<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Ciera Morrigan Baine<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Retribution<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  N/A As of this moment<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Serum Camp<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Loki </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Ciera's heart was pounding in her throat, her mouth felt dry - it wasn't just the fact that she hadn't had proper sustenance in a bit. Images flashed through her mind again, images from the Rights she had seen. The tangled form of lovers, two people bound as one. The pulsing music, the grinding flesh, the slick sweat as two people joined in the 'Great Marriage'. It was not a marriage, as others would call now, it was a sacred right, performed by two beings. It was something that brought a fruitful harvest, and it was something that resonated back to the older days. Bound in marriage for a single night, the two lovers would use their energies to beseech the gods for a plentiful year. <br/><br/>He was before her, his face so near to her own. Though her clothes were in tattered remnants of their former 'glory' - they did their best to cover her bodies reaction. The fabric felt too constricting, as if this males presence alone evoked lost feelings and emotions. She flinched when he touched her, his hand pushing back a stand of her hair. She shivered at the feeling of his hand, but the fire was raging inside of her. He thought she was just a normal maiden, he didn't understand what she was trying to say. Surely the Norse had an equivalent? The greeks did, their vestal virgins. She had been about to reach up for his hand, respond to him, but then his hand slid lower. The caress of his voice, like black velvet sliding across freshly washed skin, making her inner flames fan higher. <br/><br/>This was arousal, this was what others felt on the ritual nights, this was what she had been denied - and continued to deny herself - every day since she first awakened as a woman. He caressed her, as if she was something precious - something delectable. She knew otherwise, that there were other females with more pleasing of forms. This was only a means to an end for him. His hand slid down her spin, her back arching in response as she grit her teeth to bite back a hiss of pleasure. He said those words, but there was a tinge of something inside of her. She didn't believe him, she didn't <em>want</em> to believe him. But her body wanted him, she wanted to wrap herself in the pleasure that their bodies could bring. <br/><br/>She wanted to feel the pulse of pleasure, she wanted to scream to the heavens in release. But like cold water - her desire was quenched as she remembered her purpose. Her hand came up slowly as she put her hand on his shoulder, pushing back against his shoulder with as much force as she could manage. "I am not <em>a</em> maiden, Lord Loki, I am <em>the</em> Maiden. It is not a word that states my state of being, but my title. I am not to lose my maidenhead, until The Great Marriage, the festival of Fertility, the awakening of a plentiful harvest. I have been in this state, since my maidenblood first began to flow. I was chosen, to abstain from sexual intercourse - till such a point as an appropriate male was chosen for me... whether by the gods or by my -" Her words choked at the end as the tears formed in her eyes. <br/><br/>She had spoken the words, so natural to her tongue. But when she got to the word <em>family</em> - the pain lanced her like a cold knife. "I was... chosen to abstain, and wait... to not perform full sexual intercourse, until the dully appointed time." She said as she tried to choke back the tears. She had cried enough, and she did not need to appear weak before this male. With that, her sexual desires seemed to turn to burning rage. "If you truly wish to assist me, share your essence with me, share your power... So that I may blast that damn door from it's hinges." She hissed as her hands now gripped his shoulders. Her dark eyes, which he could now see were not black - but a dark honeyed amber - locked on his face. <br/><br/>"Help me rip that door from it's hinges, and then bath in the blood of my enemies... Then... so long as it breaks not my code - I will give you something in return... for helping me accomplish such a task. Get me out of here... get me somewhere I can work stronger magics... and I will take you <em>wherever</em> you wish to go." She said as the steely band of focus and determination wrapped through her. Her arousal was still there, and if he wished to push - he could of course build a stronger different sort of magic... but <em>she</em> did not feel ready for such things.</span></span>