It doesn't come. Whatever the second harpy is saying to the grey-eyed monster, it's working. She sends a silent thanks to the bird, to the conscience that, thank god, the dappled beast does actually possess. Through a haze of exhaustion, the silver breathes a sigh of relief. Her daughters live another day - although her gaze travels to poor, bleeding Oizys, her face so matted with blood that it's hard to tell if she has any sort of a face left. With herculean effort, Nyx leans forwards to try and lick her girl clean, but the filly squirms away with a low growl of pain.

It can wait. The bastard speaks, his words grating against her guilt. She raises an eyebrow, even though the small effort of twitching her face muscles seems to exhaust every last cell of her strength. "I did, and it was lovely, but no bad deed goes unpunished. Sometimes, sunshine, when you shove tab A into slot B enough times, foals happen." Had his mother never taught him of the birds and the bees? Are these his first children, for him to react so violently to their existence? His heirs, his progeny, and he would have slaughtered them in cold blood if not for the timely intervention of his companion! Skin that he made sing now shudders and recoils at the thought of his touch; the euphoria that he erupted inside her body is burnt away, replaced by the ashes of disgust.

She really needs to start selecting her conquests more closely. She can put up with a lot in her choice of dick, but she draws the line at infanticide.

The silver blinks, and realises how reluctant she is to open her eyes again. She needs rest; she has lost a lot of blood, and dreads to think how gruesome her downstairs department is. But like hell is she sleeping when there's a monster nearby, not now she knows what he's capable of. She asks Dominus to herd her daughters close to her, just in case their sire should have a change of heart and try to strike at them again.

He asks their names, which is promising - why put a name to a corpse? "The three-horned one is Oizys; goddess of misery. The blue-blazed one is Enyo, goddess of war." She wonders if he'll change them, just to spite her; she's hardly in any position to argue, prone and helpless as she is. Name them what you want, as long as they get to live.

She does not notice the presence of another, so close is the attention she's paying to her lover and their brood. Her fierce blue eyes - the only part of her body that still have fire - fix on the grey beast's face, wondering what his next move will be.