Hello Feline Friends

“They’ll be full blooded. There will be so many of them, and we’ll be so happy raising them together,” Nightclaw continued, enamored in this fantasy. “They’ll Be real clan cats, not like your offspring with that kittypet.”

Violetwing inhaled sharply, eyes widening in fear as she realized how likely the possibility was. She struggled to pull away.

Eventually, Nightclaw felt himself getting close, and he purred loudly and bit into Violetwing’s scruff. “I can’t wait to give you my kits, my love…”

Violetwing spat out water once he let her head above water again. “I love you, Nightclaw,” she managed after several failed attempts, but with a little twitch of her left ear that would let those that truly knew her know she was lying.

“Say it with my name, and say it like you mean it.” The tom commanded in a growl, dunking her head under the water and holding it there again so she could reconsider her disobedience for a moment.

Violetwing gasped and tried to jerk her head up. “I love you,” she spat out through gritted teeth, making it as clear as possible that she didn’t mean a word of it.

“Do it,” snarled Nightclaw threateningly, pushing her nose under the water unexpectedly got a heartbeat to remind her of one potential consequence, with Hazelpaw’s innocence being the other.

Violetwing spluttered in response, shocked at his audacity.

“That’s what I thought.” Replied Nightclaw with a sinister purr. “Now, tell me you love me.”

Violetwing instantly froze in fear for her daughter, ears pinning back against her head.

“Stop fighting me,” Nightclaw warned with a growl, “Or your half-blood she-kit is next in line for this.” The tom snarled as he gave the female a few especially deep, rough thrusts, his lower body getting soaked but the tom not really caring.

Regaining her strength with her breath, Violetwing resumed struggling against Nightclaw, breath hitching as his barbs scraped against her walls.

Nightclaw frowned when Violetwing let go of his tail but didn’t punish her again just yet. The male was silent above her save for a few pleasured groans and grunts as he fucked her, finally having the object of his desire all to himself.

Violetwing desperately gasped for air as soon as she was let up, blinking water out of her eyes. As soon as she had caught her breath back, she stubbornly tugged her tail out of his tail’s grasp.

As promised, Nightclaw let Violetwing up for more air, keeping his forepaw on the back of her head as he fucked her pussy. Giving the female’s tail a tight squeeze of his own, the tom growled “I’m glad you’ve changed your mind. Only lovers do this, after all.” The male didn’t let up on his thrusting as he let The she-cat take some time to breathe and decided on another command to give her.

Violetwing choked slightly and struggled against the tom more, eventually having to give in and wrap her tail around his, squeezing, lest she drown.

“Do what I’m telling you, stupid slut,” snarled Nightclaw, forcing the rest of Violetwing’s head underwater as he humped The she-cat roughly.

Violetwing couldn’t even manage a growl much less spit at him like she wanted to, so she conveyed her refusal by simply not doing what he had told her to.

“You feel great,” The angry black tom growled out from above her, having chosen to keep her ears above water so he could still issue commands to The she-cat as he engaged in breath play with her. Purring, the tom said “You’re not coming up for air until you wrap your tail around mine and squeeze it.”

The pale gray she-cat arched her back in mild pain, having to clamp her muzzle closed to conserve her air.

“Stop squirming around so much, Violetwing,” Nightclaw scolded, as if the fully-grown warrior was a disobedient kit. The Tom shoved her head under the water, holding her down with a strong forepaw as he thrusted his entire length into the other warrior’s core all at once.

Violetwing gasped in fear and for air, struggling harder against the black tom.

Nightclaw mounted the she-cat unceremoniously, the tom growling softly above Violetwing as he aroused himself by rubbing his sheath and his member against her submerged flank. The Tom held a vice-like grip on her shoulders as he got ready to claim her as his.

Violetwing yowled, struggling desperately beneath him in the water, her head only just free from the water and the rest of her submerged.

Nightclaw’s rage finally boiled over as he heard the object of his desire reject him so resoundingly. The Tom’s blue eyes narrowed into angry slits, and he growled “Perhaps I need to show you instead of just telling you, Violetwing!” With that, the tom bounded through the shallow water, kicking up spray as he did, and he pounced on the-cat, wrestling her into a vulnerable position beneath him.