Redhawk Caldera [m] worth it

Fox realised, with some amusement, that the Alphas of the caldera were outnumbered by their children. Thankfully, they had a great Beta pair and several close friends (along with a few not-so-close family members) who would help to raise them. They wouldn't be doing this all alone, that much was certain. With the three of them chugging away at her milk duds, Fox looked to Peregrine, remembering he was there (oops) for the first time since he'd arrived. He asked if it was over, and two beats later, her body was shuddering again. She shook her head and gritted her teeth. “Got nine more, remember?” she said, albeit weakly. Of course, she didn't actually expect nine more. If that was the case, then she decided right then that she would just close off her vag and keep them in there until she was ready for another round.

As if her body heard what she'd said, another convulsion rippled through her abdomen, and out came their final child of the year, black as a @Raven. Fox repeated the process of cleaning the homegrown sandwich bag from her face, assured that the girl was breathing, and nudged her toward where the other three were latched on for dear life. With the pups suckling, and with her body spent, it was all Fox could do to keep her eyes open for a few minutes longer. She was so ready to pass the fuck out.