Illania was tied in place, and the demon smiled. "There's no need to cry, dear... everything's going to be wonderful," she purred, as she leaned over the bed, and began raining kisses on the half-elf's body, working down to between her legs, slowly trailing her tongue over the woman's sex. "You... are going to be something different, I think," she murmured, as she began to trace her fingers over Illania's body, in slow whorls and lines; wherever her fingers touched, Illania's skin would darken, a brownish-gold, as if she were being tattooed. Swirling, weaving symbols began to appear on her flesh, from her feet, to her head, as Aluriel slowly took her time, and covered almost every inch of the woman's skin, leaving her more darkened than not. She made sure to remove the piercing, as well, opening the priestess to the full force of the miasma's corruption.<br/><br/>Finally finished marking her, she'd climb onto the bed, her touch as gentle as always, drawing her into a kiss, as she pressed her shaft into Illania's waiting depths.