Dim Light (Stormwind)

(He could tie her up, be especially rough, bite, choke her, facefuck her, tease her and make her wait even though she’s in heat, stuff like that.  Look at Fireblaze RPs for good inspiration! )

Amber couldn’t help but to yowl in pleasure as Rainstorm began to fuck her with his muzzle, both of The she-cat’s forepaws ending up on the back of the Tom’s head to hold him in place, the heat-stricken female desperately rocking her hips against his face as she moaned and mewled.

(*looks sheepish* I have no clue about what to make Rainstorm do)

Rainstorm took a deep breath and pushed his muzzle into her, closing his eyes as he did so. Still licking anywhere he could reach, he started to thrust his muzzle as though it was a member.

“Nnnnmh,” Came Amber’s mewl, The she-cat biting her tongue before letting out a proper moan when Rainstorm’s tongue began to flick over her g-spot over and over again. She wondered what he had in store for her, seeming to have accepted her offer wordlessly.

Rainstorm made a thoughtful humming noise at her words, briefly glancing up at the she-cat before turning his attentions back to pushing his tongue a little farther in and licking at her g-spot.

“Rainstorm...” Amber panted, moaning as his tongue slipped over her g-spot once. “Let me be your slave. I’ll do anything you ask me to!”

Rainstorm purred at the noises she was making, busily licking away at her core.

Amber gasped as the tongue plunged inside her, then let out a very sexual mewl of pleasure as the Tom’s tongue began to explore her inner walls, the first tom to do so in some time.

Rainstorm pricked his ears to better listen to the she-cat, drawing his tongue over her core a few more times before plunging it inside of her, lapping at her inner walls.

Amber arched her back gratefully, the she-cat letting out a wonderful-sounding moan as Rainstorm obliged her with a lick.

Rainstorm coughed slightly in surprise, taken aback by the she-cat’s boldness, especially to someone she barely knew. However, that didn’t stop him from walking across the clearing over to her, lowering his head, and sniffing at her wet pussy before drawing his tongue over it. He was, after all, a tom.

“Rainstorm,” Amber huffed, lifting her moistened paw away so that the tom could see her need. “Fuck me, please.”

Rainstorm poked his head out of the undergrowth and immediately noticed the brown she-cat. His wide gaze was drawn to where she was pleasuring herself.

The primal part of Amber’s brain had nearly totally taken over by this point. The heat-stricken She-Cat continued to pleasure herself with her paw, a smirk crossing her face for a heartbeat as she heard something a bit bigger than prey rustling the undergrowth and coming in her direction.

Rainstorm abruptly halted when he scented something else besides the rabbit that seemed oddly delicious. Frowning, he sniffed the air again, eyes widening when he recognized it as heat scent. He started to follow it.

Amber’s little pleasured mewls continued, The she-cat hoping desperately she’d be discovered by the surly tom.

Rainstorm cast a bemused glance after the she-cat, not having scented a mouse himself, but shrugged it off and went after the scent of a rabbit, which would coincidentally bring him downwind of Amber so that he could scent her heat.