Warp Token Update

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“I want to breed-breed, Rick-rod…”

She placed a hand on his chest, easing him into his back. She swung one long leg over his legs, planting her knees on either side of his waist as she sat on his stomach, her tail whipping out to touch his shaft.

“I think I’m a little too big for you, lass,” he muttered. Skyseeker placed a hand on his lips, silencing him.

“Shh! We are mating and that is final,” she snapped, Roderick’s face warming at her sudden assertiveness.

“Sky’,” he began, lifting her hand away. “you’re barely half my height, it’s not going to work.”

“Skaven has slain many man-things, outwitted a gryphon, beat Rick-rod in a duel, and skittered into man-thing city without ever being detected – exceptthatonetime. If I can do all that, then I can breed with man-thing cock.”

He could see that her mind was set, and there was no point in arguing with her. Her liquid excitement plastered his belly as she slid down his body, his member sandwiching between her pert cheeks.

“It’s going to hurt at first,” he said. “Every woman’s first time popping the cherry does, but it’ll only last a little while. Assuming I don’t displace your organs or something…”

“Popping my what?” she asked. “Never mind, stop talking already and let me focus! Mating with cock will require absolute precisions…”

Her tail wound around his length, pressing it flat against his leg as she shimmied over his lap, placing her feet on either side of his waist. His length dragged across her puffy lip, the two gasping in unison as their tender flesh connected, his cock flopping out from between her thighs where it rested against her mound.

She was taking her sweet time, mumbling calculations under her breath as she crouched over his waist, her thighs quivering as she adjusted her footing. Reaching down, she parted her puffy entrance with her fingers, her pink entrance like a magnet for his eyes. Roderick’s earlier reservations about their size difference wasn’t just self-flattery, he really was too big for her, and that was only more pronounced with their genitals lined up. 

She slowly lowered herself down on him, her rosy flesh meeting his swelling glans in a tender kiss. Her insides splayed open, the tiny opening clenching down on his glans with the strength of a fist, a fresh surge of her juices leaking out to wet his shaft. Skyseeker was shivering all over, taking in a shaky breath as she her passage stretched over the head of his cock.

“Easy now,” Roderick stammered, his warning more for himself than for her. A suction that bordered on pain gripped his glans, almost as though her insides were trying to drag him deeper of their own accord.

Skyseeker’s eyes bogged out of their sockets as she took an inch of him inside her, Roderick squirming as she wrapped his base in up in her tail, using the appendage to angle him in. He was splitting her open, their bodies fighting for every centimetre of Skyseeker’s downward journey, Roderick holding back grunts as her spasming passage welcomed him.

“S-Sigmar preserve me,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “I fear you may cut off my blood flow at this rate.”

“Sh-Shut up,” she snarled, pausing with her hands on her knees, letting herself accustom to his size. “Every word you speak-speak makes my… thing move.”

He knew what she meant. Every subtle movement on his part made her shiver, and likewise, every shift of her passage made him grunt in turn. It was as though with every millimetre gained brought their nerve systems closer, unfiltered pleasure bouncing between them.

“And stop moving!” she added, her passage clenching around him. “Can’t take it deep-deep if man-thing moves.”

“That’s like asking me to stop breathing,” he replied, his cock swelling against her sopping walls, more of her honeyed fluids leaking down to wet his thighs.

“Ahhhh!” she wailed in a blend of arousal and pain. “Stupid man-thing! Be still, now-now!”

She slid a little further down, reaching the halfway point, her tunnel so tight its silky walls conformed to his member like a second skin, pouring over every contour like molten steel into a forge. He could feel her swelling clitoris pressed up against his underside, the way it was constantly being moved around by his intruding organ must be driving Skyseeker mad with pleasure, the Skaven clutching his belly as though afraid she may lose her balance.

Her little body was shaking all over, her red eyes shutting tight as she struggled to cope with the overwhelming sensations. He closed his hands over her pink paws, her lids slowly opening, revealing a gaze full of carnal lust. She must have seen the saem thing in his eyes, as a fresh burst of confidence steeled her nerves, Skyseeker opening her legs and crouching, taking two inches of him in one quick motion.

His member was already bottoming her out, and they still had a quarter of the way to go, impossible loud squelching noises filling the cabin as Skyseeker fought for every millimetre.

Voicing an unsteady mewl, she crouched down fully, her walls rippling apart as she pulled the rest of him inside. His tip kissed the most deepest reaches of her vent, squashing up against a cushiony membrane of flesh. Her lips wrapped over his base, more of her excitement oozing out to drench his loins. He shared a shudder with Skyseeker as they relished in their newfound unison, the sensation of her rippling walls bearing down on him from all sides nothing short of spectacular.

“Th-There,” Skyseeker muttered, leaning back and planting her hands on his knees, giving him an enticing view of their coupling. “Told Rick-rod I’d conquer the cock.”

“Never speak those words outside this room,” Roderick grumbled. “How are you feeling?”

“It hurts,” she replied. “but, is good kind of hurt, like pulling out overgrown whisker. Hm. Or putting one in might be better way of saying…”

“It should pass soon, not to worry.”

She stayed crouched over him for a few moments longer, growing more used to him the longer they stayed mated. He could sense her heartbeat through her quivering walls, the Skaven panting for breath as though she’d just run a lap of the ship.

Demonstrating a tentativeness he’d never seen from her before, Skyseeker slowly began to move her hips, stirring his organ around her intimate reaches. While she was inexperienced, there was something amazing about her unrefined movements, Skyseeker taking his advice to heart as she let instinct guide her, his cock swelling as her soft walls caressed him. Just as he’d said in his poem, she was like a pure gemstone, uncut and untouched. Or perhaps a piece of warpstone would be a more apt analogy.

Keeping his shaft locked inside her, she began to make circles with her hips, grinding his cock against her slimy walls, every squeeze on her end eliciting a gasp from Roderick. Just like stuffing a lead ball down the wrong calibre gun, mating with Skyseeker shouldn’t be possible, but somehow they were making it work, her alien passage accommodating to his organ, but never quite drowning out that sense of pain Roderick could feel, the wires of his nervous system crossing at this intense experience.  

Even her most minute movements were translating into raw, harsh shocks of pleasure, but Skyseeker wanted more – he could see the desire in her eyes, those black irises piercing him. She switched up her directions, rocking from side to side, driving his member into her walls in new ways Roderick had never felt with previous partners.

Her pace was lazy, but each grind of her hips ended with a rippling shock of pleasure that made Roderick see points of light. There was no rhyme or reason to her movements, and the mystery of which angle she’d go next only enticed him further, each clench of her walls bringing forth a new surge of bliss.

He revelled in the pleasure for a few loving minutes, then reached out, placing a hand on her muscular core. There was a fresh moisture to her fur, sweat droplets that looked like rain clinging to her coat to give her a glossy sheen, Roderick mapping out her belly in all its glory. He was rewarded with another cute mewl from Skyseeker, his fingers trailing higher as he followed the contours of her diminutive, but no less toned body.

“Does man-thing always get so… touchy at breed-time?” she asked, her bottom lipping falling as he cupped one of her pert breasts, the malleable fat filling his palm perfectly.

“Only for the finest lasses,” he replied, grunting when his attentions were rewarded by a powerful clench of her passage. “I feel as though I could run my hands all over you a hundred times and never be satiated.”

“You can touch Skaven all you want-want,” she cooed, pushing her bust out in invitation. “Spent whole life avoiding contact, will need Rick-rod’s help making up for lost time-time.”

“Happy to be of service,” he replied, holding her stare as he caught a nipple between his fingers, giving it a strong pinch. She was the first to break, her eyes lidding as he lifted his other hand and kneaded her free breasts, her assets as soft as dough, but still maintaining that alluring teardrop shape when he let go. Roderick was being rougher, but if Skyseeker was feeling any discomfort, than she didn’t voice it, her comely sighs and gasps ensuring him she was anything but pleased.

“Want to try new thing,” Skyseeker said. “Hold paws please.”

His heart fluttering, he took her outstretched hands, following her gaze as she peered down at their genitals. Taking in a breath, she rose her hips from his, his glans scraping against her walls as she lifted away. Her pink flesh clung to his pale skin with surprising strength on its way out, his cock glistening with her juices as the candle light flickered over it. When she reached his thickest point, she chewed her lower lips, barely biting back a cry as her entrance once again split open to what must be painful proportions.

The ring of muscle that was her entrance seized over his pulsing length, as though it was fighting against Skyseeker’s efforts, Roderick doubling over as she continued to rise. The tightness was almost unbearable, but the waves of pleasure chasing the pain shouldered any troubled thoughts aside.

When she reached the lip of his glans, she paused, then lowered herself down again, this time taking things much faster than before. The pressure on his member rolled down from tip to base, the sound of her generous cheeks clapping against his thighs filling the cabin as she hilted him in an instant.

She raised her mouth to the ceiling, her muzzle parted, but no sound came out, the Skaven shivering as currents of mingled pain and ecstasy flooded her body.

“Sky’? he asked, letting her hands go and tapping her on the thigh.

“Mmm?” she moaned, glancing down at him. Her eyes were facing two different directions, bulging in a way he feared they might fall right off at the slightest disturbance. Roderick faired no better, the pressure she exerted over his rod stealing his breath away. She wasn’t feeling any looser even after all these minutes, and that both worried and excited him.

Once she’d regained her faculties, she lifted off him again, the two grunting in unison as the harsh contours of his human organ brushed the furrowed flesh of her Skaven entrance. Only at her highest point was Roderick allowed a reprieve, one she was quick to take away as she slammed back down on him again.

As she continued to rut him into the sheets, Roderick’s eyes lingered elsewhere. Her long legs were angled such that her knees pointed towards the ceiling, the flesh on her meaty thighs rippling each time she hilted him. She’s used those things to scale trees, climb city walls, and dash across vast distances. They’d only grown stronger during her arrival from the north, and now she was using them solely for his pleasure.

He reached out to run his fingers down her inner thighs, the Skaven’s bestial pace slowing as he touched her. They were easily the largest part of her, aside from the torso, packing an unusual amount of strength behind her soft fur and supple fat, Roderick delving his hands further in search of that firmer tissue.

Her wide hips rose and fell, rose and fell, her movements aided along only by the glistening sheen of fluids oiling his length. He reached round to test the firmness of her buttcheeks, Skyseeker sucking in a staggered breath as he gave her ass a squeeze.

The next time she rose off his shaft, her movements were slow, placating. On the one after, her upper half seemed to turn to jelly, the Skaven flopping onto his chest with all the grace of a drunkard. Her face landed off to the side, Roderick encouraging her to lay over him.

“You alright, lass?”

“Man-thing cock tires Skaven…” she murmured, pressing her nose into the nape of his neck. She drew lazy circles on his skin with her tongue, grinding against his shaft with a similar fatigue. “Plus, Skaven had bred like six times now…”