This Is Wrong But It Feels So Right (Stormwind)

Blackstar was still sleeping peacefully until a tiny kitten paw ended up on his tail. The Tom stood quickly with a startled mewl, heterochromatic eyes wide. He quickly realized what happened and gave a tired yawn before helping Swallowflight gather the kits at her belly once more.

Swallowflight awoke the next morning when her kits started crawling over her trying to get out of the nest. Letting out a yawn, she grabbed Patchkit just before the she-kit could make a break for the exit.

Blackstar remained awake a little while longer, relishing in the closeness he felt with his mate and watching the adorable forms of the kits rise and fall softly as they slept. Eventually, however, exhaustion overtook the tom, who laid his head on his paws before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Swallowflight purred in return, nuzzling her head against his chest before closing her eyes with a pleased sigh. She quickly fell asleep.

Blackstar followed just behind his mate, growing more and more weary with every step after the intense mating session. Finally, he reached the nursery, his paws dragging until he finally flopped into Swallowflight’s nest alongside the She-cat. He purred softly, curling up against his mate tightly.

Swallowflight padded past him to leave the den, walking across the camp and into the nursery to curl around her kits.

Blackstar purred loudly, waiting for Swallowflight at the entrance to his den. He would follow her down to the nursery to sleep tonight, as he had promised.

Swallowflight would have but she was tired, it being late and her having just been thoroughly fucked. She pulled away from him once she was certain that he had thoroughly cleaned her fur.

Blackstar purred loudly as he groomed all around her core, though he had no intention of switching from teasing to pleasuring unless she wanted him to. He was certainly satisfied for now, but if Swallowflight wanted more he’d be happy to provide.

Swallowflight mewled, shuddering and pulling her tail out of the way for him.

Blackstar watched as Swallowflight obediently cleaned herself. He leaned in so his muzzle was next to her ear, growling out a low, sensual ”Good girl” before padding around behind her and starting to do some cleaning of his own. He lapped at her rump fur that had been soaked with her juices during the intense mating session, but not touching The she-cat’s slit.

Swallowflight shivered slightly at the scrape of his teeth, getting to cleaning her forepaws once she was done cleaning his cum off of the wall.

Blackstar purred loudly as Swallowflight got right to work cleaning up the mess on the wall. He watched her lap up his seed for a moment before nipping the leash off of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin slightly as he freed her.

Swallowflight huffed at him but nonetheless leaned forward, licking his cum off of the wall.

“Aw, look, the wall and your paws are all dirty.” Blackstar teased, giving her leash another slight tug. “I wonder who can clean them up...”

Swallowflight whined softly both in protest and relief, her hind legs feeling incredibly sore and tired even as some of the pressure was taken off of them.

Blackstar nodded, giving Swallowflight’s neck a quick lick just above where the leash wound around it before hopping back onto all fours. The Tom knew the she-car had one more thing to do, however, and gave the leash a tug to show her so. His pull brought her back down onto all fours right in front of the cum stain Blackstar had made on his wall, her forepaws dragging through it on her way down thanks to the precise tug.

Swallowflight groaned softly, leaning heavily against the wall. “Blackstar.. can you get off me?” She asked quietly. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold us both up.”

Blackstar bit deep into his mate’s scruff to muffle his own pleasured moan. Her fluids flowed out of her core and down onto his cock after he yanked it out of her before climaxing himself. His white load painted the stone wall of the den below Swallowflight, the tom groaning and grunting into the loose skin in his mouth as his cum spurted onto the wall in full view of the She-cat.

Swallowflight moaned loudly, the thought and images sending her over the edge. Her core clenched around him as she climaxed, digging her claws into the wall and attempting to stifle her pleasures scream.

Blackstar growled dominantly into Swallowflight’s scruff, pounding into her with the same speed and intensity all throughout her incoherent rant, and purred loudly once she came out of it. “Y-you have trouble with one dick, Swallowflight. We might get to cross two of those fetishes off your list tomorrow, you’ll be a mess when there’s three cocks in you.” The tom could hardly wait to see her that way, ticked senseless under three huge members just as she’d always secretly wanted.

Swallowflight babbled incoherently with pleasure for several moments before she regained higher brain powers, though it wasn’t much better seeing as her climax was rapidly approaching.

“Swallowflight!” Grunted Blackstar in reply, gripping her scruff in his neck and giving the leash, which he’d almost forgotten about, a rough tug as well. All of this was done in time with his thrust to cause a variety of wonderful sensations all at once to the she-cat.

Swallowflight curled her claws against the wall with a gasp as she was suddenly forced to bear both her weight and his on only two of her legs, her hind legs trembling as they tried to hold her and her mate up. Her back arched, her muzzle quickly moving to hide against one of her paws as she let out a pleasured yowl. “Blackstar!” Her voice was muffled by her fur but still understandable.

Blackstar snarled in pleasure, both of his paws leaving the stone wall suddenly and grasping onto Swallowflight’s shoulders. While she now had to support his full weight, the tom made up for it with faster, even rougher thrusting, the male’s hindlegs quivering with pleasure as he thrusted harder and faster into her ever-tighter pussy.