There had been only one occasion before when Itzpapalotl had succesfully been able to use her as conduit into the world of man, and that had been at the very point of their souls melding within the slipstream of energy.  At the point Corrine was phased back by the use of reckless science, her psionic abilities had been woefully inadequate at preventing the dark ancient Mayan from pushing through and taking control... Her eyes flickered at the dark memory... that single event flared like a supernova within her recollection... but as the presence of the Mayan seared her flesh with ancient symbols and twisted the body and souls of those unfortunates around her, Corrine, had gained an insight into the true nature of this beast... a liar, a deciever, the embodiment of death and fate that even Hun ahau, the god of Xibalba, the ancient underworld, felt fear in her wake.<br/><br/>There was nothing that could save her... nothing that could be done to return her, as the generators failed, the breech into the swirling flux of Ley energy sealed and her soul saturated body was torn from the conscious world and cast adrift in the temporal depths of the planet... soaking up every ounce of energy that washed over her.  Within that time her mind was wrought by a tumultuous battle of wills as the Goddess tried to maintain her hold over her physical form, whilst Corrine tried all she could to wrench herself free of it. Through those centuries time beat to a different rhythm, and she was lost sempiternally within the swirling tides... but in that time her mind was laid bare to the wash of souls, her psychic skills drew from them and augmented their gifts to her fledgling psionic power... She couldn't die, no matter what the ancient did to her, the planets beat sought to revive her and with each revivification she bought back with her more pain from the sea of souls... Within the constructs of her increasing psionic power they fought a timeless battle atop Chichen Itza, the greatest of the temples.  It was here that Corrine was finally able to bring the full weight of her gifts to bare and, therein, she decieved the deciever and bound her in flesh and chain...<br/><br/>Then... something happened that bought her back... something unexpected that saw her finally bridge the void and return to the physical realm.  The alter... within its ancient rock and carved effigies, whose meaning had long been lost, something had sought to grant her boons, something that now insisted that its own cravings be filled... She had softly smiled at Elohim's gentle insistence that she was only doing it for her, and not for the beast within... Corrine had nodded tenderly, and in the shadows of her own thoughts she hoped that this would work... that the reafirmation to her own heart that beat within the ancient rock and now lay twinned with Elohim's own, would be enough to tighten the binding that kept the Mayan in thrall...<br/><br/>Corrine's eyes watched intently as with a graceful elegance, the lithe, powerful form of her lover moved across her, lifting herself over her prone body as she lay pressed against the cooling contact of the sacrifical stone.  She had no control over her gaze as it flickered along the maidens torso, from her swelling orbs towards her crotch, in the soft glow of candle light that bathed them both, it almost looked like there was a gentle sheen to her shape and as though a distinct hint of wetness laced her body. Whilst, in the moment before her body settled against her, she caught sight of the inside of her thighs... they appeared to be glistening...<br/><br/>She couldn't help but part her lips with a faintly whispered gasp as Elohim settled astride her, the soft cooling touch of her thighs, that she had expected wasn't there, rather, what glided around her waist was a warmth that seemed to glow softly from her inner thighs... and as she lowered her weight onto the lithe figure of the psychic vampire, she felt, spreading aganist her a soft glowing heat that pressed tightly to her skin, and as it did so, and she tasted the direct contact of her body, she felt her own flesh whimper for her and a moisture other than the faint beading of sweat feather her body...<br/><br/>Her eyes drew towards the shimmering soft light of her eyes... Corrine felt a quickening of her breath, but it wasn't through the anticipation of her skin being cut and the iminent bloodletting that would ensue, but rather the close touch of their bodies had bought about a feeling of something deeper within her, something even more primal than that of the ancient rites she was about to embark on at Elohim's hand.  Something that had stirred her own heat, she shifted softly beneath the presence of the woman astride her... gasping a touch at the draw of their bodies and for a moment she wonder whether the sensitivity of  the figure of beauty above her was enough to pick up on her own raising temperature and increasing moisture... likely it was, and this thought alone was enough to bring a faint flush to the pale canvas of her manifest nakedness...<br/><br/>It was only then, in the orange refulgence of the candlelight, that she caught sight of the slight silver fleck against the soft lips of the gorgeous woman who sat atop her... the faintest traces of her blood, as cooling and uniquely different to her own as it was, sent a deep shiver through her body.  Corrine had, in her timeless bound union with the ancient Mayan, taken to her heart a number of passions that had delighted the ancient spirit... and one of these was the primordial effect that the sight and sense of blood had upon her.  The crackling arc of energy that feathered across her skin, seemed to flicker and sparkle in  anticipation...<br/><br/>Corrine's eyes caught the gentle waver of her hand as she held the cool edge of the blade out... and she said softly as she fell into her soft gaze... "It is alright my dear Elohim..." her voice barely a notch above a whisper as she embraced her lover with her own warm contemplation. "Huiya tzonimolco notauane ye namech maya pinauhtiz, tetemoca ye namech maya pinauhtiz" she whispered softly as she invoked the initiation of the hall of flame and she asked them for forgiveness.... as though in answer to her the candles around them flickered for a moment as the flames clawed higher... highlighting the sleek shimmer that glisten off of their bodies...<br/><br/>She felt the soft rise of an aching fire spark through her flesh as Elohim lowered herself so that her multichromatic orbs filled near the entirity of the psychic vampires gaze, she felt her lower lip tremble softly as, embraced by a glistening golden cascade, she felt herself drawn deeply into the unblinking soft light of Elohim's multichromatic pools.  She felt a twitch run across her hand as the fine edge of the obsidian blade rested against the heat of her wrist....<br/><br/>"Ahuia anneuaya niyocoloc, annoteua eztlamiyaual, aylhuiçolla nic yauicaya teutiualcoya." Corrine's gaze embraced the delicate poise and soft beauty of the perfect woman astride her as she softly formed the words invoking the ancient call for a blood sacrifice to the gods... As Elohim's gaze washed over her, she felt a weakness that she couldn't have prepared for and between them there lay a moment that throbbed with a soft intensity... to Elohim's softly spoken, yet, richly felt words, the best she could return in a tender half whisper, was a simple... "Thank you... my love..." at the edges of her broken eyes, a trail of wetness began to form, the culmination of the intensity of emotion that wracked her body.<br/><br/>Her eyes held sway in this tight hidden union on which they embarked, amidst this Corrine felt the sudden electric arc of pain course around her wrist as Elohim so precisely cleaved a narrow channel around her flesh like a stream of liquid fire that so perfectly split the skin and created a warming wet ache in its wake.  As the rich crimson leeched from her and began to course along the ancient rock channels of the alter that fed deep into its core, her lower lip was given to a soft tremble as the psychic vampire watched the soft serentiy of her lover's form bring the knife from her, its edge glistening red as she held it towards her own chest.  For a moment a fleeting throught embraced the lucidity of her mind... a certain clouded certainty laced the idea, and she tried to fashion the possibilities within it or even if it were possible... but for a moment these thoughts were pushed from her mind as she lay in the occular rapture of her lover...<br/><br/>Corrine saw her as she moved to touch her... there was something buried deep within her tortured soul that lept at this sight and the sensual fire of cooling touch that brushed along her cheek, feathering her with waves of desire, her breath faltered upon her lips when she stayed her hand... Corrine's eyes flickered as she tried to understand, what was occuring behind her eyes... as beautiful and alluring as her multihued eyes were, Corrine had no way of reading them to any great depth as they were not home to a soul, at least in the manner she knew, no way of knowing any of the thoughts that graced her lovers mind... all she could feel when her mind reached out was the cooling pulse that lay in the white light void within... something that carried with it its own unique beauty, something Corrine ached to surround her mind with.  But somethings didn't need a psychic's gift to determine... somethings were driven from instinct and feeling.... she bought her other hand around and tightly clasped it against the wavering hand of Elohim... her eyes fixed against some deep point within her gaze.  Softly Corrine moved her hand down towards her quickly rising chest and placed it there, holding her against the warmth of her breast and never once leaving the gentle wash of her gaze<br/><br/>Elohim's body seemed laced with a shiver, it was an almost 'human' reaction... involutary and unsure. She lifted her head from the plinth a little.. her lips seeking out the gentle touch of her lover beneath the waterfall of gold that framed them both... As they touched... her senses were suddenly speared by the deep chill of the flecked blood on her soft lower lip, she pressed tighter against her lips... moving softly... her arm still poised over the channel as her vitae trickled from her, her other hand laced through the soft silk of her hair as she idled across her... losing herself in the passionate serenity of a deepening kiss...