This Is Wrong But It Feels So Right (Stormwind)

Blackstar pinned his ears back, unable to stop coughing, sputtering, and gasping for air he couldn’t get inside of Robinsong, who still wouldn’t let him up. Is she trying to kill me again!? the thought finally crossed Blackstar’s mind, and he tried then to desperately hold onto whatever little breath he had left.

Swiftfoot scowled at the tom’s tail once it whacked her in the face, letting go of his cock and pinning his tail down with a paw.

Blackstar continued to struggle, his tail slapping Swiftfoot’s face once as he desperately tried to break free, having trouble breathing while being choked slightly by the vine and unable to take in a breath that didn’t have Robinsong’s juices in it.

Swiftfoot watched interestedly, wondering if it was, indeed, possible to drown someone like that.

Robinsong panted softly, keeping Blackstar’s muzzle shoved as deep inside her as she could. The tom struggled, digging his claws into the branch beneath him to try and get enough leverage to pull out, hardly able to catch a breath as the deputy’s core flooded with liquid.

Swiftfoot flicked her ears in acknowledgement, humming softly to herself in boredom while she continued to stroke Blackstar's cock, Robinsong not having told her to stop yet and the black-and-white she-cat having been keeping up a slow enough pace that it would be amazing if the tom came.

“Don’t worry,” Swiftfoot cooed softly, sensing her accomplice’s boredom, “We’ll get back to the fun in a minute.” The female then forced Blackstar as deep in her as he could go, and sighing a few heartbeats yowled out and Came.

Swiftfoot yawned a little, clearly bored as she continued to almost absentmindedly Strike the tom with her tail.

Robinsong gave Blackstar’s leash a tug, pulling the tom so deep inside her that his cheeks pressed against the outer lips of her core. The She-cat bucked forwards against the Tom’s face, letting out a series of rhythmic moans that increased in pitch. Clearly she was close.

The small she-cat arched a kittybrow at her friend. “If you want.”

Blackstar didn’t reply, his ears still pinned back against his head as he lapped at Robinsong’s inner walls.

“Should I still try our idea from earlier?” Mewled out The she-cat, holding the Tom’s muzzle deep inside her.

Swiftfoot detached her claws from his leg and started to stroke his length again, smirking down at him. “Good boy,” she purred.

Blackstar was also choked with his leash by Robinsong, hissing out in pain and discomfort at the combination of punishments. It was enough to motivate him to start licking again, causing s soft meal to fall from Robinsong’s muzzle.

Swiftfoot noticed when Blackstar stopped licking her friend and as punishment she both stopped stroking him and dug her claws into his hind leg, perilously close to his cock.

Robinsong chuckled at Swiftfoot’s response. “I wonder if he thinks about Toms every time he’s with a she-cat. He probably does.”

Blackstar growled a low growl into the deputy’s core in reply, stopping his licking in retaliation. thats not true! While he thought about what it would be like to be with another tom on occasion, especially ever since Mallowstar revealed she wanted to see two toms together, he certainly didn’t fantasize about it while he was with his mates.

“Well, I’m perfectly fine being a she-cat, thanks,” Swiftfoot said dryly, continuing to stroke him. “Someone else will have to do that.”

Robinsong cooed teasingly as she watched Blackstar react receptively to Swiftfoot’s ministrations. “He seems to like it,” purred the She-cat. “He probably wishes you were a big, muscular tom, mounting him and fucking his tight ass, using his tail to stroke Blackkit’s member...”

Blackstar mewled out in response to Robinsong’s fantasy, making the deputy laugh knowingly.

Swiftfoot smirked at his reaction, stroking and squeezing his length with her silky tail.

Blackstar shuddered as a tail curled around his sizable length, the tom then gagging softly when he accidentally inhaled a bit of Robinsong’s juices, which made the she-cat purr softly with delight. Maybe their plan was possible after all.

Swiftfoot eyed the tom’s cock for a moment when an idea came to her and curled her tail around it.

Blackstar again shuddered at the brief change in technique, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he licked deep inside Robinsong, just trying to get The she-cat off so that maybe they’d leave him alone.

Swiftfoot idly watched Blackstar eat out her friend, briefly fondling one of his balls before going back to stroking his length.

Blackstar whined inside of Robinsong as the paw returned to his length instead of the tongue, the Black tom unable to turn around and look at Swiftfoot with the leash holding his muzzle so deep in the Forestclan deputy’s core, which was growing very wet now.

Swiftfoot determinedly ignored Robinsong’s curious glance, though she didn’t lick the tom again, just gently rubbing her paws along his length.

Blackstar’s breath hitched as Swiftfoot drew her tongue over his length. Of course, he hated every heartbeat that he was pleasured by either of them, but he couldn’t fight his instinct, which had little problem with a she-cat licking at his cock. The tom frowned invisibly inside of Robinsong, continuing to eat her out.

Robinsong cast a surprised, curious glance at Swiftfoot when she actually licked The tom. She hadn’t gone that far when she was pleasuring him.