Everlasting Love (Stormwind)

Sterlingflight grinned, wrapping his forepaws around Graycloud’s hips and pushing his cock into her, his eyes fixed eagerly on his mate’s core as the other she-cat began to lick at it.

Echowshiper mewled as Rainstorm rotated atop her, her paw leaving his length. Echowshiper closed her eyes and gradually took more and more of his member into her mouth, mewling around the cock in pleasure when the Dimclan tom began to pleasure her in return.

Amber yowled out loudly, announcing her climax to the entire clearing full of cats as Mossflower’s tongue left The she-cat squirming in the throes of pleasure beneath the mating couple.

Duststorm Groaned out, signaling to his mate that he was close, wrapping his tail tightly around Mossflower’s as he prepared to give her his kits once more.

Graycloud whined lowly as she was suddenly carrying the weight of the tom as well as her own. She dipped her head, tentatively drawing her tongue over Rainstar’s folds.

Rainstorm groaned softly, shifted positions slightly so that they’d have easier access to each other’s privates, and then leaned down and started to lap at her core.

Mossflower kept her muzzle out of Amber so that she would be able to breathe, instead tongue-fucking her.

Amber yowled out in pleasure when Mossflower’s tongue dipped back inside her, The she-cat crossing her legs and pushing the tortoiseshell deeper inside her to ensure it wouldn’t happen again, The young Dimclan cat on the brink of climax now.

Oakfoot sighed in reply, looking down at the ground off to his side. Now he had no idea what to say or do, or what Willowheart even wanted.

Echowhisper let out a pleasured mewl around Rainstorm’s length, shuddering as his paw returned to stroking her nethers as she licked at his cock. Finally, with a nervous huff, the small she-cat took his tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she continued to jack him off with her forepaw.

Sterlingflight didn’t have to be told twice, quickly mounting Graycloud once Rainstar had positioned the younger female and herself properly.

“I’m not asking you to,” Mossflower snapped back, breathless, before diving back into Amber’s core.

“No, it’s- it’s okay,” Willowheart sighed.

While Echowhisper pleasured him, Rainstorm slid one paw down her body to rub against her pussy again.

Rainstar kissed him back with a soft purr for a few moments before nudging him in the direction of Graycloud. The silvery leader padded over to the young, nervous warrior and coaxed her into a crouch before laying down so that her dripping core was close to Graycloud’s muzzle.

Echowshiper laughed quietly at the Look Rainstorm was giving her, pulling her mouth off of his ballsack with a pop and going back to licking at his cock. This time, she used shorter licks around only his tip, and began to run one of her forepaws over the rest of the length.

“Sorry,” Oakfoot mewled awkwardly to Willowheart, feeling bad for making her seemingly somewhat upset with his offer.

Sterlingflight consented to this idea with a grin in Graycloud’s direction and a purr, but not before leaning over and kissing Rainstar lovingly.

Duststorm released his mate’s scruff and gritted his teeth, pushing inside her with powerful thrusts. The tom growled out his pleasure as he made love to Mossflower, finding himself thinking about his mate and the kits they wanted despite the lusty situation they were doing this in. “I’m not pulling out,” huffed the tom to his mate in warning, despite knowing she might not care too much.

Amber squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to coax Mossflower a little deeper inside her with her crossed legs.

Rainstorm let out a soft gasp, eyes widening as he stared down at the she-cat underneath him.

Rainstar blinked back at him, tilting her head to the side. “You can fuck Graycloud while she licks me,” she suggested.

Mossflower grunted slightly when she was suddenly unable to pull back but gamely continued on.

Echowshiper, with no prior experience doing this, just made her best guesses based on the gossip she’d heard. She craned her neck downwards after one of her licks and took one of his balls into her mouth, suckling and tugging on it gently as she looked up at Rainstorm innocently around his hardened length.

Oakfoot’s ears pinned fully back, The tom looking off to the side as well. He felt a little guilty for making Willowheart so clearly uncomfortable, and opened his mouth to apologize.

Sterlingflight gasped gratefully for fresh air when Graycloud got off of him, panting quietly. The tom glanced between the two she-cats as he recovered, his gaze questioning and his cock and muzzle covered in different kinds of wetness from the pair of females.

Amber mewled out at the wonderful feeling of Mossflower’s tongue, crossing her hindlegs behind the she-cat’s head to keep the tortoiseshell from pulling away, watching with wide eyes as Duststorm pounded into Mossflower enthusiastically.

Rainstorm closed his eyes with a low groan, still keeping the she-cat pinned down but allowing her to decide how she would blow him.

Willowheart shuffled her paws, ears flattening as she frowned down at the ground.

Rainstar swallowed down every drop of his cum before pulling her mouth off of him. Panting softly, she swiped her tongue around her jaws.

Shuddering a little with the aftershocks, Graycloud moved so that she wasn’t smothering Sterlingflight with her dripping pussy.

Mossflower alternated between gasps and moans, rocking slightly with each of Duststorm’s thrusts as she eagerly ate out Amber.

Duststorm felt Mossflower’s tail wrap around his and greeted it with a loud purr, turning to growling and groaning in pleasure as he began to thrust inside his mate, his teeth gripping The she-cat’s scruff dominantly.

Amber gasped and mewled, a She-cat’s tongue between her folds. There was some distinct and yet subtle difference between the way a tom and a she-cat licked, decided the female, and she thought it was delicious, mewling out and putting her forepaws on Mossflower’s hindlegs as she watched Duststorm fuck her.

Oakfoot glanced off to the side a little, but was patiently waiting for Willowheart’s full response before reacting with happiness or disappointment.

Sterlingflight Groaned, then yowled into Graycloud’s core as he shot his cum into the back of his mate’s throat. The tom cried out at the exact same time as the she-cat over his muzzle cane. And he sputtered inside her as he tried to avoid breathing in her cum, and mostly failed.

By the time Echowshiper was presented with Rainstorm’s length, the She-cat was dripping wet, her hunger for his cock only fueled further by his touching beforehand. The She-cat closed her eyes and began to draw her tongue over him in long strokes that went from the base of his sheath all the way to the Tom’s tip.

Mossflower arched her back with an approving moan, curling her tail tightly around Duststorm’s tail. She slipped her tongue into Amber’s core.

Willowheart pinned her ears back. “I don’t-,” she hesitated.

Graycloud let out a startled, pleasured cry as she climaxed unexpectedly, her juices flowing into Sterlingflight’s mouth.

After a few minutes of playing with the young she-cat, Rainstorm withdrew his paw and repositioned himself so that his erection was right in front of her muzzle.

Amber let out a breathy mewl as she felt Mossflower’s tongue begin to run over her core, The she-cat being treated to a front row seat to Duststorm finally pushing inside his mate.

Duststorm thrusted into Mossflower with a grunt, his length plunging inside the older she-cat while she ate out the younger one, making the tan tabby purr his approval as he bit into his mate’s scruff.

Oakfoot glanced off to the side a little when Willowheart didn’t respond to his proposal right away. While the tom might want to be her mate someday, all he was proposing now was that they have a little fun together, as friends, in the spirit of whatever seemed to have gripped the cats in the camp outside.

Sterlingflight Groaned into Graycloud’s folds as Rainstar’s teeth were added to the mix in the blowjob he was receiving, the tom plunging his muzzle inside Graycloud and lapping quickly inside her in an attempt to distract himself and prolong his climax, which was rising quickly as he was sucked off and ate out another she-cat, her scent now inescapably strong with his nose shoved inside her.

Echowhisper shuddered softly. When she came up to this tom, she hadn’t expected to have her body played with like this, and especially not so expertly. The petite girl alternated between having her head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and staring eagerly down to see where Rainstorm’s paw would go next. The young, petite She-cat, vulnerably laying on her back as he pleasured her, was putty in the older tom’s paws.

Mossflower shuddered, letting out a little, pleading mewl even as she started to lap at Amber’s folds.

Willowheart stared at him without speaking for several moments, eyes wide and mouth a little open in shock.

Rainstar purred at his tail over her shoulders, wearing it proudly, and slurped down his pre-cum, gently scraping her teeth over his shaft.

Graycloud whimpered quietly, involuntarily grinding against Sterlingflight’s face briefly.

Rainstorm smirked down at the she-cat, gently playing with her folds for a few moments before running his paw over her nipples.

Amber shuddered, realizing what Duststorm seemed to have planned as the tom padded up behind Mossflower.  With her core in front of Mossflower’s face and vice versa, the brown tabby had an achingly sexy view as the tan tom mounted his mate.

Duststorm got atop Mossflower and rubbed his member back and forth between her pussy lips, while using a forepaw to direct Mossflower to Amber’s open, eager core.

Oakfoot glanced over at Willowheart again.  “I don’t know.  Maybe we could, like, fool around a little?”  The Tom’s suggestion came with a nervous smile.  “We could keep it in here if you want, or go out there.”

Sterlingflight Groaned quietly, and couldn’t resist draping his calico tail over Rainstar’s shoulders as she sucked him off, her tongue touching every part of his sensitive length.  Pre-cum began to leak into the leader’s mouth as Sterlingflight tried to focus on eating out Graycloud.

Echowhisper shuddered and lifted her head, mewling out at the nip and the paw pads that ran over her core as she was pinned helplessly to the ground by Rainstorm’s other forepaw.

Mossflower took a moment to catch her breath and then stepped over Amber, facing the opposite direction.

Willowheart frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

Rainstar swirled her tongue around his length.

Rainstorm gently nipped at her neck, reaching down with a paw to rub her folds.

Echowshiper whimpered as she found herself pinned beneath Rainstorm. The Dimclan tom was already making it very clear which one of them was going to be in charge, and she loved it, pinning her ears back submissively.

Amber panted softly as well, a thin string of spit connecting the mouths of the two she-cats even after they broke their kiss.

Duststorm had watched eagerly the whole time Amber and Mossflower had kissed, and now he padded up close to them. “Amber,” The tom purred, “get on your back. Mossflower, stand over her but facing the opposite direction.” Amber did as she was told quickly, glancing at Mossflower expectantly as she laid with her paws tucked against her chest.

Oakfoot shot a quick glance towards Willowheart. “Willowheart,” The tom mewled to his friend, “Do you think maybe we could... try something?”

Sterlingflight gasped as Rainstar started to purr around his cock. The tom wished he could look down to watch her work, but at the same time, he certainly wasn’t sad about being smothered in Graycloud’s hindquarters, the tom lapping eagerly at the younger she-cat’s pussy.

Rainstorm shuddered slightly and quickly pinned the smaller cat to the ground with a low growl.

Eventually, Mossflower ran out of breath and had to pull away, breathing heavily.

Rainstar purred softly, bobbing her head as she sucked him off.

Graycloud whimpered quietly, curling her claws into the ground.

Sterlingflight Groaned receptively into Graycloud’s pussy, having to fight hard against the urge to buck his hips into Rainstar’s mouth as he licked out the Dimclan she-cat.

Oakfoot smiled softly over at Willowheart, still quite nervous as he sat beside the medicine cat and watched as more and more cats joined in.

Amber lifted her forepaw and put it on Mossflower’s chest, stroking the fur there as she continued to make out with Duststorm’s mate.

Echowhisper cast an innocent look up at Rainstorm, a look that was calculated to go straight to the primal part of his brain. “I want your cum in my mouth,” whispered the smaller she-cat into the Tom’s ear.

Graycloud shuddered, letting out a soft, gasping mewl while Rainstar kept slowly taking more of him in her mouth until she was suckling on all of it.

Willowheart sneezed and batted his tail away.

Rainstorm blinked down at the young she-cat in mild surprise before remembering that the LoveClan cats didn’t know his reputation, had no reason to distrust him but for the fact that he wasn’t part of their Clan.

Mossflower purred softly, slipping her tongue into the other she-cat’s mouth. This was almost as new to her as it was to Amber. The only time she’d ever been with a she-cat had been with Ripple on the night of her vigil, but she tried not to think about that night.

Oakfoot saw her reaction and tried to play it cool, waving the tip in front of her face and bopping her nose lightly with it to turn it into a game.  

Echowhisper eventually padded up to Rainstorm, purring loudly as she began to rub herself all over the Dimclan tom.  “Hey there,” purred the petite female. All she saw at that moment was a tom that needed attention, as Rainstorm’s reputation with Dimclan she-cats hadn’t followed him on the journey to Loveclan.

Duststorm purred loudly as he watched his mate and the younger female kiss, quickly growing rock hard as he watched.

Amber let out a soft surprised mewl into the other she-cat’s mouth, but eagerly closed her eyes and deepened the kiss.  She’d mated with plenty of Toms, but this was her first time doing anything with a she-cat.

Sterlingflight Groaned out loudly into Graycloud’s groin fur as Rainstar’s muzzle sunk around his cock.  As a result, the tom took a moment before he began to lick at the other female’s pussy lips.

Willowheart looked down at his tail with a frown.

Mossflower didn’t bother responding verbally, pressing her muzzle to Amber’s in a kiss.

Hesitantly, Graycloud made her way closer and positioned herself so that her core was right over his face.

Rainstar took more of Sterlingflight’s cock in her mouth, suckling.

Amber padded up to Mossflower, a little nervous, and licked the other she-cat’s muzzle, looking to the older female for permission to turn that into a full blown kiss. Duststorm watched the pair carefully.

Oakfoot sat a little awkwardly beside Willowheart, eventually draping his tail over her neck as he looked out into the clearing with her.

Sterlingflight made the decision for Graycloud, beckoning the young she-cat to come and sit on his face while his mate sucked him off.

Mossflower blinked lazily at her mate and the young DimClan she-cat.

Willowheart glanced out into the clearing.

Graycloud shuffled her paws uncertainly, glancing between the two. The she-cat had never mated before, not unless you counted fooling around a little when she was an apprentice, but she hadn’t ever done much and certainly never gone all the way.

Sterlingflight smirked at the Dimclan she-cat as she padded up to them, giving her an expectant glance. The tom wondered wether Graycloud would go for his mate’s core or come to sit on his face, not considering that the patrol leader might be a little inexperienced in these matters.

Oakfoot glanced insecurely off to the side when Willowheart spoke. “I’m not sure,” Mewed The tom, glancing from her to his paws and back again.

Duststorm looked between Mossflower and Amber, who he’d finally released from licking his tailhole. “Hello there girls,” The tom Teased, sitting down with his tail flicking expectantly.

Amber glanced at the other she-cat, lust in her namesake Amber eyes.

Hesitantly, Graycloud approached the deputy and leader.

Willowheart eyed him warily. “What are you thinking, Oakfoot?”

Once she recovered, Mossflower looked back at her mate.

Sterlingflight licked his lips and beckoned Graycloud towards him, smirking.

Oakfoot glanced Willowheart up and down, unable to deny the desire to try and get her in on this.

Duststorm purred quietly, keeping Amber’s face pressed into his ass fur.