Hector observes the apprentices practicing their swordsmanship on the floor bellow. His personal knightly order is coming along well, alongside the cult to Auron whose newly anointed priests were chanting on a nearby chapel.
The white hellhound smiled. It’s been a rough couple of years, but things seem to be working well. He was free from the Soledan petty prudishness and he established himself as an important champion of the Dakthir Empire. He was given his own castle to train his disciples and many of those are already spreading the word of the sun god’s return. There is resistance, of course, for many feel threatened by change, which is why alliances are important and Hector had a decent start, thanks to duke Eran Duskthorn and his son Avedan putting him in touch with their friends.
Notably, his gold and black robes covered a belly heavy with pregnancy. One of those new allies, a hellhound from the western mountains, specifically asked him to bear him an heir as the price of his friendship. Hector could feel his sheath poke his clothes as he remembered the sex he had with the newly crowned lord. Months have passed since then and he’s already close to giving birth. Hector wondered how long he’d have to wait...
However, as if the gods were listening to his thoughts, a strong pain hit him from nowhere. No one bellow saw him recoil, nor did they saw that a strange liquid was wetting the back of their grandmaster’s robes. The hellhound remembers from previous pregnancies that the time has come. Keep his composure as best as he can, he shouts to his apprentices to continue practice while he’ll leave to solve something important.
Rushing to his quarters is difficult with both the weight of his child and the pain of him trying to exit his body. Fortunately, his oldest son, a young 7 years old hellhound named Kalos, and his apothecary, an otter named Oris, happened to be passing on the same path and soon come to his aid
“Father” says the young boy “are you alright?”
“Best as I can be, son” replies Hector “Just, ugh...” a sting of pain interrupts him “your brother just about to be born”
Both the boy  and the old man decide to go each to his side to aid. Oris seemed annoyed at the situation as they redirected their leader towards a nearby nursery.
“Damn it, master Arenthor, I told you to stay in bed once it got this big” he complained “You’re luck me and young master Kalos found you when we were going to study”
Hector chuckled. He knew what kind of “studying” was planned, but he lacked the presence to make a lewd remark at the perverted apothecary. Soon, the three arrived at the room, which only had a couple of injured trainees, a mastiff and a stag. Carefully, the white hellhound laid a bed close to the door with the otter support’s. He grunts in pain as he prepares himself to deliver his newborn. Oris and Kalos undo the straps at the bottom of his robes and remove them as fast as they could in the circumstances. Once their patient is fully nude, the otter speaks
“Master Kalos, go get some water” the young hellhound nods and rushes out of the room
Oris goes to a locker and grab some blades and clean cloths, putting them on the table besides Hector’s bed. The hellhound is breathing heavily; his son is actively trying to leave the comfort of the womb, and the pressure is now pushing his prostate, making Hector’s cock grow as the time comes. However, he holds on for now, waiting for his helpers to get into position and allow this birth to be as clean as possible. Meanwhile, Oris is heating the blades on a candle nearby and then dips them on cold water, no doubt to sterilize them. Soon enough, he addresses his liege
“Okay, master Hector, hopefully your son will be back with more water by the time your baby is out. You know what to do now?”
“Yes, Oris” he replies with a mildly annoyed tone “This isn’t my first time giving birth”
As he says that, he grabs the wooden beams of the bed he’s on and spreads his legs wide open, leaving his asshole exposed. The apothecary then grab a flask of a special oil made for such occasions. He smears some on his fingers and insert them on his master rear entrance, and starts massaging his insides to ensure it’s ready for labor. Hector grunts in approval, feeling his dick slowly rise from his sheath as he’s prepared to give birth. With his hole lubed, Oris nods to signal that he’s ready, to which Hector then takes a deep breath and starts pushing out his newborn
He puts all his strength on his internal muscles to help his son exit his body, but the passage is narrow. It’s far from his first time giving birth, yet the effort never gets smaller. His hands close tightly around the beams and he grits his teeth while enduring the labor process. The minutes pass, yet the struggle continues. Hector only barely notices Kalos coming back with a bucket of fresh water. He pauses briefly to take a breath and resumes the labor. The cub is slowly coming out, and his passage stimulates the hellhound’s prostate, making him moan as a tinge of pleasure breaks through the pain and his cock rises to full mast
“Come on dad, you can do it” says Kalos
The cub is now finally at the last stretch of the canal leading to his birth. The lube inside make his passage easier, soothing the pain a bit. It’s enough for Hector to move his right hand from the bed’s support to his cock, starting to masturbate as his newborn is close to the exit. The sight causes Oris and Kalos cocks to pitch within their robes. Hector’s orgasm comes closer and closer as the cub slowly starts to come out, though something feels off about his shape. Finally, the hellhound howls as his son finally comes out, with a messy orgasm coming seconds after and splattering cum all over his body
The hellhound champion is left breathing heavily as he recovers from the labor. The cries of his newborn feel like background noise as he slowly regains his strength, although he notices that it feels like there are 3 different kids crying at the same time. “Weird, I don’t think I just gave birth to triplets” He thinks “Where are the other 2 babies coming from?” He soon finds his answer as Oris brings him his freshly cleaned pup: the newborn has a ashen grey fur, a barely visible black stripe marking on his chest, and 3 heads.
“An unusual pup, master Arenthor” comments Oris “Perhaps a sign from the gods of great things to come?”
“We’ll figure that out later” says Hector “For now, let me feed my boy”
Oris hands over the 3 headed hellhound to him. Hector carefully positions the pup right over his dick so he can start suckling out his seed, and the little canine gets right to it. However, the heads fight each other over which will suck their father’s “milk”. Confused by the mutation’s shortcomings, the white hellhound sighs and asks the apothecary:
“Damn it, what should I do to make sure they feed?”
“Well, m’lord, I don’t think the pup will need a load much bigger than your typical ones to properly be fed, so perhaps just give all 3 heads something to suck while you feed one?” replies Oris. Hector sees the pitched tents on his robes and immediately recognizes what he’s asking for
“Shhh, stop you 3” he quiets his newborn, who fortunately obey quickly “Oris, Kalos, lift your robes. You’ll keep the left and right heads busy while I feed the middle one”
The otter licks his lips while lifting his vestments to expose his average sized dick, already fully out of its sheath, and tying them behind so they wouldn’t fall back on. At the same time, the 7 years old hellhound smiles while doing the same. Oris takes position besides the right side, while Kalos has to climb the bed and lay besides his dad so his newborn half brother can reach his dick
With everyone in position, Hector moves his pup back into his crotch so he can receive nourishment. This time, with 3 cocks within reach, each head sniffs the closest one before starting to suckle on them. All 3 males nursing him grunt in satisfaction as they feel the infant’s lips on their respective manhoods. They let the cub do his work on bringing out their seed, only interrupting to stroke their dicks to help it come faster. Hector pets his older son’s head as the lewd nursing continues
Minutes pass, and as his second orgasm approaches, the white hellhound picks up Kalos, repositions him so their heads are close without putting him out of reach of his brother, and starts kissing him. Father and son touch their lips lewdly as the cub continues to suck their penises, but the other man on the act doesn’t continue. The sight of the incestuous kiss pushes Oris over the edge and he cums while moaning within the baby’s right head, which happily drinks the fertile seed
Second, it’s Kalos’ turn. The hellhound kid breaks the kiss as his orgasm approaches and he fully turn his attention to his young half brother. He grabs the left head and shoves his cock fully within it as he blows his young and still transparent load on it. Even as he exists the pup’s mouth, it keeps licking the salty liquid remaining on his older brother’s shaft.
Hector takes longer as he already came thanks to the birthing labor, but a hellhound is never not horny enough to cum. He moves a couple of fingers within his now loose asshole and start massaging within it to push himself over the edge again. And, soon enough, he cums again with a growl, shooting load after load of sperm within his hungry son’s middle mouth. Such is the volume that it flows out of his muzzle and, after the last shots are finally spent, leaves the pup with a pudgy belly
The white hellhound is left panting as he appreciate his newborn pup with all 3 of his heads dirty with male milk. Neither of his partners are as tired as him, but they’re both a bit winded after helping him with his labor
“Well, master...” says Oris, while catching his breath “I have to say, I wish our meetings were just like this one more often”
“Quiet, old man.” playfully replies Hector “I already let you fuck my sons in exchange for your services” He pats Kalos as he says that
“Hah, I wish he did that more often” says the young hellhound “most of the time it’s just boring lectures and he doesn’t let me do anything until I show that I learned anything”
“Well, master Kalos, you can’t have your sweets before having your meat, can you?” the kid rolls his eyes while the 2 older men briefly laugh
Hector looks at his now sleeping newborn and then turns his eyes towards the other patients. From what he sees, both were masturbating to the scenes occurring on their presence. The stag is back asleep with his pants still lowered, leaving his dick exposed. The mastiff, on the other hand, is still awake, but notices his master’s gaze and hastily tries to hide himself in the sheets. Hector chuckles at that. 
“I love this life” he thinks