[[ OOC: I wasn't sure how religious I should make Akamu out to be. If it bothers you I can tone it down or have him forsake his faith. ]]<br/><br/>Akamu paused as he thought about Salazaran's words before speaking. "It's true that most pray for something beneficial to be done to them or have something bad to another, but saying it doesn't work hasn't been proven to be true or untrue. Those that believe call it a miracle, those that don't say it's a coincidence. It's all a matter of perspective. However, the Great Spirit has yet to disappoint me. In my weakness I will find its strength, in my poverty I will find its riches. It is only in the Great Spirit that I will ever find peace. I believe it to be the most powerful being in the whole of creation. " Akamu beamed a beautiful smile at them.<br/><br/>Vangelos cried out with pleasure as Ingrid pumped his cock vigorously, sending waves of ecstasy throughout his body. Vangelos body twitched and convulsed sporadically with each motion of Ingrid's hand. When her moist tongue and humid breath touched the tip of his manhood, he opened his mouth to blurt out a passionate moan, but the sound didn't come since his lungs were completely starved of oxygen. He squirmed helplessly, his thoughts swamped by sensation as Ingrid played his cock like a virtuoso. Vangelos then felt moist lips pushing against the tip of his cock. They parted around his tip and he felt a thrill of pleasure as his cock slid into a warm, well-lubricated channel. He felt odd, like the bonds to his physical body was loosening. The feeling started with his head, his vision was of no use to him. Only unclear shapes and blurred colors permeated into his brain, but he lacked something. For some reason his head wasn't hot nor cold or even warm for that matter. In fact, there wasn't a sensation of softness or anything firm or rough. It was completely devoid of all but sight and sound.