My nipples, my pussy, my ass! Fuck, I feel like they’re tearing me into a million tiny pieces and putting them back togetherwith each hard, desperate thrust and rough lick. I can feel their love for me.
I love you, I love you, I fucking love you!
I cry out, cumming, shaking, gasping for breath as they still fuck me hard, grunting and groaning. My body is limp as I let them have their way with me until they all shudder and throw their head up with a howl so loud it shakes the room as they cum so hard it spills out of me, onto the bed, and even the floor.
I pant, eyes groggy, watching as they pull out their still hard dick and lap at the floor. My pussy eats everything and makes me gush on them again. But this time it’s not cum… a small jolt of pain rocks me and forces me to sit up, alerting them.
Panting, I groan, clutching my belly, and I biting my lips in pain.
“Th-… I think the b-babies… m… my water broke,” I groan as another jolt of pain rocks me, and I would have laughed if I wasn’t in so much pain.
The dopey looks on their faces and the way their jaws hit the floor is comedic gold, but I can’t laugh because another contraction hits, and it feels like a tectonic plate is splitting inside my pelvis.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I scream, the sound echoing off the walls, and they shift, separating into half forms and snapping to clean me and the mess we made as they watch me with panic written clearly on their faces.
“Melanie! Mama, look at me!” Enzo is hovering over me, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated panic. His golden eyes arewide, darting from my face to the blood staining the furs. He’s usually the calm one, the optimist, but right now he looks like he’s about to faint.
“Why is she screaming?! Slater, why is she screaming?!”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?! Cerberus aren’tborn, they are forged in the fire… I d-don’t know why this is happening!” he shouts.
“WELL, DO SOMETHING!” Yamir growls at him, and he panics.
“I don’t… I don’t know what to do!”
“Mama, h-hold my hand. We got you. We got you,” Enzo stammers, his massive hands trembling.
“What about the doctor?!” Yamir paces the floor so fast there’s smoke coming from the ground.
“Y-YEAH, THAT’S IT! I-I’LL G-GO GET THE DOCTOR!”
“AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! OH GODDDDDD, THEY’RE COOOOMMMMINNNNGGGGG!” I shriek, my fingers digging into the bed, ripping up the mattress. “THEY ARE COMING NOW!” I squeeze Enzo’s hand so hard I hear his bones creak, but he doesn’t flinch. He just leans down, pressing his cool forehead against my burning one.
“You got this, Mama,” Enzo chokes out.
“Fuck Slater, help me lift her legs!” Yamir moves, and both of them lift my legs, and I scream.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!” I screech from the pain, and they go still.
“I…I see it!” Slater’s voice cracks.
“PUSH!” Yamir screams from across the room, slamming his fist into the wall and leaving a crater. “PUSH, MAMA, PUSH!”
I don’t need him to tell me. My body takes over. It’s a violent urge that forces the air from my lungs. I groan, a deep, guttural sound that matches my husbands’ own voices when they are beyond these walls, fighting that man.
“OOOOOHHHH GGGOOOODDDDDDD!” I heave in agony, pushing and bearing down, gritting my teeth as something slides out of me, not with a cry, but with a tiny, high-pitched yip.
Slater catches the small, wriggling weight, his face freezing in complete shock, eyes wide.
“It’s... it’s a puppy!”
“A puppy?!” Enzo breathes out, leaning over to look, but I let out a loud scream.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH! IT’S COMING AGAIN AUUUUUUUUUHGGGGHHHH!” I grit my teeth. This time when it slides out, it’s Enzo who catches it, but not soon after, the pain rocks me again, and I pant, sweating, bearing down, gritting once more, pushing and collapsing on the bed when all the pain miraculously leaves my body, leaving me feeling empty.
“Yip, yip yip!” I hear in my haze and look up to see each of my husbands holding a wiggling tiny creature that looks like a puppy, but a bit different. They have tiny fire horns atop their heads, and their fur is red instead of black like their fathers.
“Look at them, Mama!” Yamir smiles, tears in his eyes, his hands reaching out as if he’s scared he’ll crush it.
