“ You lumberfoots can wait here while I scout ahead. If we can't find out the Skaven breeding endocarp, then they may well overrun the finale vestiges of your dying Empire."

Kerillian could barely hear Inquisitor Saltzpyre's reply as she stalked out of their irregular camp and into the Wood surrounding the cave that the Skaven had claimed as their lair.

"Very well Elf. But view your knife or by Sigmar's blessed public figure I will cut it from your head."

She shook her head, whispering a short petition to Kurnous to bless her hunt before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into piazza and drawing an pointer to give at the ready.

As she moved further from the mankind that made up the rest of her group, Kerillian slowed her external respiration and the beat of her heart, letting the natural ebb and flow of the forest around her become the measure by which she regulated herself. As the idle words blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the speech sound of leaves rustling cover her soft step, the creaking of a branch drowned the audio of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still hear the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumbling of a interpreter, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a swift rebuke in the interrogator's os nasale tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to trade such damage to the Skaven intrusion with these humans who wouldn't be capable to outstalk a newborn elf of her kind. A pity she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was surely that with a group of competent Wayfarers, their mark would come a lot faster, and with less fourth dimension coddling the foolish humans.

A stench on the lead alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the timber to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a firmly one to shake, sweat mixed with the sickly odorous hint of their putridness by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her base touch the reason before leaping forwards, using the tree trunks to promote herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, using her momentum to spring up the trunk, catching one helping hand on a branch and dragging herself up to stand, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into view. A grouping of three clothed in ill fitting ragtime and wielding crudely sharpened pin, while a fourth followed behind. The last Skaven slightly taller and with more volume, wearing armour of crude alloy that were kept in piazza with loggerheaded lashings of leather. The creature wielded a crude hunk of metal, to a greater extent cognate to a agglomerate of scrap than an genuine sword.

With a vox lenient enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would accept heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the outgrowth for a to the full class, dedicating hours each day to the working of the wood, infusing it with mogul drawn from the forest around her abode. It was a workplace of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as much as she had made sacrifices to work with the humans, her bow would receive to do the same.

The first arrow punched through the crude armour at the largest Skaven's throat, burying itself mystifying enough that Kerillian was near sealed that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the sec arrow followed before the fauna could gasp out its dying breather. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few whole tone of fleeing before her final pointer pinned it to the ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each radical as pitiful as the first.

Moving through a dessicated landing field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the sweetheart march of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troops could model an issue even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and wait for the patrol to cash in one's chips, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a vauntingly, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metal across the field, the heater carving out furrows into the ground around her.

The terrible shriek of the gunner's arm would trace the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly ammunition. Sizing up her pick she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The pointer flew from her bow as she felt the mysterious bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the terra firma, feeling the warp cursed alloy leaching the potency from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless finger's breadth, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the cannoneer's weapon bust itself to objet d'art, her arrow having damaged a critical piece of the exposed machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small explosion from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the malicious gossip of the field of view as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armour glimmer in sharp contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in height they showed their favorable position, standing taller than the pixy she knew from her homeland, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the dry land of the human being. Vowing to herself to not go out without a fight, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her left hired man as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed substance to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh natural language, until the small-scale of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the area she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their priming around her, well out of compass of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to piss a motion and make to capitalise on it.

"ejaculate on you vermin. Make your movement, let me show you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The orotund of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

"Elf-thing maybe rethink her position yes-yes ?"

At the savage's question she felt a prick in her tegument from behind, dragging across her pelt as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armor, leaving her with only a slight chicken feed from the point, but leaving a longsighted tear through the face of her garments. Grimacing at the going, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive item touch her. Instead of moving, this meter she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a look of hunger.

"This-"

Her command was interrupted by a wince, as one of the glaives dragged across her skin, tearing more of her clothing.

"Is-"

Another tear and the back of her shirt was torn open completely, leaving her back bare to the nerveless wind.

"Your-"

From in front this prison term. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of her garment, and with no mount to stop it, it was ripped justify, leaving Kerillian in only a sluttish book binding around her chest and her cloth trousers.

"design ? I can support far more than overplus, vermin."

"We look at elf-thing. She strong. Fast. Better use than demise yes-yes ? Elf-thing ours now-now."

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the middle of their traffic circle, staring such hatred at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would strike down dead right hand there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the hungry looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the patent hushing of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling accelerator pedal reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from originally. At the advancement of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her stake away, leaving her alone in a wide set as a field glass container hit the earth next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her last view before unconsciousness were cursing her human being comrades, willing them to hurry quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her head slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the crude stonework of the mankind sewers above her. Raising and turning her chief she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her wear, leaving only a silken garment covering her jetty. As part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a alloy table, both the handlock and the tabulate some clear remnant of another grouping line of work of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to determine the germ of the part emanating from behind her.

"I see-see you are ! Good-good. This work better when man-things are awake."

One of the Skaven's gas specialists stalked around the side of meat of the table, it held a boastfully syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly unripe glow.

"This will shit elf-thing utile to Skaven, yes-yes."

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to sidestep the tip of the syringe as the Skaven brought it closer to her arm. In reception the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a curse word as she felt the metal sump into the sum of her leg.

Fire burned through her consistence as the liquidness ran its form. She felt her trunk writhe, skin straining at the alloy of the locking cuff on her. When she escaped she was going to drink down all of -

She was going to -

To -

"work fast, yes-yes ? I make twice-twice the forcefulness ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's consistency burned and ached. Her persuasion were a blur, she grasped blindly for point of her mission, blank. She turned her opinion to her fellow traveler, desperate to observe comfort in them, instead she obsessed over the curved shape of their organic structure. How Kruber, berth deputation, would clean himself in the river. Those coup d'oeil she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away patches of her clothes, even the Inquisitor, sweat dripping down his toned body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was minuscule in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his cock would be thick enough to fill her slit and leave her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her cerebration rushed ever on, trying to imagine the feeling of her allies covering her brass in their hot, piquant cum. Her muscleman seized up as she felt a hook trace its way around one of her nipples.

'' So-so soft. To reduce an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her response was immediate and subconscious, as she drew in a shaky breath and arched her back, desire filling her mind completely.

She could only look up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged keen claws around and around her steadily hardening tit. She felt her knife loll out of her oral cavity, desperate and aching for the creature to impact her farther.

'' We-we will use elf-thing up soon-soon. But, if you can not waitress. ''

With the word of honor, the tool moved aside the bend of its clothes, revealing its slowly solidifying prick. Neither the sizing nor shape impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a thick rooted desire to hold it inside of her satiate her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run claws against her pelt. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her expression. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its hard cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drop on her mentum. She opened her mouth wide-eyed for the creature as it pushed its cock into her oral cavity, the salty taste of its precum coating the back of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of operations of the tool's member as it began to confront ass her, spit and precum beginning to slaver out the face of her mouth and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the incorrectness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the creature sent rippling sense experience through her body. Feeling her spittle bubble out of her sassing and trail down the sides of her cheek only took Kerillian finisher to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and hurl itself into her welcoming mouthpiece. She felt hot breath against her internal thigh and realised the beast had moved to all fours, such that its schnozzle rested above her aching groin.

'' I can-can smell - ngh - the elf-things lustfulness. indifferent loose to smash. ''

Kerillian felt the rough in tongue of the beast snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her silklike undergarment and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her seawall up at the wolf as it continued to engross its rooster into her backtalk. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the outer regions of her snatch, teasing her, before licking at the soaked patch of her garments and withdrawing.

'' Elf-thing tastes-tastes far overnice than human-flesh. The others will be pleased. ''

The Skaven moved its head word back away from her seawall, increasing the speeding of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its cock deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the brute shot its thick burden deep inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to shoot a final watercourse of hot cum down onto her chest and belly.

The Skaven wasted no clip in hiding its appendage back away inside the sheepcote of cloth, before hopping off the table and moving around to her groin. It grabbed roughly at her undergarment, tearing them off of her and breathing in their odor deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her humor about her to agnise that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its kind in the past tense, that disgust had been replaced with an all consuming lust. All that she desired was to be used and to pleasure their variety.

'' P-Please. More. ''

"Kehehe. Elf-thing will ingest her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and squirm, desperate to bring her manacled hands down to rub at herself, the teasing of the creature having left her near insensate in the need for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hands could only wrap around the tip of her thigh, finger moving through her pubic pilus to just drop her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her engorged clit for a one moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder motion through her eubstance, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scratching of claws against Edward Durell Stone, announcing the close at hand arrival of another guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch visual sense of the beast, Kerillian could set about to hear interpreter in the sounds coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voice overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to discern just how many there were, or to foot out any item-by-item voice amongst the bunch. The radical charged into her bedchamber, the minor host of ten Skaven poured into the elbow room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no fourth dimension in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant clothing they wore, their appendage hardening as they drank in the vision of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh god yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the hoarse timber of her voice as she pleaded for the tool to fuck her. She swiftly lost her impact, the consequence of dissonance fading into clean dissonance in her mind and decided to essay her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to ingest the first gear drop curtain of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her desperation as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each paw as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed paw grab at her bosom, roughly squeezing and scratching at her titty and nipples, while the offending twain of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the chemical group moving up between her legs, its claws tracing lines up the interior of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very edge of her slit. Kerillian let out a groan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to force the cock inside of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smile for their form, holding its putz steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member sloping trough past the lips of her aching slit, the adept tearing through her trunk causing her to thrill uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's rooster overwhelming her sense and driving her close to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's turncock, causing the fauna to pull back in surprisal as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth River to cover Kerillian's pubic tomentum and belly. As she heard the tool backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the lips of her cunt, writing a glistening narrative of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, first filling Kerillian's rima oris with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the tits they had been roughly groping and the rest exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the intemperately metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatiated and aching for more. Kerillian was not left heroic and alone for long, startled out of her self-examining lustful reverie by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a creature of tremendous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her foreland to watch as four enormous fingerbreadth curled around the side of meat of the entrance to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with sharp claw. The wight that dragged itself through through the doorway stood at least twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the wight, her eyes following the length of its schnoz as it sniffed at the air, past its stupendous breast, rippling with affected muscle mass, down to its groin. The creature's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a sport caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between brat and an insatiable lecherousness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her hint catching in her throat as fire spread throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven wolf growled low as it entered the elbow room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdevelop legs did little to assist in movement. Kerillian caught the wolf eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the tabular array above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher thought, instead devoted entirely to lust. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to locating its cock in front line of her soaking, cum covered hole."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. Gods let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's string of knowingness was interrupted as the beast knife thrust forward, the tip of its tool barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low groan as the animal growled. Throwing its head from side to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the footing. Her hands free people, it did the same for the chains securing her pegleg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its men across her chest. Despite the superfluous weight across her pectus limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her leg up and spreading them spacious. She reached down, using both manus to stretch along her puss clear for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and push up forward. This clip Kerillian felt the psyche of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt capable in a sensation both painful and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to take in lenient rophy around her as of yet fresh hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm startle to build as the creature pulled back, like a night and storming sea behind a thin glass pane that only needed a slight flutter to come apart through her body. That disturbance was provided as the fauna thrust its member forward again, her body convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her snatch spasmed and pulsated around the animate being shaft, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a thick stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its cock out, further hot, compact loads of cum surging forwards to cover her in streams of the fluid, each stream following the curves of her torso back to their point of existence and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's dead body finished quiver and she dragged her mind spine to some semblance of cognizance, she took a moment to concern if the wight's too soon orgasm spelled the end for her pleasure. Her thought spiralling for but a second before she felt that familiar and welcome pressure against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the animal cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, animal luxuria, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the puppet's tool pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for second from that percentage point forward, wink of sensation. Being filled with the cock of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot ribbon of cum top her human face and trunk as the creature came in her twat and a smaller Skaven pushes its putz into her ass. Her snatch being pleasurably full of a wildcat stopcock while another had its penis above her face, Kerillian licking and sucking at the base of the cock and massaging its bollock while milking almost endless stream of cum onto her dresser. The present moment in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in night corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and cover her with their cum.

audition the yells of representative decidedly not Skaven.

"Back pitiful matter. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can give up me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! stall up and fight these foul beast !"

"By Grungi's beard. We spend all these workweek tracking her and this is what we get ?"

Shaken from her thoughts by the deficiency of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a night corner of some foresighted forget tunnel, naked and for the first time that she could remember, not surrounded by her captors. In movement of her, two magniloquent men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking fair sex with igneous whisker. blink in surprise at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the second joint of the more muscled homo and licking up the groin of his fabric bloomers. She managed a small vocalism as they seemed too stunned to answer to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody perdition. fountainhead what do you say winner. Could we take her backbone to camp ?"

"I should put her out of her miserableness in Sigmar's name."

The gaunt looking tall man glanced around for a minute before looking back down at her with a glint in his middle that she'd come to bed from her meter with the Skaven.

"But. team spirit has been low. Very well Kruber. Bring her along."

Kerillian felt a hand roughly seize her hair and starting time to drag her as iniquity once again reigned through her mind. Again, the jiffy came back to her, chained by the neck to a station in the background while Kruber held the spine of her head and pushed his appendage oceanic abyss into her pharynx, his cock vellication as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna crunch her hot slit into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the thick hammer of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the last moments to cum into her waiting backtalk.

Kerillian could no longer remember a shadow of a tincture of what she had been before, but her 24-hour interval were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called booster. She knew only felicity as she would desperately lap up at Sienna's pussy, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling fellow. Her existence, in her judgement, was one of gross perfection .