The Skrizzit chuckled. This one was lively. And amusing to boot. For that, along with the additional money, he would get some of the most powerful pigment available woven into his runes. Not enough to make the full repair immediate, but enough to make an interesting difference if he healed as quickly as it seemed he might.
The Skrizzit began, skilled hands deftly guiding the ink into his skin.
As soon as the first traces entered his flesh, Bodok immediately felt an unfamiliar sensation trickling through his body. A charge like he’d never felt before. And, amazingly, even though it was far too soon to be possible, his Infala already seemed to be reconnecting to his body. What that would ultimately mean, however, he had no idea.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
Two days had passed since Bodok’s bout and subsequent inking session with the Skrizzit and his body was experiencing unusual and sometimes uncomfortable changes.
The new pigment used to repair the lines broken by the Raxxian torturers had set in perfectly and his limbs were feeling a great surge in potency because of it. His strength was returning to him and he found he could once more coax fire from his hands with ease, not that the skill was of any use to him in this place. Nevertheless, it was tangible proof that functionality was being restored.
While those improvements were welcome, the pain in his chest was becoming increasingly distracting. His Infala had not only been broken by Raxxian blades, but parts of the original design had been removed entirely.
As the rune formed for each person over time, growing its own shape from the initial work put in place, the Skrizzit had to intuit what lines would best flow with the existing remnants. It was a bit of a crapshoot.
Unfortunately for Bodok, that meant the healing process of that particular rune was akin to a repair that occasionally led to crossed wires, and the resulting discomfort to his body was more than just unsettling. It was becoming downright disquieting.
If it continued like this, he would be too exhausted from poor sleep and discomfort to stand a chance come the next tournament.
It was on the third night since the Skrizzit had worked on him when a violent tug pulled him to his feet. His Infala, already uncomfortable as it was, had surged to life with a painful electrical snap. The pain was intense, but there was something else there hiding in the sensations this time. Something warm. Something familiar.
“She is near,” he realized, his pulse quickening.
Minutes later a familiar face came to his quarters. The sentry.
“Visitor,” he said quietly with an amused wink. “Come on.”
Bodok followed him out of his chambers and down the corridors to the supply room, the sensation growing stronger with every step until he felt he could almost not take it anymore.
“You know the routine,” the sentry said. “Don’t make waves and you’ll be fine.”
“Thank you for letting us talk.”
“Talk. Uh-huh,” the man said, already planning his bets for the upcoming fight. “Let’s just call this cardiovascular conditioning. Have fun.”
With that he opened the door and ushered the prisoner inside, closing it behind him. Bodok’s Infala felt like it was going to burn a hole in his chest, so intense was the sensation. He spun, eyes locking on Maureen’s, knowing exactly where she was even in the dim light. He didn’t need to see. His Infala was drawing him to her, overriding his rational mind with need.
While Maureen’s own Infala had filled her with sensation before, something was different now for her as well, though not in a painful way. It was as if Bodok was a magnet and she was just the right polarity to be drawn to him.
She slid into his arms, their bodies pressing close, holding each other tightly as their runes sang out in unison. Maureen shuddered, her Infala’s power raging through her.
“Bodok, what is this?”
“Shh,” he said, his lips pressing to hers, his tongue darting out, dancing across hers, eliciting an electric surge deep within her.
Maureen’s legs felt weak and she was instantly wet, her clit vibrating like a tuning fork that had found just the right frequency. Bodok’s cock sprung to attention, the force of his erection tenting his trousers so hard it seemed it might actually rip the fabric.
Maureen couldn’t let that happen.
She slid her hand inside his waistband and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pulling firmly, coaxing a droplet of pre-cum out of him and coating the tip. She stroked him, rubbing her fingers in the sticky lubrication, the heat of it radiating through her hand as their mouths hungrily devoured one another.
Bodok’s hands worked in unison, one sliding up and cupping a breast, his fingers teasing Maureen’s nipple until it was so hard it almost hurt. His other hand dove into her clothing, gliding between her legs as she parted them slightly, inviting him to do with her as he would.
An invitation gladly accepted.
He pressed the tender flesh around her clit, rubbing small circles but not directly touching the swollen nub. Maureen felt her heart beating hard in her chest, every pulse thrumming in her pussy as he worked her with his expert touch until she was so wet his entire hand was coated, though he had not even penetrated her yet.
She pulled harder, faster, sliding her hand over his engorged length. He grunted, both in pleasure but also pain. Maureen stopped and pulled away.
