From this point forward, I'm posting some stories I created on other Lemons accounts that I decided to leave. I'm going to try and be active on this story!

Kestrelflight x Nightcloud: love, and lust. kestrelflight is in love with nightcloud, and nightcloud has a mixture of feelings and lust for him.


The crisp waft of morning chill brushed over his pelt, making him shudder and huddle deeper into his moss lined nest. Birdsong wasn't even audible at the moment; and yet, the pawsteps of an approaching cat made him stir and raise his head. A yawn passed his maw before he rose to his paws. Not even Dawn, and he was called to duty.

Nonetheless, Kestrelflight was a kindly cat. So he found it hard to ever turn down a cat in need. Upon closer inspection, he could see the wiry, and lean body of a black pelted she-cat. Her eyes were lit a bright amber, as bright as the rising sun. His chest squeezed nervously as he moved to dip his head in greeting. "Nightcloud," he murmured softly.

She offered a smile, though it looked worn around the edges and tired. He blinked in concern. Maybe from mutual friendship; or rather his deeper routed attraction that he'd developed with her a while back. He'd always felt this way, even when he was growing as an apprentice. But he'd never voiced it. Medicine Cats weren't supposed to have a Mate - let alone feelings for another cat.

"Whats wrong?" he asked carefully as she let out a long sigh and sat down, drawing himself forward to sit eloquently in front of the she-cat. "You look worse for wear. Have you and Crowfeather been in another fight...?"

She flattened her ears and cleared her throat. She never was one for sharing lots of information about herself, and her Mate, with just anyone. But he wasn't just anyone, he was a friend. After a moments hesitation she gave a halfhearted nod. "Yeah."

"Ever since he's gotten back from the Journey to the Mountains, him and Breezepaw have been... even more distant than ever," she confessed with a shake of her head. The pain twisted on her face made his heart wrench. Continuing, she added, "Yesterday he scolded him for a simple task he'd done wrong... and I yelled at him for it. It's like he doesn't even want to act like a Father."

He blinked in sympathy, hesitance linger in his movements before he reluctantly brushed her shoulder with the tip of his tail. She smiled ever so faintly, a flash of the old she-cat she had been before all of this dancing upon her maw.

But it faded quickly as she cleared her throat. "Uhm - anyways. We got into a big fight yesterday and I've had trouble sleeping all night. It's a bit before Dawn will break, and I was wondering if I could take some Poppy Seeds to help me sleep. So that I'm more awake for Patrols."

He nodded in understanding, getting up and walking away awkwardly as he shuffled around in his storage. It didn't take him long to find the tiny black seeds. Gingerly picking up the leaf they were assorted on, he brought it out and set them down in front of her. "Take only a few," he responded with a kind smile. "It'll help you sleep, but it won't keep you asleep for half the day."

"Thank you so much, Kestrelflight," she breathed in relief, bending down to take a couple of seeds and eating them. He watched as she dipped her head respectfully towards him, before turning towards the den entrance.

His heart fluttered when she turned to brush his cheek with the tip of her tail, eyes glimmering warmly. Was he just imagining something, or was that a glimmer of something else...? Shaking the thought out of his head as she disappeared from sight, he turned back to his nest and curled up. His body warm with emotions, he let his dreams carry him into a frenzied fever.

About a moon had passed since their interactions, and already he was missing their conversations; even if he couldn't pursue her in the way he wanted. He paced forward and bent down, clipping the stem of some horsetail from the underbrush - but making sure to leave enough for the next harvest.

A rabbit darted past him with ferocious speed. He'd probably disturbed a burrow while he was collecting some Horsetail. No matter; he wasn't particularly fond of hunting anyways. He turned to travel back to WindClan's Camp. However a shrill cry, abruptly cut off, caught his attention and made him turn in surprise. Curiously, he padded towards its source. Peaking through the wiry shrubbery, he spotted a glossy black pelt standing over the limb body of the rabbit.

The fresh scent of blood made his stomach growl; but that wasn't the only scent that caught his attention. His body tingled instantly as Nightcloud picked up her head and examined her new companion with interest. His face flashed with heat as he took a step back and dipped his head. "A-ah, Good catch," he stuttered.

She flashed him a warm smile, turning to bury her catch before it attracted any prey stealers. He couldn't help but steel a look as she turned her back to him, eyes wandering over her curvatures and tantalizing physique. Curse his stupid vows to StarClan.

He averted his gaze quickly as she turned back to him, and cleared her throat. The horsetail, which had been placed at his paws, brushed against his fur, temporarily distracting him from his otherwise sinful thoughts.

"Hello, Kestrelfight? Earth to Kestrelflight...? Are you paying attention to me?" Nightcloud laughed in amusement, calling his attention back. Her expression was somewhat guarded - but she looked much more relaxed than she usually did around others. In fact, she was leaning forward in and almost inviting /br /He cleared his throat and smiled nervously. "Sorry. My thoughts drifted a little bit," he said, not exactly lying. They had drifted, but to a place much less tame than their current conversation. "I guess I'm a bit hungry, after scavenging for herbs all day. The scents caught my attention."

Her expression changed, a smile curling across her face. Those bright, fiery amber eyes flashing with interest. He couldn't help but swallow nervously as she tentatively brought herself forward. She was within a whisker's width as she closed their distance. He could smell the rolling scent of sweet, thickly woven heat coming from her.

His member pulsed with arousal, a reaction he practically couldn't help, poking from it's sheath. He drew in a shaky breath, ears flicking back with his own nerves. He wasn't quite sure how to react, so he stuttered out, "W-what are you doing?"

His words were chased by empty, quiet nothingness. She remained there for a moment longer, regarding him carefully, before finally leaning forward so that her whiskers brushed his muzzle. The tickle made him shiver.

"I've been so lonely," she began. She drew away, her eyes lidded with a darker expression as she gave him a careful once over. Her eyes made him let out a whisper of a breath. He could already feel his member growing larger by the second; practically to its original size by now.

"Crowfeather hardly pays any attention to me. He's always pining after his own thoughts to pay me any attention..." she said, drawing off with a pained expression. "Always fighting with me for whatever reason. But you... your different, Kestrelflight."

"Nightcloud," he breathed nervously. For the first time since he'd stumbled across her, he took a daring step forward. He was greeted with a satisfied smile from the feline. When he spoke again, it was more of a low groan than an utter of words. "What are you saying, Nightcloud?"

She came forward with such speed it shocked him. Her paw brought up and placed itself against his chest, making him rock back on his hind legs in a sitting position. She let out a gasp - not startled, but please - at the sight of his erect member. Looking back up at him behind long lashes, she bent forward to lick the tip of it.

Kestrelflight groaned with pleasure, watching as she tentatively took his member and began to run her tongue all along its length. The feeling of pure ecstasy took over as her mouth closed around it. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked the girth, the low moaning coming from her throat nearly driving him over the edge.

He couldn't stop himself as he placed a paw behind her head, guiding her movements to make her sucking faster. His eyes closed as he let out a growling moan, his claws unsheathing ever so slightly to tighten their grip. He was rewarded with a gasping moan from Nightcloud, who began to pick up her pace with an intoxicating pace.

"Nightcloud," he hissed through clenched teeth, his hips beginning to buck as the feeling of pleasure began to build in his groin. He could already feel the orgasm swelling now, threatening to spill out inside her mouth.

However, a protesting cry rang from his throat as she pulled away, panting. His eyes opened to meet hers as she crouched below him, head tilted up as she smiled with delight. Her eyes were bright with passion - something she'd never expressed when she had been with Crowfeather.

"Why'd you stop?" he panted, both agitated by her actions and slightly nervous that he had done something wrong. Instead of answering him, instead she rose to her paws, only to rotate so that her haunches were placed directly in front of his face. He could barley contain his chaotic jumble of emotions as she crouched lowly, tail lifting to reveal the swollen pink of her core.

He groaned lowly as she shook her haunches tauntingly at him, lifting it higher into the air for presentation. He didn't need to be asked twice. Drawing forward, he mounted her with speed. Now was his turn.

Kestrelflight didn't enter right away. Rather, he let his member tease at her entrance with slow circular movements. He heard her gasp with pleasure as she moved in gyrating motions. His heart began to race as he bent forward to nip at the back of her neck, entering her slowly before pulling out and continuing his movements.

Nightcloud groaned out in ecstasy as she crouched below him, letting out a pitiful begging cry. "Kestrelflight," she ground out in a breathy gasp. "Please..."

He smirked lightly, continuing his teasing rotational motions. "What, Nightcloud?" he breathed. "What do you want...?"

"I want you," she gasped, thrusting her haunches up against him and wriggling impatiently. He smirked as she trembled beneath him, continuing and causing him to moan excitedly. "I want you to thrust your member into me, Kestrelflight. Please..."

He growled lowly, a laughing sound as he positioned himself in front of her core. Leaning forward, he whiskered next to her ear, "As you wish," before plunging himself into her warm core. He continued to thrust inside of her, grunting with pleasure. It was his first time ever experiencing this, and he wanted to savor every moment of it.

Thrusting quicker, he began to pick up his pace, inflicting moans and gasps from the she-cat under him. And then he would slow his pace, letting it draw out even longer. Each movement seemed to make her gasp, moaning louder and heart began to thump as he sped his pace up, disregarding any care for taking his time. He grunted with pleasure, biting at the scruff of her neck now as he pounded in and out of her. Her moans turned to cries of arousal. His movements rewarded as Nightcloud began to buck underneath him, meeting his thrusts with equal strength.

"Nightcloud," he moaned, thrusting faster and harder. He could feel the walls of her core pulsing around his member, encouraging his movements. The sweet smell of her juices threatened to overwhelm him as pleasure once again began to build inside of his groin.

He growled between her scruff fur, claws digging into the ground as he pounded harder and harder by the second. She gasped out his name as a thrust inside of her, feeling as if he was on the edge of the pleasure.

"Oh god, I think... I think I'm about to-" she was cut off by her gasping breaths as she wildly moved under him, quickening their paces and meeting him roughly. She felt so good around his member, her body moving and her moans growing with each thrust.

With a final thrust, they cried out in orgasm together. He could feel her dripping wetness between his legs; his seed mixing with her juice and spilling on the earth below. "Oh, StarClan," he panted out, letting go of her scruff and pulling out of her.

He backed up, sitting down as Nightcloud turned around and fell against the forest floor with a groan. "I haven't... felt that way in a long, long time," she whispered, looking up at him with a lust filled expression. "You were amazing, Kestrelflight."

He immediately felt guilt swam his chest. "What about Crowfeather? You have a Mate, Nightcloud. And I... I'm a Medicine Cat," he stuttered nervously. He could probably say for certain he loved her, with all of his heart. But she was a taken she-cat, and he had broken his vows with StarClan.

Her expression soured and she looked down, studying her paws with flattened ears. He frowned, drawing forward and sitting himself next to her. Hesitantly, he laid his tail over her shoulders and stole a glance. She didn't shrug away from him, so that was at least good.

"I know... but Crowfeather..." she trailed off, her voice desperate as she searched his own gaze.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze. Their relationship was wrong, in so many ways. He felt the bitter words sting his own heart before they left his mouth. "I don't think we can do this. Ever again, Nightcloud. It was wrong... and... I can't do this. I vowed my loyalty to StarClan."

When he met her amber eyes again, he was taken aback by her guarded expression. It was cold, and rigged; like the night she was named after. His blood chilled, making him shiver as she drew away from him and rose to her paws.

"Nightcloud," he said painfully. "I didn't mean to make you-"

"No, you're right Kestrelflight," she said, cutting him off with a tone mixed with anger and nonchalance. She fixed him with a glare, her eyes setting his heart ablaze with shock and hurt. "Just like everyone else. Just a disappointment in the end. I'm going to hunt some more. You'd better head back to camp - I won't be sticking around."

Before he could so much as reply, she was gone, setting off as a brisk pace across the moor. He let out a sigh of hurt, before turning around and picking up his disregarded horsetail. Picking it up, he began his slow trek back to camp, his expression guarded with guilt and sorrow.