Warp Token Update

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“Do-Do that again,” she mewled, rubbing her thighs together. “where you curl finger. Ah! Yes-Yes, that’s it…”

She was tight enough that just moving his finger seemed to take an effort, but she was rewarded with waves of pleasure rolling up through her core. Her response seemed to please him, Roderick sliding his hand up her torso to cup one of her breasts, the soft fat wobbling as he cradled it in his palm. Skyseeker had never taken much notice of her bosom, aside from a few experimental prods and touches back when she was barely bigger than a pup and wasn’t quite sure what she was. They didn’t seem all that appealing to her, but they may as well be new toys to Roderick, his hands and eyes always on them whenever the chance arose. Perhaps male man-things were allured by their shape, how odd…

She was pulled out of her thoughts by a sudden shock, Roderick’s finger pressing up against her sensitive bud. During their breeding sessions on the ship, he’d referred to that part of her as the clickoris, though what exactly clicked was anyone’s guess. Regardless of the term, she mewled and squeaked as he slid a second finger inside her, pinching her nub between his two smooth digits, moving and squashing it in ways that drove her crazy.

“Man-thing,” she gasped in a comely voice. “Breed me, breed me now-now…”

She shuddered as he slowly wrested his fingers free, her passage sealing around him as though it couldn’t stand to be empty. He peeled out of her twitching opening, his digits still joined to her entrance by a thick strand of her juices. He stroked her hips and thighs, his movements tickling her and making her giggle, Roderick’s mouth splitting in a grin as he watched her squirm.  He was so intimate, his gaze at once covetous and adoring, nothing at all like the Skaven who’d earned breeding rights back in the pits.

She gasped as his pace turned up a notch, catching her by the hips and hoisting her into the air, her feet hovering an inch off the ground. She ground her rump against his crotch as he shuffled onto his knees, bending her forward so she had to hold out her arms to keep from falling over. She braced her paws into the shallow pool, finding herself on all fours as Roderick kneeled behind her, Skyseeker peering behind to see him fumbling with his greaves.

“Need help with that?” she asked, reaching out with her tail. She had enough control over the appendage to help loosen some of his buckles. Once the armour on his thighs was free, she hooked the end of her tail into his briefs, sliding them down his legs. His shaft was already swelling, probably because of her alluring musk, her eyes lingering on it as she remembered how much it had hurt during their first mating session. Would she feel just as sore this time? She hoped so.

She arched her spine as Roderick traced the indent of her spine with his paw, her butt pushing out reflexively. It had been dark and moody back in the ship cabin, but now her ample rear was on full display in the desert sun, Roderick laying a hand on her shapely cheek as he admired her.

“You like what you see-see?” she purred, tilting her hips from side to side. He nodded in silence, Skyseeker frowning as he batted him in the face with her appendage. “Say it,” she demanded.

“I like what I see,” he replied, Skyseeker chewing her lower lip as she stared off into the ferns. She didn’t need audible proof to know her body was pristine, but it was nice to hear it anyway.

“Then stop staring and claim me,” she said. Reaching back with a paw, she gripped one of her cheeks, spreading it and exposing her loins to him, the fat of her cheek spilling through her fingers. She could see the effect she had on him, his eyes drawn to her dripping folds.

She was aching for him, but she let him come to her, her tail flicking faster and faster as he shuffled closer, taking his shaft into his hand. He angled it between her cheeks, Skyseeker feeling its shape lay between her cheeks, the base of her tail curling over his tip. His cock was so hot, almost to the point it burned her, but never quite crossing that boundary.

He slid his hands over her flanks, seizing her by the hips, the way her flesh contoured making for perfect handles. It was a silent announcement that he was about to mount her, Skyseeker sinking her arms up to the biceps in the water as she braced herself, lifting her tail out of the way to present herself to him.

In a single motion, he slid his member inside her, Skyseeker pushing back as Roderick eased forward. She heard him snort as her passage hugged him on his way in, Skyseeker sighing as a wonderful ripple of pleasure danced up her body from her waist to her muzzle.

She knew she was far to small to take him all the way, but Roderick knew how much she could take, pushing against her clenching walls until he bottomed out, the way the rib on his glans raked against her walls making her whine. He just kept coming and coming, until finally her ass clapped against his thighs, her twitching entrance clamping over his base.

“Has Rick-rod grown a few inches since last time?” she growled, her spine straightening as her walls expanded to accommodate him. “Can man-things do that?”

“No,” he replied, grunting as she flexed around him. “We’re just too physically different from one another that we’ll never quite fit.”

“So breeding will always be like this?” she asked. “How serendipitous!”

She ground her hips, stirring him around inside her until she found a better position, her efforts making Roderick falter. She flicked him with her tail, and he got the message, Roderick pulling out of her, holding onto her hips for dear life. He fought for every inch, her folds so narrow it was a wonder he’d even manage to get inside her in the first place. When only the tip was still inside her, her muscular entrance suckling on his tender glans, he thrust back in, the sensation she felt akin to being gutted by a hooked knife. Any deeper and he’d start moving her internal organs around, but that was just the way she liked it.

Together, the found a rhythm that was slow but satisfying, Skyseeker mirroring his movements so their coupling was as raw as possible. He let his hands wander across her thighs and butt, his infatuation with her curves and fur making her giddy and even a little flustered. She still couldn’t believe he found her attractive, or beautiful in his own words. She would have suspected deceit if he wasn’t currently breeding her.

“You can get so deep-down like this,” she marvelled, her ears twitching as he delivered a powerful thrust, as though to help accentuate her point.

“Think you can take it even further?” he asked, Skyseeker peering over her shoulder to meet his gaze.

“I can take anything,” she shot back.

Her expression shifted as he reached down, slipping his fingers beneath her tail, looping the appendage around his wrist for a better grip. Just like when he’d gripped the reins of that horse, he gave her tail a yank, her passage spasming around his length at the sudden flare of sensations. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t not hurt either, drops of her liquid excitement flooding her tunnel as he used her tail to pull him into her.

She raised her neck to the blue skies, uttering a comely moan as he wrinkled folds slid against the ribs and contours of his shaft. Roderick was likewise effected, her already narrow passage constricting even further now that the nerves in her tail were being put under strain. He could have relented, but he didn’t, the pleasure getting the better of him as they enjoyed their newfound tempo.

“That doesn’t hurt, does it?” he asked, his voice just audible over the slaps of their lovemaking.

“Little late for concern, fool-fool,” she muttered. “Of course it hurts!”

“Want me to stop?”

“Never!”

He applied even more force, pulling her tail hard enough her feet left the ground on each hard thrust, her eyes rolling back as he split her apart. Perhaps she’d been too hasty to assume she owned him, Roderick was using her like she was a broodmother, ready to take his seed and deliver a new batch of pups for the Clan.

She was all too aware of the way her sensitive bud scraped against the underside of his shaft, her most sensitive weak point always in contact with him thanks to her smaller size. On his way out, if she angled herself just right, his tip would squash it against the floor of her tunnel, putting an insane amount of pressure on it and teasing out more of her liquid love.

Either he was perceptive, or driving his glans against her clickoris was driving him mad as well, for Roderick quickly caught on to her needs, making sure to drive his tip into her fleshy bud as he plundered her depths.

The stimulation was too much, her paws giving out beneath her, her cry of alarm cutting off as she plunged face-first into the pool. Dappled light filtered through from above, Skyseeker blowing bubbles as she glanced around her new, underwater surroundings.

Roderick was still pounding into her from behind, his grunts made muffled and distorted. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed her little tumble yet, too caught up in taking handfuls of her to see her plight. Not that she was in any danger of drowning, the pool was only deep enough here to reach her neck. In fact, it was quite a surreal change of scenery, her world now one of sloshing water and peace, the cool water on her face calming her. Couple the newfound tranquillity with Roderick’s rutting, she may as well have ascended beyond this plane of existence.

Roderick did take notice after a time, reaching down to pluck her from the pool, her spine arching as she surfaced with a wet sputter. He asked her what happened, Skyseeker choking on her words as she replied.

“I, uh, I… was thirsty! Needed small pickmeup. Definitely meant to fall in.”

“Of course you did,” he replied, his sly tone suggesting he didn’t believe a word.

“Keep breeding,” she urged, changing the subject and wiggling her butt. “Have bred four times already, let’s make it five.”

“Still can’t believe you can come so much and keep going,” Roderick muttered, resuming their rutting.

“As I posited – I can take anything. And! Skaven has more energy than you,” she added with a laugh. “Although… man-thing does give ridiculous amount of pups when you breed. If you were Skaven, I’d be nursing a billion litters by this point…”

“You’ll have a few more soon,” he murmured, the two rocking together as his thrusts began to take on a desperate pace. “I’m getting close.”

“Then fill me,” she urged. “I want your slime deep. Make it so!”

His shaft slid up inside her, bringing with it harsh pleasures that coursed into her from every angle, her tight passage flexing around him in contracting waves that matched the tempo of her pounding heartbeat. He could feel his member swelling, pushing her flexibility to its absolute limits.

Roderick was soon throwing all his weight against her, his grunts and her moans combining with the slaps of their lovemaking to make the oasis feel like their own little breeding pit. He was rutting like a Skaven in heat, his eyes filled with palpable need whenever she chanced a look over her shoulder, one she satiated by meeting each of his thrusts with a teasing ground of her hips.

She shrieked in surprise as he once more closed an arm over her belly, lifting her from the pool and into his embrace, her writhing backside pressing against his torso again. Her fur swirled against his skin as his other hand wound over her breasts, holding her aloft as he impaled her at this new, wonderful angle.

Her tail wound over his waist for leverage, Skyseeker reaching up to cradle his face in her paw, her muzzle level with his neck. She nuzzled his throat, her mouth parting slightly as he returned her affections, nuzzling the spot between her pink ears.

This new closeness and the change in impalement made her flex hard, the membranes of her breeding chamber stretching over his glans as he ploughed deep into her stomach. With a few more clenches of her passage, she sent Roderick crashing over the edge. Filled with all sorts of new noises, Skyseeker groaned as she felt a rope of his seed fill that narrow chamber at the end of her tunnel, his hot emission filling her. She’d said she wanted it deep, and he didn’t disappoint, this new fullness sensation all she could think about as he bred her.

She joined him in his climax, her slick fluids coating his flexing shaft, her spasming muscles drinking out another rope from him. She could feel his fluids fill her breeding chamber to capacity, his slime dripping down her vent as the pair writhed against one another.

His thrusts became relaxed, but still persistent, as though Roderick needed to screw his pups deeper into her in the hopes she may one day bear his seed, Skyseeker welcoming it with a carnal need. She shivered in his lap as the ache of euphoria washed over her, her tail going haywaire as it swiped over his lap, but his hold on her was tight, and she wasn’t subjected to another fall.

They slowly came down from their shared highs, Roderick setting her back down on the sand, Skyseeker sticking close to him for a few moments longer. Lifting herself off his cock was like trying to climb over a wall that was too high, Skyseeker bracing her feet against his knees for leverage. Thick, pearly fluids slid down his thighs as she climbed off him, one last shiver running up her spine as they separated.

She sank unceremoniously into the pool, as giddy as she’d ever felt, flashing him a covetous smile as she eyed the mess they’d created on his crotch.

“Looks like you’ll need a wash-clean now, man-thing,” she chuckled. “Come on, get in.”