Leader x Warrior Wincest (For Fireblaze)

"please, daddy, you mean," growled the tom dangerously above his daughter, punctuating his correction with a few rough thrusts into her tailhole before continuing at his normal pace, loving how tight she was around his length.

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The she-cat wailed in reply, and felt the overwhelming sensation of fullness in her backside force her to try to find a way to escape the onslaught, but her bindings forced her to stay in place. "Please," she breathed, trembling hard beneath the tom, though even she didn't know what exactly she was begging for.

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"That's it, daddy's little slut," Stonestsr growled softly into his daughter's ear as he claimed her tailhole for his own. "Taking it like a good little she-cat..." The tom worked himself up with his words, his thrusts getting more and more forceful with each passing heartbeat.

Leafwing snarled when her father's barbs scraped the insides of her already sore tailhole, and she plunged her own muzzle in the ground to muffle her screams - and scream she did, a few choked sobs coming out between the yells as she felt her rear end forced open against its, and her will. But with how she was bound, she had no way to trying to move, or kick the tom off her. She knew she had no choice but to take it, even as she tried to cover herself with her tail to no abound as it was tied along with the rest of her.

Stonestar growled softly at the lovely sound of his daughter’s moan, his member seeming to harden even more (if that was possible) though toying with her more was appealing, that could wait until after their first round. Now, he mounted the bound she-cat, rubbing his cock against her hindquarters in long strokes from from her core to her ass before choosing the latter and pushing in.

Leafwing shivered at the emotion in her father's voice. She was pretty sure it was an act, but she felt a deep fear that perhaps the disappointment and anger was genuine. She opened her jaws to ask about it when she felt his tail brush against her, and all that came out of her mouth was a longing moan that translated to "fuck me until my ass is paralyzed daddy, pleasssee," she begged.

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Stonestar continued to hold his daughter’s head down in the dirt dominantly with a powerful foreleg, whipping her along her back a second time with the thorny vine he’d fashioned before dropping it from his mouth to respond.

“You,” growled the leader, sounding genuinely angry and disappointed, “have been such a disgusting little kit lately.” To prove his point, he ran his tail over her core once, smirking in anticipation of the result the teasing touch would elicit.

To the she-cat, especially in her turned on state, the whip brought an almost undetectable sting of pain, but enough of some twisted sort of pleasure to make her back flex towards the whip and her hindquarters flex and clench in anticipation. "Ohh, daddy," she gasped, blinking rapidly, "tell me how bad i've been, please."

“Shut up,” growled Stonestar to his prey, taking the whip in his jaws. Purring, he stepped on her head, using his forepaw to hold her head down and keep her in her crouched position. He then whipped her back once, eager to hear his helpless daughter’s reaction.

The she-cat let out an instinctive gasp between her lips, the tip of her tongue peeking out as she flexed her back, her belly brushing the ground as though doing a morning stretch, except this stretch was accompanied with her tail lifting and exposing her furry rear end. "But daddyyy," she whined in a kit-like voice.

Stonestar’s eyes darkened with lust at his daughter’s words, The tom flashing a slightly sinister grin at the bound-up she-cat. His cock was rock hard, swinging around awkwardly between his legs as he paced around her one more time. “Oh, but you already are, dear daughter.” The tom growled, his voice low and lusty. “I can hardly wait to play with my food.” With that, The tom reached over her, and a few heartbeats later her thorny muzzle was tightened fully, The tom allowing her just enough wiggle room to stick her tongue out.

"Y-yes," the she-cat stammered out, looking down at her paws with her ears pinned back. "I want you to make me your prey." She playfully squirmed against the bounds on her body, making them flex but not give as she made a show of escaping her new prison.

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“Have something to say?”  The tom asked curiously, otherwise ready to tie the thorny loop around her muzzle tight and shut her muzzle.  The Tom’s raging lust was evident in his eyes as he admired his expertly bound daughter, giving a tug on her leash so that Leafwing could feel the thorny collar as well.

She bound female let out a guttural groan from within her chest and muzzle, squirming around and relishing the feeling of being completely helpless and at the whim of the leader, and the breathing through her nose grew distinctly louder as he heartrate increased and her excitement blossomed, though not without a tinge of fear-scent upon seeing the whip in all it's glory.

Stonestar put one last thing together, fashioning a whip out of the thorny vines while making one end safe for him to hold with normal vines. Finally, the tom began to pace around his mate again, purring loudly as she purposefully squirmed to feel the thorns on her muzzle. “Your mother was a little rope bunny as well,” The tom purred softly, tightening the muzzle suddenly so his mate couldn’t reply to him, or even force her tongue through her mouth. All she was allowed to do was breathe through her nose. “In fact, I think you were probably conceived the day I tied her forepaws part way up a tree trunk so she was hugging the thing the whole time while I fucked her.”

The she-cat groaned and shifted the entire time as she watched and felt herself become tied up, and she felt herself grow more aroused with each touch and tightening of a vine. Putting so much trust into your love as they tied you up and paced around you was something she shivered at, and she moved her lips around to feel the thorns dig lightly into her skin on her muzzle.

“I am,” growled Stonestar, tying two thorn-less vines around her hindlegs from the twisted vines of the great tree, immobilizing her. He then moved her forepaws so they were over her head. He made a collar out of the thorny vines, placing it around her neck, and then lashed each of her forepaws to the collar, keeping them tucked vulnerably against her chest. The Tom used some more of the normal vines to make a leash that attached to her collar along with her forepaws, and finished off the binds with a thorny loop that he tied around her muzzle. Though this was intended to gag her eventually, he left it loose for now, sitting uselessly at the base of Leafwing’s muzzle as he padded back around to her rear.

As the male almost certainly intended, Leafwing's attention got soaked up into the balls danging above her as her soon-to-be imprisonment was set up by her mate, and she held up a paw to gently fondle them appreciatively. "Mmm, hurry up and tie me please," she begged and ordered at the same time.

“Good slut,” purred Stonestar dominantly. The Tom teasingly traced his tail over her exposed belly, the soft fur brushing against a few of her nipples before stopping just short of her core. The Tom turned his back to her and lifted his tail to show off his balls to his daughter as he started tying vines to some exposed roots from the huge tree before him.

The she-cat let out a plaintive whimper and slowly bent her head down, followed by the rest of her body as she dropped and then rolled over as he asked. "Yes daddy," she groaned, shivering in anticipation.