Dim Light (Stormwind)

"Later." Came Riverpaw's simple response, the tom tightening his grip around Swiftpaw. "Now, I don't wanna move."

(Okay!)

Sighing contentedly, Swiftpaw stayed silent for several minutes before speaking up again, "We should ask Brookstar when our ceremonies are."

(You can be them!)

Riverpaw pressed his muzzle into her neck fur, purring softly. "I love you too, Swiftpaw."

(We do lol. You wanna be him/her or should I?)

Swiftpaw purred quietly, wrapping her tail around his. "I love you, Riverpaw," she murmured.

Spottedpaw watched the couple snuggle together with a soft smile, though her folds still dripped with need. She silently began to wander back towards camp.

Riverpaw pressed his muzzle against hers, his purrs slowly growing quieter.

(We need to make a leader :p)

Swiftpaw wrapped her forepaws around her mate-to-be, pushing her muzzle into his neck fur while closing her eyes.

Riverpaw nodded, laying down on top of Swiftpaw with a teasing chuckle.

Swiftpaw breathes heavily, completely wiped out after her two powerful orgasms within a short period of time. "Can we rest now?" She asked weakly, not caring about the fact that her lower end was practically coated in cum, be it her own or the other two cats'.

Riverpaw locked lips with Spottedpaw after Swiftpaw dropped out, his moan muffled as he barely managed to pull out of her before climaxing, his cum coating the ground between her hind legs. Spottedpaw gave one last desperate mewl before she reached the edge as well, flopping to the ground next to Swiftpaw.

Swiftpaw withdrew her participation in the kiss to cry out, her claws digging into his shoulders as she climaxed, rather powerfully. Arching her back for a moment, she then went limp beneath Riverpaw despite his continued thrusts, panting.

Spottedpaw brought her face close to theirs, and Riverpaw gradually incorporated her into a three-way kiss, the small space between the three becoming a flurry of tongues and lips as he felt his climax near.

Swiftpaw mewled into his mouth, her eyes closed as she explores the inside of his mouth with her tongue. Curling her tail around one of his hind legs, her climax started to approach and she showed it by quivering, her core tightening around his length.

Riverpaw happily allowed Swiftpaw's tongue access to his mouth, swirling his tongue around hers as she slipped in. His thrusts gradually grew harder and faster, the tom purring softly into her mouth. Meanwhile, Spottedpaw buried her face in the dirt beneath and yowled her pleasure into the earth as Riverpaw continued to fuck her with the stick.

Swiftpaw responded to the kiss passionately, gripping his shoulders with her forepaws as she closed her eyes. Uncharacteristically, she asked for entrance to his mouth by lightly touching his lips with her tongue, instead of waiting for him to do it. Arching her back, she bucked up against the tom, moaning rather loudly with pleasure.

Riverpaw forced Swiftpaw to avert her gaze for a moment as he leaned down and passionately kissed his future mate, pressing his muzzle against hers desperately even as he pumped the stick in and out of Spottedpaw's tailhole and began to rapidly fuck Swiftpaw.

Swiftpaw opened her eyes at the yowl, her gaze drawn to Spottedpaw. Transfixed by the sight, she couldn't tear her gaze away as she mewled and moaned, shuddering at each of Riverpaw's thrusts.

Riverpaw repositioned Spottedpaw in full view of Swiftpaw before using his tail to shove the stick in Spottedpaw's tailhole, earning a yowl of pleasure from the other she-cat as she entered the mating crouch. Meanwhile, Riverpaw thrusted the stick gently while beginning to mate with Swiftpaw.

Swiftpaw arched her back, her eyes remaining closed as she cried out in pleasure, her core extremely sensitive after her ordeal with the stick. Despite being tired out, she eagerly responded to her mate, bucking up against him with a groan.

Spottedpaw began to bounce on the stick again, driven by lust to make them both cum again, but was stopped by Riverpaw.

Riverpaw dragged Spottedpaw off of his mate, tossing the stick aside before pushing into Swiftpaw all at once.

Swiftpaw climaxed with a shriek, her juices coating the part of the stick that was in her as she fought off the darkness with all of her willpower. Closing her eyes, she panted heavily, laying limply underneath Spottedpaw as her fur was coated in her friend's juices, making it all matted and sticky.

Spottedpaw could hardly believe the insane amount of pleasure she felt as she dropped herself on the stick again and again, raising her head to yowl to the heavens as she climaxed once after only a few drops, showering her friend's lower body in her juices.

Swiftpaw cried out whenever the stick was moved, the pleasure so great she nearly blacked out every time Spottedpaw dropped down onto it. Gasping for air, she felt like her lungs were being squeezed every time she tried to draw breath, the stick doing its job so well she was already near climax. She couldn't speak, but if she had been able to, she would have begged with Spottedpaw for her to never stop.

Spottedpaw mewled softly as she raised herself off the stick, temporarily relieving the pressure against their inner walls until she dropped down again, impaling them both on the stick once more. Spottedpaw almost fainted in pleasure as the stick was pushed deep inside her pussy, only barely able to imagine what it was like to be on the bottom, where it was almost certainly brushing the entrance to Swiftpaw's womb.

Riverpaw sat back and watched with a lusty smirk as the pair's cores rubbed against one another every time Spottedpaw dropped down on the stick.

Swiftpaw mewled out, shuddering as the weight of Spottedpaw moved the stick inside of her. She could barely focus due to the pleasure, her breathing coming in short, quick bursts.

About half of the long stick still protruded from Swiftpaw's core, Spottedpaw biting her lip as she imagined how much pleasure the huge thing must be giving Swiftpaw.

Riverpaw purred loudly at both their reactions. "Spottedpaw, go sit on it."

Spottedpaw shuddered at the thought, padding over to and straddling Swiftpaw, looking down at the other she-cat as she dropped herself down on the stick, pushing it deep into both of them.