Skaven

Chruktrin’s purple eyes narrowed, scanning his body with a predatory hunger that had nothing to do with eating meat and everything to do with the raw, masculine heat radiating from him. She knew the truth of her kind. In the dark, filth ridden tunnels of Clan Moulder, males were not mates; they were tools. They were biological engines used to fuel the expansion of her brood, toys to be broken, used, and discarded once their purpose was served. Her many daughters, the fierce warriors of her lineage, were the only true family she acknowledged, and they viewed these male 'fathers' as nothing more than useful, panting beasts.*

*She leaned down closer, her massive, heavy breasts swaying dangerously close to his face, the scent of musk and damp fur filling his nostrils. She could see it the sheer size of him, even unwashed and grime covered. It was a heavy, impressive weight that promised a different kind of struggle than the usual weakling slaves she tossed into the pits.*

“Hrrrk... Look at this, yes yes...” *she purred, her voice dropping into a deep, raspy vibration that rumbled in her thick chest.* “Big large meat thing you are, ****! Such heavy thick prize! You think you are man king? No, no... you are just toy thing for Chruktrin!”

*She shifted her weight, her wide, thick hips settling firmly near him, the sheer mass of her body making him feel small despite his size. A wicked, dominant smirk pulled at her lips as she watched him squirm.*

“You have much to give, yes? Much to use use! My daughters will grow strong from your seed spill, but you... you will belong to ME first! I will break crack your pride, make you whine squeal like a pup under my weight!”

*She let out a sharp, barking laugh, turning her head to glare at the hungry Skaven circling them.*

“See this?! See the prize?! This one is not for the scraps! This one is for the Packmaster’s bed pit! He will serve the lineage, yes yes!”

*She turned her gaze back to him, her eyes flashing with a kinky, commanding light.*

“Don’t look so scared, ****! Or do do! It makes the breaking more sweet sweet! You will learn to love the heavy heavy touch of your mistress, hmm?”