Birds chirped gently in the late summer sun while a lone tomcat sunned himself on a riverbank. Dove's ear twitched as a fly landed on it. He yawned and stretched, smacking his lips together and started to roll over for a longer nap when he heard something in the distance. His dark ears perked and he scrambled to his feet, listening intently. It didn't take long for the scrawny cat to recognize the sound - a distant, yowling queen in heat. He hesitated. Dove was not a clever cat, but he was experienced enough to know that kind of yowling would bring toms from all over. Still, instinct compelled him, and the tomcat made his way up the bank and darted through the shady woods. As he slinked through the woods, the cat remained cautious and kept low to the brush. He'd long been solitary and the thought of encountering another tomcat - likely bigger, stronger, and meaner than him - had him on edge. He could still feel the sting of slaps and bites of the ruling tom in his childhood clan as he had been chased away. Still, he followed the plaintive yowling with simple biological need filling his senses. The deeper he crept into the woods, the more tantilizing both sound and smell became, overwhelming his senses. He paused for a moment to spray his scent across the bark of a tree, aggressively digging his claws into the dirt and kicking. Normally he would've never marked his presence, but the thrill of possibly claiming a litter of his own had him behaving much more confidently (or perhaps stupidly) than normal. He stumbled across her in a clearing. A gorgeous young calico queen, clearly in her first heat, was rolling about in the grass and calling out pathetically for a suiter. He approached delibrately, raising and lowering his paws with mechanical precision. She leapt up as she heard him and hissed softly...but then called out to him. "Who are you?" she asked. Her paws nervously kneaded at the ground before her. Her body was flushed from heat, and she was nearly panting with desperation. Dove felt his body twitch and a tinge of pink slid out visibly from between his legs. She stared, her movements and breathing becoming more erratic as he crept closer. "W-wait," she said. "A-as daughter of the Cypress clan-" Dove stopped in his tracks. Cypress. That was the name of the tomcat who had chased him out of his birth clan. "You are...his daughter?" Dove asked. She frantically nodded, nervously eyeing her escapes, but unintentionally pulling herself closer to him with the kneading motions of her claws, meant to soothe herself. A grin crept across Dove's muzzle. He was imagining something even better than a litter of his own - a spiteful litter to Cypress, bastard children from a kit he'd had the audacity to abandon and leave for dead. "Just relax," he purred, inching ever closer to the young queen. "I can help soothe that heat of yours." "S-stay back!" she spat, yet froze in place. She growled low, but he only raised his head and confidently strode the last few steps towards her. Their noses touched, and she shuddered softly. With barely any urging, yet still growling softly, she presented herself to him. Dove mounted her swiftly, his paws digging into earth as he crouched over her, his throbbing little dick aching as he prodded for an opening. Her breathing quickened, and her growl turned more into a snarl as he grasped her scruff and shoved in. She screamed. "It hurts!" she cried out. He tried to sink his teeth deeper into her scruff to make her stay still, but she suddenly - and violently - lashed out at him, with a fury and movement so sudden he couldn't hold on. A claw struck him across the right eye, and before he could get his bearings at all she struck again, slicing just above his eyebrow. For several seconds they simply stood there, staring at one another, while she growled and panted. Blood dripped near the base of her tail from him not positioning quite right - he had torn her, and the scent of blood was filling the warm summer air like an odd perfume. Dove licked the blood that dripped from his own wounds, and his aching cock throbbed. "I wasn't finished," he said simply. She bolted, running suddenly through the brush, but Dove had a bit too much experience with chasing scared rabbits to be tricked by that. He leapt after her with an almost kittenish excitement. He pounced on her struggling form easily as she stumbled over a root, and switftly bit down as he pinned her. She gagged as he sank his teeth into her throat like any other prey, not bothering with the formality of scruffing her. She kicked out and grabbed at him, trying her best to hurt him, but he had been kicked by rabbits too. She struggled and gasped, but no air came to her lungs. Her frantic movements only excited something deep inside the tomcat. Her kicks became halfhearted, and her gasps had turned to gurgling. He absently rubbed his feline cock against her soft fur as her gurgles began to fade as well. A pool of blood had settled beneath the pair, and Dove felt positively drunk off the mix of blood and scent of heat. He slowly opened his mouth and licked his lips, gazing down at the calico. She was beautiful, still. With her like this - warm and unmoving - he could admire her much easier. Her gorgeous white fur, marred and matted with red, and chestnut browns... he nearly forgot where he was, until the scent of her in-heat urine made him snap out of it. Biology prevailed. He shifted the corpse of the gorgeous cat into an easier postion before mounting her once more. She offered no resistence, and he took his time prodding and stroking against her, beneath her tail, before finally finding what he'd been searching for. He slid inside her with a shuddering moan, and grasped her scruff hard. He shoved in with a deep growl, piercing her scruff with his teeth to taste more of her, to fulfill himself. She was incredibly warm and soft around him, giving him time to really sink in and lose himself. He gasped, letting go of her scruff as he approached climax, hips bucking wildly. "Fuck," he moaned to her. "You're gonna make me-" He shuddered deeply, letting out a very un-masculine sounding moan as he came hard, filling her with his seed. Panting, Dove nuzzled the ungrateful girl's neck and purred softly, letting his balls drain completely and slowly moving his hips against her. He enjoyed the afterglow immensely, drooling onto her coat and grooming the matted blood from her coat. His own white fur was deeply stained with her blood, but he couldn't help but feel a bit proud. As far as he was concerned, he'd accomplished his goal - though he'd forgotten what that was, originally. "Hey, sweetheart," he purred, nuzzling her cheek. Her eyes were still wide open with fear, but were starting to get a mist over them. "How about we go for a round two?" he whispered against her ear. Flies had begun to descend on the fresh corpse and she was quickly growing stiff and cool to the touch. Dove's cock twitched anyways. It was going to be a long, enjoyable evening for him, even if he had to drag her all the way down to the river just to continue. Nothing, he thought, would stand in the way of his needs again.