May you rot in hell
A familiar pain grasped her sides and shot through her with a vengeance. Jaws clenched as muscles strained to ride out the pain. Damn him. Damn him to deepest, darkest pit in hell. She would return to her den, the very alcove these little bastards had been conceived. Before slipping inside her crown tipped back to summon her husband to her side.
She would flop down unceremoniously inside, pants parting her jaws. She would groan, the pain unbearable, yet deliciously so. But she knew that she would soon be cursed to raise yet more little hellions. Never in her wilder nightmares had she envisioned herself with so many offspring. The only up side was they would have older siblings to guide them down their destined path. A path that led to darkness and power. |
Lazily his head would lift and he would stop his walking, blinking slowly before he would absent mindedly head towards his den of herbs. There he would gather the usual, he would gather pain relievers and things to help contractions before setting off at a lope towards their den. Collecting herbs helped centre him, helped him clear his mind at least a bit. He had to focus, had to be there for her. He would approach their new den quickly but as he drew close to its mouth he would slow. Head ducking he would slip inside and quickly set to work wordlessly. He would drop his bundles before picking up different herbs and different amounts and dropping them before her. "Eat…" He would instruct softly before moving to drop himself behind her protectively. "Ready for round three?" He would ask, trying to keep the mood light even as he sluggishly waded around in his mind for words he could string into a sentence. He felt scattered but he had to be here. He had to be here for her.
He would answer her summons with diligence, slipping into their den with a mouthful of herbs. Her coral gaze searched face, immediately taking note. He had not been well, not at all. He was barely presence during the few times she had sought him out, his look was always wild and haunted. But he never spoke about why. She wanted to understand but she wasn't entirely sure he was capable of sharing whatever demons haunted him. Without a word she would ingest the herbs provided, her gaze following him as her laid down beside her, curling his larger frame around her own.[b] Fuck you[/b]. She would hiss angrily, shooting daggers at him. She was definitely not ready for round 3.
Whatever he had given had helped, but there wasn't a plant strong enough to completely rid her body of the pain. Muscles clenched as she rode it out, a low growl mingling with her pants. Instinct would guide her and she would be forced to submit to her body, her sides heaving with effort. The first to be born would be a girl, nothing more than a blob of greys and wet fur. With sickening practiced ease she would groom the little bastard before nestling the wailing ball of flesh against her belly.
It seemed she would never catch a break. Valentine had been the largest of her children, followed closely by Basanti. But neither of them could compare to this child. Renewed pain broke across her hind end without mercy, a pressure so great she was certain that she would explode. Her body heaved and heaved, a strangled whine leaving clenched jaws. Exhaustion had quickly settled, but she was given no rest. Her body was desperate to rid itself of the little hellions occupying her womb. Her gaze would flicker to her husband with a mixture of hate and uncertainty.
Again she would push, more than ready to rid herself of the added weight. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into eternity. She had lost track of time by the time her second child was born. Relief had her body sagging, haphazardly dragging the monstrous child to her side. Her tongue rasped over his unreasonably large body before again tucking him against her belly. The world around her began to fade in and out of focus, stars clouding her vision. Blood seeped into the den floor, pooling around her. Sagging against her mate, she struggled to maintain awareness, too much blood surrounded her. Unconsciousness clawed at her mind, desperate to pull her under. Eyes fell shut unceremoniously, her body going limp. |