Corrine’s wrist hovered a little above the groove at the alters edge, the gentle crimson flow ran its course in an almost sentient manner as it trailed along the alabaster skin of her wrist and gently pattered against the roughly hewn channel, where it pooled before slowly filtering through the course laid deep within the  grim stone.  Its carved sides were a relief of agony that depicted the countless souls that had suffered in the name of the ancient gods… souls that had paid in blood in the cause of slaking those ancient thirsts, near unquenchable had they been... this alter… this dire construct had once been sat atop the greatest temple hidden deep in the Mayan rainforests.<br/><br/>Chichen Itza… It had once seen near twenty thousand souls purged on a single day, the steps of the greatest temple had flowed with a river of crimson in the wake of their screams… however, that had been in ages past… the fell soul within it had fallen quiet and the alter now lay free of its dark influence and, hidden within the flowing rivers of the lifestream, it was free of its infernal past… but, the nature of the beast could never be completely tamed.<br/><br/>Deep within the ancient rock, the aged course was once more given to the swell of vitality that had once been its staple, a crimson trickle that snaked through the dark intricate structure, so precise was it as to control the speed of its flow as it trickled deeper into the dark heart within… feeding it… placating it… subduing it.  Blood… it was the ancient mortal gift to the spirit world, a world to which Corrine was tightly bound and a burden to which she had spent near an eternity trying to appease.<br/><br/>Her wrist ached, her entire arm was taken with a rich throbbing that flowed through her senses in waves, as one would dip another would rise and she would be caught within its swell … but this feeling was lost amidst the deeper feeling stirred  within by the closeness of the delicate press of the warrior woman’s body against her own.  The rough cool of the stone brushed against her back, she could feel its rough contours against her pale naked skin, with each gentle movement she made, the course surface bit delicately against her…but there was no pain laced within its marking… nothing but the sensual awakening of her body at her lover’s uncertain touch.  Thoughts that had been closed from Corrine’s mind and wrapped in the dark touch of a billion screaming souls, now found, that within the quiet breathed with their convergence, that they had been awoken.<br/><br/>Corrine’s lips bore a gentle whimper as those tender lips of her lover set a soft stirring within her body, her tongue was drawn against the delicate, tentative course of Elohim’s gentle touch, their slick muscles feathering across each other within the delicate lock of their lips as their bodies moved  with a graceful passion.   The psychic vampire knew the taste of blood, the precious tang of her own vitae had oft flooded her mouth in the occasions of her communion with the ancient soul bound to her own… it seemed to respond well to these ancient rites, but this was something far more intimate, something shared deeply between them…the soft lace of fluid sparked at her, its distinct metallic chill speared her senses as it was passed between them.<br/><br/>The heat still afflicted her wrist… the heat… the crimson wash of life that seeped from her and drained into the hidden channel deep within the heart of the ancient carved stone of the alter, its flow had yet to cease.  The flesh of her wrist had been split so perfectly by Elohim, its edges sharp and clean and the severing of the vessel had been so precise and exacting that the blood flow had continued unhindered and Corrine’s attention so enraptured in the soft light of her lovers caress that she could almost have lost herself to it…<br/><br/>There was a soft green glow, barely noticeable amongst the dim wash of shadows and candle light, but at an almost subconscious level she localised her ability to alter the flow of her molecules and so the structure around her wrist entered a state of flux as the edges of her blood vessels bound together once more, the flow of crimson vitae suspended as it was redirected through her body, the underlying tissues knitted together and the skin at the surface of her wrist softly flowed together in a gentle green stream.  A warming touch enveloped her broken skin, feathering the refit of flesh together and closing the wound until all that remained of it was the soft glistening of crimson life that laced along her wrist and steadily dripped its last into the carved channel beneath…<br/><br/>The slow tender draw of Elohim’s metallic fingers caught along the soft fire that brushed through her entire body… it was a warming haze that seemed to seep into every part of her, a feeling she felt spark through her slight frame as she felt her slender fingers hook at the back of her knee…  It had been so long since Corrine had felt anything so sensual grace her skin and at her touch she whimpered softly against the deep lace of passion that danced within their kiss.<br/><br/>Her leg hooked across the small of her lovers back, nestling close and as it rested there, she pulled against her a little, serving to draw Elohim’s body tighter against hers… already aware of the heat that rose from deep within her, a heat reflected within her own flesh as her mind reached forward and brushed against the piercing light of oblivion… it washed away the sallow calls of the souls that fingered the edge of her consciousness.  She was free… her mind was her own… a place free of the calls of the stream and the malevolent gaze of the ancient, all of it pushed back by the sweet soft touch of oblivion and the awakening passions that began to flood through the slender form of the tormented psychic vampire.  Desires that had been sparked from that first moment those cool metal fingers had laced around her arm in a gesture of support when she fell to the turmoil created as the Mayan had pushed against the bindings that held her during that first meeting… it seem so long ago and yet so freshly held were the thoughts in her head,<br/><br/>Her deep muscles twitched at the gentle feathering of  the warrior’s thighs that traced across her own, and with it teasingly trailed along the warm contour of her inner thigh, bringing the warmth of Elohim into a close union to her own that glistened against the intimate heat of her body, a heat that surged deep within her.  She tightened her muscles, bringing her hips a little way off the alter for a moment… seeking to gently press her heat against her lover and feeling the warmth spread between them.<br/><br/>Corrine’s fingers drew from the silken wash of her lovers cascading golden locks… drawing her touch with pronounced delicacy down the flow of her neck across her nape and between her shoulders until her fingertips touched against the wiring that laced along her back and held the bindings tight against her burgeoning breasts as they pressed tightly against her own.  She wound her fingers against the tie and pulled, feeling a moment’s resistance before the knotting gave to her insistence and the lacing began to slowly unravel, allowing her fingers to draw along the soft flow of her spine and tease the tight pull of the strapping from her, feeling the bindings loosen against the tight flesh press of their entwining bodies and fall softly against her own body.<br/><br/>She pulled for a moment from their lips embrace, her eyes sparkled with a fine trace of moisture that glistened against them and ran gently down her cheek…  her teeth gently pulled at the lower lip of her lover for a moment before releasing it.  Each breath was coming to her a little harder, and each time it pressed their breasts tighter together.  She felt an excited tautness take the tan crown of flesh of each soft orb.  A soft desirable ache took to her mind as her shattered sapphire orbs embraced the tender tentative glow of Elohim’s polychromatic pools as deeply as the soft Sapphic embrace of their bodies lacing together.<br/><br/>Her senses were flooded with lightness, a heady intoxication when mixed with the soft sensual arousal caused by the closeness of her body to the tight gentle press of her lover as she wound herself across her, each gentle touch sent a pleasurable shiver through Corrine as it set a delicate prickle through her skin.  Her breathing quickened… its feather touch brushing across the softness of Elohim as she held her poise above her.  The shattered gaze of the psychic was given to new tenderness as the raging crimson fire that swelled beneath her broken blue eyes seemed to soften as her touch drew soft down her side and her fingers touch tenderly against her hip….<br/>