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Title: looking after the children
Fandom: legacy of kain
Pairing/Characters: Raziel, Kain, Dumah
Rating: M+
Words: 925
Contains: bloodplay, light torture, implied non-con sex...
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summary: catering to the individual tastes of the newly enhanced brood is something any father takes pleasure in doing
Fandom: legacy of kain
Pairing/Characters: Raziel, Kain, Dumah
Rating: M+
Words: 925
Contains: bloodplay, light torture, implied non-con sex...
Prompt:
kink_bingo 'bloodplay' square.summary: catering to the individual tastes of the newly enhanced brood is something any father takes pleasure in doing
Raziel could smell it before he reached the heavy doors leading to Kain's throne room, pausing to lay a cloven hand on the ancient wood. Blood, some with the iron tang of being freshly spilled, some more musty smelling as it mixed with the air and dried on whatever surface it had fallen against. It was hard to resist breathing it in deep, and he ignored the faint ache of his teeth, thirsting for what was just beyond the doors.
Pushing one open enough to slip through, Raziel slowly closed it behind him, mind focused on the scene in the room. Kain sat on his throne in a relaxed sprawl, yellow eyes intent on his movements rather than on whatever what happening in the room, claws wrapped around a thick chain. The chain ended in a collar which was fastened around the throat of a husky youth, peasant stock in appearance with his broad chest bared to the firelit room and sporting a few scratch marks. Not many but certainly enough to leave light scabs across the tanned skin. A warning against trying anything stupid.
"I saved you some," Kain smiled, all but purring at Raziel in pleasure, one hand carefully caressing the youth's hair, the other holding up the heavy chain in offering.
"Only some?" Raziel asked, only now able to look away from his Sire's commanding gaze to take in the rest of the room.
It was rare that they feasted in the throne room, Kain not wanting the scent of blood too strong here. Only on special occasions did they do this and as Raziel observed what his brother Dumah was up to, he knew what they were celebrating.
Dumah, third eldest of Kain's brood, was newly returned from his most recent evolutionary sleep in which he had gained the cloven hands that his older brothers Raziel and Turel and their Sire already had. Like Raziel and Turel before him, Kain had given Dumah a gift to welcome him back from his slumber. Two young women, virgins by the scent of their blood, newly ordained priestesses if the torn and scattered scraps of clothing were to be believed.
"Jealous, brother?" Raziel heard Dumah call out, his brother not turning from his contemplation of the two women he had chained up to the wall, their arms spread wide above their heads where heavy shackles cut into delicate looking wrists, legs free hanging.
This was where the almost overpowering scent of blood came from for Dumah was testing the cutting ability of his newly formed claws on the pale skin of his captives. It seemed Dumah very much appreciated his gift, if the slowly growing pool of blood and glistening splatters of red on stone was anything to go by. Raziel could see that he'd been enjoying himself for quite some time, barely any reaction out of one of the women except for a weak whimper as Dumah drew a finger across the inside of her elbow, bright blood welling up along the path of its passage to trickle along her arm and down her side. It matched the cut on her other arm which looked fresh compared to the darkened slits across a thigh where the blood was already clotting and drying. A rough fondle of her breast received a little more reaction, either from the indignity of being handled so or the fact that to weaker beings Dumah's palms now felt like a thousand pinpricks upon the skin, skin which was now bright with blood that Dumah lapped up with his tongue.
The only indication that the second was still alive was in the slow steady raise and fall of her chest, not sleeping but fainted and left alone for now.
Raziel watched long enough to see Dumah's teeth sink into soft flesh of his current target, clawed hand roughly grabbing one of her bloodied legs and lifting it up. Her scream told Raziel exactly what Dumah was doing as he turned his attention back to his Sire and the young man seated at his feet, hate-filled eyes glaring in Dumah's direction.
Perhaps he knew the woman who had just been deflowered.
Reaching out Raziel grabbed the youth's chin, forcing him to look upwards. He could feel the pads of his claws bite into the unprotected skin, caught a hint of the freshly released blood, and bared his fangs in a small snarl as his Sire's amused chuckle.
"We will adjourn elsewhere," he said, more thinking out loud than stating his intentions, moving to take the chain from Kain's hand. Raziel frowned when Kain did not immediately release it. "You are welcome to join me, Sire," he added, not looking away from the youth as he drew his thumb across his cheek, more blood quickly welling up.
"Of course," Kain murmured, standing up, moving towards the door that would eventually lead to his private chambers.
Tugging on the chain, Raziel hauled the youth to his feet, pleased that he wasn't so far gone with fear not to resist a little, resistance which was momentarily subdued with a sharp growl. He liked them to have a little fight.
"Leavinkhf alreafy?" Raziel heard Dumah ask, his voice sounding much distracted, mouth obviously occupied.
"Yes," Raziel growled. "And stop playing with your food. It's a disgusting habit."
Dumah's laughter followed Raziel and his prey out of the room, as did the screams of the second woman, newly awakened by Dumah's not so gentle attentions, of her or her companion Raziel could not tell, nor care.
Pushing one open enough to slip through, Raziel slowly closed it behind him, mind focused on the scene in the room. Kain sat on his throne in a relaxed sprawl, yellow eyes intent on his movements rather than on whatever what happening in the room, claws wrapped around a thick chain. The chain ended in a collar which was fastened around the throat of a husky youth, peasant stock in appearance with his broad chest bared to the firelit room and sporting a few scratch marks. Not many but certainly enough to leave light scabs across the tanned skin. A warning against trying anything stupid.
"I saved you some," Kain smiled, all but purring at Raziel in pleasure, one hand carefully caressing the youth's hair, the other holding up the heavy chain in offering.
"Only some?" Raziel asked, only now able to look away from his Sire's commanding gaze to take in the rest of the room.
It was rare that they feasted in the throne room, Kain not wanting the scent of blood too strong here. Only on special occasions did they do this and as Raziel observed what his brother Dumah was up to, he knew what they were celebrating.
Dumah, third eldest of Kain's brood, was newly returned from his most recent evolutionary sleep in which he had gained the cloven hands that his older brothers Raziel and Turel and their Sire already had. Like Raziel and Turel before him, Kain had given Dumah a gift to welcome him back from his slumber. Two young women, virgins by the scent of their blood, newly ordained priestesses if the torn and scattered scraps of clothing were to be believed.
"Jealous, brother?" Raziel heard Dumah call out, his brother not turning from his contemplation of the two women he had chained up to the wall, their arms spread wide above their heads where heavy shackles cut into delicate looking wrists, legs free hanging.
This was where the almost overpowering scent of blood came from for Dumah was testing the cutting ability of his newly formed claws on the pale skin of his captives. It seemed Dumah very much appreciated his gift, if the slowly growing pool of blood and glistening splatters of red on stone was anything to go by. Raziel could see that he'd been enjoying himself for quite some time, barely any reaction out of one of the women except for a weak whimper as Dumah drew a finger across the inside of her elbow, bright blood welling up along the path of its passage to trickle along her arm and down her side. It matched the cut on her other arm which looked fresh compared to the darkened slits across a thigh where the blood was already clotting and drying. A rough fondle of her breast received a little more reaction, either from the indignity of being handled so or the fact that to weaker beings Dumah's palms now felt like a thousand pinpricks upon the skin, skin which was now bright with blood that Dumah lapped up with his tongue.
The only indication that the second was still alive was in the slow steady raise and fall of her chest, not sleeping but fainted and left alone for now.
Raziel watched long enough to see Dumah's teeth sink into soft flesh of his current target, clawed hand roughly grabbing one of her bloodied legs and lifting it up. Her scream told Raziel exactly what Dumah was doing as he turned his attention back to his Sire and the young man seated at his feet, hate-filled eyes glaring in Dumah's direction.
Perhaps he knew the woman who had just been deflowered.
Reaching out Raziel grabbed the youth's chin, forcing him to look upwards. He could feel the pads of his claws bite into the unprotected skin, caught a hint of the freshly released blood, and bared his fangs in a small snarl as his Sire's amused chuckle.
"We will adjourn elsewhere," he said, more thinking out loud than stating his intentions, moving to take the chain from Kain's hand. Raziel frowned when Kain did not immediately release it. "You are welcome to join me, Sire," he added, not looking away from the youth as he drew his thumb across his cheek, more blood quickly welling up.
"Of course," Kain murmured, standing up, moving towards the door that would eventually lead to his private chambers.
Tugging on the chain, Raziel hauled the youth to his feet, pleased that he wasn't so far gone with fear not to resist a little, resistance which was momentarily subdued with a sharp growl. He liked them to have a little fight.
"Leavinkhf alreafy?" Raziel heard Dumah ask, his voice sounding much distracted, mouth obviously occupied.
"Yes," Raziel growled. "And stop playing with your food. It's a disgusting habit."
Dumah's laughter followed Raziel and his prey out of the room, as did the screams of the second woman, newly awakened by Dumah's not so gentle attentions, of her or her companion Raziel could not tell, nor care.
