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

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

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

She shook her question, whispering a short prayer to Kurnous to hallow her hunt before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into plaza and drawing an arrow to make at the ready.

As she moved further from the human race that made up the eternal sleep of her group, Kerillian slowed her external respiration and the metre of her heart, letting the natural ebb and flow of the forest around her become the cadence by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the audio of parting rustling cover her soft footsteps, the creaking of a subdivision drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still get a line the world talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low grumble of a voice, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a swift rebuke in the Inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself harp for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such damage to the Skaven invasion with these human beings who wouldn't be able-bodied to outstalk a newborn baby elf of her form. A shame she didn't have a police squad of her own kind, she was sure enough that with a group of competent journeyer, their targets would accrue a lot faster, and with LE time coddling the foolish humans.

A stench on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the woods to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the flavor was a strong one to throw off, sweat mixed with the sickly sweet breath of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the land before leaping forwards, using the tree luggage compartment to press herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her momentum to spring up the trunk, catching one hand on a branch and dragging herself up to endure, 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 group of three clothed in ill fitting rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a fourth followed behind. The final examination Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armour of oil metallic element that were kept in place with thick lashings of leather. The creature wielded a crude hunk of metal, more kindred to a pile of scrap than an actual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would have heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an excuse to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full twelvemonth, dedicating hours each day to the working of the Mrs. Henry Wood, infusing it with business leader drawn from the timber around her home. It was a employment of art, and the slaying of such tool was below it, but as often as she had made forfeit to work with the man, her bow would have to do the same.

The first arrow punched through the crude armour at the great Skaven's pharynx, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the second arrow followed before the creature could gasp out its dying breathing spell. Two of the early Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the last one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her last arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more police squad fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each group as piteous as the 1st.

Moving through a dessicated sphere, Kerrilian paused, hearing the firm march of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troop could pose an way out even for her when they gathered in phone number like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and wait for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the playing field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to ptyalize metal across the line of business, the bullet carving out furrows into the earth around her.

The terrible screech of the cannoneer's weapon would cast the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly ammo. Sizing up her option she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The pointer flew from her bow as she felt the deep bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the solid ground, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the posture from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slim consolation of hearing the gunner's weapon tear itself to pieces, 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 modest explosion from the auto it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the soil of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their artillery and armor gleaming in sharp-worded direct contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in height they showed their superiority, standing taller than the elves she knew from her homeland, while having rippling muscleman thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the lands of the mankind. Vowing to herself to not go out without a conflict, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her get out hand as her rightfield dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed capacity to let her sit in the poop. Speaking amongst themselves in their rough tongue, until the belittled of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the area she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their ground around her, well out of compass of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to take a shit a movement and ready to capitalise on it.

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

The largest of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the animal's query she felt a prick in her skin from behind, dragging across her tegument as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The leaf blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a slight scratch from the point, but leaving a prospicient tear through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive point pertain her. Instead of moving, this fourth dimension 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 flinch, as one of the glaives dragged across her hide, tearing More of her clothing.

"Is-"

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

"Your-"

From in front this time. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of her garment, and with no backing to finish it, it was ripped free, leaving Kerillian in only a loose dressing around her breast and her textile trousers.

"Plan ? I can brave out far more than plethora, vermin."

"We look at elf-thing. She unassailable. Fast. bettor use than death yes-yes ? Elf-thing ours now-now."

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the eye of their band, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would cast deadened right hand there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the athirst looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to get a line the plain boo of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gases reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from early. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide lap as a field glass container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her last cerebration before unconsciousness were cursing her human brother, volition them to rush quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her mind slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the petroleum stonework of the humankind sewer above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the balance of her clothing, leaving only a silken garment covering her jetty. As voice of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the handcuff and the put off some light leftover of another groups occupation of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, despairing to chance the beginning of the voice emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas specializer stalked around the side of the tabular array, it held a large syringe in one bridge player, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly super acid glow.

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

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to dodge the tip of the syringe as the Skaven brought it closer to her arm. In response the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a execration as she felt the alloy sink into the marrow of her leg.

Fire burned through her body as the liquidity ran its class. She felt her eubstance writhe, skin straining at the metal of the locking cuff on her. When she escaped she was going to vote out all of -

She was going to -

To -

"industrial plant fast, yes-yes ? I make twice-twice the metier ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her thoughts were a blur, she grasped blindly for particular of her mission, blank shell. She turned her thoughts to her fellow, desperate to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their soundbox. How Kruber, spot missionary post, would clean himself in the river. Those glimpses she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away patches of her apparel, even the Inquisitor, fret dripping down his inflect eubstance as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was small in stature, she'd bet her pry bow that his shaft would be thick enough to sate her bitch and leave her mendicancy for more.

She let out a moan as her idea rushed ever on, trying to suppose the feeling of her allies covering her face in their hot, salty cum. Her muscles seized up as she felt a claw tincture its way around one of her nipples.

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

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

She could only look up at her captor, human face flushed as he dragged sharp claws around and around her steadily hardening mammilla. She felt her glossa loll out of her mouth, despairing and aching for the tool to touch her further.

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

With the words, the creature moved aside the flexure of its clothes, revealing its slowly hardening turncock. Neither the sizing nor physique impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a cryptic rooted desire to take it inside of her filled her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one handwriting continuing to run claw against her skin. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her face. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its hard rooster and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her sass panoptic for the fauna as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty taste sensation of its precum coating the back of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the brute's extremity as it began to front nooky her, saliva and precum beginning to drool out the sides of her oral fissure and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the incorrectness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the wight sent rippling sensations through her body. Feeling her saliva eruct out of her sassing and hang back down the incline of her cheeks only took Kerillian finisher to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and shove itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breath against her inner thigh and realised the beast had moved to all quatern, such that its schnoz rested above her aching bulwark.

'' I can-can olfactory modality - ngh - the elf-things lust. indifferent leisurely to wear. ''

Kerillian felt the rough out tongue of the wolf snake out against the face of her thigh, pushing its way between her silken unmentionable and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the beast as it continued to plunge its pecker into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the stunned realm of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the soaked mend of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her inguen, increasing the f number of its thrust before grunting and slamming its cock oceanic abyss into her throat. Kerillian felt it pinch again and again as the creature shot its compact load deep inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to flash a final stream of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its member back away inside the plica of material, before hopping off the table and moving around to her seawall. It grabbed roughly at her unmentionable, tearing them off of her and breathing in their perfume deeply before storing them in one of its versatile carrying purse.

Kerillian gathered her learning ability about her to realise that the puppet was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an mental picture of disgust at its kind in the past, that disgust had been replaced with an all consuming lust. All that she desired was to be used and to pleasure their kind.

'' P-Please. More. ''

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

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to wrestle and writhe, desperate to bring her handcuff men down to rub at herself, the teasing of the wight having left her near insensate in the indigence for joy. The tool had manacled her tightly enough to the tabular array that her hands could only envelop around the tops of her thighs, finger moving through her pubic hairs to just leave out her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her finger's breadth against her engorged clit for a undivided moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a thrill move through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scratching of claws against stone, announcing the impending arrival of another guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch pile of the creatures, Kerillian could begin to find out vocalisation in the sound coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voices overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's power to discern just how many there were, or to plunk out any individual voice amongst the crowd. The group charged into her bedchamber, the low legion of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no clock time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any light clothing they wore, their phallus hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh gods yes. Use me please."Kerillian was one-half shocked at the husky tone of her part as she pleaded for the animal to be intimate her. She swiftly lost her jar, the bit of racket fading into white stochasticity in her mind and decided to bear witness her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to take the for the first time drop-off of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's hammer. Taking her desperation as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her sassing, she felt two bent of taloned hands grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and pap, while the offending brace of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the mathematical group moving up between her legs, its claws tracing credit line up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping puss. Seemingly satisfy with playing with Kerillian the tool moved itself forward and positioned its prick at the very sharpness of her snatch. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to pull the cock inside of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smile for their sort, holding its cock steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's penis slide past the lips of her aching cunt, the mavin tearing through her dead body causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her twat around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her sensation and driving her finale to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the puppet to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth River to brood Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the brute backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the back talk of her cunt, writing a glistening tale of the Skaven's lustfulness upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, commencement filling Kerillian's mouthpiece with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the tits they had been roughly groping and the relaxation exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the hard metallic element table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely restless and aching for more. Kerillian was not left do-or-die and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful reverie by the bricks above her quivering, the low clump of a wight of wonderful sizing moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her header to watch as four enormous fingers curled around the side of meat of the entryway to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with precipitous claws. The creature that dragged itself through through the room access stood at least twice her acme, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the creature, her eye following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its exceeding chest, rippling with unnatural muscle wad, down to its inguen. The fauna's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must birth been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between brat and an insatiable lustfulness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breath catching in her throat as fervor spread throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping snatch. The Skaven animate being growled low as it entered the elbow room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped wooden leg did small to assist in motility. Kerillian caught the fauna eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any high-pitched view, instead devoted entirely to lust. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the wolf began to perspective its cock in front 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 strand of consciousness was interrupted as the savage knife thrust forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low groan as the animate being growled. Throwing its head from side to side, the wildcat reached out, grabbing the mountain range that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her bridge player free, it did the same for the mountain chain securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her chest. Despite the supernumerary weightiness across her chest limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no metre bringing her leg up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both manpower to dilute her cunt unfold for the beast cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and force forward. This time Kerillian felt the promontory of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her puss open in a sensation both sore and pleasurable. With the animate being now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hand, one dropping to her ass to force piano roach around her as of yet unused hole, while the former rose to rub at her cum covered clitoris. She felt her orgasm start to build as the beast pulled back, like a night and storming sea behind a thin glassful battery-acid that only needed a slight disturbance to break through her body. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its extremity forward again, her body convulsing around the thick putz that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the wolf cock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a duncical watercourse of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its turncock out, further hot, buddy-buddy loads of cum surging forwards to cover her in stream of the fluid, each flow following the curves of her trunk back to their point of creation and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's torso finished shaking and she dragged her head back to some semblance of consciousness, she took a moment to worry if the puppet's early climax spelled the end for her pleasure. Her thoughts spiralling for but a moment before she felt that fellow and welcome imperativeness against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beast cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, animate being lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the creature's prick pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for mo from that pointedness forward, fanfare of sensations. Being filled with the cock of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the wight as possible. Feeling hot yarn of cum cover song her face and torso as the beast came in her snatch and a smaller Skaven pushes its peter into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a beasts cock while another had its member above her boldness, Kerillian trouncing and suck at the Base of the hammer and massaging its testicles while milking almost endless streams of cum onto her chest. The mo in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the puppet, stopping in shadow corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and shroud her with their cum.

listening the call of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"backbone pitiful thing. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can block up me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! Stand up and fight these ill-scented animal !"

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

Shaken from her thoughts by the lack of arousal Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dark corner of some long forgotten tunnel, raw and for the first time that she could recollect, not surrounded by her capturer. In front of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking fair sex with flaming hair. Blinking in surprisal at the fit Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human and licking up the groin of his textile drawers. She managed a low voice as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody nether region. Well what do you say winner. Could we take her rachis to camp out ?"

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

The gaunt looking tall man glanced around for a bit before looking back down at her with a glint in his eyes that she'd seed to love from her meter with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a hand roughly seize her hair and starting time to drag her as shadow once again reigned through her mind. Again, the blink of an eye came back to her, chained by the cervix to a Post in the ground while Kruber held the backrest of her capitulum and pushed his extremity deep into her throat, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot cunt into Kerillians oral cavity, as what could only be the duncish cock of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clitoris. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the endure consequence to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer think back a shadow of a trace of what she had been before, but her days were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called ally. She knew only happiness as she would desperately lick at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling associate. Her existence, in her mind, was one of arrant perfection .