Dim Light (Stormwind)

(..how? *looks sheepish*)

Amber couldn’t help but continue to moan and groan beneath Rainstorm’s powerful thrusts, shuddering softly as she started to notice the sound and feeling of the Tom’s balls slapping against her. “Mmh... Rainstorm, would you-ah!- choke me?” The she-car blushed beneath her fur heavily as she requested the special treatment, wanting to feel even more powerless beneath him.

Rainstorm huffed softly, unable to stop the thought we are wild cats from flitting through his mind but ignored it and focused on making his thrusts even rougher.

Amber couldn’t help but let her tongue fall out of her muzzle now. The she-cat crouched even further down, mewling out in pleasure as Rainstorm took her. “Fuck me like a wild cat... ungh...”

Rainstorm groaned at the thought, pulling back on her scruff to make her arch her back.

Amber panted for a few heartbeats before granting his request, her eyes still closed tightly shut thanks to his forceful fucking. “R-Rainstorm-Ah! Please ram your thick cock into my m-muzzle after you’ve fucked my pussy!”

Rainstorm made an encouraging noise, wanting her to keep talking. It fed his ego.

“Master, you’re so big,” Amber gasped, rocking her hips back against his rough thrusts as much as she could in his incredibly strong grip.  Any semblance of dominance she had shown while being eaten out by the tom was gone now, replaced by a writing, mewling, moaning, submissive little you for Rainstorm’s use.

Rainstorm groaned into her fur, narrowing his eyes as he pounded into the she-cat. The tom hadn’t had anyone for over six moons, not since Shadowleaf had found out she was pregnant.

Amber let out mewls, whines, and moans of pleasure all at once as her Master did away with her roughly. She’d done this with her fair share of random toms in the time that had passed between leaving Loveclan’s forest and entering Dimclan’s, but not one of them had had this level of raw instinct in their thrusts.

Rainstorm huffed slightly around her scruff, digging his claws into the ground to better steady himself as he thrusted into her roughly.

Amber yowled out in pleasure as a Tom’s cock finally graced her inner walls, the horny she-cat not caring if they were heard as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and prepared for a good fucking.

Rainstorm let out a small groan st her words and finally pushed into her. He stilled for a moment to keep a hold of himself at the feeling of her tight, wet core surrounding him before he started to thrust.

Amber let out a soft whine, the submissive she-cat still trying to push her hips down against his cock whenever he brushed it over her entrance. She was positively dripping at this point, her juices running down her back leg and leaving a trail. She needed him.

“Rainstorm, Master, please...” begged the slave with a soft mewl, relishing his tight grip on her as she squirmed around in it.

Rainstorm purred teasingly, rubbing his length against her entrance but not pushing in. He held tightly to her so that she wouldn’t do something like try to flip them over so she could ride him.

Amber let out a needy mewl from below Rainstorm as she was mounted, relishing the male’s grip on her body. The Tom’s temporary slave bucked against his thrusts gently when he pressed his tip against her lips, trying to get it to slide in.

Rainstorm drew his tongue over her folds once before he mounted her, gripping her scruff tightly as he prodded her pussy with his member.

Amber stood as Rainstorm commanded, locking eyes with him for an instant before gazing back down in submission. The She-cat let out a vulnerable, pitiful whimper as she crouched, looking over her shoulder with a lusty smirk.

Rainstorm stared down at the she-cat once he caught his breath and licked his lips hungrily, eyes dark with lust. “Get up and crouch for me.”

Amber panted softly, a dark thrill passing through her as she realized it was now his turn, and she had authorized the warrior to do as he pleased with her and her body.

Rainstorm pulled back to catch his breath, licking up her cum.

Amber continuously humped Rainstorm’s muzzle, The she-cat’s moans getting progressively louder and louder. Finally, she came, yowling her pleasure out loudly as she released around his muzzle.

Rainstorm moved forward a little more, pushing his muzzle deeper into her with each thrust of it.

“Y-yes!” The She-cat mewed in pleasure, humping to try and get more of him to come in contact with her g-spot, her forepaws not letting him up as she approached her climax rapidly. She’d probably earn a punishment for this, but that was probably exactly what she wanted.

Rainstorm grunted when her forepaws landed on the back of his head, now prevented from pulling out to get a breath of air. He moved his muzzle a little more urgently than before, his nose nudging against her g-spot.