A request for Guest! I didn't even know these two were related, so, this was pretty fun to work out.

Super short. Hope it's not too disappointing. This also contains a mention about underage sex. It's not really my thing, but it fit well, and I know it doesn't appeal to everyone, so, please proceed with caution!

Crookedstar x Silverstream

CONTAINS:

-M/F

-Father/Daughter Incest

-Mention of Underage Sex

-Anal


You still smell like that Thunderclanner," Crookedstar murmured as he worked his tongue through her silver fur. "You saw him again tonight."

"Maybe," Silverstream said. "Maybe not." Her back arched up into his tongue. A purr rumbled through her small frame.

It was dark in his den. Outside, the moon hung high in the sky, illuminating a vacant camp.

"I keep telling you he's nothing but trouble." He held a paw over her, smoothing down her ruffled fur. "He could just be using you."

"Please," she scoffed. "I can take care of myself. I'm not a 'paw anymore."

"I know," he sighed. He suddenly felt much older. Another whiff of the tom's scent drifted past him. "Has he taken you yet?"

She turned over, her glittering eyes speaking of her playfulness. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"There are other ways of finding out," Crookedstar warned as he began to slide a paw along her side. He felt the shiver that passed through her.

"I really don't know if I should say." Her eyes fluttered as his paw smoothed over her thigh to cup around her rump. She gasped as a single pawtoe began to prod at her.

"I bet he hasn't," Crookedstar murmured into her ear. "You've probably been teasing him, tugging him along on that line you've got held so taut." His toe traced around her lips. They flexed in response.

"Or maybe I spread my legs for him on the very first night." She lifted a leg to grant easier access as he applied more pressure.

"You've always been a bit of a slut," he agreed. With a jab, he slipped his pawtoe into her. A hot gasp welled up from her throat, cut off as Crookedstar brought his other paw around to hold her throat.

Her walls clenched hard around him as he worked his pawtoe in and out of her cunt. Whimpers reverberated through her, choked off by the harsh paw.

"You're still nice and tight," Crookedstar purred as he slipped in deeper.

"I didn't want to spoil myself for you, daddy," Silverstream moaned. She lifted her leg higher, turning her body with it so Crookedstat could lean over her.

"That's a good girl." He scraped a loving tongue against her neck, revelling in her shudders. With a bit of force, he managed to slip a second pawtoe into her.

Her hips rolled into his gentle rhythm. Wetness matted her cunt and spilled out onto his paw. With a deliberate tongue, he smoothed over her throat and down her chest.

His spiny tongue scraped over a pink nipple, sending another shock through Silverstream. A sick pleasure slithered down his spine, reaching towards his tomhood. Taking it harshly between his teeth, he suckled at the pink pressure point.

A gasp shuddered from her throat. Her body jolted up at the contact, her legs going stiff as whimpers rolled from her clenched teeth.

Crookedstar revelled in her noises as he moved on to another nipple. The scent of her cunt filled the small den, overlapping the putrid scent of ThunderClan. He breathed in deep, the scent sinking deep into his brain, spiking his libido.

He added a third pawtoe. The cunt stretched tight around the third intrusion. He didn't usually use more than two, but she knew what happened when she tried to play coy. They sunk in deep, tapping at her walls with a mastery that spoke of their many intimate nights.

Her noises were reduced to nothing more than garbled nonsense as her body was racked with jolts and shivers and moans. She strained against the hold on her neck pathetically, giving Crookedstar a perverse pleasure. She belonged to him.

A particularly violent shiver rode through her. Her walls flexed against his invading toes, she-cum spurted out around them. The musky fluid flowed freely from her cumming cunt. Its scent filled the room.

He continued to jab at her vulnerable spots as she rode of her orgasm. Once she was finished, he retracted them slowly. He traced the paw back up her belly to hold to her muzzle.

"You got me all dirty," he cooed as he pressed them to her lips. "You better clean me up."

She opened her panting maw, gratefully accepting his messy toes. A hasty tongue scraped them, dipping in between and over his pads, cleaning off her musk.

Satisfied, he pulled them back. He let his eyes rove over her upturned form, down to her twat, still red and wanting. Shifting himself down along her back, he let his unsheathed cock smack against it. A gasp startled from her.

"You're awfully pushy tonight," she purred, turning her head back against his chest to look up at him. "Couldn't be because you're jealous, could it?"

He slipped up against her lips, wetting his dick on her cunt. "I don't remember telling you you could talk." A growl slipped into his throat against his intentions.

A smile danced on his lips. He didn't have to say anything. "Don't worry, I'll always be your little girl." Her hips rocked with his, sliding along his sensitive flesh.

"I know that," he huffed. "I wouldn't let it be any other way." He pulled his hips back, tracing his cocktip along her cunt and over her entrance. She jutted when he dug it into her opening before pulling out.

"You're teasing me," she whined.

"Maybe a little." As he bent down to scrape along her neck, he caught another heavy whiff of ThunderClan. It sparked something in his chest. He adjusted his hold on her, slipping his hips even further down, trailing along her fur. She gasped when his hot prick pressed against her puckered hole.

"You have more than one hole he could've used," he purred as he pressed upward. Her body stiffened against his, her paws finding his for support as his hot cocktip pressed back her anal ring. "I need to be thorough."

Claws scrabbled against his forelegs as he slid in deeper. Tight walls hugged his cock, trying in vain to keep him out. He was too determined, though. Sinking himself further and further in, the heat pressing in on him.

"Still tight," he grunted. "Good. You know this is Daddy's hole."

She nodded, her eyes screwed shut. Teeth bit sharply into her lip.

"Say it." He brought a paw to her hip, guiding her along his cock. "Say that it's mine."

"It's yours," she whimpered, legs kicking. "I always try to keep it nice and tight for you."

"Good girl." He brought her ass to the base of his cock with a huff. The walls strained around the hard dick, flexing and pulsing. "You know this is Daddy's favorite hole."

She rocked against him, slipping out a little before pushing it back inside her. Moans breached her muzzle. Crookedstar bent his head to lap at her neck, scraping his spiny tongue against exposed skin.

"It's my favorite too," she murred.

"Oh, I'm sure it is. You always squeal so loud when I fill up your tiny rump." Crookedstar caught her paw when she tried to bring it to her clit. "If you're going to cum, it's going to be from my huge cock in your little asshole."

"Yes, Daddy." When he let her go, she didn't make a move again.

His paws held her hips as he slid in and out of her. Heated walls drew him in with every push, beckoning him deeper into his daughter's ass. He pushed his nose into her neck, drinking her scent in. It was close to his own, but much more like her mother's.

"How does your little girl's ass feel?" she breathed, her breath hitching with his deliberate thrusts.

"Like when I first took you," he huffed. "With your little legs splayed and your tail high." He rolled his hips up into hers. Wetness trickled from her cunt, adding the lubrication he needed to slide so effortlessly.

"I bet you think about that day a lot." Silverstream arched her back into his stomach. Her paws flicked at the air, as if it were her clit. "I was barely even a 'paw."

"It's hard not to." He jutted up into her, a moan echoing through the rose from the friction of their bodies, turning the air heavy. "Your cute, young cunt splayed out like that."

"I must have felt really good." Her breathing quickened. Noting it, Crookedstar moved a paw to one of her nipples, clenching it in between to strong toes. He puffed into her neck.

"You did. Like nothing I'd ever felt before." He worked over the hard nipple with nimble paws, satisfied with the sound she produced. They were egging him on, closer to his finish.

Some sign must have given it away. Silverstream twined her tail with his. "Are you going to cum?" she panted. "Are you going to cum thinking about my tiny kit cunt?"

"I am." His teeth sunk into the side of her scruff. "I'm going to fill up your little asshole. Do you want that?"

"Fuck, yes." Her tail tightened around his. "I want to feel it. Oh, fuck, cum in me. Cum in my ass. Your little girl's so close, Daddy."

Her moans pitched as he was now driving into her with force. Pressure built in his stomach. With a crescendo, Silverstream came. Her body spasmed against his, choked cries of pleasure pushing from her gaping maw.

Crookedstar's will broke down. His hips began to spear up into her tightening asshole, solely focused on his own release. A moan pushed from his mouth, soaked up by Silverstream's neck fur. He felt the walls strain around every harsh throb as he spilled into her ass, tightening in rhythm with his spurts.

"That's a good girl," he muffled out. "Milk Daddy's cock for all it's worth."

"It feels so hot," she whimpered. Her body squirmed, her hips jutting back in a pathetic attempt to push him deeper.

Crookedstar rocked up into her, grinding against her ass as he unloaded blasts of jizz. His balls pulled up tight to his base, spending all they could. The taste of blood touching his tastebuds made him loosen his grip on her neck.

Once he was spent, he unlatched himself and began to give the wound tender licks. It felt like his very soul had been sapped from his body.

Silverstream still squirmed against him, grinding against his crotch. "Done already?"

"Yeah," he puffed. "You know I can never last long with you." Slowly, he withdrew himself. Cold air batted against his exposed cock. The scent of his jizz spilled into the room as it began to ooze from her exposed hole.

"That was a big one," she purred as she sat up to inspect it as it flowed from her like lava. "You must have been really pent up."

"Something like that," he murmured. His eyelids were heavy with sleep, but he refused to let them close. He let his gaze drift over her form, taking in all of her curves. She truly was beautiful.

A thorn stung at his chest.

"Won't you reconsider finding someone from RiverClan? Any tom here would be happy to be your mate."

She made a face. "Everyone here is so stuffy and prideful. I'd rather be mates with a badger."

He swallowed his sigh. "Won't you at least tell me who he is?"

A smile curved her lips. "So you can tattle on him? No way."

His eyes grazed over her once more, settling on her stomach. He resisted the instinct to lay a paw on it. "I'm just worried."

Her features softened, losing the playful sharpness they held just a moment ago. "He's a good cat. He makes me happy. And," she smoothed a paw over her belly, a look of contentment falling over her, "he'll make them happy, too."

That would just have to be good enough. She was far too much like her mother. Crookedstar knew he would never be able to weed out any information she didn't already want to give.

Instead, he lay his paw next to hers. There was barely even a bump noticeable, but he felt like he could feel them moving underneath. Something tugged at his heart.

They had been lucky to notice it so early. Too late, and someone might have pieced it together. Crookedstar would have had to step down, maybe even be exiled. Silverstream would never have been able to live a normal life after conceiving her own father's kits.

It might have just been his imagination, but he thought he felt a kick.

"They're going to be beautiful. Just like you." His voice was little more than a whisper.


Who doesn't love some good ol' incest babies?