Warp Token Update

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“Man-thing cock tires Skaven…” she murmured, pressing her nose into the nape of his neck. She drew lazy circles on his skin with her tongue, grinding against his shaft with a similar fatigue. “Plus, Skaven has bred like six times now…”

“You’ve what? Oh, you mean you came? Wait, six?”

“Technically seven, if one counts that time you clean-groomed me back in city.”

“Do you not have a refractory period?”

“Factories in Skavenblight owned mostly by warlords and Grey Seers. Why you ask?”

“No no, refractory. It means you need time between… breeding, to put it in your words. You only need a break now?”

She shrugged, lowering her muzzle back to his neck, switching between licks and sucking kisses. That explained all the slimy nectar she was coating him in. Six times, he couldn’t believe it.

“Give one second, Rick-rod,” she muttered between nuzzles. “Will be back on paw-feet in no time.”

“I have a better idea,” he said, Skyseeker pausing to look at him. “let me show you another way humans breed.”

She loosed a surprised squeak as he bundled her up in his arms, turning to lay her down on the cot, her vent squeezing around him as he stayed lodged inside her. Now she was on her back, their positions reversed, Skyseeker pointing her muzzle up at him as he slid a hand along her thigh.

“Don’t squish Skaven,” she whispered, wringing her hands together. “You are heavy thing.”

“I’d never bring you to harm, lass.”

“Except when you shot me back in forest.”

“… Except that time,” he admitted. He brought his mouth to hers, having to bend down at an awkward angle in order to reach her, Skyseeker gasping as her soft lips drew him in. He kissed her anxiety away, and when he drew back for breath, she cupped his hair, keeping their mouths locked for a few seconds longer.

“Stupid man-thing,” she muttered, her eyes fluttering. Now able to dictate their pace, Roderick began to move his hips, finding that his urges to simply rut into her were quelled by her physicality. Her narrow tunnel squeezed and fought constantly as his length slid out of her. When her lips rolled past his glans, he thrust back down again, Roderick wincing as the pressure on his loins reached barely tolerable levels.

Skyseeker’s feminine sighs and mewls let him know she could handle this new rhytum, Roderick holding onto her hips as he continued to ravish her. She was always in motion, her upper torso twisting one way as her waist ground against him, her dark fur roiling like a liquid as she touched herself with her paws, pinching a nipple between her fingers just as he had.

On the next slow thrust, Roderick’s breath caught in his chest. He could reach so much deeper in this position, and as such, the limits of her passage were well within reach, his glans compressing against the thin membrane roofing her tunnel. Lost in the haze of euphoria, he’d applied a little too much pressure on it, and his glans had broken through the initial resistance, plunging into her most intimate depths.

Skyseeker made a sound she hadn’t voiced up to now, her tail slapping the sheets violently between his thighs, her eyes bogging out once more.

“Gods,” Roderick snarled, the membrane choking his tip. “Are you well, lass? I didn’t-”

She sealed her thighs around his waist, using those muscular legs to pull him further into her, Roderick almost toppling over by her sudden show of assertiveness. That barrier of tightness stretched around him, Skyseeker shuddering as their was a popping sensation, and then more of his length plunged through into a little chamber beyond her vagina.

“Fuck,” he groaned, letting slip a rare curse as the stimulation overwhelmed him. “What is th-that?”

“Place where rats pups come from,” she replied, gasping as he flexed inside her.

She must mean her womb, its wet, slippery lining almost the perfect size for his throbbing glans, so tight that he feared any movement on his part might send him crashing into orgasm.

“Keep breeding man-thing,” she snapped. “Need to-to feel your- WAIT!” she yelled suddenly, seizing his chin and guiding their faces closer until all he saw was her dark irises. “Can man-things and Skaven make… pups?”

She must be worried she would end up like her mother or the other female Skaven, bloated with countless litters.

“No, we can’t,” he said, taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Hmm. Not believe you.”

She pulled him deeper into her innermost space with her long longs, his rod squashing up against its roof in a cruel stroke that sent them both reeling.

“W-What?”

“Not believe you!” she repeated, planting a hand on his chest. “Give Skaven your pups, man-thing, fill me with them, just to be sure.”

His heart fluttering, he resumed his ruthless rutting, plunging between her legs at a faster rate, gauging her face to make sure she could handle what he was giving her. The entrance of her womb suckled on his length like a hungry mouth as he peeled away, sending tingled of pleasure rippling up his body, that popping sensation returning as he unplugged that little chamber, only to return to its pocket of warmth at the next thrust.

Every slap of their hips sent tremors cascading up Skyseeker’s small frame, her breasts rippling like the surface of a disturbed pond. She was soft in all the right places despite her lean build, the texture of her silky coat further adding to the sensation. 

In the relative silence of the cabin, the sound of his organ slapping wetly into her yielding vent was very loud in his ears. He could sense how full he was making her at the end of every forward thrust, Roderick able to see the skin on her belly bulge as he plugged her womb with his organ. Were she a human, she would never have been able to tolerate the intensity, but Skyseeker had always been a flexible individual.

“You’re so deep,” she purred, her hand still on his chest. “Go faster. Yes-Yes, like that. Eh, where’s my warpstone?”

She draped her arm over the cot, fumbling with her discarded belt. When it came back, she was clutching a shard of the rock, SKyseeker devouring it in two bites flat. When she exhaled, her breath condensation was slightly green in colour, her depths swirling as the euphoria hit her.

“Skaven has become decadent,” she murmured. “Breeding and warpstone at same time-time? Man-thing making me feel like broodmother…”

“Does that bother you?” he panted, snapping out of his bliss to flash her a serious look. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel like she was back in the breeding pits.

“Very little,” she replied, reaching up to crawl her tongue over his neck. “If Skaven were to sire litter, Rick-rod would be number one breeding choice, you’re so nice and caring and nice and… other things. I know you’d take care of me.”

His thoughts swimming with desire, he cradled her muzzle in his hand, her blissful gaze meeting his as he continued to rut her into the bed. She found that she could rise her hips to meet his thrust and deepen their coupling, Roderick faltering as he split the entrance to her womb open with renewed desperation, his measured movements quickly becoming bestial ruts. There was something liberating about giving himself over to the building ecstasy, to be finally able to show his desire to Skyseeker after days of holding back.

“I’m close, Skyseeker,” Roderick grunted, holding onto her hips for dear life.

“You going to spurt that spalty stuff inside me?” she cooed, her candor making him twitch against her slimy walls. “Do it, man-thing, breed Skaven, now-now!”

Her tone was somewhere between an order and a beg, but she didn’t have to plead, Roderick’s putting all his strength into his thrusts as he gave over to his base instincts. He snorted like a bull as her narrow depths suddenly seized up, Roderick feeling her juices seeping around his girth as she climaxed for the umpteenth time tonight. The fact he could make a woman come so much was exhilarating, sparking the carnal parts of his mind with fresh flames of passion. No wonder her kind called her breeder, every part of her was just so fuckable.

“Claim me,” she purred, her eyes wandering over his red facea. “Claim Skaven, make me your breeder!”

She gripped him tighter between his thighs, as though afraid he might separate from her, but that was the last thing on Roderick’s mind. The pleasure built up to an unbearable crescendo, one last thrust into her passage sending him flatering over the edge.

Just like the moment before a cannon shot, there was a moment where time seemed to stand still, and then he doubled over, planting his hands to either side of her trembling frame as his rod seized up. Skyseeker opened her mouth in a silent wail as he plunged a rope of his emission into her Skaven reaches, grinding his hips forward to plunge it as deep inside her as he could. He growled like a beast as he felt her narrow walls tighten in response, Skyseeker draping her arms over his shoulders as their shared bliss made her its plaything.

Her rolling walls encouraged a second rope of his ejaculate to surge forth, his hips pumping of their own accord as he plugged the hot mess directly into her womb. He could feel that little chamber filling to capacity, his seed bubbling out of it and down his shaft once there was nowhere else to go. Just as he’d advised Skyseeker, he let pure instinct dictate his movements, the pair thrusting against each other in an attempt to keep the pleasure rising ever higher, their mating reaching such untethered limits of carnality that even Slaanesh would have blushed at their sordid dance.

Their clumsy limbs locked together, her pin nose brushing his as they sought out a desperate kiss, Roderick feeling her pliant tongue fill his mouth. They were so mismatched, but he couldn’t be more glad that they had made this work, the fact they had forced their way through countless biological differences was a feet worthy of champions.

Her soft walls roiled around him in an almost milking motion, encouraging another load of his emission to cascade forth. Their combined fluids were leaking out of her now, wetting their thighs, the dripping sounds it made making Roderick blush.

The bliss seemed to stretch on into the minutes, when in reality only a few fleeting moments had passed, Roderick’s sense of time washing away as he relaxed into Skyseeker’s arms, sagging on top of her, the Skaven adjusting so that he wasn’t crushing her.

Like climbing out of a dream, Roderick opened his eyes, the lingering afterglow, along with her musk, making him giddy and not a little weak at the knees. He looked to see Skyseeker was peering back at him, her lust-filled gaze sending another shock of emotion coursing through him.

“Not bad for a man-thing,” Skyseeker giggled, leaning back to bask in the afterglow. She was being flippant, but her tone betrayed her satisfaction. He wondered how she felt, revelling in this new world of sensations, having her virginity claimed, the satisfied look on her face giving him all the answers he needed.

Roderick winced as he tried to slide out of her, but met resistance soon after. The circle of muscle walling her womb tightening over the rib of his glans, as did her entrance, the lips sealing over the base of his cock. It felt like someone had slipped a pair of cockrings on him.

“Gods,” he grunted. “how much control do you have down there?”

“Mine,” she chimed, her leg coiling over one of his legs, her legs tightening their grip on his waist as they sealed around him. Now he was really stuck, shivers of pleasure rolling up his spine as he tried to buck out of her, but finding himself unable to move.

“Come on, lass, let go.”

“Mine,” she said again. “It’s my cock now, Rick-rod, time for me to use it.”

“Woah, hang on,” he said, groaning when she started to shake her hips. “So soon? I need a break first.”

“Well I don’t! Come on, Rick-rod, hurry-hurry!”

“Give me a few minutes first, alright? Not everyone here can come over and again.”

“Urgh, fine. Still my cock though,” she added, giggling when Roderick gave up his efforts. It looked like he was staying lodged inside her for the time being, not that he was complaining. He could feel their shared fluids sloshing around him, his glans plugging what felt like an obscene amount of it inside her womb.

“Pet my ears,” she mumbled, lifting one of his arms to her face, Roderick obliging with a quiet chuckle, stroking the membrance in random directions. “Did I do it right?” she added. “Did I make you feel good? Please say yes-yes…”

“You were wonderful,” he replied, nuzzling against her in the equivalent of a Skaven kiss. “but I can see one or two bits you could improve on…”

“Then Skaven will just have to practice!” she chimed, taking his joke as a serious comment. “Will be on Rick-rod’s level in no time!”

“You may need to be bred several times for that to happen,” he said, lifting his gaze to her own. Her irises dilated, the implication enrapturing her.

“Then claim me,” she urged, her muzzle breaking into a mischievous grin. “Claim me a hundred times, a thousand! When we reach desert, I want to be so claimed I can’t even walk-scurry!”

“I’ll make it so,” he chuckled, leaning forward to bring her lips in range of his, gently starting to piston his hips once more.

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