Mother of Monsters

You awake to a searing pain in your abdomen.

Sitting up with a start, every muscle in your body screams in protest, still sore from the hard fucking your master had given you earlier.

Looking down at your stomach, you realize immediately that your master had truly claimed you as his. Your belly is now swollen, well past the point of doubting that the massive load of semen he had left in your womb had done it's work.

Your massively pregnant stomach juts out in front of you as you struggle to sit upright.

Your master is already awake and pacing the tent, seemingly waiting for something. The other hounds were mostly still asleep, piled into a ball on the opposite side of the tent.

As you watch your owner lovingly, another searing pain wracks your body. Immediately, you realize what is happening. You had heard the traveling priestesses tell of assisting pregnant women with the pain of childbirth, heard them tell how agony washed across them in waves just as it did with you now.

You realize with absolute pride and joy, that you are about to become a mother, and give birth to your master's young on the same straw matt he'd impregnated you on.

You lie back on your elbows and spread your legs wide. Somehow you knew that women claimed by hellhounds had to deliver their litters without aid, but, if you survived, you would be fully healed in just under a day thanks to the venom in your blood. You suspected that your master would mount and impregnate you again soon after.

Sighing heavily, you try to mentally prepare yourself for the next contraction, which came seconds later. This one was the worst so far, causing you to cry out in agony as the muscles in your uterus strained, pushing the first of your Daemonic Master's brood towards your opening, still tender from the night before when your master had taken your virtue in front of the pack.

Screaming nearly constantly for the next several hours, your cries echoed by the pack, you give birth, one by one, to your owner's unholy spawn.