“ You lumberfoots can wait here while I scout ahead. If we can't find the Skaven procreation 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 impermanent inner circle and into the wood surrounding the cave that the Skaven had claimed as their lair.

"Very well Elf. But look out your tongue or by Sigmar's blessed epithet I will cut it from your head."

She shook her brain, whispering a brusk 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 place and drawing an arrow to carry at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the residue of her radical, Kerillian slowed her respiration and the measure of her warmness, letting the natural ebb and menses of the forest around her become the round by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the speech sound of leaves rustling covering her soft pace, the creak of a branch drowned the audio of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still hear the homo talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a vocalisation, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a blue-belly rebuke in the Inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself lie in for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such damage to the Skaven invasion with these humans who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn infant elf of her sort. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own sort, she was for certain that with a group of competent Wayfarers, their targets would fall a lot faster, and with less time coddling the foolish humans.

A stink on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the forest to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a hard one to escape from, sweat commingle with the ailing angelic hint of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into natural action, barely letting her base touch the basis before leaping forwards, using the shoetree trunks to push herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her momentum to spring up the bole, catching one script on a offset and dragging herself up to brook, 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 horizon. A group of three clothed in ill trying on rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a fourth followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with More bulk, wearing armour of crude metals that were kept in place with chummy slews of leather. The creature wielded a crude hunk of metal, more consanguine to a pile of scrap than an actual sword.

With a voice gentle enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would take heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apologia to her artillery. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a broad year, dedicating hours each day to the working of the Sir Henry Wood, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her household. It was a work of art, and the execution of such creatures was below it, but as lots as she had made sacrifice to form with the humans, her bow would have to do the same.

The showtime arrow punched through the fossil oil armor at the turgid Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the other incline, the irregular arrow followed before the creature could gasp out its dying breathing space. Two of the early Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the concluding one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her concluding arrow pinned it to the solid ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each group as pitiful as the number 1.

Moving through a dessicated field of honor, Kerrilian paused, hearing the unfluctuating marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troops could pose an issue even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, preparing to coil 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 landing field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit alloy across the area, the bullets carving out furrows into the terra firma around her.

The painful screech of the machine gunner's weapon would draw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's lethal ammunition. Sizing up her options she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the thick bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the land, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the long suit from her muscularity. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the gunner's weapon tear itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a vital slice 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 soil of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armor gleaming in sharp line to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in height they showed their high quality, standing taller than the pixy she knew from her country of origin, while having rippling brawn thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the lands of the humankind. Vowing to herself to not go out without a battle, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her leave alone bridge player as her right hand dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their coarse tongue, until the smallest of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the area she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their undercoat around her, well out of ambit of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to prepare a move and ready to capitalise on it.

"Come on you vermin. hold your move, let me shew you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The prominent of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the beast's interrogation she felt a peter in her skin from behind, dragging across her hide 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 farseeing tear through the English of her garments. Grimacing at the release, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points touch her. Instead of moving, this fourth dimension she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a flavor of hunger.

"This-"

Her statement 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 vertebral column bare to the cool wind.

"Your-"

From in nominal head this time. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of her garment, and with no mount to break off it, it was ripped resign, leaving Kerillian in only a free back around her chest and her cloth trousers.

"program ? I can bear far more than superfluity, vermin."

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the eye of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would fell dead right there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the hungry facial expression that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the unmistakable boo of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gases reached her as she saw the animal, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the belittled Stormvermin from earlier. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a full circle as a spyglass container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smack, her in conclusion thoughts before unconsciousness were cursing her man comrades, willing them to rush quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her psyche slowly returning from the fog of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the crude stonework of the humankind sewers above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her clothing, leaving only a silken garment covering her groin. As contribution of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacle and the board some enlighten leftover of another group occupation of the country.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, heroic to incur the source of the phonation 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 specialists stalked around the side of the mesa, it held a large syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly Green glow.

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

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to evade 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 curse as she felt the metal sink into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her trunk as the liquid ran its course. She felt her consistency writhe, skin straining at the metal of the locking cuffs on her. When she escaped she was going to kill all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's soundbox burned and ached. Her intellection were a blur, she grasped blindly for item of her mission, blank. She turned her thoughts to her companion, dire to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curvature of their bodies. How Kruber, mail military mission, would scavenge himself in the river. Those glimpse she'd seen of Sienna when her legerdemain had gone awry and burned away maculation of her apparel, even the inquisitor, sweat dripping down his tone up body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was small in height, she'd bet her pry bow that his stopcock would be duncical enough to occupy her twat and give her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to reckon the smell of her allies covering her face in their hot, salty cum. Her muscles seized up as she felt a claw trace its way around one of her mamilla.

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

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

She could only look up at her capturer, font flushed as he dragged penetrative chela around and around her steadily hardening tit. She felt her tongue loll out of her oral fissure, desperate and aching for the creature to have-to doe with her encourage.

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

With the language, the creature moved aside the folds of its clothes, revealing its slowly solidification hammer. Neither the size nor build impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a rich steady down desire to have it inside of her filled her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run claws against her skin. It climbed onto the tabular array above her, lowering its beast-cock to her face. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the undersurface of its hard tool and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her mouth broad for the brute as it pushed its prick into her mouth, the salty taste of its precum coating the back of her knife. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the animate being's phallus as it began to front shtup her, saliva and precum offset to drool out the sides of her mouth and track her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the spot, the lust that she felt for the creature sent rippling superstar through her body. Feeling her spittle gurgle out of her oral cavity and trail down the sides of her cheeks only took Kerillian closer to an climax as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breath against her interior thigh and realised the beast had moved to all four-spot, such that its snout rested above her aching bulwark.

'' I can-can smell - ngh - the elf-things lustfulness. So-so easy to break down. ''

Kerillian felt the bumpy natural language of the beast snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her silklike unmentionable and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her groyne up at the beast as it continued to plunge its dick into her mouthpiece. The natural language slowly, softly, moved over the outer neighborhood of her pussy, teasing her, before licking at the soaked patch 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 groin, increasing the amphetamine of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its hammer deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it pinch again and again as the creature shot its deep load deep inside her, withdrawing after the 3rd vellication to shoot a final current of hot cum down onto her dresser and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its appendage back away inside the folding of cloth, before hopping off the table and moving around to her groin. It grabbed roughly at her unmentionable, tearing them off of her and breathing in their smell deeply before storing them in one of its assorted carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to earn that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its kind in the yesteryear, 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 worm and squirm, desperate to add her cuff script down to rub at herself, the teasing of the puppet having left her come near insensate in the need for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hired hand could only wrap up around the tops of her thighs, finger moving through her pubic hairs to just lack her aching pussy. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just sweep her finger's breadth against her engorged button for a single moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder move through her soundbox, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's back talk, she heard the scratching of claws against Lucy Stone, announcing the imminent comer of another guest in her sleeping room. Straining herself to try to capture sight of the creatures, Kerillian could start to hear voices in the auditory sensation coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The interpreter overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to spot just how many there were, or to pick out any item-by-item voice amongst the bunch. The grouping charged into her bedroom, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the way, crowding around Kerillian's manacled var. and wasting no time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant article of clothing they wore, their appendage hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given exemption to use.

"Oh gods yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the gruff quality of her part as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her daze, the moment of dissension fading into white noise in her judgment and decided to try her willingness, she moved her neck opening back, stretching out her spit to look at the for the first time dip of pre-cum bead from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her desperation as invitation the host moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each mitt as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her mouth, she felt two solidification of clawed hands grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her titty and pap, while the offending couplet of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own hammer.

She felt another of the chemical group moving up between her legs, its claws tracing railway line up the inside of her thigh until it reached her aching and dripping puss. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its rooster at the very edge of her slit. Kerillian let out a groan, pushing her coxa down in an attempt to coerce the cock interior of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smile for their kind, holding its cock sweetie at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member swoop past the backtalk of her aching cunt, the aesthesis tearing through her consistency causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her pussy around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her common sense and driving her conclusion to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's putz, causing the creature to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth River to continue Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the rim of her cunt, writing a glistening narration of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, first filling Kerillian's sassing with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the tits they had been roughly groping and the sleep exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the intemperately metallic element mesa, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatiated and aching for more. Kerillian was not unexpended dire and alone for long, startled out of her introspective prurient castle in the air by the bricks above her quiver, the low thumping of a creature of marvelous sizing moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her read/write head to look on as four enormous fingers curled around the side of the entrance to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with crisp claw. The wight that dragged itself through through the door stood at to the lowest degree twice her top, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the animal, her oculus following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its exceeding breast, rippling with abnormal musculus peck, down to its groyne. The brute's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a chromosomal mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed toxicant.

Kerillian was caught between threat and an insatiable lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breath catching in her pharynx as fire counterpane throughout her eubstance, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven brute growled low as it entered the elbow room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped leg did trivial to serve in movement. Kerillian caught the savage eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher thought, instead devoted entirely to lust. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the wolf began to stead its turncock in front end of her soak, cum covered golf hole."Oh divinity let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to experience this. Supreme Being let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's drawstring of consciousness was interrupted as the brute driving force forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low groan as the beast growled. Throwing its foreland from side to side, the fauna reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the background. Her manpower unfreeze, it did the Same for the chains securing her branch before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its handwriting across her chest. Despite the excess weight across her chest limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her legs up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both paw to stretch her bitch open for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the wildcat positioned itself again and thrust forward. This sentence Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt open air in a sensation both painful and enjoyable. With the wight now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to attract soft circles around her as of yet unused maw, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered button. She felt her sexual climax start to build as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin glass pane that only needed a slight commotion to fall apart through her dead body. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its member forward again, her body convulsing around the thick putz that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the brute cock, she felt it erupt in go, shooting a thick current of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its rooster out, further hot, thick lode of cum surging forwards to cover up her in streams of the fluid, each current following the curves of her body back to their detail of institution and thickly covering her tum and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished shaking and she dragged her mind back to some likeness of knowingness, she took a moment to concern if the creature's other orgasm spelled the end for her delight. Her thoughts spiralling for but a moment before she felt that familiar and receive pressure sensation against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, animal lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her idea slipping from her as the creature's rooster pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for moments from that point forward, flashes of star. Being filled with the cock of the beast while small Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the beast as potential. Feeling hot yarn of cum covert her face and physical structure as the wolf came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her puss being pleasurably wide-cut of a beasts cock while another had its penis above her face, Kerillian trouncing and suction at the foundation of the cock and massaging its testicles while milking almost sempiternal current of cum onto her chest. The minute in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the animate being, stopping in gloomy corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and overcompensate her with their cum.

Hearing the yells of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"Back pitiable things. Sigmar pathfinder my blade and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! pedestal up and agitate these skanky beasts !"

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

Shaken from her thoughts by the deficiency of foreplay Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a iniquity corner of some recollective forgotten tunnel, naked and for the first clock time that she could commemorate, not surrounded by her captors. In front of her, two magniloquent men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking fair sex with igneous fuzz. nictation in surprise at the conniption Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human and licking up the groin of his fabric pant. She managed a small voice as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody hell. Well what do you say superior. Could we take her back to tent ?"

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

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

"But. esprit de corps has been low. Very well Kruber. Bring her along."

Kerillian felt a bridge player roughly seize her hair and startle to drag her as darkness once again reigned through her judgement. Again, the twinkling came back to her, chained by the neck to a military post in the ground while Kruber held the backbone of her head and pushed his member trench into her throat, his cock vellication as cum flooded her pharynx. Feeling Sienna grind her hot slit into Kerillians sassing, as what could only be the thick cock of the gnome 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 live here and now to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer call back a dark 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 friend. She knew only happiness as she would desperately solve at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling familiar. Her existence, in her psyche, was one of pure perfection .