The feel of magic flowing over her thighs made her shudder with feelings unknown before. She stared downward toward the brush of his fingers over her soft skin. It was something of unexplored territory, something she didn't know existed. Her bindings continued to hold her in place, though Abigail did not stop fighting against them. She would not submit to this creature, this witch -- or was it warlock. His sacrificial ritual echoed through her mind as he spoke the words and she arched her back feeling the rush of water through her veins flushing throughout her lush body. The heated steam rose about them and she whimpered some before she felt the actual thrust of him pushing into her depths.<br/><br/>Abigail gasped at the suddenness of his actions. The full length pushed through her hymen bursting with ease as her legs trembled and she closed her eyes. The warm salty tears flowed down her cheeks as she cried out in pain and surprise. The sounds of the sirens music helped soothe her fears slightly though the magic that flowed through her veins and into her mind made her fight harder against him. The combination of her mind and body being raped made Abigail weaken in will and she had to let go of one before she lost both.<br/><br/>Her body relaxed to allow him to continue his thrusting as she kept fighting off the erosion of her psyche. The tingling sensations between her thighs made her moan out with soft whimpers. Her tears still flowed with the realization of what had transpired but more so from the abundance of water and magic that coursed through her unrelenting. The crash of waves and slap of his body up against hers was drowned out to her by the sirens song of the sweet arcane power that seeped into her mind. The power that called to her and slowly beckoned her to partake.<br/><br/>It was much like a drug once she took a sip she wanted more and her mind opened for just that reason. She allowed the power to flood over her mind and into her soul as she linked with it, mating with it to feel its increasing levels. As she accepted the power into her the waves slowly calmed but kept lapping at their calves and ankles. The sirens song slowly dimmed in her ears as she now heard the groaning and heavy breathing of the man before her. His coupling with her not forgotten as the heat between her legs increased and his thrusts followed suit.<br/><br/>Abigail did not enjoy the raping of her body and hated him for it, though her mind relished in the flavor of power and what he had to offer her now in that form of magical ritual.