The experience of healing Maribel, of melding her mind with her body, coursing through her veins and energizing every inch of her majestic being was enjoyable enough, but the response Maribel gives would send the elf far into the depths of pleasure. A soft wordless moan escapes her candy lips, as Maribel's hand reaches up to grasp Celries breast. The perky pink nipple hardening immediately, responding to the touch of the body that was currently in possession of her psyche, a body whom Celrie begins to allow to take just a little bit more from her energy. Ordinarily she'd be cautious in this endeavor, not wanting to lose herself so easily amidst the field of battle. But now, that the fighting was done, now that Maribel was healthy enough to respond with a grope, her pleasured moans a clear indication that she was enjoying herself... Why Celrie just couldn't resist the opportunity for a little indulgence, the chance to give Maribel even more of what she wanted.<br/><br/>The pleasant tingle of feeding off the elf's psionic energy intensifies as Celrie allows herself to be further drawn into the racooness. She feels bits of her mind being rushed to the naughty racoon's own breasts, her essence being used in the stiffening of her own nipples, a part of her consciousness being settled into the flesh of her breasts, laid to rest where many a meal often ended up upon the body of their predator. Even more than this Celrie feels parts of her psyche being pumped to Maribel's needy nethers, there she'd rush in and fill her lower lips, with the delightful tingle of stimulating energy. Celrie's essence both simultaneously exciting and being used to fuel the awakening of those pulsating petals.<br/><br/>As Maribels arousal increases more blood flows to her cunny, bringing with it more and more of Celrie's pscionic being. Infusing her energy into the very flesh of her womanhood, Maribel would be treated to a level of stimulation unlike any she'd previously imagined. Celrie psychically moans, her pleasure flowing through Maribels luscious love tunnel like a river, reverberating and stimulating every inch of that sacred passage as the throbbing, wet walls are infused her with revitalizing power, are touched by the warm caress of the elven woman's mind. A mind that focuses its attentions on simulating that sensitive canal, while the rest of her body delights in the boons normally associated with predation.<br/><br/>With all the pleasure her body was receiving, Maribel's mind would not be left wanting. She'd be gifted with the knowledge, a taste of the experience of what it might feel like to absorb the elf in her entirety, to break down and digest, to claim her voluptuous body and of its squeezable assets as her own. Of course the knowledge that she was absorbing, possessing, infusing herself with celrie and yet she could still reach out and touch her was a treat in it's own right. At that brief moment in time, she was in neigh, full possession of the beautiful elf. Her body pumping the life giving energy of her mind through her veins, feasting and absorbing her essence into her very own flesh, while her hands where still able to reach out and grasp her nondigested body. To explore the soft sensual curves, touch the smooth silky skin, and enjoy what so many in the galaxy longed they could have. Though her mind and psyche were largely invested in the inner workings of Maribel's body, the elf's body would not go entirely without reacting to her touch. In fact as Maribel gropes her chest, it would seem as if Celrie's body was eager to be touched and caressed, used by the one who was in possession of Celrie's psyche. Perhaps even beggingly so as her body seemed to be responding to what the mind was experiencing, seemed to be yearning to experience the same, to be taken entirely and made one with the cooness.<br/><br/>The intensity of pleasure between the two would rise higher and higher, Celrie's conscious surrounded by Maribel, infused by her pleasure as it steadily becomes her own. The elf's energy being claimed by, made a part of the very flesh of which it was pleasing. Their pleasures feeding off one another, mixing and mingling and growing stronger and stronger until the pair was experiencing the pleasures of two. She moans psychically within Maribel, crying out her delight at being made a part of her body. While all the while her own shapely figure rocks forward into Maribels hand. Silently urging her to thoroughly explore, to enjoy this unique opportunity. Deeper...she yearned to go deeper still, and yet the moment she reaches out to contact the coon girl's mind...she feels it. A foreign presence, a consciousness that did not belong to Maribel...and yet was there all the same. Celrie recognizes it for what it was, or rather what it could be..someone was using the racoon girl to observe...and yet for what purpose?  Though perhaps more importantly to whom did this consciousness belong? So many questions flood the elven woman's mind, a mind that was at the brink of delving deeper into Maribel's body.<br/><br/>Just then Celrie feels Arcea's presence by her body's side, her senses drawing her back into her own being, as the exchanging of words begs her attention. Celrie returns to her senses with a low moaning gasp, her eyes fluttering open as her head is sent spinning. She felt good, weakened but good, if not little light from the exertion of both healing Maribel, and all the power she'd exhibited on the field of battle. Looking down to see the moisture coating the coon girl's thighs Celrie cannot help but blush at the knowledge of what she'd done, the thought that even now a part of her energy was left within the flesh of those delicate folds, sent a shiver of delight coursing through her being. Of course while it was fun melding with Maribel, Celrie can only imagine how enjoyable it would be to perform a similair healing service upon Arcea. Her expression falls into a half lidded look of seduction as she swivels her head to look upon the catgirl "Oh Arcea..I know you'd just love my healing....mmm as would I...love to tend to every single inch of your beautiful body" she whispers, leaning over to lightly nuzzle against the body of her protector. The one who'd come to her aid when it seemed the world was against her, who'd valiantly stood in her defense before her would be attackers. Just the memory of it caused her heart to flutter. Oh she'd certainly have to heal the feline at some point.... of course moreso than that she desired to experience pleasures of a much more carnal nature with the powerful feline. "Besides, I think at this point I owe you more than just a little healing and a private show, for our up and coming kitty ventures." she explains, pressing her lips against Arcea's tummy in a soft little kiss.<br/><br/>Though in high spirits after all that they'd been through. Celrie was in reality, quite exhausted. She'd expended much of her energy in the battle while dealing with their enemies, add to that the biting cold, and the time she'd spent enjoying herself within Maribel...and you had the makings for one very tired elf. "What I wouldn't give for a nice warm place to just curl up and rest." she murmurs softly as she leans in against Arcea's tummy, resting a pointed ear against the lightly toned, fur covered flesh. Her hand reaches down to stroke once more through Maribel's hair, looking where the damage had been done, and seeing that none yet remained. "Heh, take as long as you need on getting me that coat." she murmurs, smiling knowingly down upon Maribel. She'd not dare discuss what they'd experienced, of course she'd also not hold the girl to secrecy if she decided to divulge any information to Arcea or her cousin. Likewise Celrie keeps  to herself that she'd sensed another presence during her time melded with Maribel, at least she wasn't about to ask within earshot of Maribel, perhaps if she found herself alone with Deliah she'd pose the question.<br/><br/>When Deliah comes over to stand before them Celrie simply smiles warmly up at her. "Think nothing of it, it's the least I can do after what she went through." Shooting the jetpack wearing coon girl a little wink Celrie adds "and perhaps someday I'll be able to do the same for you....." she pauses looking from her to Arcea to Maribel and back "You will come and visit us won't you?" she asks enthusiastically, the look in her eyes filled with all manner of promise and desire, as it seemed rather clear she'd make it quite worth Daliah's while should she ever decide to ask. Arcea had indeed been right, Celrie would enjoy seeing the pair again a great deal.<br/><br/>Celrie was far to exhausted to weigh in much else on the conversation, or the rounding up of prisoners and loot for that matter. She was quite content to remain nestled in on the ground next to Maribel and her cousin as the pair where slowly preparing to make their departure. Celrie was quite pleased how things had turned out,  their group had faired rather well and she'd even made a friend or two in the process. Aside from the squirrel getting practically digested by one of the weaker looking members of the opposition, none seemed any worse for ware. Which meant she could rest! The change of command in the bandit group, was a notable plus as well, and Celrie was looking forward to future dealings with Maribel and Deliah in particular.<br/><br/>When the time to part ways finally arrives, she wraps her arms around Maribel and gives her a little kiss on the cheek. Just as she is about to stand up and do the same for Deliah, Celrie hears and sees the familiar form of Alexis over by the obstruction on the tracks. A quick assessment of the situation is all it would take to have the elf glance over at Arcea and comment "As much as i know you'd enjoy seeing her press it..." she chuckles a little before looking back at Alexis and calling out in response. "Good work Alexis! But why don't you come on over here where it's safe? I'd rather watch the fire works snuggled up by your side.... after all it's still rather chilly!" she calls, knowing this would likely do a lot more in persuading her not to press the button while she was so close to the source of the explosion than any form of warning, and would ease the mind of Sevana who seemed all but ready to tackle the overly excited wolfess.