Demonic Submission Ch. 29byTheLastChaosLord©
Hello again all.
Here is the latest chapter of the Demonic Submission Saga. I'd like to thank WanderingMindGames, as she was, as ever, a great source of help as an editor and sounding board. I'd also like to thank you folks who have been reading my story. Whether you just started or have been with me from the start, thank you.
This chapter largely finishes off Celestine's and Tristan's discussion, in which Celestine tries to get info about the Nephilim. However, in order to earn it, she must sit through a 'lesson' from Tristan. Topic of the lesson? Seduction. Read and you'll find where it ends up. =) That said, this chapter does also tell us some about the Nephilim, at least from a demon's perspective.
The second half of the chapter has to deal with Celestine and happening upon several demons that are overly 'curious' about her. That curiosity, and the ensuing issues, rouses something from inside Celestine, and it wants out.
Regardless, as always, I'm open to comments and I hope to hear from you guys.
Additionally, someone sent me an anonymous email a while back saying that they were hooked to my story after reading the first sentence. Unfortunately said reader did not tell me what that sentence was! If you are reading this, please email me the chapter, mostly to state my own curiosity.
Blake and the Rookie passed through the grounds and skirted around the various police vehicles that dotted the estate, behind them walked Hera, calm and vigilant as ever as the three of them approached the crime scene. The equipment shed was larger than what you'd normally find, but big estates required big equipment, so it wasn't so surprising to find something like this on Thanan's grounds. It also made an ideal place to dump a body. It was on the edge of the estate, far from the ever watchful security cameras, but still close enough that someone would notice the stink of rotting flesh eventually, but far enough that one wouldn't just happen upon it...
"This reeks of a set up." Laura piped in even before they got to the shed, and Blake found himself agreeing with her. He had heard the initial reports, saying that Ms. Helena Variess had been found murdered on the Thanan estate after an anonymous tip came into the station earlier in the morning. Blake had checked where the call had originated from using less than 'completely legal' means and found it was from one of the older parts of town where pay phones still existed, and far from any watchful security cameras. Worse, was all the evidence that seemed to point to Keebler Thanan as the murderer: letters between the suspect and victim, giving Thanan a nice ripe motive for murder, the kitchen knife that came from the house. Hell, they had even found hair samples from the suspect clenched in the victims' hands... All told, this was an open and shut case, and a man was going to get a life sentence for a murder he probably never committed...
Blake grunted his agreement to Laura. "Yea it sure as fuck does, but the others aren't going to see that right away, if they do at all." Blake commented lowly as they closed on the doors of the storage shed. Already other cops were getting out of their way, glaring angrily at the three of them for their interference. But just as he reached the doors Blake found himself stopping abruptly, finding Detective Carlson stepping out to meet him. Blake couldn't help but see that the man looked tired, and more than that, angry. It wasn't so much as to affect his job, but it might be enough to make Carlson look at the easy conviction rather than trying to see past the set up...
"Detective Blake, Detective Gales... It's good to see you both." Carlson greeted them as gently as he could, but his voice was still stiff and the courtesy was forced. "What can I help you with?"
"It's good to see you too Carlson." Blake replied honestly. "I know you're in the middle of surveying the scene, but I was hoping that me, the Rookie, and our specialist could take a look inside... privately."
Carlson frowned slightly. "If I say no, you'll just pull rank with SIT privileges, won't you?"
"I'd really rather not." Blake replied, still honest. "But yes, I will."
Carlson sighed gruffly before running a hand through his hair and looking to Hera. "Who's she? No offence but she doesn't look to be SIT. A fed maybe?"
Blake sighed inwardly, hating that Carlson was being nosey, but praising him for it at the same time. It was a good quality for a detective to have. Open and shut cases like this could be fouled up by outsiders pretty easily, so it was no wonder he was being careful with who came in and out of the scene. "She's a specialist, and I can't give you her name or who she's with. She knows the song and dance, she won't mess up your crime scene."
Carlson shook his head and simply stepped out of the way after calling his officers out of the shed. Blake thought about thanking Carlson for letting this be done easily, but thought better of it, knowing the younger detective was already frayed enough by his presence alone. A moment later Blake and his companions were inside, looking at the half assed clean up that had taken place. More than a little bit of blood had been spilled here and there, but it had also been hastily cleaned up, made to look like it was done in a panic... It only took them a moment more to find the corpse of the woman they had been looking for. Without prompting, Hera stepped past them and began looking over the body. It only took her a moment before she looked back to Blake and Laura. "This body has been possessed recently. I can sense the taint that the demon left behind. My guess it was already dead when the demon possessed it, and then restarted basic functions to help set this scene up. It probably happened no less than half a day ago, and it was likely done by a Terrorgiest or a similar demon."
Blake nodded and looked to the rest of the scene. It was too neat... a proper attack would have messed the place up some... From the looks of it, the possessed corpse simply stood there and took it, defending itself only so much as to make it look like there was a struggle. Blake didn't look around for long, and disliked everything he saw. This was a set up, but he could never prove that, and he couldn't present evidence that would protect Thanan in court either... "Alright, let's get out of here. We know this is a set up, but we'll never be able to prove it." Blake turned and began to head out, but Hera spoke up, making him pause.
"A man is going to go to jail for the rest of his life if we don't prove his innocence. Can you live with the knowledge that you didn't do anything to help save him from that?" Hera asked coolly.
But Blake responded without hesitation. "Yes I can, because if I stop to try and save every poor soul that gets their lives shit all over by demons, I'm never going to get a chance to actually kill the demons. Save one person, or kill a demon and save the hundreds said demon would have cursed down the line... It's numbers Hera, pure and simple." Hera frowned but seemed to accept his answer, even if she looked at him as if she were disappointed in him. "Don't give me that look Hera. I'd love to be an idealist and help every soul I came across, but I'm only human. I hate the circumstance even more than you do, I assure you of that."
Hera's features softened and eventually she nodded. "My apologies. It's just my natural instinct to help the man who will take the fall for this." Blake didn't reply to that, and instead continued on his way out along with the others. The Nephilim were an odd bunch, he couldn't deny that. Did he find Hera's ideals enduring? Sure. But the real world was too brutal to save every soul. Still, he respected their desire and determination to try and do exactly that.
It wasn't until they were driving and already miles away from the scene that Blake noticed something was eating at Hera. "Are you still hung up on what is going to happen to Thanan?" Blake asked frankly.
"No. It's something else... That corpse... it had a strangeness to it, beyond the demonic possession I mean. Like it was tainted somehow... Even now that oddity is irking me... Making me feel like I have to act somehow..."
"Maybe you should check with Milana when we get back? She might know more about it than you." The Rookie suggested calmly. "For all we know, it might be an after affect of being close to the Fell Born."
"Wouldn't that be ideal?" Blake replied. It would be proof that Helena and Celestine were kidnapped by the same demon, and held relatively close to one another...
"Actually, while it might help with the investigation, it would be far from being ideal." Hera replied grimly. "It would mean that the Fell Born is growing in power... Power enough to leave a noticeable and lasting impact on the humans around her... Chances are that even if we found Helena alive, she would have been completely out of her mind by now..."
Celestine pulled away from Tristan, having to come up for air as she felt her heart thumping hard in her chest. She wasn't sure how long the two of them had been kissing, but she felt slightly light headed from the pleasant euphoria that inflicted her at the moment, a euphoria that was incited by his reassuring words and actions. She knew, that rationally speaking, his calming and consoling words were likely only for the sake of getting her to lower her guard, and that she shouldn't trust him at face value. But knowing that didn't make it easier to resist his allure, or the emotions his assurances and attentions stirred within her. It made her feel like he wanted her, for more than just her body or because she was Fell Born... It made her feel like he wanted her for who she was, not what she was.
Yet when she felt him try and pull her in again, Celestine resisted and pulled further away, trying to refocus. Still, she couldn't help but smile lightly when she felt her reluctance sent a new shallow wave of lust rippling through him. Still she set aside her carnal desires and looked at him. "You've gone and chased off all my self doubts and fears so I think that's enough of that, for now at least." She said with a thankful smile.
Tristan chuckled lightly before shaking his head. "Enough? Hardly... I would say we were just beginning. Why should we stop now?" He asked, voice low and promising to fill every carnal desire she ever had.
Celestine felt a flutter of her own lust stir in her at his words, but while she didn't force it down, she did resist its call to simply give in. For a moment she wondered if she resisted for the sake of getting more information, or to goad his desires. However it only took a moment more for her to realize that whatever the reason was, didn't matter... Both reasons were good reasons, so it was win-win in her mind... "Because, we aren't done talking." Celestine answered. "I still have more questions after all and you yourself have said we don't have all day." Celestine finished lightheartedly.
Tristan smiled at her lively tone, being pulled in willingly by her closeness and gentle voice. "I don't know what more I can tell you Celestine. I've told you everything I know about the Fell Born that actually might be helpful, and everything I've observed about you specifically." Tristan replied honestly.
"I know you have, and I'm satisfied with that for now. But I want to talk about something else. The Nephilim specifically... I know Elanace, the servant of Navira, is one, but what exactly are they? She looked like an angel, before Vestiem got his hands on her anyway. But you said they aren't angels." Celestine replied.
Tristan blinked a few times as he sat a little stunned by her line of questioning. "I'm surprised you are curious about them..."
Celestine shrugged gently. "So I'm inquisitive, that isn't that odd of a trait... Besides, something puts me on edge while I'm around Elanace, and I want to know why... It could be important for when I eventually end up in Navira's care."
"Humm..." Tristan pondered for a moment before shrugging back at her. "Sorry, but I don't recall ever agreeing to give a lecture on the Nephilim." He smiled to her once before he began to get up and began to pull his arm free from her grip.
However Tristan was stunned even further when he felt a sudden weight in his lap and looked to see Celestine had swung one of her legs across his hips. She was now straddling his lap in what could only be described as a highly suggestive and provocative position as she leaned forwards and looked to him. "No way." She said smoothly. "I finally got you talking, so I'm not going to let you go until all my questions have answers..."
Tristan could only chuckle at her words. "And pray tell how do you plan on stopping me from getting up? Just because you're sitting in my lap doesn't mean I can't just stand up and push you off." Tristan challenged calmly.
Celestine cocked her head a bit and smiled ever so lightly to him, giving an almost playful and innocent look to her already arousing features. "Oh... I'm sure I could come up with some sort of incentive..." Celestine suggested lowly as she leaned forwards a bit more, pressing her breasts up against his firm chest as she whispered into his ear. "Though what exactly, I'll leave up to your imagination..." She accented her point by nipping lightly at the lobe of his ear, letting out a light purr as she squirmed in his lap for a moment before pulling away entirely. "So won't you tell me?" Celestine asked...
Celestine, for her part, could feel her heart thundering in her chest so hard it felt like it was about to explode... It wasn't often that she acted like this, trying to tempt and arouse for her own gain, but she found that it held a powerfully exciting aspect to it. But more than that, she found she was having fun seeing Tristan react to her actions... She enjoyed seeing him try to keep his emotions from running away with him while keeping himself calm, but she knew the truth of it. She could feel how aroused her actions were making him through the demonic marks, but beyond that, she could see the barely contained lust shining in his eyes, fighting for dominance over logic and reason... She wondered how many times he had seen this look in her eyes, and she found herself reveling in the excitement of making him long for her... Yes, she was doing this for her own reasons, but beyond that, she loved how he looked at her, and how it made her feel. How it made her feel powerful and seductive, and that she was being longed for...
But even as Tristan felt his desire for her burn hotly, he couldn't help but recognize that Celestine was trying to tempt him into giving up knowledge with no actual promise of anything in return. But again, this didn't anger him. If anything it only made his excitement grow. He could see that she was enjoying herself as she tried to seduce him, and more than that, she was enjoying his reactions to the temptations she offered. He could sense the feeling of power it gave her, and he could tell she recognized that she was surprisingly good at it.
However what Tristan did next startled Celestine into stunned inaction. It surprised her because she was sure, that despite his desires for her and her attempts to tempt him, that Tristan would brush her off and that the game, as fun as it was, would be over... But Tristan defied her expectations, and instead seemed to be taking the bait she left dangling for him... She felt one of his hand slip up the side of her leg and around her waist before dipping into her pants and firmly squeezing her bottom. At the same time his free hand slid up her back and under her shirt, teasing his fingers up her spine, inciting a slight pleasurable shudder from her as he grazed the flesh of the hyper sensitive Demonic Mark that was stamped upon the small of her back. "Alright..." he finally responded lowly. "Ask your questions." He let out a low rumbling sigh that she could feel through her hands as they were pressed against his chest, held there to keep her balance.
Despite herself, and the fact that she was actually aiming for him to consent to her request, she had absolutely no idea what to do next... She had expected to be brushed off and laughed at. That she knew how to deal with. But this was completely new ground for her... She had him exactly where she wanted him, but what did she do with him now that she had him there?!
Tristan's low chuckle snapped her out her stunned inaction and she frowned lightly at him, blushing suddenly in embarrassment. "You are mocking me, aren't you?" She asked abashed and feeling quite silly. Celestine began to pull away again entirely by instinct.
"Not at all." Tristan replied instantly, his hold upon her bottom squeezing a little tighter as his hand upon her back pulled her back in. "I'm teaching you, so listen closely... Lesson one; always assume you're going to be successful in your seduction. It gives you a greater air of confidence and it makes your seduction seem like you are actually genuinely interested in having sex with your target... It doesn't hurt to be actually interested in fucking them either." Tristan added, his voice lowering another step as if he was sharing a dirty secret with her. "Not that you really need to seem more genuine... you are already frighteningly good at seeming sincere... but being surprised by your success is a pretty obvious give away."
Celestine listened, even though she couldn't meet his gaze. She still felt embarrassed, but as he spoke, that fell away, and she listened more intently. His final words sent a shock of pride through her, shoring up her confidence, even as she felt herself begin to go damp at the thought of this leading to him fucking her... Celestine realized that as much as she wanted the information, the notion of having sex with Tristan again was highly tempting... But she needed the knowledge she sought more than she needed to be screwed right now... So instead she nodded her understanding and a moment later she leaned in a bit deeper again, pressing her bosom against his strong body. Once again it took her a moment more to work up the courage, but after swallowing down her hesitation, Celestine spoke up, after lightly laying her head upon his shoulder before she bought into his lessons. "So... what comes next then? Do... do I just ask my questions, or do I need to do something else first?" Celestine was half surprised, half proud of her voice as she asked her question... It was low and seductive to the ear...
The pleased rumble that came from Tristan sent low quakes through Celestine, as she could feel it with delectable detail through her own bosom, made all the more sensitive as she felt her nipples begin to harden and stand erect... "Humm... Lessen two... Buttering your target up; unsurprisingly, you've actually already conducted the next step without even thinking about it. But in essence, you've already got your mark on the hook by this point, now it's time to show them that you're actually willing to reward them for their information by enticing them... For example, what you just did... pressing yourself up against me, letting me feel the swell of your breasts, laying your head upon my shoulder, all gave me the impression that you're willing to do more if I give you what you want. It entices them into action, in order to earn more of what you've offered already." Tristan explained calmly, though Celestine was slightly distracted as she felt his slow heavy breathing as she lay pressed up against his body.
Tristan continued to speak after a brief pause, as if he was taking a moment to enjoy the contact between the two of them... "You can get away with enticing them only sparingly, but it's best to offer incentive with each new question, otherwise the mark might get suspicious and back off. At the same time though, it's important not to go all the way before you get everything you are seeking... Doing so risks the mark getting everything he or she wants before you get what you want. Once they get what they wanted, it is likely the mark will back off or will have a moral epiphany and stop giving you information..." Tristan advised as his hand continued to dance up her back, until it finally found the clasp to her bra and began to gently play at it, eliciting a light whimper from Celestine.