Demonic Submission Ch. 28byTheLastChaosLord©
I'd like to start off by thanking WanderingMindGames who helped proof this chapter, and who is as always, a wonderful sounding board for my various ideas.
This chapter is about Celestine recovering from her 'punishment' as well as Tristan dealing with Helena and what not. The later half of the chapter is a good summary of what the Fell Born are as Celestine finally forces the issue with Tristan.
As always, I hope you all enjoy, and as ever, I'm open to feedback and commentary.
Thanks for reading!
"Oooww...." Celestine hissed out as she awoke; her whole body stiff with the pleasant post sex ache that she was becoming more and more accustomed too. However, there was also a very sharp and painful tenderness present in her ass... She slowly tried to sit up, but the pain was enough to make her gasp and she quickly fell back onto her side. "Well... that shouldn't be a surprise..." Celestine said to herself dryly. Tristan had taken her anal virginity after all, and by the end of it, both of them were so absorbed in fucking each other that it was no wonder Celestine was in pain now. She was silently thankful that she bore the Demonic Marks. Without them, she doubted if she would even be able to move at all right now. Tristan had been gentle at first, but once she became accustomed to him in her ass, he had really let her have it. If she were a normal human, she'd probably be in some serious trouble.
Celestine eventually relaxed, not really recalling how she had gotten back into her room. Though she supposed it didn't really matter. The thought of Tristan carrying her here and slipping her under her covers sent a pleasant tingle through her that she didn't resist. Thinking about him drove Celestine's mind to wander back to her morning activities... Of how Tristan forced her to toss away the shackles that she once used to protect herself by binding her physically. Of how he began to dominate her even before her eyes were open by binding and blindfolding her... And how he had reinforced his command over her by finger fucking her in the middle of a hallway, for anyone too see, only to reinforce it again later, when she had tried to get off her knees, by pushing her down again and forcing her suck his cock...
Celestine surprised herself when she found herself smiling happily as she recalled such things, and how her pussy warmed and began to grow damp again, even though the memories had taken place no more than a few hours ago... She began to force her deviant thoughts down, entirely on impulse. Old habits telling her that feeling such things was wrong, and that she shouldn't fall prey to her baser emotions and desires.
Seriously? After all that, and our big epiphany, and that oh so magnificent fucking, you're going to clam up again and lock everything away? Celestine wasn't surprised to hear her inner voice speak up. While it still sounded lovely and tempting, Celestine could hear the disbelieving and annoyed undertone to it. Some days I can't believe we are one in the same...
"Hey now." Celestine responded openly, "I didn't mean to bottle it back up okay? It's just a habit." Celestine relaxed and shivered lightly as she let herself experience her memories instead of repressing them. Remembering how she drove Tristan into an almost rabid lust made her giggle lightly to herself, and made her heart skip a little faster as she knew how badly he wanted her. Still, she didn't let herself be overwhelmed by her memories, and took care not to lose herself to them.
A habit I'm happy to see us breaking free of, even if you are still restraining yourself. Celestine felt her other side's presence snuggle up along behind her before she felt its spectral arm wrap around her side and hug her gently. It's presence seemed to ease the soreness throughout Celestine's body, especially the sharp pain in her bottom... Though I hope this isn't a temporary thing and that you've finally figured it out.
"Oh shut up." Celestine grumbled lightly. "I get it alright? I get that denying myself like I was only meant that I was hurting myself." Celestine let out a slow sigh and eventually continued, her voice far less sure of itself. "I find myself wondering if my life has been... wasteful. I mean... this morning felt wonderful... Even as I was bound and hampered in almost a half a dozen ways, I felt... free... For the first time in a long time I felt free."
Heh... at least you are beginning to get it... But I don't think I'd call our life thus far wasteful; deprived and sheltered perhaps, but not wasteful. But does it really matter anyway? Why linger on the past...Why not keep enjoying our present and look forward to the future, hum? We loved every second of this morning; at least we did after we got over our fears and hesitation that is. Her inner voice assured.
"It... It was pretty good..." Celestine admitted, a shy blush coming to her cheeks. She found it hard to see herself in those memories, wanton moans and wails escaping her lips... it just seemed so out of character for her. A pleasant shiver ran through Celestine and she wasn't sure if was hers, or if it belonged to her spectral partner's, or if it perhaps belonged to the both of them.
Good? It was fucking great and we both know it. How he controlled us, how he paraded us around proudly... Remember how those demons wished they could have us? How we could smell the scent of desire surrounding us? I bet by the time we were leaving, they couldn't help but start fucking each other senseless... Imagine that... we triggered an orgy.
Celestine blushed harder, even as a second shiver ran through them both. Now Celestine was sure. Sure that the flush of erotic pleasure that ran through her other side, ran through her as well. But she eventually answered. "I guess it could have happened, given how Tristan was talking... But I don't recall smelling anything... Besides, desire is an emotion, not a smell..."
Her other side giggled pleasantly. Oh it has a scent. But I'm not surprised you didn't really notice it. By that point Tristan had his cock in our face, and I'm guessing that was all you could focus on... Not that I can blame you.
Celestine began to think of that exact moment and didn't realize she was lightly licking her lips hungrily at just the memory of it, a slight lustful longing written on her features. A moment later she blushed all over again as she found herself unwilling to stop the memories from flooding back in. The taste of him in her mouth, his size and shape, how hot his cock was against her tongue... The feeling of him cumming into her mouth and how the taste of him made her cream herself in front of everyone... A light moan escaped Celestine's lips as she recalled the wonderfully erotic experience...
It's just a shame we couldn't see them all. Her other side commented.
"What do you mean? It was kind of hot being blindfolded like that." Celestine responded, smiling naughtily at her own brazen words.
Oh don't get me wrong, it was. But maybe just at the end or something, when we were being led out by Tristan. We would have liked seeing how we made them lose themselves utterly to their lust. I bet they were tearing each others clothes off and fucking each other out of their minds by the time we were walking out. Imagine what that would have looked like, full of desperate unfulfilled lust as they fixed their eyes upon us...wishing they could fulfill their perverse and debased fantasies upon our soft and inviting flesh...
Celestine shivered again at the vivid picture her inner thoughts painted. She saw herself, naked and helpless, before an audience of demons... They looked at her hungrily for a moment, but no more than that, before they threw themselves at her, burying her beneath a tide of hot flesh and carnal desires... Celestine felt her hand beginning to slide down towards her crotch, but she stopped herself before she actually started touching herself. She couldn't help but chuckle at herself for how quickly she went to masturbation. One would think she would be satisfied after a morning full of fucking and utter carnal debauchery.
Oh please... Her inner voice spoke up in response to Celestine's thoughts. That's the great thing about fantastic sex...you can never really have enough. Like earlier when Tristan fucked our pussy, damn that was good. We honestly expected he'd keep going like that all morning, and we both know we would have welcomed it happily if he had.
Celestine sighed to herself, reminded of how great it really was by the pleasant throbbing ache in her pussy. "Yea... I really did expect him to keep going... But... well..." Celestine worried at her lower lip as she paused, suddenly feeling slightly self conscious.
Well what? Her inner voice asked playfully. Celestine even felt her invisible fingers walking up her side, tickling Celestine slightly as they ascended.
"You apparently know my thoughts, so it's not like I need to say it." Celestine responded stubbornly.
Of course I do. I am you after all, just a different side of you. But that doesn't make saying what you have on our mind any less important. Celestine rolled her eyes at her inner voice's point, even though it was accurate... They both knew how putting thought to word had an impact on a person. Tristan had proved that when he forced her to admit that he was in control of her...
"I wouldn't have minded if he kept going the way he was... But I'm happy that he did the anal thing too... despite the resulting discomfort." Celestine admitted; her voice lighter than she suspected even as she fought off the lingering pain. "I mean... I've been wondering what anal would be like for a while now."
We've wondered what it would be like? Yea Right... It would be more accurate to say we've fantasized about it, and more than a just a little. Hell, he more or less fulfilled one of our biggest fantasies of forcing himself onto us and taking us up the ass, whether we wanted him to or not. Just like in our dreams, we were worried and confused by it first... Celestine felt the spectral presence shift lightly from behind her, almost like she was moving to whisper in her ear, and when she spoke again, her voice was low and had a raunchy undertone. But soon we realized we fucking loved it, and started driving back into him, trying to get him to blow his load in our ass...
Celestine quaked hard at her own thoughts and the memories that poured in after them... For a long moment she didn't say anything, and instead just writhed in the erotic recollections and the pleasure that coursed through her... It was only after a few minuets that she realized that the euphoria she felt wasn't waning like she expected. But then that was likely because her hand had slipped between her legs at some point and began playing with her pussy and clit. Celestine whimpered as she helplessly watched her hand play with her cunny, finding that she couldn't stop herself. The notion that she had no control over herself only made the pleasure she felt grow stronger as she began to twitch and buck at her own touch.
"Y-you're doing this, aren't you?" Celestine asked weakly as her hips began to grind against her own fingers, moving as if with a mind of their own.
Yes. Her other wide whispered lowly. Do you want me to stop?
Celestine felt her toes beginning to curl as her building orgasm began to loom over her. "Y-you know what I want..." Celestine tried, her voice betraying the pleasure she felt.
Yes I do. But you still have to say it.
"D-Don't stop... Please don't stop!" Celestine almost shouted out suddenly, a shudder rippling through her as her breath accelerated and her heart began to thunder.
That's right... We both want this... Thinking about this morning has made us horny again, and there's really only one proper way to fix that. So just sit back and let's enjoy this.
Celestine quaked again as her orgasm began to loom over her. Despite herself and knowing she should be concerned about how her other side seemed to be able to take over, Celestine did in fact take her invisible partners' advice, and just let it happen...
Soon though, Celestine began to feel her other side pulling back, even though she hadn't reached her peak yet... Without even thinking about it, Celestine picked up the slack, and her free hand slipped down between her legs and began to finger herself quickly, even as her other hand continued to slide up and down her slit. It didn't take long for Celestine's whimpers of pleasure and short gasps to fill the room as she shivered and bucked at her own touch, obscured from sight by her bed covers as thoughts of how Tristan had fucked her so completely this morning kept running round and round in her head. She couldn't help but remember so much of this morning: the taste of his cum in her mouth, the feel of him pounding her pussy so perfectly, the sensation of him blasting her insides of her ass with his seed... These were the things that sent her tumbling over the edge into her orgasm.
Celestine came hard while gasping Tristan's name, and quickly collapsed again as her orgasm played itself out. Soon she was numb and sore all over again, and weariness began to tug her back towards sleep once more. Weakly, Celestine spoke to her other side, who still lingered over her. "How...how do you do that? Control me like that..."
There we go again, asking something foolish. I am you, you are me...We did this to ourselves, nothing more nothing less.
"But it happened without me even thinking about it..." Celestine replied as her eyelids began to droop and grow heavy.
It isn't a question of thinking about it or not. Pleasure is best when it's spontaneous and natural. We're beginning to just let it happen, and there isn't anything wrong with that...
Celestine mumbled something incoherent as her eyes closed, sleep dragging her down again, a satisfied ache still running through her as a fulfilled smile spread across her lips.
"My Lord... might I ask something?" Ivy queried carefully, following behind Lord Durial and Claude as they walked together.
"Of course Ivy." Durial replied happily. Ever since he came back from whatever it was he was doing, Ivy had noticed Durial had a bit of a spring to his step. She had heard him roar out in rapture a little while ago, his voice literally echoing throughout his home for all to hear. Ivy suspected that whomever he had been fucking had been a great lay indeed and despite her most recent error in judgment, Ivy felt slightly envious of whoever had had the pleasure of being fucked senseless by her Lord...
Still, she spoke up, keeping her own desires in check for now. "I was curious as to what sort of person we'll be examining? I mean... I think I'll be able to recognize the 'infection' once I see it, but there is no guarantee I'll be able to coax said soul out."
Claude responded easily. "The woman in question is normally a very proud woman. I do not foresee any issues with you being able to remove her soul."
"I do not mean to question you sir, but... I'm a demon of lust... It's kind of my specialty... wouldn't a demon of pride be more suited to this?" Ivy asked, trying to point out reasons for why she shouldn't be doing this.
"Nonsense." Durial replied. "I know your second sphere is pride. We all know you love crushing mortals under your boot simply because you know you are better than them. Grinding whatever pride they have into dust before turning them into punishment hungry fiends. No, you will do perfectly well for this I think." Durial elaborated.
Despite herself and her reservations, Ivy basked in what she perceived as praise from her Lord and pushed her worries aside for a moment. "Well, if you think I am up to the task my lord, than who am I to refuse?" Ivy was rewarded for her words with a slight smile from her Master before they continued on.
Eventually they reached what Ivy guessed was one of the parlors in Tristan's home. However she was slightly surprised when Claude opened the doors to reveal a chamber full of darkness. What light entered the room was from the hallway, and the large windows had been covered up with heavy curtains... Claude stepped back into the hall and brought in a large candle stand, which he preceded to light once he had it set up in the center of the chamber.
Ivy had no problem seeing in the darkness, and she knew Lord Durial had no issues with the inky blackness, so she wondered why Claude would do such a thing. But it quickly became apparent after a few moments when from the dark corners of the room, a human scurried towards the light. In an instant Ivy saw that the woman was frantic and half mad with fear... Her eyes continually darting back and forth, glaring at the looming shadows that filled the room, as if something horrible would leap out and feast upon her. Ivy however saw beyond that as well, and could sense a great deal of broken pride in this woman... She had been humbled, and humbled badly by someone quite recently... Bad enough to shatter whatever sanity she had once...
Durial caught her attention as he snapped his fingers a few times. "Miss Variess, it's time that you answer a few of my questions. Do you think you could do that for me?" Durial asked, and Ivy could sense him beginning to press his power very lightly, making the mortal forget her fear for a moment as she looked him over hungrily.
"Y-yes..." The woman croaked, and to Ivy's ears, it sounded as if she had spent hours screaming... Though there wasn't a mark on her, so Ivy doubted it was because of physical torture. Still, after a moment the woman glanced to the flames on the lit candles again, and seemed enraptured by them, like they were the most important thing in the world to her.
"Good... Now let's start with a simple one. Helena, you were once Celestine's manager; is that correct?" Tristan asked softly.
Helena's eyes snapped to Tristan, anger flaring in them for a moment. "I am her manager. Stupid slut just doesn't know her place. Has she been telling lies about me behind my back!?" Helena snapped out at Durial, quickly jumping to conclusions.
Ivy saw Helena had more to say, but was silenced when Durial reached out to one of the dozen lit candles, and pinched it out calmly. Instantly the room grew markedly dimmer, and Ivy noticed Helena became very still and quiet. "Now... are we going to have any more outbursts, or are you going to answer my questions calmly?" Durial asked plainly, even as Ivy saw Helena shudder lightly. Still, Ivy wondered who this 'Celestine' woman was...
"Y-yes... please... just don't put out any more lights..." Helena begged, hands lifting slowly as if reaching to shield the small torches.
"That depends entirely upon your behavior and how you answer me." Tristan replied easily. "Now... you've known Celestine since she joined the company you work at. During those first few weeks, what were your impressions of her?"
Helena frowned, anger beginning to overcome her sense again before she spoke. "She was a conniving little bit- Wait! I'm sorry!" Helena desperately cried out as Durial reached for another candle.
"I want honesty Helena, now tell me the truth." Durial warned plainly, apparently unconcerned about how much this woman seemed to fear the darkness.
"Fine... Yes... I..." Helena lifted a hand and began nibbling at her nails as she tried to think. Gnawed on what was left of her nails anyway... Ivy could see her finger nails had been bitten down to raw stubs, her fingers bloody in some cases... "She... she showed promise... I liked her... thought I could... could help her? Yes... I think that was how I felt." Helena answered, apparently confused by her own memories. "I wanted to see her advance in the company. But not the way I did..."