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From here Roderick could see a hole had been sewn into the loincloth, allowing her tail to poke through the garment, Skseeker feeding the appendage through. He hadn’t seen that feature before, usually her back was obscured behind her cloak.
Once her tail was free, he slid her underwear down her slender legs, his gaze inexorably drawn to her womanhood. A wonderful slice of pink stood out against her dark fur, her entrance located a little lower than where he expected it to be. She was swollen, her puffy lips wet with her liquid excitement, its shape a little more alien than a human woman’s, but Roderick found himself drawn in all the same.
Her smell had been strong when he’d mouthed her chest, but now it was overpowering, each flex of her rosy vulvar seeming to add more to the overwhelming sensation. The closest thing he could associate it to was chocolate, of all things, Roderick unable to help himself but brush one of her inner thighs with his cheek as he breathed it in.
“Something about your smell, lass,” he began, Skyseeker shivering as he breathed hot air on her loins. “It’s ambrosial, fragrant. Thought you’d want to know.”
It was a rather blunt way of telling, but he knew Skyseeker would appreciate a little ego-stroking.
“Y-You smell breeder-musk?” she asked, watching him through heavy eyelids as he kissed around her mound, teasing her by avoiding her most erogenous zone. “Thought only rats could smell that. Man-thing really like it?”
“Do you have to ask at this point?”
She opened her mouth, but he never gave her the chance to speak, leaning in to plant a sucking kiss on her nethers. She was so fever-hot he could almost feel his face scald over, Skyseeker uttering a sound that was a mix between a mewl and a squeak. He felt a drop of her anticipation wet his lips, Roderick opening his mouth to drag his tongue down one side of her lips, then up the other. Her flesh was as soft as her fur, but the added dampness gave it a wonderful texture, his tastebuds sparking with her unfamiliar flavour as mouthed at her more ardently.
Skyseeker created a wonderful arch with her back, her mewl tapering into a wail that he would have mistook as a sign of pain in other circumstances. She sank back to the sheets when he pulled away, her thighs shaking around his face as he looked up the length of her body.
“Try and keep it down,” he muttered, feeling his chin dribbling with her nectar. “We’re not alone on this ship, remember?”
“C-Can’t help it!” she gasped, blinking her eyes at him. She shuddered as she watched him lick the mess on his face clean, a sight she clearly enjoyed. “Man-thing reaching into every nook and cranny on Skaven!”
“Am I going too fast? Does it hurt?”
“By Horned Rats horns, no! Rick-rod so… affectionate. Skaven mate would never be so tender with breeder, n-not that I’m fragile or anything!”
He chuckled at that, returning to her nethers with a new found vigour, lapping and kissing her delicate folds. The fur surrounding her entrance brushed his mouth as he drew deeper into her passage, her burning walls welcoming his questing tongue. Her wrinkles and texture where wholly different to any human woman he’d eaten out before, but his mind, clouded with her musk, found her alienness all the more enticing. What would it feel like to plunge his member inside this furry entrance, feel these odd textures seal over his organ?
A touch of doubt folded over him as he retreated a little to catch his breath. The inside of her entrance was different, as was the outside, and more specifically, its size. She was far smaller than a woman’s entrance, as was befitting her naturally small stature. Mating in earnest didn’t look possible given their differences.
He steeled himself. No matter, his goal was Skyseeker’s pleasure, and even if his dick couldn’t fit, his tongue was more than making up for it.
She shrieked as he wrestled with her long legs, resting the underside of her knees over his shoulders, pressing his hands into her malleable thighs as he lifted her. Skyseeker was almost upside down at this position, her head and upper back in contact with the bed, the rest of her held up by Roderick, her weight meagre enough that he could support her.
At this orientation, he could reach her loins much deeper than before, Roderick redoubling his efforts to core her out. Skyseeker groaned as he lapped at her innermost reaches, biting down on her hand in an attempt to be quiet.
After delivering a particularly powerful stroke, his chin bumped against a small nub, Roderick quirking a brow. He drew back, Skyseeker shuddering as the few inches of his organ wound their way out of her depths, the she-rat taking fistfuls of the sheets. She mumbled something he didn’t catch, probably her asking him why he was stopping.
He used his fingers to split her open, Roderick noting his chin had brushed a hood of skin, located on the bottom corner of her lips, a short way inside her. Confirming his suspicions, he sealed his lips around the nodule, using his tongue to paint shapes on it. Skyseeker’s reaction was violent, crying out as though she’d just been shot, her legs sealing around his head hard enough to hurt.
Her clitoris was on the opposite side of where he expected one to be, but it made little difference, Roderick caressing with as much care as he could manage. The Skaven wouldn’t stop moving, everything from her chiselled stomach to her muzzle writhing and rolling as his organ drilled harsh pleasure into her core. He wondered if she had ever touched herself down there, her reaction seemed to convey she hadn’t.
“You alright down there?” he asked, drawing back so he could speak. Now he was the one being overtly considerate. “Am I-”
He felt something warm and scaly loop over his neck, Roderick glancing down to see her tail had sealed over his neck. She tugged on it like it was a spool of rope, pulling him back into her nethers, her message obvious enough. He suckled her clitoris between his teeth, Skyseeker applying enough pressure on his neck that he couldn’t pull away, his windpipe threatening to seal. Almost being choked should have alarmed him, yet he felt a pang of excitement overcome his senses. He’d never been handled like this before…
The was constantly moving, every shape he drew on her bead making her twist at angles that might cause concern if he didn’t know how limber she could be. She locked her thighs around his head, surrounding him in that wonderful fur, and trapping her scent so it became all the more potent. Already he could feel his loins swelling with a newfound stamina despite having just climaxed himself. This musk of hers was affecting him in both mind and body.
“More speed!” she whined, growling as he took her bud into his mouth, thrashing it with quick licks. “Quick-Quick!”
Although his jaw was aching, he did as she asked, clutching her hips tightly as he sped up his efforts, his fingers sinking into the doughy flesh of her haunches. As her excitement mounted, so too did the pressure on his neck, Roderick raising a sweaty hand to pull it away. It took far more strength than he realised to loosen her grip, so he yanked it instead to get her attention while his mouth was otherwise occupied.
Her already narrow walls seized around him, a moan escaping from Skyseeker’s lips. Curious, he pulled her tail again, this time from closer to its base. This time her groan was much louder, and her passage viced against his tongue with enough strength to cut off circulation. The appendage was closely positioned to her womanhood, perhaps some nerve endings intwined there?
He didn’t bother asking if he was hurting her, the noises she made, the way she flexed against his mouth, her pungent musk, they were all clear tells of her mounting excitement.
Her muscles seized around him, her tail slapping against his head like a fish out of water, one last glance on her clitoris sending her crashing over the edge. A torrent of her nectar cascaded forth, Roderick doing his utmost to continue his doting licks to ease out her climax, his efforts rewarded by a cute mewl from the Skaven. He took fistfuls of her amble butt to keep her genitals locked to his mouth, the sound of his own kisses filling his ears as her emission dribbled down his chin.
Even in her position she was able to thrust against his face, her body appearing glossy as the candlelight danced over her curvy figure, Roderick admiring her as she rode out the throes of her climax. Her upward thrusting began to slow, her breathing returning to slow, heavy pants, her gaze fogging over as one last shudder coursed through her.
She gazed up at him, her eyes full of adoration, and then she doubled over, her head handing over the edge of the cot.
She murmured appreciatively as he lowered her to the bed, taking a moment to run his hand up her rump and back, his touch making her shiver in content. He crawled up her prone body, taking her in his arms as he lay beside her, Skyseeker batting her eyes as she pressed her muzzle into his chest.
“You smell like me,” she muttered, the statement making her giggle. “Does… Does breeding always feel like that? So good-good?”
“You’re adorable, Sky,” Roderick replied, tugging her closer. She opened her mouth in a silent invitation, and he leaned in, his lips meeting hers as his skin slid against her fur, the two melting into one another. He felt her tail slither over his legs as the stayed like that for a while, Skyseeker breaking off with a smack.
“At least you didn’t call me that other word,” she muttered, but he could see her annoyance was just a front. “I like how man-things kiss,” she added. “nothing like this back in Skavenblight.”
“How do Skaven kiss?” he wondered.
“Licking, nuzzling, brush whiskers on whiskers.”
“Like this?” he asked, lowering to her neck. He ran his tongue up and down her fur, switching between licking and brushing his nose against her fragrant coat. She squirmed on the bed, pawing at him in a mock attempt to keep him away, her laughter filling the cabin.
“Th-That tickles rat!” she shrieked, Roderick grinning when he finally relented.
“Ah, who’s learning who’s weaknesses now, hmm?”
“Stupid man-thing,” she mumbled, her breasts squashing against him as she moved closer. “Hold me and shut face.”
It was a request too heartfelt to deny, Roderick tugging her closer, the two content to stare at the ceiling for a while, enjoying one another’s presence. Roderick couldn’t put it into words, but this just felt right. It had been months since he’d had the chance to start a relationship with someone, but this went beyond any simple bond. Skyseeker had fought beside him, had learned her way around him and had even provided some helpful insight. Choaspawn, rodent, these were things he would have called her in the past, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth now.
Soon she tapped at his shoulder, drawing him out of his thoughts, Skyseeker peering up at him expectantly.
“I want to breed-breed, Rick-rod…”
