WARNING: EXTREMELY SEXUAL SCENES. DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE FOLLOWING:

-DIRTY CAT SEX

-LANGUAGE

-BLOOD

ShadowClan slept peacefully in the dead of night. Warm bodies filled every den, their stomachs rising and falling faintly in sleep. They lay in clumps of twos and threes; siblings, mates and friends. Not one cat stirred in the inky blackness that would surround the camp for hours to come, deadening sound with it's palpable mass. Everything was peaceful.

Then, a slight twitch. It could have been mistaken for a slight adjustment in sleep, one that wouldn't disturb the cat who was doubtlessly dreaming of something. But another shift followed, more significant.

A pair of bloodred eyes shot open in the darkness, two pinpoints of light among the shapeless night. They snapped open intensely, as if their lids had barely restrained them throughout the night as their owner waited patiently for every cat to fall into a deep slumber. As if he'd laid motionless for hours, awaiting his chance to rise and claim what was rightfully his. As if he'd never truly slept at all. There was no rest for the wicked.

Soft, muffled noises filled the warrior's den as he rose, stretching his stiff muscles vigorously. He would need them to be operating well for what was to come. At the thought a grin almost reached his sharp face, but the only thing those monstrous eyes betrayed was a glinting coldness, accented by a shimmer of anticipation for what was to come.

The big tom considered enrolling the help of one of his followers to assist him, but it would be simpler to keep this to himself. He didn't need any one of his secrets floating around camp in the mind of some foolish cat.

His tongue reached out and swiped around his muzzle as he contemplated his plan. Nothing could go wrong. The thought sent a pleasurable tingle up his spine. His body wanted action.

Carefully, the red-eyed warrior began to search the den for his prey.

Dewdrop refused to wake up.

She was stalking a fat vole through ShadowClan's sparse undergrowth, darting silently from shrub to shrub as she drew closer to her prey. It sat nibbling on an acorn, oblivious to her deadly approach. She could already feel it's moist flesh giving way underneath the onslaught of her sharp teeth, bones cracking as she snapped it's neck in a neat kill.

Oakroot would be so proud of her if she brought such a juicy, fresh kill back to camp for the elders. Or maybe she could give it to him, as a gift. After all, if it wasn't for him, Dewdrop would still be Dewpaw.

Also, she thought that maybe her old mentor might actually look at her if she did great at something. Reallylook at her. He'd coached her through hunting and fighting, stood by her as she got her warrior name, done everything a mentor could do, and more. Yet he never saw Dewdrop as anything more than a mouse-brained apprentice. She hadn't told anyone about her secret affections for the older cat; they'd only laugh at her or ask her why she didn't just pick some one else to love. No one else woujld understand, and so, in turn, no one else knew.

The warrior's pleasant dream was suddenly weighed down with her dismal thoughts, and Dewdrop found herself staring in horror as her intended victim turned on her with a mighty roar, it's tiny features morphing into those of a badger as it towered over her. Dewdrop scrabbled backwards with a shriek, bumping into a tree as it bore down on her.

The giant creature raised a club-like paw above her head, preparing for a fatal blow. As if it were real, Dewdrop found her life flashing through her brain in a series of clear pictures and muddled feelings. The badger's claws, sped towards her too fast, slicing down on her head and bringing a wave of blood over her world-

Dewdrop jolted awake, her silvery eyes opening in a panic even though she was sure they had never been closed. For a moment she saw a huge shape looming over her and a shriek rose in her throat as she imagined the badger's weight pushing in on her, suffocating her.... but a paw shoved itself halfway into her mouth, quieting her sounds effectively.

Dewdrop relaxed as she recognized a cat standing over her, not a monster. She squinted in the gloom, trying to make out whoever it was. She caught a glimpse of two twin gems twinkling at her through the blackness. They were bloodred, the shade of only one pair of eyes in the whole Clan, or even the whole lake. Just in case, Dewdrop scented the air, drinking in all of the smells around her as she paw reluctantly lifted off of her muzzle.

"Bloodheart?" She mewed quietly, not wanting to disturb her Clanmates.

"Yes. Come with me."

The pretty she-cat felt excitement stir in her chest, despite how confused she was.

"What's going on?" She asked groggily as she scrambled up, hesitant to leave the warmth of her nest. She liked adventure, but it was still a bit mouse-brained to go charging out of the den in the dead of night. She waited for an answer as Bloodheart's chilling eyes bored into her with terrifying intensity.

"You'll find out soon enough. I promise." His voice was deeper than any other warrior's, laced with a hidden emotion that Dewdrop couldn't name. "Just come with me," he told her firmly, and she felt a natural urge to oblige. Bloodheart was a rather alluring cat, though many found him scary. Dewdrop smelled adventure on his pelt, and she wanted a part of it. If that meant losing a bit of sleep, so be it.

She rose fully, shaking her pelt out and giving herself a quick grooming as Bloodheart padded towards the den entrance. He looked back at her and slipped out, leaving the younger warrior to catch up.

"Hey!" She whispered angrily as he disappeared from sight.

Dewdrop decided that she didn't really need a full grooming a picked her way through sleeping cats until she reached the den's opening. She burst out recklessly, freezing in the shock of the cool, clear air. It attacked her refreshingly, filling her lungs with a rejuvinated sort of feeling. She closed her eyes and breathed in, appreciating the different. Then, they snapped open again and she looked around, letting the peaceful moment pass as she searched for Bloodheart.

Where is he?

She raked her eyes over the clearing, wishing that it was daytime or at least half-moon so that she could get a little light. But the scene remained as dark as ever, so that Dewdrop jumped three fox-lengths in the air when Bloodheart appeared at the edge of the clearing. He beckoned to her with his long tail and slipped out of camp.

The puzzled warrior hared across camp and through the entrance, hoping that he wouldn't leave her behind. She pelted into the darkness, finding his scent and following it dutifully. It barely occurred to her that Bloodheart could be planning something less-than-fun as she hunted him through the thin undergrowth.

Dewdrop's white-tipped tail shot up as the scent strengthened. She felt like an easy target to whatever animals might be hiding in wait for her, with her almost-blue fur that was so well groomed it shined in the dim light. Her whole body was bright, from her diamond-like eyes to her white paws and belly.

Nervous, she entered into a clearing, wishing that she shared Bloodheart's black colouring. His own fur was thicker than hers and stained slightly red around the belly, paws and head. He could be right behind her and she'd never-

"Aaahhh!"

Dewdrop shrieked in surprise and pain as a huge body launched into her, knocking her lithe form straight onto the ground. She twisted wildly as the cat pinned her to the ground easily with his weight, keeping her nearly immobilized against the ground.

Dewdrop forgot all of her warrior training for a split second and thrashed uselessly, earning herself a long scratch that tore along her neck, shallow but still painful. She yowled in pain and used her hind paws to batter at her attacker's stomach, unsheathing her claws and slicing into his belly. She whipped her head upwards in a random strike, managing to clamp her jaws around the neck of her massive assailant. She held tight as he tried to throw her, but suddenly a familiar scent flowed into her head and she recoiled in shock.

Bloodheart?!

She released his neck and moved her head backwards, forcing her legs to cease their endless kicking. She immediately felt embarrassed; Bloodheart was her Clanmate! She should have scented him before blindly clawing at him.

"Bloodheart," she started desperately, out of breath. "I'm so-"

She was interrupted as the senior warrior slashed his claws deep into her shoulder, leaving a bloody gash. Dewdrop wailed in agony, but she was cut off as he cuffed her head forcefully.

"Be quiet, dung heap," he hissed in her ear, digging his thorn-sharp claws into her flank for emphasis. "Don't speak unless I tell you to."

He glared at her coldly and added, "Or you get some more scratches."

Dewdrop nodded, horrified. The world was spinning around her in a blur, but somehow his voice pierced the spectrum.

"Get up."

She rose uncertainly, awaiting his next command with shaking legs. "Turn around and crouch down," he instructed, and watched as she did so, wondering if he would kill her. No, not if. When.

For Dewdrop it was a relief to sink onto her haunches, even if she was level with the ground. But her temporary happiness was cut short as Bloodheart ordered, "Put your tail up."

She did so grudgingly, and immediately felt the heat of his breath against her centre. She shuddered as he sniffed experimentally, letting out the breath with a shiver of ecstasy. "Oh, yes. I've never seen such a tight, hot pussy."

He inhaled again, with the same slow appreciation. The warmth on her pussy caused it to react immediately, salivating like any cat did when they spotted a juicy mouse. Dewdrops eyes widened as she realized what was happening. Bloodheart was going to mate with her. Her first instinct was to get up and speed off like a rabbit, but he would catch her inevitably, and the punishment would probably kill her. This was the only way.

His warm tongue rasped over her dampening hole, speeding the process greatly. This time Dewdrop felt a shot of pleasure run up her spine from the contact. She moaned softly, thirsting for more. His licked her pussy again, and again, faster and faster as he lapped up the juices that now leaked from her like water from a growing stream. She wriggled with every stroke, arching her back and groaning, gasping for more.

"Faster," she hissed without meaning to. "Oh, harder, baby, deeper!"

Incoherent words tumbled from her mouth as he flicked his tongue into her soaking wet vagina, digging it in painfully. Dewdrop needed more. She shoved her ass backwards as he did it again, forcing his tongue deeper into her.

"Oh, yes!" She screamed as he pressed against a nerve, making tingles shoot from the base of her tail upwards into her skull. "More!"

Bloodheart listened to her pleasured screams with triumph, feeling his dick slip out of it's casing as he nipped at her pussy, making her scream louder than ever. He flipped her over and she obliged willingly, spreading her legs as wide as possible as she threw her pelvis into the air, attempting to drive his tongue further into her hot, saturated vagina. He pushed it in impossibly far, letting his nose become wet along with his chin.

"Ugh!" He grunted forcefully, giving her insides a final lick before she came hard, spraying juices all over his face and neck as his crazed mind made him shove his face closer to her. She rode the orgasm with a chilling scream, her whole body worming around as white, salty liquid flowed endlessly out of her pussy.

Finally Dewdrop collapsed, shivering with a mix of emotions. Bloodheart licked the cum from the grass before it could cool, then he cleaned the area between her legs. She let him, laying still with her legs still splayed apart. He swiped his tongue around his jaws as he finished, savouring her taste.

Their eyes met, and immediately, Dewdrop rose back into the crouching position. Bloodheart grinned lustily, and mounted her readily, feeling his penis harden at the thought of her tightness closing around him. She felt him getting ready and sexily used her tail to stroke his dick, speeding the erection's progress. He moaned the she wrapped the white tip of her tail around the head and moved it slowly up and down, elicting more sounds of pleasure from him.

Finally he was ready, and she moved her tail out of the way. Bloodheart made sure he was in position whispered in her ear, "Is this your first time?"

She nodded, unable to speak.

"Good. I love virgin pussy. Get ready, you filthy slut," he hissed, not meaning the words cruelly.

"Oh, keep talking," she purred, her eyes closed. Bloodheart leaned in closer and whispered, "You're a bad kitty, Dewdrop. And I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson. "

Dewdrop purred louder, loving it. "You pretty little whore. I'm gonna fuck you so hard your pussy'll stretch until I can climb into it and fuck you from the inside."

"Oh, please," she whispered, and he pressed his dick against her vagina, which was primed and ready for him to slide in.

"Beg," he told her, and she hardly missed a beat.

"Fuck me, Master," she wailed, adopting a new title for him. "Fuck me, you dirty amazing monster!" She shrieked, forgetting absolutely everything except for the feeling of him on top of her. "Stick your huge dick in me now!!"

Bloodheart almost would have liked to make her wait even longer, but he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her that exact moment. As soon as he was in, he knew he'd never felt anything so good.

Dewdrop screamed in pain as he speared her mercilessly, stabbing deeper and deeper into her until they could not have been closer. She drove her ass upwards, wailing until the pain subsided.

"Go," she breathed, and Bloodheart pulled out, immediately knowing he had to be back inside her. Dewdrop's breath hitched at the loss, but then he rocked back into her, drawing out another scream, but this one for a whole different reason. He began pumping in and out, tearing her up with magnified intensity. She could feel his cock destroying her sweetly from the inside, making her a mess.

He was hitting so hard that blood began to seep out of the nub that connected them, more and more as he injured her further. And she loved it.

The pain couldn't even dream of standing up to the pleasure, so a little bit of blood wasn't on her mind right then. It was like he broke into another part of her every time he drove back into her pussy. He kept humping her for so long, she thought that they could just continue forever, which seemed wonderful. She never wanted to stop surging upwards to meet him as he moved his pelvis faster and faster until they were moving at breakneck speed.

She writhed madly underneath him until he grabbed her scruff with his teeth, biting down on it to keep her still to he could continue fucking her and to take out some of the tension in his body. All too quickly, their asses smacked together one last time and Bloodheart came thunderingly into her, spilling his cum up through her body. There was so much of it that when he pulled out it continued coming out of his cock, which was at least three inches long and so big he almost couldn't tell it was his.

As he came into her it sent Dewdrop over the edge and she experienced her second orgasm of the night, collapsing in a messed heap under him. She lay in a shallow pool of cum for many long minutes, breathing heavily. Eventually Bloodheart clambered off of her, barely able to stay on his paws.

"That was..." he breathed, still gasping for air. "That was amazing."

Dewdrop managed somehow to stand up and looked at him strangely. Then she said, "More than amazing. Bloodheart, I want you to fuck me again and again until I pass out. I didn't know..." She shook her head, looking around. "I didn't know I could ever feel that much."

He nodded, realizing now as his senses returned that there would be no need to keep Dewdrop as a sex slave, as planned. She would do this willingly. And better yet, he could fuck her whenever he wanted, with no complaints. He looked at the gorgeous she-cat, taking in her features as he remembered why he'd picked her. He had figured if he was going to make some one his slave, it would be the prettiest cat in ShadowClan. He had obviously picked well.

"Tomorrow," Bloodheart said without warning, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer.

"Of course," agreed Dewdrop, her eyes brimming with lust. "Tomorrow."

Sorry if you don't like stuff that nasty, but I did warn you!! Please review I need to know how you like it. :)