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Posted on July 14, 2013 at 02:52:56 AM by Fatality
He was not in the den with her, her master and controller was out hunting and it was just as well. Hidden within the darkness of the den she squirms, her movements snake like as she moans. Her sounds pained yet sensual for such a thing was interchangeable for the hellcat. Her rounded belly slight, testament to the sole pup she carried within her womb, a pup that wanted out. Paws scratch at the earth, dragging violent scars as her eyes roll into the back of her head. Yet the funny thing about this sweet torment was she did not even know she was pregnant. And suddenly she lashes out, sinking her teeth into her tail to muffle the long howl that threatened to release itself from her vocals of their own accord. How dare they defy her control, what little she had left. Body shudders, struggling to pass the single parasite that refused to leave. A parasite that fought the contractions that attempted to claw its way back into the darkness of the bitch’s womb. His back paws coming first, caught and trapped without a care. For even so young he cared not for the safety of his mother, only what he wanted. Already a monster was being born, one to rival even Tobias’s reign of terror. One to supersede even his own mother’s claim on lunacy. The scarred vixen knows not how long she moans, her body thrashing and stilling. Panting and snarling she pushes, even nipping at the sack that covers her pups hind legs. Her canines slicing into the sack and pinching her pups leg. And it is in that moment that the boy pup experiences his first bout of pain. Yelping he slips free admist bodily fluids and against the warmth of the bitch that birthed him. Cool air assaults him, racks his damp body and it is not long before shivers take him. The hell cat? She busies herself with clean up, promptly eating the afterbirth before turning her radiant pink eyes upon her whelp. With a growl she licks him, to which he protests, swiping at her tongue. Already he knows to fight, to demand respect so to speak. An action that actually brings a ghost of a smile to her lips. Perhaps he was worth keeping for after all she had intended to ingest him as well. Roughly she shoves him to her teat, shivering in delight when he latches on with the same level of ferocity. A sigh leaves her lips as she curls her body around his, displaying a rare gentle emotion. Eyes grow heavy before sliding shut, her body is in turmoil, blood steadily leaks from her. Yet, nothing can be heard but the loud slurping of Erikur, his moniker being whispered just before her breathing slows. Not quite stopping yet like the blood that pools around her rear end very much there.  |
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- ~ Battle not with monsters ~ - By ~ Maugrim ~ July 14, 2013 at 10:26:02 PM
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