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Jayfeather x Hollyleaf : lust. jayfeather is angry with hollyleaf for pretending she was dead, but she tempts him with an offer.
He let his paws work with expert motions in the herbs before him. The scent of them made his blind blue eyes sting with the intensity, but he blinked it away and continued with his work. All the while a nagging thought hovered in the back of his brain, picking itself insistently at him and eating him away.
Hollyleaf had come back.
And he was enraged. She'd shown up out of the blue, after many moons of not knowing, and expected she could waltz back into their lives? His ears flattened against his skull. He could just imagine her in the back of his mind, as if he weren't blind and could see her clear as day.
Jayfeather had desperately tried to save his sister when he thought she'd had to tunnel collapse on her. Lionblaze had dragged him out and insisted it wasn't worth it. But it was. He'd always cared for his siblings; the both of them, with a burning intensity. They'd been the only cats in his life to be there by his side. That is... until Hollyleaf did what she did. And, now here we are.
Listening to the breeze in the trees, listening to the silently lull of crickets beyond camp boundaries. The lilt drifted against his ears and swayed him into a distant train wreck of emotions and thoughts. That's also probably why he hadn't heard her when she made her way into the den...
"Jeayfeather...?" she asked in a small, quiet voice. It was urgent, yet not so demanding. She knew how to speak to him, she'd grown up with him, after all.
That didn't stop that heated remark that left his maw. "What, Hollyleaf? Here to lie some more?" the gray tabby tom snapped, swiveling around to fix her - or at least, where he had pinpointed the direction of her scent - with a hostile glare. He made sure to put as much loathing in it as possible.
And he heard her flinch and shuffle backwards. His heart twisted - but she'd twisted it before, so it made no difference. She had hurt him... so he had every right to 'hurt' her. He felt the slight tremor of nerves in her paws through the ground - possibly the scratching of her claws.
"I didn't... Jayfeather, I'm sorry for what I did..." she trailed off and swallowed rather loudly. Her voice was softer, less shaky this time as she said, "Please... let me... make it up to you? I would do anything. I feel horrible - wretched. I can't stand this wall in between us. We used to be so close..." her voice trailed away, left hanging hopefully in the tense air.
He felt electric feelings tingle in his paws - tickling his ears. And it remained moments after in his stomach with a sudden interested spark. Her words swam in his head and he couldn't help the smirk that played over his face. Anything? "What would you propose, Hollyleaf?" he asked with a jeering tone.
When she spoke, he felt the heat of her breath stir his whiskers. Could feel her warmth radiating in comforting pulses throughout the slightly new-leaf chill. "Why don't you follow me into the forest and find out...?" she murmured, voice low and tinted with a tone he couldn't quite put his paw on. It almost sounded... desprate.
A thrill shot through his spine.
"Lead the way," he said in a low, monotone voice. He didn't know what came over him - but it was as if a strong paw had suddenly clamped around his body. It moved on its own - acting by some unknown nature. And he had no idea what said nature was.
And lead she did. She let her tail lightly brush his nose, tickling it with its soft textures, as she drifted from the den and into the camp clearing. The fallen tree was still a little hard to navigate through, but he managed. However when he grunted at a twig pulling against his fur, he felt Hollyleaf's pelt press to his own.
"I can manage fine by myself," the tom snapped grumpily. Though he didn't protest when she refused to move; instead he let the warmth soak through his bones. Despite him still being upset with her... well, it felt almost... right.
There was a comfortable silence that settled over the two as they padded from camp to forest. He could hear the swell of crickets - he could taste the scent of newleaf. And he could definitely feel the grass springing up beneath his paws. And then, as they waded on through thick re-growing greenery, he could smell another scent.
It was much different than any scent he'd ever smelled before. Sweet, with just a hint of something sultry and alluring. It stirred something within his being. He could feel a sudden painful, yet intensely pleasant feeling pooling in the bottom of his stomach. It grew much more as they padded on, until finally he felt her pause. In turn, he stopped and went to face the direction she most likely was in.
"What was it that you wanted t-" he began his sentence with formality, but it was interrupted by his own shocked gasp.
He hadn't heard her move, and that was what had surprised him. But there was another surprise; they way her hot breath stirred a pleasurable feeling down by his groin. His body ached and trembled suddenly as he felt a tongue - her tongue - dart out to lick the fur by his member.
"Hush," he heard her practically groan out. And hush he did, for the only thing that mattered to him at that very moment was the feeling.
Screw sight. Just imagining her, licking a place he hadn't had yet use of in his life, sent a shockwave of intense feelings. His throat formed a groan and he couldn't hold it back. It escaped his mouth and he felt his body arche as she dared another lick.
"W-what're you...?" his voice trailed off. It sounded breathy and wispy to his own ears - surprised and urgent.
"Jayfeather, have you never...?" her question hung in the air like a sharp jab to the face.
Was this what he'd heard about, from all of the warriors? The thing they did - the thing medicine cats were forbidden to ever do? A soft giggle under him sounded in answer to his own unspoken answer.
"Mated?" he ground out. "No, no I haven't..."
He heard Hollyleaf gasp shakily. He heard her fur rustle as she stood to brush his muzzle with her own. "Your a virgin? How cute... I suppose I should help you out with that predicament then... seeing as I was such a bad girl before and all," he heard her whisper in his ear. It inflicted another groan from him.
"I could have guessed you were... but your just so handsome I assumed some she-cat had been lured by you. Its different to see this in you - an inexperienced side that you don't usually show. Tender, sweet..." he heard her trail off. Her voice was gentle, it even sounded laced with love. Everything suddenly began to ache for her.
"I... wan't you to be my first," he mumbled uneasily. Showing affection wasn't an easy thing for him - especially after getting over Half Moon. But he gave it a shot, his voice low and scarcely heard.
"What was that?" she asked teasingly.
He could feel the heat spread across his face as he flicked his ears back grumpily. Jayfeather refused to utter those words again - especially after they'd made him feel so... small. So vulnerable.
"That's okay, I was only being hard on you. Now then... I guess I'll start with something I know you'll love. Get you warmed up for the grand finale," she said excitedly. He heard her movement as she again dipped to the ground. What was she doing?
And suddenly it began obviously clear. he couldn't help a sharp gasp as her mouth wrapped around a part in his body - a part he hadn't realized was there until this very moment. Pleasure gripped him in hot, shuddering strokes of her mouth. She moved slow, painfully slow. Her slurping against his member was enough to drive him crazy.
It was almost too much for the first-time tom. The way she would take her mouth away, and tease the very tip of his member, before bending down to start the slow rhythm again. He was so used to the movements that he didn't expect her to pull away.
When she did he flinched at the cold air that brushed his member. A whine pulled from his throat and suddenly he could feel instinct take over. His body moved towards the scent of Hollyleaf. As he felt her pelt brush his chest he suddenly traced the sultry sweet scent's source and nosed her tail out of the way.
Satisfaction clutched him as he heard her gasp. "You like this?" he suddenly growled out with such a lustful voice. He had no idea where it came from, but it was automatically the voice he used. "Do you want more?"
"Y-yes, please," she moaned in response. He heard her move downwards, though her rear end remained by his muzzle. She must be performing a crouch of sorts. Suddenly he wished he could see her in such a state. It would have made up for the misgivings from earlier. But all of that was forgotten as his muzzle was drawn in by her scents.
He felt his nose brush a warm, slightly damp area. It felt soft and plush, and the smell was stronger than ever. It practically drove him mad. He nosed the area teasingly, each time earning a well pleasured gasp from his sister. "My, my. Must really like this..." he mumbled. "Perhaps I should try something else...?"
Without waiting for her to reply, he flicked his tongue out and began to slowly massage the now increasingly growing wet area. He felt her shudder as heat seemed to radiate from the area he was licking. Must be her core. He felt his member twitch at the thought - the thought of plunging his shaft into her uptight core.
A few more licks was all he could manage, before rising upwards and receiving a disappointed grunt from the cat below. But she wouldn't be disappointed for long. He smirked slightly and placed a paw suddenly on her back, pushing her body closer to the ground.
As if on instinct, he hovered over her and felt his member brush the delicate area. A testing push was all he needed to find her entrance, before it was granted access. And it was nothing like he had ever felt before. Not even when she was sucking him.
His body arched and he groaned as he repeated the action of pulling out and pushing back in. "Hollyleaf..." he ground out huskily, leaning down to nibble at the scruff of her neck. Again he plunged back in, his pace slow and adjusting. God, she was tight. It was so hard to get himself all the way in.
But finally he felt her walls began to adjust to his size. And Jayfeather began to pick up his pace. Her could hear her gasps as he began to thrust against her rump, not too hard but just enough to send volts through his body at the mere touch of their bodies connecting. Again he plunged in, feeling her core tremble against his member.
Her moans grew more intense, more needy, more insistent. Finally he heard her whisper, "More, Jayfeather. I need more - harder, please...!"
It was all he needed to hear. In the blink of an eye he was thrusting as hard as his body would allow, in and out. He could hear the slaps of their bodies together and smelled the sweet juices of his sister. Their bodies were pressed flush with one another. His teeth brushed along her pelt, inflicting more gasps, his tongue rasping against her ears and neck. StarClan this was amazing.
His pace had quickened in response to a sudden feeling building up from within him. He couldn't stop himself as his hips bucked on their own. And he could feel that Hollyleaf was responding; her own hips would buck to reach his midway. They were going faster and faster, and their moans and groans mixed with one another in lustful harmony.
Finally he felt himself reach his length. His member felt amazing as her body suddenly convulsed in the first orgasm. She shook beneath him as a loud and lengthy moan echoed from her maw, his name uttered in a agonizingly sultry shout. "Jayfeather!"
He felt himself crumble. The gray tabby came hard, his seed rushing into his sisters core and filling it to the brim. He didn't think, just did. His body shook as he let his orgasm ride out before collapsing from her body and rolling to his side. No words could describe how that had felt.
And apparently she felt the same as her heard her shakily roll onto her back and gasp gulps of air. His own chest was doing the same.
"StarClan, Jayfeather. Who knew you were so..." she mumbled tiredly and shuddered. He felt her body roll over. Her body pressed to his and he felt her drape a front leg over him, her head nuzzling into his neck fur. Jayfeather smirked playfully and suddenly rose to his paws.
This was the greatest advantage yet.
He bent his head towards her and flashed a smirked across his ecstasy lit expression. "I'm still angry with you, for leaving. But... if you keep this up, I may just forgive you," he murmured. With that the tom lightly brushed his muzzle against her ears before rising upwards and striding away at full gait. He didn't hear her follow.
But he knew his words had rang clear, for she had answered with the flaring scent of her heat meeting his nose. Again. They were going to mate again. Suddenly anger turned to excitement, hate turned to lust. He couldn't wait to enact that precious moment with his sister again.