Warp Token Update

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A sudden urge rose up through his core, his approaching orgasm setting his nerves into overdrive, Roderick taking fistfuls of the sheets in a bid to stave it off. Skyseeker’s punishing swallowing motions put a damper on the effort, one last stroke of her tongue sending him over the edge. His cock jumped as the first rope of his emission splashed into her mouth, all the muscles in his waist contracting as his back arched, forcing him as deep into Skyseeker’s mouth as was possible.

Her eyes widened as his emission filled her palate, the Skaven pulling back, chewing on his dick with just the glans inside her lips. The sensation brought forth a second wad is his seed, the powerful contraction making the rat recoil in alarm. It landed against her snout, the pearly fluid dangling over her lip, where it hung for a moment before falling to the bed.

Unfiltered pleasure made Roderick a panting mess, another spurt of his come surging forth, this one falling down his shaft. His head filled with static, Roderick releasing a sigh as the pulses of ecstasy gave way to lingering euphoria.

He collapsed onto the bed, where he stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, his senses gradually returning. Eventually he looked down, seeing that Skyseeker was in quite the state. His seed was all over her snout, her drool spilling out of the corner of her mouth, her expression only describable as one who isn’t quite sure of where they are.

She blinked all of a sudden, the two staring one another down for a moment before she raised a questioning hand.

“What is this swill?” she asked, Roderick noting a drop of his come was dangling from her claw.

“It’s… semen.”

“Semen? Ha! Sounds like sea-man. Anyways, do I eat it?”

“Sky’, you may not want to-”

She coiled her long tongue around her digit, dragging the lurid mess into her mouth. She smacked her lips, scrunched her face, then tilted her head in thought.

“Mm. Spicy, and salty! I shall call it… spalty!”

Roderick watched as she bent down, beginning to lick his cock clean of their shared fluids, knifes of pleasure stabbing through his lingering afterglow. She didn’t leave an inch uncleaned, and when his member was wiped free of his emission, she propped herself up on an arm, licking her lips.

She noticed he was staring, cocking her head at him. “What?” she asked in an innocent voice.

“Uh, you missed a spot, right here,” he said, pointing at his face.

“Man-thing’s face not messy!”

“No I mean- ah, hold on.”

He sat up, Skyseeker tracking him as he grabbed the corner of the sheets, and used it to wipe down her muzzle, cleaning it of the cloud fluid draped over her muzzle.

“I should have warned you that would happen,” he said, dropping the sheet. “Praise Sigmar but I needed that…”

“No apologising necessary,” she said, waving a hand. “was good surprise. Did I… did I do good?”

She drummed her fingers nervously at that, Roderick smiling as he tok her by the chin. He guided her closer, the two sharing another wanting kiss, pouring their shared desire into every lick and stroke. By all the Gods’ the combination of her soft lips and fuzzy fur was driving him crazy.

Her tongue was longer than his, able to glance the back of his throat with ease, Skyseeker sensing that he was about to choke, pulling back at the last moment. He guided her onto her back, ravishing each other without pause, Roderick taking her by the hips.

When they broke apart, saliva dripping from their mouths, Skyseeker batted her eyes at him, closing one for just a little bit longer as she blinked through a daze.

“T-Take that as a yes-yes…” she muttered. “W-What now?”

“Now it’s my turn,” he replied, mapping out her hourglass figure with his hands. Her fur bulged from out behind her belts and straps, fastened far tighter than what should be comfortable.

He struggled with one of the belts, finding that lifting the clip left barely any room to manoeuvre, his frustrated grumbled making Skyseeker snicker.

“Not know how belts work, man-thing?”

“I don’t know how you breath inside these things,” he muttered, finally succeeding in freeing the belt, tossing it aside with a clatter. “And so many as well! Who on Sigmar’s name needs, what, ten belts?”

“Eleven, actually,” Skyseeker corrected with a raised claw. “And how do you not need pockets and pouches? Man-things so underarmed…”

“Or you’re just over armed…”

Seeing he needed it, Skyseeker helped him, reaching for another belt looped over her belly. He had seen how many weapons she’d handed over to the captain back in Portomaggoire, but the amount of storage she possessed never ceased to surprise him. They looked made of leather, probably looted or stolen from his people if he had to guess, as he didn’t imagine Skaven leatherworkers were a thing.

Once they were done, all that Skyseeker was wearing was her sling, her bust contained within the dark cloth. The wobbled slightly along with her rapid breathing, Skyseeker bundling them up in her arms nervously as he ogled at them.

“Just relax, Sky’,” he said, smirking at her as he eased her hands away. He allowed her to take her time, wanting her to be the one to remove her improvised bra. She nodded after a few seconds, then hooked a thumb beneath the sling, peeling the garment slowly away, putting a display on for him whether she intended to or not.

Black fur gave way to two distinct globes, Roderick watching as the sling caught on two protrusions. As the garment dragged higher, two perky breasts clapped down onto her chest, coated in a shiny layer of fur just like the rest of her. Skyseeker’s build was like a swimmer, svelte and lithe, and while her breasts were similarly modest, they were a perfect teardrop shape, bouncing just a little bit with her movements.

They were a little bigger than he had expected, their weight must have been straining against the sling, making them appear flat, but he could see they were full and firm, the fur making them all the more appealing. She made to bundle them up again, but she hesitated partway through the movement, noting his expression.

“S-Skaven not as big as man-thing breeders,” she said in a self-conscious voice.

“Indeed not,” he admitted, Skyseeker faltering at that. “But, you’re not as lithe or as shapely as they are, lass, and I wouldn’t have that any other way.”

Her expression lifted, Skyseeker beaming at his words, Roderick reaching out a hand to her chest, diving it into one of her breasts. Her flesh was so tender, the fat spilling between his fingers with an impossible softness. She sucked in a harsh gasp, her thighs snapping together below him, her voice tapering into a sigh as he applied some pressure, his knuckles sinking wonderfully into her supple bosom.

“EEK!” she exclaimed, reaching up and smacking him on the forehead. “Stupid man-thing! Th-That hurts!”

“I-I’m sorry,” he replied, rubbing his temple, his flesh swelling where she’d hit him. He should have known they’d be sensitive beyond doubt, nobody had touched her there, she might not have even touched them herself if she was reacting so strongly.

“Better be sorry,” she grumbled. “have half mind to cut breeding short right now-now.”

“If that’s your wish,” he replied, calling her bluff. He made to climb off the bed, and Skyseeker got all of two seconds before she stopped him, using her tail to seize his wrist and drag him back. That thing was a lot stronger than he would have guessed.

“I was just joking!” she chittered. “Imbecile…”

“I’ll be gentle this time,” he assured, Skyseeker eyeing him suspiciously as he returned to he chest. He silenced her concerns by drawing in for another kiss, her hesitance melting away as she closed the distance between them of her own accord. It seemed she was growing to like his way of expressing affection.

The broke away with a wet smack, Roderick returning his attention to her breasts. This time when he reached out, he was careful not to be too rough, and handle her with all the delicacy he could muster.

He drew slow circles with his thumb, her boob firm and supple beneath his movements, eliciting a gasp from the Skaven. It was a perfect handful, her soft flesh filling his palm as he cupped it, shaped it, lifted it in new ways that excited her. She squirmed and writhed, but kept her complaints sealed behind bared teeth. Perhaps his hands were too much for her at the moment.

An idea came to mind, and he slowly let go of her boobs, the way they bounced as they settled mesmerising him. Planting his hands to either side of her, he bent down, and pressed his face into her cleavage, her boobs acting like soft pillows on either side of his face. Her fur was wet on his cheeks, she must be sweating, and once again his nose filled with her scent, as strong as a drug now that he was buried up to his nose in her fragrance. Had her smell always been this rich and sexy?

“R-Rick-rod,” she moaned. “What are you doing?”

He answered her by sliding his cheek against her bosom, positioned one of her nipples below his lips. Her prorsuion was swollen, a soft pink in colour, covered slightly by her coat. He brushed the nearby fur aside with his finger, slowly drawing the nipple into his mouth.

Now he could be a lot more placating with his attentions, stroking his tongue over her areola in one smooth circle, pinching it between his lips. Skyseeker released a comely whine, but did not whack him in the head this time, pushing her bust out in invitation to him.

Her arms looped around his shoulders, Roderick glancing up to see her eyes were shut tight, her head thrown back at an awkward angle. Seeing how receptive she could be was driving him crazy, the urge to just take her already was becoming harder to resist with each second.

He crawled his lips lower, his tongue following the muscular channels in her belly, Roderick sliding a hand down her hip. Everything about her was inhumanely soft, yet she was not a weak individual, flexing muscle pressing up against wherever he touched. It was as though she were a marble statue come to life, her body as lean as a dancer or swimmer, her muscles sculpted by a lifetime of hardship. How she had managed to hide such beauty from her horny kinsman, he had no idea.

As his mouth brushed the beginnings of her mound, he loped his arms behind her long legs, slipping his hands across the sheets to cup her butt. Through touch alone, he could sense how pert they were, her cheeks flexing with steely muscles as he gave them a little pinch. Yet her loincloth prevented him from feeling all, Roderick wasting no time in sliding the cloth down.

“Wait-Wait,” Skyseeker muttered, reaching for the waistband. She was moving too slow for Roderick, so he just tugged her underwear down on his own, but he barely moved it an inch before meeting resistance. “I said wait!” she complained, turning onto one leg and moving a hand to her rump.