Ravensong padded towards the Marshclan border, she cast quick glances behind her, before stepping into enemy territory. A familiar scent hit her nose. "Why, hello Ravensong." A purr sounded behind her. A large dark brown tabby stood there. Her eyes drifted around him, "Swampstar." She erupted into a purr, rubbing against him. He was twice her size.
"My little warrior, how are things." He asked rasping his tongue over her nicked ear. "And how did this happen?" He added. Ravensong closed her eyes, relaxed by his touch. "Things are good, but Barkstripe wants kits, but I'm not ready..." She meowed into her chest fur. Swampstar's ears pricked, his amber eyes met with hers. "Don't be scared darling, it might just be that he is not the right tom." He reassured her, resting his tail on her side.
Ravensong saw truth in his words, but something was odd. She felt an odd attraction to the large tom, he seemed brutal from the outside but in his heart he was a gentle, caring tom. She sighed, wishing that Barkstripe was similar. He was an arrogant, hot headed tom.
Swampstar looked away, her fierce green eyes making it harder to tell her. "Ravensong, I have something to tell you." He started, looking back at her. "Would you be my mate?" he asked, slightly worried about her answer. Ravensong looked back at the tom, she had no idea of his feelings, he was just a friend.
She rolled over onto him, making him stand up. "We may be from two clans, but that hasn't stopped others. I would love to be your mate." She purred, looking into his amber eyes.
Swampstar looked down on the small she-cat. She was beautiful, despite her scars on her flanks. He licked her chest, resulting in her purring. "Are you ready?" He asked, his member poking from its sheath.
Ravensong nodded, her core moistening as he trailed down her, his tongue soothing. She looked at the tom, his amber eyes clouded over with lust as he towered over her. His member was part way out its sheath.
Swampstar thrusted into her mouth, letting out a deep groan. He felt her tongue swirl around it, drawing it out bit by bit. He pulled out of her mouth, seeing her pout in disagreement.
Ravensong sat up, lunging for his shaft, taking it back in her mouth. She knocked him over on his back. "Mmmh, for your first time, you surely do a good job." He groaned, closing his eyes. She nibbled and sucked on it, feeling it pulse. Not long after he came, shooting white liquid down her throat, stinging were his barbs cut her.
The tom, ordered her into a crouching position, reassuring her. "It'll hurt at the start, but will get better." He purred, grabbing her scruff in his mouth. He traced her core, teasing her. She moaned at the small pokes and prods. Swampstar slammed into her, then pulling out slowly. Ravensong yowled out, tears formed at the corners of her eyes. He slowly entered again, easing his member into her core, attempting to fit the whole length in.
He pulled out again, pulling her with him. She soon started groaning at the pleasure, bucking back to his thrusting. He soon came again, shooting his seed into her, provoking pregnancy. He however didn't slide out, he kept going, feeling her wave pass through.
Ravensong had passed out from the pleasure as her mate kept going. He soon grew tired, finally jerking himself off, then curling up next to her, purring. "I'm guessing things are great."