Hello Feline Friends

Cautiously, Hazelpaw fan her tongue along the underside of his length.

Nightstar let out a pleasured grunt, his eyes closing halfway as Hazelpaw began to suck him off. “Use your tongue,” The tom purred sofrly, figuring the apprentice could use some pointers on her first time.

Hazelpaw dropped her gaze, reluctantly taking his cock in her mouth again and starting to suck.

Nightstar’s gaze was unimpressed and unmoved as he looked down at Hazelpaw, not appreciating the apprentice’s defiant look. “I didn’t tell you to stop sucking. Get back to it and maybe I won’t do that again.” That was a flat out lie, but he was tired of waiting for her to pleasure him.

Hazelpaw sent a weak glare up at the tom, her breathing gradually evening out as she caught her breath.

Nightstar offered the young she-cat a sickening grin. “Amazing how long it is, isn’t it? I felt the back of your throat.”

Hazelpaw desperately gasped for air, hacking and coughing.

Knowing the timings and signs of too much asphyxiation by heart, Nightstar let Hazelpaw up, her muzzle still loose so that the she-cat could breathe freely.

Hazelpaw choked even more now, his cock now filling up her throat too. She struggled helplessly, feeling herself grow weaker every moment with the lack of air. She was getting rather panicked by this point.

Nightstar smirked to himself, not loosening his hold on Hazelpaw one bit. “Don’t forget the consequences of disobeying me,” warned the tom, somehow managing to push her even further down so that the last bit of his hugs cock disappeared into The she-cat’s muzzle.

Hazelpaw struggled to pull back but was unable to move with his paw on the back of her head. Struggling to breathe around the large cock filling up her mouth, she dug her claws into the ground and strained.

Nightstar held The she-cat down with his full strength and without remorse. The tom took great pleasure in partaking in breath play with his mating partners, wether they wanted it or not. Holding Violetwing’s head under the water while he fucked her had given him a major rise, and now, he was going to play the same game with Hazelpaw.

Hazelpaw choked slightly when she suddenly found his cock in her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat.

Nightstar placed his other forepaw on the back of Hazelpaw’s head. The tom hadn’t bothered to tighten The she-cat’s muzzle again after she refused to speak, and he made it clear why by using the leash and the paw on her head to suddenly shove her down around his cock.

Hazelpaw diligently set to coating his length in licks, doing her best to shove her emotions and thoughts on what she was doing to the back of her mind.

(Yep!)

Nightstar’s breath hitched as, finally, the teasing he’d put himself through ended with the lick to his sensitive cock. The tom watched Hazelpaw expectantly, smirking at the way she looked as she pleased him.

(

I'm just going to assume he means for her to lick his cock...)

Sullenly, Hazelpaw drew her tongue over his length, keeping her nose scrunched up so as to muffle the scent of his musk.

(This is what happens when you spend a half hour digging through the thread for your first description but can’t find it! XP)

“I already suggested a way you could enjoy this more. Don’t act like that.” Nightstar Retorted to her wordless protest with an annoyed huff, giving her leash an insistent tug while her nose was forced against his length.

Hazelpaw briefly resisted, just long enough to let him know without a doubt that she wasn't happy, before she followed his directions, wrinkling her nose as her muzzle was placed against his cock.

(Lol, Flowerkit has had three descriptions. Her first one was a black she-kit with a white tail tip and socks, her second was a tawny-colored tabby with green eyes, and her third was a white she-kit with brown socks and green eyes. :p)

“Fine,” Nightstar huffed, seeming angry after being rebuffed by the apprentice. He tugged her down once more, placing her muzzle tight against the tip of his cock.

Hazelpaw held her tongue despite how much she wanted to unleash a load of vitriol on the tom, not trusting him not to punish her for it.

(Lol!)

Nightstar arched his brow, intrigued, and loosened Hazelpaw’s muzzle. “Speak your mind,” The tom offered, still smirking superiorly down at the apprentice.

Hazelpaw directed a vicious glare up at the black tom once she had caught her breath, bristling.

(I was back looking at really old posts and what the fuck it’s been almost three and a half years since I joined this crazy messed up family. I joined when I was twelve what the fuck was I thinking)

Nightstar kept Hazelpaw’s leash taut so that she wouldn’t try going anywhere, but didn’t force her back into pleasuring him, at least not yet.

Hazelpaw gratefully gasped in air even as she struggled to resist the urge to dunk her claws into the tom, caught between furious indignation and fear.