Warp Token Update

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“Please don’t tell me its being fed by blood,” Roderick mumbled.

They were stood by one of the temples, drawn in by a mysterious glittering just off to the structure’s side. A short stone wall ringed around an outdoor section jutting from the temple’s flank, and inside it was an explosion of colour. Palm trees arranged in a small ring danced in the breeze, their bases obscured by leafy ferns and green bushels. It almost resembled a garden, the low walls holding back the tides of sand from the little oasis.

“Let’s find out,” Skyseeker replied, vaulting over the wall. Her paws landed on soft grass, Skyseeker holding out an arm to push the low-hanging leaves away as she delved deeper, the lapping of water reaching her ears. After a short plunge, she emerged into a clearing, a pool of water standing before her. It was knee deep at its centre, Skyseeker able to see the gravelly bottom from this angle.

“Not look like blood,” she called over her shoulder, Roderick emerging from the ferns a moment later. He made to stop her as she bent over, but wasn’t fast enough, Skyseeker cupping her paw with water and taking a sip. “Mm! Taste’s good!” she added.

“A welcome reprieve,” Roderick sighed, sitting by the water’s edge. He pulled out a waterskin, dipping its thin neck into the pool. “I feared what we’d do on our return trip. We’ve gone through most of our water just getting here.”

Skyseeker didn’t waste any time, casting her cloak and belts aside before plunging into the pool, the cool water soaking her fur through. She dipped her head below its surface, surfacing to shake out the water from her face, splashing Roderick in the process.

The trees and shrubbery was so thick she could almost convince herself she was in a forest, as long as she didn’t look up at the pyramid towering over the backdrop. She was so close now, her prize merely resting at the far end of the city. A part of her urged her to just run full kilter towards the pyramid, but they’d come across evidence that the city was as lifeless as the Orcs, they could afford to take a small rest before the final push.

As she rubbed the water into her hot fur, she felt Roderick’s gaze on her, turning to give the man-thing a coy look.

“You like watching Skaven bathe?” she asked, chuckling as his cheeks blushed. “Care to join me instead of staring?”

“Tempting, but one of us has to stay alert,” he replied, refilling the next waterskin.

“Alert?” she echoed. “for what? Green-things made place into ruin, city thing is completely abandoned.”

“Don’t you think this is too easy?” he asked. “We just up and walked through the walls completely uncontested. This place is supposed to be the sanctuary of an all-powerful weapon, we should have come across some obstacle by now.”

“Maybe Orcs got rid of obstacles?” she suggested, but Roderick wasn’t convinced, his shoulders tensing as he looked over his shoulder, as though he’d sensed something creeping up on them. She should do something to relax him.

“Well, Skaven is glad for break,” she said, lifting a long leg out of the water to scrub her thigh. She angled herself so that Roderick could see the inside of her leg, and like she were a magnet, his eyes wandered over to stare at her again.

“I’m not sure how it is that I’m the one who’s suspicious, and you’re completely relaxed,” he muttered.

“Want to know my secret?” she asked. “I’m finally taking bath after weeks of smelly man-thing ships and walking through hot deserts. Muscles are finally loose. You know what isn’t loose right now?”

She crawled towards the edge of the pool, clutching her sling and folding part of it up, not enough to expose her bosom, but just enough to entice him.

“My pussayyyy,” she added, snickering beneath a paw. Roderick had taught her the word back on the ship, and she liked how it sounded.

“Subtle,” he said. “But perhaps we should keep our guard up, at least until we possess the relic.”

 “You’re no fun! At least do my back-back,” she added, turning around on him. “You can keep watch while you do that, yes-yes?”

She lifted her rump, holding herself there for a few moments before settling into his lap, plucking the waterskin from his hand and casting it away. Her tail slithered over his leg, holding him tight as she writhed against his waist, making sure he felt her springy cheeks through the fabrics they both wore.

“I… very well,” he admitted, running his smooth fingers through the fur on the back of her neck, Skyseeker quietly chuckling to herself. He was already relenting, very good…

She settled in on his thigh, straddling it between her thighs. It didn’t make a very good seat given his armour, but she made do, sighing to herself as she relished the feeling of his hands on her coat.

“Your paws are warm,” she muttered, leaning against his chest and putting as much of her in contact with him as possible. “Use thumbs, yes-yes, like that…”

He pressed his hands deeper into her fur, her flesh twitching in response to his prodding, Roderick drawing slow circles on her shoulders. She loosed a sigh that was a little more comely than appropriate, resting an arm on his leg and fiddling with the belt there and hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“How’s the water?” he asked. “Not too cold?”

His efforts to distract himself were so adorable. She craned her neck, her frame so small compared to his that she had to look up to meet his eyes.

“Why doesn’t man-thing find out for himself?”

He reached for the discarded waterskin, but she slapped his wrist, stopping him. “Wait! Not like that! Like this-this…”

She reached into the pool, cupping her paws, then rose them above her head. She tipped her palms, letting the water cascade down her fuzzy head, droplets travelling down the indents of her muscles, drawing his eyes to her curves.  Hoping he wasn’t dense enough that she had to explain, she remained firmly rooted to his lap, continuing to soak herself through until she almost drowned herself.

Thankfully go got the picture before she began sputtering, leaning his giant frame over hers as he bent double, planting his lips against her neck. The mix of her fur and the water was enough to entice him, Skyseeker giggling as he mouthed eagerly at her coat, licking her dry.

“Well?” she cooed.

“I think I may need a little more to form an opinion,” he replied, her glans squirting her musk at his salacious words. He moved lower, licking her between her shoulder blades, Skyseeker trembling as he glanced her spine. His earlier resistance was just melting away, her scheme coming along better than she thought it would.

“Give me your face,” she ordered, bending her head backwards over her shoulders. His upside-down face filled her vision, Skyseeker reaching up to grab him by the chin. She guided his lips to hers, a moan slipping out of her throat as they joined, his warm tongue filling her muzzle.

Like the coiled snakes of the desert, his organ wound around her own, her body shivering each time he glanced her palate. Man-thing kissing was weird but wonderful, and she vastly preferred it over the nuzzles and sniffles that was the Skaven equivalent.

Their lips smacked dryly against eachother as their saliva dried in the hot air, Skyseeker quickly formulating a plan. Still holding him like that, she reached between her legs to cup it beneath the pool, then splashed the liquid over their conjoined muzzles, hoping he’d appreciate the added lubrication. Instead, his eyes blazed open, Roderick separating from her as he made sputtering and choking sounds.

“By Sigmar, what did you do that for?” he asked, wiping his mouth with his wrist.

“Y-You said you wanted more water!” she stammered. “Sorry!”

“It’s alright,” he chuckled, coughing into his hand. “it went up my nose a little, but it’s fine.

She was a little embarrassed by her clumsy miscalculation, but that soon melted away as he slid a hand down her flank, taking fistfuls of her fur, Skyseeker shivering as he ran a finger over her abs. His other arm reached out for the pool, and Skyseeker made sure she didn’t move with him, letting him press more of his weight into her furry back. She shivered as he brought a wet hand to her chest, cupping her breast through her sling, Roderick watching over her shoulder as her fat sprang back into shape when he let go.

“You look like you’ve been chiselled from marble,” Roderick suddenly said. “the way your fur clings to you like that… it’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” she snapped, the surprise compliment dulling her usually sharp tongue. “-for a man-thing,” she added. “So, uh, you like wet Skaven?”

He answered her by taking her by the waist, Skyseeker squeaking as he suddenly lifted her off his lap, holding her against his belly. The way he could toss her around with those big arms never ceased to excite her, more of her musk filling the air as he positioned her so that they were eye-level, Roderick resting his chin on her soft shoulder.

She watched as she undid his gauntlets, placing them aside before letting his smooth hands rest on her hips. Before she could utter a word, he crawled them over her waist, cupping them over her mound for a few moments, as though he was remembering where her breeding chamber was.

He felt up her thighs next, running his warm palms across their inner lining, the man-thing admiring how soft and plush she felt. She lfet him squirming like that until she could no longer tolerate it, opening her legs in a silent request to divert his attentions.

She could feel his heartbeat pounding against her back as he moved towards her lions, a drip of her excitement escaping down her inner thigh. He spread her furry labia apart, tracing her delicate lips with his fingertips as he slipped an arm around her waist, holding her close.

“Hah! So much for keeping your guard up,” she teased, her voice tapering out as he slipped a finger inside her. “I – ah! – I knew you couldn’t resist Skaven charms forever.”

“You stuffed your rump into my face and sprayed your scent everywhere, how’s that fair?”

“You think Skaven knows meaning of fair?” she laughed, reaching up to hold the back of his head. “Breathe it in,” she cooed, pulling him close. “I want you reeking of my musk, hehe…”

His warm breath washed over her as he let her musk mark him, the absurdity of the situation making her chuckle. Skaven Warlords would sometimes bestow their musk upon a rat as a sign of favour or ownership – that meant she now technically owned Roderick, did she not?

She laughed again. Even without meaning to, her schemes were always bringing her out on top, and now she possessed a man-thing Warlord equivalent. What a brilliant mind she possessed.

Her hysterics tapered into soft moans as he brought a finger to her loins, easing it into her tunnel. Her clenching walls welcomed his digit like a hungry maw, her muscles drawing on him to come deeper, but Roderick resisted her, teasing her as he traced her entrance.

She squirmed and grumbled, ready to sit on his hand and hurry him along, but he slipped a hand around her belly, clutching her against him. Her toes just about scraped the grass as Roderick flipped the circumstances back on her – now holding her in his lap while she attempted to wrestle free. She couldn’t hope to match his strength in this position, but there was something salacious about being overpowered, forced to sit back while he had his way with her. It should be embarrassing, but the powerlessness only heightened the pleasure she was feeling.

She tensed up as he finally relented, pushing his finger inside her until his knuckles were swallowed up by her lips, her slick juices erasing all sense of friction and letting him glide along. Her creased passage compressed down on him, Skyseeker relaxing against his chest as she revelled in the sensations of being filled.

“Do-Do that again,” she mewled, rubbing her thighs together. “where you curl finger. Ah! Yes-Yes, that’s it…”