"This one does enjoy using her powers... but only as instructed by her Master or Mistress. She would be happy to learn more about magic if that would please her Mistress, but she fears that it might take years to fully bloom her talents." Molly's smiled had faded, and she was starting to look mildly distressed. "And this one has also heard that the best way to learn magic is to practice it."
“Hmm... I do agree. Practice is always the best way to learn and improve one’s skills,” Ayame replied, rubbing her chin for a moment in thought. “Even so, guidance from others who are perhaps more experienced or knowledgeable in a particular subject can only aid in the learning process. If possible, I would still prefer to seek out someone in Acheron that can offer you a little of what they know, even if it was outside of actual formal instruction.”
Ayame then took notice of the somewhat distressed look that had appeared on her servant’s face, extending one of her vines to gently stroke the woman’s red hair. “Oh, don’t worry, dear. I’m not intending to simply leave you with this person should I find someone,” she said truthfully, hoping to alleviate what she thought was the slave girl’s concern. “You would be at my side whenever I talked with anyone about you, and I would be there to personally oversee any talks or instruction that they would be willing to offer.”
"Oh. This one is grateful to hear that. She would hate being away from her Mistress so long, unable to please her." Her smile returned. "Is the Mistress going to Acheron, then? Is there anything else she wishes to talk about or do before then?" It was still early morning, plenty of time to make progress on the long walk to the demonic city. On the other hand, there wasn't any reason to hurry. The pair would likely leave the jungle within the first few hours of walking, and who could say how long it would be before Ayame could return to her home?
“Hmm... Would you happen to have any information about this Acheron place, by chance?” Ayame asked at her slave’s mention of the city’s name. “I know only rumors of the city’s openness to creatures of all kinds, and was intrigued by the prospect of such a seemingly unique and diverse place.”
"This one is sorry, but her last Master was not interested in Acheron after he heard there were demons there. She is not even sure exactly where it is, except Badaria. This one is sorry for her ignorance, but she is not even sure that the demons are more then rumors."
Ayame nodded her satisfaction with the slave girl’s response, more-or-less expecting the answer that she’d received. The mention of a demonic presence at the city was interesting, though. She had heard similar rumors about the place during her recent stint with the fey, but then the fey were always going on about demonic presences throughout the various places of the world, her own jungle home being no exception. Besides, if nothing else it only made sense for a city rumored to be so welcoming towards different peoples to also openly accept the presence of demons, so that didn’t particularly concern her. In fact, it was probably the aspect that intrigued her the most.
“That’s alright, dear,” Ayame said, uncrossing her legs and standing up from her chair. “We’ll find out for ourselves what there is to know about Acheron once we arrive, I’m sure.”
With that, the plant-woman motioned to her pack still resting on the table and made her way towards the door of the earthen cottage, preparing to leave.
Molly picked up her things, and in seconds the two had left the cabin. Looking at it, Ayame thought it wouldn't last more then a day or two, likely falling to pieces after it had rained a few times. In a month there would just be some oddly shaped roots, and in a year perhaps not even that. They began walking, and sure enough it wasn't long until the jungle thinned out and gave way to grasslands, rolling hills as far as the eye could see. Or almost, at any rate. The sole exception was to the north, where Ayame could make out a dirt road running into the forest. A short time later there was good news and bad news. The good news was that the marker at the boundary between plain and showed an arrow pointing towards the plain that was marked with "Artmirst", which was scratched out, and below it written "Acheron". The bad news was that the number written above the arrow suggested that they wouldn't reach the city until the next evening even if they hurried.
The road was dirt, and while it showed signs of use both old and new, there wasn't anyone in sight in either direction. Of course, that wasn't saying much. The road curved gently around hills when it could, and went over them when it couldn't, and the net effect was that there was rarely more then a hundred yards of straight flat road. Combine that with the tall grass that grew close in on both sides, growing up to Ayame's shoulder once they got out of the shadow of the jungle, and line of sight was strictly a short range notion.
There was a breeze. This had two main effects. Firstly, it cooled the two women. Being naked in a hot and humid jungle was one thing. Baking in the sun was another. Ayame could feel herself practically wilting, and Molly was sweating under the none-too-heavy pack. The breeze made it tolerable. But the other effect was to make the grass sway. That was a less pleasant effect, as it would make it all but impossible to see anyone on the sides of the highway, even if they were moving.
Rolls:
Perception (Ayame): 19+1 = 20 v ??? -> Failure
Perception (Molly): 18+12 = 30 v ??? -> Failure
Attack (wolf): auto-hit
Ayame was grappled
Attack (wolf): auto-hit
Molly was grappled
Neither girl had a chance to so much as a hint that anything was coming before a pair of wolves bowled them over, knocking the wind out of their lungs but doing little other damage. Less fortunately, both women were pinned, the wolves holding them to the ground with their weight. With their weight and a pair of prehensile appendages, like tentacles, which issued forth from their backs and tried to hold the two women still. The wolves also seemed unnaturally large, though that might simply have been from the perspective of being pinned under one. Ayame could feel the thing's erect cock rubbing its way down her belly, no doubt seeking to plant its seed in an unwary traveler.
Ayame grunted loudly in surprise as both she and Molly were slammed into by the pair of mutated wolves, finding herself pinned under the thing’s seemingly unnatural size and weight. Less surprisingly, the plant-woman could already feel the beast’s erect member on her skin, its intentions clear as it tried to hold her down with its tentacles and the weight of its body.
With the initial shock of the encounter now faded, Ayame narrowed her gaze at the beast above her and flared out her own mass of vines, quickly moving to wrap them around the wolf’s body in an attempt to take control of the situation and force the mutated wolf off of her and onto the ground.
RP:
Ayame will attempt to turn the tide against the wolf in the grapple and put it into a submission hold, lifting him off her body and forcing him to the ground with her vines. Molly will be on her own, for now at least.
Ayame, face down under the mutant beast, reached out with her vines, hoping to grab the wolf so that she could pull it off her and have it under her control, rather then the current situation. Unfortunately, she underestimated its strength and weight, and while one of her vines did manage to push against the thing's hide, it didn't budge. Even more unfortunately, it wasn't having the same difficulty with her. It's bulbous member found her cunt and slipped inside without difficulty. It began thrusting hard and fast, bottoming out against the entrance to her womb with each thrust, and while Ayame was able to resist the pleasure for the moment, she could feel an orgasm building inside her and the beast both.
Suddenly heat bloomed against Ayame's face, and she was able to turn her head and see a ball of fire fading from existence over Molly and the beast readying itself to fuck her. The thing snarled, and Ayame could smell burned fur and wolf flesh, but she could also hear Molly's scream of alarm and arousal as it penetrated her and began thrusting hard and deep.
Ayame’s eyes widened slightly in surprise when she found herself unable to so much as budge the mutated beast on top of her, its strength and weight proving greater than she had anticipated. The wolf, however, was having no such difficulty asserting its dominance of the situation, quickly succeeding in claiming her cunt for his ample cock for the moment as it slipped inside, filling her completely as it bottomed out against the entrance to her womb with each powerful thrust.
A sudden flash of heat nearby helped distract Ayame from the feeling of the beast’s member for a moment, her eyes catching the remains of a fireball fading from existence above Molly and the smell of burned fur and flesh wafting passed her nose. As the wolf on top of her servant snarled and buried itself into its own claim, Ayame returned her attention to the one still plowing hard and fast into her own depths and again tried to turn the tide in her favor.
As she continued to struggle against the wolf mounting her, Ayame managed to get more of her vines against the wolf's hide, until finally she was able enough strength to shift the beast, pushing it away from her and onto its side. What she did not manage to do, however, was to loosen its grip on her. She found herself on her side as well, with the mutant wolf still inside her, still thrusting. A sudden swelling was all the warning she had before the beast started spewing its cum into her, letting out a howl of triumph, unaware that while its seed would certainly cause the woman to become pregnant, her Alraune heritage would prevent her from siring puppies.
Molly was having an even worse time of it. Another wave of hot air rolled over Ayame, but nowhere near as intense as before, and no howl of pain came from the beast mounting her slave. Instead, there was the same howl of triumph she had heard moments before as cum poured into Molly's womb as well, this time mirrored by the orgasmic cry of Molly herself.
Ayame, now the only one on the road not in the throws of orgasm, maneuvered her vines until she had the wolf restrained. It was still resting inside her, but at least now it could only move at her command. At least without first breaking her hold on it. And better yet, she could feel the subtle touch on its mind that meant she had some measure of control over the thing as a thrall...
Enemies:
1x Tentacle Wolf, grappling and penetrating Ayame, but in a submission hold, stunned by orgasm, and enthralled.
1x Tentacle Wolf, badly injured, grappling and penetrating Molly, stunned by orgasm.
Ayame grinned as her continued efforts against the mutated wolf finally paid off, managing enough leverage with her vines to shift its weight and force it off of her onto its side. To her surprise, however, the plant-woman found herself pulled onto her own side along with him, the sudden shift in position not managing to dislodge the beast’s cock from her tender snatch. Ayame grunted in unwanted pleasure as the wolf continued its now awkward thrusts into her pussy, a sudden swelling the only warning of the beast’s climax before she felt its hot cum pouring into her womb, the sensation eliciting a gasping moan from the Alraune that was quickly overshadowed by the mutant wolf’s triumphant howl.
An annoyed, but at the same time amused grin tugged at Ayame’s cheeks at the sound. To be honest, it didn’t particularly bother her when someone or something managed to fertilize her against her will, because all it truly meant was the further propagation of her own kind. She just generally preferred to have final say in the matter, and it irritated her when her counterparts forced themselves on her. The amusing part came from the Alraune’s knowledge that her assailant’s perceived moment of victory could instantly become her own, using that brief window of vulnerability to worm her way into their mind and assert her will over theirs; a practice that she carried out again now with the mutated wolf, enthralling its beastly mind.
Ayame lied there for a moment as she felt her new thrall’s liquid warmth fill her insides, glancing over at Molly again as another wave of warm air washed over her, this time significantly less powerful than last. There was no fleeting fireball this time, no odor of singed fur or flesh, and no roar of pain from the other wolf’s lungs. Only another howl of triumph, the sound echoed by the slave girl’s own orgasmic cry as the mutated beast emptied its own load into her quivering depths.
With her own assailant now subdued, Ayame would move to remove the wolf’s member from her pussy and rise to her feet, making it clear to her thrall that she was finished as she did so. Hopefully this creature would be more obedient than the grey slimy creatures had been before. Once she was up, the plant-woman would release her hold on the beast as she turned to face the one that had been mounting her slave, extending the thorns on her vines and readying them to strike.
RP:
Escape penetration -> Stand up -> Release wolf1 from the Grapple -> Attack wolf2.
Ayame will basically do as many of these actions this turn as possible. If it takes more than one turn to do it all, you can just roll it all into one post unless something happens that would prevent one of the actions.
Attack(Ayame): 38+13 = 51 v 39 -> Hit!
Damage(Ayame): 8,7+23 = 38 -> Wolf2 is killed.
Molly is stunned by her orgasm.
Wolf1 is stunned by its orgasm.
The wolf didn't seem ready to stop fucking Ayame, but when she applied force through her submission hold on the beast it got the message and didn't further resist her pulling its member out of herself. She got to her feet, easily overcoming the minor unsteadiness of her arousal, and released the beast, turning to the one just finishing filling Molly with its cum. In the throws of orgasm and with a young female still under it, the second wolf didn't seem to notice Ayame approaching, and she had plenty of time to line up a precise strike. The thorns were hardly required, but she used them anyway and the beast fell dead instantly.
Molly, still in the midst of her own orgasm, still managed a grunt as the full weight of the beast fell on top of her, its member still inside her. After a few seconds she managed to slide out from under the beast, its member making a wet noise as it vacated her cum-filled slit. She froze when she saw the first wolf. It had stopped trying to rape Ayame, but now it saw another female and its member hardened as it stalked towards her.
The mutant wolf was still a wolf under everything, not a creature entirely built for sex like the grabber. And a wolf was at least amenable to commands from a human, though not totally obedient like a dog. The problem, however, might be in the issuing of commands. "Stop having sex with me" was fairly obvious when the person doing the commanding had you in a submission hold and was pulling your cock out of her pussy. But even if the wolf would obey her command not to rape Molly, making it understand might prove problematic. And for that matter, the young mage was raising her hand as if to cast another spell...
As Ayame saw her human slave and her new wolf thrall take notice of one another, she quickly stepped forward and extended her vines out in front of both of their faces, aiming to put a stop to the brewing encounter before it could begin. “STOP!” she called out sharply, directing her voice primarily towards the wolf and accompanying the verbal command with whatever mental touch she could apply through her subtle link with the enthralled beast.
“I am your master now!” Ayame continued, glaring strictly into the wolf’s eyes as she spoke. “You will obey me, and you will stay away from her unless she or I say otherwise! If not, then you will perish here and now just like that one!” she finished, pointing at the mutated wolf that was now lying dead on the ground next to Molly.
The Alraune knew that the beast would not necessarily be able to understand her words, but in her experience canine creatures always seemed to have an innate ability to understand the commands given to them by their masters, be it from the tone of their voice or other non-verbal cues. With that in mind, Ayame tried to mimic what she’d seen done by the humans and other beast-taming races as she spoke. However, if at any point the wolf looked like it was still going to attack or otherwise not listen to her commands, she would make good on her threat and strike hard at the beast with the full intention to kill it, giving Molly her permission to attack it as well. She had no tolerance for disobedient thralls.
Apparently I have a rather different view of the "limited" aspect of "limited mind control" then you do. If Ayame asks a thrall to do something that they'd never ever do naturally, they get a roll to resist, possibly with a bonus. If they can come up with a reason to do what she said (that is, they might reasonably have done as she said without being enthralled) then they obey without question.
Take the grabber. All it does is have sex and try to have sex. Telling it "don't have sex" isn't going to work. Telling it "have sex with her instead of me" probably would.
Now take the wolf. "Be my pet" is just not going to happen. "Come with me into the city and don't attack anyone" is likewise terribly unlikely. "Hunt" or "mate" or similar wolfish habits, on the other hand, are always good.
Then we have people. Molly is the ideal - she'd do just about anything her owner told her to even without enthrall. With enthrall... well, if you asked her to fly she probably wouldn't succeed, but she would try. A fey roaming the forest would be nearly as good - with nothing else important to do, it would have little trouble deciding to follow Ayame indefinitely, as long as she didn't ask it to do anything suicidal. A man with a young child to feed, not so much. He might procrastinate and stay for as long as he could, but eventually he'd try to leave.
Consider next a solider in an army. Desertion would mean death, if he was caught... so he'd be unlikely to stay. Unless Ayame could convince him that she could and would protect him, in which case he'd stay.
There are good targets and bad targets. Don't expect the ruler of the city to hand over rule to Ayame if she manages to fuck them... but 'helping' them choose between two reasonable choices would be easy.
The wolf halted its advance as the vines interposed themselves between Ayame's two current thralls and ordered it to stop. It turned to face Ayame, growled, and for just a moment it seemed like it would leap. Instead it backed down with a slight whimper, frustration evident in its tone. It did not look like a happy wolf, but whether it understood Ayame's words or just her tone and actions, it seemed to be obeying, at least for the moment.
"Mistress?" Molly looked almost as uneasy as the wolf, keeping her body turned sideways so she wasn't directly exposed to the beast that moments before had seemed intent on raping her, but could still see it. "Ah... what is Mistress going to do with a mutant wolf?"
That was a good question. The thing was massive, its back higher then Ayame's waist when it stood. It could never be mistaken for a dog, even if it managed to hide or disguise its two tentacular appendages.
“That, my dear, depends entirely on how well it decides to behave,” Ayame replied, never taking her eyes off of the wolf, but allowing her tone to soften some now that it seemed to be under control for the moment. “If it decides to be unruly and disobedient, then it will be put down,” she said coldly, glaring at the beast for a moment more before letting her gaze and voice soften further, and slowly withdrawing all but one of her vines. “But, if he will be agreeable, then he may travel with us and help us hunt and keep a look out for danger until we reach Acheron, during which time I will show him the same kindness and...‘hospitality’ that I have shown you,” she continued kindly, slowly stroking the wolf’s fur with her vine as she spoke, and then lightly prodding its impressive member once to hint at her meaning of ‘hospitality’ before withdrawing that last vine as well.
“So, how about it?” the plant-woman asked, lightly patting herself on the leg as if to signal the beast over to her. “Will you be a good boy?”
If the wolf responded favorably, Ayame would give an approving smile and perhaps even a light stroke of the beast’s fur before signaling it to move several feet ahead in the direction that the two women had been traveling before they were...interrupted. Afterwards, the Alraune would walk over to where the second wolf was lying dead and recover what she could of value from its corpse, stowing it away in her pack before setting off with Molly once again, instructing the wolf to remain a fair distance ahead of them to scout for danger.
Ayame recovers a Darkheart from the dead wolf.
Ayame gains 4 XP for defeating one wolf and subduing the other.
Ayame takes 22 corruption for sex with the mutant wolf.
Ayame is pregnant.
The beast let out what might almost have been a sigh at the touch on its member, and in response to Ayame's call took a few steps closer to her, sat down, and stared at her. It seemed unlikely the thing would start wagging its tail, but at least it was obeying, more or less. When she finally instructed it to move ahead of the two women, it tried to go straight through Molly, who managed to get out of the way. Ayame could see the thing's member visibly lengthen as it took the opportunity to sniff at her crotch.
Ayame moved to the dead wolf and with the aid of a razor sharp thorn from one of her vines managed to open the corpse up and retrieve an intact darkheart, which she added to the valuable items from the previous fight. Molly, for her part, licked her lips nervously, and watched the wolf leave with one hand hovering over her exposed nethers until it was out of sight. Once it was, she turned back to her Mistress, eyes downcast and hands at her side. "This one is sorry that she was not more help in the fight."
Afterward, the two started walking down the road again, towards Acheron. There was little sign of the wolf, and never a direct sighting. Occasionally small birds would spring up from the tall grass ahead of them and off to one side of the road or the other, but the lack of any hostile encounters was hardly conclusive evidence that the wolf was there. Around midday, though, a great Dok-Cat bounded across the path in front of the women, out-sizing even the wolf that chased it. It paused for a moment to glare in at Molly, its member starting to go erect, before bounding off into the grass. For a moment two waves of grass moved away from the women, before fading into the motion of the grass in the breeze.
Once she was sure the wolf was gone, Molly turned to the Alraune, and pulled some of the rations out of the pack she carried, offering them to Ayame. "This one would gladly please her Mistress while she ate." It seemed more statement of fact then question, but Molly waited for a response before going to her knees. By this time Ayame's pregnancy was obvious, her swollen belly unmistakable but not yet so large as to be a hindrance.
“It’s alright, dear. You did your best,” Ayame replied, patting her slave on the head before they started off.
The next few hours were fairly uneventful as the pair continued along the road to Acheron, with little more than flocks of startled birds fluttering out of the grass on occasion to hint at the presence of the wolf carrying out its scouting job. Around midday, however, a huge cat-like beast bounded across the road, its size greater even than that of the mutated wolf that was chasing after it. As the beasts bounded off back into the grass and their presence faded into the distance, Ayame noticed the slave girl – who, unlike herself, had seemingly avoided being impregnated by the wolf that had assaulted her – beginning to rummage through her pack for some rations before turning to face her, offering to service her mistress while she ate her lunch.
Ayame could only grin in amusement at the proposition, stopping briefly to reshape a slab of earth up out of the ground at the side of the road, giving the two women a simple bench of sorts to sit on. “Hmm... I know you would, dear,” the plant-woman mused as she sat down, taking a share of the rations with a smile as she offered Molly the seat next to her. “It is a wonderfully tempting offer, but I’m afraid I must decline for now. Perhaps later once we’ve found a more appropriate place to rest. Until then, your cheerful company alone is pleasurable enough.”
Molly looked disappointed for a moment, then smiled again and sat down beside her Mistress. "Then this one will keep her Mistress company until she has another use for this one." The Alraune and her slave finished eating a light lunch, then moved on. The sun sank in the sky, and Ayame's belly continued to grow, and the afternoon was even more free of interest then the morning had been. By the time the sun had set, Ayame looked about ready to birth again as well. Unfortunately she somehow felt that she wasn't done yet. But with the light fading fast, no sign of their destination or any shelter, and the fatigue of lugging around the extra weight of her seedlings, it was time to stop walking.
The endless grass was all around them, the only features being the road the women walked along and periodic hills. Their stopping place coincided with a particularly steep hill that the road had swung wide around. No place on the plain seemed especially better for setting up camp, and this would be as good a place as any.
After a few minutes, when Ayame was done setting up their shelter such as it was, the wolf showed up. It had a wound on one shoulder, which looked bloody but didn't seem to be paining the beast. It was also fully erect, and glanced only briefly at the heavily pregnant Alraune before heading for the human at an easy trot. Molly looked at Ayame, her face blank. "Mistress?"
Ayame sighed as she finally came to a halt near the base of a hill, deciding that this was just as good a place as any to stop for the night in this seemingly endless plain. The plant-woman had never seen so many rolling hills and never-ending stretches of treeless land in her life, and it made it somewhat difficult to tell that they’d made any progress at all throughout the day with how much of the environment all looked the same to her. Even so, Ayame pushed aside the discomfort from her swollen belly for the moment and set to work erecting another simple shelter out of the surrounding grassland.
Once the mundane shelter was up, the Alraune was about to head inside and begin the preparations for birthing her seedlings when her wolf thrall appeared. It had a wound on one of its shoulders, and while it appeared to be a bit bloody it didn’t seem to be particularly paining the mutated beast. It was also sporting an impressive erection, and it spared the pregnant plant-woman little more than a glance before starting towards Molly, earning a seemingly worried reaction from the slave girl.
“Go on inside, dear,” Ayame said, casually stepping between the wolf and her slave. “I’ll be with you in a moment for you to help me birth my seedlings again,” she said, waiting until Molly was inside the shelter before turning to the wolf. “Wait out here for now, please,” the plant-woman said to the beast, her voice taking on a firm, but not harsh tone. “I will allow you to mate with us after I have delivered my seedlings. Until then, please wait outside and make sure that we are not disturbed.”
