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Ivypaw slumped into her nest. For once, not near her sister — she selected a clump of moss at the periphery of the den, usually left empty outside of moons with an unusually high number of apprentices. It's drafty position made it usually undesirable, but she welcomed the cool breeze or outside air in her current state.
Her muscles aches with the exhaustion of a hard day training. Her mentor had seen her unfocused gaze and fidgety demeanor, and of course, scented it on her: heat. It wasn't her first, but each one seemed to ramp up a little more in intensity as she reached adulthood. She-cats did not get a break from their duties when in season. To the contrary, it felt like Cinderheart had pushed it twice as hard as usual.
The older she-cat had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she sent Ivypool out for more busywork in some far-off corner of the territory each time the apprentice made it back from the last task. After culminating the day with an intense sparring session, the grey warrior's playful look softened at her heat-wracked charge's miserable expression.
"I'm sorry, Ivypaw. It's a right of passage to work apprentices ragged during a heat at least once before they become warriors. It's an important lesson: the clan's needs won't slow down for you. Cloudtail had me spar with just about every cat in the clan with a moment to spare," Cinderheart said warmly. "Look on the bright side. You're going to sleep like a kit after the day you've had!"
Ivypaw forced the frustrated tension out of her face, setting her ears in a neutral position. The calm expression didn't quite reach her eyes as she acknowledged the good intentions of her mentor with as much cheer as she could muster, and slunk off towards the fresh kill pile.
Once out of earshot, she had rumbled under her breath, ""Sleep like a kit." As if I ever really get to sleep."
In her nest, with the days distractions over, the desire low in her belly surged. It made her feel foolish how the sensations made her long to roll around and yowl for some cat to come sate her hormone-driven desire. At least the young toms in the den knew by now that raising complaints about having to share a den with in-season she-cats got them nowhere, and refrained from taking any verbal jabs at Ivy's condition like they had when her first heat hit, shortly before her sister's first arrived.
The day's exertion did its job, as soon as she could stop fidgeting around long enough to close her eyes and empty her mind, she slipped smoothly into sleep. She had expected it, but she hissed in frustration all the same when her eyes opened again. It was as if she had merely blinked; closed her eyes in a cozy den, and opened them in a dim forest of dark, looming trees, with nothing beyond the canopy but black.
She scrambled up when the rich, deep voice of her other mentor rang out from the bushes behind her. "You are early. Good, eager to train?"
There was a touch of sarcasm to Hawkfrost's tone. He'd heard the hiss.
"Long day. Sorry. Yes, I'm ready," Ivypool scrambled to her paws, flustered. It was blissfully absent, at first, but as she got her bearings it was clear she could not escape her heat in sleep. The want deep in her core was simmering back to life.
Hawkfrost was silent as he padded forward, his cool gaze assessing the apprentice.
There must have been something in her posture — a little hunched, tail held a bit too close to her rear — that awoke a suspicion in him. Coincidentally as far as she could tell, they had not trained during her brief first and second heats. Being in full heat in front of her mentor now made her oddly bashful. Not facing the tom during her prior cycles had built the encounter up in her head despite estrus typically being treated quite causally in clan society. In a culture where she-cats and toms work as equals, making a big deal of a she-cat's fertile window is typically viewed as backwards or immature.
Hawkfrost came to a stop a few tail-lengths from the grey-and-white apprentice. Standing tall, he parted his jaws to take a long, slow inhale, tasting the air. The slow deliberateness of the action made Ivypool feel strange; a clenching in her loin as he breathed her heat-scent deep. "You are indisposed," Hawkfrost rumbled conclusively.
It wasn't a reaction Ivypool had anticipated. "I'm- no, I can train. Where are the others?" She stepped closer to him, her voice tinged with surprise. His statement seemed insulting, especially after her day with Cinderheart. Maybe the warrior had been right, Ivypaw HAD taken a lesson out of the intensity of the day: she was plenty capable of working hard despite the distraction of her body's begging to breed. Her drive to prove herself overrode her aching muscles and the pervasive hum of arousal. "I am ready to spar."
Hawkfrost's facial expression remained cool and appraising. Frustratingly neutral as he looked down at the apprentice, closer now.
"You are unfocused. Your scent will distract the others," Hawkfrost said, beginning to turn away.
"I can train!" Ivypool insisted, her fur starting to bristle.
Hawkfrost's whiskers twitched. He placed his gaze firmly back on the grey tabby. "You are a dedicated one, aren't you? You will spar with me here, then. I will see for myself that you can train in this state".
Ivypool felt a mix of relief and frustration with herself. She couldn't stand her mentor thinking her weak, but being allowed to just return to a peaceful slumber was enticing. And, as much as she tried to put it out of her mind, her body begged to be mated almost more than it did for rest. "I am in no state. Bring it on," She meowed.
The two cats backed away from eachother. Hawkfrost gave a firm nod to signal the start of their combat. "We will see."
They circled at first, keeping eachother at a distance. Ivypool began to feel slightly uneasy. Hawkfrost was an intense fighter. Fast and brutal and precise. Unrelenting. It was unusual for him to drag the beginning of a spat out.
She supposed the large tom wanted her to move first. To prove herself. Hawkfrost was like a wall, a fine-tuned mass of muscle and thick black tabby coat with no clear weak points. But, she had to act. Careful not to telegraph her move, she attacked abruptly, trying to catch him offguard.
Her attempt to get a quick swipe in before dashing back to safety, hopefully unbalancing him and opening him up to her next move fell flat. He seemed to read her intent clear as day, shying back enough to make her miss then moving in to tackle her in a blink of an eye, using her momentum to send her careening flat onto her side with him pinning her to the cool leaf litter. Ivypool was a good fighter, typically, but something about Hawkfrost had her off-kilter.
Ivypaw's ears burned as she waited for him to release her so they could go again. But, the moments stretched on, and the massive tomcat kept her pressed to forest floor, bodies flush together.
"Okay, okay, let me up," she growled, wriggling. This was not how training goes. If you fail, you're supposed to keep going. Learn from it and improve. But, the tom was as heavy and unmoving as a boulder.
"That was your chance. I'm afraid I was right, you're not present enough of mind," Hawkfrost said. Ivypool felt the vibration of his voice through their pressed bodies as he spoke. She wriggled again, trying to kick at him but not managing to get a leg into position.
"None of that. You will train no more today. If this has been battle with the enemy, you would be dead. Easy as this," Hawkfrost said, lowering his head to press his snout against her neck, pressing her head down. He parted his jaws to wrap them around her neck, slowly and deliberately.
Ivypool's eyes were wide. This was strange, what was happening. It made her feel odd, the need in her belly stirring, ramping up rapidly in intensity. Her heart fluttered in her chest. "What are you...?"
Hawkfrost released her from the soft clamp of his teeth, and have her neck a couple quick licks to smooth the fur down. "I can calm your heat. Then you can train with full focus."
"Calm my...?" Ivypaw started to say, as Hawkfrost finally, after what felt like an age, withdrew. Truly, she already understood. The scent of his own arousal was clear as day, left heavy on her fur. It made her pupils dilate, her breathing quicken. If that wasn't enough, as she righted herself, she caught a glimpse under his belly – his member was erect, poking slightly from its sheath. Had that been against her while she was downed? A confusing mix of disgust and thrill shuddered through her.
"Yes," Hawkfrost rumbled. His proximity felt suffocating to Ivypool. He pressed against her to groom the back of her neck in a way that made her let out a warbled sound and lift her tail. It was as if her body was doing things without her input. She wasn't sure when she took this crouching posture with her rear raised.
"Ah, I don't think..." Ivypool tried to come up with a protest, but couldn't find the words. "Wait-"
She shrunk down a bit, but couldn't bring herself to crawl out from under Hawkfrost's bulk as he moved to stand with his legs on either side of her. The opportunity was soon gone, he switched from licks and nibbles to gripping her scruff in his teeth. The feeling again instinctually caused the young she cat to lift her tail and raise her hindquarters as the male got into position to properly mount her, enveloping her in strong forelegs and long, thick fur. He huffed out a small laugh against Ivypaw's neck at her body's eager reaction.
"I don't want kits," Ivypaw forced out, finally, trying to move away, but it was useless. Hawkfrost just grunted, pressing his hips down and forward to rub his cock against her. She felt it prodding at her, and squeaked when, after a few long slow grinds that stirred an intense conflicted arousal in her, it found home.
"Aah- Ah!" She breathed, shuffling her back feet to find purchase as he slowly pressed his cock into her until it was fully seated. It was like nothing she had felt before. No sensation she had managed to evoke in herself when trying to sake her heat alone compared. She felt full, yet like it wasn't yet nearly enough. Hawkfrost groaned as he pressed his hips firmly against hers.
When the tom pulled back, Ivypaw hissed and scrabbled at the ground. Barbs rasping against her walls, causing sparks of pain. She'd heard cats gossip about mating before, they spoke of how much it hurts the first time. The mix of shame, pain, and pleasure was overwhelming. It made her tail lash and she barely suppressed a yowl. But, there was no way out of this now.
Hawkfrost slowly pressed forward again, sliding deep into her, giving her pause to gasp for breath before the painful retreat. But, if was easier this time. And the next. And the next. Soon her yowls and hisses and whimpers were replaced with open-mouthed panting and soft, suppressed sounds of pleasure. Ivypaw's body arched, her hips held up at the perfect angle for the tom to breed her. Her mind was blank, awash in the sensations and her biological drive for just this to happen.
Hawkfrost grunted against Ivypaw's neck as he humped into her, savouring the slick press deep into her cunt, and the delicious friction of the withdrawal. His thrusts, at first slow and steady became more irregular and rapid. He released her scruff, recognizing that restraint certainly was no longer needed. The she-cat wasn't going anywhere.
"Nng... ngh... ah... oh, Starclan," she huffed out, writhing as the tom's member again and again slid firmly against some sensitive spot inside her, the muscles of her lower body tightening more and more as something built in her.
Hawkfrost humped her rapidly now, feeling her tense. A few more pumps and Ivypaw yowled, writhing while her muscles clenched in pulses as the building sensation cumulated in an orgasm washing through her. As it faded, she slowly started to feel too sensitive. The tom who panted over her with his head tipped back's movement inside her becoming overstimulating. She was held firmly in place beneath Hawkfrost as he pressed a few more firm thrusts into her, burying himself deep with each. Ivypaw felt crushed as he pushed as far into her as he could, pressing hard against her. His tail shook and he gritted his teeth as his balls drew up tight and he ejaculated into the apprentice with a hiss. He ground against her without pulling out a few more times, as he worked through the aftershocks to release a couple more small spurts.
Hawkfrost let her go all at once, retreating to groom his coat with a casual air. Ivypaw wrapped her tail around herself. She felt exposed, no longer enveloped by the male's mass. The warm post-orgasm buzz made her want to roll on the ground, bask in it, but a wash of confused, ashamed emotions kept her from indulging. Instead, she felt small as she watched Hawkfrost smooth his coat, trying to reckon the cool, calculating, professional demeanor of the cat she had been training under with the intensity of what he had just done, how he had just behaved. Ivypaw opened her mouth to meekly ask him... Something. She had dozens of questions but struggled to verbalize any of them.
Before she could work out what to say, Ivypaw was back in her nest, with nothing but even more exhaustion than before she had slept, a raw feeling inside of her, and a wetness between her hind legs to show what she had just done. Dovewing's face loomed over Ivypaw's with a worried expression, paw on her shoulder. "Ivypaw! Are you alright? You were having a nightmare — you kept rolling around in your nest, it sounded like you were being tortured!"