Warp Token 2 Word Update

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He broke away for breath, opening his eyes to see his vision filled with her ruby-red eyes peering at him from beneath her cowl. Most men feared the beady, predatory gaze of a Skaven, but the cause of her intensity was of a far different variety.

He reached down to cup her cheek, one of her ears flicking in delight as he stroked with his thumb, Roderick dipping down in search of a second kiss. It quickly became more sensual then a simple show of affection, Skyseeker’s comely whines igniting an instinctual fire within Roderick’s chest.

“R-Rick-rod,” Skyseeker moaned between smacks of their lips. “Breed me, Skaven’s waited a million years to breed…”

If his tongue hadn’t’ been occupied, he’d have pointed out that they’d pretty much slept together every night since setting sail from Araby. Her libido was about as strong as a giant, and she never seemed to tire of breeding, as she called it.

It took all his willpower to keep from bending her over the counter and having his way with her, but when their lips parted for a second time, he begrudgingly shook his head.

“I don’t think this is the most…. sanitary place for that,” he conceded. “And the guard is right outside.”

Grinning mischievously, Skyseeker pushed out her rump, putting her lower body through his legs. He turned to watch as her long tail curled up like a whip, as prehensile as a finger, and flick against the door, slamming it closed. After a few moments, the guard outside did not open it, perhaps not caring enough to see what had happened.

“One problem solved,” he admitted, Skyseeker snickering.

She turned to put her front to him, wrapping her little arms over his waist. He thought she was trying for a hug, but then he felt her tug at the his hose, unbuckling his belt and peeling it down his thighs.

“H-Hold on, lass,” he stammered. “We’re right in the middle of the ship, just because the door is shut, doesn’t mean we can’t be overheard.”

“Then man-thing just has to be quiet then, yes-yes?” Skyseeker shot back.

His attempts to stop her were half-hearted, of course, Roderick watching as she pulled his pants down and bunching it over his thighs, exposing his loincloth. He gasped when she leaned forward and pushed her muzzle into his crotch, taking in a long draw of air.

“Man-thing musk,” Skyseeker groaned. “It drives Skaven crazy…”

“You’re already crazy,” he chuckled. “Putting us in this compromising position, where anyone could just walk in.”

“Correction,” she replied. “Skaven’s hearing is diabolically masterful. Will hear man-things coming well beforepaw.”

She reached over to cup his balls through his loincloth, giggling when Roderick lurched. She wet her lips in anticipation, batting her eyes up at him as she took up position between his legs, her soft body pressing up against him.

With her free hand, she tugged at the string holding up his underwear, Roderick wincing as she pulled it down and the fabric caught on his length. He was always a sucker for a good kiss, and the Skaven’s was so unusual and different from anything he was used to, and he was already hard as a result.

She exposed him to the cool air of the kitchen, his rod bouncing free to lamp Skyseeker on the nose with all the force of a fist. She flinched away, clearly not suspecting him to be so erected, glaring up at him accusingly.

“You attacked Skaven!”

“Don’t blame me,” he replied. “You’re the one that initiated this, lass.”

“Stupid, fat man-thing cock,” she muttered, but her eyes were full of wonder as she turned her gaze to his dick. He didn’t know how endowed Skaven were, but from the physical differences, he could guess he was far larger than even the burliest of Skaven.

Her warm breath washed over his genitals, the Skaven reaching up to take him into her hand. He was too girthy that her fingers didn’t meet on the other side, but that didn’t bother Skyseeker, sliding her soft fingers from his tip to base. She gave his balls a squeeze as she stroked, Roderick gasping at the conflicting sensations.

“Rick-rod is so hard already,” Skyseeker mused. “And Skaven hasn’t put my wildly charms in action yet.”

She laughed, but Roderick didn’t get the joke. He watched as she opened her jaws, her pink tongue sliding out between her cleft lips. The slimy flesh dragged over his underside, Skyseeker pursing her lips as she drew near his glans, planting a lingering kiss there.

“We sorted hunger for man-things with fish,” she said, her eyes fluttering as she looked up at him. “Now, Rick-rod can sort Skaven’s hunger instead. That means I’m going to eat your dick,” she added bluntly.

“Thanks for the explanation, I’d never have guessed,” he said with an eyeroll. “You were never one for beating around the bush, were you?”

She angled up her muzzle, parting her jaws to expose her incisors. Her buck teeth were sharp and carnivorous, but Roderick’s hesitation melted away when she slid his length between them and into the warm, soft lining of her throat. She closed her jaws, sealing him in a cylinder of silken flesh, her wriggling tongue flexing against his throbbing length.

She still had a firm grip on his sack, Roderick quickly closing his eyes as the waves of pleasure rocked him. He lost his balance for a moment, forcing him to lean against the counter lest he tumble to the floor.

“Does Skaven feel good?” Skyseeker asked around his length. He nodded, but Skyseeker shook her head in disapproval, stirring his dick from side to side. “No, I want to hear you say words. Say that Skaven feels good.”

“Skaven feels good,” he said. She laughed maniacally again, rewarding his words by sneaking her tongue beneath his foreskin, the edges of his vision darkening as cruel, harsh waves of stimulation assailed him. She knew he was tender there, focusing on it with short strokes of the tip of her tongue, pulling back so only the head of his penis was locked inside her gullet.

After a few moments, she came up for air, letting his pulsing shaft dangle in the air. The respite was short-lived, however. Skyseeker pressed closer, placing her muzzle above his length and letting a string of drool escape her lips. The bubbly fluid landed on his shaft, Skyseeker wasting no time in spreading the liquid around with her tiny hand. Her fingers were still slimy from all the fish, and combined with the saliva, he was quickly covered in a slippery sheen.

Her eyes focused on his length like a swooping hawk, deigning to use both hands to work him over. She paused to rub her thumbs over his tip whenever she neared his glans, her pumps taking on a hard, quick rhythm. He had to concentrate to keep standing up, the sheen of her saliva making her contact wet and nearly frictionless.

She giggled to herself again, and Roderick craned an eye open to look at her. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Rick-rod is hero to Reiky-land,” she said, her red eyes glancing from his crotch to his face. “You fight giant freaky bird thing, you fight Skaven warband, you fight giant statue-thing, you claimed relic right under Skavenkind’s noses. You so accomplished, but Skaven knows your weaknesses. Skaven not even need to try to make Rick-rod breed…”

“And I don’t need to try to pick you up and carry you like a sack of grain, so I know your weaknesses too.”

“Sh-Shut up and breed in my mouth.”

Taking his base into her hands, she slid him back inside her gullet, the ribbed texture of her jaws adding a wonderful sense of friction. She slid more of him into her mouth, curling her tongue around him all the while. When she took him all the way to the base, he heard her swallow loudly, strands of her saliva leaking from her mouth and dripping down his legs. Her throat flexed in a contracting wave,  so tightly sealed around him that he felt every rippling muscle, the sensation so close to a lover’s loins that his hips thrust forward in search of more.

She drew back, sliding off his length to leave it glistening in the candlelight of the cabin. She never stopped swirling her tongue, corkscrewing it around him as though to wipe his cock clean, but only serving to spread more of her sticky saliva further. Her pace was quick and hard, clumsy and needy, but just like she said, she had plenty of practice to know how to work him over.

He felt a pressure building up in his core, his muscles wrenching as his urge to climax drew closer.  It was impossible to ignore how tightly packed he was in her soft throat, which was nothing at all like a human’s mouth, yet its shape seemed perfectly suited to the current task.

“Sky,” he murmured. “I’m getting close…”

“Duh!” she replied, pausing at his tip to speak. “This is SKYSEEKER man-thing is talking about, master breeder. Breed into my mouth, man-thing, now-now!”

She redoubled her efforts, mashing her face into his crotch as her pace increased, his cock practically slamming into the back of her throat. A human would choke if they tried to match her speed, but the only sounds Skyseeker made were whines and moans of pleasure, the Skaven seeming to enjoy this as much as he was.

He felt tingles course down his extremities, the waves of sensation washing down to concentrate on his loins, the urgency to climax scratching at the back of his mind. He tried to stave it off, to prolong this bliss, but every time she kissed his base the thought became harder to deny.

“Breed me, Rick-rod,” Skyseeker whined as she pulled back, keeping his pleasure going with her pumping fists. “Fill Skaven’s mouth with your pups, I want to taste them all…”

She stroked harder, the sensation permeating him to the core. She sensed his drawing limit, opening her mouth in greedy anticipation. She flashed him an aroused expression, and that was all it took to rive him over the edge.

He reached the precipice, all that pressure in his stomach surging forth in the form of hot, thick ropes of his ejaculate. He leaned back against the counter, stars dancing before his eyes as his thoughts gave way to animal lust.

Wads of his come shot forth onto her waiting mouth, the Skaven pumping him with her fists to ease out its passage. Even she was surprised by the amount that came, her red eyes flashing as his essence filled her waiting mouth.

A second pump followed, then a third, Skyseeker encouraging out with deft strokes of her hands. Some of the pearly fluid splashed against her nose and cheeks, and when her jaws were full, she closed her mouth and swallowed around him, the sound audible.

Her cruel handjob never ceased until she was sure he had nothing more to give, the burning urge of climax soon giving way to cool euphoria, Roderick grinning stupidly as he relished in the bliss. With one last thrust of his hips, he was spent, warmth permeating him from his toes to his head.

He was brought back into the present by a soft, wet texture on his length, and he looked down to see Skyseeker lapping at his crotch, cleaning away all traces of his residue that hadn’t landed on her face. Her silky fur tickled him as she gripped at his thighs for leverage. Once he was as dry as he could be, she gazed up at him, the sight of his seed on the Skaven’s face making his heart flutter. She let her tongue snake forth, the organ flexible enough to reach most of her muzzle, and soon her face was clean too.

She smacked her lips as though she was sampling a fine wine. “Mm, exquisite,” she chimed. “Must raid this kitchen more often.”

Roderick got onto one knee, pulling her into a greedy kiss, pulling her lithe body into his. He didn’t care if his mess was on her jaws, a sudden wave of affection afflicting him. She leaned into him, tilting her head to the side and deepening their contact, one paw clutching at his shoulder as he pressed his tongue into her mouth. Her wonderful scent filled his nose, sweet and feminine, his member twitching in response despite having just climaxed.

“W-What was that for?” Skyseeker giggled when she pulled away. “Wait! I want to guess! Is because I’m the best breeder man-thing ever had, yes-yes?”

“Something like that,” he admitted.

He pressed his face into her neck, giving her a gentle nibble, her fur delightfully soft beneath his lips. She was so touchable, like a down pillow made living, and she was so receptive as well. Every touch of his fingers or tongue made her whine or gasp, as though she was an untouched virgin, yet he knew from experience that was not the case.

“You have any idea how good you smell, lass?” he asked, the scent growing stronger as he neared her chest, and the two pert breasts that wobbled beneath her sling.

“R-Rick-rod!” she laughed. “You say weirdest things sometimes. Of course I know, I smell myself all the time.”

He roamed lower, bringing a hand to her chest. The clip for the sling that preserved her modesty was at the back, beneath her cloak, but he couldn’t wait that long. He cupped one of her breasts through the leather, the orb of flesh a perfect handful, as malleable as a ball of dough. Skyseeker gripped his shoulders, muttering her approval as his other hand roamed down her hourglass waist.

“Before, Rick-rod said you could carry Skaven like sack,” Skyseeker murmured. “Prove it.”

“What?” he asked, even though he heard her.

“Pick Skaven up,” she said. “B-But don’t tell anyone I said that. Including Rick-rod! Take me like you would a man-ting breeder, I’ll pretend the last five seconds did not happen.”

“Want to do some roleplay, eh lass?” he asked. “Alright.”

She squeaked as he scooped her into his arms, her tail coiling around his hip like a little snake, her hood falling back to expose the rest of her face. He rose to his feet, taking her with him.

“Oh, stupid man-thing,” Skyseeker giggled. “How dare you try to carry poor, oblivious, unsuspecting Skaven. Now I’m helpless! Please don’t put me against that wall and breed me until I scream…”