Chapter 2 – The First Forbidden Caress

The First Forbidden Caress

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“It hurts…”

After her unexpected escape the night before, Spottedleaf hadn’t paid attention to the branches scattered across the ground after the recent blizzard, the ones that had made her stumble on the way back to ThunderClan. She had also scraped herself against a rock, leaving her half-limping even into the next day.

She had cleaned the wound, but since it wasn’t serious, and with her mind elsewhere after everything that had happened, she hadn’t thought to apply any herbs or anything similar. After all, what troubled her most was what she had done that night.

Luckily, that morning all the warriors and apprentices were busy with their own tasks, so she could have a moment of peace.

She walked to the back of her den… and lowered her head.

Only to lift it again in less than a second, taking in a sharp breath.

“StarClan, StarClan, StarClan, StarClan, StarClan…”

The medicine cat was still deeply shaken by what had happened the night before, and it wouldn’t fade easily.

The questions in her mind were plain to see just by looking at her confused, nervous expression.

Why did we let ourselves get carried away…?

“That went completely against the warrior code! StarClan will punish me!”

It won’t… StarClan only watches over the forest, right?

“No… I don’t think so. If that were true, then it wouldn’t be all-powerful… and StarClan is all-powerful.”

…Isn’t it?

It was clear that what she feared most was a harsh punishment.

Her body still felt strange, faint tingles that refused to fade. Just remembering it made her ears burn and her muzzle grow slightly damp.

Even after rinsing herself several times with water, the memory still lingered, stubborn. The rhythm she had followed… she still knew it by heart. Even while cleaning her own injured paw, for a moment she had almost repeated that same motion, in a way that made her feel deeply ashamed.

Spottedleaf panted, her head lowered now. She stretched her forelegs out to the sides, keeping her gaze fixed on the back of her herb-filled den.

She quickly glanced behind her, then to the right, to the left, and finally back again.

No one could know her secret.

She must not go back there, not for anything in the world. Her place was here, in ThunderClan, helping her Clanmates and making sure everyone was well.

She had to keep her mind occupied. That would be enough to forget that stupid Twoleg.

“…That stupid… Two…”

…

Spottedleaf lowered her head, completely flushed.

“But that foolish Twoleg… saved me from that horrible dog…”

What had happened couldn’t be denied.

But she didn’t dare lift her gaze. If anyone saw her… they would notice what her eyes revealed.

So she had to act normal.

She had to be the cat her Clan expected her to be.

Only then would she be able to forget.

Spottedleaf stood carefully, took a deep breath, and turned around, her resolve firm.

She would never go back there again in her life.

“I need you to go back there as soon as possible.”

Just as their noses were about to collide, Spottedleaf stopped in time, avoiding crashing into Bluestar, who had already been standing behind her when she turned.

Confusion filled her expression as Spottedleaf visibly began to sweat.

“…You don’t have a problem going back, do you?”

“B-B-B-Bluestar! W-What a surprise to see you here… I was just… organizing the herbs…”

Bluestar raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes.

“You didn’t bring me the herbs I needed yesterday, and my back hurts terribly… I waited for you all night and you never came back… Also… what is that strange look in your eyes?”

“A-ah… my soul eyes!” Spottedleaf mewed, startled, covering her eyes with her paws while tucking her tail between her legs, trembling slightly.

Bluestar stood silent in front of her… and sighed.

“Well… then… do you think you can bring me the medicinal herbs I need? The Gathering is in a few nights… and I really need to be well.”

“Y-Yes, yes, of course!”

“…Can’t you look me in the eyes, or is that why you’re covering your face?”

“I-I have an eye infection!”

“…Move your paws.”

“M-Mroaaw!”

Spottedleaf tensed. Her excuse hadn’t worked, and when she stepped back, Bluestar took a firm step forward, a faint crack coming from her back.

“Damn it…” Bluestar muttered, rubbing her back before turning away with a sigh. “Whatever is going on with you… remember you can talk to me. All right?”

“…Yes… all right.”

“Don’t forget my herbs. I really need them.”

Without another word, Bluestar left the medicine den, leaving Spottedleaf watching her through a small gap between her paws as she walked away.

She sighed softly… and lowered her gaze.

She needed to get better at improvising in front of her leader, or she would end up in serious trouble…

***

Sooner rather than later, her paws led her back to that place.

Spottedleaf’s nervous steps urged her to turn around, while her senses picked up the scent of the dog behind the fence… and the house where the Twoleg who had touched her so recently lived.

“Don’t think ‘tasted’, that sounds awful…” she muttered to herself, lowering her gaze as a blush crept across her face.

Spottedleaf followed the path guided by the scent of herbs, lowering her head even more when she saw the dog dozing not far from where she stood. She had to move carefully and leave no trace. She needed to be sharper.

Just grab the herbs and leave. Simple as that.

She jumped onto the fence and spotted the plants. She searched for the fastest way to reach them… but no matter what, she would have to step onto the backyard grass. If she did, she would wake the dog, and from there, her death would be only seconds away.

Another plan.

Spottedleaf glanced to her right. She was close to the Twoleg’s window, the one she had used before.

She shook her head firmly.

“No, I shouldn’t.”

She pressed her paws into the wood and took a deep breath. Then she began to move carefully across the grass.

She stepped forward… and the moment she put her weight down, she crushed a small flower.

“Grrrr…”

The dog’s growl came almost instantly. Spottedleaf leapt back toward the window and swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling quickly.

She couldn’t take that risk.

But those herbs were important.

“Alright… I have to do this.”

Flicking her tail, she launched herself into the backyard and ran. The dog reacted immediately and chased after her.

She had to find a way to dodge it.

She circled around the doghouse, noticing it wasn’t chained, unlike others she had seen before.

She glanced around, searching for something to distract it, but there was nothing. Her only option was to go straight for the herbs.

Lowering her head as she approached, she finally caught the stem between her teeth, snapping it and holding it firmly.

She turned on the cold grass and pushed herself up.

The dog was right in front of her.

And behind her, the fence.

She looked around. The dog’s growl grew louder.

She could jump over it.

She braced herself, tail flicking, paws set firmly—

A serious mistake.

“M-Miaaau!”

The pain from her wound forced a loud cry out of her.

It flared instantly, and the dog lunged.

Spottedleaf flattened her ears, watching the fangs closing in.

She couldn’t believe this would be the last thing she remembered…

“W-Wroof!”

The dog yelped. Someone had grabbed it from behind.

When Spottedleaf opened her eyes, she saw the Twoleg holding it back, giving her a chance to escape.

She secured the herbs between her teeth and started to run, leaping toward the fence… but stumbled when she landed wrong.

“M-Mroaaw…”

She fell onto her back on the grass, the pain paralyzing her body.

The wound had gotten worse. Not treating it had been a mistake.

The dog kept barking, and the herbs had fallen.

She had to get them back, no matter what…

No matter what…

But, to her surprise, someone seemed willing to help.

The Twoleg approached her, she couldn’t see what he had done with the dog, and picked her up in his arms. Spottedleaf flushed instantly and tried to pull away… but only in her mind.

In reality, she was purring against his chest, almost uncontrollably, recognizing his scent again.

Spottedleaf ended up forgetting about the herbs she had left on the grass when the Twoleg carried her inside the house, moving through several rooms before placing her back where she had been before.

He set her down on the nest where he had slept… and while the Twoleg seemed to be searching for something, Spottedleaf noticed the air smelled just like the night before.

Had he noticed?

Could he smell as well as a cat?

Well… he was much bigger. Maybe he could.

What if he had been awake that whole time?

“How embarrassing… so embarrassing…” Spottedleaf covered her head with her paws, though she soon noticed a bit of saliva slipping from her muzzle.

Quickly, with her good paw, she gave herself a light slap.

“C-Calm down… we have to get out of here. Remember, the herbs… that’s our goal…”

However, when she lifted her head, she saw the Twoleg approaching with a strange object. Inside it was a thick, greenish substance. She didn’t like how it looked, though the smell wasn’t unpleasant.

The Twoleg sat beside her. He seemed to have been talking to her the whole time, but she didn’t understand a word.

Finally, he took her injured paw.

Spottedleaf let out a nervous meow and pulled it away immediately. However, he placed his bare hand underneath, allowing her to rest it there with trust.

The medicine cat hesitated.

She sniffed his hand, whiskers twitching… and finally, she set her paw down.

Seconds later, she felt the cold substance on her wound and meowed in shock.

“W-What are you doing? It’s cold!”

She shook her paw with her eyes shut, but the young Twoleg gently stroked her head. That made her stay still… enduring whatever he was doing.

She still didn’t sense any malice in him.

But everything felt so strange…

Was this how a Twoleg showed affection? Did he even remember her from yesterday? His touch was gentle… did he actually enjoy… touching her paw like that?

What if it was a gift…?

Spottedleaf’s thoughts began to wander, until the Twoleg pulled his hands away from her paw, leaving it resting again on the nest.

Then he stood and took the container with the thick substance, turning his back to her.

“H-Hey, wait! I-it doesn’t bother me anymore, don’t go!”

The Twoleg moved some objects around and finally set the container down on a stack of wooden things. Spottedleaf remained still in her nest and noticed there were still traces of dried semen there. It seemed hard to remove, since she herself had tried to clean it with her paw without success.

The Twoleg approached again and gently placed his hand on her head, making her purr.

The herbs… can wait a moment… right?

Spottedleaf moved closer, purring against the Twoleg’s body, pressing herself against his groin. She began to purr right there, lower and deeper. She parted her muzzle slightly and noticed the small bulge outlined beneath the fabric covering his cock.

She started purring softly over that bulge, then licked it carefully. She moved her tail aside and purred louder when she felt the Twoleg speaking nervously. It amused her a little, and she lifted her head.

“D-don’t you want me to do it again… just a little?”

The Twoleg kept talking. She flattened her ears, annoyed that she couldn’t understand him…

Still, maybe she didn’t need to. The Twoleg lowered his bare hand to her rear, then slid it up along her tail, stroking it fully and drawing a sharp meow from her.

“H-heeey!” she protested, though she didn’t move an inch. The sound was more instinct than resistance… deep down, she loved the gesture.

Spottedleaf began rubbing her hindquarters against the Twoleg’s hand. She noticed how, with his other hand, he pulled down the fabric he was wearing, exposing his large cock.

It was already hard from all the licking she had given him through his clothes.

She turned her head toward him, giving him a sly smile.

Heat had taken over her again.

“So… you don’t mind if I taste it again? Maybe… were you awake yesterday?”

The Twoleg took his cock in his hand and moved it gently in front of her muzzle.

“So you do know what you’re doing, huh? Well… nothing to be done…”

She settled closer to him and opened her mouth, running her warm tongue along the tip.

“Looks like I’ll have to teach you for a bit…”

She closed her eyes in pleasure and took him between her lips. Her forepaws held him carefully as she began to move her head up and down slowly. She licked with patience and care, leaving thin strands of saliva along the tip.

The Twoleg began to moan, and his sounds deepened as the medicine cat adjusted herself more comfortably between his legs.

Spottedleaf’s body reacted with growing arousal.

Her task had been to gather herbs, but if Bluestar had sent her here, maybe it was a sign from StarClan, wasn’t it?

Yes… it had to be.

Otherwise, why would she now be allowed to show her gratitude by pleasuring her savior a second time?

Spottedleaf took more of him into her mouth, while the Twoleg placed his hands on her head, making her purr in pleasure.

StarClan was merciful to her.

So she would enjoy it fully.

Her tongue traced along him with dedication. The saliva dripping down made her blush, but she didn’t care. She began to suck more eagerly, knowing the Twoleg liked the way she felt. If he enjoyed it, who was she to question it?

She moved her head carefully, taking more of him in each time. She could feel his thickness swelling under her tongue as his moans grew deeper and more intense. That sound drove her wild, she wanted to keep going, to take even more.

She wanted to take all of him, just like the night before. She wanted it more than anything.

He throbbed inside her mouth now, and she could feel the first traces of precum spreading across her tongue. She licked more eagerly, parting her lips slightly to catch the warm strands.

“Delicious…” Spottedleaf murmured, glancing up to watch his expression.

A shy, clumsy look. He seemed almost sweet…

She lowered her head again, taking the tip between her lips first, and continued with renewed eagerness.

Her body shifted behind her, moving with restless energy. This was her moment to release all the tension she carried from her life in the Clan.

It felt like a blessing.

Her lips took in more and more of him, her head moving in a steady rhythm. It was as if she were swallowing him whole, like an expert. She wasn’t quite one, his size nearly brushed her teeth, but the effort and care she put into it made the experience something else entirely.

The Twoleg gripped the sheets tightly and began to moan louder. Spottedleaf responded with more intensity, moving faster now.

But suddenly, she felt the Twoleg gently take hold of her and pull her away. She let out a startled sound, but he placed her onto the bed.

A few seconds later, the clothes he had been wearing lay scattered on the floor.

Spottedleaf watched them fall, and in front of her was the Twoleg’s completely naked body… and his cock, even more visibly aroused.

He picked her up and placed her on top of him, leaving her exposed to his gaze, pressing himself once more against her lips.

Spottedleaf swallowed and froze.

“W-wow… once you get comfortable, you’re quite the pervert… ~” she purred, barely holding back the urge to die of embarrassment on the spot.

The Twoleg kneaded her with firm hands, and she began to drool without being able to stop it. The saliva fell directly onto him.

Spottedleaf felt him guide her closer to his face. She simply let herself be moved, keeping her claws sheathed so she wouldn’t hurt him, until at last she felt something warm and soft brush against her.

The Twoleg’s lips pressed against her vulva and, carefully, he parted her folds to slide his tongue inside.

“M-mrooaaaw! W-wait!!!” she cried out.

The Twoleg held her firmly, keeping her from pulling away. Spottedleaf could only gasp in broken breaths as she felt that tongue moving in and out of her. He was much bigger and stronger than her, she had never imagined he would be able to hold her like that… much less do something like this.

“Twolegs… are much more intelligent than I thought… m-miaaau…” Spottedleaf murmured, her gaze fixed on how his cock moved in the air in front of her. She couldn’t reach it, but soon she stopped caring.

With every lick, the Twoleg swallowed the fluids she couldn’t hold back. The more he devoured her, the more the heat spread through her body.

Spottedleaf wore a messy, uncontrolled expression without meaning to, half-lidded eyes, tongue out, lost in the most intense pleasure she had ever felt… and her first time experiencing it. That large tongue moving against her made her feel used like a toy, and she loved it.

All that dominance many she-cats talked about, sometimes even complained about… now Spottedleaf understood it better. And she couldn’t disagree more with those who resented it.

Letting herself be carried away by the clumsy, eager licks of such a large tongue felt incredible.

The tongue moved in and out of her, leaving her hind legs trembling. She whimpered and moaned with her eyes closed. Her body opened to him, offering the taste of her fluids, craving far more than just his tongue.

The sight of his cock swaying temptingly in front of her only fueled her arousal. Could the Twoleg really fit all of it inside her? Was that even possible? Was that what he wanted in the end?

She moaned louder, eyes shut tight, until she couldn’t hold back anymore. She pressed herself against his face, pushing her hindquarters into him, and climaxed intensely.

It felt like paradise. The best thing she had ever experienced in her tired life.

She could feel his tongue working tirelessly, gathering every drop, until at last he began to slow and pulled away from her.

The Twoleg panted as he moved back, noticing how soaked the medicine cat was. He leaned in slightly, taking in her scent, and Spottedleaf let out a nervous meow, but allowed him to do as he pleased.

Then the Twoleg guided her back toward his cock and began to touch himself.

Spottedleaf’s whiskers twitched as she looked back, startled, locking eyes with him.

“T-too tempting already, don’t you think!?” she mewed, pretending to be annoyed.

She moved closer and he let go. She took him back between her lips and began to suck more aggressively.

She moved faster, more insistently. She would show him how it was really done. All those things she had heard from the other she-cats in her Clan about pleasing their mates, now she would use them to satisfy the one who had brought her to paradise.

She would make him ready… ready enough to take her.

Though, without her knowing, a shadow with a tail had passed by outside…