Demonic Submission Ch. 34byTheLastChaosLord©
Hello again all.
Here is the latest chapter from my Demonic Submission Series, and I hope everyone enjoys it.
As I'm sure some people of noticed, my most recent works have been a little less grammatically refined then some of my previous work. This is because WanderingMindGames, my normal editor and beta reader is on a bit of a break, and when she gets back she'll return as my editor.
Now, onto this story. This chapter is essentially the meeting between Celestine and Ella, and the violent fallout that comes from it. Suffice it to say, Someone doesn't like the idea that Ella bears a mark, or that Markus went to go get Ella without Celestine ever being told.
Following that, Tristan explains to Celestine that her reactions are perfectly normal, even though she isn't really willing to accept why she lose it.
As ever, thank you for all the positive comments on previous chapters, and I hope you all enjoy this chapter! As always I'm open to comments and constructive criticism.
Celestine stepped out of her bathroom and glanced to Rena as she towelled her hair, only to find the small demoness still soundly asleep in her bed. Despite having just finished cleaning up from her last tussle in the sheets with Rena, seeing her friend laying helpless and naked in her own bed sent a slight shudder through Celestine. Rena was perfectly adorable laying there, half curled up and dozing. It would be easy to take advantage of the situation, but Celestine thought better of it. As much fun as it would be to have another romp, she figured she had been in bed most of the day already, and evening was beginning to fall. So instead, she simply pulled up the covers and tucked Rena in, who's resulting smile tugged on Celestine's heartstrings.
Without even meaning to, Celestine began to ponder her relationship with Rena as she began to look through her closet. It wasn't that she loved Rena as a romantic partner or anything, but Rena's vulnerability was a feature that made her yearn to touch and hold her. To kiss and tease Rena, and to hear her voice moan and whimper as Celestine commanded her.
Celestine shook her head quickly and forcefully took hold of such thoughts, fully aware that if she just let them run rampant she wouldn't be able to stop herself from hopping back into bed with Rena... Instead she focused on her unique relationship with Rena. She couldn't call the small demoness her girlfriend or anything like that, as she was quiet certain that while Rena might have been devoted to her, and Celestine to her, Rena wasn't in love with her like a romantic partner. It would be better to say that Rena was, as ever, a friend with plenty of benefits. Though their most recent encounter brought out something in Celestine she didn't know was there: A clearly dominant streak that seemed to contradict the side of her that liked having control stripped away from her. Strange, and something that didn't worry her as much as it might have once. She wasn't an abusive dominant, nor did was she one that had any interest in physically torturing her partner with pain. Not that she could really hurt Rena, even if she wanted to.
Celestine shook her head again and pushed it all aside and tried to decide on something to wear. As she looked over the various ensembles, Celestine couldn't help but smile and grin as she pondered how each would make Tristan respond. Most of them were form fitting pieces that enticed and excited those who looked upon them. But with Tristan, their effect only seemed to be amplified, and she enjoyed every moment of it.
But as she pondered, she realized that there was an issue when it came to Markus living here... Almost all of her clothes were pretty showy, and she was hoping to remain at least somewhat modest around him. Realizing that, she tried to find something simpler that might not surprise him so badly. Yet even as she thought about it and looked for other clothes, she kept finding herself gravitating to the clothes that she actually wanted to wear. Clothes she knew highlighted her attractive body and looked beautiful on her. "Do I really need to hide myself behind plain clothes?" She asked herself, not really sure of how Markus would feel if he saw her in such things. She knew how Tristan would respond of course, and that brought another slightly mischievous smile to her lips, but she focused on Markus for now, hoping not to ruin his impression of her.
Yet the more she thought about it, the more she found herself realizing that if Markus probably didn't care overly much about what she wore. Nothing in here made her look like an utter tramp, even though more than a few of them bordered on risqué. It wasn't like these were 'barely there' clothes, and all of them were perfectly acceptable to wear outside and the like, even if they might draw the gaze of the easily impressed or those with a lustful streak. The only one that was perhaps too much was dress she wore to court, which while it still covered more than some bathing suits, it wasn't much more. Not that she would wear that just around Tristan's home...
Celestine quickly made up her mind and picked matching pants and top and slipped them on with ease. They were black and were almost completely skin tight and each had patterns cut out of the fabric. The pants had four oval openings cut down the front of each leg from the waist of the paints down to just above the knee, each opening was held together with golden clasps holding the pattern's shape. The top was a shoulder less piece, with sharp patterns cut from the sides that curled around her body and towards her stomach, while more of a similar pattern was cut over the cleft of her breasts, showing an alluring amount of cleavage but not so much to be slutty.
Once she had it on, Celestine couldn't help but blush slightly as she looked in the mirror. When John had her try this on back at his boutique, she had told herself she'd die if she wore the matching set in public, even though they were hardly the most revealing clothes he had her wear, but now she couldn't help but revel in it as she looked at herself in the mirror. She knew it would make Tristan pine for her, though she was still hesitant to show it off to Markus. Honestly, it held a lot of similarities to clubbing clothes that she had seen during her nights out before, though this was obviously of higher quality and craftsmanship. It felt like it had almost been made specifically for her, and it fit so well that it looked like someone had poured it onto her.
Pushing aside her hesitation, Celestine decided she had dallied enough. Even if Markus wasn't the sort to find such clothes attractive or even acceptable, she did like them, and she wasn't going to stop wearing the things she liked for his sake. Celestine liked Markus, and respected his abilities, but she wasn't going to let his perceptions of her, whatever they may be, run her life.
Celestine glanced back to Rena just as she was at her door, and found her mind eased by the site of her still sleeping soundly before she took off.
"Oh for fuck sakes..." Ivy groaned as she looked at the two dead bodies lying in the room in front of her, sprawled over the less than perfectly clean bed... "What did I tell you two?!" Ivy snapped at the Hanlina sisters, who were currently half hidden behind the door. They were twins, and they often went by Han and Lina, but honestly Ivy couldn't keep the two of them sorted out so she rarely called them by their names.
"You told us that there was to be," one of them began, before the other picked up and finished the sentence, "no more coke in the bordello." They replied quietly.
"So what is that?" Ivy snapped angrily as she pointed at the dead prostitute, her stomach and nose covered in white powder. "And that?" She pointed at the dead man's moustache, dusted heavily with more of the white powder. The twins looked to each other, clearly hoping their opposite would answer for them, but neither seemed to muster up the courage. "It's coke." Ivy explained lowly, clearly pissed off. "No wonder you two never made any real money before I came along! You're customers and prostitutes keep dying on you!"
One of the twins spoke up shakily, clearly afraid of the more powerful demoness. "We told the girls no more coke, and the new batch that Lord Durial sent us have been good, but some of the older girls are having trouble kicking the habit." The other also added something of her own. "Some of our customers like snorting it off the girl's bodies... It's been a staple around here for a while. Inevitably the customer wants the girl to do it too, and being as obedient as they are, they can't help but listen to the customer."
Ivy grit her teeth before holding out her hand towards the one who just finished and motioned for her to come closer. Of course, the younger demoness quailed at first, but Ivy's annoyed glare demanded she approach. A moment later the sharp snap of Ivy's hand across her cheek was quickly followed by the sounds of Ivy striking her over and over. After about a minuet of it, Ivy stood up and straightened herself out, ignoring the curled up form of her subordinate lying in front of her, face puffy from the beating she just received. "You," Ivy began, looking to the other twin, "who are the girls supposed to be loyal to, us and Lord Durial, or the customers?"
"L-Lord Durial?" She replied afraid, her voice shuddering lightly.
"Correct." Ivy spat. "It's good to know at least one of you isn't completely stupid." Ivy sneered before looking back at the bodies. "Get these cleaned up and disposed of." Ivy ordered as she turned away and began to head towards the door, only to pause as the two demonic twins began to work. "What are you supposed to do first though?" Ivy asked bluntly.
The twins looked to each other again before the uninjured one replied. "Take all the money in his pockets?" She guessed more then answered.
"Very good." Ivy replied dryly, finding their idiocy astounding. How the two of them were ever successful was beyond her. She shook her head and took her leave, pondering how she should make sure the other human dumpsters didn't degrade themselves any further with more coke. It had been a major problem when she first got here, and the fact that it wasn't sorted out already was pissing her off. She understood that the Hanlina sisters specialized in chemical addictions and the physical pleasures that could be obtained by such means, but this was a whore house and despite what some might think, the a hooker strung out on drugs does not make money.
Kefan watched the exchange between that snobby bitch Ivy and the Hanlina through a small crack in the wall from the room just next door to where the three of them bickered. Kefan had been coming to the Hanlina's sister's establishment for years, and had been one of their preferred demonic customers for much of that time, despite the fact that Kefan was an independent.
Simply put, Kefan wasn't loyal to any lord or noble. In fact, he wasn't loyal to anyone but himself, and that's the way he liked it. He didn't have to answer to any of the more powerful demons out there, and given that he was just a lesser envy demon with a splash of lust thrown in, there were a lot of more powerful demons out there.
Still, he had survived well enough on his own, and even made a few allies who were willing to look the other way whenever he was skulking about. Or at least that was the case, until that cunt Ivy showed up. The Hanlina sisters hadn't warned him that she was coming to take over their prostitution ring, thanks to the all-mighty Lord Durial. As such, he had walked in completely unaware and ran right into Ivy, and Ivy wasn't so willing to look the other way...
Normally independents were hated by higher status demons, because of the drain on their own resources that the independents often brought with them, as well as the attention that their activities brought, as they didn't have the means of disposing of their victims like many of the non-independent demons did. She had nearly killed him right there, but had settled on humiliating him instead. Ivy had nearly killed him right there for Durial, but instead she settled on humiliating him instead. She had made him grovel for his life, and kiss her feet, only for her to kick him horribly and make him kiss the ground she walked on instead.
The floor of a seedy whore house that was rarely cleaned...
She had spared him of course, but demanded that he pay three times the normal going rate if he wanted to get his rocks off, when normally he didn't have to pay at all. Usually Kefan got the twins info on who was selling what drugs cheaply, which they in turn used to sell their customers during their trysts. But now that Ivy was here, the twins didn't raise a hand to help him, too afraid of Ivy to do anything, and clearly hoping that he wouldn't mention his past association with them or their brothel.
But Kefan knew Ivy wasn't all that powerful physically, even if she outclassed any of the three of them. Instead it was her status that kept her safe, and her direct connection to Durial. If any of them raised a hand against her, Durial would simply wipe them all away. Not that that knowledge lessened his anger at all. This was why he had found the hooker that most resembled Ivy, and was currently trying to choke her with his cock. Yet even as he tried to force her to gag on him, he continued to watch the twins as they picked themselves up.
"We need to get rid of her..." One of them said quietly, her face already healing as she began to rifle through the man's pockets. Strangely, her tone had changed completely, going from stupid and fumbling, to cold and methodical.
"That much is obvious." The second twin replied, her voice change mirroring her sibling's. "She's too damn bossy and..."
"loves putting down humans too much." The other picked up with ease. "Our bottom line is doing better yes, but we can't feed as often any more."
"No, no we can't. Not without those seeking pleasure in substance abuse." The second concluded. "But... Lord Durial sent her... we can't just get rid of her."
"Not directly... But..." The first paused, glancing towards the crack that Kefan was watching them through.
"Yes... that might work." The second responded, glancing strait at Kefan through the crack in the wall.
Kefan snapped up to his feet and away from the hole, knocking the hooker he was face fucking onto her ass as she began to have a coughing fit. How the hell did the two of them know about the spy hole? Kefan had always made sure to keep it hidden. He darted towards the door and pulled it open only to find one of the twins there, waiting for him, a relaxed smile upon her lips and a dark plan shining in her eyes. Not wanting any part of anything that would draw dangerous attention to him, Kefan turned and bolted towards the window, planning on taking the fire escape. Yet when he slid the tinted panel open, he found the second twin standing there patiently.
Staggering back, Kefan quickly found himself in the embrace of one of the sisters, holding him from behind and rubbing her chest against his back. "Oh, now Kefan, no need to run away..." She cooed into his ear.
"Indeed..." the twin replied as she stepped into the bedroom and pressed herself up against his chest, slowly grinding herself against the slightly shorter demon. "We just want to talk..."
"We have nothing to talk about!" Kefan replied sharply, squirming in their grasp. Already he could feel the two of them trying to use their powers on him and make him more pliable to their desires. "I won't do anything to draw attention to me!" he barked weakly, even as he felt his erection grinding against one of them...
"Oh you don't have to worry about that Kefan." The one behind him whispered before nipping at his ear. "Lord Durial will never know you helped us, and neither will Ivy." The other sister continued.
A part of Kefan knew better than to trust them, but try as he might, with so much succulent flesh pressed against him, he couldn't help but be distracted. "n-no... I shouldn't... I mean... No! I... I!"
"Shhhh..." The one in front of him hushed, before she pressed her lips against his, and slipped her agile tongue into his mouth. Yet even as she explored his mouth with her sweet tasting tongue, her twin continued. "We just want you to go to the police, and tell them about this place..." That piqued Kefan's interest, though it confused him. If the pigs came here, they would probably shut it down... yet even as the twin kissing him broke away, he never got a chance to speak, as her sister forced Kefan to turn to her, as she continued where her sibling left off.
"Tell them about Ivy and how she's the one who runs this place... They won't catch her, but they will shut this place down because of it, and then she'll be made to look a fool." One of them said... by this point Kefan was so engrossed by the tongue twisting kisses and their powers that he couldn't say 'no' anymore, and so he weakly nodded after the one kissing him pulled away.
"Good." They said in unison, before one fell to her knees and took up the prostitute's job and began to suck Kefan's cock, while the other returned to kissing him, and at the same time slipping a hand down to his bottom, where she began to work a finger up his ass, trying to stimulate his prostrate...
It didn't take long for Kefan to be completely lost to lust and excess, as the saliva of each of the sisters began to do its work... Both of them had the ability to generate a potent and highly addictive stimulant, which made every touch and suck feel better than should have been possible. It was no surprise when Kefan began to cum harder then he ever had before, and though he didn't recognize it, it was also no surprise when Han and Lina began to drink his soul out from his mouth and cock...
They didn't take much of course... Just enough to enslave him to their wills, and to ensure that he wouldn't have the presence of mind to think better of their proposition when he was out of their clutches... Still, it was enough to level Kefan for a while, and even though the twins withdrew from his weakened body, they basked in his addled lust, and drank it in ecstatically, even as they kissed each other and shared his cum back and forth between them. They would keep Kefan to themselves for a couple days, reinforcing their dominance over him until there was no risk of him betraying them on their mission to be rid of Ivy.
Celestine approached Markus's room, hoping to find him there rather than down in the dungeons working away on Tristan's sword. She didn't like it down there, but she supposed she'd have to get used to it if he was to work down there. Not that she knew exactly where he worked either, having had to go deal with Lavanna before she got to see it. However, as she walked down the hall, Celestine began to hear the sounds of another woman's voice coming from inside Markus's room.
"... it... it isn't working Markus." The unfamiliar woman began, her voice sounding light and reluctantly aroused. "Please... just stop touching it... Please stop... unn!"
Celestine frowned and simply opened the door, both worried that a succubus had tried to get her claws in Markus, and slightly annoyed by what she was hearing from inside his room. Yet as she entered she saw a slight woman sitting at the small table in Markus's room as he sat opposite of her, trying to manipulate a glove she wore... Yet Celestine could recognize the aroused blush that covered the woman's features as Markus continued to manipulate the glove. "Do... I even want to know what's going on here?" Celestine asked, more confused now than anything else.