Re: RP with FireBlaze!

[Duststar1349]

Greyfoot smirked with self-satisfaction when he felt her wobble underneath him. His own heart filled with warmth when he realized she was actually paying attention to him now, and purred. He placed his forepaw on the back of her head and pushed down, forcing her muzzle into the dirt while he gradually slowed his thrusts, keeping her on the brink of climax, but not pushing her over the edge.

[FireBlaze]

Unable to bring her tongue back into her mouth, she felt it get pressed into the dirt and get all dirty, dust quickly covering it. Her teeth closed against it lightly and a small trickle of blood leaked out, but she could only feel the pleasure that Greyfoot was providing her. She whined through the muzzler when he slowed, feeling her cum build up but not able to release.

[Duststar1349]

"What's the matter, slave?" Greyfoot asked with a smirk, slowing to a painfully slow level, holding them both on the very edge of a massive orgasm as he forced her into the dirt.

[FireBlaze]

In a attempt to compensate for his slowing, she bucked back wildly, but it was not enough. "Please!" she tried to whine through the muzzler, and she scraped her claws on one forepaw through the dirt in frustration.

[Duststar1349]

Deciding Firegaze had had enough, Greyfoot pulled himself conpletely out of her, his cock hovering within a whisker of her ass for a torturous moment.  Then, without warning, he slammed himself inside of her, going balls-deep and yowling out as he climaxed.

[FireBlaze]

She felt his warm seed spurt rope after rope into her asshole, and she squirmed at the feeling, finding it strange yet pleasurable. She yowled as loudly as she possibly could against the muzzler, and came out onto Greyfoot's dangling balls, and she had to slump to the side to stay on her paws.

[Duststar1349]

Greyfoot purred and dismounted her quickly, removing the muzzle from Firegaze.  Without wasting a moment, he freed her muzzle, only to command "Now, slave, clean your mess off my balls, but only your paws on my cock."

[FireBlaze]

Now having the ability to talk, she smiled at Greyfoot and rolled onto her side lazily. "I don't feel like it though..." she whined, batting his legs with her soft, fluffy paws in complaint.

[Duststar1349]

Greyfoot chuckled. "Fine, then I'll just have to use you as a cum rag. Would you prefer that?" He purred teasingly, stepping over her.

[FireBlaze]

She looked up at him, pretending to be fearful. "Please, master, anything but that! I don't want my pretty, clean fur to be stained."

[Duststar1349]

"You should have thought of that before you came all over my balls, slut." Purring, he crouched over her and rubbed her juices into her fur, sitting back expectantly to wait for her to groom herself.

[FireBlaze]

She squeaked indignantly as he drug his sac all over her, and when he finally sat back she sat up to look at herself. Looking at Greyfoot with an evil smirk, she stood up and turned for the entrance of the den. "I think I'll just take a stroll through camp and see what everyone thinks of your handiwork. That alright with you?" She said as she showed off her cum filled fur to the tom.

[Duststar1349]

"Doesn't matter to me." Greyfoot shrugged, purring loudly and returning her evil smirk. "Just be back here so I can watch you clean yourself when you're done."

[FireBlaze]

She frowned at his lack of worry and sighed, frustrated she hadn't turned the tables with that one. She silently made her way back to her mate and laid down before him, grooming her fur with long strokes of her tongue so he could clearly hear her lapping away at her fur as she licked at the mess he had made on her.

[Duststar1349]

"As far as they knew, it was Mottledfinch's." Greyfoot explained, suddenly feeling bad for not indulging her fantasy. "But wait, my scent..." After thinking, he worried. "Slave, you'll have to be punished if you let them scent my cum on your fur." He warned with a gentle growl.

[FireBlaze]

He felt her excitement return twofold at his words. "Oh?" She got back up and bunched her hindlegs as though to make a dash for the exit. "Good thing I don't have to worry about you catching me. You know, you being a fat, lazy medicine-cat and all."

[Duststar1349]

Greyfoot growled and wriggled his hips, crouching and pouncing at the she-cat, but missing horribly. "You'll pay for that!" He growled, biting at her tail and getting it, but unable to stop her.

[FireBlaze]

She smiled and hit him with her tail, laughing at his attack. "'We'll then, I'll just go to the fresh-kill pile. Hopefully no one will notice me on the way." And that she did, untangling her tail from his teeth and walking calmly out the den, heading straight for the pile of fresh-kill.

[Duststar1349]

Flamekit bumbled out of the nursery towards the pile, spotting Firegaze on his way out.

Greyfoot pinned his ears back, watching from the entrance of his den to avoid arousing suspicion.

[FireBlaze]

She stropped when she saw the kit, not actually foreseeing a meeting with a cat. Had it been an older cat, she'd have turned around, but what could a kit possibly know? Determinedly, she strode towards the pile, meeting the kit there. "Hello there, Flamekit. What are you up to?"

[Duststar1349]

"Just getting a mouse for mommy and me to share." Flamekit mewed excitedly. He butted his head against her forepaw affectionately. "Thank you for saving us."

[FireBlaze]

She stopped and stared at the kit, surprised. He had probably been the most welcoming cat in the clan, besides her two mates. "Of course. Everyone in this clan will always protect you." She laughed as he headbutted her and lifted the paw, petting him on the head softly.

[Duststar1349]

Flamekit purred when she touched his head, vibrating his whole body with the effort, and pressed his muzzle into her fur to get a good whiff of her scent, only to detect Greyfoot's cum. "What's that other smell?" He asked, wrinkling his nose

[FireBlaze]

She was brought back to reality and smiled. "Oh, Greyfoot just had to put some liquid on my fur. No big deal."

[Duststar1349]

"Oh, ok!" Flamekit smiled ignorantly, his respect for both Firegaze and Greyfoot leading him not to question her. "Want something from the fresh-kill pile?" He asked, setting aside a mouse.

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