Everlasting Love (Stormwind)

Puddlepaw hardly noticed that Streamfire was shaking. The apprentice was as well, nervous to be going down on what he could assume was an experienced she-cat with no prior experience himself. The tom closed his eyes before padding behind the calico, and finally beginning to lap at her folds.

Sterlingflight felt a little surprise as Mossflower’s hindlegs were suddenly pinning him inside her core as well, but he hardly complained, thrusting his tongue harder and deeper, with his muzzle pressed right against her outer lips.

Duststorm obediently continued licking, watching up at Rainstar’s face in case she gave him another command.

“We’re going over here, slave,” growled the tom. He stood right in front of Emberleaf and then curled his tail tightly around her neck, pulling her in until the calico’s face was smothered in his assfur. He then walked, slowly, parading the she-cat through all the other mating cats in the clearing as he made his way towards Rainstorm.

Streamfire was still sitting down, she realized abruptly, and instead lay down, lifting her rear ended slightly to give the tom access to her slit. She hoped he didn’t notice the slight tremble that was running through her body.

Mossflower decided her tail wasn’t enough and wrapped her hind legs around the tom’s neck, dragging him even closer to her pussy.

Rainstar shuddered, letting out a soft groan as the tom lapped at her nipples.

Emberleaf shuddered at the name he called her, her core somehow, impossibly, becoming even wetter. Obediently, she got to her paws, her legs trembling slightly as she stood up before she steadied herself.

Puddlepaw licked at the base of Streamfire’s tail a few more times before lapping at her flanks, slowly moving around from the She-cat’s side to behind her.

Sterlingflight dipped his tongue inside his friend’s mate and began to tongue-fuck her, loving the little noises Mossflower was making thanks to his efforts.

Duststorm closed his eyes as Rainstar dragged him with her tail to her nipples. The tom eagerly started to use long licks that were slow, but each one covered two or three of her teats before the next one began.

Oakfoot shuddered at Emberleaf’s name for him. master. Something about being called that by the most beautiful she-cat in the clan made the blood rush straight to Oakfoot’s cock, and within a heartbeat he was hard again. The tom smirked down at Emberleaf knowingly, green eyes flowing with mischief as he realized he had her wrapped around his paw. “Get to you paws, slave,” purred the tom, eager to gauge her response.

Streamfire suppressed a small shiver, hesitantly moving her tail out of the way for the young tom.

Mossflower gave sexy little mewls and moans, arching her back slightly.

Rainstar rolled over onto her back and tugged with her tail to direct the tom to her nipples.

Emberleaf coughed a couple times before she spoke, her voice slightly hoarse and soft. “Master,” she said, peeking up at the tom to see how he took it.

Puddlepaw’s licks continued lower and lower, the tom soon reaching the base of Streamfire’s tail.

Eventually, Oakfoot felt he’d committed the image of Emberleaf sucking his paw to memory, and removed his claws from her mouth, finally letting The she-cat speak freely. His ears perked towards her curiously, wondering what the she-cat had been trying to get out this whole time.

Sterlingflight made his licks faster, The tom purring softly as he felt the tortoiseshell’s soft tail draped over his neck.

Duststorm nudged his way under his leader’s tail. She could use that to silently guide him to lick at wherever she wanted him to lick.

Streamfire closed her eyes, letting the apprentice continue uninterrupted.

Emberleaf suckled on that one too, thoroughly cleaning them of her cum. She kept her ears pricked as she stared up at the tom, almost ready to talk but unable to with his paw in her mouth.

Mossflower let out a moan at the touch, draping her tail over Sterlingflight’s neck.

Rainstar doesn’t know what to dooo whyyy.

Cautiously, Puddlepaw started to lick along Streamfire’s spine, his actions slow and careful, clearly afraid of upsetting the warrior.

Purring loudly, Oakfoot kept his eyes fixed on hers as he made her suckle his paw. He added a second one of his pawtoes to her muzzle and thrusted them gently, keeping his ears perked towards her as well. His green eyes waited attentively for a sign she was ready to speak even as he smirked down at her. Clearly he was a fan of her submissive nature.

Sterlingflight went right for the prize, crouching between Mossflower’s hindlegs and. Grinning tidraw his tongue over her core repeatedly.

Duststorm waited patiently, offering a slight smirk at Rainstar as she pondered his fate.

Emberleaf blinked up at him with wide green eyes even as she automatically started to suckle on his pawtoe, shuddering at the taste of her own cum.

Mossflower rolled over onto her back, innocently blinking up at Sterlingflight as she lay sprawled out vulnerably.

Rainstar hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the tom as she mulled over the merits of that idea.

Puddlepaw smiled, purring thankfully. “So,” mewled the inexperienced tom. He had no idea what to do next, having hoped that Streamfire would teach him.

Echowshiper sat up and started to groom herself, giving the tom a feisty grin before closing her eyes and eagerly lapping up his cum from her belly fur.

Sterlingflight soon began to trail lower, towards her chest.

Duststorm purred softly. His good eye gleaming playfully. “Really though, why don’t you take control? I wouldn’t mind being bossed around a bit.”

Oakfoot purred softly, pushing one of his pawtoes into her mouth for her to suckle on. “Maybe that’s what you wanted, but even if it isn’t, just suck for a minute and maybe you’ll remember how to talk again.” The Tom’s ego was fed immensely by literally leaving Emberleaf speechless, and he showed it by blatantly shoving part of his paw into her muzzle for her to suckle on, which forced her to taste her own cum as well.

Streamfire finally sighed. “Oh, all right.”

Rainstorm let go of Echowhisper and stepped back a few steps, licking his shoulders.

Mossflower purred, tilting her head to the side to give the deputy better access to her neck.

Rainstar rolled her eyes at the tom’s theatrics.

Emberleaf made a few noises as she tried and failed to speak.

Oakfoot chuckled softly, giving the juices on his paw an occasional lick, but he savored them, allowing Emberleaf to take some more time to recollect herself. He wanted to hear what she was trying to say, after all.

Puddlepaw shuffled his paws, getting ready to leave. For some reason Streamfire didn’t seem to want any part of him, though all he wanted was a good time.

Echowhisper finally let go of Rainstorm and stopped her grooming, sighing quietly beneath the tom. Nothing needed to be said about how she’d enjoyed it, she knew that much.


Purring quietly, Sterlingflight padded up to Mossflower, going straight for The she-cat’s neck with licks and nibbles.

On the other hand, Duststorm approached Rainstar with an exaggerated bow. “I’m yours to command, my leader.”

Emberleaf blinked up at Oakfoot, having to take a few moments for her brain to clear before remembering that she could speak. “Hwuh?” Or maybe not.

Streamfire stared suspiciously at the only-slightly smaller tom, green eyes narrowed.

Rainstorm eventually attempted to detach the she-cat’s claws from his shoulders.

The two she-cats shook their heads, eyeing the other’s mates.

Oakfoot was mid-lick at his pads, tasting The she-cat’s juices, when he heard Emberleaf make a little noise beneath him. “Hmm?” Hummed The tom questioningly, glancing down at the red calico with knowing green eyes, wanting to know what she had on her mind.

Puddlepaw padded up to Streamfire, nervously giving the older she-cat’s muzzle a lick. “I’ll do whatever you want. Or if you want me to be in control, I’ll go slow.”

Echowhisper was totally content to lazily groom Rainstorm’s paw as she recovered, giving an occasional smirk up at the tom.

“Mind if we swap mates?” Purred Sterlingflight to the She-cat’s And Duststorm, who shook his head to show that idea was totally fine with him.

Emberleaf blinked the stars out of her eyes, breathing heavily, and made a slightly strangled noise when she saw Oakfoot inspecting his soaked paw.

Rainstorm and Streamfire don’t know what to do.

Graycloud lay sprawled out on the ground, breathing heavily, while Rainstar and Mossflower both rubbed up against the toms, purring softly.

Duststorm smirked playfully, batting at his mate with a forepaw.

Sterlingflight glanced between his three options, wondering which she-cat he’d take. Either his mate or Duststorm’s most likely.

Echowhisper craned her neck, lazily grooming at the forepaw Rainstorm had set on her chest, still pinned beneath the tom as they both experienced the afterglow of a satisfying round of mating. The small she-cat was getting adventurous, wanting to see what else she could get herself into around the clearing.

Puddlepaw glanced down at his paws to avoid Streamfire’s glare, cursing himself under his breath for saying anything.

Oakfoot relaxed his grip on her neck when Emberleaf reached her climax, snickering as he felt her core coating his forepaw with juices. At the very least it made it easy to pull the paw back out of her, where he examined the slick fur for a moment, holding it up and turning it in front of his face to inspect his paw from all angles.

Rainstar and Mossflower tilted their heads to the side thoughtfully, glancing at each other and Graycloud. After a couple minutes of silently conferring, Rainstar spoke for them both (Graycloud doesn’t get a vote), “The first one.”

Rainstorm smirked smugly at the she-cat’s whisper, proud that he’d managed to reduce her to such a state.

Emberleaf let out a loud, wordless cry of pleasure as she climaxed, her back arching.

Streamfire kept frowning at him.

Oakfoot put a little more pressure on her neck and kept up the thrusting, his tail lashing and his member rock hard with arousal as he watched Emberleaf thrash beneath him in the throes of pleasure.

Puddlepaw flicked his ear, waiting to see if Streamfire would respond.

Sterlingflight glanced between the trio of She-cats with the pair of toms.  “Duststorm and I could each take one of you while you use your mouths to pleasure the third one.  Or, one of you could get on your backs, have one tom fuck them and the other sit on their face, and the other two she-cats pleasure one another and suck off the second tom together.”

Echowshiper glanced down at the paw on her chest.  After a few more heartbeats of panting, The she-cat managed to murmur “Great Starclan...”

Emberleaf couldn’t speak anymore, only making helpless little moans and pants as she writhed underneath the tom.

Rainstar arched a kittybrow at her mate and hummed in encouragement, wanting to know his idea.

Rainstorm stared back down at the she-cat, placing a paw on her chest.

Sterlingflight thought to himself for a moment before smirking over at Rainstar and Mossflower. “I think I have an idea,” purred the tom softly, glancing knowingly over at Graycloud.

Puddlepaw pinned his ears back at the way Streamfire looked at him after he made his suggestion. “Y-you can be completely in control.” Offered the apprentice nervously. “The pace, what we do, everything. I don’t know what I’m doing anyways.”

Echowshiper panted softly, huffing as she felt Rainstorm’s hot cum landing on her belly. The She-cat gazed up into Rainstorm’s face with half-lidded eyes, a soft purr rumbling through her. She had yet to let go of the Dimclan tom, her claws still stuck in his pelt at the shoulders.

Oakfoot grinned and pushed down a little harder with his free forepaw, not changing the frantic, rough pace of his other paw with the whole thing shoved inside Emberleaf with each thrust he gave.

Graycloud looked up at the sound of her name, looking confused.

Streamfire turned to frown at the tom.

Rainstorm had to struggle to pull out before he could climax, her walls squeezing his cock tightly and seemingly wanting to keep it in her forever, but he managed it, his cum shooting across her belly.

Emberleaf whined helplessly, her core clenching around his paw as she felt a spike of arousal at his paw on her neck, pinning her down. She felt her climax starting to draw nearer.

Emberleaf’s current breathless state fed Oakfoot’s ego immensely, the tan tabby giving the She-cat a cocky grin as he thrusted his entire paw in and then partway out of the pretty calico rapidly, the handsome tom eagerly pleasuring the beautiful girl who was writing beneath him.  Daringly, he moved his other forepaw from beside her neck and placed it on her neck, setting a little weight there to test his submissive friend’s reaction.

Puddlepaw gulped.  “Could we try doing something together, Streamfire?”  The young tom hardly looked like he could hurt her, and definitely didn’t intend to.

The Toms looked eagerly to their mates, cocks erect as they sat beside one another.  “Don’t forget to include Graycloud,” purred Sterlingflight, glancing over at the She-cat whose back he’d covered in cum moments ago.  “She’s a fun toy.”

Echowshiper let out a loud mewl of utter helplessness, going entirely limp beneath the tom as she suddenly climaxed around his cock, her first orgasm from having someone inside her more powerful than anything she’d experienced fooling around in the apprentice’s den.

Emberleaf was quite breathless by now, a wordless whine escaping from her continuously as she was pinned down.

Streamfire blinked. “Well, Thank you.”

Rainstar and Mossflower eyed each other thoughtfully.

Rainstorm grit his teeth as he thrusted, feeling his climax start to approach.

Puddlepaw dragged his forepaw back and forth through the dirt, making a line in the sand unconsciously. After a moment, he added “I think you’re really pretty.” His distinctive blue-green eyes were fixed on the She-cat nervously.

Duststorm chuckled, shouldering Mossflower playfully as they joined with Sterlingflight and Rainstar, the Toms glancing to their mates curiously to see how this was going to start between the foursome.

“Great- aah! -Starclan,” whimpered Echowshiper, the pleasure making the She-cat squeeze her eyes tightly shut and go helplessly limp beneath Rainstorm, save for the tail that remained curled around his hindleg as he fucked her hard.

Peach glanced to Blossomsnow questioningly after licking the other she-cat’s shoulder, clearly quite turned on.

Oakfoot didn’t let up, starting to fuck her with his full paw. In fact, he placed his other forepaw just to the side of Emberleaf’s neck to somewhat restrain her thrashing, smirking up at the red calico’s face as he picked another teat to suck, lick, and occasionally nip at.

Streamfire nodded, eyes half-lidded as she watched her Clanmates mate.

Mossflower heaved a put-upon sigh and rose to her paws. "Oh, very well."

Rainstorm remained mostly silent except for a few grunts of effort and groans of pleasure that occasionally escaped him as he fucked Echowhisper.

Emberleaf writhed underneath the tom, gasping and moaning helplessly.

Puddlepaw looked back at the older cat, swallowing a lump in his throat. “You’re Streamfire, right?” He mewled, thinking he’d caught the she-cat’s name in passing conversation.

Duststorm smirked at the tom. “I don’t think we can refuse our leader, Mossflower.” The tom licked his lips, eagerly standing up to join Sterlingflight.

Echowshiper mewled and moaned helplessly beneath Rainstorm, the pain giving way completely to pleasure like she’d never felt before. The petite silvery female didn’t loosen her grip on Rainstorm, her tail curling around the Tom’s leg in a desperate attempt to stabilize herself beneath him as she was fucked hard.

Oakfoot purred, going back to suckling her teats once he was sure she was enjoying being stretched so wide, the tom stroking her inner walls with his paw pads.