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Morskikt the Skaven and Sigmir the Imperial

Chapter 3 part 2

Sigmir nearly let out a surprised moan to the sudden, somehow unexpected sensation of the hot paste on his sensitive nipples, yet he was out of breath already so only his facial expression changed, leading to Morskikts very own arousal increasing. The Skaven put his other paw on the man's hip, really digging his hands in there. Sigmir started to squirm around under the beefy rodent. 

Morskikt was massaging the hot paste onto Sigmirs midriff, with his soft paws strafing closely past the man's member, the lust of both if them increasing tremendously every minute. The Skaven who had already put enough on Sigmirs arms, is now moving down to the side of his chest. For now he was just holding him like that. Left paw digging into his hip, right hand holding his chest. The Horned rat finished up with his upper body, now moving over to his legs, he got off of the Imperial Soldier to kneel down infront of him, he grabbed new paste and then grabbed his left foot with both his paws, massaging on the healing balm and moving up quickly, working his way up Sigmirs leg. 

His claws traced along ever so slightly, giving Sigmir the feeling of being prey, that's being played with.

"Haahh~ fuck Morskihh...."

Sigmir stammered out. Morskikt's head was so close to Sigmirs groin, he could hear the fabric that was restraining his member rip and tear. The cocky Skaven has reached the needful mans thigh, squeezing it quite a lot, coming close to it with his maw, opening it and nearly frothing at the mouth at the sight of it, he was going in and drooling a bit on it, tracing his teeth along the soft leg.

Yet he pulled back and instead moved up with his hand, moving one into the tight briefs and cutting into Sigmirs skin slightly. Luckily the healing balm worked its magic and helped with the cuts.

"Aahhh..."

Sigmir let out a whiney whimper as he got felt up like a piece of meat by the burly Skaven.

Morskikt could feel his own loincloth strain against his heavy member. He decided to quickly do the other leg of Sigmir and then couldn't hold back any longer.

"Turn around. Now."

Like a good, obedient pet he did exactly what the broad Horned rat requested of him.

Morskikt wasted no time and grabbed the man's back, massaged the healing balm into it as best as he could.

"Now... Only one part-place left... Turn around one more time for me."

Once again the Man turned around and faced the tall, intimidating Rat man. He placed a claw on Sigmirs jawline, and let it slowly wander down his body, teasing his sensitive nipples on the way down and letting it wander all the way to the briefs that were about to give up the fight.

Where once was a small patch, there was now a big wet spot. Sigmir was enjoying his treatment and it shows. His member was prodding against the briefs, yearning for sweet release.

With his free hand the Skaven lifted up the chin of Sigmir, he had a look of pleasure and tension on it he was not able to hide whatsoever.

"May I?"

Morskikt asked cockily, wanting to finally rip the briefs off of the poor man.

"YEEHSS~"

Sigmirs answer was clear, a needy and pathetic moan, solidifying his wish.

"Good man-thing~"

Said Morskikt, with his deep brooding, vibrating voice ripping through Sigmirs body once more. He put pressure on his claw and ripped into the piece of cloth. Finally having a point of release, the entire briefs ripped apart quickly, with a loud 'snap' Sigmirs needy member Sprung into action and sent a large string of precum flying over Morskikts maw.

"Fuuuck... Finally... It was so painful..."

"Good boy-pet, Sigmir."

Morskikt grabbed Sigmir by the hips, his claws digging painlessly into the Soldiers epidermis, massaging in the paste into his skin, before moving one of his paws in between the Imperials thighs. Sigmir whimpered as the tall Skaven felt up this very sensitive area and when done there, he moved it in between his legs, applying the paste around his groin, not yet touching his shaft, but ever so slightly grazing it.

Sigmirs needy member throbbed painfully hard, opaque precum drooling out his tip and running down his shaft, to drool over his balls and pool up underneath him, on the down duvet.

Morskikt now slowly moved his paw down Sigmirs body and cupped the man's balls in his hand, lifting them playfully to make way for his other hand to dig in between his legs and start to explore his plump rear with his big, soft paws.

The tall rat looked down on his precious prey and a string of saliva left his maw without his notice and drooled on the smaller man, a small puddle of warm rodent saliva now on his midriff and running down his groin.

Morskikt applied the paste all over and around the man's soft rump. Now nearly every inch of his body had the paste on and worked into his skin.

That's when Morskikt grabbed both of Sigmirs thighs and forced them apart, only to drag the comparably light Imperial on the bed over to the Horned rat himself, the Skavens member, restricted by the loincloth, was beginning to harden. Sigmirs rear was propped up against the rats groin, he could feel the warmth emitting from it.

Morskikt couldn't handle it anymore, he moved aside his loincloth and his hefty member sprung into action, sending a thick stream of precum over and onto his smaller partner,in such a velocity that it even hit his face. At this point that was Sigmirs last worry.

"Man-thing... You are making me feel... Things... No Horned rat woman-female could have ever made me feel-feel. I... I feel like you are all-everything I ever needed... And now... I need your body..."

Morskikt wrapped his hand around Sigmirs painfully hard member and before he could even start to stroke his shaft he could feel his length throbbing hard. A second later and Sigmirs member erupted in a glorious, blissful orgasm, he shot his cum all over himself, his groin, his midriff, his chest and even his face.

The tall Skaven stared in awe and pride, watching his prey enjoy himself so much that he could barely hold himself together, so little in fact, Sigmir was driven over the edge by the simple touch of the Horned Rat.

"Hahhh... Fuck... M- Morskikt... I- I..."

Morskikt did not wait to hear what he said, instead, he went down on one knee, to get down on him better, and then he leant down on Sigmir, opened his maw and enveloped his entire length, wrapping his long tongue around the man's shaft, milking him dry.

Sigmirs member was still more than sensitive and made the man whimper and squeak rather feminine. He bucked his body upwards and tried to push the Rats head off of his length because the overstimulation was driving him insane. But to no avail.

Not only was he far too weak, but the rat's grip on the man's body was far too tight.

"Morskii- haa...AAAHH~ so... Sensitive... Fuuuuck oh gooosh... Shit.. Mnnfff~ hnggyaaa~ this feels too good~"

After having listened to enough of the man's pathetic moans and whimpers, he decided to let go of the man's length. A wet 'plop' and a satisfied 'aahh' by Morskikt, as well as the different submissive noises that the man made filled the room. Like after a full meal, the Skaven wiped his mouth with his big arm, then he grabbed his meaty member and slapped it down on Sigmirs groin, it was far thicker and bigger than what the Soldier had to offer, but not to a degrading degree. 

That's when Morskikt leant down on the sheepish man and let out his long tongue, starting down at his groin he cleaned up his partner slowly and methodically, licking up all of the man's load and making sure his soft skin was immaculate. 

The tongue made its way up to his chest and the Skaven couldn't help himself but to nibble on his nipple, making the man yelp in a very cute way. Satisfied with the sounds he produced from him, Morskikt moved further up and locked his neck clean, the soft tongue picking up all that the man splattered on himself. Now his body was clean, yet his face wasn't.

Morskikt grabbed his chin playfully and lifted it up, nudging Sigmir to come closer to the Horned Rats face. As soon as he was close enough Morskikt opened his maw once more and licked his face clean.

Moving his tongue up Sigmirs jawline, slowly licking up all of the cum that's been splattered on his face. As soon as he was done, Morskikt moved his paw from his chin to the back of his head, he stared deeply into Sigmirs eyes, before grabbing a tuft of hair and going in for a kiss. The Skaven tilted his head slightly and dug his tongue down the man's throat, making out lovingly.

Sigmir felt up the Rats big biceps, strafing his hands through Morskikt's soft fluffy fur.

After what felt like several minutes of making out, Morskikt pulled his head away and had to breath heavily.

"God... Very well man-thing... Are you... Ready?"

Morskikt moved off of Sigmir and stood with one leg on the down duvet now. He propped up his heavy member and slapped it down on the man's soft skin, letting the sound ring through Sigmirs ears.

Was he really about to let a Skaven rail him? Well, it's too late to back out now.

"Y- yes Morskikt... I'm ready..."

"Good pet-thing"

With these words Sigmir had signed his fate. Morskikt readied up, grabbed Sigmirs hips and bucked forwards, forcing his way into Sigmirs rear with ease. The Soldier couldn't handle it anymore and came a second time. This time less powerful, yet still an orgasm nonetheless. The room, now filled with the noises of a low, vibrating grunting, a feminine moaning and whimpering and after some time the soft padded noises of skin hitting fur.

Morskikt's heavy balls needed some release, for a long time now.

He moved his hips rhythmically and slowly, so as to not hurt his partner.

"M- man-thing... I'm close..."

At first Sigmir didn't hear it, being too overstimulated by a full feeling, as Morskikt's shaft went into his tight hole, the soft fur giving the exactly opposite feeling. A feeling of ease and homeliness.

This time Sigmir was ripped back into reality, as Morskikt leant forward, putting most of his weight onto Sigmir and opening his maw wide open, putting the man's neck in it and... Biting down! Sigmir held the big shoulders of the Skaven as he let out a defeated yelp. Not only that, but that's also when Morskikt started to go balls deep into his hole.

The Horned rat wanted to say something, but couldn't, as he only growled loudly and started to pump his massive load into the sheepish soldier.

Sigmir could not only feel the balls resting on him clench, but also how Morskikt's spunk made its way into his body. From shaft to head. He felt even more filled up than before.

With that, Morskikt's maw released itself from Sigmirs neck. That is surely gonna leave a mark, but nothing too serious.

"Fuuuck... Morskikt..."

"Sigmir-male... Feels so much better than ever-ever imagined."

Sigmirs hole was still clenching hard on the Skavens shaft as the tall rat wrapped his arm around Sigmir, holding him close to his chest and really burying his face in that beefy, soft fur of Morskikts. Now, his entire upper body was nearly enveloped in the Skavens soft fluffy fur, yet his member wouldn't stop spurting precum into it, causing a single small bit of uncleanliness in the otherwise well groomed fur.

The Horned Rat positioned the two of them in the middle of the bed. Morskikt spread his legs and leaned on the headrest, placing both of his paws on Sigmirs big, soft thighs, with his juicy Skaven cock still lodged neatly inside of the man's ass.

"Round two. Would you be so kind-nice as to do the work yourself, this time-time~"

"Y- yes... Morskikt"

Sigmir started to ride the burly rat man, this time impaling himself on the big meat lance. The previous round served seemingly only as a foreplay to this, Morskikt's big load used as Lube now.

Sigmir started moving and at the same time he couldn't help himself but to let out even more whimpering and moaning. With every time that he was moving himself down, a bulge formed on his stomach. Morskikt, proud of his work, put a paw on Sigmirs stomach and with the other paw he held his chin once more, forcing them to lock eyes as Sigmir was rearranging his own guts on the Skaven.

"You're doing a great-good job, man-thing."

Morskikt reached out to Sigmirs member and started to slowly and methodically stroke it in the same rhythm as the man riding Morskikt.

Feeling more confident in himself now, Sigmir reached out to Morskikt and held his jaw. The sensations right now were superb. The big meat in his ass, having his dick jerked off, and the hundreds of soft hairs all around his hand, followed by the heavenly soft down duvet that they were doing the act on made it a sensational dream.

With his other hand, Sigmir reached out to Morskikts free paw and locked fingers with it, holding his hand, he used that as an opportunity to take the lead, as he tried to pull the heavy man towards himself - yet if Morskikt wouldn't have moved up with him, Sigmir wouldn't have managed it.

That's when the man wrapped his arms around the extremely soft and fluffy Skaven and this time, tried to push his own tongue down Morskikt's throat. Sadly, due to the fact that Skaven has a long maw instead of a human like mouth, and that his human tongue wasn't nearly as long as the Rats, he could only push it into the first half of Morskikt's maw.

Still more than intrigued by Sigmirs depiction of dominance, Morskikt let out a low grumbling moan, vibrating into Sigmirs skull and body.

Furthermore, Sigmir was able to feel Morskikt's member throb once more, meaning only one thing.

Soon after that hefty and long throb, Morskikt unleashed his second load into Sigmir. This time he let his head fall back in the bliss and even let out a long soft whimper, at the same time the Human who was also quite on edge grabbed the heavy paw of the Skaven and jerked himself off with it, quickly finishing his load onto his fur. Because it was Sigmirs third load, he wasn't able to get all too much out, but there was still more than enough left to mess up the Skavens fur.

"Wow. You're so... Sigmir, this look suits-fits you really well. I need to admit-say, I'm growing quite fond of you-you."

Morskikt reached out his left paw to caress Sigmirs soft face. The Soldier, leaning into the soft paw of the 'tamed' Skaven was as equally proud in himself - being able to make the big Horned Rat moan and whimper - as Morskikt himself - getting the chance to breed Sigmir twice and making him cum three times. It was safe to say, everybody was more than satisfied with this outcome.

"Do you wish-want to stay in this position, Sigmir, dear?"

"Yes, Morskikt, I would love to... Just.. Stay like this... For some time..."

The Man then held the Skavens paw that was caressing his face, took it off of it and looked Morskikt in the eyes, and then kissed his hand. The tall Skaven could now feel what Sigmir had had described earlier as being flustered, his heart rate increased, his breathe stiffed and he could feel his face heat up.

Wordlessly, Morskikt grabbed a piece of cloth from the bedside drawer and cleaned up Sigmirs cum that was still on the Horned Rats abs and chest, threw it aside and then embraced his smaller partner in a very hearty, soft, fluffy hug as they leaned back onto the even softer down duvet.

Sigmir didn't know how he should feel, considering he was being smothered in beefy soft Rat chest, as well as still having Morskikt's massive Skaven cock lodged inside of his rear entrance, yet the later problem quickly disappeared, as the Skavens member softened up enough to fall out with a loud and wet 'plop', followed by a lot of air passing out of Sigmirs ass. It was a really embarrassing experience for him, it sounded like he was farting, when in actuality the Skaven had just moved so much air up the man's rear end 

Sigmir buried his face in the oh so soft, beefy, burly chest of Morskikt. Like two big pillows which were made just for him and him only.

"I- I’m sorry."

"All is good-fine, Dear, that is just natural."

Morskikts paw moved down to the small man's rear and he spread it apart, claws digging into the skin one more time. Now Sigmirs gaping hole had an even stronger flow, as all of the buckets of cum that the needy Skaven shot up there, slowly drooled and partly shot its way out of him. First running down his cheeks and onto the back of his balls, then moving onto Morskikt's midriff and groin, until it started pooling and creating a little puddle on, around and underneath the Horned Rats hefty balls.

"I will have that-that cleaned... Later. For now, I want-need you here, with me."

Morskikt said and hugged the man even tighter, and kissed him on the neck, shoulder, and many, many kisses on the face.

End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 is currently WIP

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Morskikt the Skaven and Sigmir the Imperial

Chapter 3 Part 1

Heavy steps, floorboards creaking. This could mean only one thing. The moldy door opened slowly and the gentle giant stepped into the odd room. Sigmir was lying on the bed, on his belly, the Squire sitting on his little ottoman next to the door.

Morskikt put down a basket with herbs on the bedside drawer, and then he laid his heavy hand on Sigmirs head and ruffled his hair. Sigmir, who was still asleep, got woken up by the Skaven’s affection, jolted up and instantly sat upright on the bed.

Morskikt, being embarrassed to almost be caught by him showing softness and affection ripped his hand away in shock.

"Your herb-leaves, man-thing. The market was hell-bad. The medicine cost the gold-jingle of an entire division of men-things. It better be useful-good..."

After saying that while looking down, he walked to the other end of the room and put a new quill on the table.

"Also I got-get you this."

Morskikt ducked through the doorframe and picked something up that was on the outside of the room.

"For you."

Morskikt handed Sigmir the very blade that he yielded and gave to the Squire on the Battlefield. But it was sort of different... On closer inspection, the blade was finer, sharper and had something engraved in the hilt "Morskikt".

"I hope you don't mind-dislike the changes I made-did... I took the freedom to upgrade your filthy-dirty man-thing blade and made it... Better..."

Sigmir stared at the blade in disbelief. It was just a boring old sword... Why would anybody go out of his way to work on it? It's a standard issue soldier infantry sword.

"Why are you giving me this? I can just strike you down now."

"Your shackles-chains."

Morskikt retorted very dryly, without thinking about it any longer.

"I have brought-got you a new quill. Don't break this one... Please"

"Rat-ical!"

Yelled the young Squire out of nowhere, as a probable reaction to the new, rarely in Skaven cities seen Quill.

"What? I- I am thankful, Morskikt, but... You haven't answered my question! I can just..."

He pointed the blade at Morskikt, his Squire jumping up from his ottoman and unsheathing his broken straight sword and reluctantly pointing it at Sigmir.

"As told-said before... Your shackles. You're not shackled-chained."

Morskikt softly put his paw on the blade, making Sigmir point it down, alongside the Squire who acted accordingly.

"If you were, I would have kept-kept the blade outside. But obviously my Squire here trusts-believes you enough as to leave you unchained, even after-after you have changed your cloth-fabrics"

Morskikt put his other paw on the head of his loyal Squire and he let out a gleeful 'yip yip'

"Now man-thing, if I may ask you to lower your blade-sword and put it aside?"

There was a moment of silence, before Sigmir lowered his blade, got out of his stance and put the sword next to his bedside drawer, then sat back down on the bed.

"Good boy, Sigmir."

Morskikts deep voice rumbled through Sigmirs head and made its way into his bones, he was deeply shook by what he just heard and gasped a little. His heart rate increased. He put one hand on his bare chest and the other one on the blanket, clenching the soft fabric because of the shock.

The Soldier's head turning red once more caught the attention of the Horned Rat.

"Man-thing! Your face-face is doing that again. You're red. Let me apply the herbs-leaves now. I need to mortar them. Make them small-tiny."

Morskikt grabbed a little mortar from the middle drawer and ordered his Squire to turn them into a paste.

"Look, Sigmir, Horned Rat gray seers told-gave me the recipe, I need-must turn it into a fine paste, then rub into skin-skin. That will give you a sort of immunity-safety, maybe also help-clean your. Unfortunate mishap."

Morskikt grabbed Sigmirs chin, as he oftentimes does and moved it to have a better look at it. Sigmir - at this point used to it - just let him do what he had to do.

"We will see-notice. Also you seem to have-have chosen tight clothing. I requested-asked for the best a man-thing could wear. I must admit-say, this is quite... Revealing."

Morskikt casually pointed out the heavy bulge and visible trace of Sigmirs member, and put his pointer claw on it and casually traced alongside its length.

Sigmir gasped very audibly.

"My apologies, man-thing."

Sigmir stared up at the Skaven, in shock, arousal, and a slight hint of disgust in himself, for being aroused by what he once called his sworn enemy. He looked up and down the burly Skaven, now for the first time he noticed the sort of clear outline that Morskikt's loincloth was showing. He could not help himself now, he couldn't stop looking at Morskikt's abs, his chest, broad shoulders and big biceps. Morskikt was now leaning over Sigmir, in his left paw he held the mortar, his right hand held out for Sigmirs.

"Give me your hand-paw."

Obediently, Sigmir reached out to the Skavens paw and held it. Morskikt then inspected it, as if to kiss it he held it closer to his face. Sigmirs heart was racing, his hand being held and treated so gently, as if to put on a ring. Morskikt then went down on one knee to be closer to him and put Sigmirs hand on his nose. Sigmir couldn't breathe straight. His heart pounding him inside of his skull and his face as red as a very ripe paprika. Morskikt's nose felt so squishy and soft, and the many little sniffles on his hand were like many little kisses. It felt like when he was gone for the entire day and coming back home, his dog would be jumping on him and sniff him all over.

"Horned Rat gray seers said that most men-things can't put on paste-juice themselves very easily, as it burns too strong-strong on palm, only good when not directly on palm-hands. So if you want-need to, you can put on back of hand-hand and put on your skin-fur. Or.. Horned Rat can put on skin for easier-better distribution. Your choice."

"C- could you.. P- put it on..."

"Let me get rid of your heal-bandage"

Morskikt carefully removed the bandages, obviously feeling up Sigmirs chest while doing so. His heavy paws felt heavenly on the Imperials skin.

Sigmir was struggling to bring out a real sentence, which was pretty obvious, considering the current state he was in. Having a massive, beefy Rat man in front of him, as well as his once more painful erection, having a life or death battle against his briefs. Sigmir couldn't take the teasing any longer, and his member couldn't either. A small, wet patch of precum formed at the end of his member as the big Skaven applied the paste to his palm.

"Man-thing. We can begin-start. Please lay down on your back-back for now."

Sigmir, without even thinking about it, lays down sheepishly and just lets it happen. Morskikt climbed on top of the down duvet. knees on the same height as Sigmirs thighs.

Morskikt started out slowly. The sensual experience was near indescribable. He put his left paw on the man's neck. First, soft skin. Then hot paste. Followed by five claws tracing sensually along the skin, playfully and just nearly leaving marks. A bit harder and he would cut through Sigmirs epidermis.

Sigmir could now neither breath, nor think straight. He was huffing quite a lot, gasps now leaving his soft lips as they wished.

Morskikt stopped moving his hands.

"Squire. Please guard the room-place from the outside"

That said, the Squire saluted and obediently walked out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Morskikt grew a very devious grin, it was quite arousing to Sigmir.

Morskikt's grip around Sigmirs neck tighten slightly, just for a short time though. After that, he let his hand loose, only for him to move his legs up, and sit down on Sigmirs shins. Even though the Skaven was quite big, Sigmir could barely feel his weight over... Other sensations. Morskikt's left hand kept traversing his neck, slowly moving down to his chest and nipples.

End of Part 1 of the 3rd Chapter

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Morskikt the Skaven and Sigmir the Imperial

Chapter 2

The Imperial was slowly regaining consciousness, and when he did he slowly started to realize it was all but a bad dream. He was laying in his bed, at home. The battle, the death and decay, as well as the stench of War were all but a bad dream.

Well, most but not all, as the stench of Skaven still lingered in the air. He rubbed his eyes a lot before realizing... He wasn't lying in his bed at home... But somewhere different... To his horror he jumped out of the bed and wanted to run to the nearby window of his small room, yet couldn't. He fell down and hit the squeaky, not quite moldy wooden floor. His right leg, shackled to the foot of the bed with a rusty chain. Yet weirdly enough, the chain was padded around his ankle, so it could barely be felt when idle.

After the shock hit that all of this death wasn't just a bad dream he had to get out of here! He tried to look out of the window, which was on the other side of the room. The master bed, in lushous red with the finest of gowns. He could see it had to be a really expensive down duvet. He was shackled to the lower left foot of the bed, being able to walk around most of the room, but not reach the door, nor the window.

When he walked around the bed, which had its head on the north side of the room, he could walk around partly and look to the western side, where the window is. He couldn't see much due to his restrictions, but he could see what he needed to see.

Skaven.

Everywhere on the outside. They were all around.

And then the realization hit him, he was in a Skaven city. He could see the sunlight, so it at least can't be a Skaven undercity. He tried walking to the door, but realized that it was out of reach, so he went back to the bed and sat at the foot end, which was facing the south side - and the door - of the room. The Imperial couldn't bear it, he couldn't muster up the strength and fell down on his behind. Resting his back on the weirdly out of place luxurious bed. He was in shock.

That's when the door swung open and a young brown Skaven, that he seemed to know, armed with nothing but an old broken and rusty straight sword, came into the room to hold open the heavy, mold ridden door.

The Skaven entered the room and walked past the Imperial soldier not even regarding him, but walking to the western end of the bed, to a small drawer the prisoner was barely able to reach. The Skaven opened the top drawer and picked out a piece of paper and a feather and quill before handing both utensils to him.

"You! Man-thing! This for you! We found out you men-thing like to draw or write to spend time-time! Master will soon be-be with you!"

The young Skaven was wearing nothing but a loincloth around his waist and a rag as a shirt. The human stared at the smaller Rat in confusion, wondering what was going on.

After a minute he grabbed the Feather and quill as well as the piece of weirdly in shape paper, no cuts, no mold, no tears or rips anywhere. He wanted to start to write a letter to the Empire, asking for support and rescue from his "prison". 

That's when The rather tall Horned Rat entered the Room, his heavy steps could be heard through the hall, due to the creaking floorboards. He had to duck his head ever so slightly to get through the door frame. The Prisoner was too invested in his letter as to hear or notice it.

He first noticed it when Morskikt placed his heavy, warm paw on his right shoulder. He spun around in shock and hit his lower back on the table, knocking down the quill and making it shatter on the ground, both the Horned Rat and the human looked down at it. The rat was at least a head or two taller than him.

"Ah... Do you even know-know how much this cost to get... Very expensive in this-that quality around here... Other Horned Rats treat everything as trash-rubbish... Men-thing don't. Now look at your mess-dirty..."

The rat’s voice was surprisingly deep, it seemed to rise only when he was either in battle or had strained it too much. The state it was in now was sending a near vibrating feeling in one's body.

"Your name, man-thing?"

The Imperial soldier had to look up at him and his broad frame, the rat's biceps had to be bigger than the man's entire neck.

"S- Sigmir..."

Stuttered the man. He was leaning back, his hands clinging to the table in all dear might.

"Very well man-thing.. Sigmir..."

The Horned Rat moved his paw from his shoulder, nearly sensually up to Sigmirs chin. Morskikt's sharp claws sent tingles down Sigmirs spine.

"You can call-say me Morskikt... Or… heheheheh Master. As does my Loyal-good Squire over there..."

The young brown Skaven in the corner of the room waved friendly.

"You see-understand, Sigmir. I have a loyal, sort of army-fighters under my name... They listen-listen to my command. I'm what you men-thing call-say a Mercenary... I don't care-care much for politics... All I want-need... Is gold-gold... Hehehehehe. Usually I kill-destroy all you annoying men-things... But you.. Sigmir... Are most peculiar."

The Horned Rat grabbed Sigmirs chin and moved it slightly forcefully so he would face Morskikt with the left half of his.

"Hmm... Skaven acid strong... Maybe we can fix-repair that. We have to see-look about that”

"It was smart-smart move for you to yield your weapon-loot. You know, usually we kill-destroy Imperial scum like you... They all keep up their fight-fight, but not you. I like that-that about you. You're smarter-wiser than the others of your kind. Now, why don't you make yourself at home-home. This war between us Horned Rats and you men things is futile-senseless. Yet, it is good-nice for Horned Rats like me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able-can to get such luxuries that you see-see around yourself. I asked all of the other Horned Rat scholars-nerds that are here in this city what you Men-thing like to do, and what you think-think are necessities, this bed-rest place cost quite a fortune."

Morskikt stepped back from Sigmir to walk around the bed to the west side of the room, his large and broad frame now even more present than before, Sigmir suddenly felt as if the room shrunk, or rather that it's suddenly far less spacious, with the large Skaven taking up a lot of space. His loyal Squire already seated himself on a small ottoman next to the door.

"That quill you broke-destroyed... It Costs a lot of gold-gold. But I think you're worth more than what I'm spending-giving on you..."

Sigmir, shaking intensely from the close encounter he had with the Horned rat, slowly walked towards the bed, feeling it up closely. It felt heavenly and looked extremely out of place for this sort of city.

"I had to give in the loot-gold of an entire Battlefield for this beauty... So make sure-safe to use it properly and treat it as your own-own."

Morskikt walked around the bed to Sigmar as He turned around to face the Rat's large, furry, chest. This was when Sigmir first noticed that Morskikt was wearing nothing but a loincloth as well. His fur looked oddly well groomed and very soft for a Skaven. Sigmir thought about how it would feel to touch such a burly yet soft looking chest, but that thought quickly disappeared as Morskikt placed a paw of his firmly on the Soldiers chest and pushed him onto the bed, making him tumble over.

Morskikt knelt down on one knee and was still at around Sigmirs chest height when he would be standing.

He placed his paw on Sigmirs leg, lifting it up ever so slightly to make his gesturing and explaining easier.

He placed his left paw on Sigmirs right calf, and his right paw on the heel of the same leg, lifting it up so he could closely inspect the padded shackle.

"I am sorry-sorry for this... Precaution... But I can't have you run-flee from here. I made sure to make it padded-soft, so you won't even feel it when you're sleeping-sleeping."

Sigmir could feel himself fluster and blush as the rough and tough, tall and strong Skaven could indeed show some softness. He could feel the hair of the Horned Rats arm on his left leg, as Morskikt was inspecting his shackles.

"You're going to stay here-here for a while."

Morskikt stood back up, letting go of Sigmirs leg gently and turned around to look at the wardrobe that was standing next to the table.

"There are some clothes-fabric that the Horned Rat scholars picked out for a man-thing like yourself. You should find something that you like-like in there."

Then the Skaven turned back around to face Sigmir with his mouth slightly open and blushing a lot. Morskikt quickly walked up to the soldier and grabbed his chin with his right paw, his sharp claws digging barely unnoticeable into his skin, then pulled him towards himself. They were standing around 4 inches apart from each other, forced to lock eyes with each other and Sigmir, who could feel the warmth emitted from the Horned Rats chest far more than before.

"Man-thing seems ill... Your face is turning red-red... I will come back with some herbs-leaves to treat you."

"W- wait! I- I am not ill... I just..."

Sigmirs heart was pounding, he could feel his every bone as Morskikt pulled him even closer, Sigmir had to put his hands on Morskikt's chest, as to steady himself. The Skavens big chest felt even better than he could have imagined, it was oh so soft, he could feel each individual hair in his palm and in this tuft of hair he grabbed. Underneath that tuft was his soft and warm yet firm skin.

A million thoughts ran through Sigmirs mind, he wasn't able to think straight anymore and nearly lost it. He looked up and could see Morskikts two main teeth shining in the sun, reflecting into the room.

Of course, this made Sigmir even more flustered, his face as red as a tomato by now.

"Man-thing seems to lie-lie... You're even more-more red now..."

Morskikt came even closer with his face, his mouth open just a bit, Sigmir could feel the breath of the burly Skaven on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

"N- no... This... I- is normal for us Humans... We sometimes turn red in the face when... When we are nervous, or flustered..."

Morskikt lifted one of his eyebrows in disbelief and tossed Sigmir onto the bed unceremoniously.

"Like confusion? Horned Rats will bring-get something for you anyway. Don't try to do something stupid-silly. Squire will be here for your Service-help. He's the most-best loyal Horned Rat under my command-say. Trust with everything-all. So you-you can too."

With these words Sigmir saw Morskikts broad frame leave the room, slam the wooden door shut behind himself and the kind, brown rat looked at Sigmir with a welcoming smile.

After this interaction Sigmirs lungs felt tighter than before, he was breathing heavily and he could feel a stone hard boner  in his pants, it was slightly painful to keep it in there. But he couldn't get it out, because of the Squire watching gleefully, being glad to be of help to his master.

"If I want to change my clothes, could you at least turn around?"

Sigmir asked the happy Squire.

"Y- yes yes captive Master! I will be helpful!"

With these words the happy little fella stood up and turned around to face the window. Sigmir then stood up and removed his shirt. A bandage was sloppily wrapped around his chest, it was obvious that whoever did it had no idea how to properly bandage somebody, but they did a good enough job.

That's when Sigmir ran into a problem, how would he be able to change into different clothing while being shackled by the ankle.

"Squire, how can I change my pants while being shackled?"

"Oh! Master gave me key-lock to shackle! Here! I will undo shackle so you can change!"

That was quite the surprise for the Imperial, but before he could think about it the Skaven was kneeling down on his legs and undoing the restraint.

"Master said only for change-change or when we trust-trust you enough!"

"Very well little friend."

Sigmir decided to run his hands through the Squires soft hair, it felt different than Morskikt's, but not a lot. The brown Horned Rat let out a happy little squeak and seated himself back on the little ottoman.

Now that Sigmir was free of his shackles, he could finally change his pants. He let his current fabric legwear fall to the ground and out swinging came his throbbing member, flinging a string of pre onto the wardrobe.

He looked into it and found mostly plate armor and a few loincloths, under the plates there were some shirts too, most of them ripped. That's when he found a very small pair of beige fabric briefs. It's gonna be those.

He tried them on and noticed one thing immediately. They were tight. Very tight. These briefs were not even going past his thighs and by god they were holding on for their dear life. His member had a very noticeable outline and his rear looked as if it was propped up to look bigger. But the discussions were either that or a loincloth, so he stuck to it.

Now he just had to wait for Morskikt to return, for his "medicine".

End of Chapter 2

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Morkikt the Skaven and Sigmir the Imperial

Chapter 1

It is the year 1114 IC, the Empire of Man amidst a large-scale massive war with the self proclaimed "Horned Rats" - the Skaven.

Nearly three in every four imperials died in this time, most of whom passed away due to the plagues that the Skaven unleashed upon them.

Here we have the brutal aftermath of one such devastating battle, around ten or more thousand dead bodies of mostly Skaven slaves, with some higher ranking Soldiers strewn about as well. Most of those slaves died due to Friendly fire, as the notorious Ratling gunners could barely look through their Spectacles, making out that there was movement that needed to be seized.

The humans themselves lost nearly all of their men, death and disease were sown all where the eye could see, that is, all that wasn't hidden by the fog of war.

Both sides lost most of their standing army, it couldn't even be called a Pyrrhic victory by either side, the only winners in this war were those who were left alive, and needn't return to another front.

Live, to die another day. That was the philosophy of one of the Mercenaries hired by the Skaven army. "Morskikt, of the Skittering Horde" He knew that this wasn't gonna end good, he took his men and ordered them to stay back, to hide out with him on a Wooded hill, being able to overlook the battle and flank the enemy with his relentless Ratling gunners. While Morskikt didnt want for any of his men to get hurt, he didn't care so much for the army of either the Imperials, nor the other Skaven, so his men had a free fire command.

As soon as the battle was over, he met with the Leader of the Skaven army, sacked his earnings and gave it to his loyal Squire, then he ordered his men to plunder and loot everything that they could get their hands on, most of the Skaven were shot into pieces, some Imperials still alive or clinging to it just barely. His men made short work of them, grabbed their valuables and returned to their master and overseer.

Morskikt himself wasn't too shy of some looting and joined his rat-men, he looked over the deceased imperials and saw one that he just could not leave be. He was still alive, badly wounded and the left half of his face splattered with Skaven acid. Morskikt nudged his body with a dull end of his Glaive.

Quickly the Man regained consciousness, thinking he was only out of it for a few minutes, he grabbed a nearby sword and pointed it at Morskikt, ready to fight him.

"AH! Man-thing still has some fight-power in him!"

Morskikt's loud voice shrieked with a painfully high pitched yelp of surprise.

"I will not be defeated by mere Ratscum! Go on you disgusting beast! My spirit is strengthened by my Faith in the Emperor!”

Usually if this happened, Morskikt would have just ordered his Ratling gunners to shoot him down. Yet... It was different this time.

“Rats! Hold fire-shoot!"

Morskikt threw his rusty glaive to his Squire who followed all his steps, he was his apprentice, so to say.

"Idiotic Man-thing! Look around yourself! All the other man-things all dead! Gone! Destroy-killed by horned rat masterwork! Lay down your weapon-loot! And I will show my mercy-peace! Under one-one condition...  Strip of your armor-armor, but leave on your undercloth. And come-follow me. Squire rat will put shackle-chains on man-thing. Or Horned Rats will unleash death-death by Ratling squad... Your call-say, man-thing... "

The Battlefield was now filled with only three noises, the cawing of crows, the howling of the wind and the whirring of the readied Ratling gunners, yearning for one more kill.

As the Imperial looked around himself he quickly figured out that this wasn't a battle he could win.

"Very well! Fine. You disgusting beasts! I despise your very being! You bring nothing but death and disease wherever you step!"

He gestures around himself, pointing out the places that were now uninhabitable because of the Skavens chemical weaponry.

The Imperial tossed aside his clean, shining weapon, which the Squire was quick to pick back up and put in his backpack. Shortly after, the soldier also undressed from his armor, which was also graciously donated to the Squire of Morskikt.

"Smart man-thing! Give us your loot-weapon and be my prisoner! I'll take very good-nice care of you... Now..."

WHACK

The Imperial soldier got knocked out cold.

End of Chapter 1