The brambles glowed amber in the setting sun, and the tabby tom's eyes glistened in the dying light. He shuffled uncomfortably from paw to paw. He needed advice. But who could he ask? Bluestar was always busy mentoring the young Fireheart for greatness. Why couldn't Bluestar realize that he was meant to be the true leader of Thunderclan. He would be the greatest leader the forest had ever seen! But for now, he needed a little advice on how to do it. His eyes narrowed in thought, who could possibly hurt Fireheart the most?
Suddenly her eyes flew open, and his mind whirred. A slow smirk crossed his face and he padded confidently towards the medicine cat's den. "Spottedleaf?" He called out, his silky voice entering the tortoiseshells den. He creapt in and waited for a response.
"Tigerclaw?" Spottedleaf questioned, "What are you doing in my den? Did you hurt yourself?" The gentle she-cats voice soothed Tigerclaw, and he knew he'd done the right thing. Amber eyes met each other and Tigerclaw lowered his head in an act of shyness.
"Spottedleaf, will you come for a walk with me? I need some advice." the tabby tom stood and beckoned for her to lead the way.
"But of course, Tigerclaw." The speckled cat meowed, "I don't know if I'm the right cat to help you though..." She trailed off. Walking after her Tigerclaw caught a whiff of her heat and smiled to himself, feeling his member begin to stiffen already.
You're the one alright, Tigerclaw thought, and the pair walked off into the forest.
After a long stroll, the duo stopped, in a small hollow, filled with moss that glowed in the pale moonshine. Tigerclaw suddenly turned and leapt on Spottedleaf pinning her down.
"Tigerclaw? What are you doing?" The young she-cat asked fearfully. Despite her vows of abstinence though, she could feel the moisture gathering between her legs and she practically moaned when Tigerclaw ground his pelvis between her thighs.
"Taking what was always meant to be mine." Tigerclaw replied, his amber eyes glowing with lust. He could feel his thick hot member come out of it's sheath and he growled low in his throat. He licked Spottedleaf's cheeks, then slowly moved downwards, until he reached her soft pink core. He greedily stuck his tongue in and sucked on her little bud, drinking her juices as she came with a squeal.
"Ready for more my little slut?" He growled, and without giving her a chance to reply, he shoved his thick meat into her tiny hole, splitting her. He thrust in relentlessly, breaking his way through her virgin walls and claiming her as his own. "God, you're so tight!" He gasped, purring lustily as her soft velvety folds covered stroked and accepted his greedy dick.
Spottedleaf cried and wailed underneath him, but his greater weight forced her down. She screamed in pain as his barbs ripped and tore at her, leaving her bleeding. She wondered if the torture would ever end, but soon enough the pain turned to pleasure and she moaned sexily, "Oh Tigerclaw, make me your queen! I want to feel you fill me with your thick creamy seed and lick it off you and the ground, my leader. Make me your little cum bucket!" she called out, not caring who heard her now.
Tigerclaw happily obliged, filling her with his seed as her own orgasm milked every last drop from his overly large balls. Exhausted he collapsed beside her as she kept true to her word, and lapped up the puddle of cum on the grass beside them and off his now limp member. He growled softly at her touch, and feeling his cock pulse and stiffen once more, He wrapped his paws around the petite tortoiseshell and pulled her into him.
"Ready for round two?"