Author Notes: So, first request time. That's hype and all. Here's Nightmoon X Leafheart, requested by BravestarBDB. Hope you don't mind me making up random background characters as I go. *obligatory note for violence and potential triggering here, though I mean I doubt you care since you're reading lemons*
Leafheart's eyes began to flicker open, and she started to take in her new surroundings. A deep, dark, damp cave, with water dripping for stalactites being the only sound she could hear. She attempted to move, but found her legs bound with tendrils of ivy. She was stuck, legs tied to stalagmites and splayed, leaving not much of her to the imagination. How did I get here!? What's going on!? It suddenly flashed back to Leafheart exactly how she had ended up here.
One salty tear fell from Leafheart's jade eyes into the murky swamp below as she reflected yet again on the death of her mother. [It's not fair. Why did she have to die? Why couldn't Icesong save her?] She reflected back on the incident in sorrow. A raiding party from RiverClan had crossed the border and attacked the border patrol brutally until re-enforcements had arrived. Bluewing, Darkstorm, and Kestrelclaw all had been severely injured, but her mother, Patchflower, had been by far the worst off. After 3 hours of being in critical condition, her mother had passed away, in severe pain the whole time, despite their medicine cat Icesong's best efforts. Kestrelclaw was forced to move to the elder's den after his broken leg refused to heal properly, and Darkstorm still had a limp from the battle. [Next RiverClan cat's pelt I see is going to be lining my nest. I can't believe those bastards would do something like that, kill or almost kill 4 cats who were severely outmatched in terms of numbers. Mangy fleabags.]
A pawstep behind her startled Leafheart, and she quickly whirled around, to face the eyes of her father. "Nightmoon?! What do you want?!"
"I came to look for you. Your clanmates are worried, you know," Nightmoon replied, in an innocent tone.
"Since when do you care about me?" she sniped back, her grief, sorrow, and rage at her mother's death all beginning to show in an unstable cacophony of emotions.
"Maybe I just want to talk with my daughter," he meowed softly, bringing a more hopeful expression to Leafheart's face. Leafheart had always wanted her father to be there for her, but he always acted like she didn't exist, or like they weren't related. She never understood why her father always pushed her away, but had always hoped he would want her, someday. Now that her mother was gone, all she just wanted was someone to comfort her, to help these painful emotions to stop. Maybe her father could be that cat, at least once?
Leafheart, however, had her hopes shattered when she felt something hard impact her skull. She fell to the ground, and then unconscious to the sound of a arrogant snicker.
"Help!" she yowled, hoping anyone was close enough to hear her. Unfortunately for her, someone was.
"I'd tell you to shut up, but I mean, we're so deep in the tunnels that nobody will be able to hear you, so, scream to your heart's content, Leafkit," Nightmoon snarled, walking out from around the corner where he'd been waiting for her to awaken. The emotion in his eyes was plain to read and more terrifying to Leafheart than anything else. Pure, primal, uncontrollable lust practically oozed from Nightmoon's forest green eyes, and as he met Leafheart's eyes he smirked as she began to quake in fear.
"Please, dad, l-l-let me go..." she squeaked out, terror displayed vividly in her expression. Nightmoon just walked over to her, unsheathing his claws, and slashing her with a glancing blow across her face.
"You aren't my daughter, bitch. No child of mine would be acting like a little scared kit, or begging for mercy," he muttered coldly, as his gaze turned to her underbelly, and then her core. She wasn't a particularly impressive looker, he observed. Nothing bad, but say... Roseflight of ThunderClan, was a much prettier calico, even if capturing her would be a little harder. But then again, there was a certain pleasure to punishing this little bitch. She would always nag at him, trying to impress him with pathetic showings. "Oh, daddy, I caught a mouse today," or "Daddy, daddy, I beat Redpaw in training today." She never seemed to realize how annoying she was to him, and how little he wanted her around. He probably would have done this sooner, but Patchflower was always there to save her. They made a 'deal', that he would take any... frustrations out on her instead of Leafheart. She acted like this was a sacrifice, but they both knew she lusted for his huge cock inside of her more than anything else. It's not like Patchflower wasn't a more than worthy partner anyways. She did have such luscious hips, and such a tight core, plus she could give a blowjob like nobody else could. She was a calico, after all.
Nightmoon wasn't really sure what it was about calicos that did it for him, but ever since he was young and he first saw one, Patchflower's mother Sandflight, he'd had a crush on them ever since. Sandflight may have died long before he was able to get to have any fun with her, but he was still smitten with the mix of pelt colours. Something about the way those oranges, blacks, and whites meshed together just turned him on.
While she wasn't maybe the most attractive calico Nightmoon had seen, she was a virgin, which managed to turn him on even further, with the idea of being the one to take it.
In contrast to Nightmoon, Leafheart wasn't turned on at all. Terrified was a more accurate description of her feelings, and the bleeding claw scratch on her cheek wasn't helping anything.
"Now, my little bitch, we can do this two ways. You cooperate, and be a good little girl, and I can make sure you get some pleasure out of this too. Otherwise... let's just say you won't enjoy the alternative." Nightmoon's meow was just as cold as the look in his eyes, and it sent another shiver through Leafheart's spine.
"Please don't," she begged, struggling against her restraints futilely. Nightmoon merely shook his head disapprovingly.
"I'll give you one last chance. Cooperate, be a good little girl, and then I may even let you go after. If not.. well, I can always just keep you down here until you cooperate. Or, maybe I should just leave you here. I hear the floods happen a lot down here." Nightmoon's frosty tone sent more cold chills to Leafheart.
"Don't do this to me, please!" Nightmoon again shook his head, sighing audibly at her continued protests.
"I guess we'll be doing this the hard way," he muttered, sending another slice of his claws over Leafheart's left flank.
"Ah!" she screamed, flinching at the pain. The dark tom merely chuckled.
"That's just a taste of what I'm going to be doing to you. But you want to know what the worst part of it is, for you? You'll like it, little slut. You'll try to deny it, but you'll know, will always know, that you liked this."
"No..."
"Oh, yes." Nightmoon then moved towards her head. With one, quick movement, his position changed to being over top of her, with one other notable feature. His thick, erect member was lying directly on Leafheart's face. Her eyes widened as she took a look at the huge erection, and involuntarily her core became a little damp. Noooo! I don't like this! I just want it to stop!
"Now, open wide, and suck. I'll give you one chance to not make this hard on yourself." Leafheart's only response was to twist her face as far away from his engorged member as possible.
"Fine, bitch, you had your chance." With that said, Nightmoon sunk one of his claws directly into the young warrior's belly. She immediately yet out a yowl of pain, as Nightmoon promptly muffled it.
"Now, suck it. Bite me and I will shred you. Starting with that virgin core of yours." Out of options, and resolve, Leafheart did just that, tentatively touching the rock-hard member with her tongue, before rasping it along the soft flesh of it.
"You call that sucking, bitch?" he responded, sinking a single claw into one of her forelegs. Leafheart promptly improved her movements, pressing her tongue into his sac and sheathe as he pushed more of his cock into her open mouth. She began to suck on his balls, resisting the gag reflex his dick was triggering.
"There we go, that's more like it. That's a good little slut." He then forced his member even deeper, almost pushing his balls to her throat. A muffled whimper was heard in response to this act, but he ignored it, as he began thrusting into her throat.
Leafheart was in agony. Between the disgusting taste of her father's cock, her open, bleeding wounds, the mental scarring attribute of this whole act, and his barbs digging into her throat, everything just hurt. The worst thing was the heat beginning to emanate from her core, though. Somehow all this vomit-inducing torture was turning her on, and she hated herself for it.
With a twitch, Nightmoon silently came, sending jets of thick, warm, salty cum into Leafheart's mouth. As he pulled out of Leafheart's semen-filled mouth, she began to try and spit it out. Nightmoon dug another claw into her foreleg in response.
"Swallow." Reluctantly, Leafheart just did that, cringing as the salty fluid slid down her scratched mouth and throat, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She whimpered again, softly, just wanting this torture to end.
Meanwhile, Nightmoon's dark eyes flashed with amusement as he noticed the moisture around her womanhood.
"Hmm, looks like somebody is enjoying this. Aren't you just a little slutty, huh?" Leafheart quivered in response.
"N-no.. don't.."
"Don't do what? This?" he muttered, brushing a claw against her puffy lips, as he smirked to the sound of Leafheart gasping.
"Here. Let's just establish something, since you obviously haven't realized this yet, slut," Nightmoon growled forcefully, adding pressure to his claw, pushing it into her soft skin.
"I am in charge here, I make the rules, and you can do absolutely nothing aside from what you already did; refuse to make this easy on yourself."
Leafheart only whimpered as he crawled onto her, positioning his huge cock above her pussy. With a smile, he plunged down into her, easily shattering her barrier.
She screamed in agony, tears streaming down his face, as he paused. "Oh, did I hurt you a little?" With a chuckle, he thrusted the rest of his engorged length down, pushing the whole thing down into her tight core as his barbs pressed tightly into her walls, raking them. He sighed as he began to thrust deeply into her, pushing his entire cock back and forth into her, apathetic to Leafheart's cries for pity.
Slowly, however, Leafheart's pain was blossoming into something even worse; pleasure.
"A-ah..." she moaned softly, hating herself for every second her treacherous body enjoyed this.
"Heh. Knew you were a slut," Nightmoon muttered as he continued ramming himself into her, thrusting back and forth, the occasional moan from Leafheart piercing the air. He continued to smash into her pussy, feeling pressure begin to build up inside of his member as her walls clenched against him.
"Now, shall I cum inside of you? Hm, I suppose I can't have you getting pregnant if I decide to let you live. Then again, I could just keep you here. Maybe you'd have some nice little calico kits that would be even more willing to be my whores?"
"N-nnoo.. ahhh.. please d-ohhh... don't..." Leafheart mewed in response between moans. She could feel her own dreaded climax nearing, as her walls began to tighten even further around Nightmoon's thick member.
"Well here. I won't, and I'll untie you, if you do another round or two willingly. Then, I let you go, and you never speak of this. Ever. Otherwise, you could just be my little slut down here whenever I feel like it, and I never let you go. Your choice."
"O-okay, just don't.. ahhh.. cum inside of me.." Leafheart whimpered, desperate to be free of this, and not end up pregnant.
"Smart choice," Nightmoon muttered, as her walls clenched, releasing her cum onto his member. Pulling out as he felt his own climax coming, he sprayed a stream of sticky semen across Leafheart's underbelly. He then dipped his head down, swiping his tongue into her core for a taste of her.
"Hmm, not bad Leafkit, not bad. Tastes almost as good as your mom." Leafheart just glared in response. Nightmoon rolled his eyes, before rubbing his tail across her core, soaking up a little bit of Leafheart's juices. He then moved his tail in front of her mouth. Leafheart just stared at it in response.
"Open wide, unless you want more punishment."
"Fine, just get this over- mphht..." Leafheart was interrupted by Nightmoon's tail pushing into her mouth, rubbing her own juices onto her tongue. To her surprise, she found herself enjoying the sinful treat, despite her disgust.
Pulling back his tail, Nightmoon unsheathed his claws, slicing through the ivy tendrils like they were thin air. Leafheart slowly got up, her clawed foreleg a little unsteady.
"Just... make this quick..." she muttered sharply.
"Oh, please, the only reason you've done this much is deep down, you know you enjoy it. Now, hunting crouch." Shooting back a look of hatred, she knelt down, moving away her tail. Nightmoon moved up behind her, pressing his cock against her just above her wet lips. To his enjoyment, a small whimper came from the calico warrior. Hm, I wonder how tight her other hole is. The dark tom then shifted his hips upward, pressing himself against her tail-hole.
"W-wait, what are you- AAH!" Leafheart screamed in pain as her father thrusted into her tight tail-hole, pressing his length inside of it.
"Ah.. ahh.. st-stop it..." she squealed, as he began to hump against her. Slowly her pain once again transformed into pleasure, and her pleas for him to stop changed into moans, her body betraying her again.
"Heh, even a slut for anal, are you," Nightmoon mumbled between thrusts, as his tempo increased. Leafheart continued moaning, beginning to press back into him, thrusting her hips backwards in time with his movements. He could feel himself coming near the brink already through his daughter's frenzied movements. She began rolling her hips against his movements and Nightmoon finally lost any resolve he had, shooting a thick stream of warm, sticky cum into her ass. He pulled back out of her, as she sighed softly.
Nightmoon tilted his hips lower before pressing his member into Leafheart's awaiting pussy, as his seed began to drip out of Leafheart's tail-hole. Leafheart moaned audibly against the contact, as he thrusted into her.
"Ahhh... A-ahh!" she screamed, bliss filling her body as she felt her father's cock slide back and forth against her walls. It feels so good. Why does this feel so good, it's so wrong. A twinge of disgust filled her at the thought of it, but pleasure quickly overcame any other thoughts.
Nightmoon sighed contentedly at the screams of his daughter. She's not half bad, actually. Very tight, and what she lacks in skill she makes up in enthusiasm, despite how reluctant she might want to believe she is. The incestuous act honestly just served to turn him on, also.
"Make daddy proud and cum for me, daughter," he mewed softly into her ear, sending shudders through Leafheart's lithe form. She continued moaning as she began inexperiencedly rolling her hips against him, intensifying their pleasure.
"Yes slut, I called you daughter. You're finally good for something; fucking," he added, as an especially loud wail from her split the air. Leafheart came violently, limbs flailing in sheer pleasure as she almost collapsed.
"Here, I'll even give you a reward," he whispered again, a devious grin forming, as he felt his breaking point draw near. With one final, herculean thrust he came inside of Leafheart, filling her to the brim with his seed.
"Nooo..." she protested weakly, exhausted, as her forelegs gave out beneath her.
After a momentum, Nightmoon broke the silence. "You may go now. Speak of this with anyone, and you're back here, permanently. Of course, seeing how much you enjoyed it, that might not be a punishment. Perhaps you want to do it again sometime?"
"I hate you, you.. bastard," she muttered softly in reply, feeling cum spilling out of his core as he pulled out of her. He just smirked, as he walked away from her, feeling glee at the sounds of Leafheart's muffled sobbing behind him.
Author Notes: Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. My laptop died and I was unable to work on this, and by the time I got a replacement I'd forgotten about this completely. What should have taken like a week took months instead. I feel so bad...