Hello Feline Friends

“I thought you might enjoy yourself more that way,” Nightstar Mewed with a shrug, using the leash to pull her away from his balls and give Hazelpaw a moment to just breathe.

Hazelpaw couldn’t help her instinctive reaction of disgust to that, just barely managing to keep from lashing out. How dare he-!

“Maybe you should pretend that I’m him?” Nightstar made the suggestion with a knowing smirk, guessing that, deep down, the apprentice had shared her mentor’s feelings for her on one level or another.

Hazelpaw choked slightly when he restricted her airflow, struggling to breathe until he loosened it. Sucking in a grateful breath of air, she returned to grooming his balls.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” growled Nightstar softly, giving her leash a tug to temporarily restrict her airflow before pulling her back to his balls. “Hmm...” The tom was clearly working on some sort of idea to keep her from continually disappointing him by stopping what she was doing.

Hazelpaw stiffened slightly at the mention of her mentor, her licks briefly stuttering.

(D'aww *ships Yellowhazel* Hazelpaw did have a crush on her mentor )

Nightstar restarted his story once Hazelpaw continued, purring softly at how cute she looked with her tail drooping like that.

“Yellowfoot was always telling us you were going to be his mate once you became a warrior.”

Hazelpaw couldn't help her tail drooping and made an apologetic sound, continuing to lap at his balls.

“Keep licking,” growled Nightstar, not appreciating the questioning sound she made even if it didn’t really interrupt her pleasuring of his balls. He used the leash to push her down, forcing her tongue and nose into the sweaty crevice between his inner leg and the side of his sack.

Hazelpaw flicked her ears, unable to help but be curious despite feeling like she would rather not know. She made a questioning sound.

“Do you know who used to fantasize about you like this, Hazelpaw?” Nightstar purred questioningly, a smirk crossing his face as he watched The she-cat lick away at his ballsack.

Hazelpaw couldn't help the vague sense of relief when she was no longer able to talk, not wanting to have to praise the tom anymore. Carefully, she drew her tongue over the furry orbs.

Seeing as Hazelpaw hadn’t sung his praises in some time, Nightstar tightened her muzzle again, only allowing her tongue to escape once more. “Your tongue, my balls.” The tom commanded, pulling her down to them. “Go.”

Hazelpaw shut her eyes tightly, holding back a pitiful whimper that wanted to escape as the tom's musk was rubbed onto her fur.

“Wonderful,” purred Nightstar huskily, pulling back on her muzzle to finally remove her tongue from his sheath. He used his leash to move her head around so that his cock rubbed against every part of her head, face, muzzle, cheeks, and ears.

As soon as the order was given, Hazelpaw stilled, obeying and allowing his length to rub against her cheek and muzzle as she licked.

Nightstar eventually opened one eye when he felt Hazelpaw try and move away from his member as it brushed against her. “Your fur feels good. Stop moving and let it rub on you.” The tom commanded softly, watching her warily to ensure she obeyed as she licked out his sheath.

Hazelpaw had to struggle to fit her tongue around his member now that it was out, unable to help shying away whenever it brushed against her, which was often. Definitely enough to make Nightstar notice.

Nightstar purred as his member emerged. His pink length rubbed against her muzzle and cheeks as it grew to full length, quite an impressive length and girth. The tom did not direct her to leave licking inside of his sheath however, liking that the fit of her tongue inside it was tighter now that his cock was at full size.

Hazelpaw fought the urge to cringe away, her tongue scraping against his member as she continued to lick all around inside his sheath.

Nightstar directed her to continue exactly as she was with a wave of his paw and his loud purrs, not opening his eyes to watch as Hazelpaw tasted his very essence. Before long, his member began to slide against Hazelpaw’s tongue, emerging from the sheath as she licked inside it.

With Nightstar unable to see what she was doing anymore, Hazelpaw freely allowed her expression to twist in distaste as she licked around inside his sheath, not liking the strong taste of the tom. Also, it was utterly humiliating.

“Make sure you get all around in there,” Nightstar huffed, tucking his forepaws against his chest and closing his eyes in pleasure as Hazelpaw settled and started doing exactly as he’d instructed.

Hazelpaw tucked her paws in closer to her, making herself smaller, and briefly closed her eyes as if in pain before doing as ordered, struggling to keep from wrinkling her nose in distaste.

“That’s not where I want your tongue,” The tom growled quietly, holding her leash taut and directing her until her tongue was pressed against the tip of his sheath, where his member would soon emerge. “Shove your tongue inside it.” Commanded Nightstar with a smirk. No she-cat had ever licked there on him before, so it was sure to taste like the essence of his masculinity- Musky and maybe not entirely pleasant. But it would taste like him, and that was the important part.