Everlasting Love (Stormwind)

Duststorm purred as he nuzzled Mossflower’s tail out of his way, his muzzle vibrating against her lips as his tongue scraped over her inner walls, the tom purring loudly as he began to eat her out.

Mossflower gave a startled, pleasured mewl that was thankfully quiet before stuffing her paw in her mouth to muffle any more noises she might make.

Finally, Duststorm dipped his tongue inside her, not even running his tongue over her lips once before jamming his tongue fully into her pussy. He hoped to get a pleasured or surprised noise out of her to draw attention to them.

Mossflower felt a shudder run down her spine at his proximity to her core, ducking her head so she didn't have to look at their Clanmates. She was grateful she'd moved off more to the side and they weren't in the middle of the camp.

Duststorm chuckled softly in reply to her nip at his tail. His licks reached the base of the She-cat’s tail, and trailed down her flank, then over to the side, now within a whiskerlength of her core.

Mossflower nipped at his tail in retaliation, not wanting to watch when their Clanmates realized what they were doing.

Purring quietly, Duststorm started to trace his licks down her spine, putting his tail under his mate’s chin and lifting her head with it so she was looking at the rest of the clan, who remained none the wiser so far.

Mossflower shivered a little under his licks and mild fear about what would happen when they were caught.

Duststorm took Mossflower’s purring as a sign she was ready. To start, the tom wordlessly moved his licks down to her neck. The pair hadn’t gotten any funny looks yet, most of the other cats focused on their own relatives and friends.

Mossflower leaned into her mate with a quiet purr.

Duststorm sat right beside Mossflower, leaning in and starting to lick at her cheek and her muzzle as she worked on evening her breathing back to normal.

Mossflower finished gulping down the water and sat back, trying to get her breathing under control.

The clan had planned the events to end at sunhigh so that the rest of the day could be spent enjoying the company of their clanmates, so Duststorm had no problem with waiting a wile for his mate to fully recover from the exertion she’d just undergone. However, he could hardly wait to put their plan into action.

Mossflower managed a breathless purr in response to her mate's congratulations, lapping up the water from the mossball.

The clan cats cheered loudly, with Sterlingflight declaring Mossflower the winner. Each runner was brought several balls of water-soaked moss to replenish themselves with, with Duststorm being the cat to bring Mossflower hers.

“Congratulations,” The tan tabby purred in his mate’s ear over the din of the rest of the clan cheering her name.

Mossflower skidded to a halt in the middle of the camp, panting heavily.

Echowshiper made the fatal mistake of taking her eyes off of the prize, glancing over at Mossflower helplessly as the older warrior pulled ahead of her. The pair raced through the entrance one right after the other, but the tortoiseshell was still the clear winner. Puddlepaw followed a few heartbeats behind.

Mossflower cast a quick glance at Echowhisper, unable to go any faster.

Echowshiper growled to herself in frustration as she found Mossflower level with her, the pair just heartbeats from the entrance to camp.

Mossflower kept a steady speed, more used to mad dashes through the territory than Echowhisper, but even she was starting to pant.

Echowhisper tore towards camp, focusing all of her energy on staying ahead of Mossflower, but it aaa getting more and more difficult for the petite she-cat, the senior warrior gaining on her more and more as Camp came into sight.

Mossflower let out a low hiss of annoyance as the other she-cat ran right in front of her face, sliding to the side.

Echowhisper didn’t bother glancing over at Mossflower, focusing entirely on getting ahead of the senior warrior.  When she pulled ahead she slid back over to the side, getting in front of the other she-cat and impeding her own progress. They approached the aspen grove, with Sterlingflight now pointing towards Camp. The first cat through the entrance would win.

Mossflower cast a quick glance to the side as the younger warrior drew even with her.

Echowhisper sensed her chance as she heard the older warrior wheezing, and moved slightly to the side and sped up to try and get around Mossflower, her tail trailing out behind her.