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Thaine of Blades: Part 1

By: Thaine T. Stephens

The scent of blood filled the dark cell, making the raptor uneasy. Some of it was his, red wounds still weeping crimson streaks on his onyx scales, but the majority of it was not. The claws on his feet and hands dripped the life's'-blood of his latest opponent onto the dried rushes that covered the floor. The raptor snarled and licked his fingers clean, the strong coppery taste assaulting his senses. But he had to clean them off before tending to his wounds: he wouldn't have the weak blood of a felled foe mingle with his own. His was a champion's blood, the blood of a warrior who had graced the Pit countless times and had always come out the victor.

In his cell was a bed, with a small table nearby. The barracks attendants had already left a basin of water, a couple of fresh tunics, and some clean bandages for him in anticipation of his wounds. More often than not he had no need for them, but the challenger the Masters had set him up against had been extremely vicious this time. The smaller raptor had been faster, and his claws were so sharp you wouldn't know they had cut until the wounds opened. He had managed several such cuts against the Pit Champion, but the black raptor was stronger. He landed fewer blows against the smaller foe, but each one had taken a greater toll. His white feather mane bristled as he recalled the sound of the spectators gasps when his claws sank into his foe's collar and opened his throat. They lusted for blood more than any of the fighters in the Pits but were all too craven or weak to claim it. So the Thaine of Blades was sent out to entertain them and sake their blood lust.

Once his claws were clean of blood he dipped his scaly fingers into the basin. He watched to make sure there was no pink left in the water, and once satisfied he splashed some onto his face. Water and blood ran down his muzzle, over his white jaw and black throat. He washed his face until the scent of blood faded, and then began tending to his wounds. The bandages were clean and fresh (the Masters did favor him, as his fights drew the largest crowds) and soaked up his blood eagerly. The largest cuts were on his arms, two on the left and three on the right, as well as a deep gash on his hip. He was tying the last of the bandages around his waist to cover that wound when Master Illan came to his cell.

The portly feline was dressed in rich silks trimmed in silver thread, with elaborate embroidered patterns and smelled of flowery perfumes. "Another splendid performance," the saber tooth cat said, taking care not to step on the bloodiest rushes. He moved closer and placed a thick paw on the raptor's shoulder. "Though it seems this time you took a bit more abuse than normal." He poked at the scales just outside of the bandages and watched as the white clothe started to turn red.

Pain shot through Thaine's arm but he wouldn't let the feline see it: he couldn't afford to let Illan think him weak. "He was...quick with his talons," was all he said, his wounds burning and itching as the saber tooth poked at them. After a moment the Master pulled away, but the wounds were aggravated now and had nearly soaked through the bandages.

"Still his speed hadn't saved him. I'll send the physicker to put a poultice on those wounds. We need you patched up and healthy. It seems your performance has caught the eye of the palace, and it has been requested we bring you there for a private performance." The smilodon looked at his fingertips where they had touched the wounds and brushed the blood off on the clean part of Thaine's bandages. "I trust you know what an honor that would be?"

Thaine nodded silently, still not meeting the feline's eyes. It seemed enough to satisfy Master Illan, who smiled and ran a paw down the raptor's mane. To any onlookers it might have seemed an affectionate gesture, but in truth it was a reminder to Thaine of his subservience. It was a gesture one would give to a treasured pet. "Excellent. Now try to rest," he said as he turned to exit the cell, stepping on a bloody pile of rushes. The Master scowled and kicked at the long-dried leaves. "I'll send a servant to replace those as well," he said to no one in particular as he exited the cell, leaving the raptor alone with his injuries.

Taking a seat on his straw mattress the raptor leaned back against the stone wall. It was cool and soothing in contrast to his burning wounds. The thought of going to the palace made him uneasy: he was made for the brutality of the pits not noble courtesies. As far as he could remember the royalty had never requested such a thing before and it left a foul taste in his mouth. Thaine wasn't left long with his thoughts before the physicker arrived at his open door.

Castor was an elderly smilodon, his once brown pelt now a silvery grey. His narrow shoulders slouched as if weighed down by his many years and he smiled a one-fanged smile as he stepped into Thaine's cell. "They tell me you took a decent licking this time," he said in a voice like crunching gravel. Dangling from his right hip was his leather satchel that accompanied him as often as his fur, and within rested a bevy of creams and ointments to help ease pain and heal wounds.

"You should see the other guy," the raptor said with a wry smile. He was able to speak freely around Castor: the feline was hired by the Masters to tend to the injured, placing him on almost equal standing with Thaine. And the way Castor never shied from blood earned him a degree of respect in the saurian's eyes.

"Oh I did," the healer replied, not avoiding the bloody rushes as Master Illan had, "and I'm glad I didn't have to tend to his wounds. It would have been easier to reassemble a shattered vase." Thaine couldn't stop the smirk from crossing his lips as he scooted to the right to make a space for Castor to sit. "Now, hold still," the elderly feline said as he used his claws to slice the blood-soaked rags.

Thaine focused on keeping his breathing steady as the wounds began to sting and burn even more as the cloths pulled away from them, sticking slightly to the scales. "Deep," Castor said as he inspected the cuts on his arms. Without warning he pressed a finger into the gash, causing Thaine to inhale sharply through his teeth. He watched perplexed as the Physicker brought the bloody fingers to his lips and tasted them. Spitting onto the already soiled rushes he grinned his lopsided grin at the scowling raptor. "There's been a nasty rumor circulating about fighters poisoning their talons. I needed to make sure the wounds were clear before patching you up."

Snorting he rubbed at the freshly bloody scales on the edges of the wounds trying to curb the burning itch. "Some warning would be nice," he muttered as Castor released him and began to rummage through that leather satchel that never left his side. He watched as a small wooden box, its surface dark and shining, slid from the bag. Castor's old fingers slid the top of the box away, revealing the light green cream resting within. Scooping some out with his fingers the saber tooth smeared it over the wounds on Thaine's arm. It burned, but only for a moment, before turning into a soothing, cool tingle.

The raptor sat in stony silence as physicker patched his wounds, the smell of creams finally overpowering the scent of blood. Each of his arms was wrapped in a new, fresh bandage, and the areas that covered the wounds had a thick white paste smeared over them. It would dry and keep the green salve beneath fresh to help the flesh heal faster. Castor was just starting to tend to his hip when one of the servants arrived and began to clear out the soiled rushes from the floor.

The servant was a short, lithe thing, clad only in a rough spun tunic that came down to his thighs. The majority of his scales were a deep olive green, with splatters of blue on the back of his tail, arms, and neck. The hard domed head, the trademark of the pachycephalosaurs, was a pale cream color, spanning down the bridge of his nose. Thaine didn't bother to mask his stares as the servant sank to his knees and pulled piles of rushes to him. Once his arms were full he rose and carried them from the cell.

"Is it a saurian thing, or is it just raptors that lack subtlety?" Castor said as he turned his attention to the gash on the dinosaur's thigh. Thaine snorted and glowered at the medic: had it been anyone else they might have walked away with a few gashes themselves.

"Are all felines blunt with their words, or just the old ones?" he quipped, biting off the word 'old.' Castor didn't respond, just grinned and applied the outer paste to the bandage on his thigh. Thaine was already feeling better, the wounds felt cool and numb now instead of burning and sore. Castor smoothed out the poultice and wiped his paws on his robes, gathering up his containers and slipping them back into his satchel.

He stood slowly and placed his paws on his lower back, pushing on it as he straightened himself. "One last thing," he said, reaching into his pocket this time, pulling out a small stem with four brown leaves attached. "Chew this before you bed down, it will help keep you still while you sleep. Lessens the chance of damaging the poultice while you heal." Castor set the leaves on the table next to the basin of water and turned to leave. Thaine thanked him and the saber tooth waived him off with the back of his paw. "It's your job to fight; it's my job to heal. Next time, try to kill your opponent before you get hurt," he said with his crooked smile as he departed Thaine's cell.

The raptor leaned back against the cool stone wall and closed his eyes. Sunlight still leaked around the shutters on his cell's window but he was already tired. The rush from the Pits was fading and he was starting to feel the toll. His stomach growled and he rubbed it idly: being the Pit champion came with some perks, one of which was access to the barrack's kitchens. He was just about to go rummage for food when the sound of footsteps breeched his door again.

Opening one eye he didn't move as the pachycephalosaur servant returned with a bundle of fresh rushes. The smaller male glanced at him briefly, and then turned his gaze to the floor. A smile crept onto Thaine's muzzle as the servant dropped to the floor and began spreading the rushes on his hands and knees. The food could wait; there was another appetite that needed satisfying. Wordlessly he rose from his straw mattress and stepped over to the servant, placing a foot on the herbivore's back.

The servant gasped and turned to look back, his eyes wide and his body stiff. "Sir, if I have offended you-" he started, losing his words when he felt the sharp claws dig at his back.

"There are no 'sir's here. Stay still..." the raptor growled, moving his foot higher. The tip of his killing claw hooked the neck of the pachy's tunic easily when he reached the back of his neck. The cloth ripped easily, the dirty rags parting loudly as it opened down the back. He let his claw rake the base of the servant's tail as the tunic fell to the ground, the ripped edges stained with blood that had not yet dried.

"I-I have d-duties to attend to-" the pachy stammered his body quivering as Thaine knelt down behind him. But despite his protests he didn't struggle or even pull away when the raptor raised his tail.

"You have an important task to tend to right now," the raptor growled, raising the green and blue tail to expose the pale pucker beneath. He licked his lips and ran a finger across it, delighting in the jump that elicited from the pachy. He did it a few more times, amused that it got the same reaction each time, before dipping his head and burying his muzzle under that tail.

The pachy gasped as Thaine's warm tongue brushed over the sensitive scales. His black muzzle pressed against the soft under scales, his nostrils grazing the underside of the servant's tail. He lapped at the delicate pucker, coating it with his saliva before pressing the tip of his tongue into the opening. A moan came from the other end as his tongue snaked into the resistant opening. His claws scratched at the scales of the pachy's thighs as he held him still while his tongue did its work.

When his tongue snaked out of the pale green hole Thaine let a smirk cross his muzzle: there were no more protests coming from the smaller male, only a writhing anticipation. The raptor ran one set of claws down the pachy's back, watching in amusement as he shivered. "Now that you're prepared, your real task can begin," he growled in a voice heavy with desire. He guided his hips to the servant's, his black arousal glistening with sweat and precum as he approached the saliva-slickened opening.

The pachy jumped when he felt the tip graze his scales, but Thaine grabbed his shoulder in his jaws and held him still. A whimper escaped his beak as the teeth pricked at his shoulder but they wouldn't leave anything worse than scratches. The raptor let out a low, breathy snarl as the tip of his maleness pushed past the tight ring. He paused for a moment, enjoying the warmth surrounding the head of his cock before giving a quick lurch forward, burying several inches inside the servant. He was rewarded with a sharp cry as the pachy grasped at the sweet-smelling rushes. "Better keep it down. If anyone knows you like it that much you'll be servicing more than me today."

Whimpering and nodding the pachy dipped his head, resting the front of his boney dome on the floor as Thaine pushed deeper inside of him. The raptor licked and nipped at the blue scaled neck as he sank his entire length into the warm hole. Black balls rested against pale green ones as he paused, enjoying the feeling of being fully immersed in his bitch before sliding back out. Just before the head of his cock popped out he gripped the pachy tight and shoved himself back inside. With that he set a rough, quick pace, biting at the pachy's neck as he ravaged his tail hole.

The male under him quivered and whined softly with each thrust, but Thaine could tell it was all out of pleasure. He was more certain when his hand moved lower and found the erect shaft dripping precum. His fingers moved teasingly up and down the length, from the base near the tight sac up to the tip. The pachy didn't have a sheath like him; the herbivore's was a thin layer of scaly skin that let the shaft hang freely. The tip of his claw toyed with the taught foreskin, coaxing out more of the clear liquid as he continued to mount him hard.

The pachy cried out again causing Thaine to snarl and slam into him almost cruelly. His free hand clamped over the servant's beak to stifle his moans as his other hand stroked the slick shaft in time with his thrusts. He bucked his hips hard and wild as he started to lose himself in the sensations, the lust taking over. His cock throbbed as he plunged deep inside the smaller male, stretching his hole around his large, black shaft.

The pulsing twitch came almost as a surprise as the raptor felt the cock in his hand release its cargo. Thick, hot seed covered the rushes as well as his claws as the pachy's entire body stiffened. He stroked the spasming cock until every last drop had been milked from it, and even then did not relent. The servant moaned and writhed even more, much to Thaine's delight, as he continued to hump into him.

It wasn't until the shadow had fallen over them that Thaine had remembered the door to his cell had been left open. He looked over his shoulders with a glare that had made seasoned Pit fighters pause, only to find one of the servants from the kitchen. The brown scaled iguanodon took a step back when Thaine's eyes fell upon him, nearly dropping the tray he had brought. "Set it down...and be gone..." the raptor panted, baring his teeth. The iguanodon set the tray of food down just inside the door and was gone before Thaine's next thrust.

Finally releasing the pachy's spent shaft, Thaine returned his hands to his hips and drove into him with unbridled vigor. His own climax was building and it wouldn't be long before he bred the male beneath him. The servant whined again the raptor's claws dug into his scales and Thaine's last thrusts came hard and quick, accompanied with a low growl as his seed shot deep inside the pachy.

Holding him tightly to his hips, Thaine rode out his orgasm with slow, shallow thrusts, until the last of his seed had been delivered. Giving the back of the pachy's neck one last nip Thaine pulled each inch of his sensitive cock out slowly, enjoying the sight of the glistening flesh emerging from the other male. With a content sigh Thaine wiped his shaft off on the pachy's thigh and sat back on his haunches, admiring the gaping hole leaking onto his new rushes. He reached out and ran a hand down the servant's inner thigh, giving the taught ball sac a light squeeze.

The pachy jumped and whimpered, crawling to the raptor's bed to help him to his shaky feet. The remnants of his tunic clung to his arms and he tried to wrap it around himself. "I-if that is all, sir, I have o-other tasks to attend to..." he said softly, breathing heavily.

Thaine smirked and rose to his feet, his glistening maleness shrinking back into its sheath slowly. He walked over to the table near his bed and retrieved one of the tunics that had been intended for him. "Here," he said, grabbing the pachy by the collar and tugging the torn tunic from his arms. He admired the slender naked body for a moment before handing him the new tunic. "Might be a bit big for you but it's better than these torn rags."

Shyly the servant took the new clothes and held them to his chest for a moment. "Th-thank you sir," he said softly before turning his back to Thaine to dress. The tunic hung down past his knees and the sleeves were very baggy but it would suffice.

"I already told you," he said, stepping closer and giving the pachy's nose a light nip, 'there are no 'sir's here. But you should get back to your tasks. I've kept you long enough, but if the Master's ask you can tell them you were attending to me." He reached out and ran a hand over the smooth dome of the pachy's head. "And come to think of it, I might need attending to later this evening."

He wasn't sure but he thought he glimpsed the start of a smile on the smaller male's lips as he turned to go. Thaine gave his tail a parting stroke and watched until his shadow had disappeared down the hall. With a sigh he picked up his tray and took it to his bed. He tore apart the roasted foul with his claws and chewed idly as his thoughts drifted back to what Master Illan had said.

A private performance was an inauspicious thing. He only hoped that his wounds healed before then. The thought of fighting with his current injuries darkened his mood and he put the thoughts aside. The Masters would not risk their champion on a private performance. Unless...

Thaine growled at his own thoughts and downed his food along with the skin of sour whine the iguanodon had brought him. He'd be sure to track down that pachy again, if not tonight then before his excursion to the palace. With a sigh Thaine lay down on his straw mattress and reached for the leaves Castor had left him. He slipped them into his muzzle and chewed the bitter plant until his mouth felt numb. Spitting the remnants onto the floor he rolled over and closed his eyes to rest and heal.