All You Have To Do Is Shout It Out [Birth]
Fallen One, was she ever furious. Those fuschia eyes, narrowed to slits of rage. They watched her strain to reach a more comfortable position, and hurried to assist her. Large form would slide into the space behind her, seeking to support her agonized body. The fact that she cursed them made no difference, nor did it matter. The woman was in pain, suffering through life's most horrendous of miracles. Tentatively, they would caress the top of her head with their tongue. "I am so, deeply sorry, little pixie." They crooned into her charcoal aud. It was their incessant desires that had pushed this upon her, even though she wanted no part in child bearing.
"Get these fuckers out of me!" She wailed, vocals harsh with strain. Brown tipped auds fell back, worry creasing their brow ever more. Tentatively, they let out a low call for anyone who was listening. She seemed so frenzied that they thought perhaps she might die. The light in her eyes dulled, shuttered from reality. The titan resumed their affections, grooming her ears and neck. Kaine hoped it would ground her, and keep her present for the birth of their children.
Her stomach rippled with each contraction. It was horrific to watch, really. How could such a miracle be so cruel? All at once, a small bundle arrived into the world. Their little pixie seemed so distant, they felt better to be the one who welcomed it. She made no moves towards the tiny creature. Ever so gently, they could extract themself from her side. This was a large pup, for sure. It would be strong, a good soldier for the empire. Ruddy as the clay of the canyon in which they first settled. The giant would busy themself with bathing the child, until it squalled at their touch. A sigh of relief. It lived! Ever so gently, they plucked it from the ground. This little child needed to eat, and feel the warmth of its mother's body. Thus, the beast placed it delicately at her belly.
No sooner had they paused to admire their lover's hard work, and their success, than another child was evicted from the comfort of her womb. "My love, you are so strong." They murmured to her, bumping their snout against the side of hers. Careful paws carried them to her tail, where a light coloured pup had arrived. This one bore the colourings of its mother. Perhaps this one would tend more towards her lines, and bear more magic in its veins. Tenderly, they laved their tongue over its tiny body until it cried. Which didn't take long at all. This one was even stronger than the first, it seemed. Fantastic! Collecting it gently between their teeth, they placed it at the side of its sibling. The pair suckled voraciously.
Her straining had quelled, and the titan looked towards her rump. This must have been all. Perfect, two strong pups for the empire. A warm, rumbling tone slipped through their jaws; "They are beautiful, my love." For they could see her watching the children, admiring them. All that hard work had paid off, it seemed. Mismatched gaze roved over the pair. While somewhat smaller, the first born seemed not to be lacking for tenacity. They squinted, seeking to puzzle out whether they were male or female. Ah, two boys. "The first born shall be Mephistopheles Aman Abraxas." They declared, smiling at their lover. "You should be the one to name our other son, little pixie. He looks so much like you."