05-27-2022, 05:12 PM
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This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:- References to after birth
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She had known it was coming, this time. By no means a pro given only having been pregnant once before yet she wouldn't forget this. Tender did it begin in her hips and her sides as she splayed herself against the den. She had decorated and filled it appropriately, lined with what she could salvage from Mystery's skin and fur. Morag wondered how else she might be able to desecrate the little bitch's skin and she smirked momentarily as she thought of just what she could do, or more correctly, who she could do --
Morag groaned as she bit back a snarl as a particularly strong contraction hit and she seethed, "VENGEANCE!" Because it was going to be a tradition now that she would make him suffer just as she suffered -- it would always take the both of them to ensure this happened so of course both of them had to have some sort of torture. Hers was worse, of course, so really, he had little to complain about other than hearing his name shouted angrily through the trees of the eerie woods.
The first one came and it was a boy, a big, chunky boy who looked like he held various shades of downy greys until she panted a little closer to him to lick across his head as she had been taught to do. Darker on one side, she realised and lighter on the other. Interesting. Morag was given little time to watch and see if it made it over to her teats for another wave of contractions hit and Morag pushed, screeching the Warlord's name with fury -- more so for the dramatics, really, but how could she not when she was squeezing multiple lives out of her?
Second was another boy, dark all over reminiscent of his sires browns -- aside from the touches of his mother. Morag's signature teardrop markings beneath her eyes and dotted brows. She snorted as she drew her tongue once more along ones head, nudging it slightly but not putting it towards her teats. If it wanted to live, it would go to where it was needed.
Morag was not entirely surprised to have to push another two out, given the size of her previous litter but one did surprise her was not another boy but the appearance of a girl. A girl, much like her previous litter, surrounded by boys but this one did not have @Lilith's stormy greys colouring. The girl held Morag's lighter touches but even lighter still, smaller in weight than the brother she had not long followed. The brother was an array of colours but fucking hell the boy was chunky.
She panted as she watched them, casting her fiery gaze to the mess that the birth had created. Upon Mystery's dead fur lay her birth juices and blood, matting and soaking the dark fur with a cruel glisten. Morag's smile was toothy and vicious, her panting breathes riddled with something akin to a laugh as she stretched out. I win.
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She had known it was coming, this time. By no means a pro given only having been pregnant once before yet she wouldn't forget this. Tender did it begin in her hips and her sides as she splayed herself against the den. She had decorated and filled it appropriately, lined with what she could salvage from Mystery's skin and fur. Morag wondered how else she might be able to desecrate the little bitch's skin and she smirked momentarily as she thought of just what she could do, or more correctly, who she could do --
Morag groaned as she bit back a snarl as a particularly strong contraction hit and she seethed, "VENGEANCE!" Because it was going to be a tradition now that she would make him suffer just as she suffered -- it would always take the both of them to ensure this happened so of course both of them had to have some sort of torture. Hers was worse, of course, so really, he had little to complain about other than hearing his name shouted angrily through the trees of the eerie woods.
The first one came and it was a boy, a big, chunky boy who looked like he held various shades of downy greys until she panted a little closer to him to lick across his head as she had been taught to do. Darker on one side, she realised and lighter on the other. Interesting. Morag was given little time to watch and see if it made it over to her teats for another wave of contractions hit and Morag pushed, screeching the Warlord's name with fury -- more so for the dramatics, really, but how could she not when she was squeezing multiple lives out of her?
Second was another boy, dark all over reminiscent of his sires browns -- aside from the touches of his mother. Morag's signature teardrop markings beneath her eyes and dotted brows. She snorted as she drew her tongue once more along ones head, nudging it slightly but not putting it towards her teats. If it wanted to live, it would go to where it was needed.
Morag was not entirely surprised to have to push another two out, given the size of her previous litter but one did surprise her was not another boy but the appearance of a girl. A girl, much like her previous litter, surrounded by boys but this one did not have @Lilith's stormy greys colouring. The girl held Morag's lighter touches but even lighter still, smaller in weight than the brother she had not long followed. The brother was an array of colours but fucking hell the boy was chunky.
She panted as she watched them, casting her fiery gaze to the mess that the birth had created. Upon Mystery's dead fur lay her birth juices and blood, matting and soaking the dark fur with a cruel glisten. Morag's smile was toothy and vicious, her panting breathes riddled with something akin to a laugh as she stretched out. I win.
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