Warp Token 2 Word Update

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“Want to do some roleplay, eh lass?” he asked. “Alright.”

She squeaked as he scooped her into his arms, her tail coiling around his hip like a little snake, her hood falling back to expose the rest of her face. He rose to his feet, taking her with him.

“Oh, stupid man-thing,” Skyseeker giggled. “How dare you try to carry poor, oblivious, unsuspecting Skaven. Now I’m helpless! Please don’t take advantage of poor, unsuspecting Skaven and breed me until I scream…”

Roderick walked over and bent Skyseeker over the countertop, knocking a few sundry items aside. He was a little rougher than he’d intended, but the Skaven seemed to enjoy it, cackling to herself as she spread her legs wider in invitation.

She pushed her butt out, giving it a little wiggle that made her soft cheeks wobble. She was wearing a painfully tight wrapping of cloth across her waist, the material so dark it was a little hard to make out against her black fur, making it almost seem like she was naked.

Leaning her hands on the counter, she turned to peer back at him, grinning as her flexible tail reared up like a giant cobra. Reaching back to peel away one of her cheeks, she moved her tail between her legs, using its tip to draw aside her underwear.

An enticing sliver of bright pink drew his eyes like a magnet, the Skaven’s entrance glistening with her juices, soaking the ring of fur surrounding her nethers. Aside from a slight change in position, there was nothing much out of the ordinary.

“Brutish man-thing,” Skyseeker cackled. “What you doing now? You going to fill my breeding chamber with your pups?”

Roderick stepped closer, letting her soft rump squash against his legs. Despite her heavenly handjob, he was already hard, her scent like an ambrosia for his cock, so sweet and enticing. He placed his member between her cheeks, letting a few teasing moments pass as he rubbed it up and down the cleft of her ass, her soft fur tickling him.

“Put it in already!” Skyseeker demanded. “Want to-to feel Rick-rod cock allllll the way inside. Make me your broodmother, Rick-rod.”

She could talk wonderfully dirty when the mood took her, Roderick’s heart beating harder in his chest. He took his dick into his hand, and pushed the tip towards her entrance, which flexed as though to welcome him. He could feel her heat, only a degree or two short from burning him, Roderick taking in a breath as he prepared to feel her entrance cling to his length.

Just as he pressed his tip against her small opening, the door flung open with enough force to bang against the wall. Roderick, still holding his cock, looked up to see Wilfred in the doorway, panting as though he’d just run a marathon.

“Roderick, we have a problem. Join me on the deck, there’s-”

The wizard chocked on his next words, registering what he was seeing. Skyseeker, bent over the countertop, with Roderick standing right behind her, naked from the waist-down. Both lovers looked to eachother, then to the druid.

“FRED-WIL!” Skyseeker exclaimed. “THIS IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”

For a long time, those were the only words exchanged, the old man blinking back at the pair. Even the guard, who was peeking over his shoulder to see what all the commotion was, had nothing to say.

“U-Uhm, well then,” Wilfred said. “Apologies for the interruption. I’ll be outside. Don’t be long, this is urgent.”

Wilfred bolted faster out of the cabin than his old age would suggest, closing the door shut behind him. Roderick exchanged a glance with Skyseeker, and after a pause, the two shared a chuckle.

“So much for keeping this a secret,” Roderick said.

“Skaven has inkling that Fred-wil knew we were breeding,” Skyseeker replied. “Now he is certified voyeur! I KNEW IT.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” he replied.

“Do we finish?” Skyseeker asked, looking pointedly between him and his member.

“We should probably see what all the commotion is about,” Roderick said, stepping away and pulling up his briefs.

“Aww, come on, just one little breed for the road.”

“You heard him, he said there was a problem,” Roderick insisted, wagging a finger at her. “And we should probably apologise at some point, too. Poor man looked like he nearly had a heart attack.”

“He should be apologizing for interruptions,” Skyseeker said, but she relented, placing her underwear back on and scampering off the counter. “Let’s scurry-move and solve the man-thing problems. As is usual.”

-xXx-

A group of the Imperial officers were clustered at the bow of the ship, raising hands to their brows to shield the setting sun, facing towards the south. Roderick recognised Von Kessel among their number, peering through a magnifying glass. The click of wood on wood as Wilfred used his staff like a walking stick announced them, the Captain turning to greet them.

“Roderick,” he said with a curt nod. He did not so much as look in Skyseeker’s direction. “Come take a look at this.”

He offered his glass, Roderick raising it to his eye. The lens brought the waves right up to his face, Roderick sweeping the device across the horizon. It took him a moment to find what Von Kessel was referring to.

At first, they were dark shapes on the limits of his vision, but after adjusting the focus, they turned into ships. The hulls looked like they were made of bronze, with towering masts with huge canvas sheets catching on the wind. The sails were utterly botched, as though a giant cat had shredded them apart, yet he could tell from the way the prows sliced through the waves of foam that the ships were cruising at a steady speed. Their course put them directly in line with Roderick’s scope.

He could not see any colours to identify them, but he could see numerous, maybe hundreds of figures scurrying about the decks. Their was some sort of flag mounted on the crows nest, but the crest was just a bunch of scribbles, but that in of itself was enough to know who those ships belonged to.

“Skaven,” Roderick muttered, lowering the glass. “I thought the Brettonians kept these waters clear.”

“They may have followed us from the Tilean borders,” Von Kessel mused. “Though we left the border almost a week ago. They shouldn’t have been abel to keep pace with us and avoid my spotters for this long.”

“They used other docks, dummy,” Skyseeker interjected. “Skavenblight is not only place with warships ready to go.”

“The only places to dock, are the Estalian and Bordeleaux coasts,” Von Kessel scoffed. “And both are controlled by the armies of men. How could Skaven launch ships from either?”

Skyseeker just cackled, and that seemed to be her answer.

“Where they came from matters little,” Wilfred added. “The question is what we are going to do with them. Are we to turn and fight, Captain?”

“The odds aren’t favourable,” Von Kessel mused. “Two against one is a tall order, even for a wolfship. And Skaven warships are much faster given those… alien contraptions they have for engines.”

“If I was you Kessel-man – and Horned Rat kill me if that were case – I’d flee-scurry. Power of warpfire too strong for you.”

“And If I were you, I’d toss myself overboard,” Von Kessel shot back. “No doubt you are the reason they pursue us, rat. Traitors always get their comeuppance, no matter what race they belong to.”

“They wouldn’t send a fleet of ships just for one Skaven,” Roderick said, stepping in front of Skyseeker defensively. “No, they’re after the relic, not her.”

“That thing and the rat are causing us a lot of problems,” Von Kessel grumbled. “This quest of yours is more perilous than you said it would be, wizard.”

“No peril is too great in service to Sigmar,” Wilfred chided. “What is your call, Captain? Do we fight or flee?”

“As much as it pains me, we cannot face the Skaven like this,” Von Kessel relented. “We are two days from Lyonesse, if the Skaven follow us there we will have support. And there is always the chance we’ll run across a patrol ship in the meantime. Lothar,” he said, turning his attention to one of the man. “I want the drummers to beat full-sail, and every spare man is to take an oar. Pull from the gun crews if you have to, we are avoiding a fight at all costs.”

“As you command,” Lothar said as he hurried off.

“Let me see boats,” Skyseeker asked, Roderick handing her the glass. She brought it up to one of her blood-red eyes. “Horned Rat’s Horns! So far away! How you even see that?”

Roderick flipped the glass so she held it the right way, Skyseeker grumbling in embarrassment. She searched for the warships, scratching her chin with a claw.

“Hmm, Skurvy clanships, obviously, but… wait a second-moment.”

“What?” Roderick asked.

“That Clan Mors banner on the top-top,” she said, glancing at him in alarm.

The name rang a bell. Skyseeker had been part of the Mors Clan, sent out on her own by its leader to recover the relic. They must have found out she had switched sides, but how?

“Mors?” Von Kessel asked. “What is that?”

Skyseeker almost went to say something, but stopped herself. Von Kessel’s theory about the warships coming after her in particular might not be as far-fetched as it first seemed, but she wasn’t about to let the Captain think that.

“Mors is one of the… more numerous Skaven Clans,” Roderick answered. “We fought them many times during our trek across Tilea.”

“Then there may be other ships we cannot see,” Von Kessel said. “I pray the Brettonian Navy finds us sooner or later. These Straits will be our grave otherwise.”

The Captain began barking orders ot his other officers, and Roderick took that as a sign to excuse himself. He pulled Skyseeker aside, making sure they had some privacy before he spoke.

“There’s no mistake, then?” he asked. “Those are ships from your former Clan?”

“Yes-Yes,” Skyseeker replied. “Stupid Kessel-man was right, Percipient Lord Gnawdwell is after me-me.” She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Probably relic too, but Skaven specifically.”

“Surely he would not come himself,” Roderick mused.

“No Skaven breeder has never taken freedom before,” Skyseeker answered. “Each is precious, too valuable to Skavendom to lose! Nimble-witted Gnawdwell will do everything to get one back, and he has paws in all Clans. Warlords, Seers, Warlocks, Assassins, he has all things under his dirty thumb, could send any or all of them to get Skyseeker.”

She looked up at him with wide, worried eyes. He’d never seen her panic so much, not since she’d come a hairs-breadth from the claws of the gryphon they’d escaped in Tilea.

“It won’t come to that,” he said, laying a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m here to protect you, as is everyone on this ship, but it’s not as though you need any of them.”

“What you saying?” she asked.

“Come now, you are Skyseeker, you know how Clan Mors plans its strategies, you know how to fight them better than anyone else here. You should be the least worried one here.”

Skyseeker considered his words for a second, then snapped her fingers, all her troubles vanishing with the sound.

“Horned Rat’s balls, man-thing is right! I know all of Mors’ weaknesses, ha-ha!” She hurried over to the bulwark, raising a fist at the sea. “Hurry up and catch us, stupid Mors things. Find out why-why they call Skyseeker the most deadly breeder in all of Skavendom!”