before Celestine could disappoint her, Tristan's voice came through the door, and the three of them looked to find him leaning against the doorframe as if he had been standing there for some time. "That won't work Rena... I'm sorry, but I can't let you go with her."



Rena's brow knitted into frustration. "Why not? I don't mean to be rude, but if I go with her, I can protect her."



Celestine smiled at her small companion, fully aware that Rena didn't want to go just to protect her. Still, with Tristan saying she couldn't go, Celestine began to wonder why. "Is there a particular reason? Or do you just think Navira won't allow it?" Celestine asked curiously.



"Oh, she would allow it; there is no doubt about that." Tristan replied easily, staying exactly where he was. "But then there is part of the problem. The moment Navira finds out that you and Rena are more than simply mortal and guard, she'd use Rena to get to you."



"How?" Rena asked quickly. "I would never hurt Celestine! Or betray her!"



"That's part of the problem." Tristan replied easily. Navira will, in all likelihood, force Celestine to do something she doesn't want to. Something she is inherently uncomfortable with and wants nothing to do with. But in order to meet the debt, Celestine does have to obey Navira, even if she doesn't like it. You, seeing her frustration and unwillingness would likely try and help her. Now, you know you can't beat Navira in a fight, so there's a chance that you'd offer to do Celestine's task for her. The problem with this is that Celestine would feel guilty over making you do whatever it is she was supposed to do. She'd probably try and get Navira to put the responsibility back on her, but Navira wouldn't allow it. Instead, she'd offer that Celestine do some of the work for herself, suggesting it would make things easier for you, but both of you would still end up doing some of it. Celestine, being who she is, would probably end up accepting such terms, if it meant helping Rena even a little. But then there is the danger. By being there, you'd be giving Celestine a reason to want to do whatever Navira wants. By wanting to do whatever it is, she becomes more open to it. The more open she is to something, the more likely she'll let it change her, and in the end, Navira gets what she wants. Except instead of just Celestine, who stood a better chance on her own, she now gets you as well Rena, a demoness she has long coveted." Tristan explained calmly and as clearly as he could manage.



Rena frowned as she processed his words, and while it took her a little bit, she eventually looked to Celestine apologetically, realizing he was largely right. "It's okay Rena." Celestine assured as she gently petted Rena's long hair. "I'll be okay."



"That was an awfully well thought out process. I'm impressed that you just came up with it on the fly like that." Markus announced suddenly, directed straight at Tristan.



Tristan's gaze slowly moved from Celestine and Rena, to eventually settle on Markus. For a moment he didn't say anything, but his gaze spelled out his annoyance at Markus's mere presence. Eventually though he did reply, a calm shrug preceding his words. "That would be because I've thought about it ahead of time. The idea struck me to use against Celestine myself, but I eventually thought better of it. I wouldn't want to use Rena like that."



Celestine glanced to Tristan, realizing that he wasn't joking. The idea probably struck him when he realized that she and Rena were becoming close, but it did surprise her that he never acted on it. Then again, Rena probably ended up causing some changes in her despite Tristan not enacting the plan. Regardless she shrugged and looked to Markus. "It's fine. Don't worry about his reasoning for now." She glanced down to Rena. "I am sorry that I can't take you with me."



Rena nodded lightly and smiled to her friend. "I know. Sorry I'm not wily enough to see through schemes like that."



Celestine shook her head. "No. You're perfect exactly the way you are, and I'd be upset if you went and changed on me." Celestine accented her words by hugging Rena firmly, before she eventually turned to Tristan. "I'm sure you came here for something other than to warn Rena off of coming with me."



"I did..." Tristan admitted. "There are two things I'd suggest you bring with you, no matter what other luggage you might want to take with you."



"Let me guess, the contraceptives are one of them?" Celestine asked frankly.



Markus balked at her words, but when Tristan nodded lightly he had just about enough. "Why?" He asked sharply. "That is unless you expect her to be violated during her stay there!"



Tristan sighed and shook his head. "You lack any grace at all, don't you? Yes, of course that's one of the things I was going to suggest. The morning after pills specifically." Tristan explained as gently as he could.



Markus was about to speak out, but Celestine's firm voice stopped him. "Enough Markus. I understand what I'm going to have to go through... There isn't any point in trying to fool myself after all. Navira is a lust demon after all."



"I know but..." Markus stopped and ground his teeth in frustration, cursing his inability to do anything.



"The second thing..." Tristan began, drawing Celestine's attention back to him. "Is that..." He said pointing past them, and towards the counter nearby, where Celestine's dagger rested in its stand.



"Wait... my blade? Why?" Celestine asked confused, even as she felt Rena hug her a little tighter, apparently worried by Tristan's words.



"Protection mostly." Tristan responded easily.



Markus approached the stand and looked the blade over for a moment. "It looks well made... There are plenty of flat surfaces too. I could imprint several runes into it to help boost its potential." Markus finished before looking back to Celestine and Durial, surprised to see both of them looking at him unhappily. "What? Oh come on!" Markus began again, anger welling up again. "You'll give her a knife, but you won't let me make it powerful enough to actually be a threat to demons!?"



"Markus, that would breach the contract between Durial and myself. Even if it makes some measure of sense, we can't do it, otherwise it would void everything." Celestine explained, not willing to leave Markus open to attack for the next three days while she wasn't anywhere nearby to help shield him.



Tristan spoke up as well, voice blunt and unhappy with Markus's proposal. "Not that I would allow it to happen, even if I was open to amendments to the contract. Think about it Runesmith... Let's say a demon does get pushy, and Celestine does somehow manage to kill it with your enchanted dagger. What then?" Tristan asked, clearly annoyed.



"Then the demon would be dead and she'd be safe." Markus replied resolutely, unwilling to simply accept that it was okay to arm Celestine with a weapon she couldn't actually use to defend herself.



"Wrong. She's be safe for about ten seconds, then every demon in the place would be after her blood. Without any significant reason, Navira won't let harm come to Celestine because she belongs to me. If I were anyone else, Celestine would be worm food, because to Navira, she is only a mortal, not someone, but <em>something</em> to be used up and discarded. But, let's say Celestine kills one of Navira's sworn demons, demons that have sworn themselves to her for various and numerous reasons. However, one reason in which they all share is protection, Navira's protection specifically. If Navira did nothing in retaliation for Celestine killing one of the demons sworn to her, every other demon's oath to her would become pointless. It would essentially say that it's okay if a mortal kills one of them, even though they can't strike back without fear of being punished for it. If Celestine were a demon that was also sworn to Navira, it might be different, but she isn't." Tristan replied bluntly. "Never mind the fact that by giving her a weapon that can actually hurt them, the demons would have to recognize her for a real threat. So instead of just messing around with her some and maybe humiliating her, they'd take her more seriously, and could even go so far as to remove the threat she posed before she ever hurt any of them." Tristan explained coldly.



"But if she only uses it in self defence..." Markus tried, but Tristan quickly countered.



"Yes, because demons are not paranoid at all. We always trust what others say." Tristan almost sneered.



"Okay okay! That's enough please." Celestine asked before looking to Tristan. "I'll take it with me. But if it isn't for demons that means it's for mortals. Right?"



Tristan nodded. "Some of Navira's dolls are... highly aggressive in nature. It's what their function is. I wouldn't be surprised if some dolls actively rape others, falling into the roles of predator and victim. Given that some of these dolls only know their intended function, they might not think to stop when they see you. However, given that the dolls are not really people, so you should be free to retaliate and protect yourself without consequence." Tristan assured. "Even Navira couldn't argue that a dead rogue doll deserves any form of compensation when it threatened a twice marked servant."



"So even the other humans there are going to be a danger to her?" Markus asked, stunned that Durial was sending Celestine into this supposed hell...



"Of course. Marked servants are usually out for themselves after all, Navira's dolls are even more so, especially when their status is threatened. Navira's so called 'favourites' will be of a particular threat. But then that's why I'm having Celestine take the blade. Most of the dolls aren't marked, and even those that are, none of them have a second mark. Even without the knife, Celestine should be more than capable of handling two or even three of them at once." Tristan explained, smiling down at Celestine confidently.



"You're assuming a lot aren't you? What makes you think none of these dolls have two marks? What make you think she can handle all of this?" Markus asked as gently as he could, despite the anger that swirled in him.



"That should be obvious." Rena piped in, looking to Markus with equal measures restrained rage, and contempt. "We think she'll be able to manage it, because we believe in her. Can you say the same?"



Markus was about to snap, but Celestine's hand came up and silenced the two of them. Instead she looked to Tristan. "I'll be sure to pack both items."



"I'd wear the blade if I were you." Tristan replied, pulling a belt with a clasp that looked suited to the sheath of her blade from a small bag he was carrying. "Sorting through your bags in a life or death situation isn't something that will lend itself to your continued survival." He explained as he set it down on the counter nearby. "But with that delivered, I should be on my way and you should get some rest... Rena, come along." Tristan ordered gently as he turned away and began to take his leave.



Rena nodded, but before she left she leaned in and gave Celestine's cheek a peck. "I'll see you in the morning." She whispered before taking off herself.



With Rena gone, Celestine stood and looked to Markus. He was about to say something but she pressed a finger to his lips quieting him. "It's okay. I know they riled you up and I know you don't appreciate being told to be quite, but I didn't want it to turn into a shouting match."



Markus thought to argue, but eventually he nodded and simply accepted it. Celestine's finger came away from him and she smiled lightly to him. "Good... now I'm probably not going to see much of you tomorrow, so I'll do this now." Celestine said, before she leaned forwards and pulled Markus down a little bit to press her lips to his.



At first he was surprised by the kiss, but within a few moments Markus had his hands around her back, holding her to him firmly, enjoying the press of their bodies against one another. The kiss didn't last long, but when they broke apart Markus found himself a little short of breath.



"Mnn... That should chase all the bad dreams away." Celestine teased lightly. "Good night Markus."



Markus nodded lightly before speaking up. "I'll see you in the morning Celestine. I can't do much, but I'll help you with your luggage at least."



Celestine nodded before letting him go, and Markus took his time unwrapping his arms from her, only to head out shortly after. She watched him go, and smiled lightly as he disappeared from sight. She couldn't help smiling after all... She could sense Tristan lingering not far away, and she had felt the surge of tightly held jealousy that flared even before she had kissed Markus. She hadn't kissed Markus to make Tristan envious, but it was a nice little bonus. She could feel how much Tristan wished he were in Markus's place, and it made her shudder with delight. Eventually she pushed it aside, and headed to bed, fully aware that she'd need all the rest she could get. The next three days might not afford her much time otherwise...



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The first words he heard from her lips were full of mischievous delight. "Where is she Durial?"



"Well, someone is excited to get started, aren't they?" Tristan asked teasingly, his tone playful and light. "She'll be down in a few moments I assure you. In the meantime, perhaps your companions might enjoy some refreshments?" Tristan asked, looking to her two gaurds. Both were the same demons that accompanied her during court, even though they wore their human guises.



Navira shook her head gently. "No, I think they'll be fine. Never know what you'll mix in with their drinks after all." Navira replied back cheekily. "But, I get the impression that you want something from me Durial. You do tend to try and play host whenever you want to ask something that might be a slightly touchy subject..." She pointed out calmly as she leaned her back against his chest, looking over her shoulder to meet his eyes while one hand lazily drew circles on the outside of his thigh.



Tristan chuckled and shrugged. She knew him well, but then he knew her pretty well himself. "I less want to ask you something, and more want to pose you a challenge." He said with a casual smile. "Perhaps you're interested."



Navira let out a playful purr before she turned to face him properly. "Oh really? I take it this challenge has something to do with your pretty little mortal?" She seemed to ponder for a moment before cocking her head and speaking again. "Surely you're not going to try and whittle my time with her down any further?" She asked almost with a hurt pout.



"Oh no, that idea hasn't even crossed my mind. I-"



But Navira cut Tristan off. "Liar." She said gently and playfully. "Even now you're trying to think of a way to reduce the time she'll spend with me. You just can't think of a way that I'll accept so you aren't making the suggestion."



Tristan shrugged casually again. "Guilty, of that and so much more. However, that has nothing to do with my challenge, if you would allow me to explain it that is?" Tristan asked grinning lightly. As much as he didn't want to surrender Celestine to Navira, their back and forth was something he had missed.



Navira seemed to ponder it for a moment but eventually nodded. "Very well, perhaps your challenge will prove to be stimulating."



"Before I pose my challenge, I'd like to ask you something first. When was the last time you moulded a servant without using your abilities?" Tristan asked curiously, fighting very hard not to sound too hasty. He wanted this to sound casual, like a spur of the moment thought...



"Without my abilities?" She asked inquisitively. "Hum... not for some time; not since before we met actually. Back in the days that I did not have the power to simply make my toys fall to their knees." She said with a stunning smile.



"Well then this should be a treat then... My challenge to you is to restrain yourself from using your powers upon Celestine. I would even go so far as to suggest that you keep all the demons under your command from doing the same." Tristan suggested lightly.



However it was immediately met with Navira's scoff, promptly followed by a fit of giggling laughter. It took several moments for her to stop long enough for her to realize something. "Wait... you're serious!" Navira exclaimed, clearly disbelieving. She glanced to her aids as if to check if she had heard him right, though they looked equally as surprised. She looked back to him, her gaze curious but perplexed. "Now why on earth would I do that? It's so much easier with my abilities. Sure I might not hit them with everything I've got, but neither do you, so it isn't like they fall apart right away or anything."



Tristan forced himself to chuckle, as if amused by her words. "Why you ask? The same reason we do anything. Navira, for fun of course! I'm sure you've seen countless hapless victims succumb to the desires you've crushed them with, but do you remember what it looks like when a mortal gazes upon you with simple unfettered desire? Not that rampant leering lust of an idiot, but instead with a gaze that shows that deep down inside, the only thing they want, is you... A desire that is willing to pay any price and conquer any obstacle all in the hope of gaining your favour. If you don't remember, then I'm sorry but you're missing out. There really isn't anything like it."



Navira began to idly play with her hair while Tristan spoke, her curiosity mounting as he described the emotions to her. "What makes you think I don't see that in my dolls every day?"



"Because like almost any doll, there's nothing really on the inside with your dolls. They look pretty on the outside, but inside their hollow. They can't react in any way other than the way you programmed them. It might be entertaining, for a time at least, but we both know it doesn't last." Tristan replied easily.



Navira cocked her head for a moment, pondering his words. Eventually she replied. "Alas I cannot say I recall what you're describing. I prefer to shape my toys into exactly what I want. What your describing sounds... so messy, so imperfect. It might be fun if it succeeds, but otherwise it just sounds like a disappointment." Navira pointed out.



"Indeed it might." Tristan allowed. "But then the chase is half the fun isn't it?" Navira seemed ready to disagree but Tristan shook his head. "Is it possible, that Navira has tired of the chase? Really? How can this be, when I remember a time she knew only ecstasy as I tried to run her down, only to be foiled. How can it be, when I remember how she preened and presented herself, hoping to catch my attention, only for me to tease her with apathy? Did not the minor setbacks spurn us on to try harder, and in turn, entertain us so completely? Come now Navira..." Tristan shook his head disapprovingly. "The chase is what we live for, you and I. We might grow bored of it with run of the mill prey, but that is why when exotic and rare treats come along, we must act on them."

<hr pg="4" />"Humm..." Navira began, reflecting on the memories that Tristan had brought up. "Much as I am loath to admit, you bring up valid points. Perhaps it has been too long since I've challenged myself... But this mortal... you say she is one of those rare choice morsels?"



"Would I have bothered with her if she wasn't? You know me, I can hardly stand the presence of average mortals!" Tristan exclaimed. "Besides, even if you don't believe me, believe the sovereign. You heard him as well as anyone else. She's special. If she wasn't, you wouldn't have demanded to have her at all, now would you?" Tristan pointed out simply. "Hell, you would have just let that rock crush her if she was just a regular mortal."



Navira smiled at his words, enjoying the playful back and forth. "Perhaps I will agree to your proposal. But it seems that I am the only one being put at a disadvantage here. After all, it may seem like I am not up to the challenge if I return her in three days, utterly unchanged, all because of your little suggestion. I wouldn't want that now would I? So... I propose that instead of a simple challenge for me, we turn this into a competition..." She said with a brilliant smile.



"A competition?" Tristan asked, "Now what pray tell could you possibly have in mind?"



"Instead of you simply lending me this delectable mortal of yours, how about we do a swap, and do everything within we can, save for using our actual demonic powers and abilities, to sway their loyalty. Whomever is the more successful, wins." Navira proposed excitedly.



As much as he didn't like to admit it, her little game wasn't out of place for the two of them. For decades the two of them had been competing in silly little games like this, with Tristan never really caring who won and who lost, other than for bragging rights. The game was the point... and it seems Navira was trying to resurrect some of that here and now. "Hum... very well. Though I will admit that it's slightly unfair that you know who you're dealing with ahead of time, but I'll adapt. Now remember, neither you, nor any other demon under your authority will be allowed to influence her at all. Agreed?"



"Yes yes, agreed! And I assume the same for you with my servant!" Navira replied, a devilish smile upon her lips as her eyes shone in excitement. A moment later she turned to one of her aids. "Go get Gab and get him in here!"



"Wait... him?" Tristan asked, suddenly realizing what Navira was doing. "You little minx, you're stacking the deck in your favour!"



Navira glanced back to him with an oh-so-innocent smile. "Of course I am. Shame on you for not making proper rules! But I think you'll like Gab. Big hunky man, nice and aggressive! I'm sure you'll love him!"



Tristan rolled his eyes, fully aware that Navira knew that he didn't particularly enjoy being with men. "I'm sure I will..." He replied, still amused by her deviousness. Despite having his own motives, Tristan found himself intrigued by Navira's suggested competition. Thinking about it, he had been focused on Celestine so much that the very idea of branching out in any meaningful way never really dawned on him. Perhaps this would be a good experiment...



Regardless, it seemed as if Tristan didn't have much time to think about it, as he noticed Navira's gaze turning towards one of the entrances. "Ah, there she is." Navira began, as Tristan turned to see Celestine walking in with her own entourage. Markus and Rena were in tow, but walking a few steps back from them were Salana and Tamana, maintaining a respectable distance.



Tristan couldn't help but smile at the sight of her as she strode forward, confident and calm. Her clothes were not as alluring as they tended to be these days, but to him, she pulled them off well. Simple form fitting jeans matched with a black shirt. She also wore a cropped denim jacket that only came down a few inches below her bust. Most notable however was the simple white leather belt she wore, and the nearly undetectable clink of metal on metal from the blade he knew she was wearing along her back. "Ah, Celestine. I'm sure you remember Navira." Tristan gently introduced as Celestine approached.



Celestine walked up and gently bowed her head to Navira, though she maintained eye contact throughout the exchange. "Indeed I do." Celestine replied, a light smile to her features. "It's good to see you again Lady Navira." Celestine chimed politely.



"Humm... I wonder if it is. After all, I'm going to be barrowing you from your master." Navira replied before taking a step closer to Celestine, clearly trying to enter her personal space.



Almost immediately Celestine noticed an intoxicating aroma emanating from Navira, not utterly unlike Tristan's, though hers were perhaps slightly sweeter, and clearly the scent of a woman. "If I am to be honest, I can't say that I've been anticipating your arrival." Celestine began. "The idea of staying with you is... concerning, to say the least." Celestine admitted, seeing no point in being overly courteous though not trying to be abrasive.



Navira only chuckled in response, as she pulled away again. "Ah, there it is. That air about you... a calm sternness that is oh so enticing." Navira smiled lightly, as if appraising Celestine, taking the time to look her up and down. "Intriguing, to say the least. But before we depart, you seem to have all manner of followers..." Navira began to look the others over, glancing to each of them in tern. "Surely all these people aren't your guards?"



Tristan was about to answer but Celestine beat him to it. "No. My guardian is a role that only Rena could fill." She glanced to Markus. "Markus is my companion, and the two following, Salana and Tamana, are my handmaidens."



The last bit made Navira's eyes go a little wide. "... Curious... Why would the two of you serve a mortal?" She asked Salana and Tamana directly. Yet to her even greater surprise, the two of them calmly looked to Celestine as if waiting for permission to speak. It was only after that she nodded to the taller of the two that she spoke up to Navira directly.



"We serve her for the same reason any demon serves: for our own benefit." Salana explained simply. "And, to be perfectly frank, it helps that she has very... 'entertaining' assignments." Salana smiled to Celestine who only nodded gently before looking back to Navira, only to find her looking back at her more seriously now, as if searching for something she had missed in her initial inspection.



Eventually though she spoke up. "Well, it would be inappropriate to divide you from your attendants. I suppose we can make room for them."



"I don't think that will be necessary Navira. Rena and the others will remain here and continue on with their other duties." Tristan cut in. "We wouldn't want them distracting you from Celestine after all, would we?"



Navira glanced over her shoulder at him, a knowing smile upon her lips. It seems Tristan had read it right, and foiled her attempt to gain leverage over Celestine. "No I suppose not. But in that case shall we be on our way?" Navira asked turning towards the doors and beginning to walk, clearly expecting Celestine to follow. Celestine turned to Markus and the others and gave them a slight nod before moving after Navira.



As they walked, Celestine saw a tall man enter before them, where Navira paused to speak with him. "Lord Durial and I are going to be having a competition over the next three days. You are to stay here with him, and he will try and influence you without the use of his powers, just as I am going to with his mortal. Whomever turns the other's servant the most, wins." Navira paused to step up and lean against him. "Gabriel... I don't like losing... please don't disappoint me." She cooed gently, before slipping past him, leaving him with a relaxed smile upon his lips.



"Yes mistress." He replied without hesitation, but his tone was almost too laid-back. At first Celestine thought he might be high or something, but shook it off to follow Navira, even as Gabriel moved towards Tristan...



~~~~



Celestine sat uncomfortably in Navira's limo, with her host sitting opposite to her in the rear compartment. So far, Navira hadn't said anything to Celestine since they got in, and had instead simply been scrutinizing her calmly. It was during that moment of lengthy silence that Celestine realized how alone she actually was. At least back at home she had Rena or Markus to confide in. Here she was alone and without any friends or even anyone she could rely on.



Yet while some might feel unnerved by Navira's silent analysis, Celestine couldn't help but welcome it. If they were not talking, it meant Celestine didn't have the opportunity to stick her foot in her mouth and end up insulting Navira. Further, it meant that Navira wasn't barking orders and getting Celestine to do something ridiculous. Hoping that the two of them would never have to talk was perhaps a bit too much, but as little communication as possible would be preferred.



But even as she hoped for continued silence, Navira finally spoke up. "I know this might be a private matter, but I hope you'll forgive my curiosity. How exactly did you get those two succubi to end up serving you?" Navira asked gently, her head cocking lightly as she tried to wrap her head around it.



Celestine pondered how to answer that for a moment, unsure of exactly how to word her response, though eventually she did reply. "Actually, when I first met the two of them, they were more inclined to mess with me than anything else. They were with a pride demon that wanted to harass and demean me. One thing led to another and soon he was taking it too far, despite Lord Durial's orders to the contrary. The two of them realized where things were going and tried to stop him. Thing is Rena showed up before they could..." Celestine paused with a light smile.



"Rena?" Navira asked before chuckling lightly. "Given her role as your guardian, I assume she was so angry she never bothered to take the time to distinguish between those who were trying to hurt you and those who were trying to protect you."



Celestine nodded. "More or less. By the time the two of them realized that Rena was going to kill them all, the pride demon was already dead, and Rena was looking to take more lives. I acted without thinking, and kicked the legs out from Salana, the taller one, as Rena was leaping over her to try and tear her head off. As a result of my actions, Salana was lower than Rena had guessed, and as a result, she go to keep her head. From there I was able to talk Rena down, though I still get the feeling that she doesn't like those two very much."



"I imagine not. From my limited contact with her, Rena is someone who tends to make up her mind about others and never changes it again later. Still, that doesn't explain those two swearing themselves to you. Never mind the fact that they would have had to convince Durial to let them serve you in such a way." Navira replied casually.



Celestine nodded. "Yea, I had to convince Durial to let them serve me. More specifically I preoccupied him by dangling something he wanted in front of him. It only half worked, but it got the job done I suppose, so I'm not going to complain."



"Something he wanted hum?" Navira asked with a curious smile. "I think I know what you are talking about though. Durial can be, at times, easily distracted. I remember once when we were still together, and we were both toying with some young thing, competing over whom she would choose to approach in the crowded club. I knew I wouldn't necessarily be able to beat him in a proper competition, so I gently influenced other people into becoming a little more provocative in order to distract him. In the end, he couldn't see the choice morsel for the buffet in front of him, and I ended up winning." Navira explained with a cunning smile. "Not that I expect you to have done anything so underhanded. As far as I can see, you seem a bit more straight laced than that."



Celestine didn't reply though, and simply glanced away while blushing some as she thought about how she had tempted Tristan. "No!" Navira almost gasped as she seemed to realize that Celestine was in fact capable of such nefarious means. A moment later she moved across the compartment to sit closer to Celestine. "Tell me what you did." She whispered happily, almost as if she were excited to share stories with Celestine.



Celestine looked back to her and smiled a bit mischievously. "Well, I've only done it the one time, so don't think it's going to be too impressive. I was actually trying to make him desperate enough to agree to just about anything I wanted. So I ended up dressing up in some of my more suggestive clothes and started a conversation that I knew would lead to some rather 'explicit' topics, only to walk out on him when I knew he was getting riled up." Celestine explained, amused by her own actions, and was unable to keep herself from smiling as Navira laughed at her words.



Still, Celestine continued with her story, as she found herself relaxing some. "Eventually, his patience wore out and he sent someone to 'fetch' me. I was able to avoid them and forced him to come looking for me himself. I would give him hints and what not, but only if he agreed to my terms. Eventually he became so desperate that he did agree, and I got what I wanted."



Navira smiled approvingly. "Very cunning Celestine. Though I have to wonder, what happened next? Did he eventually find you?" Navira asked, her voice tinted with hopeful curiosity.



"Well..." Celestine let Navira hang on her words for a moment before eventually continuing. "Yea, he did." She admitted, amused and embarrassed by her actions at the same time. "At first I argued that he had lost the little game I set up, but he didn't seem to care, and instead of accepting his loss with grace, he ju-..." Celestine paused suddenly, a look of confusion spreading across her features.



"He just what Celestine?" Navira prompted gently, sliding a little closer again, almost sitting along side her. She even went as far as to reach out and touch Celestine's hand, making Celestine look down at the contact like it was some sort of strange gesture, not the sign of reassurance it was meant to be.



"Why... Why am I telling you this?" Celestine asked herself, pulling her hand away and sliding a few inches away. "It doesn't make sense... I know I shouldn't trust you. So why am I..."



Navira's head cocked gently and gave Celestine an impressed cunning smile. "Why are you confiding in me?" Navira asked. "I wonder... do you know the answer already?"



It hit Celestine like a bolt of lightning and instantly she put more space between herself and Navira. "You... you sensed that I wanted someone to confide in..."



"More specifically I sensed that you wanted someone to be your friend and companion. Someone you could talk to and open up to." Navira elaborated.



"So you became that person." Celestine managed, still shaken by the fact that she didn't understand where or when she began to trust Navira, or why she opened up so easily.



"Correct." Navira replied with a wolfish grin. "So he did warn you after all. Shame on him, trying to ruin our fun." Navira said with a slight pout. "Oh well, it'll be more fun this way, don't you think?" She asked as she began to lean toward Celestine again.



Celestine shook her head as she tried to continue to slide away, only to find her back hitting the corner of the rear compartment. Glancing back, Celestine wondered if there was anywhere else she could go, only to look back and find Navira right there. "Come now... can't we be friends?"



Celestine grit her teeth and shook her head slowly. "I am here to serve in compensation of a debt... I am not here to be your friend. Not that I think you could ever think of a mortal as your friend." Celestine replied, hoping her firm words would push Navira back.



"I think we could be." Navira replied, almost climbing atop Celestine as she spoke, one hand coming up to gently brush her cheek. "You and Rena are friends, right? I'd even say the two of you are truly close... aren't you?" She asked softly, with an almost hopeful tint to her voice.



"That's... that's different..." Celestine replied, not sure how to explain how it was different without telling Navira everything about their unique relationship. "It would never be the same with you and me." Celestine added, her voice growing firm again.



Navira's features softened to an almost hurt look, before she pulled away from Celestine completely, moving to the opposite side of the compartment again. "I..." She began uncertainly, before only glancing at Celestine from the corner of her eye. "I am sorry... I shouldn't have assumed. It's just that I saw you with Rena and the others and I thought... Well, the life of a duchess becomes lonely at times and... no, never mind. I shouldn't burden you with such things." Navira cut herself off, looking away from Celestine, as if abashed by her attempt at companionship.



In that moment Celestine saw a vulnerability she did not expect to see in Navira. This wasn't the infallible or unassailable Demon Lord she had been expecting. If anything she almost seemed to be holding what she really felt back due to her position. Without even thinking about it, a part of Celestine felt concern for the person across from her... "L-look... I'm not saying it will never be possible, it's just... wouldn't the divide of status be too obvious and everything?" Celestine asked, unsure where she herself was going with this. It just felt like a part of her wanted to reach out and consol Navira, as absurd as it sounded.



Navira glanced to her hesitantly, like exploring the topic was something she knew she shouldn't do, but needed to anyway. Eventually she replied. "We can hide it... like you and Rena must... I know I'm asking a lot, but it's... hard being the mistress of a house, forcing yourself to be far from anyone's reach." Navira elaborated, her voice distant and almost remorseful.



"M-... Maybe I could... I don't know..." Celestine began to think out loud, uncertainty and confusion holding her back. How could Navira really be like this? But then, how could have Rena, a demoness of Wrath who regularly butchered people that pissed her off?



Navira worried at her lower lip while looking to Celestine with hopeful eyes. "Look, we don't have to commit to anything yet. Maybe we could just try it and see where it takes us..."



Celestine thought about that for a moment, and was just about to nod her agreement when she felt the limo come to a stop, quickly followed by a knock on the blacked out window pane that led to the front compartment. "We're here my lady." a rough voice came through from the front, startling Celestine.



"Wait, how can we be here already?" Celestine asked clearly confused. She had been led to believe that Navira lived more than a few hours away after all. But that moment of rational logical thought made Celestine begin to ponder what Navira had just said, as well as the warning Tristan had given her... A moment more and she looked to Navira in cold untrusting shock. Navira tried to hold her uncertain vulnerable features for a moment but eventually she rolled her eyes and sighed in annoyance.



"Damn it to the pit... I nearly had you..." She mumbled to herself. A moment more and she shrugged, smiling lightly. "Still, that was fun. Seems he was right..." She said more to herself than Celestine.



"Wait... you... you sensed how I saw Rena when you mentioned her earlier... and then you became that so you could..."



"So I could get you to trust and open up to me? Yes. Odd though, that you would see Rena as someone who is vulnerable and hesitant... Still, you may know better than most." Navira said with a cold smile. "But alas, you've seen through me, so I'll leave you alone for now." Navira explained as she got out of the limo, the door already opened for her by someone outside. Yet as Celestine moved towards the door, she was startled by the sound of someone being struck and then landing hard against the pavement. "I swear you have the worst timing." Navira hissed lowly, her voice full of venomous anger before Celestine saw her kick her driver. Celestine could see he was one of the demons that accompanied Navira, but even so, it sounded like she was easily crushing the wind out of his lungs.

<hr pg="5" />Still, it didn't take long for Navira's ire to be spent, and she soon stepped out of Celestine's immediate sight. Realizing that Navira wouldn't wait for her, Celestine got out of the limo and quickly saw that she was at the airport. "So... we're getting on a plane?" She asked as she followed Navira after grabbing her bags, trying to ignore the demon that was still busy with picking himself up. "Just so you're aware, I don't think I'm going to be allowed through security." Celestine informed, raising her voice to be heard over a nearby plane engine.



Navira only laughed at her words as they turned a corner before she nodded towards the jet they were walking towards, apparently idling and waiting on a runway. "I'm surprised you still think in such mundane and human ways Celestine. Security? Please, like I would demean myself to go through something so pedestrian." Navira explained as she continued to head towards the waiting airliner.



Celestine frowned but followed Navira, clearly unsure if someone was about to jump out from around a corner waving badges around and yelling at them to get on the ground. "How can you get away with this? There are laws an-"



But Navira cut her off. "Laws are nothing but words on paper if those who are supposed to enforce them, don't. Come now Celestine, surely by now you know how fallible humanity is. A little kiss here, a little money there, and suddenly the whole world can become your playground. Rich and powerful humans get away with it all the time, so what makes you think we don't?" Navira replied confidently as they approached the stairs to the plane, where a fairly handsome human steward welcomed them. Celestine didn't want to believe her words, but as she boarded the small jetliner, she realized that Navira probably wasn't wrong. To think that things like smuggling and the like never happened was being wilfully naïve.



Navira waved the two demons that followed her to the front of the plane, beyond what appeared to be some sort of door through which Celestine could see what looked to be first class seating. At first Celestine wondered why Navira herself wasn't sitting in such comfortable accommodations, but turning back to what she assumed was coach, made it apparent for her.



The front half of the rear compartment of the moderately sized airliner had a long table of sorts, surrounded by a number of plush reclining seats. However, along the long table, there were a number of poles that reached up to the roof of the cabin, which looked suspiciously alike to something one might find in a strip club... Looking further into the cabin Celestine only found more that suggested that this wasn't a normal airliner, as a bed of sorts dominated the rear of the plane, large enough to accommodate a half dozen people with ease. Frowning, Celestine spoke up again, forgetting herself at least for a moment. "What is this, some sort of creepy mile high club bus or something?" She asked sarcastically.



"Or something." Navira replied playfully as she sauntered through the cabin. She paused as she came to the bed and turned to look past Celestine and to the male steward. "Please tell the pilots I'd like to take off as soon as possible."



Celestine watched the steward disappear behind the front cabin doors before glancing back to Navira. "You're going to have sex with him aren't you?" She asked bluntly, finding her polite demeanour evaporating as each moment passed. It hadn't even been a full day and this was becoming too much. It was becoming too outlandish for her, despite her experiences with Tristan.



"No." Navira replied lightly before she almost leapt onto the bed, sighing at the softness of the mattress. A moment more and she turned over to prop herself up on her elbows, her palms under her chin as she faced Celestine. "I plan on fucking his brains out."



Celestine frowned, though she wasn't surprised by Navira's words. "Do you plan on consuming his soul afterwards?"



Navira shrugged lightly before replying. "I have no idea. That really depends on how well he entertains me. If I don't get bored before we land again, I'll leave him alone. If I do, he's always replaceable, and I doubt very much that many people will miss him."



"I suppose that's an easy thing to say when you can just buy humans by the crateful." Celestine commented idly.



"You think I own him?" Navira asked with a devilish grin. "What would you do if I told you that he has no idea what I am? What if I told you that he was just some fellow who came to work today expecting nothing more than his day to day life?"



"How could he not be one of your dolls?" Celestine responded frankly. "I mean look at your plane! Normal stewards and stewardesses don't work on planes like this!"



"My plane?" Navira giggled happily at Celestine's words for a moment before looking back to her. "This isn't my plane. I'm simply borrowing it from a business tycoon who loves to play with my dolls. Well, more specifically I'm borrowing it from his company, but who cares about semantics? See, the funny thing is Celestine, this plane; it existed long before I ever found its owners. That steward you seem to be concerned over? He has probably been working here since long before I ever came along, and he probably expects to go home today, like any other day on the job. He's probably seen the heads of the company who own this jet fly around in it, watching strippers swing around those poles, or see an orgy of decadence take place upon the bed I'm laying on. He probably expects that once this flight is over, he'll go home or to a hotel, sleep, and begin all over again tomorrow."



"Wh-... Why would anyone-" Celestine began, but was quickly cut off by Navira.



"Why would anyone work in a place like this? There's all manner of reasons I'm sure, money not being the least of them... But I suspect it's something simpler than that." Navira grinned before continuing. "How about we find out?" She asked, even as the front compartment doors opened and the steward entered, carrying a bucket full of ice and a bottle of what appeared to be wine.



When he spoke, Celestine immediately recognized a calm confidence of a man who knew he looked good and knew he was probably about to have a really good time. "The pilot says we'll have to wait a few moments miss. Several other planes are already in the queue for the runway. It shouldn't be long though. In the meantime however, I'm here to satisfy <em>any</em> needs you might have. I hope I didn't presume too much when I selected a nice red wine for your trip?" He asked courteously. Still, the stress he put on 'any' was an obvious hint that he hoping for more than flirtatious banter...



Navira smiled to him and beckoned him to approach her with her index finger. When he obliged, she sat up and put her hands upon his chest, sighing pleasantly as if she liked what she felt under his uniform. "The wine is a fine choice, thank you. But my companion and I were wondering something... Looking around this plane, all manner of interesting and scandalous things must happen here. What could possibly convince someone to work in a place like this? Or perhaps we're over reading into what we see, and those poles and this big bed aren't what we think they are?" She inquired with a sultry voice, glancing up to the tall man through dark lashes.



"That really depends miss, do you think those are stripper poles and that this big bed is for all manner of fucking? If you do than you're more or less right on the money." He replied with an easy grin.



Celestine saw Navira blush lightly, only to realize that the demoness was probably forcing such a response, not because she was actually embarrassed. Still, Celestine was surprised to hear the steward admit something so freely. Yet that didn't stop Navira from replying. "I'm a little surprised in that case. I figured there would be all manner of scantily clad stewardesses wandering about. Not that I'm complaining mind you, I'm more than happy that I have you to keep us company." Navira explained, glancing at Celestine curiously.



He smiled easily before sitting down along side Navira on the bed, before he eventually replied. "Well, the people who run this plane aren't foolish or stupid. They knew that you two lovely ladies would be flying today so they sent me to see to your needs. If the whole board of directors was on board, there would be several women and men to see to their needs, instead of just myself."



"Women and men?" Celestine asked curiously.



"Oh yes." He replied, smiling to Celestine happily. Apparently hearing her say anything pleased him greatly. "Despite what you might think, the board isn't full of stodgy old men. The company I work for has a pretty even split of men and women on the board. And before you think it, from what I've seen, the female members of the board tend to be even more enthusiastic then the men."



"You never answered my first question yet." Navira said gently, putting a finger to the stewards' chin and coaxing his gaze back to her. "Why would anyone ever want to work in a place like this?"



He shrugged once before replying. "Well, to be honest, the pay is really good... Though that isn't the only reason I do this. Frankly, I really love sex, and even if some of the board members aren't exactly easy on the eyes, the stewardesses tend to be, and more than a few of the board members love to watch me fuck their brains out."



Celestine frowned lightly at his words, surprised that he seemed okay with being little more than a male prostitute. Still, the idea that most of the time this plane was used for rampant fucking and debauchery did faze her. Despite herself, Celestine began to feel a familiar sensation in between her legs. She glanced to Navira, only to realize the demoness was glancing back, her eyes shining excitedly. Celestine cursed inwardly, knowing Navira could sense her arousal, even if she resisted it.



Still, Navira didn't hesitate as she continued their little conversation. "What about us... what do you think the two of us are doing here on this plane?"



The man shrugged lightly. "Part of my pay is to ensure I'm very discreet. I don't ask, and therefore I can't tell." He said with an easy tone. "But..." he began, grinning to himself. "If I had to guess, I'd say the two of you are heiresses or something along those lines."



"What?" Celestine asked flatly. "Seriously? You think the two of us are rich kids?"



"Well, not kids, but sure, why not?" He asked with a confident smile. "You two are traveling for the sake of traveling, not because you want to work on this plane. You're also clearly not businesswomen, otherwise you'd be dressed differently. So, yes, my guess is heiress. See, whether you think it or not, this plane gets loaned out pretty frequently for 'extra-curricular activities'. More than a few of our board members have children, and young rich women love flying off to Mexico or something with their other rich friends. Rich guys just love fucking several thousand feet off the ground." He explained with an easy calm. "Don't worry if I'm right though. I have no intention of trying to look you up or anything. Like I said, I'm paid a lot to be discreet, and I know what happens when someone pisses off the wrong people."



Navira giggled playfully before the three of them felt the plane beginning to move. Celestine couldn't help but feel a little relieved that they were about to take off, the longer they sat still, the more likely it was that Navira would grow bored of their flight attendant and simply consume his soul. She didn't know him, and certainly didn't care for him, but that didn't mean she wanted him dead.



"It looks like we're about to take off. Here, you better hold onto this." The steward suggested to Navira, as he reached under the bed and pulled out what looked very much like a bondage strap and handed it to Navira. "I can strap you in if you like." He continued playfully.



But before Navira could reply, Celestine spoke up, her voice annoyed. "And where exactly can I buckle in?" Celestine couldn't say she was a fan of flying, and it was only now that they were moving that she realized the plush reclining chairs didn't immediately appear to have buckles...



He looked to her and smiled, before getting up and going behind Celestine's chair, and she could feel him fiddling with it slightly before he pulled two straps out and over her head and shoulders. "The buckles are in between the cushions. Would you like me to help b-"



"I'm fine." Celestine cut him off, taking the straps and quickly buckling herself in after digging about for the buckles for a moment, trying not to snap at the man's come on lines. She was worried that between her surroundings and his attractive features, she might do something foolish, and she didn't want to give Navira the satisfaction. Then again, Celestine knew it wasn't likely that she'd have a choice in the matter...



But by the time she was done strapping herself in, the steward was already beside Navira again, cuddling up to her as he held onto a strap of his own while keeping his free arm wrapped around her waist. Not that Navira was reluctant at all. She was happy to receive the attention, and as Celestine began to feel the plane accelerate, Navira spoke up again. "So, it sounds like you've encountered heiresses before. How do you normally handle such unique guests?"



He smiled happily as the plane began to lift off from the ground before he eventually responded. "Well, I do my best to satisfy their every need."



"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Navira asked curiously, one of her fingers tracing lines up and down his chest.



"Well... I don't mean to be crude, but sometimes, daddy's little princess really enjoys spiting daddy by sleeping with the help. In this case, that means me." He explained with a mischievous grin.



"Oh really? So what does that mean for us? Does it mean you're going to have your way with me? Daddy would be ever so cross he found I fooled around with a humble flight attendant." Navira replied with a low voice, as she leaned in and began to rain small kisses upon the steward's neck.



Celestine watched what was going on from the corner of her eye, fighting the urge to grind her teeth at what she was seeing. As far as she could see, Navira was being exactly what this man wanted: flirty, dirty, and desperate for sex.



Still, his next words surprised her, as his voice took on a more forceful tone. "I am here to serve, but I have to say..." He paused as the hand he had upon her hip slipped around in front of her and down between her legs. "It looks like that's exactly what you want me to do, even if you might deny it." He explained, as Celestine was sure he began to run his fingers up and down Navira's cunt. "It looks like you want it really bad too... you're already wet." He added teasingly.



"Mmnnn..." Navira moaned. "I do..."



"I see... And if I haven't missed my mark, my guess is that you like it rough and raunchy... I'm guessing you want me to use you like a cheep whore, and fuck you however I like. To prove to me and to yourself that you aren't daddy's little princess..." he replied lowly, the hand between her legs digging a little deeper as he spoke.



Celestine saw Navira squirm at his touch, her back arching and pushing out her ample bust for him to see and salivate over. Shaking her head, Celestine turned away, even as her ears began to pop as they got up in altitude. She could hear the two of them beginning to make out, but as they levelled off, she heard him speak up again. "What about yourself? Maybe you'd like to join us?" He asked, fully expecting Celestine to join in. To him, she was probably no different than Navira, an heiress that wanted to be full of his cock. Celestine turned her chair to them and was about to snap out her rejection when Navira cut her of.



"No, Celestine isn't going to participate for now. She just likes watching..." Navira replied for Celestine, her hand coming up to his cheek to bring his gaze back to her. Yet even as she did so, Celestine noticed Navira glancing her way. In that one moment, Celestine realized that Navira wasn't suggesting that Celestine watch her... she was demanding it. Her words were orders, even if the flight attendant didn't realize it. "Isn't that right Celestine?" Navira asked her, even as she met the attendant's eyes again.



Celestine wanted to resist. She hated the idea of being forced into this by Navira, even though a very real and large part of her was curious to see how this would play out. But Celestine knew that if she did, her own arousal would only grow, and that was something Navira could use against her. Still, it didn't matter much... she had to obey. If she didn't things would only get worse for her. "... Yea... I'm fine with just watching." She finally replied, though her words were frustrated.



"See?" Navira asked looking to the attendant. "Now, please... I don't want to wait any more!" She whined desperately, as Navira brazenly rubbed her chest against his.



It seemed that Navira didn't have to wait even a moment more as the flight attendant quickly took hold of her and pushed her down onto the bed and went about pulling her top off. Much to Celestine's surprise, Navira allowed herself to be manhandled, and happily lifted her arms as he pulled off her clothes. It didn't take long for Navira to become stark naked, and once she was, he spun her around so that her head was hanging off the edge of the large bed, facing his crotch with her chest up. "You don't want to wait any more? Wait for what? For me to fuck you?!" He asked harshly, though Celestine couldn't help the mild shudder that ran through her at the sound of his cruel tone. "What dirty words coming from such a pretty princess!" He continued, forcing his crotch against Navira's face. He still wore his pants, but Celestine didn't miss the bulging tent that had formed under them, which he seemed happy to smother Navira with.



Yet Celestine could hear Navira moaning as he ground himself against her face, and after a moment or two of her rubbing her features against him, she spoke up, voice wanton and frantic. "That's right! I'm dirty and horrible! I'm daddy's slutty princess!" Navira answered lustfully, before she threw herself into groping and fondling his still confined cock. Celestine could see her writhing and caught the rise and fall of her chest as Navira's breath came quickly.



Little did Celestine realize that it wasn't only Navira's breath that was coming more quickly as the scene unfolded. Without even realising it, any desire to look away or not watch them soon faded and eventually died as Celestine continued to watch the two of them.



Soon, as if urged on by Navira's words, the flight attendant quickly pulled his belt open and even before his pants were hitting the ground, he was pushing his still hardening cock against Navira's lips. Celestine saw Navira shudder happily, as her lips parted for him, and only a moment later had her mouth full of his cock.



Despite herself, Celestine found herself comparing the flight attendant to Tristan, and was surprised when she felt a tremor of disappointment, when he saw he wasn't as well endowed as Tristan. Regardless of that however, Celestine still found herself impressed. If nothing else, the man was well equipped for his chosen profession.



In a few moments the flight attendant was enthusiastically forcing his cock down Navira's throat, and much to Celestine's confusion, every second or third thrust would cause a slight gagging noise to emanate from Navira. "It looks like you have some experience sucking cock. That's good, though I'm betting you haven't had a piece quite as big as mine before, now have you?" The steward asked confidently, an almost arrogant smile upon his lips, as his cock would drive to the back of her throat and stall there on her gag reflex.

<hr pg="6" />Navira shook her head no as his fuck stick stretched her lips, which only seemed to encourage him to fuck her throat faster and harder. Celestine watched as he held her head with one hand while he fondled her heavy breasts with the other. Navira's chocking sounds increased in frequency to match his actions, and Celestine found herself confused. She knew Navira had seen bigger than the flight attendant, after all, she had been with Tristan before. Then again, it was likely that Navira was simply being the thing the flight attended wanted: a slutty heiress who loved to be fucked by him...



After a few more moments of driving himself into her throat, he eventually pulled out of Navira's mouth and stripped off his remaining clothes, as Navira tried to catch her breath. In between gasps of breath, Navira spoke, looking to him with eyes that pleaded for more. "Oh fuck that was good... I love the taste of a nice fat cock!" Navira almost cried out. But instead of responding with words, the now naked flight attendant simply started to get onto the bed. Navira almost squealed in delight as she flipped over and got onto all fours, presenting her dripping cunt to him. "Please, this hole next!" Navira begged as she reached back and pulled her pussy lips wide.



"I live to serve." He grunted happily as he got up behind her and aligned himself with her dripping pussy. Without a further word, her forced himself into her and began a steady rhythm of thrusting into Navira. Despite herself, Celestine began to feel her own pussy going damp, and knew it would only get worse if she kept watching this, even though she felt no real motivation to look away. As much as she might have disliked Navira, watching her get fucked was definitely turning her on. She caught herself reaching towards the hem of her pants, clearly intending on slipping her hand in between her legs and enjoying herself as she continued to watch.



But in that moment that she looked away from their fucking, Navira spoke up again, her voice clearly stained with pleasure. "Oh no! Surely you can hardly see from there!" Navira's voice caught Celestine's attention, forcing her gaze to come back to her, even as she continued to fuck the flight attendant. "Come on up here... lay down here along side us. I know you'll love a front row view!" Navira exclaimed, her voice growing tighter as his pace began to speed up.



"I... I can see just fine from here." Celestine replied, trying hard to keep her own arousal from staining her voice. Unfortunately she wasn't wholly successful.



"<em>Unnm!</em>... Nonsense! Get up here... Please?" Navira asked pleadingly, even though Celestine knew it was entirely for the steward's benefit. It was an order; pure and simple...Cursing under her breath, Celestine got up from her chair and approached the bed, taking her time climbing up on top of it while the two of them continued to fuck one another. She paused a ways off, but Navira gave a whimpering whine, clearly expecting her to come closer, and after a moment Celestine obliged, all the while cursing Navira's name under her breath, even as that breath accelerated at being so close to others fucking so furiously.



But it seemed Celestine's troubles only were beginning, as the man fucking Navira paused and flipped her over, so that Celestine could see Navira's features more clearly, along with his cock buried in her pussy. "You like the sight of cock stretching your friend's tight pussy?" He asked her darkly, stabbing a little harder into Navira now, making her emit short gasps as her head rolled about in ecstasy.



Celestine glanced to the flight attendant, not appreciating the fact that he seemed to be catching on to the fact that Navira had something over Celestine. What he didn't realize was that she was more or less holding Celestine's life in her hands. Navira had promised not to kill Celestine, but if she pushed the demonic duchess too far, who knew what could happen? Instead, he probably thought Celestine was just some submissive, going along with her more dominant friends demands.



"Answer him Celestine. Tell him the truth." Navira demanded aloud in between wanton gasps. It seemed his question had excited her, and she wanted to know the answer probably even more than he did.



It dawned on Celestine that she could have lied, probably convincingly enough to fool the flight attendant, but not Navira. She knew Navira would know that truth about how she really felt, and that meant that she didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. It didn't take Celestine long to conclude that the only way to get out of this was by trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. "I do like watching... I like watching you fucking her so hard that you stretch her tight little cunt." Celestine admitted, finding the words coming easily once she began speaking. She saw him stiffen at her words, and recognized that she was pushing him closer to the edge. Glancing to Navira, Celestine saw that she seemed surprised that Celestine's words seemed to be having such a profound affect. After a moment more, a mischievous idea formed in her mind, and Celestine found herself acting before ever even thinking of what the consequences might be.



She slid up a little closer, almost leaning against the flight attendant as she continued to speak. "In fact I love it... I love watching your big cock wreck her dirty cunt." Celestine announced more forcefully, unable to keep herself from smiling as she saw his physical reaction. His humping quickly became more desperate and forceful, and while Navira couldn't say she liked Celestine taking the reins, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the end results. Still, Celestine continued speaking, her voice light and excited. "I love how her face becomes one of utter ecstasy every time you bottom out in her. I love how every time you drive into her, I can see the raunchy slut she really is shine through."



Navira was playing with her own tits by this point, pinching and tugging at her own nipples as she heard Celestine's words, her body shuddering at the sensation. Somehow the fact that Celestine was saying them only excited Navira further. Yet it seemed that Celestine wasn't done, and her hand reached out to firmly take a handful of the attendant's hair, forcing him to meet her eyes. "But what I want to see most is you pumping this rich bitch's cunt full of your hot cum! I want to see it dripping out of her ruined fuck hole, as she quivers from being used like nothing more than cheap whore!" Celestine's words had a hushed urgency behind them, and while they came out as little more than a whisper, she could see both the flight attendant and Navira heard them loud and clear as she played into the attendant's assumptions about the two of them.



When Celestine let him go, his gaze immediately fell onto Navira, and what had been an earnest fucking turned into a relentless assault upon Navira's pussy. Not that she seemed to mind. "Oh fuck! That's right! Damn I've been waiting for this!" She announced excitedly, over the slapping of their flesh against one another. "You gonna do it?! You gonna cum in my tight little pussy and ruin daddy's little princess forever!?" Navira urged on, her legs wrapping around his back, trying to help pull him in with each thrust.



The flight attendant groaned in what could only be described as wanton reluctance. Their words were enough to set him off, but he resisted the urge, not wanting this to end, and not wanting to risk getting some rich heiress pregnant. He had always been able to pull out before, but this was all too perfect, and it was all he could do but groan in frustration.



"What are you waiting for?" Celestine asked impatiently. "Don't fight it, just do it!" She whispered into his ear, having leaned in close enough now that his arm was actually nestled against her breasts.



He shook his head a little, even as his will to resist began to be overshadowed by the growing urge just to fuck this rich girl out of her damn mind and pump her full of his seed.



"Cum. In. Her." Celestine ordered firmly, whispering in his ear as she watched his cock bury itself into Navira's pink pussy. Almost immediately she felt a sense of power fill her, as she heard him groan and ram into Navira once last time before the he and Navira began to jerk and gasp.



"I can feel it!" Navira cooed in pleasure riddled voice. "I can feel him dumping his load in me!" She screamed gleefully.



Celestine couldn't help but shudder as she heard Navira's words, the sense of power growing and making her feel elated. She had ordered him to cum, and he did...



But even as Celestine basked in the moment, what little there was of the flight attendant's morality began to crumble under the ballooning weight of his own carnal desires. Once he would have pulled out of the woman he was fucking, as he didn't want to accidently get anyone pregnant. But now? Now his lust was growing beyond his control, overtaking other aspects of his very soul. Not that he understood that. The only person who might have understood what was happening to him was currently busy enjoying the fact that the flight attendant just cum on command... on her command...



The seeds sown by the Fell Born had been planted, deep in his soul, and now they were growing, being fed by his lustful sins and vices...



Navira might have noticed the subtle change in the flight attendant, if she wasn't enjoying her own orgasm. It wasn't a mind shattering by any means, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the pleasure that rippled through her. Eventually it subsided, and Navira let out a please sigh before pulling away from the flight attendant, who was beginning to go soft inside her. She smiled as his rapidly softening cock slipped out of her and drooped, having been spent. A moment more and Navira couldn't help but purr as she saw his cum beginning to leak from her pussy. "Look at what you've done..." she began, looking up to meet his eyes again, "you've filled my pussy full of your cum..." she closed her eyes and slowly made her body writhe as she stayed propped up on her elbows. "It feels so good..." Navira added as she opened her eyes again and grinned wickedly up at him.



He gave her a satisfied smile, apparently not surprised that she had enjoyed herself. "In a minute or two I'll be good to keep on fucking that slutty cunt of yours." He explained confidently. Though Navira noticed something odd about his tone; it was somehow more desperate, like he almost needed to keep fucking. It was odd, but she didn't think much of it, as he quickly continued. "Or maybe your friend here would like a ride hum? I can tell you're turned on." He asked as his focus turned to Celestine, turning his gaze to her as she sat away from him. Somewhere along the line she had moved away from him, now that the show was over she had her back turned to both him and Navira. Not that it helped any to hide what Navira could feel in her. There was curious desire there, and reluctant self denial. As far as Navira could tell, Celestine was intrigued by his offer, but was fighting to resist the urge. Though why she would resist her own desires wasn't clear to someone like Navira.



"I'm fine thank you." Celestine replied to the attendant, not turning to look at him, but not getting off the bed either.



"Come on missy, your lips might say no, but I honestly think you want it... And I'd love to fuck you." The attendant expressed, his voice low and hungry. "I'd bet it would ease the ache you're feeling... Watching me fuck your friend there got you all riled up. I'm betting it's all you can do not to stick your hand in between your legs and finger fuck yourself till you cum." He suggested brazenly, as he began to creep up on her.



"Well then I suppose it's a good thing that it doesn't matter what you think!" Celestine replied sharply. "You're just the in-flight service and entertainment, so don't think you get to choose what happens here." She continued as she glanced over her shoulder, giving him a warning look that made even his lust addled mind hesitate.



But her words were the key for Navira, as she got off the bed and fetched the wine he had brought earlier. "Ah!" She exclaimed as she popped the cork. "Now I understand..." Navira began as she glanced back to Celestine. "Other than Durial, you haven't had another man in between your legs in quite some time, now have you?"



Celestine's eyes snapped to Navira as her cheeks went beet red. "W-what?! What makes you think that?!" Celestine asked sharply, inching a little further away from the flight attendant, who seemed less intimidated by her now, having been made bold by Navira's words.



"Oh honey, the fact that you're blushing is proof enough of it." Navira teased playfully. Celestine gave her a sour look, but it only made Navira laugh. "Oh relax! It's fine. It just means you and I get to have fun experimenting!" She giggled again before shrugging and smiling at Celestine with a cunning grin. "But for now... would you like some wine?" Navira asked as she picked up two tall wine glasses from a nearby cupboard.



"No, thank you." Celestine replied her voice little more than a mumble as she still sat there embarrassed. "I'm not really a wine person."



"Oh, I think you might like wine the way I take it..." Navira replied with a devilish grin as she lowered one of the glasses down in between her legs, and placed it under her pussy. Glancing up to Celestine and the steward, Navira's grin grew, as she purred and moaned lightly to herself.



"Oh fuck that's hot..." The flight attendant announced absently, his eyes glued to Navira as he watched her work some of his cum out of her pussy, and let it ooze down slowly into the wine glass she held between her legs. As much as Celestine wanted to argue, she found her breath taken away, as her imagination began to rev up... It wasn't so much that Navira herself that made this arousing, rather than it was the action in of itself that stimulated her. She couldn't help but imagine herself doing something similar, after Tristan pumped his entire load into her pussy...



"You're sure you don't want one Celestine?" Navira asked as she pulled away the glass between her legs, her eyes meeting Celestine's.



Her words snapped Celestine out of her imaginings, only to realize that her own eyes had been half lidded in erotic pleasure. Shaking her head Celestine repeated herself, as she found she wanted to try something like that with Tristan first, before ever teasing anyone else with it. "N-no... I'm fine." She eventually replied, though she didn't sound as firm as she had before.



"Hum..." Navira replied easily, before slipping the second glass under her regardless. As more cum and pussy juice dripped out of her, she continued to speak. "I'll make a second one... in case you change your mind..."



Celestine worried at her lower lip, concerned about the physical temptation being there just sitting in front of her. Yet despite that, she didn't tell Navira to stop as the demoness took both glasses and poured a generous amount of the dark crimson liquid inside, before stirring both of them. She left one on the counter, fastened safely in a holder specifically for such glasses, while taking the other with her as she sat down in one of the reclining chairs, and turned it to face Celestine and their flight attendant. "Hum..." She sounded aloud, putting a finger to her lips as if she were pondering something. "I see someone is getting excited again..." She announced as she looked at the steward. She watched for a few moments his flaccid cock began to come back to life again, though it was slow to do so. Still, for a mortal, his recovery time was quite impressive.



"Yea... just give me a moment and I'll-" He began, as his hand reached towards his cock, clearly planning on trying to help it along.



"Stop." Navira demanded calmly, still looking at him with eyes shining in lustful excitement. "Have you no shame? How dare you stroke yourself in front of two noble women like some dog licking himself... how utterly appalling." Navira announced haughtily. "After all... why touch yourself when one of us can help rouse you back to life?" Navira asked with a lewd tone, glancing to Celestine...



Celestine looked to Navira for a moment, her frustration and anger getting the better of her for a moment as she began to speak. "Oh you bi-"



"Ah ah ah!, manners my dear Celestine. Manners." Navira cut her off playfully. "You seem disinclined to rut with him despite his obvious interest, so the least you can do is encourage him with your hands... Or shall I do it? Though I must admit, if I do everything I may tire of him far too quickly..." Navira explained. Her words only confused the attendant, but Celestine knew if she didn't do anything this man was going to end up dead. As much as she didn't like him, he was just doing his job, and he shouldn't have had to die for it. Plus, it wasn't like he was the one forcing this on her...



Glancing up to him Celestine sighed and got up off the bed. "Sit on the edge of the bed please." She directed simply. Even before she was done speaking, he was on the move, and by the time he was finished, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his knees spread wide for her, looking to her with excited lustful eyes. It was that gaze that gave Celestine pause, as a familiar sensation ran through her. This man desired her, likely as much as he wanted Navira. That look reminded Celestine of the power her words had over him earlier, and made her confidence and boldness swell.



Without even thinking, new words began to slip from Celestine's lips, their tone low and enthralling. "Lay your hands down upon the bed, and don't move them unless I grant you permission to do so. Understand?" She asked as she knelt down between his legs, glancing up to meet his gaze through her lashes. As she waited for him to comply and respond, Celestine slipped off her jacket, arching her back slightly as she did so. As a result, for a moment at least, she ended up pushing out her bust, drawing the attendant's gaze for a moment and distracting him from her words. "Is that understood?" Celestine asked again, her voice more firm and demanding now, but no less seductive to his ears.



"Yes, I understand." He replied, half entranced by her emerald eyes as he met her gaze again. A moment after he answered her, his hands dropped down onto the bed, flat with his fingers spread out.



"Good." Celestine acknowledged, her voice taking on a satisfied tone before she glanced down at the attendant's cock. It still hung between his legs, but Celestine could see that it had already begun to grow again. She pondered holding off and hoping he would become erect on his own, but knew that Navira wouldn't tolerate that, and a moment later she simply accepted what she needed to do, and gently took him in hand as she placed her opposite hand on the inside of his thigh to support herself.



Yet Celestine was almost startled by the soft groan that escaped his lips, and glancing back up to him, she found him looking down at her with his eyes half lidded in bliss. "Your hand... it's soft and warm..." He complimented after several moments, making Celestine blush slightly.



"T-thank you." She mumbled before glancing down at his cock again. She could feel the heat of his dick in her hand, through the wet coating of Navira's pussy juices. After she got a feel for its weight, Celestine began to stroke him slowly, twisting her hand a little through each stroke in an attempt to stimulate him more. It didn't take long for her to feel his member to start growing in her hand, stiffening at her touch as it filled with blood. It was only after a few moments that Celestine realized that the pace of her pumping had increased without her ever intending to, and her own breath was becoming shallower. Despite herself and being forced into this situation, Celestine's arousal was returning.

<hr pg="7" />And it seemed like that arousal hadn't been missed by the flight attendant. "And here I was afraid that you didn't like me or something." He announced between shallow breaths. "But I'm glad to see that you're enjoying yourself." He added with a pleasured grin. "That's my job after all, to make sure you enjoy your flight. Plus you seem pretty good at this."



Celestine blushed a little bit at his compliment, feeling both a shot of pride and embarrassment at such words. "What makes you think I'm enjoying this?" Celestine asked obstinately. "It isn't like I volunteered for this you know."



"Ah, but I think I've gotten your measure Miss Celestine... Like I said, you're awfully good at this, which means you've probably had a lot of practice having sex. But if what your friend there says is true, you've only ever really been with one guy, at least within easy memory, which means while you might have experience, your breadth of experience isn't that wide. Part of you wants to expand your horizons, but you're worried about what you'll become if you do." He explained happily, even as Celestine continued with her hand-job. "This is why you are still stroking my cock, even if you make it seem as if you're reluctant to do so."



Celestine scoffed, even as she continued to stroke him, and actually squeezed a little harder, making him groan pleasantly. "You're just assuming things about me; painting me in a way that you want to see me." The hand at his thigh slid down to his balls, where Celestine cupped the two ample orbs in their fleshy sack, and began to massage them.



"Nah. I see you for what you really are Celestine... a vixen who loves sex and has a near insatiable hunger for it hidden deep inside. You just haven't found that person yet. You've probably scratched the surface of it, and probably enjoyed it a lot. I hope you find that person soon though. I'd love for her to look me up when she's ready to have some real fun." He explained with a lustful grin.



"You don't know anything about me." Celestine replied calmly, utterly unfazed by his words, even if they had an eerie accuracy.



"Maybe not." He returned easily. "But I know you've been stroking my fully erect cock for a couple minutes now without being able to tear your eyes off of it." He added with a cocky grin.



His words made Celestine pause suddenly as she realized that he was right... Even though she had been carrying on a conversation with him for the last few minutes, she hadn't once looked up and away from his heavy dick. Instead she had been looking over every inch of it and his balls, examining and almost admiring them as they glistened in Navira's pussy juice... Celestine cursed under her breath, realizing that she had let her arousal get the best of her. The dampness she felt coating her pussy and seeping into her panties only proved that all the more.



Yet he continued to speak as Celestine sat there in frustrated silence. "It's okay Celestine, these things happen. When women see a piece as big as mine, they tend to get a sort of hypnotized look on their faces, like you did just now. I doubt you've seen one as big as this before in person before, so it's okay, I don't mind if you want to keep looki-... What's so funny?" He asked after noticing that both Celestine and Navira were suddenly holding in a chuckle. Celestine, after hearing his question, glanced back to meet Navira's gaze, before the two of them both burst out laughing. "What?!" the flight attendant asked again, his voice becoming more demanding, as if his pride had just been hurt.



"Oh baby," Navira cooed after she contained her laughter, "no need to get angry. It's just, well... both of us have seen and <em>'enjoyed'</em> a bigger ah... heh... <em>'package'</em> than yours. Not a lot bigger mind you, but you're certainly not the top of the spectrum for us by any means. Not that you should feel ashamed. You still sport a very handsome cock."



"It's just that..." Celestine began, a mischievous grin upon her lips. "well... while I was staring at you, I couldn't help but compare, and as endowed as you are, she's right. His is better. Sorry." Celestine finished, amused and pleased to see the flight attendant's smug features twist into disbelief.



He glanced down to Celestine, his features pulled into a frown as she continued to kneel between his legs. "From what your friend said earlier, you've only been with one guy recently. It sounds like she got to fuck him first and then you got your turn." Celestine frowned as he paused, not enjoying how his tone was becoming mocking and aggressive. "And given what's happening up here, I think I see a pattern emerging... Are you always Navira's ringer-<em>Ow!</em>" The flight attendant's words were cut off as he hissed in pain, his whole body going rigid.



"Careful." Celestine warned as he went quite. "I literally have you by the dick and balls here." She informed him, accenting her point by relaxing her grip around his testicles, which had silenced him in the first place. She smiled lightly as he looked down at her with worry suddenly shining in his eyes. "I might not be strong enough to just rip em off..." Celestine began, glancing down at his genitals... "But I'm pretty sure I could do enough damage that they'd never work properly again... Ever." She concluded before glancing up to him again, her smile growing a little bit more.



"Okay okay! I'm sorry..." He replied, trying to convey his sincerity. "It's just that I take pride in my... well... you know." He explained, blushing himself as he looked away, unable to meet their gazes. "It was out of line, I'm sorry." He said honestly, as it was fairly apparent that he thought the two of them had been teasing him.



Navria sat back and smiled as she watched the banter between the two of them. For all of Celestine's own arousal, it was obvious to Navira that Celestine wasn't going to let this man walk all over her. If anything, she was in control of the situation, even if she was on her knees.



However Celestine's answer to his words came as a bit of a surprise, as the flight attendent felt Celestine's hand begin to stroke up and down his cock again. "Ah, he blushes. Not something I'd expect from someone in your line of work." She replied as he looked back down to her, pleasure lacing through him from her sliding grip. "Forget it. It was cruel of us to mock you. Besides, Navira is right..." Celestine began again in a lower more sultry voice. "Yours is a very handsome cock." She finished with an impressed if not impish smile.



He groaned as her warm breath washed over the tip of his dick, and he couldn't help but shudder by the time she was done. "Why thank you very much..." He replied gratefully. "Though I have to say I think it'd look a lot better with your lips wrapped around it..."



Celestine couldn't help but chuckle before she replied. "You don't ever give up do you?"



"Hey, you're the one who's still between my legs stroking my dick. Not that I'm complaining." He returned, his relaxed smile crossing his lips again. "Come on Celestine... I know you want to. If you didn't you would have handed me back off to your friend a while ago." He reasoned.



Celestine didn't reply at first, fully aware that if she started sucking this guy off, she probably wouldn't be able to stop till she had drained his balls. That said, every moment he spent not fucking Navira, was another moment she wouldn't bore of him. Unfortunately, the flight attendant wasn't wholly wrong about Celestine when he was talking about her earlier. A part of her did want to expand her horizons, and saw him as a prime opportunity.



But as she weighed her options, the choice was suddenly taken out of her hands, as Navira spoke up again. "If you're not going to blow him, I'm going to jump back in and you can go back to watching. I'll probably have one more ride then I'll be done with him for this trip." Navira explained, much to Celestine's discontent. She felt the steward's cock buck lightly in her hand at the thought of getting to fuck Navira again, but he missed her hidden meaning altogether. Navira had just spelled it out for Celestine though; blow him off or he's going to end up dead...



"You don't have to if you don't want to." The flight attendant explained to Celestine, though she could clearly pick up a desperate want in his voice. It seemed for all his portrayed calm, he really wanted her to suck his cock, and she could see his hands had curled up into fists in the sheets of the bed. Celestine glanced back at Navira, who remained sitting in her reclining chair, her glass of cum and wine still in hand. The demonic duchess raised her glass to Celestine in a mock toast, somehow already knowing the decision Celestine had come to, before bringing the glass to her own lips and draining half of it in a long slow sip...



Pushing aside her hesitation, Celestine answered the only way she knew Navira would accept. She turned back to him and opened her mouth before dipping her head down and pressing the head of his cock against her outstretched tongue. The moment the soft wet flesh of her tongue made contact, Celestine heard the man moan gratefully, and her senses were quickly assaulted by new tastes... She couldn't help but shiver lightly as she tasted Navira upon his cock, and her taste reminded her of the sweetness Navira's aroma held. It itself wasn't sweet of course, but it gave her the same pleasure that tasting something sweet would give. But then it wasn't just Navira whom Celestine could taste, but also the steward himself. She could taste the last vestiges of his cum still clinging to his warm, hard flesh and while she was surprised that it wasn't quite as appealing as Tristan's, she found she didn't dislike it either.



As she absorbed and registered these new tastes, Celestine pulled her tongue up along the head of his cock. She swirled it around his cock head slowly before pulling away and dipping her head lower to begin at the base of his cock before dragging her tongue all the way up the underside of his shaft. Despite doing this to save his life, Celestine couldn't help but shudder in delight as she felt his cock throb against her tongue as she slowly ascended it. As she reached the top, she flicked her tongue along the underside of his tip, and felt his cock buck lightly at the motion as she heard him moan.



Celestine pulled away just enough to look up at him and speak, even as her moving lips brushed the tip of his cock. "Hum... seems someone likes that..." She commented, her voice still holding her smooth seductive tone. Before he could answer though, she flicked out her tongue twice more, teasing that same spot and making him groan in delight.



"Fuck yes I like it." He replied after he caught his breath, which brought a soft devilish smile to Celestine's features.



"Do you want some more?" She cooed at him; as she spread her knees a little further to lower herself for better access, and to make her body writhe slowly in front of him.



"Yes please..." He almost begged, sending a new shiver of powerful delight through Celestine.



Smiling, Celestine obliged him, and lowered her lips to the base of his cock again, where she had planned on feathering kisses up the underside of his shaft. But as she saw her own hand, slowly massaging his balls, a new idea formed in her head. Not pausing to think about it, Celestine dipped her head a little lower, and then spread her lips to press them against one of his testicles, before she began to suck gently on it as his heavy cock lay against one side of her face. After a few moments, Celestine was able to engulf half of one of his testicles, and after glancing up to meet his lust stained eyes, Celestine hummed gently, and was pleased to hear the attendant's breath catch as his head fell back and he shuddered hard. A moment more and she could feel his cock throbbing against his cheek and began to feel his balls beginning to pull up.



Instantly she realized he was about to cum, and quickly released him before gently taking hold of his balls and lightly coaxing them back down again, hoping to forestall what she was inevitably trying to make him do. As much as she found that she was enjoying herself, and the apparent power she had over him, Celestine had to draw this out. If she didn't Navira might have had the time to grow bored of him and dispose of him. Never mind the fact that she'd be able to enjoy herself that much longer if she drew it out. Pulling away slightly, Celestine spoke, still looking up at him. "Now now... won't you last a little longer for me?" She purred at him, hoping to encourage him to tough it out for a while longer.



"Mnnn... Fuck, if it means I get to feel my cock in your mouth, I'd do anything for you babe." The attendant replied, making Celestine smile and blush lightly at his words. "Now who blushes?" He asked, teasing her using her own words.



Still, it only made her giggle a little in response before she gave him a moment or two to recover. But before she suspected he would be ready, he was nodding at her to keep going, even though Celestine wasn't sure if he could handle it. Still, she couldn't stall if he was ready to go, not with Navira sitting right there. So instead she resumed her original plan, and soon she was slowly kissing up the underside of his shaft, until she eventually came to the head of his cock, pausing there for a moment. She met his eyes once more and let her lips hover over the sensitive flesh, teasing him as her shallow quick breaths washed over him.



"Come on!" he almost rumbled at her, his hands beginning to let go of the sheets. But the moment Celestine saw it; she let him go and backed away from him, her eyes warning him.



"What did I tell you?" Celestine demanded lightly, her eyes telling him that if he didn't reply properly, this would all be over.



He grit his teeth as she watched him fight to control his lust. She couldn't say that he was wholly successful, but after a few moments, he pressed his hands back down and spoke up, his voice shaking in strain. "T-to sit here with my hands down..."



"Good boy." Celestine replied as she favoured him with an approving smile. A moment later his reward only increased as she kissed the spot she had been teasing just a moment ago, before letting her tongue slip out again and flick it back and forth there several times in quick succession.



"Oh FUCK!" The steward roared before throwing his head back. Celestine smiled for a moment before she slowly engulfed him inch by inch. At some point he must have looked back down at Celestine as he groaned in pure pleasure before speaking up. "Damn that's a beautiful sight." Celestine glanced up to meet his gaze as she continued slowly down his shaft and couldn't help but smile when she felt his cock twitch inside her mouth as their eyes met.



Soon though, the flight attendant's eyes went wide with surprise as Celestine sunk deeper onto his member, only to shudder hard as he felt his cock press against the back of her throat. It was during that moment that he wondered if that was as far as she could go, but a moment later, Celestine pressed on, and instantly he was fighting not to cum right there as he felt her start to deep throat him. Worse though, was some ungodly instinct telling him to abandon her orders and simply grab her head and ram his cock all the way down her throat, completely heedless of what harm it may or may not do her. It wasn't something he would have normally done though, and while the urge confused him, he realized that one of the biggest reasons he wasn't giving into such impulses was because Celestine seemed well on her way to taking his whole length without his help... If she had stopped when he met the back of her throat, he didn't know what he would have ended up doing.



Celestine meanwhile was fighting very hard not to lose focus and end up gagging on him. It helped some that she was enjoying herself immensely, and her soaked panties only proved it. She was only managing at all though because of what practice she had with Tristan, though she had to admit that she hadn't gone this far even with him.



Soon enough though Celestine found herself at her limit; hardly more than an inch away from the shaved base of his shaft. She tried to take that last inch but it was too much, and soon she pulled back away, gasping for air as she stared at the cock almost dripping with her saliva as strings of it hung between the fully erect member and her lips. Seeing such things sent a shiver of perverse delight through her, and before she knew what she was doing, Celestine's free hand was slipping into her pants and under her panties where she began to finger herself rapidly.



"Sucking cock gets you hot huh?" The attendant asked, though with none of his usual swagger. Instead his words came out between his own gasping breaths. "Fuck that was good... More... Please just a little bit more." He openly begged, fighting to keep his hands flat against the bed. "Fuck sakes... if you don't give it to me I..." His voice shuddered badly as the dark impulses that drove his lust continued to grow. "I won't be able to stop myself..." He admitted, realizing for the first time that what he was thinking about could easily devolve into rape... Unfortunately, he found that he was caring less and less about such things as time continued on so it didn't worry him for long...



Yet Celestine only purred at his words, thinking them nothing more than an attempt at talking dirty. The hand she was using to hold the base of his cock began to stroke up and down his solid shaft as she looked up to him, her voice seductive and tempting. "Hummnn... while seeing you lose control completely is a compelling thought, I am not so cruel. You've been good for the most part, so I'll reward you appropriately..." Celestine didn't wait for a response as she sank back down onto his cock and began to bob her head over a good portion of his length. Every stroke of her lips was accompanied by her tongue dancing across his sensitive flesh inside her mouth. Soon enough she began to moan and hum upon his cock, as her own fingers began to work her up into her own orgasm.



In between his grunts and the feeling of her own fingers slipping in and out of her pussy, the reasons for what she was doing slipped away from Celestine... Part of her knew she was doing this to protect the man she was currently sucking off from Navira, but ultimately that fell away in comparison to how much she was enjoying herself, and the powerful sensation she felt from not only her own pleasure, but from the power she held over him. She was calling the shots at the moment, and despite his words, she knew she could stop him from taking control.



Soon though she could feel him begin to reach his limit, and she pulled away from him, just enough so she could speak as she met his gaze once again. Somehow her tone and voice didn't fluctuate at all, and held the tantalizingly seductive nature that made him shake with want. "You're just about there aren't you?" She asked as she resumed stroking him with her hand. "That's good... I want it. Give it to me." Celestine demanded as her own climax loomed over her. "Give me your cum now!" She commanded, before sticking out her tongue and pressing the tip of his cock upon it, as she continued to stroke him, her eyes never leaving his as they shone with dominating directive.



A moment later and the flight attendant was roaring out his orgasm, and Celestine felt the first shot of his hot cum splash against her tongue. A wave of pleasure exploded throughout her, triggered by the sense of power she had over him and knowing she was the one that made him cum. It took only a second more before Celestine was cumming upon her own fingers as she kept them driving in and out of herself even as her pussy convulsed around them.



Soon the flight attendant was spent though, and Celestine leaned back and closed her lips to slowly swallow the cum she had demanded from him. By the time she was done, her own climax had subsided, and left her whole body tingling in delight. Glancing up to him again, she smiled lightly and then got to her feet, even as he looked to her with half lidded eyes still lost in pleasure. "That was more entertaining than I thought it would be. Thank you." She allowed simply as she smiled down at him.

<hr pg="8" />"Mnn... no, thank you." he replied woozily, his exploits and exertions beginning to catch up with him, even as a satisfied smile spread across his features.



Without thinking about it, Celestine reached out and gently pushed upon his forehead with a single finger, and couldn't help but giggle as he fell back flat on the bed, almost completely out of it. Having been quite satisfied herself, Celestine turned towards where she had stored her bags, fully intent getting fresh panties and changing. Yet when she turned, she found Navira still sitting in her chair, without a lick of clothing, watching Celestine curiously. Without thinking, Celestine spoke up, her voice calm but direct. "I hope that was entertaining enough for you Lady Navira."



Navira cocked her head lightly as she glanced past Celestine, noting that their flight attendant had gone and fallen asleep. A moment later she looked up to Celestine and smiled. "It was. I must say you were surprisingly enthusiastic about the opportunity to draining his balls... Quite a shift from your earlier stance." Navira informed gently, taking a sip from her wine glass again. It was at that point that Celestine realized that the first wine glass that she had made up earlier was empty, and that she was already working on the second one.



Celestine shrugged at her words though, before eventually replying. "I got more into it once he started to behave." Celestine informed casually before heading over to her bags. "Besides, I did it in order to protect him from you. Believe it or not, I'm not someone who is terrified by sex or is sexually repressed, so while I might not like being forced into situations like this, it doesn't mean I can't take some pleasure out of them." Celestine explained as she got her bag out of storage.



"Well... you're not repressed anymore anyway." Navira added, glancing over her shoulder at Celestine with a devious smile. Celestine looked back to her, fighting to keep her annoyance out of her gaze but only halfway succeeding. Yet after a moment she got over her frustration and simply stored her bags away again before walking towards the bathroom. "You're going to go to the bathroom to change?" Navira asked a bit surprised. "I mean it seems kind of pointless. Two of the three people back here are already naked."



Celestine paused and glanced back to Navira. "But I'm not... And I don't see a reason to change that."



"Is this your defiance Celestine?" Navira asked, clearly pleased by Celestine's words.



"Perhaps." Celestine replied noncommittally. "Or perhaps I just like changing in private. Maybe I even want you to imagine what I look like while I'm changing." Celestine suggested, as she smiled to Navira calmly, though it was apparent the smile never reached her eyes. "Or maybe this really is what little defiance I can sow against you... for now anyway" Celestine finally added. "But I'll leave that for you to decide." Celestine finished as she turned away again, and headed into the bathroom...

