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A Ravens Heart and a Witch's Soul....(Anaeria and runawayninja only please! )

The Aboleth, the name of the creature's ancient and thoroughly amoral race, was a psychic and like all of it's kind, a powerful one. It's realm was the realm of thought turned physical, the ability to manifest it's horrors, horrors a sane creature could not imagine or conjure up, and make them real. But against a beast without a mind to control or capture, it would have to get more...worldly. The Aboleth's long snaky tendrils lashed forth, four of them, each launching a bolt of psychic energy at her, meant to blow back her body and to hamper and dull her mind. It had effectively thrown Rafe and Naya out of the battle, and White Rose was still unconscious. It was just the otherworldly Aboleth and Ariana with her unbound rage.
 
The rage wasn't the psychic pull, but the magical pull was what Summoned the Aboleth, and though it's own psychic backlash was painful, it was NOTHING compared to the first time Ariana had Changed. That had been purest agony, sweetest pain, and she knew what it was to dull them with her own mind, to ignore the slashes of said pain. The tentacles were nothing to her, a shimmering bolt of energy all her own darting out from her mouth like a hummingbird as she opened her jaws, the little light zipping around and slicing through the beings' tentacles with a razors' precision, something within the light preventing the tentacles from regrowing. That wasn't her only trick however.

The Goddess of the Night wasn't well known amongst the mortal realm, she was just scattered fragments to them, like the Lunar Goddess and the Gods of the Sun and Day. Her goddess was with her, and together they got ahold of the Aboleths' mind, forcing it into a world all Ariana's making. A world of night, of moonlight and forests, of mist and shadow and absolute beauty to her own eyes. The beast became just that, a flesh and blood beast within that realm, and she was the Ultimate Predator there. A Summoning was more than just a connection. Done the right way, she could force a mind to see and experience the world that she wished, though to do so meant to leave her own body vulnerable to attack in the real world....yet it did the same for the Aboleth in return as she began to stalk the creature in that misty, deep forest gloom that was her home. ~"You ae not the only one with the ability to hurt creature....Welcome to my world...Now. Run."~ Her mental voice was deeper and more compelling, richer, throatier as though she was waiting to be fucked yet with that sharp bite to it that tended to instill fear even into those such as vampires and wraiths, ghosts and goblins. In this world, SHE was the terror to avoid, and the deeper the creature ran, the harder it would be for it to escape once she released herself from that world. It wasn't Ariana who dealt with the Aboleth now, it was Wolf....and she was hungry.
 
There was something that echoed from it. A subtle distortion in the psychic waves. Laughter. Soft, rumbling laughter. ~"Go ahead...dispose of me. My work is done, but this isn't the last of me that you've heard of, mortal. You are a small being, attacking a godling. Go ahead, finish me off. I have eons of knowledge at my disposal, and a sense of reality that you can only shy away from in terror. Banish me from the physical realm, I'm ready for you to defeat me."~
 
~"Oh.....you're no godling Fool. Just a mind with a petty desire for more."~ Her voice took on a slow, gentle seeming tone to it as her mental form began to grow. Wolf was indeed a beautiful creature to behold as she became humanoid. Her form seemed to contain nothing but light within it and glowed from within as she stepped in close to the beings mentally physical form. Her eyes were pits however, and the stars which had shone with white light became red, the colour of blood as her face became cruel. Raising her hand, one single finger touched the being's flesh.

Within the mental realm she called her own, if she wished to, she could inflict pain upon another to a degree as to never allow said creature to heal. Mentally or physically. Her reality was stark. She had seen hell and heaven and desired nothing but black sweet oblivion. Her touch granted agonies nothing within any realm had ever encountered and her smile as she killed the Aboleth mentally was cruelly satisfied. Most creatures within this world, or any other, weren't stupid enough to remain as they were. At least if they escaped Wolf, she would leave them be eventually and they may find a way out of the labyrinth that had become their own minds, twisted in upon itself and rearranged to Wolf's and Ariana's liking. That was the power of the Goddess of Night. To divert and distract, to twist and cause chaos and terror. Those were Her curses, whereas her gifts at the moment, were nowhere to be seen as she literally mutilated the things' mind.

As the creature shuddered physically in the real realm, the Wolf shuddered as well, the glow about her form vanishing. She had become the humanoid woman within her mind this time around, the black hair and pale skin which shone with inner light, the red flecked dark eyes and the cruel expression. The creature collapsed, dead at her feet, and then she did as well, her form returning to what she had been born as. Dealings with goddesses were never good, and the Goddess of the Night had a tricksters' mind. Sometimes helpful, sometimes not....and this time she wasn't really being helpful as she took some of the control that Ariana had over herself, her control over the alcohol which was within her system and essentially? Made her drunker. It did NOT help that the slime that had covered her front had acted like some sort of aphrodisiac to the Lycanthrope, who got to her feet slowly and grabbed up her packmates to haul them out of the caverns, her steps dragging until she was outside with the last and the heaviest, Rafe. The area around them had changed immensely too, but she barely noticed it at all as she dropped her male pack mate, somewhat roughly on the ground and staggered over to the side of a wall and vomitted, then curled up and shook as sensations started to run through her body, alternately making her hot and then cold, needy and then not.
 
Rafe had passed out when the creature died, it's attempted control over his mind had ceased. Ariana had triumphed and the thing was very thoroughly dead. Likewise, the entire village had collapsed and passed out, the control over them was ended as well. The night passed uneventfully for the rest of the moon and when dawn came, people, including White Rose and Rafe awoke, confused and dazed and slowly the village started to get it's wits about them. It had been a nightmarish and hellish experienced for all, but as things were settling, people started to get their bearings and a clear assessment of what had happened. Although White Rose was awake and aware and spared most of the horror of what happened, Rafe was alone in his room, with no desire to be social.
 
Ariana in the mean time was on her bed in her own room, curled up into a ball in the middle of her bed, the price for her goddess's aid the loss of her self control until the next night. She couldn't go anywhere near her packmates as she was. If she saw Rafe or Rosy or, heck, even Naya, she'd want to mate. All of that teasing and testing of the former two had had an unexpected reaction within her when combined with the alcohol in the spiced wine and the goo that those Skum things had splattered onto her before and during the beating she'd given the one served to have turned her into a female Lycanthrope...in Heat. Months before she should be.

Naya was settled into Rose's room and was explaining things to her, about the wine and the people, the creatures down below, but she also could not tell her what had happened after Naya had been knocked out. All the nymph really knew was that Rafe was being all mopy-ish and Ariana had growled at her rather wierdly when she had knocked on her door to see if she was still alive. The growl had served its purpose both in stating that the Lycan was alive, and that she didn't want to be disturbed...and a scent that the nymph had caught through the doorway had made her retreat too. Fast. "...And that's all I know. So how are you doing, dizzy or feeling weak? I can give good massages if you're sore, those shackles were pulling you up pretty far off the ground..."
 
White Rose nodded slowly and smiled a bit at her offer. "A massage might be nice...my wrists do hurt quite a lot." They were marked with red stripes, indicating where the chains had bit into her flesh and rubbed against her. "I'm just a bit worried. That creature, that managed to take control of an entire town in secret, was killed rather easily by all of you. And it didn't even resist when Ariana engaged it...quite odd for something so intelligent...but maybe it had no reasoning." She consented to Naya doing whatever she wished to make her feel better.

Rafe, like a shadow on the wall, quietly and stealthily emerged from his room during the next day. His eyes were deep and troubled, and he hadn't an idea of what state the others were in. But without Ariana's fine sense of smell, there was no way he could sense what mood she was in. So when he slipped into her room, shutting the door behind him as he didn't want to associate with anyone else, he was likely in for a hard surprise. He was looking to connect safely with someone close to him, and Ariana was his choice.
 
Naya was gentle as she looked over the redness on Rose's flesh, her lips pursing gently in dismay at the pretty skin marred with such ugly red. "I'll heal those up first, they look painful." Looking to the woman for permission, the Nymph smiled gently and tapped her fingers over a glass of clear water, cool droplets of the stuf floating over to cover the mage womans' writsts gently. They soaked into her skin within seconds, the water lines, and the redness healed up fairly quickly from the inside out as Naya prompted the other woman to lay down on the bed without her clothing on and relax, placing a towel over her rear so as to give her some modesty since she seemed to blush so often. "What kind of scents do you prefer Rose? I can create water that smells like anything, it works beautifully with massages and I don't need oils."

Ariana shuddered as the male scent intruded on her territory, her eyes snapping open and a complete mix between gold and emerald. Looking at him silently, her eyes intent, yet wary, the Lycanthrope licked her lips gently and said rather hoarsely "R-Rafe....what are you...doing here?" Curled in on herself on the bed, she was entirely naked, and sweat was obvious along her body as she quivered, just the smell of him making her want to jump him. Heat for her was always thus, she had to hide herself away in case a male or, even sometimes another female, came across her. Her body produced pheromones that could, once noticed, drive a body to lust and sometimes even madness if the person remained with her for too long. Were's especially had been easily taken with her when she had gone into Heat, and though he was a human, he could still change, and though she wanted him, Ariana wanted him on her own terms, not just as a fuck toy when she was Needing.
 
White Rose gingerly removed her clothing and gladly accepted the towel over her rear. She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about this, which was truly odd considering her behavior before about nudity and sexual matters. "I'd enjoy vanilla and roses, my favorites." She smiled softly and laid her head down. "I appreciate this...I'll return the favor if you like..."

Since her door had been shut, the pheromones had been mostly confined, but when Rafe walked in and shut the door behind him, he was now shut in with them and they hit him like a ton of bricks. He groaned just a bit and shook his head softly, trying to clear his mind as he moved over to sit on the bed. "I just...wanted to connect..." Then he saw her nude, lust-addled, sweat-soaked form. He slowly moved towards her, his hand slowly running up the length of her leg.
 
"Oh sure, if you want to sometime." Smiling as the scent of the water that coated her hands began to smell like vanilla and roses, the nymph smiled and laid her hands, the water warmed nicely, against her back and began to massage the sore, stiff muscles there, moving down only so far as the towel went before moving back up again gently. "Let me know if I'm touching too hard alright?" Her voice was quiet as she worked Rose's body over gently, smiling as she noted how smooth and clear the other womans' skin was, how delicate it felt against her hands and the water she used in place of the oils that would have made her need a bath sooner rather than later.

His singular touch to her leg fired nerve endings inside of Ariana, who moaned quietly and uncurled just enough to allow him a view of her body, the sound escaping her lips a quiver of need in the still, warm air of her room. "Connecting...I can...help connect...you....and me...oh gods....I can't....you're pack....not my mate....I need a mate..." Her words a low, helpless moan, she curled back up again , her breasts with their tight, beaded nipples hidden from view and the soft hair at the apex of her thighs soaked with her juices at just the scent of the male, a healthy, very fertile male. Shivering as the feeling of his hand on her leg sent jolts of sheer pleasure through her, she whined quietly, desperate but still somewhat sane enough to have something in the way of her own mind. It wasn't willpower, if he pushed she would give in, the consequences be damned, it was the Price, but this instant she could attempt to balk, and tried to....and of course failed miserably.
 
White Rose smiled softly and sighed contentedly. "This feels very nice, you were right. You are good at this. This was a common practice for bonding amongst my people. It helps people to become close and it serves as a medium for conversation. So...why were you so eager to follow Rafe in his crusade?" Crusade seemed the appropriate word, there seemed few others that could describe it.

Everything in Rafe's being told him that this was right. She was attractive to his eye, with lovely fur patterns that his fine avian eyes traced to and fro. She was smart, at least as smart as he, a high standard in Corvids. She was able to provide food and protect, for her pack as well as herself. She was a fine example of woman, fit, strong, beautiful, capable, and caring. A desired mate. In his state of mind right now, he had been judging her as a quality of mate since he had first seen her. All of his instincts, both human and animal, were telling him that she should be his. That he should be her's. He leaned against her, his hand sliding up along her side as he kissed slowly up along her belly, her lustful state making it feel like a trail of fire. "You are...a more than worthy mate, Ariana...you are more than a match for me..." He looked at her, his eyes flashing between their shiny green and the bright gleaming gold and black of a raven's. He opened his mouth before her face and let out a soft, mating caw, low, long, and full of animal desire. Eons of raw, gut instinct and human emotion laid forth in his mating call.
 
"Oh, I'm not really following Rafe, he's a great guy and all, but to be honest it's out of more....duty than anything." Spreading her hands over Rose's sides she massaged her lightly, hitting all of the pressure points to make her relax further. "His crusade is similar to mine own too. A knight of his order saved me some years back and thus, I owed him a debt....until the vampire Haedrian killed him. Now I'm fulfilling my debt to him by aiding another of his order to kill the vampire....sort of a...master and willing slave kinda thing." Shrugging her shoulders as she hit several small areas along the mages' lower back to stimulate arousal as well as to help stretch muscle and increase blood flow to the legs, she began to work upwards again slowly. "And yourself? He's certainly a handsome male, but I've seen how you look at Ariana, and she most certainly is a beautiful woman. You both look at her like she could be your lover." Naya wasn't bothered by that idea in the least, and fact was curious as to how something like that could happen.

The feeling of his lips along her flesh was pure fire, and she shuddered and relaxed further, opening herself from her curled position on the bed, an answering growl escaping her throat in response to his mating call, her own a low, gentle roll of noise, like distant thunder. It was a call of her own, and she pressed her lips to his throat gently, her eyes dazed and eager as she displayed her sign of willing submission to him, her hands moving to his chest and pulling him close as she straightened out and spread her legs. Her skin was on fire where his lips and hands had touched her, and she wanted more so badly, anyone would do really. Her thoughts turned to Rose for a moment or so, and she made a quiet vow within her mind to go to the woman later and explain, perhaps give her pleasure if she didn't hate her for this, and then Ariana was in full Heat. Growling quietly, she pressed her lips to his jaw and throat again, nipping gently to encourage him while her hands slid along his back. In her eyes, and Wolf's, he was a perfect mate; he was strong and could care for her pups if she had to hunt, he was caring and wouldn't hurt her deliberately and he was mischievious, and his eyes, both shades, were beautiful and matched his body to perfection. "Please..."
 
White Rose's eyes opened in a bit of shock as Naya touched spots on her that made her tickle and tingle, a bit of a jolt of excitement racing up her spine. She relaxed and tried to ignore it, though her hips shook a little and her cheeks turned that familiar rosy red. "I have known Ariana for a long time, we were both ensnared to the Rose Lord, a powerful and tyrannical despot. But we managed to break free in a desperate bid to save Rafe from a fate such as ours. Now we're...hiding here. Rafe is a good and kindly person, and though he is attractive, that compassion is what I like about him. He never once thought about himself or mentioned his fate while were were planning and making our escape, just ours. And Ariana...well..." She smiled softly. "She is Ariana..."

Rafe pulled back only to get his clothes off as best as he could, until he was as nude as her, the heat from his enflamed passion causing his skin to shine and glisten with beads of sweat as he pressed his flesh against her's, kissing her lips heatedly and passionately. He wanted her so badly, his mind was on fire with need. Whether it was his own animal nature, or the scent of her's, he didn't care anymore. He saw her present herself for him and he kissed down along her breasts, sucking firmly at her nipples, intent on pleasuring her as he slowly pushed his hips towards her, his hardened shaft pushing deep into her form.
 
Naya smiled slightly as Rose twitched, her hips shaking just the slightest bit as she worked her way back down her back, sliding her hands along either side of her spine gently and hitting several more areas on her way down to increase blood flow, and arousal. She wasn't trying to be mean, in fact in her own way the nymph was trying to help the mage woman relax. "She is at that, heehee! Rafe sounds like he is very much a perfect male, or nearly so at least. Are you alright? I'm not hurting you am I, you're shaking a little here." Pressing her hands gently into her hips, Naya massaged the flesh near her ass with her fingers, her palms holding steady.

Ariana whined when her prospective mate pulled away, but her eyes heated further when he simply began to undress, every inch of skin revealed making her nearly salivate with need and desire. As he dominated her, moving over top of her body and hovering there to kiss and suckle at her breasts and nipples, the woman cried out hoarsely and bucked her hips as he thrust himself inside of her with one shot. He was thick, and long, the head of him breeching her womb and making her gasp and cling to him, but the shock and sudden pain of her virginity being taken was momentary at best. Within seconds of freezing under him, she was moving, bucking her hips and writhing, needing him to bring her to completion, to fill her with his seed, another whine, more of a whimper really, escaped her reddened lips as she caught his eyes, emerald ringed perfectly with gold, Ariana and Wolf one in the same as they sought their mate.
 
"I'm...I'm alright..." Her voice quaked a bit, betraying her. "It's just...normally when we used to do this, it wasn't so...personal...n-not that I don't like it." Her body visibly shook a bit as she sighed a soft, husky sigh. When she wasn't moving or shaking, her body was almost flat against the bed, practically melted into it. "This feels great...this is why we did it...it relaxes...it's a way to converse and talk...it's practically an art form..."

Rafe bucked and slammed into Ariana, driven almost to the brink of insanity by his lust and his need to mate. Ariana had driven him into a heat of his own and he couldn't stand it. But at the same time, it felt divine. It was wonder to be with Ariana like it. It felt that the two of them were join on some level beyond the physical, like they were bonding spiritually. It was communication without words. "Ariana...I'm...I'm gonna..." Rafe felt it like a raven sensing the oncoming storm.
 
Naya smiled and licked her lips gently before she ran her hands over Roses' bare flesh one more time. She was truly attracted to the odd little female, she had found with some mild surprise, the woman was sweet, gentle and kind, but with a backbone that was rather adorable to watch and experience. Leaning in, she pessed a gentle kiss to Roses' neck, just at the nape of it, followed by another at the center of her shoulder blades. "It is an art form dearling, in more ways than one....do you think....perhaps....I could help you relax further....?" Her lips were soft as she spoke, pressed against White Roses' nape of her neck again, having moved back up to her. She did not wish to simply begin something that would result in the pretty little woman hating her, that just was not any fun. And Naya certainly did like the woman, she wanted her pleased and pleasured, wanted to see a blush come to her cheeks that SHE caused....

Ariana snarled as he slammed into her roughly, his cock driving deep and hard inside of her, hitting where she needed him most and driving her forcefully into the bed even though she was planted fully on her back, fully submissive to her mate. His own Heat, a scent that proceeded to drive her to the brink of orgasm, was heady and, mixed with her own it served to make her lose control over herself entirely and she bucked and raised her hips further for him, the angle of his thick shaft hitting her sending her overboard with a howl as she came hard around him, his words lost to her in a monsoon of sheer pleasure that burst stars behind her eyelids. A hoarser cry escaped her as she felt her pussy clench around him, milking and shuddering around his length and amplifying their scent until it seemed too much for one room to hold. She wanted to bite him, needed him to bite her, a Marking, but the orgasm, one right after the other, stunned the female into a puddle of writhing, jerking flesh.
 
White Rose gasped out and moaned softly, her voice starting to quake as her fingernails slowly dragged along the sheets of the bed. "Unnn...I...I would...l-love that...though...I must say...it's strange. It's...relaxing...and still...so tense. It's like music...a string wound so tight...plucking it...makes you melt..." She was clearly enjoying herself, and even such a statement was an understatement. "It's been too long...don't stop..."

Rafe kept slamming hard into her, deaf to any noise they might be causing outside of the room. He was blind to Ariana's lust. He only knew that he needed to cum. He needed to fill her with his seed. He needed to unleash the urges inside him that threatened to tear him apart. He growled out as he pushed and pumped into her, feeling waves of utter bliss, ecstasy flooding his senses. He roared out in a cry that was half-human, half-cawing. He unleashed himself into her, flooding her with his hot, thick spunk, his sperm flowing into her in a raging torrent before he collapsed against her.
 
Naya smiled at the begging tone of voice her little human female was giving to her and ran her hands along her back again gently, more intimately by the second, the towel across her hips now long gone. Sliding her hands down along either side of Roses' hips, she trailed along her pert bottom before sliding between her legs gently, teasing the soft flesh between her legs with one finger and while her lips followed the path of her hands, slowly moving down her back, touching small points along her back to relax her new friend further yet excite her as well. "You have the softest skin I have ever seen....or felt....you are beautiful indeed Rose..."

Ariana shrieked and shuddered around her new mates' cock, his thick sperm filling her to bursting as he came, her head tilting back and her back arching roughly off the bed and against him as she came as well, the sensation of his hot seed spilling into her womb doubling her pleasure until she nearly fainted from the overload. A few minutes later she was panting underneath him, her Heat settled somewhat, though she could feel it gathering itself for another go, his seed buried deep within her not enough to sate the boiling in her blood and womb for long. Gasping for breath, her throat feeling raw, she looked at the knight after a minute or two, completely dazed, then shivered and moaned, his thick shaft still buried within her so any movements she made clenched her around him reflexively. "Nhh..."
 
Rose gasped out and then bit her lower lip firmly. "Ohhh...ohhh it's been ages...thank you...I need this..." She slowly moved her hips around to purposely entice Naya this time, until she felt Naya's hand coem to her. An excited little gasp came out of her, follow by a long, drawn out moan, like a lightning bolt of ecstasy struck her, and then took it's time running through her body.

Rafe gasped out and collapsed next to her, trying to catch his breath as he slowly relaxed, his chest heaving. He was slowly trying to collect his mind and gather his senses together. He was trying to get his mind together so that he could think clearly and try to remember why he had come in the room in the first place. Slowly, his hands found her and he brought himself close to her, embracing her. He was hot, but he wanted her closeness. He wanted her presence.
 
Shifting the pliant female on the bed, Naya smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her lip, coaxing her to elease her bitten lower lip in order for the nymph to tease and nibble at it gently. Her free hand slides along her hip and across her belly gently, while the one previously touching her below shifted with the woman, trailing over and then down to the curls between her legs, teasing and touching gently. "I was thinking that you were too sensitive to have ever touched another....guess it has been a while then." Pulling back from the kiss gently, Naya smiled cheerfully. She liked the flush of pink over the others' cheeks, they made her look adorable, and she could help but kiss her again gently along her throat and shoulder.

Ariana shuddered, the feeling of work-coarse hands sliding over her skin, still sensitive from her Heat, creating goosebumps as she felt his heat against her own, slightly cooler flesh. Panting as she struggled to right her body temperature, the wolf woman moaned quietly as she felt Rafe press up against her. "Nnm...wow...." That word was somehow....completely and utterly inadequate. Which made her giggle, the first sound she'd made beyond the begging at the beginning and the the sounds she'd made during their mating. "....Heheh....hahahaha....oh dear...." Her core was sore, his thickness had been too much, too fast for her though Ariana didn't regret it in the least. She had been a virgin, having had no mate during her long life, and so there was also a bit of blood on the sheets and his shaft, though the wound of her hymen breaking had already closed. She was just sore as hell....and could feel her Heat beginning to grow again, her laughter turning to a soft groan.
 
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