Stemleaf X Spotfur
Includes: Oral.
Spotfur bounded through the forest, following the well trodden trails that she had learnt during her early apprenticeship. It was dark, and the sliver of moonlight did not allow much light for her to see, but she managed well enough skidding to a halt in a small clearing.
A moment later, another cat skidded into the clearing, nearly crashing into her. Spotfur exchanged a glance with Stemleaf.
"I win." She teased and Stemleaf purred.
"I must be getting slow in my old age." He joked. Spotfur snorted. He was only around six moons older than her. Yet, her whiskers twitched in amusement. This was a side of Stemleaf that few cats saw, as he often preferred to appear more calm and collected to his clanmates.
She nuzzled him, purring and he licked her shoulder. Spotfur felt her worries over clan life begin to fade away as he groomed her.
"Do you want kits?" Spotfur asked suddenly. Stemleaf stopped licking and looked at her in surprise, tongue still out. Spotfur's whiskers twitched at the sight of the normally composed tom looking so flustered.
"One day, I mean." She elaborated, taking pity on him. Stemleaf was silent for a moment, looking thoughtful. After a moment, he nodded.
"One day, yeah. When Bramblestar isn't on his ridiculous crusade anymore." He replied, sighing heavily. Spotfur's pelt prickled guiltily. They were meant to be having a night to forget about the troubles back in ThunderClan.
An idea struck her, and she lifted her tail high, flashing her core for him to see. His eyes fixated on it. Spotfur pressed close to him.
"Let's have some fun." She whispered. She pushed him to the ground so that he was laying on his back, and took his member in her mouth and sucked. Stemleaf moaned as his member grew hard.
"I thought we said no kits yet?" He asked breathlessly. Spotfur grinned up at him.
"That doesn't mean we can't still have fun." She replied, eyes dancing with mirth. She enveloped the member in her mouth, allowing her tongue to flick the end of it. Stemleaf let out another drawn out moan.
She rocked her head, and Stemleaf began to thrust, careful not to cause any damage with the barbs that decorated his member.
It was not long before he came, and cum squirted from his dick. Spotfur swallowed most of it, though some dribbled from the side of her mouth.
She turned around and raised her tail, waving her hips invitingly. She looked over her shoulder at him.
"Come and get me, mouse-heart!" She teased him. Stemleaf took no more convincing and mounted her, grasping her scruff. He pushed himself into her, slowly and gently. Spotfur braced herself, knowing that it would be painful in the beginning.
When Stemleaf's full, throbbing length was inside her, he paused.
"Are…are you sure about this, Spotfur?" He asked. She nodded. She had never been more sure about anything.
She grit her teeth as he began to thrust, taking as much care as he could to lessen her pain. Still the barbs raked her walls painfully.
It felt like forever, but the pain began to recede and pleasure took over and Spotfur bucked her hips back with a yowl.
"Oh yes, Stemleaf, harder!" She cried. He obliged, and his thrusting began to speed up. Their moans mixed together in a melody that split the silence of the night.
Spotfur was lost to the pleasure when Stemleaf suddenly pulled out and his juices splattered across the ground just as Spotfur's juices flowed, pouring from her pussy.
The two mates panted, exhausted and yet completely awake at the same time.
"We should go back to camp. Don't want Bramblestar asking questions." Stemleaf snorted. Spotfur nodded regretfully. She would not have minded if this night had never ended.
The two left the clearing, tails intertwined, bodies pressed together as they headed back to camp.