Loki's emerald eyes were sealed off from the rest of the world, the dame was fat, swollen, remarkably so, even when she had given birth to Thor's brode she had not grown so heavy, although this time she was fairly certain it was due to an extra amount of whelps. Thor had bred her once. Nnoitra had bred her again and again and again, to ensure she would grow thick with his offspring and grown remarkably swollen she had. She could barely walk, much less perform any other mundane task. It irked her, made her testy, not vicious, not violent, but frustrated. Loki was a creature that needed mental stimulation, she didn't thrive well on complete solitude and yet... Emerald oculars snapped open as an uncomfortable rippling of her abdominal muscles rumbled across her bodice. She grunted, head careening to lick the morning moisture from her pelt when a much sharper, much more searing pain crunched through her. She knew that fucking pain. Emerald oculars blew wide and her jaws splayed wide in a silent cry. Eyes snapping open, hollowed emerald orbs sought her empty den before a scream, a bellow ripped across Tortuga as the pain laid her flat in the dirt, nostrils flaring, legs paddling with the effort of expelling her soon to be litter. It carried a singular name... Nnoitra. Speech,

A scream rang out through Tortuga. A painful one clearly calling to one being and one being alone. Pasty head snapped upwards as he looked in the direction of her den. The place where the cry had come from. Ears flicked forward and the man immediately knew it was her time. Perhaps a bit late, but it was most certainly time to see his whelps be born into the world. She would be quite angry with him. He'd seen how big she'd gotten. Swollen with his kids. Neither of them were large creatures either. Slim and extremely agile. He knew that they could be no bigger than he. The conclusion was that there were more than three. Possibly five. No more than six. She would be livid with him, but that was what he was even bothering to show up for. See his second litter of kids come into the world and to let her curse at him with the tongue he knew she possessed.

Completely prepared for the onslaught of words she would barrage him with, he set forward towards her den with a brusque trot. He was intent on arriving there in decent time else he give her something else to harp at him for. Pregnant women were already moody enough without giving them reasons to be even more bitchy. He had no intentions of possibly frustrating her even more than he probably had with the whole ordeal. He did quite appreciate his balls attached to his body.

Picky his way to her almost completely hidden den, his head ducked downwards as he peered inside. He could see her dark body writhing as her body worked through the familiar routine of expelling the life inside of her. Two-toned blue gaze gave her a look that said "well go on. I'm waiting for the cussing to commence" while eyebrows raised expectantly.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

It was an offer trying to alleviate anything. A moment of kindness that the old brute had. Perhaps it wasn't the best time to ask that, but he wasn't quite familiar with how it all worked. Brina hadn't exactly been the greatest example of a mother. In fact she'd left him with the kids as soon as they were weaned. This time would be different, but as far as dealing with the pregnant mother. Well. This was a whole new ballgame. One who would tread lightly on. He also liked his trachea intact with his throat.

"Talk"

(((OOC: Kay guys, Let Nnoitra post one more time and then... pups away!))) She damned whatever had persuaded her to bear this insufferable agony a second time, she damned that ivory bastard and his God damned cock for never having enough of her so cunt and filling her womb with far too many of his God damned offspring. Horny ass bastard. Her nostrils flared and her teeth grinded together as another wave of unbearable agony clenched through her abdomen. Where in the fuck was he? A fine sheen of moisture had plastered her fur to her bodice and finally....finally the asshole appeared in the mouth of her cavern. Emerald eyes narrowed in a glare fierce enough to send the demons cowering back to hell... at least until another contraction rendered her silent and she reared back in agony, skull slamming against the dirt. "Get behind me you bastard, support my spine, coil around me like these fucking kids were born out of pure love." She snarled with more venom than any assassin could ever dream of having. When Nnoitra had done her bidding, she leaned against his heavily, her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth as she panted with effort. For hours they lay together, Loki occasionally damning him to the seventh layer of hell, and occasionally asking for a brush of his tongue, they may not be head over heels in love for one another, but they respected one another, and they had an emotional bond to some extent, instinct demanded she now submit to him, as she was sure his own instinct demanded he protect her. The contractions grew closer and closer until she was little more than a writhing mass of ebony against his side, panting, wheezing, coughing and God damn it she was too old for this! Her lips parted, eyes slammed shut, claws scraping into the dirt and pushing with everything she had, Loki screamed. A wet plop and emerald orbs snapped open, head careening back behind her to lick the pup clean and gently nuzzle it towards one of her nipples. Female. "Pestilence." Because that's what pregnancy was a God damned disease. Her last litter had been comprised of two, surely there couldn't be many more within her? Another wretched contraction successfully wiped such thoughts from her brain, leaning into Nnoitra and grinding her teeth to prevent any more noise from escaping her, the second would drop to the floor. Half hoping that this was the last, she offered him the same treatment. "You name him, hes male." There was a brief pause, a lull in contractions but it was short lived. A moment later she was back to writhing in agony while the two pups suckled from her. Panting, exhausted and winded the third would fall from her and dutifully she would cleanse and align the pup just as she had the rest. "Narfi." That had to be the last, she couldn't take this any- another contraction smashed into her and she couldn't stop the scream that erupted from her vocals. God fucking damn it that hurt! She was going to kill him! Just how many fucking pups was she giving birth too? "Nnoitra!" His fathers name was the first thing the fourth pup would hear. She repeated the process and mumbled another name. "Cadabra..." Four... four pups... jesus. She panted heavily, her form limp and exhausted against Nnoitra's as the pups suckled hungrily, the pain returned and she sunk her teeth into Noitra's shoulder, tears falling from emerald oculars as she sobbed, straining her overly exhausted body to expel yet another pup. "God fucking damn it Nnoitra! I can't... Ah!" The thought trailed off in a horrific cry as the most painful contraction she had felt yet pushed the fifth from her womb. She cleaned and pushed it towards a nipple but was far too exhausted to check for gender, because another wave of agony hit her and the wench actually sobbed. burying her snout in Nnoitra's chest as she forced her muscles to push, utter agony clouded her lower half, filled her vision with black spots. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" It was another few minutes before the last escaped along with the rest of the contents of her womb and finally... finally the pressure vanished. Carefully she cleaned the last, the pups easily taking the vast majority of her abdomen, she slumped backwards against her mate, muscles quacking, body aching and emerald eyes barely managing to stay conscious, she couldn't remember ever being so fucking tired in all of her life. "Name them... you bastard, nuzzle them so they imprint on you and not someone else." Venom still oozed from her tone but it was waylaid by exhaustion. "Don't you dare fucking stand! You will lean over me and support me, and you will stay there until I awaken from the God damned coma that your seed had put me in." The snarl was a command and nothing short of one.Despite her calloused words, she twisted her neck, to nuzzle the side of his maw almost affectionately, she didn't truly hate him. Speech,

That glare. The venomous look was enough to make the fur on his shoulders stand on end. He knew trouble when he saw it, and if looks could kill he would certainly be dead. She obviously was not pleased with him. Especially since it'd taken him a little bit to get to her den in the first place. She would probably continue to be pissed with him, and it would only intensify as things got worse.

"Get behind me you bastard, support my spine, coil around me like these fucking kids were born out of pure love."

Something told him he better oblige else he lose a valuable body part. He nodded and slithered in with her, coiling around her like she suggested. She lay panting, tongue lolling from her mouth as her body went through contraction after contraction. Going through the process of birth to deliver their children into the world. Half the time she spent cursing him. He just laid there and took her verbal beating, occasionally giving her soft strokes of his tongue along her fur. Occasionally ears would flick towards the entrance and he would growl softly if he heard something concerning. Other than that it was silent.

Finally it was time. With a lot more squirming, screaming, and cursing the first pup was born. He craned his head too look at the child more and observed as she pronounced it to be a female. Pestilence. He didn't revel long at the whitish tiny creature on the floor as it moved to her mother. Instead he waited as more contractions overtook her and she squeezed out another pup. She seemed exhausted, but these pups weren't abnormally huge. With as big as she gotten, surely there was more? It seemed as though she wished for him to name this child. Male. He racked his brain for an answer before coming up with one.

"Grimmjow."

The child was whitish looking too. He couldn't help but wonder if they would grow to have markings like some of his family had. Of course that would come when they were older. He studied both pups for a moment. Their eyes were closed and they were devoid of all senses save for touch and taste. What would they grow to become. Hell, what eye colors did they have? A part of him was impatient, but he could wait.

A third would come. Another male that she immediately named Narfi. He studied the kid as well. The same thoughts occurring. He was naturally curious. She seemed absolutely finished though. Could she take much more? Ears pinned backwards as a scream escaped her larynx. Nope. She wasn't done. Far from done. The next one came out and she leaned against him heavily, barely managing to call the pup Cadabra.

What he didn't expect was for the process to continue. The only thought he could think was "what the hell" and then she sunk he teeth into his shoulder. The man flinched but otherwise didn't move. He didn't retaliate either. She had every right to be pissy with him. Seems as though old age hadn't slowed down much in his system at all. She began sobbing, tears coming from her toxic eyes. She was exhausted and Nnoitra couldn't help but pity her. He couldn't do anything for her though but give her a comforting lick, goading her to keep on going through it. That it would be over soon.

She exclaimed she hated him. Screamed it at him. He doubted she hated him, but it was a very real possibility that she did hate him. Five pups and it seemed as though she wasn't quite done. His head rested on hers as she buried it into his chest. He genuinely felt bad for her. He hadn't meant for it to be like this, but it was done. He couldn't change anything so she would have to continue to move forward. He would just have to make it up to her another time.

Finally the last one came out. The last two that had been born had yet to be named, but no sooner was he about to question it before she spat at him furiously. Demanding that he name the last two, nuzzle them all, and imprint on them. He merely nodded, not took keen on replying or giving her something else to rip his head off over. She surprised him by twisting herself so that she could nuzzle his maw. Seems as though she didn't truly hate him.

He leaned over her and studied the last two, nuzzling them into their right spots before giving them all an affectionate lick. He would bond with these kids. After a moment longer he then decided on names.

"Seth and Devya."

There. They all had names. She seemed to be done giving birth, and now this whole ordeal was over. The man relaxed and rested his head on her, eyes occasionally flicking towards the entrance. He was vigilant. Wary to let anyone come near. Especially since she was so vulnerable and exhausted. He would allow her to rest. Even if it meant staying awake for a while. Eventually, if she woke up, he'd go hunting.

"Talk"

Deaf and blind to the world around her, the tiny ball of fluff and fluid cried haplessly as the first inhale of oxygen burned her lungs, lovingly a scent enveloped her and a warm wetness settled over her, She was nuzzled into something warm and something soft and while she earned for the comfort of the womb, greedily her toothless jaws coiled around a prominent nipple, sucking greedily, hungrily on the teat. Soon she would be trapped by the warm bodies of her siblings as they plopped around her, chubby and just as afraid as she. A second warmth was soon to touch her and her barely processing mind would save it store it, the scent of her mother and the scent of her father, the first two things her tiny brain would comprehend.

Until now, his life had been warm- simple, and almost non-existence. A horrible feeling of being squished later, and he was cold. Oh so cold. Mind could not yet form malicious or good thoughts, instinct was purely his drive. Something guided him, pushing him along the earth, towards a sweet smell, which he greedily latched on too. Pressed against his siblings- his family, that he did not yet know, he suckled, taking in the life-force. Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust, Seth Famine Jaegar was born, a new soul and a new mind to the world. Yet, here in this moment, he was just a pup. A newborn to suckle, and grow strong at his mother?s side.

She didn't like whatever was happening, but exactly was happening she was't sure. She went from being warm and protected to being forced into a cold and unforgiving wolf. Oxygen burned her lungs with her first breath, the ground was hard, cold, so foreign. A cry of protest was pulled from her tiny jaws. She was guided to the warmth of her mother and siblings, belly growling with hungry. Many scents assualted her nose, the most prominent in her mind being the smell of milk, followed by what could only be her mother and her father. Latching onto the source, she suckled greedily, filling her belly, mind forming no real thoughts, only that she was once more surrounded by her siblings warmth and her belly was being filled.

Little fetal Cadabra squirmed against his siblings as his tiny world shifted soundlessly around him, throbbing, rolling, and rocking. A time ago, his world was larger. He had more room to move his developing limbs, and, to him, he was a solitary being in an endless sea of warm fluid. But as time went by, he and his siblings grew. Their bodies began to press against his, and he became aware that he was not alone. But his little mind was not yet capable of much thought or emotion, and he regarded his siblings as nothing more than obstacles to his comfort. No attempt to push them away worked, so he resigned to being squeezed in an ever shrinking space.

Rest in this small space he did, until even that small amount of comfort was taken from him. His entire world began squeezing in on him, the walls rippling and pressing down on his tiny body. He pressed his tiny paws forward in protest to the changes happening around him to no avail. Suddenly, one of the bodies next to him disappeared and he was relieved for a moment before the greatest pressure he'd ever experienced squeezed him into a small space and then, finally, nothing. Uncomfortably, nothing.

This new sensation was disturbing. Air, dry and cold in contrast to his previous home, enveloped him. A large, rough blanket of flesh pressed against his back, and he suddenly became aware of a pressure inside his chest. Opening his little mouth, he gasped in his first breath, letting it out with a weak squeal. Though deaf, he felt the vibration in his throat, as well as the pressure in his chest building again. He breathed once more, somehow not used to the idea that this action needed to be done more than once. An object of some sort pushed him in some unknown direction, and his open mouth was met by a teat. Instinct took over, and he clamped down, filling his belly with milk. So involved in feeding was he that he didn't notice the returned presence of the other bodies. But, as he finished feeding, the scents of those around him flooded his nostrils. Perhaps air wasn't so bad. There were no scents in that warm fluid, nor was there milk. And though his siblings lay near him, he could move freely and get comfortable against the warm, milk-giving wall of flesh.

All was well. Shifting into a comfortable position, he slowly stilled, barely aware of his father's tender touch as he drifted off to sleep.



"Speech," "Thought."