Everlasting Love (Stormwind)

Stream didn't listen to Duststorm, looking around frantically for a moment before darting towards the exit.

Brackenpaw informed her with a groan that he was close, quivering uncontrollably as he thrusted down her throat.

"Wait, Stream!" Duststorm called after her, following the she-cat out of the den.

Honeypelt purred, pressing herself against his tail as it wrapped around her neck, wearing it proudly as she began to bob her head and suckle on the apprentice's cock.

Casting a fearful glance around the den, Stream fled despite her still-healing wounds, although somewhat awkwardly, admittedly.

Brackenpaw closed his eyes, moaning out in bliss as his tail wrapped tightly around her neck.

Duststorm let her go as she pleased, sighing as his length was left hanging and covered in her saliva.  She wasn't exactly his to order around, anyways.

With Brackenpaw's member touching the back of her throat, Honeypelt still managed to flick her tongue out, lapping away at his balls.

Stream shivered again at his lustful tone, her ears flattening slightly and the small calico tried to back away as memories of her previous times surfaced through the fog of lust, starting to break it up.

Duststorm purred softly as he detected her hesitation. "We both know what you really want... Just let me give it to you..." He purred suggestively, working more of his tail into her pussy.

A shiver ran down Stream's spine, her back arching and claws curling into the ground as she momentarily hesitated.

Brackenpaw watched her with wide eyes until the pleasure causes his head to fall back, letting out a loud groan.

Duststorm listened to her lapping and kissing for a moment, letting her work in silence as he pushed his tail into her pussy.

Honeypelt purred, vibrating his shaft as she slowly slid her mouth around his cock, making sure he watched as she took every single whiskerlength of him, deepthroating the tom until she had taken him all the way down to his balls.

Stream flattened her ears slightly, uncertain how much she was enjoying this as she continued to lick and kiss his cock, her forepaws kneading the ground.

Brackenpaw jerked awake with a loud gasp and moan, completely disoriented by the pleasure that had awoken.

"Like that..." Duststorm purred, continuing to tease and tickle her core with his tailtip as she expertly lapped away at his cock and balls, sitting back and purring loudly, enjoying every moment of this.

Honeypelt stopped for a moment, just to ensure he wouldn't wake up prematurely after his sudden jump.  Purring softly, she pumped his cock with her paws for a moment before leaning in.  "Oh, Brackenpaw... she moaned seductively, pressing her tongue against his tip, opening her mouth.  As soon as he opened his eyes, the first thing he'd see would be the warrior engulfing his dick in her mouth.

Stream arched her back with a shiver, uncertainly placing a light kiss on his length before turning her attention to his balls. Touching one with her tongue, she swirled her tongue around it before placing a light kiss upon it.

Brackenpaw jerked his hips up slightly, more of his member sliding out.

Scout purred quietly as she continued, "Kiss it some, too." He commanded with a lusty growl. "And don't forget the balls." To make her need his cock more, his tail began to stroke her core, the tom grinning down at Stream's head.

Honeypelt carefully suckled Brackenpaw's tip, getting more and more turned on even as the apprentice slept.

Stream twitched her ears uncertainly, continuing to lap at his rock-hard member while trying to ignore the renewing ache in her core.

Brackenpaw shuddered, the tip of his member sliding free of its sheath as she pleasured him.

Honeypelt continued to slowly lap away at the other feline's sheath, her tail snaking its way between her folds as she tried to pleasure Brackenpaw without waking him up just yet.

Duststorm purred happily as she began, his ears flicking. "Do you want it, Stream?"

Brackenpaw shifted in his sleep, letting out a quiet groan.

Tentatively, Stream crouched down and wriggled closer to his cock, drawing her tongue over it once, twice, three times.

Honeypelt looked around the clearing, then quietly snuck up to the apprentice's den, slipping inside to lay next to Brackenpaw. Carefully, trying not to disturb the sleeping apprentice just yet, she lay between his legs, gently lapping at his sheath.

Duststorm smirked at the younger she-cat, his gaze locked on hers as he moved to make access to his shaft a little easier. "Give it a lick or two, and it may have a surprise for you." He suggested with a soft purr, hardening more at her seemingly innocent, tired look.

Reddening slightly at his appreciative gaze and the sight of his duck, Stream freed herself from Dovepaw's clutches to stand up on slightly wobbly legs, staring up at the larger tom with wide green eyes.

Rainstar purred softly, licking his nose and rubbing against him. "Glad you think so."

Dovepaw slept, her head off to the side at an awkward angle beneath Stream.

"Hey." Duststorm purred lustily, his good eye gleaming at Stream, his intended question was pretty clear from his body language and, of course, the fact that his dick was still hanging down between his legs for anyone to see. He appreciated the view for a moment of the two she-cats with their pussies pressed together.

"Incredible..." Sterlingflight purred, rubbing muzzles with Rainstar lovingly.

Stream opened her eyes, lazily lifting her head to look up at Duststorm from her spot on top of Dovepaw.

Rainstar pulled back, swiping her tongue over her jaws and blinking up at her mate.

Sterlingflight quickly released his mate, watching as she was freed from between his legs.

Duststorm stretched himself out, wondering if Stream's earlier hunger for his cock still existed after the massive orgy. He padded over with a slight smirk, nosing her neck.

Rainstar gave a whine and pawed his hind leg and trying to pull back, hoping he got the hint.

Brook pulled back and flopped down on the ground, lazily cleaning her muzzle, while Mossflower and Stream just lay there exhaustedly.

Duststorm gently extracted himself from the pileup that was forming above him, his member hanging between his hindlegs in full view for the she-cats.

Olivepaw slumped atop Mossflower, panting heaviy, finally releasing Brook as a dazed afterthought. Her tail fell off of Brook's shoulders, freeing the other she-cat at the sound of her mew.

Sterlingflight grinned as he watched her expertly swallow his load. "Wonder what the kits will think of that." He teased, rubbing muzzles with his mate affectionately.

Brook happily licked up her juices and tried to pull back, anchored by her tail. She gave a muffled mew.

Rainstar gagged slightly on the unexpected load but quickly recovered and drank it all down.

Sterlingflight yowled out her name as he finally climaxed, forcing his seed down Rainstar's throat as he held her head to keep her from pulling away until he was finished completely.

Olivepaw's tail curled tightly around Brook's neck as she came, coating Brook's muzzle in her juices.

Rainstar flicked out her tongue to let it rest against one of his balls, purring and groaning as she sucked him off, her core dripping onto the ground.

Brook's tongue was brushing at the entrance to the other she-cat's womb by now.