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The Loving continues with the In-laws.

Kellish glanced at his empty hand and back again.

Seeing she had his attention, Illyana set the saber point against the flesh of her midsection just above her right hip. Taking the handle in both hands, the muscles on her arms cording, she tensed, driving the blade into herself.

Feeling the pain and pressure pierce her back, she relaxed. She turned, with a slight limp, so that Kellish could see the three inches of blade standing out from her lower back.

"This... is not sorcery?" Kellish asked, skeptical.

"Results of the ritual. Permanent. And there's more."

She tensed again and pulled the bloodied saber clear of her body in one mighty jerk. A gout of gleaming crimson spattered across the floor. Despite what should have been a crushingly painful wound, Illyana was smiling again.

Leaning back and rolling her hips forward to better display the entry wound, she ran a thumb down over it, wiping the blood away. Revealed was a patch of pale, supple flesh. Unmarred by cut or scar. Turning about to suggestively wiggle her shapely ass, she likewise wiped the blood away from the exit wound. Or where the exit wound had been.

Illyana turned back to face Kellish. Waiting for him to comment, she licked the blood from her hand; for all the world like a dark nymph from some fairy tale, savoring fresh honey.

A faint, hungry smile formed on his face. He gave little thought to her apparent literal taste for blood. Rumors suggested she had many eccentricities more bizarre and sadistic.

"Alright," he nodded, "Are you going to tell me the price?"

"Oh, but Kel, where's the fun if I tell you now?" Her fingers obscured her mouth when she replied.

"Well, 'Ill'," he replied sarcastically, "I suppose if it amuses you, we should leave it as a surprise."

"Excellent."

Kellish's eyes followed her every lithe movement as she moved to the table of antiquities. From it she took a goblet and a bone handled knife. She gestured for him to join her.

"Off with your clothes." her tone was businesslike, putting Kellish in mind of a master giving instructions to an apprentice.

Shrugging off a faint reluctance, he did as he was told. When he finally stood naked, having assumed that was what she meant, he looked to her for further orders.

As they had yet to spend any time together intimately, Illyana took the opportunity to look him over. He was strong, but lean as opposed to bulky. Well proportioned and long bodied, with broad shoulders. Well endowed too, she noted, arching an eyebrow.

Deciding she had dallied enough, Illyana gestured him closer. She handed him the goblet, then squatted before him. Without comment or warning she gently but firmly grasped his cock in her left hand. He didn't flinch, but she noticed the muscles in his legs tense and heard him draw a surprised breath.

"You will need to be marked here, so you need trimming. You wouldn't want me to cut this," she gave his member a squeeze, " by accident. Especially if you knew what I had planned for later."

Kellish glanced down at her, answering her brief smile with an intentionally blank look.

While he did an admirable job of keeping up his disinterested demeanor while Illyana trimmed away the pubic hair above his genitals, his body soon betrayed it's own interest. His cock grew, swelling and stiffening in Illyana's hand.

"Here." Illyana handed Kellish the knife when she was satisfied with her work. She brushed loose hairs away, then released his manhood, which sprung up to slap against his lower stomach. Lingering there with his balls at eye level, smelling him, she sympathized with his condition. Like most mages, Illyana had learned to eschew urges which might weaken her focus or concentration. On the other hand, the transformation she had undergone upon completing the ritual of blood had strengthened her senses. And sex drive.

She was getting a nose-full of pheromones and her body wanted to do something about it.

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