2k words. Sorry for the lack of updates this week, lot of things going on right now
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She applied a little more pressure, her soft palm gliding against his muscular organ as she slowly began to stroke him. He gripped her black fur tightly, as though afraid he might tilt from the saddle, the hypnotic movements of her paw making him dance to her tune. How brilliant she was, to be able to manipulate a man-thing with just a few flicks of her fingers.
She reached down with her free paw, lifting the flowing loincloth hanging between her legs. She wetness of her own sex gave even the Skaven pause as she rubbed her privates, a gentle sigh escaping her snout as she let her own pleasure get the better of her. Her paw peeled away with a glob of her nectar, Roderick’s eyes glazing over as she brought it to his member. She coated his shaft in the slick layer, using both paws to spread it down his length, wet squelching sounds reaching her ears as she started to pump him a little faster.
The starkness of her wetness and the ribs of her fingers gliding across his skin caught Roderick off-guard, her man-thing releasing a muted groan far above her. She loved it when he swelled in her paws, always shocked by how big he was compared to her.
“B-By the comet, I forgot how soft your hands are,” Roderick muttered, starting to move his hips in time with her strokes, the sound of leather scraping as he began to grind against the saddle.
“Skaven is master of manipulations,” she cackled, matching the motions of her paws to the time of his movements. She revelled in his change of demeanour, alternating between forming tight fists and letting his rod rest in her palms, his eyes shutting as though trying to block out the pleasure.
She could feel heat rise to her snout, her threat throbbing just as his cock did, Skyseeker relaxing as she let her glands fill the air with her musk. Her scent would have driven every male rat within a league-wide radius into a frenzy, and Roderick was no exception, his muscles boiling with warmth as she continued her cruel massage. It was like her paws were drawing all the blood in his body to his breeding organ, now shining from base to tip in her wetness.
“You remember back on boat?” she asked, Roderick wincing as she squeezed him a little harder, wrapping him in a cocoon of her fingers. “We were about to get into breeding session, and then stupid Wilfred cucked us?”
“Th-That’s not what you think it means,” Roderick said, her attentions leaving him breathless. “But I do remember, yes.”
“Well! No old perves round here, now Skaven has you all to my self-self.”
She angled a paw towards his tip, lifting it like a woodsman might raise a felled tree. She angled his glans towards her mouth, Roderick’s eyes going wide as she pursed her snout. She held eye-contact with him, leaning down to plant a suckling kiss on his tip, Roderick shuddering as her wet snout glanced him. She smooched and nuzzled the area around his cock’s helmet-shaped end, doting on him gently for a few moments. His musk made her quickly become more aggressive, her tongue snaking out to peel back his foreskin, exposing the tender flesh beneath.
Beneath the rife scents of her male, she picked out that odd, alien quality she’d noted before. She remembered how that giant green alien had put her fat hands all over her man during their dinner, how she’d had the gall to kiss him right before her. She’d done more than just smooch Roderick on the face by the way this strange scent was all over him, a flicker of jealousy lighting in her chest. Two could play at the musk game, couldn’t they? She’d drown out that pig-woman’s smell with her own, until nothing but the pure superiority of her breeder-musk remained.
Roderick thrust into her more earnestly, and the horse must have considered this a comment to move, as it began to trot a few paces. He had just enough control over his faculties to pull on the reigns, but Skyseeker was ready for it this time, continuing to pour all her effort and attention into pleasing her human.
She could feel a bead of his fluids glance her teeth, one of his gloves reaching down to cup her furry arm. With one paw holding him upright, she continued her hand job with the other, the duality of sensations driving Roderick crazy.
She suckled on him until her lungs were empty, releasing him with an overexaggerated pop, her saliva conjoined to his twitching length as she let it rest against her cheek.
“Man-thing is close. Don’t deny it! Skaven has a sense for these things, hehe! Give all your little pups to me-me, Rick-Rod,” she cooed, her paws never relenting as she continued to pump him, keep him at full-mast. “Thought, Skaven can’t decide where you’ll breed them. In the paw, or the mouth?”
“Neither.”
She looked up to see his glazed expression had regained some of its prior focus, and as she opened her mouth to speak, there was a blur of movement. She yelped as he took her by the arms, lifting her off the saddle. She was tilted back, her head now resting on the neck of the horse, Roderick pulling her waist forwards so her legs draped over the sides. Now he was looming over her, her heartbeat rising as he exhaled a breath on her snout from above.
“You dare get rough with Skaven?” she scoffed, but her voice tapered into giggling as he pressed closer, nuzzling against the fur on her neck in much the same way she had with him. “Go on, man-thing, breed me. Skaven’s allllll yours.”
She wiggled her hips excitedly, Roderick glancing down at their joined waists. It was a little awkward with the limited room of the saddle and the odd shape of the horse, but he eventually got his length to settle on her belly, its weight creating a subtle indent in her coal-black fur. The size comparison was shocking to see, it looked like it would fill her entire stomach, but she knew from experience she could take him.
Skyseeker slipped her feet into the stirrups, pushing her waist up and out, while Roderick slid down and away. He got his tip angled towards her lions, which were flushed with arousal and more of her slick juices, her loincloth dangling halfway down one of her thighs. He pressed himself between her open legs, Skyseeker squirming as she felt him brush her lips. There was a twinge of apprehension as she braced herself for him, knowing that they were just barely compatible, but there was nothing like a bit of dread to fuel one’s excitement.
Roderick eased himself inside her narrow opening, the fur around her lips yielding to her soft flesh as her entrance parted before him. All her muscles tightened into knots, his muscular organ pushing into her treasure, a feeling of fullness overwhelming her senses. Her flesh contoured to every bumb and ridge of his cock, Skyseeker able to pick out each vein and ridge through touch alone. He was going maddingly slow, inches of his length sliding inside her, her textured insides brushing his glands and making them both falter.
She squeaked as his flared midsection soon came next, all but splitting her open as he continued to plunge deeper. She tensed her core, her soft insides raking his skin, which in turn made Roderick wince and start the whole process over.
“Just get it in already!” she whined, coiling her tail over one of his legs.
“It’s your fault for being so damned tight,” he growled back.
“You like that about me-me,” she snickered. “Oh, Horned Rat save me,” she added, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he sunk another inch into he splayed vent. “I missed your cock, Rick-Rod, I missed you. Put it in and never take it out-out.”
They shared a shudder as they continued to join, Skyseeker using her toned abs to flex around him, her insides drawing on him in ripples that encouraged him deeper. Soon she felt him press against the barriers of her pup womb, Roderick bottoming out inside her with a bestial grunt that set her glans spraying. His sack flopped against her cheeks, her loins spread so unbelievably far apart that it almost hurt, but never quite crossed that threshold. And even if it did, she doubt she would feel it beyond the euphoria she was feeling with his flesh plunging her sensitive walls.
“Yes-Yes, make Skaven your breeder,” she sighed, throwing her head back as a delicious flex on his end sent her nerves reeling. “Oh! Shoot all your little pups inside.”
She ground against his lap, using what little leverage she had to make little circles with her hips, using him like a ladle to stir her insides. Roderick began to move, drawing back out of her, her clinging insides fighting him all the way, as though her breeder anatomy was refusing such emptiness. She felt her copious juices spill out of her as he pulled out, her lips yielding now that he’d properly stretched them out. She sighed as he sunk back inside, his tip crushing against her cervix, so deep she feared he would spear straight into one of her vital organs.
There pace soon became more erratic, her shifting insides massaging his throbbing length, Skyseeker resting a paw on her tummy. She could feel the shape of his dick form a lump each time he pushed as deep as he could, the lurid image of her belly taking on a suspiciously man-shaped indent making her heart flutter.
“Give me more-more,” she whined, rising up to meet his aggressive thrusts, her butt raising from the saddle. She reached over her head to take pawfuls of the horse’s mane, her elbows pointing to the sky as they mated, her spine arching with each slam of his hips. “Do it, man-thing, I want to lose complete, faculty contr- ahhhh right there, ohoho yes-yes…”
She used the leverage of her coiled tail to thrust towards him, spreading her legs as wide as they could go. She sighed as he delivered an especially pointed thrust, her walls tightening then yielding in rhythmic contractions that made him growl under his breath. They were breeding like beasts, Skyseeker’s eyes rolling back as she filled the air with her moans and pants.
“I love those little sounds you make, lass,” Roderick breathed.
“You’ll make Skaven scream in a secoooond!” she shot back, losing her focus as he drove harder and faster. As her pleasure mounted, she rewarded his efforts with an emphasised moan, his unrelenting thrusts making her blood build. “Oh, Rick-Rod, Rick-Rod!” she exclaimed. “Breed me, breed me!”
It was the only way she knew to show her burning desire for him. She vaguely recalled him telling this land wasn’t safe, but what use was worrying? If there were enemies in the area, let them hear her lust if they wanted.
“You’re swelling in my tummy,” she cooed, Roderick leaning further over her so that she felt his warm breath on her snout. He slipped his paws down her slim torso, one hand looping her narrowed waist so he could better control their coupling. “You gonna spill your man-seed, give me a few pups?”
“Almost,” he panted, his hand trailing towards her chest. She pressed out her bust in invitation, but before he reached the belt that barely served to protect her modesty, he paused. His fingers lingered on a spot between her stomach and chest, his head tilting in curiosity. He plunged his soft fingertips into her coat, Skyseeker lurching as he brushed something.
“Now what’s this?” he asked. He probed a little deeper, an involuntary shudder roiling through her body as he located a small nub. He slid across to the other side of her torso, finding another similar protrusion there was well, Roderick rubbing the sweat from his face as he glanced at her. “Do you have, another pair of breasts?”
“E-Every breeder does!” she stammered. “How you not know this?”
“I’m not sure,” he chuckled. “I thought I’d explored eery part of you by now. Human women only have two nipples.”
“Is that strange for man-thing?” she asked. Rather than answer, he returned his paw to her smaller pair of teats, beginning to rub and cup it. There was barely any fat on her secondary breasts, but Roderick’s attentions were eager, almost rough, his fingers circling her nipple until it hardened.