This Is Wrong But It Feels So Right (Stormwind)

"I'm fucking you." Blackpaw growled the reply back blandly, not interested in small talk. "You know you need this just as bad as I do." He rubbed himself against her folds for a moment before sliding his cock into her completely, quickly beginning to thrust.

Mallowstar squeaked in surprise. "Blackpaw!" she hissed quietly. "What are you doing? You can't be here!"

Quietly, Blackpaw picked out his footsteps, using the moonlight to avoid making noise as he slowly moved towards her den. When he confirmed that Mallowstar was inside, he pushed through the entrance and bowled her over, mounting her unceremoniously. This was no time for froeplay. He needed satisfaction now.

Swallowpaw eventually managed to clear her mind enough to fall asleep, while Mallowstar was still taking care of some things.

Blackpaw sighed, pacing restlessly in his log, tearing at the moss beneath his claws in frustration. After going fairly far with Swallowpaw, in addition to being without Mallowstar for moons, he had a massive case of blue balls, which needed satisfying badly. He considered his options: Either go change Swallowpaw's mind and sneak into a full apprentice's den, or stealthily move into Mallowstar's den for a late night fling. Either one carried a massive risk with it, and he thought carefully before acting on either.

By this time the sun had set and it was getting darker, which Swallowpaw was thankful for as she could just curl up in her nest and no one would question anything.

"Swallowp-" Blackpaw almost called after her, but didn't want to rouse suspicion within the clan, sighing. She really was all those things he'd called her. As weird as it sounded, he… he was falling for Swallowpaw in addition to Mallowstar. Sure, he'd been a player in the past, but his feelings for both she-cats were unlike anything he'd felt for Creampaw, or Squirrelspots, or any of the she-cats from his clan.

Swallowpaw dropped her gaze and shook her head, whispering, "You're a player. I don't want to do anything with someone who mates and forgets." Not looking at him, she fled from his den.

Blackpaw dipped his head, not offering any resistance if she wanted to get out from under him. "You know, I have mated with a Meadowclan she-cat several times before." He purred cheekily. "Never gotten caught." After a moment, he turned back to her and mewed "Please, Swallowpaw, I can tell by your inexperience that nobody in Meadowclan has shown you half of the respect or attention that you deserve. You're beautiful, really friendly, and fun to talk to. So please," he pleaded, "let me give you what you deserve."

Swallowpaw stared up at him with wide eyes, tense with nerves, and started to wriggle out from underneath him, mumbling something about breaking the warrior code.

Blackpaw sensed a sudden increase in her nerves- something he'd learned to pick up on from experience. Breaking the kiss, the apprentice daringly moved his forepaw to one of her nipples, resting it there gently. Though his lust-filled brain urged him to primally mate her then and there, he knew that it wasn't right to take advantage of a she-cat. He left his paw on her uppermost nipple, holding his muzzle only a whiskerlength from hers. "It's alright, Swallowpaw." He mewed gently, locking his differently-colored eyes on her beautiful blue orbs. "We'll take this at your pace, whatever that is. I know what I'm doing."

Her eyes opened when his closed, a squeak of surprise sounding muffled as it was made against his muzzle. She started to feel nervous, realizing just what they were doing and remembering who he was. He was from another Clan!

Gradually, Blackpaw moved over top of Swallowpaw, rolling the she-cat onto her back and stepping over her, deepening their kiss further as he closed his eyes, continuing to feel her chest with his forepaw.

(You're welcome)

Swallowpaw shuddered at his touch, a low groan escaping and startling her.

(I was wondering about that. Thanks!)

Blackpaw purred softly when she made the aggressive move to deepen their kiss, only fanning the flames of his lust. He lifted a forepaw and used it to stroke her white chest fur, massaging her chest by rubbing his paw in circles as they kissed.

Her squeak of surprise was cut off when he kissed her again, shuffling closer to him so she could deepen the kiss even more, her eyes fluttering shut. 

(Swallowpaw- a somewhat fluffy dark grey she-cat with a white chest, belly, and forepaws, and dark blue eyes)

Blackpaw panted softly, flicking his ears at her objection. "We'll just have to be careful, then." He mewed daringly, kissing her again before she could object, the taste of her mouth invoking the part of him that had been dormant since he met Mallowstar, the part that loved trying every she-cat he could get his paws in.

Breathing heavily, Swallowpaw opened her dark blue eyes and stared at Blackpaw. "We-we might get caught," she managed to say breathlessly.

Beginning to take control of the situation, Blackpaw placed a forepaw on the back of Swallowpaw's head, holding them together in the kiss until he needed to breathe. Allowing her to break away, he panted sodtly and pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connecting the two.

Tentatively, Swallowpaw allowed him to deepen the kiss and closed her eyes, losing herself in the bliss that came from Blackpaw's kisses.

Blackpaw intercepted Swallowpaw when she leaned in again, bringing their muzzles crashing together powerfully, lust taking over completely as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along hers, asking for entrance to deepen the kiss even further.

Swallowpaw drew in a shaking breath as she stared at Blackpaw, trying to comprehend that someone had kissed her, the obnoxiously cheerful and helpful she-cat that most everyone tested like a little kit (part of why she was so delighted Mallowstar gave her this important task). Completely unaware that Blackpaw had just cheated on Mallowstar with that kiss, she herself leaned in to kiss him again.

Blackpaw drew away, smiling softly at Swallowpaw, his multihued gaze silently asking for permission to kiss her again, almost every thought in his head overwhelmed by the intense feeling of lust that coursed through his whole body just from staring into her eyes.

Swallowpaw instantly froze in astonishment, her wide eyes staring into Blackpaw's with what could only be called shock filling them.

Finally losing himself, Blackpaw swallowed what was left of the thrush. Then, he leaned over and started lapping at Swallowpaw's muzzle, cleaning it for the she-cat until he finally managed to slip his tongue inside her mouth, pressing their muzzles together in a kiss.