Warp Token

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“A kiss,” he answered. “It’s something humans do to express affection. Did you like it?”

She answered him by leaning in, thrusting her mismatched lips to his, Roderick placing a hand on the nearby bulwark so he didn’t lose his balance. This time it was he who found himself on the defence, Skyseeker’s winding tongue coiling into his mouth, his cheeks bulging as she locked their organs together. She placed her hands on his shoulders, tilting her head to the side to deepen their connection, her desire palpable.

Her scent rose to the forefront of his attention, a rich, womanly smell that made his thoughts cloud over. He took greedy handfuls of her torso before his brain processes his actions, palming the hourglass curve of her waist, her fur as soft as silken sheets. Skyseeker voiced a staggered gasp as he ran his hands over her, the sound snapping him out of his stupor, Roderick blinking as he pulled back. Gods, what had come over him? Her smell had been literally intoxicating…

She released him just before the lack of air became unbearbale, their lips smacking wetly as she sucked in her tongue like it was a strand of spaghetti, returning it to her mouth. She reached down and plucked one of his hands, bringing it to her cheek in a silent request to pet her.

“I-I’ve liked you ever since we met, Rick-rod,” Skyseeker muttered, leaning into his hand as he stroked her cheek. “Actually, that not true, I despised your man-thing musk. Wanted you to die-die after that… ‘incident’ with the horse – after I beat you in duel - but time’s change! Now want different things. Now want you.”

“I’ve likewise had a… change of heart,” Roderick replied, Skyseeker coming in to deliver a quick peck on his lips. “When that ogre almost killed you, it made me realise that our time together is fleeting, and if I didn’t take the opportunity soon, I may never get the chance again.”

“Won’t be long before boat reaches desert,” she confirmed. She took out a chunk of warpstone from a pocket, inhaling the fumes trailing from the glowing rock. She sighed, placing the rock away as she addressed him. “All better reason to start breeding now-now.”

Roderick sputtered like a blabbering mental patient, Skyseeker watching in amusement as he tried to formulate coherent words.

“S-Steady on, lass!” he managed to say. “We only just kissed a second ago, and now you want to…?”

“You’re the one saying flattering riddles,” she shot back. “Way I see it, Rick-rod been planning this scheme for a while. Too much time wasted planning, time to start acting.”

“I… I’d thought you’d be a little more pensive about this,” Roderick admitted. “The way you talked about how Skaven treat your women, your experiences with those who found out about what you are, I expected you to be practically against bre… laying, with someone.”

“Rick-rod not like rat males,” she explained. “You make me feel… safe, always protecting Skaven wherever I go. Know you won’t hurt me-me. I… trust you.”

She pawed her face in a way that came off as embarrassed, Roderick knowing full well she didn’t say the word trust lightly. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, Skyseeker closing her eyes as she revelled in the sensation. Protecting her was an understatement, he’d duel with Khorne himself just to put Skyseeker more at ease.

He was about to kiss her once more when the clocking of boots drew his attention, Roderick meeting the eyes of a sailor walking by. He couldn’t care less what these men thought of him in that moment, but a crowded deck that still smelt of blood was no place for confessions and intimacy.

“Let us retire to the cabin,” Roderick suggested, rising to his feet. “We can get some privacy there.”

“Good plan-scheme,” Skyseeker snickered, flashing him a mischievous grin as she took him by the hand. She dragged him across the length of the ship, Roderick stumbling along after her, the sailors parting before the rushing couple.

Roderick had never met someone who had come on so strong before. It was almost a little intimidating, having a woman take the lead, but Skyseeker’s forwardness was something he liked about her.

-xXx-

Roderick followed Skyseeker into their cabin, closing the door behind him. It was dark inside. A solitary candle sitting on the desk cast a dim, flickering light across the walls, Skyseeker’s black fur letting her meld into the shadows, giving her an air of mystery as he struggled to pick out her details.

“So! We are here,” Skyseeker began, stating the obvious. Her tail flicked in a way he came to know as a sign of nervousness, her red eyes gleaming as she met his gaze.

“Indeed,” he replied, unsure how else to respond.

“How does breeding work?”

“How does…? Of course, you wouldn’t know,” he sighed, shaking his head. She must be untouched, given what he knew of her history.

“I-I know!” she stammered. “I know everything about breeding, official expert in Skavenblight! But,” she added, looking away bashfully. “hypothetically, if Skaven didn’t know how to breed – which I do – then how would rat proceed? Relay the plan.”

“Making love isn’t about planning or following instructions, it’s about just following your instincts. That being said, I think the first step is to get out of this armour.”

Roderick made his way to the collapsible bed, turning to sit on the edge as he fiddled with his gauntlets, fumbling a few times in his haste to be rid of the armour. He felt Skyseeker’s gaze all over him, the Skaven looking him over unreservedly as he gradually disrobed, Roderick setting the armour plates on the floor.

When he was only wearing his tunic and trousers, he made to remove the former, then hesitated. Skyseeker was lingering by the door, one long leg crossed in front of the other, her tail going crazy behind her. Her earlier enthusiasm seemed to have diminished.

“Come,” he said, beckoning with a hand. “you don’t have to gawk from all the way over there.”

“I-I gawk whenever I want!” she snapped, but she skittered across the cabin all the same. She sat down beside him, her soft thigh pressing up against his left leg, batting her lashes at him as she lifted her muzzle. He cupped her chin in his palm, moving in to peck her once on the nose, then on the lips, her tongue sneaking out in a silent invitation. She moaned into his mouth, every little sound she made making his spine shiver, the Skaven pawing at his chest as they maintained another passionate kiss.

The taste of her saliva was sweet on his coiling tongue, and when Skyseeker pulled away to catch her breath, thick strands of their mingled spit still connected them, the web falling to the sheets between them.

“W-What’s next?” she muttered, switching her focus between his eyes. “N-Not that I don’t mind this kissing, but isn’t there… more-more?”

“You really are new at this, aren’t you?” he laughed, but it wasn’t a mocking laugh. The fact he was laying with an unspoiled maiden, Skaven or otherwise, was igniting his most base male urges. While he was tempted to just go straight for the main event, her experiences in the breeding pits gave him pause, andhe thought it best he should tread lightly, take things slow so as not to startle or overwhelm her.

“As I said, just follow your instincts,” he continued. “We can kiss some more, you could touch me, or we could just cuddle. We can do whatever we feel like.”

“I want to touch you,” she replied, not voicing it like a question, but not voicing it like an order either. He made to unbutton his tunic, but she stopped him, the Skaven placing her hands on his.

“Let Skaven do it,” she insisted, Roderick nodding as he let his arms rest by his sides. She pulled back the collar of the shirt, Roderick helping to slip his shoulders out from beneath it, Skyseeker fumbling with the buttons. She quickly worked out how to use them, popping them off one by one and exposing his chest, Skyseeker tilting her head like a curious dog as she admired him.

He shivered as she planted her wet nose against his pectoral, rubbing her muzzle against his skin, seemingly delighting in the texture of his skin. Her many whiskers tickled him with each twist of her head, Roderick chuckling as they brushed his nipples.

“What so funny?” Skyseeker asked, some of her usual gruffness returning, the rat undoing the rest of his buttons as she awaited his answer.

“Your whiskers,” he said. “they’re tickling me.”

He squirmed when she nuzzled her cheek against his chest again, Roderick batting at her playfully when she didn’t relent, his laughter filling the cabin.

“Skaven still has secret weapons hidden from Rick-rod!” Skyseeker snickered, apparently finding this newfound admission very amusing.

She freed the last button, Roderick discarding the tunic over his shoulder, Skyseeker wasting no time in running her hands all over his naked torso. He faltered as she traced the indents of his abs with her fingers, her hands clad in that luxuriant furry coat of hers, like she was wearing a pair of gloves made from the finest silks.

“Rick-rod is so smooth and soft,” she cooed. “like fur, but not fur…”

“W-Watch the claws,” he muttered, shivering when she drew a line from his belly to his chest with a nail. She didn’t apply enough pressure to cut him, but enough that his nerves were set alight with tingles wherever she grazed him.

“Rick-rod is so sensitive,” Skyseeker mused, testing the firmness of his chest, her furry palms warm to the touch. “Not thought that was case for someone so… big. Another weakness to add to the collection! Hehe!”

“You really enjoy finding people’s vulnerabilities, don’t you?”

“Skaven always looking for exploitations,” she explained, making a point of brushing her palms over his nipples, knowing full well they were his most sensitive points. “To survive under-empire, one must figure out enemy weak points, while not revealing their own in the process. Difference between death and life!”

“Making love’s a whole other thing.”

“Not from where I sit-sit,” she replied. “Knowing more man-thing weaknesses than could have ever hoped for, should take notes later, yes-yes…”

Soon her explorations roamed lower, Skyseeker testing the firmness of his abs with her warm paws, leaving no inch of him untouched as she mapped him out. There was no need for modesty or reservations like back in the inn, and Roderick likewise took shameless handfuls of her in turn. He placed a hand on her muscular core, her soft coat hiding away bundles of flexible muscle that flexed at his touch, Skyseeker gasping as he copped a handful of her butt, her cheek tensing through the loincloth she wore. He travelled up her spine, his progress halted by one of her many belts strapped over her waist.

He went to undo the belt, but Skyseeker snapped her fingers together, bringing his attention back to her face.

“Want to see more of you, Rick-rod,” she breathed in a pleading voice, pointing down at his trousers, and the conspicuous bulge tenting his crotch.

“Alright,” he replied, motioning her to move away. He lay down on the cot, swinging his legs up onto the mattress, unclipping his belt. He pushed his thumbs below the waistband, then tugged it down, his shaft catching on his briefs before it bounced free.

Her attentions had brought rushing blood to his member, a pang of self-consciousness blooming in his chest as Skyseeker stared at his cock for what felt like a whole minute. Finally her eyes rose to meet his, and she tilted her head in that way she always did when she was confused.

“What’s this thing?” she asked innocently. She cut him off before he got a word out. “Wait! As in, what do you call thing?”

“It’s a… cock,” he replied. “Or a penis, whichever.”

“It’s a big one!” she exclaimed, climbing over his leg and kneeling between his thighs. “Are all man-thing cock-penis’ this substantial?”

“Some more than others,” he replied, her words making him blush.