Warp Token Update

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“Some are more endowed than others,” he replied, her candour making him blush. She was treating his member like it was a puzzle box waiting to be solved, Skyseeker turning her head this way and that, her warm breath blowing across his sensitive flesh.

Roderick lurched as she hooked her fingers over his shaft, her impossibly soft fur sliding against him. “It’s squishy!” she giggled, testing his firmness by squeezing her hand. “Like a tail! Squish squish squeesh…”

She started swirling him around he was a ladle, his member flopping against his belly and thighs.

“C-Cut that out!” he stammered, barely holding back his own laughter as he seized her arm. “It’s sensitive, lass.”

“But I want to make you feel good!” she squeaked, still not taking her eyes off his organ. “Tell me what to do with the cock-penis.”

“What do you think you should do?” he asked back.

She chewed on a nail in thought, considering for a moment.

“I want to… kiss it. Is that wrong?”

“Not at all,” he replied, his heart hammering as she moved closer, directing her muzzle towards his tip. She pressed her lips against him, a smacking sound filling the room as she planted a lingering peck on his glans, his shaft twitching in response. Nodding to herself as though answering some unspoken thought, she next introduced her tongue, sliding her hot, slippery organ all the way up his underside from base to tip, the Skaven smacking her lips as she sampled his taste.

“Man-thing musk is… is salty,” she mused, Roderick sighing as she kissed his groin once more. “It’s so hot!” she added between licks. “Hotter than warpforge! How do your pants not burn right off?”

She planted her hands on his thighs, her delicate fur tickling him, Roderick shivering as shocks of pleasure travelled up his spine. She continued her attentions for a few minutes more, running her hands across his legs all the while, mapping out their shape, her movements giving him an idea.

“You can use your hands, too,” he muttered, Skyseeker pausing her licking to reply.

“Paws,” she corrected.

“Right. Use your paws to stroke it.”

“Like this?” she asked, raising her arm and then patting his length like she was patting a dog.

“No, no,” he chuckled, Skyseeker cocking her head at him. “I said stroke, not pet.”

“Oh, excuse Skaven while I find a man-thing dictionary real quick!” she shot back with a frown, but his laughter was infectious, and she soon grinned, giggling down at him. Exploring your partner’s anatomy should be fun as well as pleasurable, and he was glad to see she was pushing through her earlier insecurity.

He took her paw in his hand, her tail flicking against his legs as he did, wrapping her fingers around his erection. He guided her fingers up and down, and when he let go, she continued the motion, working into a slow rhythm.  

Roderick leaned back on his elbows, releasing a sigh as her delicate coat encompassed him. He was hyperaware of each individual strand of her furry coat, the way it skimmed against his sensitive flesh a sensation he could only describe as sublime.

“Your hands are so soft,” he mumbled, her gentle strokes making him breathless. “Even the finest Imperial silks cannot compare…”

“You like my fur?” she cooed, adding little squeezes to her slow pumping. He felt her pillowy lips return to his member, Skyseeker combining her attentions just like he’d said. She planted sucking kisses at various points down his length, but then she grinned to herself, moving her hand down to the base of his shaft as she wetted her lips in anticipation.

With a cackle, she slid his glans into her mouth, hot slimy flesh folding over his tip, her lips sealing around the rib of his glans. He felt smooth length of her tongue coil around him, its tapered tip slipping out of her lips to coat more of his length in a sheen of her saliva, Roderick curling his toes as the lining of her cheeks folded around him.

He lay back, letting his muscles relax as she applied more pressure with her hand, his vision glossing over. Roderick jolted when he felt something pointy press into the spine of his rod, collecting himself as she shot Skyseeker a frown.

“Watch the teeth,” he warned. “I’d rather keep this part of me intact, thank you very much.”

“Relaxation, Rick-rod,” she replied around his cock, the vibrations of her voice sending tingles through his core. “will be as careful as Skaven.”

“That’s what worries me…”

She opened her muzzle wide, giving him a clear view down her throat, Roderick watching as she let his length rest upon the flat of her tongue. She had only four teeth that he could see, an incisor trailing up from her lower jaw, and another poking out just behind the cleft of her upper lip. They were longer than his fingers when she splayed them out like that, a touch of alarm punching through his growing arousal.

He put such worries to the back of his mind. He had faith in Skyseeker, she was being gentle thus far, and he trusted her not to hurt him.

She slowly closed her muzzle, her incisors vicing against his length from both sides, applying a soft pressure. Her eyes locked with his as she slowly drew him out of her mouth, letting her teeth glide against his member, the unusual sensation catching Roderick off-guard.

“You’re creative for someone new to this,” he mumbled, his heart fluttering as she pulled away, her lips still connected to his tip by a thick strand of her drool. She smirked behind his length, then pulled him back into her mouth, digging the points of her incisors in a little harder this time. The sensations sent electric shocks coursing through him, Roderick throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.

“Look at you,” she chittered, lifting her head away, still maintaining her slow, deliberate strokes with her hand. “Said I was cute before, but big man-thing trembling all over from just little licks. Ha!”

He made to voice a response, but she silenced him with another sordid kiss, the Skaven quickly figuring out his glans were his most sensitive area. She doted on him like that, alternating between using her teeth and her tongue, always keeping her movements slow, sensual. She was taking his warning to heart, keeping her speed cautious, Roderick overcome with desire at how considerate she was being.

“You can speed up a little,” he said. “yeah, like that, that’s good…”

She tightened her grip, bringing to pump him in quick, short bursts, her fur adding a wonderful texture to the friction. She was right, his extremities felt like they were quaking, it was a good thing he was laying down.

“What’s this thing?” Skyseeker asked, bringing her free hand below his shaft, and cupping his testicles.

Roderick released a sound he wouldn’t have dared let any soul hear, one that made the devious little rat smirk up at him.

“Steady on, there,” he warned. “My balls are sensitive.”

“Balls!” she echoed, giggling. “Good name for things. Is Rick-rod sensitive all over or something? First cock-penis, now these…”

“It’s doubly so for them. I mean it, lass, I know you like weak points, but you’ll knock me out of commission if you make one wrong move.”

“Oh ho!” she exclaimed, taking his words as more of an exciting prospect than a warning. She weighed his sack in her hand, lifting and lowering it as she tested their weight. He never seemed to get used to her fur, his crotch feeling like it was being buried in warm velvet, and he didn’t want to get used to the novel sensation.

She didn’t leave his cock alone even as she prodded his lower manhood, Skyseeker pursing his tip between her incisors, nibbling on his glans gently. Her eyes flicked to his as she drank in his reaction, the Skaven giggling as he supressed a moan.

“What else?” she asked suddenly, Roderick blinking his eyes back into focus.

“W-What?”

“Said you like Skaven fur. What else does man-thing like about me?” she elaborated. “Riddle was nice, but details are nicer.”

“Well,” he began, his voice wavering as she returned to nibbling on his glans. It came off as intentional, like she wanted to expose his weakness while having him flatter her. “As I said, your fur is immaculate, and words wouldn’t do justice to its colour, or texture. And your ears, the way the pink stand out against it, it makes you look… cute.”

“I told you not to call me that!” she chided, applying more pressure around his base with her palm. It definitely had the effect of knocking him off-kilter, yet Roderick felt electrified with pleasure. “Proceed,” she added after collecting herself.

“I like that, below all that fur, you’re a loyal, pragmatic woman, whose so… uninhibited, but not in a bad way. Where I come from, the women are meek, prissy, and are expected to defer to their husbands or fathers. But you, lass, you’re not afraid to speak your mind, even if what you say can sometimes be nonsensical. You’re unlike any maiden I’ve ever known, and ever since we had that bath… I can’t seem to get you out of my thoughts.”

Skyseeker’s smile widened with every word spoken, and she reached up to fiddle with her ear like a woman might ruffle their hair.

“Skaven is pretty great, yes-yes…” she cooed. “N-Not that I didn’t know all that already. Should reward man-thing for flattering…”

Skyseeker upped her tempo, pulling his glans into her mouth, then sliding her soft lips down his shaft, taking him all the way to the base. As she kissed his belly, Roderick felt his cock rub against the gooey roof of her mouth, his length flexing at its textured surface. She raked him with her tongue, mapping out the curves and turns of his veins, returning to his glans and lapping the rib in the way she knew he liked.

She’d clench her incisors against his base every now and then, not following any sort of rhythm, making sure Roderick never knew when to expect the sharp texture of her teeth. She was a quick learner if she was doing that on purpose.

Roderick’s length pulsed alongside his heartbeat, mirroring her change in speed. He watched as her pink tongue slid out of her lips to lap at his balls, Skyseeker cradling them in her palm so she could reach them. Every nerve in his body was alight with tingles, each one a shock of electricity with ever wind and coil of her tongue.

Wet, lurid sounds filled the cabin as she began bobbing her head in his lap, the copious amounts of her saliva allowing the Skaven to glide back and forth on his shaft. Each time she kissed his base, his hips thrust of their own accord, his body unable to differentiate her narrow muzzle from a lover’s loins.

She steadied herself by grabbing his hip, as though afraid his sudden arching might throw her off, her red eyes shining as she glanced up at him. She was becoming ruthless in her pace, Roderick closing his eyes as wet flesh and warm fur cradled his sensitive parts.

“S-Skyseeker,” he groaned. “slow down a little…”

“Man-fing urt?” she asked around his rod.

“No, but-”

She wasn’t listening, continuing her desperate plunging with a renewed enthusiasm, Roderick’s words catching in his throat. He let loose an unbecoming moan as he felt the saliva bubbling around him begin to swirl, the noise of Skyseeker gulping reaching his ears. She was swallowing around him, voicing little moans as she took him all the way to her throat, her tail flicking around behind her. Just how was she not gagging right now? Perhaps her lung capacity far exceeded his own.