This is my first time writing a gay sex scene, so I made it quite long. Please enjoy and review! Next chapter should be a rape scene.
Lionclaw was hunting in the woods when he was approached by two warriors, Sootwhisker and Furystrike. They offered to give him the time of his life. Lionclaw, having not mated in a while, decided to go for it. They told him to close his eyes and wait.
Lionclaw moaned and his eyes snapped open when a tongue pushed its way into his muzzle, touching his own. He saw that it was Furystrike, smiling to him with his eyes, and he kissed the warrior, openly, wetly, and softly. Lionclaw pushed his muzzle forward and met the kiss, craning his neck for a better angle to it, and let his own tongue rub against the one slipping into his maw so hotly. At the same time, he could feel Sootwhisker's muzzle and one of his paws caressing his side and flank, touching his body and making his muscles tense up under the touch, while the young warrior explored his lover's muscular body. Lionclaw purred and adjusted his hind legs minutely, for better balance, as he kept on kissing the other warrior, keeping their tongues in a constant battle for the control of the kiss. For the moment, he was winning, but also meant getting a mawful of the other warrior's saliva, as the fight carried on, inconclusive. Lionclaw's eyes were concentrated on those of the warrior in front of him, how bright they were, intelligent and warm, and just how nice those lips felt over his own, exploring and touching and doing unexpected things...a joy reserved only for having sex with someone new. The taste and the scent mixed into a rare combination inside his muzzle, and added to the arousing sensations that kept coursing through Lionclaw's body, making sure that his proud, large cock remained fully hard and throbbing.
Sootwhisker continued to run his paws over the warrior's side, moving slowly along his body until he reached the tail that highlighted Lionclaw's powerful legs that formed the basis for a very thickly muscled, broad rear. In simple terms, the perfect ass, now right in front of the other warriors eyes. It's bulky yet finely crafted curve, the base of his tail and the huge cock bobbing under Lionclaw's belly were all exceedingly attractive. It made Sootwhisker's mouth water, and his own cock was already fully hard and prodding his belly with each step he took, which was hardly a nuisance when he was so aroused, and the stimulation was very welcome. His ears flicked along to the slick sounds of his companion Furystrike making out with Lionclaw, prompting the warrior to purr, and grin to himself, as he witnessed his mate's conquest of the fine warrior. Sootwhisker began to lick and muzzle Lionclaw's hip, rubbing him all over his fine, ripped body, to make both of them feel good, and let the passion naturally grow amongst the three of them. Lionclaw was already rumbling loudly, and gave an addition to the series of huffs and purrs that already filled the air.
Lionclaw felt heavenly with the two warriors working over his body, one melded into his lips, the other touching his body. Being with him with their scents and voices as well, caressing all of his senses and allowing the great male to relax, slowly, into the actions that were both familiar and all very new to him. The two warriors were clearly masters of this kind of love, and needed little encouragement to do everything that Lionclaw wanted them to do. Furystrike was suckling on Lionclaw's tongue, making it tingle, and copious slobber was exchanged between their muzzles as the kiss continued, running back and forth between their panting maws. Lionclaw's head swam with the pleasure, and his cock was hard as a rock and felt like he might burst his cum down to the packed earth and waste his seed even before he got to do anything further to bring forth such a reaction from his swollen loins. Kissing someone so strong added an extra thrill to it; he had to confess to himself, letting the thought pass through his pleasure-addled mind.
The next thing that was a more defined sensation for him was the feeling of firm paws over his rump, that being Sootwhisker's paws, now resting on each side of his ass, right by his tailhole. Lionclaw's tail slipped from side to side, batting against the male who had sat down behind him, and now stared at the perfect ass that filled his consciousness for the moment. The lusty curves, the smooth-furred taint, huge balls, and whatever he could see of the hole nestled between the firm rump cheeks beckoned for the dirty-minded warrior, who licked his lips and began to fondle the inviting ass, skipping any dainty strokes and instead went for heavy, firm squeezes.
Lionclaw threw his head back in surprise, for a moment he only saw the stony ceiling of the cave, before a paw landed on his neck and pulled him back to the kiss. Furystrike's tongue invaded his muzzle and wiped away any shocks that might be left, expect those of erotic kind, going through his spine on warm erotic bursts of lightning, coming whenever Sootwhisker gave another firm fondle across the pliant, hot flesh of Lionclaw's ass. The muscled warrior could only rumble his approval upon the rough treatment. It was a different thing to have a she-cat paw and claw and bite on you sensually, but when it was another large male doing it, when there was weight and firmness behind the act...it was simply incomparable for the warrior, whose mind was filled with erotic thoughts, as he succumbed to his lust and temptation, openly, and without regret. He could take it easily, his muscles did not ache even after the roughest gropes over his flesh, rather, it made him push his rump back against the welcoming paws, and that brought them down again, heavily. Furystrike kept pushing his tongue into Lionclaw's warm maw in an erratic rhythm, keeping up a movement between them; much like his mate was doing on the other end of the warrior, torturing his flesh erotically, with his paws, and soon, as Furystrike was to learn, when Lionclaw groaned into his maw, with his muzzle as well. Sootwhisker's mouth landed over Lionclaw's tailhole and licked the tight hole. The warrior rumbled, for the mouth caught his cock as well, causing it to throb wildly, from the pleasure. His balls were already aching with pent-up desire...they had been waiting for this opportunity.
Lionclaw moaned breathlessly into the kiss, and tried to stay still while that tongue licked all over his tailhole, catching him with lips and a maw intent on touching him all over, he soon noticed, when the pressure lessened and his tail was free again. This time he felt paws dig into his rump cheeks, momentarily, before the muscled halves were pulled apart and a muzzle was pressed between them, seeking the musky orifice normally hidden between them. Lionclaw grunted at the sensation of lips and a tongue sliding into his hole, it had been a while since he had teased a she-cat into touching his ass while they had sex, and it was about time that neglected part of him got some proper fun as well. It was not a shy tongue that ran up and down his ass crack, but a slick, harsh one, slobbering him with runny male saliva that quickly heated up his rear and his balls. The sudden heat, not to mention the prod of a tongue against his tight hole reminded Lionclaw of many pleasures that could be had by that part of his body, and the very thought was enough to make his ass clench down on upon itself, while the warrior imagined...remembered, how it felt to have something hard and thick slide inside there and begin to move...driving the very breath out of him with its intensity. Lionclaw knew that he wanted to fuck both of these males and fill their holes with his seed, and he also wanted their seed inside his own ass, as a mark of their companionship and unity...and he wanted to taste seed as well, not his own, that was a common pleasure, for he could easily roll over and taste himself, but...
The thought was easy to put into practice, as he pawed and Furystrike's side, and made the warrior step back, looking questioningly at the male he had been kissing for quite some time now.
Lionclaw smirked and looked down to the large, red, dripping piece of meat proudly displayed amidst the belly furs belonging to male, who was completely aroused and clearly in need of some relief, and what would be more fun for a horny male than to feel a hot tongue and lips over his cock...Lionclaw could not find many better alternatives. His maw fell open, and the look he gave to the other male was a questioning one, and it made Furystrike smile, roughly, and put a paw down on Lionclaw's neck.
"It's all yours, enjoy it. "
Lionclaw tilted his head down and simply breathed in the thick musk emanating from the warrior's cock. Lionclaw was amazed at its strength. Furystrike's cock wasn't quite like his own, but it was strong and it was big, and it was dripping precum all over the ground, even before he actually touched the red flesh at all. The first real contact was having it rub against his cheek when he leaned down to press his nose to Furystrike's cock. Lionclaw was breathing in the musk that surrounded Furystrike's cock and balls...letting all his sense become overloaded with pure masculinity, straight from the source. The seated warrior's paw rode over his neck, stroking into his shoulders and encouraging Lionclaw's explorations, with purrs and a gentle grip.
"Yes...yes, my...that is very good...ohh Sootwhisker...he is so good..."
"Hmmhp!" the other warrior replied, currently too busy lapping over Lionclaw's balls to return the conversation in any other way.
"Such a beautiful warrior..." Furystrike crooned, breathless with the tickle of furs over his shaft, soon to be followed by a tongue. He was not at all hesitant when its slick side ran over his thick cock.
Lionclaw tried his best to concentrate on giving a muzzlejob to his new lover, first by teasing the hard, dripping cock with his tongue, then planning to take it into his maw, but the fact that he had a another muzzle buried between his ass cheeks, teasing against his hole and his balls was a great distraction. He really had to divide his attention between the two sides, allowing his mind to wander between the two forms of teasing upon his erotically charged body, deep in the throes of a mating fury that the two males inflamed in him. Cock and ball musk lingered in his nose and over his tongue, making the proud warrior purr with delight, and lust for the hard bodies of these two males. He would not let this opportunity go to waste by not taking everything he could get, and that also involved slipping several huge, red, barbed, dripping cocks into his hungry muzzle.
It had been so long since he had sucked on a cock that wasn't his own, and to have a strange, foreign, completely new member buried in his maw was really an experience to behold. It was differently shaped to the one that now jumped between his own legs, this one tasted curiously, earthly, warm, and it was hot, and pulsed over his tongue, and let that slippery fluid flow over it, and into his maw. Lionclaw did not swallow, he wanted to let the taste grow and collect in his muzzle and make for an even better experience. , for once Furystrike gave the Lionclaw's head a gentle push to bury more of his cock into the inviting maw, spittle burst from the corners of his muzzle and staining his face. Lionclaw's ears flicked at the submissive feeling of soiling himself in such a manner, and it added more heat over his cheeks, just like the hot saliva did earlier.
"And with a taste for cock, Sootwhisker..." Furystrike murmured as he sat back and relaxed, stroking Lionclaw's fur encouragingly while the young, handsome warrior went down on his cock, purring continuously.
The cheeky warrior with a taste for some ass was content to reply the declaration through the warrior he was debauching with his tongue. Sootwhisker swiped his tongue in rapid circles around the firm, pink pucker that was throbbing under his moist tongue, causing the muscles to purse down upon themselves and making the hidden hole even tighter than before. The slick teasing caused little sparks of pleasure go through Lionclaw's hindquarters, starting from his asshole and spreading along the root of his cock, so that his stiff member throbbed and jumped, and further over his spine, so that the deepest, darkest reaches of his erotic, muddled mind were tickled by the very knowledge that someone was playing with his ass, the forbidden place on a male's body, and he was enjoying it immensely. Sootwhisker's paws were not resting either, for they kept on rubbing and fondling Lioclaw's rump, keeping the muscles constantly stimulated while Lionclaw's asshole was eaten out with gusto by the hotly murrring warrior plastered under his erratically swinging tail. Sootwhisker didn't mind the occasional swat, but did reward each of them with a tug over Lionclaw's balls, which always caused a deep rumble and a moan around the cock lodged in his muzzle, and that would make Furystrike moan as well, and buck his hips forward.
The sexually connected trio writhed and grunted and made the air ripple with heat and energy that coursed between them, signifying the relentless life force at play amongst the three males. Lionclaw was the key and the center; his pleasure fueled the others and kept them going, racing, touching, grunting, and flexing muscles.
Lionclaw had to time his breaths to the times when the cock in his maw wasn't sliding deeply into him, for Furystrike was rocking his hips at a quick rhythm, allowing his cock to slip in and out of the warm muzzle. He was being constantly caressed by the warrior's lips and tongue and heat, and it was no surprise that he was soon groaning, grunting, and baring his teeth, and Furystrike was sure he could feel claws on his neck, through his fur, where the warrior gripped upon him.
"Ahhh...yes...yes, I'll spill into your maw soon...yes...yes..."
Lionclaw pursed his lips as best as he could, to stroke more firmly over the flesh pistoning into his maw, and his tongue tickled the underside of the large, red flesh that was filling him nicely, becoming slightly numb in the process, when the barbs scraped over his flesh. Spit flowed down Lionclaw's cheeks, overflowing by now as the slippery cock made sloppy noises whenever it bottomed out inside his maw, and then pulled back, wetly. The pace only quickened, almost gagging Lionclaw, when the tip began to tickle the back of his throat on occasional especially deep thrusts into him.
"Yes...I don't think I can hold...yes...ahrrhrhrhrhrhrhrh...!"
Sootwhisker continued to lick and kiss over Lionclaw's asshole, even when he felt the warrior tense up for the moment of the truth, when Furystrike pushed his head down and held it there, just as his cock twitched one final time and burst a stream of cum straight into Lionclaw's hungry muzzle. The thick fluid splashed against the roof of Lionclaw's maw and instantly began to dribble down over his tongue, allowing him to taste the strong liquid as soon as it entered into him, filling him. Furystrike groaned and moaned magnificently, causing ears to flatten and furs to bristle, with the very volume and tone of his exclamation. His cock was balls deep inside the suckling maw and he kept bucking slowly even while shooting his load inside the warrior, muzzlefucking the male so that he was forced to swallow everything that was being squirted into him. Lionclaw drank eagerly from the tap of masculine essence drooling over his tongue and reminding him with every increasingly watery spurt on just how much he had missed doing this submissive sexual act. His own cock had lost none of its hardness, even when he almost gagged on the cum-spewing cock that filled him up. He tried to suck on the twitching member as hard as he could, to make Furystrike give more seed to the thirsty warrior in need of more musk inside his muzzle and his stomach, where the offering now pooled itself into an extra source of heat, deep within his body.
"Ahnhhh...you're perfect" Furystrike groaned once he was done, and his cock simply rested between Lionclaw's tired lips, which were still closed around him.
Furystrike stroked the warrior's neck as he slowly pulled himself out of his hot maw, and then rubbed his slick cock all over the Lionclaw's muzzle, smearing the remains of his load along his face, letting him know, by this musky mark, that he had been bred in the muzzle, and he had taken a strong warrior's offering. Lionclaw tried to remain still despite the buzzing sexual energy in his body, but he had no time to rest, Sootwhisker was still hard at work on his ass, teasing his asshole with his tongue and trying to push it inside the clenching muscular gate, to taste him from within. Lionclaw's face felt hot and wet and his ass was outright messy by now after so much drool had gone over it, but he hardly minded, despite being such a neat-minded creature...he could give concessions every now and then, and this was definitely one of the times, when a thick cock hung so close to his ass.
"You are wonderful," Furystrike declared and licked Lionclaw's lips, briefly, before he stood up.
Lionclaw, purring and grunting from the anal play that still tortured his body, watched how Furystrike stretched, luxuriously, took his time and walked a slow circle around them two, eyeing them and whispering an encouraging word to Sootwhisker's ear that Lionclaw couldn't hear, before he returned over and stood in front of Lionclaw...and slowly turned around. Lionclaw could only watch, breathlessly, how the warrior settled comfortably, and then lifted his tail, swinging it to the side.
"Come on,...you need me...I know you do..." Furystrike taunted, catching the warrior's eyes over his shoulder, head held up proudly.
Sootwhisker stopped his ministrations, as if by a cue, and sat back, letting his slippery tongue slip away from the slightly gaping hole that was Lionclaw's spit-smeared hole, which winked at the dirty-minded warrior upon the departure of the tongue that had been dwelling inside his hot asshole for quite some time now. Sootwhisker smacked his lips approvingly, tasting sweaty musk, and gave Lionclaw's rump a good-hearted slap.
"Go on,...he's all yours, and I can tell you that he's still as tight as a virgin...just go and take him" the warrior rumbled, roughly, panting with the exertion of the earlier sex.
Furystrike shook his rump from side to side and let his tail swing attractively, showing off its curve and how it led down to his fuzzy balls and the beautiful ass easily visible in the rich sunlight.
Lionclaw only spent a few seconds staring at the offering in front of him before he lunged forward, like the alpha male that he was, and mounted the warrior with a springy leap. The sudden landing pushed air out of their lungs, and Furystrike's body tensed, he suddenly had to carry a lot more upon himself, now that the warrior was upon his back, close, covering him, for he was still so much bigger, even if Furystrike had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to his own size...
"Fuck him raw!" Sootwhisker grunted, harshly, from somewhere beyond the hazy wall of pleasure closing around Lionclaw's consciousness.
Lionclaw hunched his hips forward and caught Furystrike's scruff between his teeth, and pulled on it, hard. His paws clutched to the heavy male's sides, holding him firmly, while his hips rocked forward, humping his slick, straining cock against the warrior's hole, seeking entry into the hot body below him. He could feel the tense muscles, he heard the terse breaths and the grunts, and he felt a tail tickle against his own thighs and knees, while the cat underneath him struggled to accommodate such a strong male upon him.
The warrior's natural instincts kicked in without a hitch. He tugged harshly onto the subservient cat's neck, telling him who was the boss as he ruled over the lesser male's body with his own. His hips slammed down with force that made Furystrike's teeth clatter, between lustful moans from him upon feeling the male finally have him. Lionclaw bit down his own jaws and ground himself against the ass under his hips, trying to hit his mark naturally. He had a lot of practice in fucking as of late, and thus it did not take too much trouble to find the correct angle and slip his tip against the slight give that was Furystrike's tight hole. He remained there only for a second before Lionclaw growled, asserting his power over the trembling cat in a fleeting moment before he jammed himself inside this clenching, throbbing, dry, hot, tight hole.
The tight tunnel closed upon him instantly, squeezing and massaging all over Lionclaw's hard cock, buried to the hilt within moments of actually getting inside the other male, the first male he had fucked in a long time, and it was glorious. Lionclaw slobbered roughly over Furystrike's neck, wetting the furs completely with his saliva, rumbling even more loudly now. It resonated between their taut bodies. Furystrike's ass burned, Lionclaw's cock throbbed and dripped, and his body thrummed...he could not keep himself still for much more.
"Fuck me, fill me..." Furystrike hissed between his teeth, pushing back against Lionclaw's loins despite the sudden sensation of having such a huge cock inside his inner hole.
Lionclaw had been so careful during his last sessions with she-cats, that the opportunity to really go on a hot hole, no holding back, was not something he had to be coaxed into doing. The warrior started to thrust rapidly into the clenching, squeezing hole, ramming himself in and out at a rapid pace, not controlled by his mind, but by his lust. It dictated that he should fuck the male as hard as he could and fill him with his seed, to make sure that he would remember the experience of getting the opportunity to mate with him. Furystrike's claws scraped the ground, cutting trenches through the packed earth, as he tried to keep still upon the rough treatment of his ass. Their balls smacked together on every thrust, swinging wildly between their slick, sex-crazed bodies.
Sootwhisker watched the proceedings keenly for a few moments, his own lust growing to even greater proportions as he watched the two males fuck hard. His eyes followed the swing of Lionclaw's tail, and the clenching of his rump, as he drove himself into the groaning warrior. The sight gave Sootwhisker a thought, and he approached, close enough that he could catch Lionclaw's tail between his teeth, and give it a tug.
Lionclaw rumbled upon the sudden hold and tried to pull his tail away, but it only caused a further twinge of sensation upon him, not entirely pleasurable, until his tail was freed from Sootwhisker's slick jaws. Sootwhisker thrust his cock inside Lionclaw's hot hole.
Lionclaw let out an annoyed grunt; the sudden pressure was making it difficult for him to thrust now that he had the other warrior upon him, pawing over his sides and pushing his thighs over his own. His body rippled, muscles tensing to carry the weight that was so suddenly pushed upon him...but it could not be compared to the sensation of having his cock buried in the warrior below him, and the cock bried in his own hole.
Sootwhisker gripped more tightly to Lionclaw's sides and lined himself up, partially by instinct, partially by the sensation of his cock sliding along Lionclaw's slick hole. He pushed upwards, all the way until he touched that thickly muscled little hole below the rapidly swaying tail. The big warrior's little hole pulsed, and all movement ceased when the pointed tip touched it, and kissed his flesh.
"Ohh yes..."
Lionclaw couldn't keep out the snarl when the flesh pressed into him, without a pause, relentlessly driving that barbed shaft past his resisting pucker and into his hole, pushing into the tunnel beyond his clenching, steamy opening. It was hot, it hurt a little as unused muscles were stretched past their normal use, and it made his belly feel full, and something hot was definitely poking...yes...the good place that craved cocks inside his ass was definitely remembering what to do with the weighty presence filling out his rectum. His body churned around the intruding cock, trying to expel it the natural way, but failing, the firm body over his back was unmoving, and kept himself firmly buried into the hot ass, grunting appreciatively.
Furystrike was the first to move, he was at the bottom of the pile, and his rocking hips were required to encourage Lionclaw to resume his own thrusts into his receptive hole. Lionclaw, still a bit overwhelmed by the cock lodged in his ass, got the message, and began to hump forward, driving into the yielding heat with vigor he rarely felt, even with she-cats. It simply felt perfectly good, thrusting into such a hot little hole that kept gripping on him on different parts of his shaft, depending on how deeply he had entered into the tight hot asshole. His movements had the added effect of causing Sootwhiskers's cock to slide inside the Lionclaw's own constricting ass, effectively fucking Lionclaw's ass on the cock of the top warrior, as he made his own to and fro thrusts into Furystrikes's asshole. Lionclaw panted hotly, his body filling with sensation as he enjoyed both ends of the affair at the same time.
The rough bucking of hips and slap of balls and firm bodies grinding together became the norm as the three warriors enjoyed each other. Lionclaw kept pumping his hips at the usual breakneck pace fitting for a horny fucker, just like the warrior proudly knew himself to be, and he held nothing back while he pounded into the purring male. His own ass was beyond pain and now only felt full, and pleasured. Sootwhisker's thick cock ploughed into him rapidly, keeping the warrior's ass itching for more with every thrust in the love spot deep inside that tight tunnel. They fell into a rhythm of thrusts and counterthrusts, accentuated with rocking hips and twisting bodies, riding through the waves of pleasure filling their bodies to the brim.
Lionclaw had his eyes closed, fully concentrated upon simply feeling everything his body had to offer to him. Lionclaw purred and began to thrust more rapidly, urgently. Lionclaw fucked the warrior underneath him with extra urgency. His blood was boiling and his poor balls mashed between their bodies, constantly pounded with similarly hefty pairs from either side. He was stroked from within and from around him, everywhere there was stimulation, musk and sensation, all aimed to bring the warriot the greatest amount of pleasure he could simply bear.
It could not last long, it was all too much in the end, when Lionclaw wasn't quite sure where his body ended and another began, and he could do nothing but throw his head back and groan out his pleasure, heard all across the territory, when the warrior went through a convulsive flash of heat, and his body gave up trying to hold back, his blood burned, his muscles ached, his rump ached...everything was on fire, and now the flames burst out of him, accompanied by the loud, echoing sound. His cum filled the ass he had been pounding only moments before, now his hips were still, only idly rocking while he spilled into the warrior below him, much to their mutual moaning delight. Lionclaw's tailhole clenched rhythmically, milking Sootwhisker's own straining shaft and making it twitch and throb in the confines of the warrior's hole that soon had a slick coating of its own, when the warrior grunted and gripped tightly upon Lionclaw, as he came with a moan of ecstasy, his cum pouring into Lionclaw's hole.
They all dismounted and lay on the ground, each basking in his own mutual afterglow.