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Emboldened by his recent victory, Goudazola the Mercenary set forth from the ruined campsite of the clan that had hired him. He had notoriety to his name, a worthy primary weapon, and two attractive broodmothers who couldn't keep their paws off of him.

But it appeared that conflict always followed him. Or perhaps he always found conflict. It wasn't important. What was important was that the telltale stench that wafted towards them followed by the sounds of a Beastman fight was up ahead.

Usually the Ratman Titan would have ignored it. What good was it to expend energy without a clear reward in mind? He nearly turned his warband around but that was until he noticed nearly a dozen rare Beastwomen off to the side. Aroused by this new type of female he felt his penis stiffen and he decided that this was something worth fighting for.

"We fight-kill Beast-thing! Keep females alive!"

His troops nodded and readied themselves for battle. But as they got closer a familiar face was spotted in the midst of the battle.

It was Boris.

While he wasn't as big or strong as Gouda, he was still putting in a valiant effort holding off so many Beastmen on his own. It was arousing in its own right, watching another massive Ratman do combat. The sight stirred something deep within him, possibly because the skills and style of fighting reminded him of his own abilities.

But as he continued to watch it became clear that it wasn't just that. How had he not noticed before? Was he simply not paying attention? Because Boris was quite possibly the most handsome Skaven he had ever seen.

Sure, lots of Ratmen were buff or well-endowed, just not in the way that he was. The muscles were huge but proportionate and the same could be said of his penis. It was at this moment that the Mercenary realized that he might be a bit of a size king.

However it appeared that his opponents were not taking Boris seriously. They had discarded their weapons and were pummelling him with their fists, laughing in their dark tongues as they made sport of their current target. Suddenly one pulled out a knife, perhaps to cheat its way to finishing the battle.

Enraged by the display, Gouda charged headfirst into the fray. Snapping the throats of the first individuals he came across before swatting away half of the beast-things surrounding the weary Skaven with a swing of his new maul.

The survivors backed off slightly to observe the challenger. Bloodshot eyes followed the giant Ratman who helped the wounded colleague retreat to the safety of his own horde. Only then did Goudazola return to fight them in earnest.

Unable to hold back their fury any longer, they bellowed their foul breath and the first Gors lunged forth only to be immediately beaten into the Earth. The rest started to circle their new Ratman quarry with their weapons in hand, like a wolfpack trying to subdue prey.

Only that Gouda was no ordinary Skaven. Heavy axes and teeth bit into his flesh only to regenerate nearly immediately as though nothing had happened. And while his enemies were taken back with surprise he took the opportunity to brutally murder each one.

Battle-hungry to the last, the Beastmen continued to hurl themselves at their foe, heedless of tactics or fear. It was almost comical as Goudazola continued to massacre them, ripping off horns to use as makeshift knives or punching holes into their guts.

Soon, only matted and bloodied fur remained of their enemies. While the rest of his crew sought to clean up the stragglers, the Skaven Giant went to check-up on his newest acquisition. To his surprise, even though Boris had been wounded he still managed to round up and capture the fleeing Beastwomen.

"You are big-strong. Fight-kill many beast-things." There was a look of respect in his eyes as he regarded Gouda, "My old clan dead-gone. Boris join you now."

The Skaven Behemoth could barely hide his smile. No convincing even needed, only an observation of his brute strength was enough to bring anyone he wanted under his fold. Exactly as it should be.

Turning his attention to his newest slaves he examined each of them in turn. While they had the musk and filth that was characteristic of all beasts they were far more docile and had distinct feminine characteristics that made them attractive to Goudazola.

"What you doing here? Why come?"

Silence. The Beastwomen just looked away, only responding with snorts and short grunts. The giant Ratman wasn't sure what to do but his penis certainly did. He was already semi-erect and the slaves probably weren't used to something that big inside of them.

"If sexslave no listen, you teach-teach them a lesson!"

Everyone watched with interest except for the Beastwomen who backed away, only to find a wall of Skaven blocking their escape. Roughly grabbing the first one within reach he forced his full-erection into her vagina, filling her completely. She bleated and tried to squirm away to no avail, the rest of the herd cowering in fear knowing it was their turn soon.

Chester swooped in to fuck the same one in its pussy. To their surprise, Boris stepped in to fuck their victim in the mouth. He could have easily chosen any other to gangbang so it was clear his actions were intentional.

"What you doing here?! Tell us now-now!" Still no response. Gouda gestured with his head towards the cowering herd beside him. ""They no talk, we teach lesson! Everyone fuck! Five rat per Beast-thing!"

They didn't need much more encouragement than that.

Eager for some sexual release they pounced onto their hapless victims. Soon each of the Beastwomen were being fucked vaginally, anally, and orally. Confused as to what the other two Skaven were supposed to do, they all stood on the side jacking themselves off until their leader slapped a paw to his face.

"You all dumb-dumb! Why jack self off? Use them jack you off!"

Lightbulbs went off in their heads and within seconds there wasn't an empty sexslave hand. But even with this maximized efficiency there were far more Ratmen than there were holes and hands.

A queue had formed around what had essentially become a "fuckpit". The instant one Skaven ejaculated he was quickly removed and thrown to the back of the line so someone could take his place. The only exceptions to this were Gouda, Boris, and Chester who simply moved to a different hole whenever they were done.

The Mercenary moved to fuck one of the Beastwomen in the mouth for the third time when suddenly she spat out a Skaven cock and began to speak a series of grunts and snarls. Even without the mouth full of ratcum she was difficult to understand. Confused, he looked around hoping for a translator.

"She says they raid-kill man-thing city." Chester stepped forward after a minute of intent listening, "Which way you go?"

After more gesturing and tongue clicks, the white Skaven pointed towards the Border Princes. "City that way. What you think Gouda?"

A human city under siege by Beastmen? That might be a quest worthy of a mercenary such as himself. The other Beastwomen looked ashamed that someone had broken from the endless assault but there were also signs of relief. Perhaps their torment would end now that the Ratmen got what they wanted.

"I think we go to human city. AFTER we teach sexslaves who they belong to." A raucous cheer rang out around the warband as Goudazola resumed fucking the goat-thing. The rest had looks of horror on their faces, how much longer must they endure?

"Beast-thing need to be taught their place!" Bonnie and Groty had been strangely absent during the entire orgy. But now appeared with smirks on their faces and they simultaneously whipped out twin strap-on dildos attached to their waists.

"We top females in Goudazola's group! You are nothing!" They started groping the closest slave and pushed the male Skaven aside so that they had access to the vagina and asshole. Without mercy they pushed their sextoys into the respective holes.

"You five! Cum on slave! We fuck until all five cum!" With their new orders the Ratmen jacked themselves off as Bonnie slammed the crude sextoy as far as it would go into its pussy. Meanwhile Groty angled herself and slammed her fake penis into its ass.

The pitiful thing tried to wriggle free but with nowhere to go it quickly resigned itself to its fate and dangled limply between the two broodmothers.

One by one the Beastwoman was covered in rope after rope of sticky rat semen. And only when the last one finished did the Ratwomen stop and move onto their next victim. But the instant they vacated the holes five more of Gouda's warband moved in to fill the gaps.

The entire rat horde had descended onto the helpless beastwomen a cacophony of bleating and sex lasted well until after the sun set. And only when the last one passed out did the fucking finally end.

True to his legendary stamina the Giant Ratman continued to molest the unconscious additions to his harem while the others took a much needed breather.

---

Mannslieb was already up in the night sky by the time Goudazola was bored and returned to the others.

"All done with Beast-thing?" Chester trotted up to his lover who nodded.

"Not done fucking yet though." The Mercenary positioned his penis and dropped the smaller Ratman onto it. Gouda's cock already had copious amounts of bodily fluids smeared all over and it was more than enough lubrication for the task at hand.

The head popped in with little resistance and the white Skaven moaned just a little too loudly. His cute balls tapped against the length of the Behemoth as he slid down another inch, letting gravity do as much of the work as possible.

But his lover soon grew impatient and quickly started forcing Chester down further and further. A bulge was soon visible in his stomach as he continued to take more and more dick into his rectum.

By the time Goudazola was completely inside the other Ratman had already cum twice. A small white puddle was pooling underneath time and his fur was becoming even crustier.

It also appeared that they were garnering an audience. Which in itself wasn't unusual but there was a new watcher tonight. Boris had his eyes on the pair for a long time and he appeared intrigued and possibly aroused too if his partial erection meant anything.

Motivated by the crowd they fucked harder. Plunging faster and harder than he normally would have the final straw was when the petite Skaven leaned back to kiss him. Roaring in pleasure the Giant Ratman erupted inside which also caused Chester to cum one more time.

They allowed themselves a moment to rest and snuggle before Gouda pried his limp lover off. A steady stream of cum dribbled out of his ass when suddenly Boris broke through the audience and approached them.

"You want fuck Chester too? Go ahead." The Mercenary even helped get the white Skaven into position and pulled his buttcheeks apart. Somehow the idea of someone else having sloppy seconds really intrigued the Titan and the other Ratman quickly shoved his penis inside.

He wasn't that much smaller than Goudazola but taking a second massive erection so quickly couldn't have been easy. But Chester was not one to disappoint and despite his fatigue pushed back against the erection in his ass.

Boris placed his hands on the smaller Skaven's hips for better handling and the sounds of their balls slapping against each other echoed throughout the camp. The Mercenary couldn't tear his eyes away, the looks of bliss on both their faces was enough for him to get hard again.

Soon he was jacking off right beside them as they fucked. But that wasn't enough. Desperate to get in on some of the action the Giant squeezed himself underneath so that he was on the bottom of all of his.

"You like Boris cock? You doing good Chester." He was whispering sweet nothings into his ears as Chester could only limply nod. Words were beyond him at this point as all he could focus on was the anal sex.

The white Ratman continued to writhe in the middle, leaving grooves in the dirt as his paws scrambled about. His eyes were nearly rolled into the back of his head as he came with the tiniest squeak. Gouda's fur was now clumpy as warm semen got smooshed into it.

"Did you like-like Boris? Is Boris good fuck?" He squeezed the exhausted Skaven in his arms, relishing in the stickiness between them.

However, Boris wasn't quite finished yet. He stood up with Chester still firmed planted on his cock and continued to fuck him from a standing position. And once he felt comfortable he even reached around to grab his partner's erection and jack him off from behind.

A rhythm was established and the more Gouda watched, the more intrigued he became. He had always done the fucking, what would it be like to get fucked as well?

Another arc of cum flew through the air, and then with a growl Boris finally came too. It was immediately followed up by yet another one of Chester's ejaculations and then he went limp, barely held in place by a set of burly arms.

With an unexpected gentleness he lowered the other Skaven to the ground, who was still sputtering ribbons of fresh semen out of his ass. Not that he seemed to mind, if the giggling was indicative of anything.

But before one Ratman Titan could leave, he was approached by the other. Prostrating himself in front of Boris, Goudazola lifted his ass in the air and moved his tail to the side.

"Chester look like he have good time. My turn. Go." He lifted his waist up even hiring to make his point.

This was an unprecedented event and no one knew how to react, least of all the one being asked. He certainly looked uncertain and looked to the others in the crowd to see if this was some kind of practical joke.

The Mercenary sighed, he didn't want to have to pull rank but it appeared it was the only way to get things done, "Boris, I order you fuck me in ass. Do now."

Well now he didn't have a choice. Shrugging his shoulder, Boris lined his penis up and grabbed the other Skaven by the hips. There was still an ample amount of cum smeared all over his dick but he spat on the waiting asshole below to provide more lube. Just to be safe.

"You relax now. I go slow." The tip of his cockhead pressed against the opening, thick beads of precum already flowing out.

"No! You go fast! I order you!" Gouda pushed back and the entire head was immediately swallowed up. Both of them groaned and from that point on caution was completely discarded.

Boris pumped his penis deep inside, plunging as deep as he could into the deepest parts of his leader's bowels. He worked himself into a steady rhythm and the wet slap of their balls could clearly be heard. The more Goudazola learned to relax, the more it allowed his new lover to fill him up.

Unlike with the Beastwomen, or even with the other Skaven, there was a tenderness in both their actions. On the surface it looked like savage and brutal anal sex but with a discerning eye it was clear that both Ratmen deeply cared for the other.

Their tails were so tightly coiled together that it became difficult to tell which one belonged to whom. Whenever possible their paws would find each other and entwine before separating to readjust. But the most obvious was how often they leaned forward or back to plant tiny kisses on the other's neck.

Just as Gouda imagined he was in a completely different world of pleasure. But to be fair, up to this point who could have held him this tight but also tenderly? No other Skaven was worthy until now and he grunted as his ear was nibbled upon.

If Chester was jealous, he showed no indication. He sat at the end of the ring of observers, just basking in the afterglow of his double anal creampie and smiled. Perhaps he was happy for his saviour now that there was someone who could not only take, but also give back.

The pair of Ratmen were more frantically breathing now. Boris had stopped using his paws for holding and repurposed them for jacking Goudazola off. Though he seemed uncertain if he wanted to use a double-pawed grip or to use his other paw to cup the dangling scrotum.

Meanwhile, Goudazola was pushing back as much as he could. His paws too were near his groin but they weren't directly on his throbbing erection. Instead the focus appeared to be an excuse to just overlay his paws with Boris's.

The final straw was when they bumped snouts to try and caress the other's neck and it instead devolved into furtive kisses and then full on making-out. Tongues were now interlinked as they moaned into each other's mouths.

They milked Gouda off together which caused someone in the crowd across from them to get bombarded with ribbons of thick, white cum. Then the Skaven Behemoth trembled as he could feel a heavy warmth spreading in his belly.

Even as the jets of semen died down to mere dribbles they stayed stuck together for as long as possible. Enjoying the feeling of their fur rubbing together, the warmth, and the companionship. When they finally disengaged they found their positions switched.

"My turn make you feel good." And at Gouda's insistence, Boris moved his tail to the side and exposed his own asshole.

It was a night of firsts for both Ratmen as it was clear that neither had on the receiving end of anal prior to meeting each other. And yet, it came naturally, as though their bodies were completely in sync.

The Mercenary pushed through with little effort and reached under to cradle a hefty testicle with a spare paw. Despite all their strength, the fatigue of so much fucking combined with these new sensations was finally taking its toll. Someone's knee buckled and they fell to the ground together.

But still they continued their lovemaking. Rolling around in the dirt, the tips of their tails tangled together again as they tried to reposition themselves. To an unobservant bystander it would appear that they were engaged in some sort of wrestling.

Both of them were absolutely filthy at this point. The bodily fluids from previous encounters were matting their fur which wasn't helped by the swirling dust and dirt all around them. Multiple attempts were made to stand up into a more comfortable position only for them to fall back down and resume fucking on the ground.

As Gouda's cock pressed further and further in, it inadvertently found the prostate buried deep inside. A series of powerful contractions rippled all around as Boris failed to contain his unavoidable orgasm.

This in turn caused the other giant Skaven to cum. The sound and smells of so much sex had driven him into a fervor and he responded with an eruption of his own. It was as though he had been backed up for days or even weeks as witnesses swore they saw a bulge grow in Boris's belly.

They collapsed on top of each other. Panting as though they had just completed a marathon or dueled a worthy opponent to the death. No one was sure what to do as they lay there; gently kissing whatever part of the other rat they could reach with their snouts.

"Boris, you my prime male partner." Another gasp from the audience. No one had expected such a statement from him, least of all towards the newest member of their group. Completely drained or perhaps at a loss for words, Boris could only nod as he accepted his new title.

A wet slap punctuated the night air as Goudazola's slimy, flaccid cock finally fell out and landed on the ground. Wisps of steam were coming off of it and the ass that it just vacated as he rose to address his horde.

"Tomorrow we go to human city. Rest up! Fuck new Beastwoman slave! We conquer all!"

A cheer went up as his band of Skaven resumed their debauchery well throughout the night.

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Destination set, they marched towards the besieged human settlement. Boris stayed directly at Goudazola's side with Chester following closely behind. Just as the Beastwomen said they encountered plenty of Beast-thing scouts wandering in the surrounding countryside.

Not that they posed any problem. If anything they were reassuring signs that they were on the correct path. And sure enough on an island surrounded by ocean sat a reasonably-sized city.

The only way to access the island was by the impressive stone bridge connecting it to the mainland. Said mainland however was covered in scores of Beastmen encampments. They'd need to sneak in if they didn't want to bear the wrath of all of them at once.

"Gouda look." The white Skaven pointed towards a dilapidated castle over in the distance near the shoreline. Interesting. Perhaps they could use it as a base of operations in the meantime. Rewarding Chester with a quick kiss the whole team made their way to the stronghold.

"Looks like cult was here." Vermathies grumbled as he kicked over a ritual skull. "Still good place to start experiment. Plenty room, no one bother us here."

Ordering the others to begin cleaning up Gouda ventured off alone to explore his new fortress. Something this grand was bound to have secrets, he just needed to sniff them out. His instincts took him to the bowels of the structure and revealed a series of tunnels.

They were clearly designed for more human-sized travellers and he found himself hunched over and even crawling on all fours at certain points. The puddles of water and change in temperature probably meant that he was passing under the ocean but where did these tunnels lead to?

The sound of dripping was soon replaced by the bustle of man-things overhead. He had reached the city now but where would he pop up? He continued scurrying onward as the underground space grew warmer.

Voices, he could hear their voices now. Slowing down so as to not alert them he pushed up against the wall and listened.

"...nother thirty percentage of the local militia is missing since the last engagement. And there are now reports of bandits in the area."

"Have we heard from the other cities? What about adventurers? Surely a hero would be willing to come to our aid?"

"It has been over a fortnight since we last heard from our scouts. We should presume them lost or captured at this point. No one will be coming for us Sir."

"Damn it all!" Something loud clattered against the wall, "I refuse to let our city succumb to such foul machinations! I don't care how, find someone who can protect us!"

"Maybe I help Man-Thing."

Right on cue, Goudazola pushed through the fake wall and presented himself to a startled group of humans. Several guards charged him only to be flung aside or have their arms broken effortlessly.

"Who are you! And what do you want?! Have you come to bring further ruination to our fair city?!" The most opulently dressed of them must be the leader though the Ratman wasn't sure how someone so fat and sickly looking could ever rise to power.

"I am Goudazola, a mercenary. I hear you have problem. I strong, can make problem go away." And then he smiled as wide as he could, "For a price."