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.


"Burn Baby Burn"