{"sf1_id":1640829,"sf2_id":"r17kr7P1","title":"Blessings of The Great Horny Rat","author":"Rato_Writer","words":5898,"posted_at":"2020-10-20T15:38:50.000Z","tags":["Adult Content","Boy","Breast Fondling","Cunnilingus","Dominatrix","Dungeon","Fucking","Girl","HMOFA","Heterosexual","Human","Interspecies","Mammal","Rat","Rodent","Slave","Vaginal","Warhammer Fantasy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1640829-blessings-of-the-great-horny-rat","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17kr7P1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1640829\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A story about a scheming female Grey Seer from the eccentric Skaven lair of Under-Altdorf enjoying a little 'stress relief' with very... unconventional slave.  \n  \nThis story is written in the 'greentext' format as it was created for an image board.","content":"1. \\\u003eFools! Weaklings! Incompetents! \n2. \\\u003eGrey Seer Skritsnik Visktarr raged in silence as she made her way through the labyrinthine warrens of Under-Altdorf \n3. \\\u003eWhy did she always have to work with such inferior underlings unfit to serve a mind as great and devious as hers? \n4. \\\u003eStupid fool-rats could not even sneak-creep into an unguarded man-thing 'apothecary' without being seen! \n5. \\\u003eShe'd made it clear to the gaggle of clanrats that if they returned without the rumoured warpstone again they would all regret the day their broodmothers birthed them \n6. \\\u003eAnd set about them with her staff for good measure, as a down payment on her promise \n7. \\\u003eEventually bare earth gave way to roughly hewn stone as Skritsnik approached her private warren \n8. \\\u003eIt wouldn't do for one of her esteemed station to dwell in the dirt like a common rat, after all \n9. \\\u003eAs she turned a corner a pair of Stormvermin clad in the black plate of Clan Rictus and tabards bearing the Grey Seer's personal rune snapped to attention on either side of a heavy iron and oak door fitted snugly into the stone wall, their halberds clutched tightly in an attempt to appear as if they had never been slouching at all \n10. \\\u003eSkritsnik motioned wordlessly to the pair, and the door swung inwards with the tortured screeching of neglected hinges \n11. \\\u003eShe paused in the doorway and turned to one of her guards \n12. \\\u003e\"I am going to meditate-think, and I am not be disturbed!\" \n13. \\\u003eA moment's hesitation followed as she weighed her desire for privacy with the desire to see those incompetents suffer for their crimes against her mighty personage \n14. \\\u003e\"But if that fool-mouse Grismatz returns empty-pawed before I emerge, fetch-bring me his head!\" \n15. \\\u003eThe clanking of metal on metal accompanied the black-furred brute's crisp salute \n16. \\\u003e\"As you wish, oh Gracious One!\" \n17. \\\u003eSkritsnik stepped into her warren without dignifying him with an acknowledgement, and the huge door swung shut behind her \n18. \\\u003eThe main chamber of the Grey Seer's private residence was typical of the Under-Altdorf elite \n19. \\\u003eStone floors, walls, and ceilings to keep out uninvited tunnellers, with light provided by torches burning in iron sconces hammered into the walls \n20. \\\u003eA finely woven carpet covered much of the floor, its colours and motifs clearly identifying it as having been stolen from some wealthy human from the city above \n21. \\\u003eFurniture and other curios were arranged about the place, all human-made and all stolen from under their owner's noses \n22. \\\u003eSuch affection for human objects and trinkets was seen as unhealthy and even degenerate in the rest of the Under-Empire, but countless generations of close contact with the wealthy city of Altdorf above had made them status symbols for those in Under-Altdorf with the means to acquire them \n23. \\\u003eSafe and secure in her own little realm, Skritsnik allowed her shoulders to slump and a heavy sigh to escape her lips - a show of weakness that would be unacceptable in front of her kin \n24. \\\u003eBut dealing with those oafs had been... so tiresome \n25. \\\u003eA bath would be the perfect way to relax, she decided \n26. \\\u003eAn unusual vice even amongst the eccentricity of Under-Altdorf, but an unpleasant encounter with the Pestilent Brotherhood while still a young apprentice left Skritsnik much more cleanliness-minded than most \n27. \\\u003eOne of the side chambers held a tin bath, another item liberated from the surface world \n28. \\\u003eAt the foot of the bath sat a large water barrel, and a quick turn of a tap sent water spilling out into the waiting bath \n29. \\\u003eThe water was replaced every day under the close supervision of one of her Stormvermin, of course, and the slaves doing the refilling always had to sample some of it to prove it clean of any toxins or poisons \n30. \\\u003eAn extravagance, perhaps, but undoubtedly necessary to Skritsnik's continued good health \n31. \\\u003eAs the bath filled she discarded her staff in the corner, then pulled the heavy grey robes customary of her station over her head, exposing her naked form in all its glory \n32. \\\u003eShe was much slimmer and softer than the average rat-man, with narrow shoulders and wide hips completed with firm, well-rounded buttocks beneath her constantly twitching tail \n33. \\\u003eNestled between her generous thighs was a puffy vulva, coated in a thin layer of silver fur with the slightest suggestion of pink peeking through the middle \n34. \\\u003eAnd of course a pair of generously-sized breasts sat proudly upon her chest, a pair of bright pink nipples peeking out through the plush fur that covered them all over \n35. \\\u003eShe stretched herself to loosen the joints after wearing her heavy, restrictive robes, providing the stone walls with an extremely pleasant view \n36. \\\u003eA hand gesture and arcane utterances heated the water in a flash; a very useful spell her old mentor had taught her \n37. \\\u003eBefore she arranged for an 'unstable' tunnel to collapse on him, of course \n38. \\\u003eShe dipped a footpaw into the bath, cooing in satisfaction at the sensation of the hot water soaking into the fur of her ankles and caressing the sensitive skin beneath \n39. \\\u003eHer other footpaw quickly followed, then the rest of her as she clambered in and laid backwards, letting herself sink in up to her neck \n40. \\\u003eFor a few moments she simply lay there, basking in comfort \n41. \\\u003eA grimace weaselled its way onto her face \n42. \\\u003eThose thrice-damned fools from earlier just would not leave her mind! \n43. \\\u003eShe raised her paws to the curved, goat-like horns jutting from either side of her skull, her symbols of office and proof she had been blessed by the Great Horned Rat to stand above the common hordes \n44. \\\u003eSlowly, gently, she began to caress them, running her soft pawpads over their rough surface \n45. \\\u003eHer eyelids drifted closed and a contented sigh left her lips; feeling her horns up like that always took the stresses of dealing with underlings away, reminding her of her innate superiority to the snivelling fools \n46. \\\u003eSoon visions of frustrated anger were replaced with visions of power and domination, and she felt the stirrings of a familiar heat in her belly \n47. \\\u003eOne hand left its horn, drifting downwards and trailing its clawtips through her silver fur \n48. \\\u003eThe heat intensified as her paw traced across the supple flesh of her breast, teasing the nipple with a dragging claw \n49. \\\u003eShe took a pawful of breast and groped, moaning softly as the heat sparked into a fire \n50. \\\u003eHer hardening nipple brushed against her paw, sending small shivers and gasps of pleasure up her spine with every slight movement \n51. \\\u003eShe took the pink nub between two digits and squeezed, drawing a low moan from the Grey Seer \n52. \\\u003eThe fire in her belly was growing, and just the one paw would not be enough to stoke the flames \n53. \\\u003eHer other paw left her horn and cupped her other, neglected breast and began to grope and knead it with abandon, all sense of proper decorum lost in the haze of self-pleasure \n54. \\\u003eShe ground her thighs together, rubbing the oh-so-sensitive labia against each other \n55. \\\u003eNatural lubricant flowed freely, coating the fur on her thighs and mixing with the all-encompassing water \n56. \\\u003eA paw left her chest and slid down, down across her belly and ever closer to the burning prize between her legs \n57. \\\u003eSkritsnik's breathing deepened as she inched near \n58. \\\u003eSparks of white-hot pleasure jolted through her as her paw made contact, brushing against the puffy, swollen pinkness at her centre \n59. \\\u003eUnashamed moans filled the bathroom as she went in for the kill \n60. \\\u003eShe rubbed at herself vigorously, spreading her sticky fluids across her entire crotch \n61. \\\u003eSome small part of herself not lost in pleasure noted it was convenient she was doing this in the bath \n62. \\\u003eThe pleasure mounted higher and the fire burned ever hotter with every pass across her lips and every tug on her nipple \n63. \\\u003eShe was getting closer, ever closer to that wonderful release \n64. \\\u003eShe bit her lip and angled her paw over her mound just so \n65. \\\u003eSparks exploded behind her vision as she thrust a digit deep inside herself, caressing fleshy walls which begged for the touch of a male \n66. \\\u003eBut her own paw would have to do \n67. \\\u003eShe thrust relentlessly in and out of herself, a heavenly cycle of cursed emptiness and blessed fullness \n68. \\\u003eSoon another digit joined the first, then another, stretching her entrance and walls in the most pleasant way imaginable \n69. \\\u003eHer hips bucked to meet every thrust of her paw \n70. \\\u003eWater was sloshing about madly, spilling out of the bath and splattering across stone \n71. \\\u003eFaster and faster she played with herself \n72. \\\u003eShe was close \n73. \\\u003eShe was CLOSE \n74. \\\u003eShe was - \n75. \\\u003eThe dam burst \n76. \\\u003eBlinding hot pleasure overcame Skritsnik, setting every nerve ending aflame \n77. \\\u003eShe bucked and spasmed in the throes of orgasm, squeaking her pleasure for all the Under-Empire to hear \n78. \\\u003eLuckily the thick stone of her chambers was nigh-soundproof \n79. \\\u003eHer insides turned to jelly and she collapsed back into the now-shallower bath, a horn connecting to the rim with an unpleasant 'clonk' \n80. \\\u003eShuddering, gasping breaths sucked in oxygen, a futile attempt to engage muscles that refused to act in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss \n81. \\\u003eFor a while the Grey Seer lay there half-submerged, robbed of all higher functions \n82. \\\u003eEventually things started to respond, and her body updated her brain \n83. \\\u003eHer joints ached \n84. \\\u003eHer back ached \n85. \\\u003eAnd her crotch ached in the most delightful of ways \n86. \\\u003eShe grasped the rim of the bath and heaved herself upright on shaking limbs \n87. \\\u003eWater dripped everywhere as she unsteadily stepped out onto the cold stone, but she paid it no heed \n88. \\\u003eThe warmth in her belly that had just exploded so spectacularly was back already \n89. \\\u003eIt was a tiny spark, but one that danced across bone-dry kindling \n90. \\\u003eSkritsnik knew it would soon become as furious as a gout of warpflame again until she was properly satisfied \n91. \\\u003eA paw, as pleasurable as it was, definitely did not count as 'properly satisfied' \n92. \\\u003eHer thoughts turned to the secret chamber beyond the end of the main hall, and a lecherous grin spread across her features \n93. \\\u003eIn that chamber resided her 'special' slave \n94. \\\u003eThe one that came from the surface, like so much else in Under-Altdorf \n95. \\\u003eShe reached for a towel emblazoned with the crest of Reikland \n96. \\\u003eToday was going to be a very good day, Skritsnik decided, fool-mouse Grismatz be damned \n97. \\\u003eThe towel was exquisitely soft, made from imported Arabyan cotton and fashioned into the likeness of a regimental flag \n98. \\\u003eOn the surface such an item was an expensive luxury; in the tunnels of Under-Altdorf it was shameless decadence \n99. \\\u003eSkritsnik ran the fabric across her body, drawing a contented sigh as it drew the water out of her fur \n100. \\\u003eHer breath hitched as it brushed across her breasts, her nipples still stiff and sensitive after her adventure in the bath \n101. \\\u003eThe spark in her belly flared, and she decided to indulge it \n102. \\\u003eShe groped herself through the towel, pressing roughly against sensitive flesh \n103. \\\u003eA long, sensuous moan left her lips and she continued with her rub down, half drying, half touching herself \n104. \\\u003eSoon she was finished, left with a damp towel and dry fur \n105. \\\u003eExcept for her around crotch and inside her thighs, where her natural lubricant flowed faster than the fabric could wick away the moisture as it ground against her puffy, sensitive vulva \n106. \\\u003eSkritsnik wrapped the towel around herself and pulled it tight, making sure that the Reikland Eagle jutted out proudly over the swell of her breasts \n107. \\\u003eDebasing the beloved symbols of the no-furs in such a shamelessly erotic and degenerate fashion never failed to bring a smile to the Grey Seer's lips \n108. \\\u003eShe retrieved her staff - it wouldn't do to present herself before a slave without it - and padded along the main hall with an unconscious sway in her hips, her tail flicking with anticipation \n109. \\\u003eA three-quarters twist of a torch sconce set into the far wall set cunningly hidden Clan Skryre machinery shuddering into life \n110. \\\u003eA great slab of the wall began to tremble and slide outwards, and the rumbling of hidden gears and the harsh scraping of stone against stone filled Skritsnik's ears \n111. \\\u003eThe stone door slid away to the side, and Skritsnik strode forwards into the secret chamber \n112. \\\u003eThe space was about the size of a floor from a typical human dwelling in the city above, and furnished in much the same way \n113. \\\u003eA tapestry of looted carpets disguised the hard stone floor, while paintings and shelves laden with knickknacks had been haphazardly arranged around the room in an attempt to break up the bleak stone of the walls \n114. \\\u003eThe chamber's sole occupant stood alert and ready in the centre of the space, eyes on Skritsnik and a hint of a submissive bow in his posture \n115. \\\u003eA strong human male, standing a head taller than the Grey Seer and half again as broad, dressed in finely embroidered clothes that were starting to show their age \n116. \\\u003eSkritsnik's eyes roved up across him, drinking in his firm physique through the tight fabrics that at one point where the height of men's fashion \n117. \\\u003eHer eyes lingered for a moment when they found the prominent bulge straining against his breeches \n118. \\\u003eIt had taken many months of effort and many warptokens to produce such a high quality and... unconventional slave, but by Skritsnik's reckoning her investment was paying off handsomely \n119. \\\u003eShe arched her back slightly, thrusting her bust outwards \n120. \\\u003eFor just a split second the man's eyes flicked down to the twin nubs tenting underneath the wings of the Reikland Eagle \n121. \\\u003eThe Grey Seer licked her lips greedily \n122. \\\u003eOh yes, she was looking forwards to this indeed \n123. \\\u003e\"Undress,\" she commanded with all the imperious authority her thin, high-pitched voice could muster in the strange, unnatural syllables of Reikspiel \n124. \\\u003eHe worked quickly, unbuttoning and discarding the velvet jerkin and cotton shirt beneath, exposing his muscular torso \n125. \\\u003eHis body was smooth and hairless like all other no-furs \n126. \\\u003eHideous \n127. \\\u003eDisgusting \n128. \\\u003eCompletely irresistible to the Grey Seer's twisted, degenerate tastes \n129. \\\u003eSkritsnik's breathing quickened as he revealed more and more skin \n130. \\\u003eHer tail thrashed behind her and she felt her wetness flowing freely from between her legs \n131. \\\u003eShe stank of desperate, horny female to the point where she was sure even the human's dull, feeble nose would pick up on it soon \n132. \\\u003eHer spare paw drifted to her breast, fondling and groping herself as she enjoyed the show her slave was putting on \n133. \\\u003eHis quick fingers unbuckled his belt and looped around his waistband \n134. \\\u003e\"Slower,\" the Grey Seer ordered breathily, need creeping into her voice \n135. \\\u003eShe wanted to savour this next reveal \n136. \\\u003eThe slave nodded, and slowly, surely began to pull down his breeches \n137. \\\u003eSkritsnik's eyes locked onto his crotch, savouring every inch of thick man-flesh that emerged from its cotton prison \n138. \\\u003eThe pole between his legs showed only the beginnings of an erection, and already it was thicker and as long as the organ of a common ratman \n139. \\\u003eHanging below them were a pair of round, firm testicles that Skritsnik knew were large enough to completely fill a paw and delightfully weighty \n140. \\\u003eBut she was far too pent up to spend time attending to his flesh; today was going to be all about pleasing her own mighty personage \n141. \\\u003eShe ripped the towel from her body with a flourish, completely exposing herself before the male and planting her feet apart in a power stance \n142. \\\u003eOne paw gripped her staff imperiously, while the other slid downwards and spread apart her soaked labia in a wordless command to her plaything \n143. \\\u003eThe human approached and knelt before the Grey Seer, his large, strong hands sliding across her thighs and around to rest atop her firm buttocks \n144. \\\u003eSkritsnik watched intently as his face closed with her sex, relishing her slave's complete subservience to her, how he knew just how she wanted him to please her without needing to be told \n145. \\\u003eHow she wished all of her underlings could be as competent as her human... \n146. \\\u003eThen his lips met hers, and for a moment the Grey Seer's scheming mind emptied of everything but the electrifying sensation of another's touch on her most intimate of places \n147. \\\u003eA long, shuddering moan left her lips as the human began his work in earnest, drawing along the length of her pussy with his thick, broad tongue and sending bolts of lightning shooting through her body \n148. \\\u003eSkritsnik grasped the back of his head, keeping him in place as his tongue darted here and there leaving buzzing pleasure in its wake \n149. \\\u003eShe crooned deeply, eyes closed, focused on the sensation of her toy eagerly lapping up her juices \n150. \\\u003eAnd yet it still wasn't enough, his ministrations only served to coax the flame in her belly into an inferno without truly feeding it \n151. \\\u003eHis approach was almost teasing, leaving quick licks all over but never committing, never daring to truly part her folds or caress her aching button \n152. \\\u003eClearly it was time for Skritsnik to express her will in a little more paws-on fashion \n153. \\\u003eShe tightened her grip on the human's short-cropped hair and roughly pressed his face into her crotch, grinding her hips forwards at the same time \n154. \\\u003eLittle gyrations and thrusts dragged the strange contours of his face all over her nethers, pressing into every fold and contour of slick, sensitive flesh \n155. \\\u003eThe Grey Seer threw her head back in ecstasy as her clit brushed against his skin and sent a lightning bolt of sexual bliss shooting up her spine \n156. \\\u003eAgain and again she ground herself against him, wantonly chittering and moaning her pleasure for all the Under-Empire to hear \n157. \\\u003eHer human's tongue valiantly tried to continue its work as the rat-woman continued her erotic assault, diving in and lapping at her nectar every time her lips passed over his own \n158. \\\u003eHe kept a vice-like grip on his mistress' rear, fingers digging into the plush, furry globes like a man trying desperately to hold firm against a hurricane \n159. \\\u003eSkritsnik felt a familiar pressure building building in her core as she continued to press and rub herself against the human's face \n160. \\\u003eFaster she ground herself against him, harder she held him down with her paw, desperately chasing new heights of pleasure \n161. \\\u003eShe looked down at him, past her quivering breasts and heaving belly, at this once-proud human now completely and utterly subservient to her mighty personage, and felt the pressure contract and coil itself into a dense knot \n162. \\\u003eAnd as thoughts of dominion and power filled her head, the knot exploded \n163. \\\u003eSkritnsik came \n164. \\\u003eViolently \n165. \\\u003eShe screamed as raw pleasure shot through every nerve in her body, shaking like a leaf in the wind as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably \n166. \\\u003eAll the while she kept her human pressed deep into her, riding the tidal wave of pleasure and coating his already sodden face in copious amounts of her nectar \n167. \\\u003eAnd once again muscles deep within herself contracted, milking a cock that still wasn't there \n168. \\\u003eBut that would be corrected soon \n169. \\\u003eAfter a few moments Skritsnik released her grip and staggered backwards a step, sucking in in deep, shuddering breaths as she basked in the afterglow of the night's second orgasm \n170. \\\u003eOnce her eyes refocused she cast them down at her plaything, still kneeling where he pleasured her \n171. \\\u003eHe had performed admirably, but her body cried out for more \n172. \\\u003eThe Grey Seer motioned him up with a paw, and the human drew himself up to stand at his full towering height \n173. \\\u003eAnother part of him was also standing, Skritsnik noted with some satisfaction \n174. \\\u003eHis thick erection jutted proudly out towards the rat-woman, twitching ever so slightly with his heartbeat \n175. \\\u003eSkritsnik stepped closer, leaning heavily on her staff to support her still-trembling legs, and reached out to take his member in her paw \n176. \\\u003eThe human tensed slightly at the sensation of her hairless digits wrapping themselves around his shaft, a small hiss of pleasure escaping as they started to gently rub at the sensitive skin \n177. \\\u003eSritsnik explored her prize, appreciating its heft and the warmth radiating from it \n178. \\\u003eAnd the size, Horned One be praised, the size! \n179. \\\u003eFar larger, far thicker than anything she had ever seen on her fellow ratmen during her few and brief trips to breeding pits \n180. \\\u003eShe looked her plaything in the eyes leaned in close, squashing her supple breasts against his firm body, studying the expression of pleasure on his face as her digits traced along his cock \n181. \\\u003eHis breath hitched as her thumb crossed from foreskin to the pliable flesh of his strange, bulbous head \n182. \\\u003eShe felt a bead of precum smear as she traced across his sensitive tip and withdrew her paw, grinning up at her plaything like a wolf-rat with cornered prey \n183. \\\u003eSkritsnik brought her thumb up to her face and made a show of licking up the slightly salty fluid, throwing in a moan for good measure \n184. \\\u003eAll the while she studied the human's face with a sense of smug satisfaction, noting the signs of desperate arousal just begging to be relieved \n185. \\\u003eThe Grey Seer had no doubt that the human's simple mind wanted nothing more than to use his great size and strength to pin her down and take her over and over until he was spent \n186. \\\u003eShe relished the feeling of domination, of power, that her great and mighty personage rightly held over the human, a microcosm of the glorious destiny of the Skaven to one day rule over the surface world and all its inferior races \n187. \\\u003eShe was in charge, utterly and absolutely \n188. \\\u003eBut that didn't mean that some desires weren't... mutual \n189. \\\u003eSkritsnik looked the human dead in his eyes and spoke in the most sultry, smouldering voice her broken Reikspiel could muster \n190. \\\u003e\"You will fuck-breed me with this now, yes-yes?\" \n191. \\\u003eThe human responded with a carefully measured nod that contrasted with the barely contained lust shining in his eyes \n192. \\\u003e\"Anything you desire, oh mighty one.\" \n193. \\\u003eShe pulled away slowly, the flattery tingling in her lower belly, before turning around and making her way over to a grand four-poster bed nestled against one of the chamber's walls with an exaggerated sway in her hips \n194. \\\u003eThe human followed, and Skritsnik didn't need to look to know that his eyes were fixated on the sway of her delicious backside \n195. \\\u003e\"On your back,\" she commanded with a wave of a paw \n196. \\\u003eShe watched hungrily as the human climbed on top the silk sheets, following every wonderfully weighty bounce of his member as he rolled over before it came to rest flat against his torso \n197. \\\u003eSkritisnik clambered on after him, taking care to prop her staff against the bed frame within arm's reach \n198. \\\u003eThe rat-woman straddled the obedient human's crotch, hissing in pleasure at the sensation of his iron-hard shaft against her soaked nethers \n199. \\\u003eLittle movements of her hips dragged her sensitive labia up and down his length, coating it completely in liquid horny rat \n200. \\\u003eHis breathing hitched as she dragged herself across the underside of his sensitive head, a twitch of his fingers betraying his desire to take hold of those plush hips and plunge himself deep inside the tight, sodden tunnel grinding against him \n201. \\\u003eSkritisnik looked down at him with a lecherous grin - she valued her slave's absolute discipline highly, but she enjoyed watching it crack under her erotic assault even more \n202. \\\u003eEvery pass fanned the flame in her belly, and soon it was once again a roaring inferno begging to be extinguished by one thing and one thing only \n203. \\\u003eShe lifted her hips and gripped her human's stiff, unbearably warm member, her digits slipping slightly on the thick sheen of her lubrication, and brought its head to rest against the entrance to her aching depths \n204. \\\u003eSlowly, agonisingly, she began to impale herself upon the shaft, every inch sliding effortlessly into the well-lubricated tunnel of sensitive flesh, spreading the rat-woman's walls further than a partner was ever intended to \n205. \\\u003eChitters and squeals of ecstasy echoed around the stone chamber as Skritsnik's long-burning desire to have something, someone inside her was finally fulfilled \n206. \\\u003eShe slammed her hips down the last few inches with a sharp cry, shuddering as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine like warp-lightning, her tunnel convulsing around the pillar of flesh inside it and flooding the point of the pair's union with a fresh coating of her lubricant \n207. \\\u003eFor a moment Skritsnik stopped, panting softly and simply basking in the sensation of her human's warm, pulsing member filling her up completely and totally \n208. \\\u003eThroughout it all the human had remained completely motionless, eyes fixated on the sight of his length parting and disappearing between the rat-woman's slick, lightly furred lips, betrayed only by the heaving of his chest and the desperate twitching and pulsing of his member against the walls of its hot, velvety-soft prison \n209. \\\u003ePride swelled in Skritsnik's breast as her hungry eyes took in his stillness \n210. \\\u003eShe was Skritsnik Visktarr, Greey Seer, chosen of the Horned Rat, and even compromised as she was - shivering and panting with the beast's cock buried deep inside her - he was completely subservient, obedient, as all should be before her great and powerful personage! \n211. \\\u003eThe rat-woman thrust her chest out as imperiously as she could, and uttered a command that in her head resonated with power and authority: \n212. \\\u003e\"Y-you may start move-thrusting now!\" she half-said, half-moaned, desperate need evident even in her broken Reikspiel \n213. \\\u003eShe yelped as strong hands near-instantly gripped her soft, ample waist and a powerful upwards thrust rocked her to the core \n214. \\\u003eThe assault was swift and relentless, his length pistoning in and out of her, paying her back and then some for all the sexual frustration the rat-woman had tormented him with that night \n215. \\\u003eThe world around Skritsnik faded, her beady red eyes rolling back into her skull and the erotic cacophony of wet slaps, feminine squeals, and abused timbers barely registering to her ears \n216. \\\u003eAll that mattered was the cock spreading her, slamming into her, sending tidal waves of pleasure to drown out everything else \n217. \\\u003eDesperate for more sensation she grabbed her jiggling breasts and began kneading them roughly, pinching the painfully stiff nipples between her claws \n218. \\\u003eThe human allowed himself a small smile as he beheld the writhing, lust-drunk form of the once-dignified rat-mage bouncing wetly on his crotch, completely lost to everything but his cock \n219. \\\u003eShe may have been his master, but once inside her he held all the cards \n220. \\\u003eHe pulled his hips back as far as he could, leaving just his tip inside those velvety folds and holding it there \n221. \\\u003eSkritsnik blinked slowly, a sudden gnawing emptiness in her belly telling her that her prized slave had dared to go against her will and stop pleasuring her \n222. \\\u003eUnacceptable! \n223. \\\u003eShe opened her mouth, intent on promising a grisly fate if he didn't start filling her pussy right away, when suddenly he drove his full length into her with an almighty WHAP of skin meeting furred skin \n224. \\\u003eStars exploded across the rat-woman's vision as her tunnel went from achingly empty to stretched to its limits instantly, and she pitched forwards onto her human's chest with a strangled, needy cry \n225. \\\u003eStrong hands gripped her midsection and her world became a sudden blur as everything turned upside down \n226. \\\u003eThe human had rolled her over onto her back, his cock still fully sheathed within her folds, and she found herself trapped underneath his broad frame \n227. \\\u003eInsubordination! \n228. \\\u003eTreachery! \n229. \\\u003eHer natural Skaven instincts kicked in lightning fast in reaction to the clear attempt on her life, cutting through the fog of lust like a warp-forged blade through a steel breastplate \n230. \\\u003eHer eyes flashed dangerously, sparks of green lightning crackling around them as she prepared to turn the traitorous human into a greasy smear on the ceiling \n231. \\\u003eAnd then he began to thrust again \n232. \\\u003eShe gasped at the sudden unexpected sensation \n233. \\\u003ePinned underneath his bulk, the human was everywhere \n234. \\\u003eHis pink, muscled form filled her view, his masculine scent filled her nose, his grunts filled his ears, and his wonderful pillar of flesh filled her most intimate of places over and over again \n235. \\\u003eA new instinct reared its head, quickly overwhelming all else in her mind \n236. \\\u003eFor the first time in her cunning, scheming life Skritsnik wasn't in control, and all her body could muster in response was an intense need to be bred by a strong, virile male \n237. \\\u003eAll pretence of authority gone, she threw her head back against the sheets and chittered in pleasure as her human took her over and over again \n238. \\\u003eShe threw her arms around the human's broad, broad back, her claws gripping tight and leaving angry red lines in their wake as she held on for dear life against the relentless assault on her pussy \n239. \\\u003eSkritsnik writhed and squirmed in ecstasy underneath her human, her fur matted in a sheen of sweat, moans and barely-coherent demands to be fucked faster, harder, deeper babbled in chittering Queekish that her human would never understand \n240. \\\u003eTheir bodies stayed locked in that carnal embrace for what to Skritsnik seemed like an unnaturally long time, the human possessed of far greater endurance than any partner the Grey Seer's body was intended to accept \n241. \\\u003eYet for every moment the relentless fucking dragged on for, she wished it to drag on for a moment longer, her mind virtually robbed of higher function under the endless onslaught of primal pleasure \n242. \\\u003eEventually she felt the steady rhythm of her human's thrusts begin to falter; a sure sign that he was approaching his peak \n243. \\\u003eSkritsnik's body cried out for his seed, begging to be impregnated and fulfil her purpose of adding new life to the Great Horned Rat's empire \n244. \\\u003eShe locked her legs around her partner's hips, preventing him from pulling out even if he wanted to \n245. \\\u003eHis thrusts came rapidly and sporadic, his chest heaving \n246. \\\u003eSkritsnik felt his shaft throb dangerously inside of her, she could feel he was about to blow at any second \n247. \\\u003e\"Please-please,\" she begged in breathy, needy Queekish, \"please-please fuck-breed your pups into me!\" \n248. \\\u003eThe human buried himself to the hilt inside the rat-woman's folds with one last titanic thrust, both of them crying out in ecstasy as their respective orgasms washed over them \n249. \\\u003eHis cock pulsed, shooting rope after rope of hot, virile semen deep inside the Grey Seer, coating her womb in sticky white \n250. \\\u003eSkritsnik's body went limp, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally being well and truly bred \n251. \\\u003eThe human gingerly pulled out, acutely aware of the friction against every inch of ultra-sensitive, over-stimulated flesh \n252. \\\u003eFinally his prodigious length left the rat-woman entirely, and Skritsnik felt a thick cocktail of her love juices and her human's semen dripping out of her \n253. \\\u003eThe human teetered for a moment on unsteady arms before collapsing sideways to lay alongside the Grey Seer on the thoroughly ruined sheets \n254. \\\u003eFor a few minutes there was no sound except the rhythmic rise and fall of breath, as the pair floated in the afterglow of their intense fucking \n255. \\\u003eSkritsnik idly ran a paw over her flat stomach, her mind's eye conjuring visions of her belly swollen and kicking with new life... \n256. \\\u003eShe shook her head, banishing the images from her mind \n257. \\\u003eThat would be weakness, she told herself, and weakness is unacceptable \n258. \\\u003eHer paw stayed where it was for a few moments before reluctantly pulling away \n259. \\\u003eShe hauled herself up into a sitting position \n260. \\\u003eAs... entertaining as this diversion had been, Skritsnik had plans to attend to \n261. \\\u003eShe looked over to the human laying beside her, ready to bark an order to clean up, but paused when she saw him deep in slumber \n262. \\\u003eInstead she simply clambered out from amongst the sweaty, sticky sheets, appreciating the sensation of the cool stone against the pads of her footpaws \n263. \\\u003eShe swayed slightly in place, her legs still weak from the intense pounding \n264. \\\u003eSkritsnik retrieved her staff - which had fallen down at some point in the excitement - and prepared to face the Under-Empire again \n265. \\\u003eShe sniffed the air and grimaced \n266. \\\u003eEverything stank of sex and musk \n267. \\\u003eA bath first, she resolved, and then dealing with the ever-bumbling buffoons that dwelled beyond the doors to her personal warren \n268. \\\u003eLeaning on her staff for support, she slowly, tentatively made her way back to the main chamber \n269. \\\u003eShe reached the secret doorway and stopped dead in her tracks \n270. \\\u003eThere, in the centre of her warren, was one of her Stormvermin, a bloodied halberd in one paw \n271. \\\u003eAnd Grismatz' severed head clutched in the other \n272. \\\u003eLooking right at Kritsnik, very naked, fur stained with semen, and absolutely stinking of sex \n273. \\\u003eThe poor rat's eyes were wild, his moving wordlessly as his brain scrambled for something to get him of his predicament alive \n274. \\\u003eKritsnik's face contorted into a hideous scowl and her eyes glowed green with arcane energy \n275. \\\u003e\"OUT!!!\" she screamed, a paw thrusting forth and emitting a stream of pure warp-lightning towards the hapless Stormvermin, frozen in terror at the display of arcane power \n276. \\\u003eGrismatz' severed head exploded, taking one of the Stormvermin's claws with it and sending pulpy red mess and shards of bone everywhere \n277. \\\u003eThe Stormvermin immediately retreated with all speed, practically falling over himself in an attempt to run away and bow at the same time \n278. \\\u003eSkritsnik took one of her horns in her free paw, aggressively rubbing the rough protrusion and sighing to herself bitterly \n279. \\\u003eWhy, oh why, did everyone around her have to be a gaggle of utterly incompetent mice? \n280. \\\u003eHer mighty personage had quite enough of dealing with fools for one day, she decided \n281. \\\u003eSkritsnik turned and hobbled back into the secret chamber, accompanied by the rumble of hidden machinery as the stone door slid back into place, blissfully cutting her off from the rest of the Under-Empire \n282. \\\u003eAnd free to enjoy the one underling she could rely on to do their job properly... \n283. \\\u003e \n284. \\\u003e-End-"}