(nancytribe)
'Lie still for just a moment, dillyn,' Ieuan told me. 'I want to see how you're healing.'
Between the spells he did, and the illicit ones I did behind Ieuan's back, the wound to my neck has closed with gratifying speed. It looked a bit bruised the last time I saw it in the mirror -- probably from the application of so many spells to knit the cleanly executed cut back together.
The weal was still far more red, and raw, than the pale strip of a scar it would become, but doing nicely for all that. I tried to keep telling myself that -- had to keep telling myself that.
The blood loss would take more time to recover from, since going to casualty for a transfusion was out of the question -- at least until the neck wound is so completely healed no questions would be asked about it. I'm sure there are still friendly practitioners who would do the work sub rosa, but of the two I knew from times past, one has died, and the other has left the country.
Ieuan knew doctors, but their business was primarily with the demon community, and he merely availed himself of Council facilities. More recently, Ieuan relied on my magical assistance to recover from injuries. Fat lot of good that would do me.
Ieuan did put so much effort into making sure everything was just so, because he knows I care about my appearance. 'Since it is entirely closed, now, it's really up to you whether you want to leave it alone, or would still prefer me to dress it,' Ieuan said.
'Is it an awful mess?' I asked, a little tremulously. 'Maybe with a little concealer, and foundation to hide the worst of it...?'
'It's the cleanest work I've ever done, dillyn,' Ieuan told me, starting to sound a trifle impatient. 'Even without any more spells, it will barely leave a whisper of a scar, but please, wait at least a few more days before you start putting anything onto that area? It's still awfully tender right now.'
Ieuan kissed my lips with a deliberately gentle passion, but maddeningly withdrew from the kiss as I craned my head upward, eager for more, eager for so much more. We were teasing one another, practically from the moment Ieuan arrived, so I was utterly desperate for Ieuan to allow me to come.
'You said "even without any more spells,"' I reminded Ieuan, my expression unfortunately creased with worry. 'What about with them?'
'Even less noticeable,' Ieuan assured me. 'Don't you dare get sulky, now,' he added, the tone of his voice shifting. It was an order, not a request, and that wasn't fair.
I have to admit, though, the way Ieuan's hand closed firmly around my cock, insistently stroking me, might have had a bit of influence on my decision to comply with his request. Either that, or it might have been the long, slow, wet lick along the underside of my shaft Ieuan gave me only moments later, that acted as a reminder of just how wonderfully skilful Ieuan's pierced tongue gives head.
Between the spells he did, and the illicit ones I did behind Ieuan's back, the wound to my neck has closed with gratifying speed. It looked a bit bruised the last time I saw it in the mirror -- probably from the application of so many spells to knit the cleanly executed cut back together.
The weal was still far more red, and raw, than the pale strip of a scar it would become, but doing nicely for all that. I tried to keep telling myself that -- had to keep telling myself that.
The blood loss would take more time to recover from, since going to casualty for a transfusion was out of the question -- at least until the neck wound is so completely healed no questions would be asked about it. I'm sure there are still friendly practitioners who would do the work sub rosa, but of the two I knew from times past, one has died, and the other has left the country.
Ieuan knew doctors, but their business was primarily with the demon community, and he merely availed himself of Council facilities. More recently, Ieuan relied on my magical assistance to recover from injuries. Fat lot of good that would do me.
Ieuan did put so much effort into making sure everything was just so, because he knows I care about my appearance. 'Since it is entirely closed, now, it's really up to you whether you want to leave it alone, or would still prefer me to dress it,' Ieuan said.
'Is it an awful mess?' I asked, a little tremulously. 'Maybe with a little concealer, and foundation to hide the worst of it...?'
'It's the cleanest work I've ever done, dillyn,' Ieuan told me, starting to sound a trifle impatient. 'Even without any more spells, it will barely leave a whisper of a scar, but please, wait at least a few more days before you start putting anything onto that area? It's still awfully tender right now.'
Ieuan kissed my lips with a deliberately gentle passion, but maddeningly withdrew from the kiss as I craned my head upward, eager for more, eager for so much more. We were teasing one another, practically from the moment Ieuan arrived, so I was utterly desperate for Ieuan to allow me to come.
'You said "even without any more spells,"' I reminded Ieuan, my expression unfortunately creased with worry. 'What about with them?'
'Even less noticeable,' Ieuan assured me. 'Don't you dare get sulky, now,' he added, the tone of his voice shifting. It was an order, not a request, and that wasn't fair.
I have to admit, though, the way Ieuan's hand closed firmly around my cock, insistently stroking me, might have had a bit of influence on my decision to comply with his request. Either that, or it might have been the long, slow, wet lick along the underside of my shaft Ieuan gave me only moments later, that acted as a reminder of just how wonderfully skilful Ieuan's pierced tongue gives head.