<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3684599#msg3684599">Quote from: Josietta on 26-09-2010, 09:43:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr/><div align="center"><em>Abigail sacrificed for the Rituals of Arkane</em></div><hr/><br/>Feeling the waters rush her again she cried out before taking in a deep breath and was soon shoved back into the depths. The onslaught of waves pushing her hard against the column, tiring her out and holding her down all the same. Finally she looked up from beneath the crashing torrential waters to see the man coming toward her. He did not seem to be as affected by the onslaught of would be tidal waves as she was. True he was soaked and battered but seemed to have a strength to withstand it better than she.<br/><br/>As he was stripped of his clothing and she already naked, she watched him in amazement of his form. The sirens echoing in her ears with their songs, lulling her as the sea continued its assault to keep her held in place. She gasped for air when she could find it and wondered just how she could hold each breath as long as she did, fearing the darkness of unconsciousness would soon welcome her and leave her to his mercy. Every bit of will Abigail had within her held her resolve to withstand the torture these elementals threw at her. <br/><br/>As the air was formed around both she and the man she gasped some and looked to him. Her dark hair soaked and clung to her face and shoulders, down her back to kiss at her hips. She noticed the waves slowed their actions but she was still held, bound in place before this man who, Abigail had thought to be a savior of sorts moments before. She looked downward and noticed the obvious intent now. The thickness that stood erect for this sacrifice. The undeniable virgin sacrifice to the sea in a way she had never heard of or thought to be possible. She trembled and tried to break free of the bindings. Her weakened state left little in her to fight against but she still called out to him.<br/><br/><strong>"Please.. no..you.. you can't... The Lord of the Castle would not be pleased.. you mustn't..."</strong><br/><br/>She hoped her pleas would at least give him pause to think of his actions, though little did she know that he didn't care what she said. He was intent on completing his ritual with or without her cooperation.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He was ignorant to her protests, but not her body. Even as the binding liquid tendrils swirled across her skin, he could see that she fought against her bonds, and her skin goose pimpled in fear. That’s when he touched her. His hands left trails of hot moisture across her milky legs, his magic absorbed by her skin.<br/><br/>Although she was helpless to his intentions through the bindings, he was almost reverent towards her in his touch of her legs. Her act was not a wasted sacrifice, but a powerful magical ritual. He had not yet joined with her, yet he was already inside her. Her blood had turned to water, and her body gave off a heated steam that mixed with her scent. Arkane drew her to the edge of the water column with a grip on her bare thighs, her toes and calves dripped holy waters into the pool of blue in which Arkane stood. Erect and ready, he joined with her, the waters around them bursting into steam with the merging. His voice groaned above her, then growled as he buried himself to the hilt within her.<br/><br/>It had begun. The sirens sung their erotic coos in harmony to the sound the “lovers” made. Waves crashed against the bubble surrounding them, yet the enjoinment was protected. Arkane had bent into a vertical arch against her vertical form. As his pelvis began to thrust and push against her form, he took her ankles in the watery grips of his hands and lifted them about his shoulders. He flowed inside her; much like a liquid, no crevice or space within was protected. He followed the path of least resistance over her body, and like a river over the land he cut into her, slowly, minutely eroding her psyche away.<br/>