Teen Titans Porn Story: With or Without Chapter 4
3. :light of the mind, dark of the soul:
“You’re late.”
Raven grimaced to herself as she hurried forward. “I…overslept.”
“Oversleeping is no excuse.”
Raven took a deep breath. “I know, sensei,” she said evenly. “Forgive me.”
The woman floating in midair had never opened her eyes, or indeed raised her voice. It was a monotone, melodious yet grating. Her dark hair fell to past her body floating in midair to touch the floor beside her, and glowed faintly with black traces of power.
“Are you ready to begin mediation?”
“Yes, sensei,” Raven said evenly.
“Have you practiced? I will look into your mind and soon find out.”
Raven mentally braced herself. Cassandra was always strict, very strict; her mind must be emotionless and her memories pure before she was allowed to meditate under the woman’s strict teaching. Raven closed her eyes and pulled herself to the edge of meditation, the calm point right before sleep, and Cassandra entered her mind.
She could feel the woman’s prescense, the quiet dark intensity of her soul burning and scouring every corner of Raven’s mind. There was a blinding pain as Cassandra quivered in Raven’s mind upon finding one memory before burning at it with her power. Raven didn’t even flinch, but closed her eyes, regulating her breathing. Cassandra withdrew.
“Your memories are impure.”
“Forgive me, sensei.”
“What will you do?”
“I will scour my memories and my mind will be clear,” Raven replied by rote.
“You have been emotional.”
“I will clear myself of emotions that hinder me,” Raven said again, her voice a monotone.
Raven kept her eyes closed as she heard the soft rustling around her. Cassandra’s long, black tendrils of hair, like long spidery legs, had begun to rise up off the floor, creeping towards Raven on black tendrils of power. She felt the soft, silky edges brush her face, wrapping her body and her throat, tightning until she could breathe only in small, measured, slow breaths.
“Your friends clutter your memories,” Cassandra said, her voice as silky and cool as her hair. “Friends are irrelevant; they are a distraction. They seek to withdraw you from yourself. What will you do to them?”
“I will scour my memories and my mind will be clear,” Raven replied again softly. Cassandra’s hair tightened around her throat just a bit more.
“Not good enough, Raven.”
“I will renounce my friends, clean my memories, purge myself from all I used to be,” Raven whispered. The hair loosened and swept across her body, touching her face, chest, stomach, legs, and arms, some tendrils wrapping themselves around her back.
“Raven, Raven.” Cassandra’s voice held an undertone of pity. “You have been too influenced in your past life and the memories are still with you. They stop you from reacing the perfection you seek to achieve. But it is not your fault. You must free yourself of your memories, yet I know how hard this can become. I will assist you.”
Raven flinched mentally. Cassandra’s help would burn her mind, burn away all her memories.
“You are fearing me,” Cassandra said, her voice sharp. “You are letting your emotions control you! If you hold onto these memories, you will never become what you wish to become. What will you choose, Raven? Which hand shelters? What hand slays?”
“Forgive me, sensei, for I have allowed my emotions and memories to clutter and cloud my mind,” Raven replied by rote.
Cassandra’s hair fell limply back down to the floor. “Assume the meditation position,” she said, her voice blank once more. “Focus on the ball of blackness within yourself. Reach within with your mind, burn your emotions away….”