A Personal Bitch

The forest was particularly restless that night of leaf-fall season.

Brambleclaw had gone out to patrol late. He had been assigned to check the area near the WindClan border, since several warriors had picked up the scent of an unknown cat trespassing on their territory. Brambleclaw growled. He would not allow that.

Still, he wondered what kind of fool would dare cross into another clan’s territory so soon after the Great Journey. He missed his companions from that time, but at least he could see them during Gatherings. If someone was crossing the border just to hunt prey that wasn’t theirs, it made no sense.

The new territory they had settled in offered far more resources than the old one, and the imbalance between clans had lessened. Even so, whoever it was would have to deal with him.

As far as he was concerned, the amount of prey he could eat had not decreased.

“A-aaah…”

Brambleclaw’s ears twitched.

Was that… a moan? he wondered, eyes wide.

He fell silent, lowering his head and sharpening his hearing, alert to any nearby sound. He crouched and began to creep carefully through the grass. He tasted the air, and the scent grew stronger as he neared the WindClan border.

There was a warrior nearby.

And the scent was familiar.

Crowfeather.

Of course, if there was one fool who would cross a border under these circumstances, it would be him, or so Brambleclaw thought. He had not been the best companion during the journey, but if this was a misunderstanding, he would be patient and send him back to his territory.

The moans grew louder, and Brambleclaw tensed.

Was his former companion injured and had crossed the border seeking help?

Quickly, Brambleclaw tracked the source of the sound and pushed through several bushes. His nose traced the scent through the area, and when he heard a sharper moan, another voice followed.

“Don’t be so loud… someone might hear us…”

A soft she-cat’s voice, one that would make any cat purr just hearing it, was very close to the dark gray WindClan warrior.

A beautiful brown she-cat lay beneath his hind legs, her head moving up and down, her lips landing again and again on the last inches of Crowfeather’s cock.

Brambleclaw finally pushed his head out fully and saw the scene before him.

Crowfeather was sitting against a tree, his fur slightly ruffled, while Leafpool, ThunderClan’s medicine cat, sucked him with devotion. Her mouth moved steadily, pressing down to the base.

Crowfeather stuck out his tongue, panting, while Leafpool continued with an intensity that left Brambleclaw completely stunned. His mind went blank. To him, the medicine cat of his clan, his mate’s sister, would never have been capable of something like this.

And this was completely forbidden.

“L-Leafpool… take it all…”

“I… I already am…”

Crowfeather placed his paws on Leafpool’s head and pushed her down fully, panting hard as he began to release into her muzzle.

Leafpool squeezed her eyes shut. Her tongue worked the thick spurts into her mouth. It was clear how dedicated she was, taking it in, moving it, swallowing it little by little, letting it slide down her throat. It spilled from the corners of her lips as Crowfeather kept thrusting, using her beautiful muzzle, marking and dirtying it more and more.

Brambleclaw’s mouth fell open at the sight, his breathing growing heavier without fully understanding why. When he noticed the pressure between his hind legs, he froze completely, just as Crowfeather had moments before.

He was hard. He was witnessing what might be the most shocking scene of his life.

Leafpool began to moan louder. Brambleclaw’s gaze snapped back to her.

She pulled her mouth away from Crowfeather and panted. Her tongue slipped out, still marked, but she swallowed it down obediently.

Crowfeather flushed even more at the sight and rested a paw under her chin, stroking it gently, as if she already belonged to him.

“You’re mine…”

“C-Crowfeather…” the medicine cat mewed, her tail waving in the air as she purred, completely flushed, as if heat were pouring from her ears.

Brambleclaw swallowed.

Had he heard that right?

Leafpool… had a lover?

Wait, that couldn’t be true…

No… it didn’t make sense.

Brambleclaw stayed perfectly still, so silent his mind seemed to stop working for a moment.

Moans and wet kisses filled the air behind the tree until Brambleclaw came back to himself. He remembered Leafpool’s strange behavior over the past few days.

And when he looked again, he saw them locked together, devouring each other with desperate kisses.

Brambleclaw simply sat there, completely confused.

And kept watching as Crowfeather began to rub himself against the medicine cat’s belly again.

“This is wrong in every possible way…” was all Brambleclaw could think, while he watched the scene with his cock fully hard.

His mind was in complete chaos.

Should he tell Firestar right now? Or should he go speak with WindClan’s leader? Maybe he should step in and stop them…

It was two against one. Would they attack him if he tried to separate them?

Did he really have to stop them? They were doing something wrong, yes… but before he found out, they didn’t seem to be bothering anyone. Now it bothered him because it went against the warrior code…

But, by StarClan, it was obvious that Leafpool was enjoying it far too much.

Crowfeather’s cock slipped free completely, and Brambleclaw, hidden among the bushes, placed a paw over his own to cover it, panting nervously. He couldn’t stop himself from sliding his paw up and down along the full length of his barbed shaft, slowly stroking.

He would just watch a little longer. If they went too far… then he would step in.

Leafpool let out a louder moan when Crowfeather caught her neck between his lips and began to suck at it hungrily. His paws moved down to her haunches, spreading them apart and massaging them firmly.

“W-what are you doing?” Leafpool mewed, completely flushed.

Crowfeather brushed his lips along her whiskers before capturing her mouth in a kiss, not caring about the traces still left there.

“Can’t I admire every part of the beautiful body of the she-cat of my dreams?” he murmured against her lips.

“M-mroaaw…”

Leafpool’s cry was long and deep. She hadn’t expected it, but he had slipped a couple of fingers near her entrance, teasing slowly as she pressed herself closer against him.

Crowfeather leaned back against the tree. Soon, both his paws moved to her, touching her with precision. Leafpool rubbed against him, letting out shy little sounds.

Brambleclaw’s eyes, hidden between the leaves, were wide open. His claws nearly unsheathed, ready to burst into the scene, but he couldn’t stop touching himself. His cock throbbed intensely at the sight.

Leafpool was completely slick, her body responding eagerly. The soft fur around her contrasted with the warmth and sheen beneath.

His cock pulsed harder than it ever had, even compared to how he felt for Squirrelflight. Brambleclaw tried to stay as quiet as possible, letting out restrained breaths and muffled sounds. He didn’t understand what was happening to him… but seeing Leafpool like this drove him wild.

Leafpool was gently pushed onto the grass by Crowfeather, who rolled her onto her back. He positioned himself over her, brushing himself against her soaked body.

Quickly, Leafpool placed her paws against his chest and gave a small push.

“No… we shouldn’t…”

But Crowfeather silenced her with a deep kiss, pressing their lips together and devouring her mouth with urgency. Their tongues met and tangled, a shared moan escaping as they pressed closer.

He pushed into her, and Leafpool spread her hind legs, completely yielding, letting the warrior from another clan take her.

Her whole body burned, something Crowfeather could clearly feel. He ran his paws along her back, then her belly, until he finally took her hind legs, lifting them and pulling her closer, pushing deeper inside her.

He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit down possessively.

“C-Crowfeather…!!”

Leafpool’s moans grew louder as he drove deeper, her body tightening around him. Her eyes stayed shut, her reactions almost like it was her first time, though her body clung to him with need.

Crowfeather continued at her neck, leaving marks, while his movements grew stronger, pulling back almost completely before thrusting in again. Leafpool trembled beneath him, her shy sounds breaking as her body gave in completely to the pleasure he was giving her.

Brambleclaw, meanwhile, was just as heated, if not more. His cock was leaking, his strokes growing faster. If it were up to him, he would have rushed in and taken Leafpool right there. The urge burned through him.

Leafpool spread her legs even wider, and Crowfeather pushed fully into her in one motion. Then his paw came down against her haunch in a sharp slap that echoed.

Leafpool let out a soft, flustered sound.

“Y-you… you’re making… too much noise… aah…!”

“Your body’s the one doing that, sweetheart. Maybe I should be telling you that instead,” he replied with a crooked grin.

Leafpool flushed even deeper and pulled him into another desperate kiss.

Crowfeather kept pushing deep, their bodies moving together with increasing intensity. Even already joined so closely, both seemed desperate to be even closer.

What they felt for each other ran deep, though Leafpool’s emotions were even more intense. All those moons watching other warriors and apprentices sneak around, hearing whispers, tending to she-cats left sore after being with larger mates, it had built up inside her. She deserved this too, she deserved someone of her own, she deserved to feel loved.

Crowfeather noticed the tension and vulnerability in her expression. He gently licked her forehead. Leafpool opened her eyes shyly, a faint blush still there, a couple of tears slipping free.

“I’m here with you, love. And I always will be…” Crowfeather whispered as he pressed the last of himself into her.

She half-closed her eyes and let out a soft, trembling mewl.

“Please… stay… always…”

They caught each other’s lips again, leaving traces of saliva and semen between their tongues in a messy, passionate kiss.

Crowfeather’s cock drove in and out forcefully, striking Leafpool’s haunches again and again. His thrusts grew faster and deeper until the rhythm turned frantic. Both of them moaned intensely, the climax rushing closer.

Leafpool cried out louder now, almost out of control:

“Fill me… I want you to fill me, please… I need it… give me all your cum, Crowfeather… love… I need it…”

Crowfeather growled and began thrusting harder, burying himself to the base with every movement. Remnants from earlier were pushed out as Leafpool moaned shamelessly, letting her body become completely soaked in sweat and saliva.

Her body tightened around him, opening and closing as he moved. Every time he pushed all the way in, she squeezed, trying to keep him as deep as possible, though she also craved the rough friction when he pulled back.

Finally, Crowfeather swelled inside her and locked in place. Leafpool cried out loudly.

“L-love…!”

Crowfeather growled deeper and bit into her neck with more force. She let out a trembling moan, overwhelmed with pleasure as he began filling her with heavy spurts. She took everything, letting him give as much as he wanted.

Crowfeather pressed himself tightly against her, burying his face into her neck, breathing in her scent with desperate need. It only drove him further. Leafpool gave in completely, grinding against him with raw desire, which made him release even more intensely.

Her belly swelled slightly, and thick remnants began to spill from her, trailing down her haunches. At last, Crowfeather finished and pulled away, panting heavily.

He slipped out while Leafpool lay there in complete bliss, tongue out, eyes half-lidded, her fur completely disheveled. It was everything she had longed for over many moons.

Crowfeather forced himself to move aside and collapsed next to her, exhausted. Leafpool let out soft sounds as her body slowly relaxed.

They both took a moment to catch their breath… unaware that the real danger was only a few steps away, hidden beyond the bushes.

Brambleclaw had been holding back as much as he could… but he was on edge. His whole body was tense with need.

Leafpool was in heat, and even he had picked up her scent. Now everything made sense. He wanted her too. She was exhausted, still warm, her body open and craving more. If Crowfeather couldn’t give it to her… then he would.

“Love, are you out here?!”

Squirrelflight’s voice rang out just a few steps behind him.

Not only Brambleclaw heard it. Crowfeather and Leafpool froze as well.

“C-Crowfeather…” Leafpool whispered, turning her head nervously. But when she looked for him, he was already gone, fleeing and leaving her alone.

Brambleclaw watched as Leafpool remained there, completely shaken. Squirrelflight’s steps were getting closer.

Leafpool’s eyes were filled with fear. She couldn’t move, her hind legs still trembling.

Brambleclaw let out a low growl, his chest tight.

“Please…” Leafpool pleaded softly, meeting his eyes.

Brambleclaw clenched his jaw… and finally turned away.

Squirrelflight was right there, just beyond the bushes.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you all—”

She didn’t finish. Brambleclaw pushed into the bushes with her, pulling her close, his breath heavy.

Leafpool remained frozen, watching as only their tails were visible beyond the foliage, her sister now caught beneath the large tabby.

“B-Brambleclaw…? W-what’s wrong? O-oh… you’re… you’re really worked up… what happened…? A-aaah…!”

The sounds became unmistakable.

Leafpool’s ears lifted, her face burning as she realized what was happening.

“Come on… move,” Brambleclaw urged from within the bushes.

Squirrelflight shifted, responding instinctively. Though confused, his sudden intensity stirred something in her, and she followed along, becoming more responsive as he pushed her.

Leafpool, meanwhile, understood exactly who that command had truly been meant for. Slowly, shakily, she stood up, her body still weak, and began to limp away. Crowfeather had been rough.

Brambleclaw heard her leave, but he couldn’t stop now. That night, there was no rest until they returned to camp.

***

The next morning, things were not so easily settled.

Leafpool was in her den, sorting herbs. Her face was still deeply flushed, the color refusing to fade after what had happened the night before. Since returning to camp in the quiet hours, she had tried to clean herself and regain composure… but the tension remained, fear lingering that someone might have discovered her secret.

The fear of being discovered would not leave her alone.

Her gaze was fixed on her paws as she sorted herbs for the tenth time. She had not slept at all, and now even her own scent felt stronger than ever.

“This can’t be… it can’t be… what am I supposed to do now?” she kept repeating to herself, pacing back and forth, moving herbs without purpose.

Luckily, no one had come to her for help, not for aches or illness. But she didn’t have the energy to treat anyone anyway. The lack of sleep and the tension from the night before had left her in a strange state, her mind demanding a solution while her body begged for rest.

She was scared. Too scared.

“What have I done…?”

“…Hey… maybe you should just tell the truth, don’t you think?”

At the sudden voice, she turned, her eyes meeting a tired gaze.

Brambleclaw stood in front of her.

“Eh…?”

“…Hi.”

A brief silence followed. The deputy’s presence completely threw her off.

Acting on impulse, she lifted a paw and slammed it against his muzzle.

PAM.

“W-What…!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

Brambleclaw growled, startled.

Leafpool stared at him, eyes wide, body rigid.

Brambleclaw sat firmly in front of her and sighed.

“What are you doing…? Better yet, what did you do yesterday? Can you explain—”

He didn’t finish.

PAM.

Another slap.

And another.

“Enough! Alright, alright! I won’t ask, just stop acting like this!”

Brambleclaw had to struggle a bit to hold her back. Leafpool seemed to be acting on instinct, as if she wasn’t fully present.

Eventually, he managed to calm her enough.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to see you, but you know that wasn’t right.”

Leafpool stared at him, still in shock.

Brambleclaw sighed, dragging a paw over his face.

“Okay… sorry for spying, but listen, you can’t—”

“Eh?… Brambleclaw?”

“Eh?”

Leafpool’s expression shifted for a moment. She blinked, confused, glancing around… then focused on him again.

Her face went pale.

“By StarClan… you’re really here!”

“What the— Leafpool! Wait… wait, wait, wait… have you been in shock this whole time? You didn’t hear anything I said?”

“…Whaaaat…?”

“…”

Silence fell between them. Leafpool kept one paw slightly raised, ready to move. She was thinking of running.

But Brambleclaw’s tail rested over it, stopping her without meaning to.

“Listen… carefully. I… after what I saw between you and Crowfeather… I couldn’t sleep either. I came to find you because I thought you might have run off… luckily you’re still here.”

“B-Brambleclaw… wait… I… it’s not what you think…”

Leafpool trembled. Her whole body did. Her eyes filled with tears, more from fear than anything else.

Brambleclaw found it hard to believe that this frightened she-cat was the same composed medicine cat of the clan, the same one who had seemed completely different just hours before.

He let out a deep breath, trying to sort his thoughts.

He didn’t want to scare her… but he had to do something.

Though her vulnerable, lost look was not helping.

And the state he was still in only made it harder to stay calm.

“Brambleclaw… I…”

“Listen. I came to tell you something clearly, if you don’t have an explanation… I’ll have to speak with Firestar. Then it’ll be his decision what to do. Understood?”

Leafpool’s ears lifted as she placed her paws on Brambleclaw’s shoulders, looking at him intensely.

He let out a small sound of surprise at the sudden change, but in her eyes he saw determination… a she-cat willing to do anything.

“Don’t even think about telling anyone, especially not my father. And what were you doing spying on me in the first place?”

Brambleclaw narrowed his eyes and growled.

“There have been WindClan scents in our territory. Turns out it was your ‘little boyfriend’. And don’t try to change the subject.”

He held her gaze firmly.

Leafpool hesitated… and her eyes filled with tears again.

This time, clearly forced.

“Please… don’t tell him. I swear it was only once…”

“…Right.”

Brambleclaw didn’t move. His expression said everything.

“Please!”

But there was nothing more to hear.

He turned and started walking toward the exit.

He had spent the whole night trying to burn off the tension with Squirrelflight. He knew that if he stayed any longer… he would lose control again.

He was still worked up.

The memory of the previous night, the intensity, everything that had happened… it all made his body react again.

He clenched his teeth.

His back was turned to Leafpool when suddenly—

A tug on his tail made him stumble.

Brambleclaw unsheathed his claws, tense.

But then—

“Alright… I-I…” Leafpool murmured.

Brambleclaw ended up nose to nose with her, looking straight into her eyes. Leafpool was completely flushed, and the thick, sweet scent of her body was growing stronger in the air.

Brambleclaw swallowed. He tried to step back, but his body didn’t respond. His arousal stirred despite himself as Leafpool’s nose brushed softly against his.

He didn’t understand what she was trying to do until she finished:

“I… can help you… as a lover… the same way I did with Crowfeather. Just… don’t tell anyone, please.”

Brambleclaw fell silent, watching as Leafpool shifted her stance, deliberately exposing herself, her body already warm and flushed.

Heat rushed through the tabby’s body, making it even harder to think. Leafpool caught the scent coming from him, and when she lowered her gaze, she realized its source, flushing even deeper.

“B-Brambleclaw…?”

Her submissive tone only made things worse.

Brambleclaw let out a long breath, forcing down the darker thoughts flooding his mind. He had Squirrelflight… Firestar trusted him, had even seemed to approve of him being with his daughter. He couldn’t risk his place in the clan and everything he had built.

He couldn’t do it.

No… this is enough, he thought.

However, his actions said otherwise.

He placed his paw over Leafpool’s and pulled her toward him. The shift in weight made them both stumble. Brambleclaw quickly turned her around and pressed her against the den wall, holding her upright on her hind legs while trapping her between his strong forelegs.

Leafpool’s eyes widened, her face burning as warm, unsteady breaths escaped her when she felt the thick, heated fur of the tabby looming over her.

“I…”

Then she noticed him, his arousal slowly growing… until it was fully exposed. It was large, far bigger than Crowfeather’s, thick veins running along its length, something wild and powerful restrained within the body of an honorable warrior.

Now it pressed insistently against her, drawing a muffled sound from her throat.

“I don’t want you as a lover…” Brambleclaw growled, lowering his fangs close to Leafpool’s neck, making her tremble. His imposing figure towered over her.

“If I’m going to risk everything I have… then it’ll be for something actually worth it.”

He placed a paw against her side and brought his muzzle close to hers, his voice low, possessive.

“You’ll be mine.”

Silence filled the medicine cat’s den.

Brambleclaw held her gaze, his body tense, pressed close against her.

Leafpool barely managed a soft, uncertain sound, too nervous to do anything that might set him off… though she could tell that, beneath his intensity, there was no real cruelty.

But something was clearly driving him. And she understood why.

“Brambleclaw…”

Their noses brushed again. Her eyes softened, her cheeks still burning, her expression shy.

“Do you… like me too?”

His gaze hardened, filled with something raw, something he could no longer hide.

It was the look of someone who couldn’t stand the idea of the one he wanted being with someone else.

The look of someone unwilling to let go.

The look of someone who wanted control.

For a moment, it reminded Leafpool of the old stories, of a cat who once sought to dominate everything.

Brambleclaw had his father’s eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious…?” he muttered, his muzzle tightening slightly as his fangs brushed near hers.

“Of course I like you… I have for a long time.”

His presence pressed in closer, his intensity rising.

“I want you. I want you to be mine. If you’re going to break the code… then…”

He guided her down, firm but controlled, until she lay beneath him, flushed and breathless.

“…then it’ll be with me.”

He loomed over her, his body tense, his breathing heavy.

Leafpool couldn’t think clearly anymore. Her ears lowered as her body responded instinctively, her resistance fading under his overwhelming presence.

It was exactly the kind of intensity she had once imagined.

But… Crowfeather was hers. He cared for her, treated her like she mattered. She couldn’t lose that.

And yet…

“So you accept…?” Brambleclaw murmured, his voice low, testing.

Leafpool’s paws trembled as she rested them against his chest, her eyes glossy, her face deeply flushed.

“Yes… just this once… I have Crowfeather… please understand…”

Brambleclaw slowly ran his tongue over his muzzle. He held her firmly in place and pressed himself closer, testing her reaction.

Leafpool’s breath caught, her eyes closing, tension and anticipation mixing together.

“I’ll decide that,” Brambleclaw replied quietly.

He lowered his head, capturing her lips in a deep, controlling kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, slow at first, then more insistent, his breath warm as it mingled with hers.

At the same time, he moved closer, closing the distance between them.

Brambleclaw was burning with conflicting emotions. He had tried to release that tension earlier, he knew that, but deep down he had always found Leafpool more beautiful. He had never been able to be with her. He had watched her grow, and even then, she had always drawn his attention. He rarely dared to speak to her. Even when Squirrelpaw tried so hard to win him over, part of him had always been aware of Leafpool.

The one he had truly wanted from the beginning… was the one now beneath him.

The same one he had seen with another.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he pressed closer, his frustration bleeding through. Leafpool’s body reacted, a shiver running through her as she tried to hide just how strongly she responded.

Brambleclaw only knew one thing.

Despite everything, he was angry.

He wanted her. He needed her.

And now, he was going to take her.

A hot, heavy breath left Brambleclaw’s nose and brushed against Leafpool’s face. She let out a startled moan as her hind legs tensed, feeling him push deeper, pressing his body firmly against hers.

Their fur rubbed together intensely, their sweat mingling. Leafpool squeezed her eyes shut when Brambleclaw shifted her slightly to angle himself better. She tried to say something, but her words dissolved into broken moans until he finally caught them:

“I-it’s too much… too big…” Leafpool whimpered, trembling.

Brambleclaw let out a low, proud chuckle, pressing her further into the nest with his paws on her chest.

“Too big?” he scoffed, eyes gleaming with arrogance. “Then Crowfeather must feel like an apprentice to you. I’m the one your sister takes every night… and she never complains.”

He leaned closer, his voice rough and teasing:

“With how much that smug warrior’s had you, you should be more used to it… or is it that deep down you don’t really want all of me inside you?”

Leafpool gasped, flushed and overwhelmed. Brambleclaw watched her for a moment longer… and something in his gaze shifted. The arrogance softened slightly. He lowered his head, brushing his muzzle gently against hers with unexpected warmth.

“…But if it really hurts,” he murmured, voice quieter, softer, “tell me. I don’t want to hurt you, Leafpool.”

His earlier roughness made her shiver, frightened… yet her breaths only grew heavier. Her hind legs lifted more, opening further for him.

She couldn’t deny it. Deep down, she wanted him. She wanted him to take her the way he took her sister. She wanted all of him.

Crowfeather’s image flickered in her mind for a moment… but it vanished completely when Brambleclaw thrust deep. Her body jolted, and a choked moan escaped her as she felt him fully inside her at last.

She brought her paws to her muzzle, trying to stifle her sounds, but it was useless.

“M-mroaaaw… B-Brambleclaw… it’s… it’s too much…”

Her voice echoed through the den. Brambleclaw quickly placed a paw over her mouth to quiet her, but Leafpool soon ran her tongue along his pad, growing a bit playful despite herself.

She felt strange… intensely warm in every sense. Her body responded eagerly to everything he gave her. Though she was used to something smaller, Brambleclaw moved with surprising ease despite his size.

He began a slow but deep rhythm, moving in and out of her. Her slickness only fueled him further. His chest rose and fell heavily as he growled under his breath, trying to push deeper.

The strong scent of a warrior filled the air, heightening her sensitivity. Her voice grew sharper with each thrust, muffled against his chest.

“I-it hurts… p-please… go slower…”

Brambleclaw’s ears lifted as he looked down at her. He gave her cheek a gentle lick.

“Does it really hurt?”

“Yes…”

He paused for a moment… then pulled back slightly, easing some of himself out. Leafpool let out a soft sound mixed with relief, warm air escaping her mouth and nose.

She breathed more unevenly, trying to steady herself. Her hind legs still ached, but she couldn’t ignore how tight she felt compared to before.

“Does my sister really take all of you…?” Leafpool asked between breaths.

“Every night… at first it was messy… but I got carried away.”

“W-wait… what are you doing?”

Brambleclaw slowly withdrew from her, leaving a thin strand of mixed fluids stretching between them. A faint warmth lingered inside her, leaving her feeling oddly empty.

Leafpool flushed deeply at the sight of him outside her and tilted her head.

“Y-you… don’t want to continue…?”

Brambleclaw didn’t answer.

Instead, he lowered his head and brought his muzzle closer to her. He inhaled slowly, making her let out a nervous little laugh at the ticklish sensation. Then his tongue slid out, tracing a long, slow path along her.

“B-Brambleclaw!” she gasped, startled.

He placed his paws against her hips, holding her steady. With her on her back, it was easier to guide her. He leaned in closer and gently pressed his tongue against her, slowly working it inside.

His earlier aggression had softened, but his gaze remained sharp, focused on her. Carefully, he continued, his movements deliberate and controlled.

“W-wait, you don’t have to do that, I swear I’m already— B-Bramble… wai— oh, by StarClan… your tongue… StarClan… keep going… please…!”

Leafpool quickly understood what he was doing.

His tongue moved inside her, slow and thorough, brushing along every sensitive part. As he pressed closer, he began to purr deeply, the vibration sending waves through her.

Inside, his tongue moved steadily, exploring, while her body responded in kind, tightening and trembling.

“B-Brambleclaw… deeper…! Your tongue… it’s so— more, more…!”

Brambleclaw smiled in satisfaction and moved up carefully. He opened his jaws wider and licked with more precision, focusing on her inner walls. It was hard to breathe, all he could inhale was the warm, damp scent rising from Leafpool, but he couldn’t stop. He needed more.

The taste of her was intoxicating, salty, soft, with a faint herbal trace. Even with the lingering scent of another male, he didn’t care. The herbs she used only made it more overwhelming.

“All this effort down here…?” Brambleclaw murmured, pulling his tongue back for a moment and letting out a hot breath, leaving her completely soaked. “Mind if I go deeper?”

Leafpool’s hind legs tensed, burning, as she pressed his muzzle firmly against her, holding him there.

Her face was flushed with heat.

“Don’t stop… of course I want all of it!”

Brambleclaw smirked, his voice low and rough.

“You’re just as needy as your sister.”

“D-don’t call me that…!”

Her sounds of pleasure returned quickly.

Brambleclaw lowered himself again, parting her with more force. He wanted to devour her completely, to taste her until he couldn’t anymore. She tasted too good. He wanted everything, ignoring any trace of another. To him, it was intoxicating.

His own body pulsed with need, tension building as he forced himself to focus on her. He breathed heavily, wanting to take her again, but she kept him right where she wanted him. She wasn’t weak, those paws carried quiet strength beneath their usual grace.

With her warmth and taste overwhelming him, Brambleclaw gave in. His movements grew more intense, driven by instinct, losing himself completely.

He didn’t stop until he finally pulled back.

“M-mroaaaw!”

Brambleclaw exhaled sharply, barely holding himself together. He shifted forward, positioning himself above her, watching her with a sly look.

“Be a good girl… return the favor.”

Leafpool, deeply flushed, opened her mouth, her tongue slipping out as she took him in slowly, adjusting to his size.

Once she had, Brambleclaw didn’t hesitate. He pushed forward, making her gasp.

“M-mhmmm…!!”

Her lips closed tightly around him, and without pause, he began moving with urgency. Bracing himself, he breathed in the lingering scent of herbs in the den, though now it was mixed with something far heavier.

What caught him most was how well she responded.

Leafpool held nothing back. She moved with eagerness, her movements almost desperate. Despite the size, she adapted, her tongue working carefully while her paws moved instinctively.

Her face was bright red, but she didn’t stop, following his rhythm as if drawn into it completely.

The way she moved was natural, her lips and breath working together, small sounds escaping as she focused entirely on him.

Her effort only pushed him further. His breathing grew heavier, his control slipping as the tension built.

When he finally pulled back slightly, she leaned forward again, not wanting to lose contact.

“R-roar!”

Brambleclaw responded with a low sound and pushed forward again, unable to hold back anymore. His movements became stronger, more urgent, his body fully overtaken by the intensity of the moment.

Leafpool struggled to keep up, her breathing uneven as she reacted instinctively, her body responding without restraint.

The pressure kept building.

Brambleclaw growled and held her steady, his control finally breaking as he released, his whole body tensing.

Leafpool swallowed what she could, overwhelmed but not pulling away, her body reacting on instinct.

It didn’t stop immediately. The intensity lingered, forcing her to keep going, her breathing strained as she tried to keep up.

Her throat worked quickly, doing its best as she stayed with him, even as it became too much.

Finally, it ended in a heavy release, leaving her breathless and struggling to recover.

Brambleclaw let out a low, satisfied growl, still holding her close as the last of the tension left him.

Leafpool’s muzzle overflowed until Brambleclaw finally pulled back. He left the medicine cat’s mouth tired and dripping, used completely at his whim.

Leafpool panted hard, coughing out saliva and what she couldn’t swallow, forcing down the rest as best she could.

Brambleclaw rested a paw on her head, breathing heavily, his voice rough as he murmured:

“…Don’t think I’m done with you.”

Leafpool lifted her gaze, and Brambleclaw saw it instantly.

This she-cat… was far more shameless than she pretended.

Her expression held the raw hunger of a she-cat deep in heat, the most intense in the entire clan.

The rough edge returned immediately. Brambleclaw pushed her down again, but she rose with a low sound and settled onto all fours. He gave a firm nod and climbed over her, drawing a soft, heated sound from her, shy on the surface, but clearly not genuine. She wanted him to take her again.

Brambleclaw purred, his tongue slipping out as he bit down on her scruff to hold her still.

Without hesitation, he pushed fully into her in one motion, her body already yielding to him.

“O-oh, by StarClan… i-it’s even more than before…!”

Brambleclaw panted and pressed her more firmly to the ground. Leafpool moaned with her eyes shut as she felt the impact of his movements, his rhythm growing stronger.

He caught her tail with his and began thrusting hard.

Again and again, giving everything, growling as he drove deep and pulled back without resistance, feeling her body tightening around him as if trying to keep him there. But his strength overpowered it.

Brambleclaw exhaled sharply, losing some control in the confined space.

“H-hey…!”

But he shifted again, pressing her down once more.

They had moved deeper into the den, where space was tighter. The darkness made everything more intense, disorienting and consuming at the same time.

All he could hear were her sounds beneath him, her body pressed under his, fully taken by him.

The limited view only heightened everything.

He bit down again and moved faster, more forcefully, letting instinct take over. There was no need for restraint anymore, she was asking for more.

“Seems like you really need this every day… don’t you?”

“M-miaaau! D-don’t say that…!”

His pace intensified. Leafpool trembled, her body tightening, but her hips began to move in response, pressing back against him, asking for more with every motion.

That only drove Brambleclaw further.

He pushed her harder into the ground, his movements rougher, relentless. Each time he pulled back, her body was left slick and responsive, only to be filled again.

Leafpool clenched tightly, holding him inside for a moment.

She shut her eyes, breathing fast.

“B-Brambleclaw… I… I’m going to…!”

Brambleclaw answered with a heavy breath, shifting again as he lowered his head toward her.

And then he kissed her.

At first, their lips brushed hesitantly… but within seconds it turned into something desperate, consuming.

Their tongues met, tangled, the kiss turning intense as neither held back. They didn’t even manage a single word before both reached their peak at the same time.

Leafpool’s body tensed as she released, while Brambleclaw pulled her closer and followed, his whole body tightening as the tension broke.

The moment stretched, heavy and overwhelming, until both began to come down from it.

Leafpool’s strength gave out, her legs collapsing beneath her.

Brambleclaw fell over her, his body covering hers, heavy and warm, almost suffocating in its weight.

After a while, he finally pulled away slowly. Leafpool let out a soft cry as the sensitivity lingered.

“Easy… relax…” Brambleclaw murmured, gently licking her head.

Leafpool let out a weak sound in response, her face still deeply flushed.

Silence filled the den as they both lay there, breathing heavily, their bodies slowly settling.

For a moment, neither moved, staring into the dimness ahead, their breaths uneven, their bodies still warm.

Sleep began to creep in.

But Brambleclaw forced himself to stay awake. He got up and stepped away from her, then gently but firmly took her by the scruff to help her up.

“W-what are you doing…?” she murmured weakly.

“We can’t let anyone see you like this. If I’m involved now… then it’s my problem too.”

“…So… you won’t tell anyone…?”

“…You’ll keep this between us… and not let your sister find out?”

Leafpool met his gaze.

Those intense, possessive eyes of Brambleclaw locked onto her, making her heart pound as her face flushed all over again.

“I would let you get me pregnant if you asked…”

Those words never left her mouth, but she felt them with all her being.

She only managed to nod. Brambleclaw nodded as well and gently ran his tongue over her head.

“Then it’s a deal…”

He pulled her close with his tail, entwining them in an intimate gesture, then glanced toward the exit.

Leafpool was gently tugged along, guided carefully out through the camp without anyone noticing.

Maybe… it wouldn’t be so bad to share her sister’s mate… if he had enough warmth for both of them.

She thought it silently, hiding her face in embarrassment as she disappeared into the bushes beside him.

***

Leafpool stepped out of a patch of bushes, her fur completely clean. A moon had passed since that night.

She walked through the quiet darkness, searching for a familiar scent. It was… her anniversary with Crowfeather.

The breeze carried his scent, softer than usual. Her heart beat faster. She had brought him a gift, and she had something important to tell him.

“Leafpool?”

A pair of gray ears emerged from the bushes, sniffing. Soon after, the WindClan warrior appeared, carrying a small rabbit he had caught.

He set it down at her paws and affectionately licked her cheek.

Leafpool held special herbs in her mouth, meant to ease Crowfeather’s back pain, herbs that didn’t grow in her territory. She wanted to give them to him personally and explain how to use them.

“So… those are for me?” he asked.

Leafpool nodded. She briefly pressed her paw against his and returned the affectionate gesture, setting the herbs beside the rabbit.

She seemed more thoughtful that night. Something was weighing on her… but she trusted Crowfeather. Surely, he would understand.

After all, her love for him was as strong as what she felt for another certain warrior…

“Crowfeather… you see…”

But the moment she opened her mouth, Crowfeather leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

It caught her off guard. She tried to pull away… but his paws found sensitive spots along her back, drawing a flushed sound from her.

“W-wait… it’s too early… for that!”

“You’re being affectionate. Isn’t that obvious?” he purred.

Crowfeather licked her nose fondly and let one paw drift lower.

She pulled away at once, shaking her head. A bit of distance formed between them. Crowfeather tilted his head, offering an apologetic smile.

“Sorry… alright…”

But his eyes still held that soft, pleading look.

Leafpool narrowed her eyes. That look always made her give in.

But this time, she had to stay firm.

“It’s not that I don’t want to… but… there’s a… little secret I want you to know.”

“A secret? Wait, did someone find out about us?”

Crowfeather’s demeanor changed instantly, alert and tense, ready to bolt. Leafpool blinked, then narrowed her eyes again, judging him.

“No… but there is something… I don’t want to call it a problem.”

“Then what is it?”

Leafpool let out a breath and tried to speak, but she hadn’t practiced the words enough.

Her tail flicked nervously. There was… something growing inside her.

Something she had to tell him… soon…

“Tell me,” Crowfeather insisted, licking his muzzle nervously.

But faced with that innocent look… she couldn’t… she couldn’t ruin his life like that.

“Crowfeather…” Leafpool swallowed and lowered her head. “…It’s nothing… sorry.”

Silence lingered for a moment. Crowfeather stepped closer and gave her a gentle lick on the cheek.

“Are you… sick or something?”

“…Be quiet.”

Leafpool shook her head, and to Crowfeather’s surprise, lowered her muzzle, brushing against him with clear intent.

Crowfeather’s ears flicked as he purred, flustered.

“That’s… quite a sudden change…”

“…I told you to be quiet…”

Leafpool closed her eyes, pressing close as her actions became more deliberate.

Crowfeather let out a louder sound, letting the medicine cat take control. He felt her warmth, the way she moved with growing confidence, her attention fully focused on him.

She was skilled… easily among the best he had known.

Crowfeather placed his paws lightly on her head. For a moment, Leafpool tensed, but then seemed to accept it, continuing more quietly, making sure not to miss a single movement.

Her motions became steady, rhythmic. He could feel her control, her precision, the way she adjusted to him with ease.

Small reactions escaped him as she continued, her focus unwavering.

Leafpool flushed as she tasted the first signs of his arousal, swallowing carefully… until she felt him grow more intense.

Leafpool caught it with her tongue and took it all the way to the back of her throat, sucking harder as she blushed intensely. She was sucking with real heat. The way her cheeks hollowed out was clear proof that someone had been fucking her often while the dark gray warrior was away. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about the cock she loved sucking the most… one that wasn’t so rough on her lips.

Crowfeather swallowed hard, feeling Leafpool suck him much faster, as if she had been practicing. In his lust he didn’t notice the detail; he just enjoyed it, placing his hind paws on her head and holding her there while he panted louder.

“L-Loveee… you’re doing it so good… please, suck it more…!”

Crowfeather pulled her closer to his cock and started thrusting, sweat running down his whole body, as she took even more inches into her mouth.

Leafpool’s lips were already brushing against his waist. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, tongue hanging out. The sight was beautiful. He felt glorified just being able to see her like that.

She licked in slow circles a little longer, then lifted her head.

Crowfeather moved much faster, until he finally felt the moment coming. He grabbed his mate’s head and thrust hard, pushing the tip of his cock deep into her throat, growling as he released powerful jets of cum that flooded the medicine cat’s mouth.

Leafpool panted with her eyes closed as she swallowed. It wasn’t as thick or as plentiful as the other nights when the dark gray warrior hadn’t been around… now she could handle it much better.

She swallowed carefully and delicately until she was sure she had cleaned every inch of the warrior’s cock. She licked from top to bottom and then pulled her mouth away.

Crowfeather moaned, flushed and blushing. However, he felt his mate’s tongue slide down to his balls and start licking them, cleaning the remains of cum and saliva that had dripped there.

Crowfeather, his mind clouded by pleasure, didn’t think his words through:

“You really like my cock, don’t you?”

Leafpool stayed silent… she licked his balls in circles, carefully sucked one of them, and finally moved back up to his cock, licking it with great enthusiasm before releasing it from her lips.

She sighed, stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, then smiled at him, her tongue still showing traces of cum.

“Isn’t it obvious~?”

Crowfeather looked into her eyes, blushing, and stood up. He moved closer and purred against her neck. Leafpool didn’t respond right away, but soon joined his purring.

They kissed in silence for a while, until Crowfeather brought his paws to her rear and started massaging it.

“Do you want to keep going…? You seem a bit… distant.”

Leafpool lowered her head and licked his chest, avoiding the question.

Then she turned around, showing him her exposed pussy, which had been begging for cock for a while. Though her eyes showed a hint of nervousness.

“It’s okay… you can do it. I’m needy tonight too. But be gentle, alright? I’m sensitive these days…”

Crowfeather tilted his head.

“Sensitive? Why?”

Leafpool perked her ears and looked him in the eyes, hoping Crowfeather would figure it out on his own.

But the warrior’s mind could only focus on the hot pussy making his mouth water.

Seeing that he wasn’t answering, Leafpool smiled, let out a soft huff, and shook her rear to tease him.

“Will you find out later…? Fuck me now, or don’t you want it anymore?”

“Alright, alright, I get it…”

Crowfeather purred, climbed on top of her, and started thrusting against her pussy until he managed to push inside. Then he licked her neck lovingly while penetrating her little by little.

Leafpool let out a muffled moan, hot breath escaping her lips.

She began moving her rear back against Crowfeather’s cock, allowing him to go deeper. He gripped her hips tighter, holding her firmly as he pushed in inch by inch.

His cock carefully spread her pussy lips, rubbing against her clit. Leafpool bit her lip, panting while smiling with a blush and lifting her head.

Crowfeather brought his muzzle to hers and captured her lips in a soft, affectionate kiss.

The thrusts soon grew more intense. The tom’s cock drove in harder, becoming fully buried inside her. He pulled out a little and thrust back in. Carefully at first, he started moving, letting Leafpool’s pussy take him at her own pace.

Her insides felt a bit more open, yet they squeezed him tighter whenever he pulled back. Feeling trapped inside the she-cat of his dreams only made him feel more alive.

He started holding her more firmly, lightly biting her lower lip as he pushed his cock as deep as possible. He had dealt with difficult hunts and argued with a warrior from his clan; he needed to let it all out tonight.

Leafpool could feel his cock hitting some of her most sensitive spots, but she kept her head down, panting quietly… until Crowfeather surprised her by showing more dominance.

He pressed her head against the ground, lifted her tail, and bit it possessively.

That made her moan loudly and clearly.

“M-mroaaaw!”

Sparks flew in Leafpool’s eyes, as if stars were forming in them, and she pushed back hard against the warrior’s cock. She loved that dominance. She wanted him to wreck her.

Crowfeather moved his tail to the side and started thrusting with much more intensity, letting his cock reach the deepest parts of her. Leafpool spread her hind legs a little wider and moaned shyly, allowing the cock to bury itself deeper and deeper inside her, passing every inner ring and touching a tight, sensitive spot.

Crowfeather held on as long as he could before he came. With one final, powerful thrust, he started ejaculating inside her, releasing thick ropes of hot cum that filled her while he moved up to her neck and bit her possessively.

Leafpool felt herself being filled once again. She let her tongue hang out and panted with it lolling, keeping her rear pressed as close as possible to her mate’s waist.

Crowfeather stayed on top of her for a few seconds after he finished, then lowered his muzzle to kiss her affectionately. Their tongues met, exchanging fluids, until Crowfeather’s cock finally slipped out of her pussy.

Leafpool lowered her rear onto the damp grass and Crowfeather pulled away, shook out his fur, and looked at her.

“…You look beautiful.”

Leafpool purred and stood up, bringing her muzzle to his neck and moving up to his ear.

“Crowfeather… listen to me.”

Crowfeather flicked his ears and glanced at Leafpool’s body more carefully. His eyes lingered for a moment on her belly… noticing a slight movement.

“Listen… the sex was incredible. But I need to tell you something right now. I’m…”

“O-oh, wait… I think it’s getting late. I can smell other cats from your clan coming this way. I have to leave as fast as possible…”

“H-hey!”

Before Leafpool could do anything, however, Crowfeather turned and placed his tail over her nose.

“See you next night, darling.”

“Wait, there’s no…!”

But Crowfeather had already dashed off.

Leafpool noticed how his pawprints had been left clearly marked in the grass; he hadn’t even been careful about stepping like he usually was.

Had he gotten that rattled… just from suspecting it?

Leafpool stayed silent. She felt more hot cum still leaking from her pussy and lowered her head.

She turned toward the bushes in the direction of her clan’s camp and poked her head through… only to be pulled back a second later by a larger muzzle belonging to a tabby warrior.

“So… another night of passion with your beloved?”

Brambleclaw spoke as he returned.

Leafpool flicked her ears and narrowed her eyes.

“You like spying on me while I fuck, don’t you, you pervert?”

“I’m looking out for you. I don’t fully trust that warrior. He’s not a bad guy… but his eyes have changed a little.”

“Calm down, it’s just sex. Everyone makes weird faces during sex. You sometimes start drooling.”

“W-wait, what…? Drooling? Seriously?”

Leafpool didn’t answer him. When Brambleclaw opened his mouth to ask again about his supposed drooling problem, she had already buried her face in the fur of his chest, silently rubbing herself against him.

Brambleclaw stayed still, watching as she sought comfort and reconciliation. After a few seconds of hesitation, he placed his paws on Leafpool’s head and hugged her.

Leafpool let out a long sigh and moved up to his neck. She purred there and then took a deep sniff.

“You smell like my sister, you bastard.”

“She doesn’t have to suspect that I’m cheating on her, silly.”

Their muzzles met in a gentle motion as they looked at each other.

They stayed quiet. A few dragonflies circled around them.

Their lips soon drew closer, sharing a tender kiss.

Leafpool moved her tail aside and pressed herself tighter against Brambleclaw, who hugged her firmly and deepened the kiss.

He carried her to some nearby bushes and laid her on her back, staying on top of her as he continued kissing her.

Their lips moved up and down, sucking on her tongue whenever it slipped out and kissing her again with passion, pressing hard against her body.

Leafpool hugged him affectionately, letting the warrior rub himself against her. It didn’t take long before she felt the tabby’s cock hardening and brushing against her belly.

She let out a moan between kisses and placed her hind paws on his cock.

“…Isn’t my sister enough for you?”

“The one I really want is you…”

Brambleclaw lowered his muzzle to Leafpool’s neck and licked away a tuft of Crowfeather’s fur that had stuck there. He spat it aside in disgust and looked at her with dominance.

“And to make sure that bastard stops fucking you once and for all.”

Leafpool pressed his head against her chest, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know how to express it.

It seemed there was something she needed to let out. Even though Brambleclaw wasn’t good with these things, he hugged her closer into his fur, making sure she didn’t get cold, and let his scent, still carrying traces of sex with Squirrelflight, fill Leafpool’s nose.

She purred, gave a soft laugh, and finally licked his fur, running her tongue across his chest in slow, romantic, and sensual circles.

Her tongue was soft, but combined with her purring it made the tabby’s heart beat harder.

Leafpool sighed with a smile and hugged him.

“Thanks… I needed… this…”

“You still… haven’t decided which one of us you want to be with, have you?”

Brambleclaw’s cock grew a little more, rubbing against her pussy without entering her yet.

“It’s… more complicated than you think… really.”

Brambleclaw licked her cheek and gave her a loving kiss on the lips before sliding the tip of his cock into her pussy.

“That bastard didn’t even take the medicinal herbs you brought him… and you spent hours gathering them…”

“…He’ll probably come back for them.”

Both stayed silent. Brambleclaw’s lips parted from hers… but Leafpool’s hind paws began massaging the tabby’s member, pulling him closer against her body and allowing him to push inside.

“But the one I need right now… and only right now… is you. Only you.”

Brambleclaw locked eyes with her and lowered his muzzle toward hers… though at the last moment he diverted it to her neck and bit down carefully, yet with enough force.

“M-Mrooaaaw!”

Brambleclaw’s moan from Leafpool only fueled him more. In one smooth motion, he buried his entire cock inside her. He started drooling into her fur as he lifted her hind legs because of how massive he was.

He moved carefully at first, then adjusted her better against the grass and pushed deeper, letting the barbs of his cock scrape her insides until he was fully buried.

Both of them moaned. Brambleclaw panted hard, sweating even more.

“I don’t have much energy left… but I’ve got enough for at least one round with you.”

“You’re really trying hard… even though you just fucked my sister, you idiot.”

“You’re way sexier than your sister.”

“H-heeeeey~!”

Leafpool couldn’t help but laugh, though she had to spread her hind legs wider to take the deputy’s full length. Her pussy grew wetter by the second. She was always captivated by the tabby’s thickness; it left her completely submissive every time he pressed in hard, and Brambleclaw always knew exactly how to do it.

Brambleclaw purred against her neck, giving her the deep vibrations she craved so much. Leafpool sighed, letting hot breath escape through her nose. Being with Brambleclaw felt closer and more tender… she couldn’t deny that it made her feel much calmer.

However, when Brambleclaw moved a paw toward her belly, she quickly placed hers on top to stop him.

“…Be… careful…”

Brambleclaw swallowed hard and stared at her belly. Sweat ran down his forehead.

Leafpool didn’t give him time to think. She cupped his cheeks with her paws and kissed him urgently. She didn’t want him thinking. Not him. Not now.

Brambleclaw began moving inside her pussy, spreading her carefully at first, but soon picking up the pace. Her pussy opened easily, taking him completely until the tabby’s entire cock was buried deep inside her. Leafpool let out a hot moan meant to ignite her lover even more, and it worked.

Brambleclaw’s cock throbbed hard, keeping them fully locked together.

Just as his hind legs were about to start thrusting with force, Leafpool opened her mouth, ready to moan.

“I’m sure I smelled that WindClan warrior’s scent again…”

Brambleclaw quickly covered Leafpool’s muzzle with a paw, silencing her. Both of them froze completely. They glanced around and spotted two orange tails approaching.

Father and daughter.

Firestar and Squirrelflight.

In an instant, they crawled into some nearby bushes, breathing hard, searching for the best hiding spot possible. They could not be discovered under any circumstances.

Leafpool tried to pull away… but Brambleclaw’s cock was still buried deep inside her.

Brambleclaw growled quietly and placed his paw on her head, pushing her harder against the ground while sinking even deeper.

“W-what do you think you’re doing…?!”

“I’m… still so horny…”

“B-Brambleclaw… this isn’t the time…!”

The footsteps were getting closer. Brambleclaw lay fully on top of her, hiding her beneath his body. He made sure none of her fur stuck out from the bushes and squeezed his eyes shut, burying himself to the hilt as he panted against her muzzle. To keep from being found, they kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Leafpool felt her body overflowing with heat and energy, desperate to cum.

With her sister just a few fox-lengths away…!

“Firestar, I think the scent is coming from over there…”

“Let’s go.”

They both headed toward the spot where Leafpool had been with Crowfeather earlier.

Once they moved away, Brambleclaw got up, took a deep breath, and backed out, pulling Leafpool with him.

Still shaken, he led her to an abandoned fox den he had noticed not long ago and pushed her inside.

His cock was about to burst.

But Leafpool didn’t want to go in.

“C-come on… it’ll only be for a moment. It’ll be safer to fuck in here.”

“N-no! M-my belly… I don’t want to crush it…”

“…!”

Brambleclaw swallowed hard. He felt his heart pounding harder, and the sound of rustling leaves nearby made them even more alert.

He pulled out of her. Leafpool moaned with tears of pleasure, her hind legs trembling.

“Th-thanks…”

However, it wasn’t what she thought.

Brambleclaw carefully turned her onto her back, then rolled her so he wouldn’t press on her belly and helped her into the den.

Then, climbing in on top of her, he sank his cock inside her again.

“I’m going to fill you tonight no matter what… I won’t let that bastard fuck you and leave his seed inside you.”

“B-Brambleclaw… do you…?”

“Sssh…”

Brambleclaw silenced her with a deep kiss and started thrusting hard.

He moved his hips several times, giving her powerful strokes with his thick, throbbing cock.

Brambleclaw moved carefully so he wouldn’t press on her belly, kissing her with burning passion. He began delivering strong thrusts that made her rear bounce. Leafpool rubbed herself against him, moaning like a cat in heat, clinging tightly and wanting more than ever for him to wreck her pussy.

Brambleclaw gripped her waist firmly and increased his force. His cock pulled out completely only to slam back in with power.

Firestar and Squirrelflight’s voices weren’t too far away, but at least now she could moan a little louder.

“Brambleclaw… more… harder, please… put it all in… cum… I love you… I love you…!”

Brambleclaw growled and kissed her passionately, closing his eyes as their tongues tangled. He started cumming inside her, pulling her tighter against his body.

Brambleclaw growled softly against her mouth.

“I love you more…”

He gripped her chin and caught her tongue between his lips, sucking on it while he kept thrusting into her. Hot cum overflowed from her pussy with every movement.

They devoured each other with increasingly messy kisses, until Brambleclaw’s cock finally slipped out of her, leaving her pussy dripping with semen.

Leafpool trembled, panting, while she could only see the darkness of the den and the tabby’s silhouette lit by the moonlight streaming in from the entrance.

She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him closer, wanting to kiss him more. She wanted him near. She wanted him for the rest of her life.

They shared tender kisses. Then Brambleclaw slid his still-hard cock along her ass.

“No… not there…”

“I was only teasing you, beautiful. I’m not going to wear out that gorgeous body of yours… knowing you’re pregnant… right?”

Leafpool stayed silent and brought her paws to her face. She let out a long, shaky sigh and looked carefully at the tabby warrior.

“Is it… that obvious…?”

“It is…”

Leafpool tensed up, but Brambleclaw calmed her with loving licks and carefully lay on top of her, warming her with his body.

“We can’t keep doing this… my sister and my father almost caught us…”

“That’s not the biggest problem…”

“W-what?” Leafpool replied.

Brambleclaw looked thoughtful. He licked her chin tenderly.

“Crowfeather is the problem.”

“Why do you say that?”

Brambleclaw lowered his gaze.

“Our clan is very close-knit… we can hide the secret… but I don’t think we can fix it if the father turns out to be that cat. Remember what happened with Graystripe’s previous mate…? I don’t want that kind of mess again.”

Brambleclaw brushed his nose against hers.

“Not with you.”

Leafpool stayed quiet and brought her nose to his, gently rubbing it. She wanted to calm him. She gave him soft licks and stroked his side with her paws.

“Relax… I… I’ll take care of this. You don’t have to worry about anything. I promise.”

“It’s not that simple… you can’t just say something like that…”

“I promise…”

Brambleclaw swallowed hard and twined his tail with hers.

“I… I’ll find a way.”

Brambleclaw nodded.

Sleep began to overtake them both. They yawned almost at the same time and soon fell deeply asleep, wrapped in each other’s embrace in the darkness of the den.

Leafpool purred one last time and whispered a quiet wish:

“I really hope… StarClan… watches over them well.”

***

“Lionkit! Mom, Lionkit is bothering me!”

“That’s not true! You were trying to steal Jaykit’s mouse!”

“My mouse?!”

Deep inside the ThunderClan queens’ den, three tiny kits were fighting while chasing each other in circles around Squirrelflight.

She let out a long sigh and pinned Hollykit under her paw. The little she-kit couldn’t keep up her lie and ended up getting a tickle attack from her mother.

Or from the cat everyone believed was her mother.

Several moons had passed since that night, and luckily for Leafpool, ThunderClan hadn’t discovered anything.

She was in her medicine cat den, looking out from the back, when she felt a tabby paw settle on her back.

Brambleclaw was still just as clumsy when he fucked her in the dark, but in a way, she had grown fond of it.

He was taking her hard, gripping her waist and panting quietly.

“You’re still just as wet as always~”

“You’d better… never bother my sister…”

“I know… now that she’s given birth to my kits, I have to take care of them more…”

Leafpool licked her lips and received Brambleclaw’s kisses all over her fur.

Things had been complicated… but in the end she had to solve it the fastest way possible.

Her kits were being raised strong and healthy… by her sister. And as for Brambleclaw… she had lied to him, telling him she had lost the litter during birth.

No one knew anything. Everything was fine.

It was the best thing for everyone.

Crowfeather had broken things off with her too.

She would have been completely alone in love… if Brambleclaw hadn’t kept wanting to be her secret lover and please her every night, saying he didn’t want to lose sight of her again or see her with another warrior.

Brambleclaw’s thick lips tasted as good as ever, and the girth of his cock hit her so hard that she was close to climax, drooling uncontrollably.

Maybe… things were better this way now.

What she wanted most, after all, was a little love.

And now she could have it from her secret lover, even if it meant sharing him with her beloved sister…

Though deep down she wished she could share something more special with him.

Maybe one day she would tell him that those kits were really hers… that she was the one who deserved to have him all to herself.

That she should be the one in the queens’ den, taking care of those three rowdy kits… and having sex out in the open like any other she-cat.

She wanted it.

By StarClan, she wanted it.

But…

“I’m… I’m close…!”

“Wait, Brambleclaw… pull out, remember!”

But… that would be quite difficult to achieve.

Because unless a second chance for change came along… everything would stay the same.

Though sometimes all it takes is one accident… for a new hope to be born.

“A-aaah… You’re… so tight…”

Leafpool lowered her muzzle and came at the same time in a powerful climax, clenching tightly around the tabby’s entire cock. She panted with her body completely covered in sweat, feeling his cum pour deep inside her once again… making her yowl like a little kit again.

Though in the end, with a tired, silent smile in the darkness…

That accident… had probably already begun.

“M-Mroaaaaw~”