WARNING- Contains strong themes that are not suitable for young viewers or people who dislike sex. Viewer discretion is advised!
This is my first Warriors Lemon, so hopefully, it doesn't turn out awful. I'm totally going to be taking requests, so post your suggestions in the reviews!
The idea popped into my head quite suddenly for this pairing, and considering it hasn't been done before, I thought i'd try it out. Enjoy!
(If you weren't aware, Brindlepaw is now Brindlewing in the books. Brindlepaw is Breezepelt's and Heathertail's kit, alongside Smokepaw/haze.)
Lionblaze dragged his paws reluctantly across the grassy, forest floor. He had been assigned for the dawn patrol with Whitewing, Rosepetal, and Bumblestripe. Unfortunately for him, his infamous season rolled around and the two she's he was following were reeking with heat-scent. I'd do anything to mount Cinderheart right now. He thought, though soon gave a huff of disappointment as he recalled that his mate denied his efforts to mate- as she just 'wasn't feeling it.'
"Are you OK, Lionblaze?" The large, gray tom beside him mewed, "You seem different." Lionblaze glanced over at the tom, shrugging dismissively. "I'm fine, Bumblestripe. Do you mind if I stay behind for the moment? I'll catch up, I just want a moment to myself."
"Sure," Bumblestripe replied, a sympathetic glint in the young tom's eyes seemed to hint Lionblaze that the tom knew exactly what was going on. "I'll tell the others that you scented something on the WindClan border, and went to check it again." Then with a nod of appreciation, Lionblaze fell behind the patrol before disappearing further into the undergrowth.
His paws skimmed lightly through the forest as he slowly approached the WindClan border. Maybe now that he found time to himself, he could relax and soothe the urges that followed him. He stopped with a start as he noticed a figure of a cat near the river that bordered between the moor and forest. WindClan, he thought dryly, tasting the air for the cats' scent, only to then notice a second odor. One he knew well. Heat-scent.
Carefully stalking further, Lionblaze managed to get a good view of the she-cats pelt. His mind rolled back to the previous gathering, where he noticed Heathertail introducing her and Breezepelt's daughters to the other apprentices of the clans. The apprentices seemed quite fond of them; but he begged to differ. Unlike Lionblaze, Heathertail had seemed to dismiss their past in the tunnels. She then decided to mate with Breezepelt, the snake-hearted tom that betrayed the clans and attempted to kill Lionblaze. This made the golden tom feel bitter- which drove his mind to think about something he never would've thought of doing. His urges didn't make it help either.
"Brindlepaw, right?" Lionblaze mused casually, stepping away from the brambles he had crouched behind, "you're awful close to the border."
The apprentice jumped, whipping around with a hiss. "So are you!" She spat defensively, "I'm just looking for Nightcloud s'all, so go and mind your own-"
"Nightcloud? She just passed into the territory looking for you," Lionblaze blurted out, his mind working quite quickly. "Apparently a warrior saw you approaching the border and told her, so she assumed you crossed into our territory. You should come and alert her quickly.". Brindlepaw eyed Lionblaze suspiciously, "How do I know that isn't all mouse-dung to get me in trouble?"
"You're going to be in trouble if you don't move your tail. She's making some serious accusations because of your little personal border patrol."
Got you. Lionblaze thought, his tail curling with satisfaction as he noticed the apprentice's eyes widen, before swiftly leaping across the river. "Then, c-come on!" Brindlepaw stuttered, padding briskly into the undergrowth.
Lionblaze followed closely behind for a heartbeat before lunging at the apprentice, shoving her down into the bracken inside an old, hollowed out oak-tree. He slapped his tail across the apprentice's maw as she parted her jaws to scream. His patrol could be anywhere- and he'd rather they not be around for this 'border dispute'. "Get comfortable, because I like to last a while." He snorted, somewhat proud of his success. Lionblaze rolled the she onto her belly before pressing down on her back, wrapping his paws around her stomach. "Yowl, scream or try to run and i'll shred you into mouse-dust. The more you struggle, the deeper my claws will go." He muttered into Brindlepaws ear, pressing his claws lightly down on her stomach. "Am I understood?"
Brindlepaw nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face as her entire body trembled. Lionblaze adjusted his position as he pressed his member lightly on the apprentice's core. He began rubbing his shaft between her folds as he grunted with satisfaction, slowly feeling his barbed meat slide out of his sheath. "Damn..." He moaned. Brindlepaw was confused by the feeling; she didn't hate it, if she was honest she was enjoying the sensation he was giving her. Unfortunately, this was short-lived, as Lionblaze then aligned his unsheathed member with her core before thrusting in half-way. Brindlepaw gasped, clenching her teeth as her tail whipped between Lionblaze's hind legs. "Stop moving," Lionblaze moaned, pressing his claws into her stomach as a warning. With a whimper, Brindlepaw closed her eyes and held back a yowl of pain. Lionblaze's penis was quite impressive- he was very long, with a good thickness. Of course, this was all uncanny to Brindlepaw so she couldn't really appreciate the tom's size, and felt even more awful when he pulled back out before thrusting forcefully in, bursting through her hymen.
This time, Brindlepaw couldn't hold back her protests and let out a yowl of pain, shaking violently as she tried to unbalance the tom. Lionblaze raked his claws harshly down her stomach as he dug his fangs into her scruff, tugging her head back. "Keep your damn mouth shut, slut." He hissed. She's as loud and as obnoxious as Heathertail. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. He thought miserably, thrusting harder and faster as he rocked the apprentice's body back and forth. His hard, wet cock slid easily through her tight walls as he increased his speed, moaning and grunting through Brindlepaw's scruff. The pain didn't stop for the poor apprentice- she sobbed as the ThunderClan tom's barbs ripped at her core, and increased the pain with each thrust. Though as he pushed forwards and hit her G-spot, a small moan escaped her jaws. "Oh you like that, you little slut." He purred as the she-cats juices surrounded his cock, thrusting forwards and hitting her sensitive spot again. "Talk dirty to your new daddy."
"Ooh, daddy." She moaned, propping her hind legs up as she pushed back, purring as she felt Lionblaze's balls press against her legs. "Fuck me harder, daddy. Fill me with your cock. Fill me!" She groaned.
Lionblaze did so, humping harder as she pushed back into his penis. As he rocked her back and forth, hitting her G-spot with each thrust, they both let out moans and groans of ecstasy. "Fuck, i'm coming." Lionblaze breathed, gripping harder onto her scruff as he shoved her face into the ground, pulling back all the way before thrusting back in repeatedly. "DADDY!" Brindlepaw yowled as her walls tightened and her juices flowed out of her core, splashing down onto the bracken beneath them. As the walls closed around Lionblaze's cock, he felt his balls tighten as strings of semen shot out of his member, filling the apprentice up. "Good girl." Lionblaze breathed, panting heavily as he pulled his dick from her core, watching as it fell limply down. "WindClan cats are so skinny all the time- come over here. You clearly need a proper feeding."
"Yes daddy." Brindlepaw murmured, her eyes soft and lustful. Despite the former pain, she felt a mass amount of pleasure from that experience, so she was more than happy to comply. Lionblaze sat back, rubbing his member as it slowly rose once again. "Wrap your maw around my cock and suck hard. Now be good and lick it properly.". Brindlepaw nodded, taking his dick in her mouth before bobbing her head up and down, sucking tightly. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, all the way up to the tip as her head bounced up and down. Lionblaze moaned, propping his paws onto her shoulders as he pushed his cock up so his tip was poking the back of her throat. Brindlepaw didn't argue and continued deep-throating his member until he hardened once again, and his fluid shot out of the tip, dribbling down her throat and exploding out of her mouth. Lionblaze pulled out, purring heavily as he leaned back, watching the apprentice swallow his cum and lick up any that dribbled down onto her chest. "I loved it daddy. Can I have more?"
"You little slut, you.." He chuckled, amused by the apprentice's eagerness. "Tomorrow, you will meet me by the border and we will return to this hollowed out tree. I'll fill you up and then feed you once again. Do you understand?"
"Yes daddy." Brindlepaw purred, taking it upon herself to clean up her 'daddies' member and stomach before grooming any other excess juices from her pelt. She then stood, waving her rump in the air before exiting the tree and padding swiftly towards the border.
Lionblaze stared after her, a faint smile appearing across his muzzle. I've claimed your daughter, Heathertail and Breezepelt. You'll find out when she gives birth to my kits.
-A couple of moons later-
Brindlewing pushed, panting heavily as the last bundle escaped from her core. Taking a breath of relief, she turned around to clean her new kits. She regularly met up with Lionblaze to mate, and she indeed had a former litter before her current one but they hadn't survived due to multiple reasons. However, when her second pregnancy rolled around, she made sure to try her hardest for the lives of her kits. Though it was a small litter of only two kits, she still loved them anyway, and she couldn't wait for them to meet their father and participate in their breeding. Alongside that, she did recently receive her warrior name but that was the last of her worries.
"Brindlewing?" Heathertail mewed slowly, padding into the nursery. She had notified her parents quite late in the pregnancy. Her mother was quite concerned but somewhat happy for her, whilst her father Breezepelt was furious. "Heathertail!" She purred, "come and see my kits.". Carefully, Heathertail padded closer to the nest, scanning the kits curiously. There were a tom and a she, and both of them carried Lionblaze's golden pelt, however, neither of them had his long fur. "They're lovely, Brindlewing, but... Who's the father?" Heathertail murmured. Brindlewing lashed her tail, "That's none of your concern, mother. Now if you wouldn't mind, i'd like to rest with my kits."
"I... Alright." Heathertail winced before exiting the den, going straight towards Breezepelt and Brindlewing's sister, Smokehaze. The she-cat couldn't care less for their gossip, all that mattered was Lionblaze and their kits.
There you have it! My very first lemon. What did you think? Do you have any suggestions? Would you like me to make a 'sequel' with Breezepelt's reaction and Lionblaze meeting his kits? Tell me in the reviews!
(i'm a little foggy on timelines, so just take the timing between Brindlewing's apprenticeship and warrior ceremony with a grain of salt)
