The fighters' resting area beneath the Iron Pit was a low-ceilinged stone chamber lit by sputtering wall torches. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, blood, oiled leather, and the faint metallic tang of fear. Benches lined the walls; some fighters sat hunched, wrapping fresh cuts or icing swollen joints. Others paced, muttering to themselves or shadowboxing in corners. A few lay flat on straw pallets, breathing through broken noses or cracked ribs. The distant roar of the crowd filtered down like thunder through the rock.
Kaelith pushed through the heavy curtain first, greataxe still dripping on her shoulder, blood and sweat streaking her muzzle and chest. Her wyvern leather was torn in three places, shallow slashes from Ragna's axe that had already stopped bleeding. Her tail lashed once, slow and satisfied, as her amber eyes scanned the room.
She spotted Alex immediately.
He sat on a low bench near the back wall, Flamefist Gauntlet resting on his knee, the ruby in the palm still glowing faintly crimson. His longsword leaned against the stone beside him, blade cleaned but still wet with Torvald's blood. He looked up as she approached, expression dark and proud.
Kaelith stopped in front of him, tail curling lazily around his ankle.
"Master," she rumbled, voice hoarse from roaring.
Alex reached out without a word, wrapped her collar chain around his fist, and yanked her down until she was kneeling between his spread thighs. Her knees hit the stone with a soft thud. He studied her face, blood-smeared muzzle, wild eyes, heaving chest, then cupped her jaw with his free hand, thumb smearing a streak of red across her cheek.
"Good girl," he said, low and rough. "You made her tap like a coward. The crowd screamed your name. I heard them from the tunnel."
Kaelith's ears flicked forward. A low, pleased growl vibrated in her throat. "I tore her open and made her bleed. All for you, master."
Alex's grip on the chain tightened. He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear.
"You fought like an animal my savage little breeder," he murmured. "Claws out, axe singing, and with no mercy. You made me proud, my heat-drunk bitch."
Kaelith shuddered, tail thrashing once, claws flexing against his thighs. Her tongue darted out, licking a drop of Ragna's blood from her lip.
"Reward me, master," she rasped. "Let your claw-slut taste you."
Alex's eyes darkened. He released her jaw, leaned back on the bench, and spread his thighs wider.
"Take it out," he ordered. "Show me how grateful you are."
Kaelith's claws moved fast, careful not to tear fabric, unlacing his trousers with practiced ease. His cock sprang free, thick, hard, already leaking. She growled low in her throat, amber eyes locked on his, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth in one slow, deep slide.
Alex groaned, hand fisting in her short fur at the nape of her neck, guiding her rhythm. She sucked hard, tongue swirling around the head, then plunged deeper until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Her throat worked around him, gagging softly, eyes watering, but she never slowed, claws digging into his thighs for leverage, tail thrashing behind her.
The resting area was loud enough, grunts, curses, and distant crowd noise, that no one paid them much attention. A few fighters glanced over, smirked, then looked away. This was the pits. People fucked in corners all the time.
Alex tightened his grip in her fur, yanked her head back until only the tip remained between her lips.
"Look at me, fang-bitch," he growled.
Kaelith's eyes snapped up, glassy, desperate, lips stretched around him.
"Good girl," he said. "Now make me come down your throat. Swallow every drop like the obedient pack-bitch you are."
She moaned around him, vibration traveling straight to his balls, and plunged back down, sucking harder, faster, tongue working relentlessly. Her claws raked lightly down his thighs, leaving thin red lines that made him hiss and thrust deeper into her mouth.
Alex's hips jerked, once, twice, then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural growl. Hot pulses flooded her throat; Kaelith swallowed greedily, gagging, moaning, taking every drop until he was spent.
He pulled out slowly, cock slick with her spit, then yanked the chain to bring her face up to his.
"Clean me," he ordered.
Kaelith's tongue darted out immediately, lapping along his length, sucking the head clean, purring low in her chest.
Alex watched her for a long moment, pride and hunger warring in his eyes, then hauled her up by the chain until she straddled his lap.
"My turn to ravage you," he said, voice rough.
He flipped her onto her back on the bench, chain still wrapped around his fist, yanked her legs apart, and thrust into her dripping heat in one brutal stroke. Kaelith screamed, raw, animal, walls clamping around him like a fist, tail thrashing wildly.
He fucked her hard, relentless, each thrust punching high, broken cries from her throat. The bench creaked beneath them; her claws raked down his back, shredding his tunic and drawing blood. He didn't slow, leaned down and bit her shoulder hard enough to leave marks, then wrapped the chain tighter around her throat, pulling just enough to make her gasp and clench harder.
"Scream for me, my savage little breeder," he growled, hips snapping forward. "Let the whole fucking pit hear how loud my heat-drunk bitch can scream when master fills her."
Kaelith's voice cracked, raw, desperate, screaming his name, screaming "master," screaming broken pleas as he pounded into her. Her claws dug deeper into his back, blood running down his sides, tail whipping against the bench.
Alex thrust deep one last time, growling, came hard, hot pulses flooding her depths, spilling out around his cock as Kaelith's climax ripped through her, screaming so loud the nearest fighters turned to look, walls milking him dry.
They collapsed, trembling, sweat-slick, bodies tangled on the bench.
Alex held her close, one hand still gripping the chain loosely around her throat, the other stroking her fur.
"Good girl," he murmured against her ear. "You fought like a beast and you took me like a slave"
Kaelith nuzzled his neck, low, hoarse rumble of contentment.
The distant crowd roared again, another match ending.
The night was far from over.
But for now, in this shadowed corner beneath the pit, Kaelith was exactly where she belonged.
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