Private with Fire

Her back arched slightly, a tingle of something running up her spine. "You mean a lot to me too, Black."

"Yeah..." he agreed sympathetically, and pressed his tongue more firmly into her back fur. "You know, you really do mean a lot to me."

"Yes, I'm fine," Pineleaf whispered, shivering slightly at his tongue. "Just- just a bit overwhelmed by everything that's been happening."

"You are still shaking," he murmured gently, and guided her body into a laying down position while he remained sitting upright, and bent his head down to lick her back. "Pineleaf, you are the most beautiful and wonderful she-cat I've ever met, but you're starting to worry me. You're alright, right?"

She pressed her muzzle into his neck fur, starting to tremble.

He sighed and got off of her and helped her to her paws. "You're safe now, I got you," and hesitantly pulled her into a tight hug, his chest pressing against hers. "No one will harm a hair on your pelt while I'm around."

Pineleaf yelped, her ears flattening. "I'm sorry! I wanted to get as fat away from Redstar as possible!"

Black grew frustrated and once she slowed down he leapt on her and pinned her to her belly on the ground. "For Strachan's sake, Pineleaf, why didn't you stop when I called out to you?"

Pineleaf heard him but she wanted to get away from the camp, so she kept running. She didn't stop for several minutes, by which she was completely out of breath and far from camp.

The flick of her tail caught his eye and he sprinted after her, and once he bursted through the camp wall and yelled out strongly, "Pineleaf, wait! It's just me, Black. You know you can trust me."

Pineleaf was just leaving camp when Black left the den, the tip of her tail all that he could see as she shot out of camp.

Redstar flinched away when Black slashed his claws across his cheek in warning and watched as he hurtled out of the den behind Pineleaf and followed her closely. He narrowed his eyes and made a silent promise, "You'll be mine soon, Pineleaf."

Pineleaf scrambled to her laws and shot out of the den without hesitation, every hair on her body standing straight up, causing her to look twice her size.

In answer to her silent prayer, Black sprinted without hesitation into Redstar's den, throwing the tom off the she-cat. Protectively, she stood above her and unsheathed his claws. "Pineleaf, get out of here," he hissed.

Pineleaf struggled desperately, closing her eyes. A whimper escaped from her at his words. Please no, please, please no. Someone help me, please.

He pounced on her, pinning her to the ground and rubbing his sheath over her face. "I haven't done this with a she-cat in moons! I haven't even let off. I probably have enough seed in my balls to cover you from head to tail and then some. How does that sound, Pineleaf?"

Black heard thumping sounds from the leaders den and whipped towards it, detecting Pineleaf's distress.

Her eyes widened in fright and she took a step back, her tail instinctively covering her core. Redstar, her leader, a cat she had trusted and respected… was about to rape her? To attempt to give her kits? And she thought her life couldn't get any worse.

He rolled over smoothly and returned upright in a crouching position, as though to pounce on her. "You are a virgin and approaching the time of your heat. Since you're having issues with males right now, I figured as your leader you wouldn't mind having some fun, and pleasing me along the way," he snickered at his last words.

The dark red-brown she-cat panicked, lashing out and managing to knock him away from her, though without harming him. "What are you doing?!"

"Say you want me," he whispered, and wrapped his paw to the back of her head to draw her muzzle against his for a deep kiss.

Pineleaf drew back a little, suddenly nervous though she didn't know why. "W-what is there for me to say?"

"Pineleaf," he said a little more dangerously, "Speak to me." He paused for effect and drew his muzzle closer to hers so his warm breath fell on her face. "I want to hear your voice," he murmured.

She nodded her head again, looking back up at him. But she remained silent.

"Pineleaf," he said in a gentle voice, while deep in his mind he was letting his lustful thoughts form together, "I am your leader, and I am responsible for your well-being. Do you understand that?"

She dipped her head, neither confirming nor denying his words.