The quarter moon was cresting highstones as Bluefur approached Fourtrees, opening her mouth to scent the cool night air. It was there. The scent she had been longing, the sweet scent she had learned to differentiate between other Riverclan cats. Oakheart was waiting for her. The long, unkept grass felt soft and cool against her paws as she quickly padded over to him, her heart beating faster as she approached. He flashed her a smile the moment he saw her, unflinching loyalty and love radiating off every inch of his face
"You've clearly been here a while." She mewed, twining her tail with his. "Honestly, did you get here at sundown? Its like you want to get caught."
"I felt the sooner I got here, the sooner I could see you. I was worried you decided not to come." He licked between her ears, fluffing the fur on the top of her head.
"Well, since its clear the lack of faith you have in me, perhaps I should go." She whispered, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Please don't."
She felt his fishy breath on her whiskers and she drunkenly drank the scent.
"You had to eat fish before coming here, didn't you? I'm going to reek of it for moons!"
"Hah! You love it and you know it. If you hated it so much, you wouldn't be moving closer to me!" He gave her cheek a long lick to prove his point. Bluefur snuggled even closer to him. She could feel his heart. It was racing like hers. She did love it. She loved his fish breath, his dark, reddish-brown coat, and his amber eyes that showered her with warmth and unconditional love. She loved his smile, his laugh, and how he could take her childish name calling and add it to his stride.
He was perfect.
But even as she licked his cheek back, and the pair began sharing tongues with one another, uncomfortable thoughts filled her head made her paws prickle. This was a huge betrayal to her clan. Oakheart was Riverclan. She was Thunderclan. Her destiny was to her clan was it not?
"If Starclan didn't want this to happen, they'd have stopped it by now." Bluefur thought. "This is my night. A rare one I get to spend with the Tom I love. This won't change my dedication to my clan, or my destiny."
Oakheart had taken to rasping his tongue down her neck in a steady rhythm and was rewarded with the occasional light moan from Bluefur's throat. He untwined his tail from hers and nipped at her scruff playfully. The speed of Bluefur's heart increased dramatically as she stopped her licking and gazed at him, a question in her blue eyes. Was it time?
"Roll over." He growled huskily. She obeyed, lying her back on the cool grass and fixing her gaze on the judgemental stars watching her from silverpelt. She decided to look at Oakheart instead. He crouched over her, resuming his work on her neck, smoothing it and staining it with the smell of fish. She licked his forehead when she could reach it, at the end of every rasp across her neck. She gave a low, throaty moan. Eventually, he went lower and she couldn't reach him anymore. She gazed at him as he descended lower, caressing every inch of her chest and stomach, making her fur shine silver in the little moonlight visible.
She gasped, quickly drawing in air as his tongue grazed her core. Her eyes snapped back to his. His eyes were sparkling with mischief as he continued drawing his tongue across her stomach, pretending he never did that.
"Can you… Please do that again?" Bluefur mewed, her voice just audible over his continued licking of her stomach.
"Do what again? I have no idea what you're talking about." His mouth cracked into a cheeky smile as he halted his licks and gazed lovingly at her. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. He wasn't going to get the satisfaction of hearing her beg.
He relented, his rough tongue rasping across her folds as she shivered and twitched in pleasure. He got into a rhythm, steadily rasping and occasionally circling her core. Her scent was driving him on, making him want to lap up her juices and get further inside her. Waves of pleasure hit her like a monster on the thunderpath as he stuck his tongue inside her core, causing her to moan his name, her eyes closed in bliss.
Bluefur was still recovering when Oakheart pulled away from her, licking his muzzle to taste the remnants of her juices. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw a reflection of her own lustful expression in his eyes, and he didn't even have to ask. She stood up, and got into a crouch, her tail raised.
He mounted her, gripping her scruff in his teeth and pulling them tight together. Bluefur took a deep breath. This was it.
"Is dis whad you wand Bluefur?" He asked, voice muffled by her scruff.
"Yes Oakheart. Please. Take me."
Oakheart's member slowly parted her folds as he slid inside her core. Bluefur gasped, her eyes growing wide as she felt her insides being filled by Oakhearts length. She struggled to get her breathing back under control as she was filled with unimaginable pleasure.
Oakheart paused when his full length was inside the she-cat allowing her to adjust. He released her scruff and instead took to nibbling an ear and whispering to her about how beautiful she was.
After a few minutes, Oakheart whispered huskily into her ear. "Ready?" Bluefur nodded, having trouble finding her voice.
Bluefur was once again pulled against his body as he gripped her scruff, pulling the two of them as close as possible. Bluefur could feel his heart racing on her back as he prepared to continue exploring her untouched depths.
He slowly pulled out, and she sighed, already missing the full feeling it gave her body. He pushed back inside, and got into a steady pace, thrusting into her body powerfully yet slowly. A squirt of pre fired from his member, adding his own lubricant to her already soaked passage.
She began bucking back in time with his thrusts, desperately urging him to get deeper. Her eyes rolled back from the pleasure, as she angled her head toward the sky and yowled in her victory. She moaned Oakheart's name for all of Starclan to hear.
Hearing Bluefur moan his name, his thrusts became faster and deeper. Oakheart was desperately pushing through her walls, trying to get as deep as possible and revelling in the feeling of her bucking back against him.
Oakheart growled and panted into her scruff as his crotch slapped against hers at an increasing pace. His reddish-brown pelt clashing with her blue-grey pelt as he thrusted hard and fast, the scent of their love filling the air.
Bluefur was beginning to feel exhausted, putting all her energy into bucking back against him and yowling her pleasure. She wailed as he hit the perfect spot, legs turning to jelly and making her almost faint on the spot. Oakheart readjusted his angle, thrusting inside her to hit that spot when he pushed in and grind against it with his barbs as he pulled out.
His thrusts became faster and without rhythm as both cats neared their climax. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and held his member deep inside her core. He released her scruff as both cats yowled their pleasure, minds lost to a pleasant haze. Oakhearts member was massaged and milked by her rippling walls. His member fired shot after shot of warm seed deep inside her, lining her walls white.
The pair rode out their climaxes before collapsing, unable to hold themselves up anymore. Bluefur began rolling in the ground in her euphoria, eyes rolled back and growling in pleasure as she felt his seed shift around from deep within her.
When she gradually came to her senses, Oakheart was looking at her humorously. He started licking her loins, scraping his tongue across her wet, matted fur between her thighs, cleaning and untangling the evidence of their love. Bluefur's eyes shifted to Silverpelt once more. The stars stared back, piecing her eyes in their disapproval. Her eyes flicked down to the Tom loyally cleaning her, willing to be closer with her. He was perfect. But as Bluefur sighed and relaxed she knew the truth.
"If I wish to be loyal to my clan and follow my destiny, will I have to give him up?"
He locked eyes with her and she could see the love and loyalty in his perfect amber eyes.
"Would I even be able to give him up?"
