Ferals book one wild blood

Autumn is over

I sighed, but I knew the temptation. I was in heat. This first time. It's spring! I tried to hold back but it's my duty. I cringed at every male, walking into the forest with Empress or mum. Or the high ranks with their mates. Later on some kits were born and were assigned to whole males, allot!

Oh great. I thought.

Doom, the most handsome and strong whole male padded up to me. I need to say, he is quite the stud. If I did get to choose a male, which I do. I'd choose him.

"Cherub" he whispered into my big Abyssinian ear.

I purred, I stopped, but temptation possesses me.

Two other males, Thistle and Storm did the same. Purring and flexing their muscles.

I brushed and rubbed against them. Rolling around onto my back, lifting my bottom up.

Doom padded up behind me. Grabbing my scruff, I Meowed. He mounted, onto my back. And started. The two others tried to get up on me. But suddenly. Doom didn't let go. I tried to shake him off but he started biting me and scratching me. Grabbing on tight. His leg rubbing against me. He pushed harder. It hurt, it wasn't supposed to for a cat.

He dragged me into the woods, alone. He held me down. I rolled away as swift as possible and jumped to my small agile paws. "Stop!" I screeched, batting his head.

The strong whole male chuckled, "wow, that hurt?, I'm dying! Help me!" He sarcastically laughed.

I started padding away, the light shining down on me. But I kept ignoring him.

Doom growled at me. He launched forward, but I dodged him. I whipped around to face him. "Wait till I tell Magic or Sabre, you'll be dead!" I snapped, hostility and anger in my voice.

Doom chuckled darkly, "sell a single soul and I'll kill you, and take your kits." He hissed. Un sheathing his long claws.

My pelt prickled and I gulped, I nodded." Fine you old kit" I boasted.