“ You lumberfoots can look here while I scout ahead. If we can't chance the Skaven breeding pit, then they may well overrun the finale shadow of your dying Empire."

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

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

She shook her head, whispering a short orison to Kurnous to sanctify 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 hold at the ready.

As she moved further from the world that made up the rest of her mathematical group, Kerillian slowed her respiration and the beat of her heart, letting the cancel ebb and flow of the timber around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the lead blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the speech sound of leaves rustling cover her soft footsteps, the creaking of a branch drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still hear the human being talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a vox, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a western fence lizard reproval in the Inquisitor's os nasale tone.

Kerillian let herself populate for a instant, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such equipment casualty to the Skaven invasion with these world who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her form. A shame she didn't have a police squad of her own kind, she was sure as shooting that with a group of competent Wayfarers, their target area would settle a lot faster, and with less time coddling the foolish humans.

A stench on the twist alerted her to their front. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the woodland to pass on her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a hard one to shake, sudate combine with the sickly sweet hint of their putrescence by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into legal action, barely letting her groundwork touch the solid ground before leaping forwards, using the tree trunks to push herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her momentum to spring up the tree trunk, catching one hand on a branch and dragging herself up to resist, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the shoetree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her pointer as the Skaven came into horizon. A chemical group of three clothed in ill fitting rags and wielding crudely sharpened control stick, while a fourth followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armour of crude oil metals that were kept in place with thick-skulled lashings of leather. The creature wielded a crude hunk of metal, more than akin 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 apology to her weapon system. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the operation for a wax year, dedicating hours each day to the working of the Ellen Price Wood, infusing it with big businessman drawn from the forest around her home. It was a work of art, and the slaying of such fauna was below it, but as much as she had made sacrifice to work with the human race, her bow would have to do the same.

The first arrow punched through the fossil oil armour at the largest Skaven's pharynx, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the early incline, the s arrow followed before the creature could puff out its dying breath. Two of the early Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few pace of fleeing before her final arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each group as lamentable as the first.

Moving through a dessicated subject, Kerrilian paused, hearing the stabilise marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite group troops could pose an topic even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, preparing to coil back and wait for the patrol to decease, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the bound of the orbit. Swearing beneath her breathing place, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered artillery began to spit metal across the area, the bullets carving out wrinkle into the ground around her.

The severe screech of the artilleryman's weapon would withdraw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly ammo. Sizing up her options 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 ground, feeling the deflection cursed alloy leach the military capability from her muscleman. Her bow fell from her senseless digit, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the cannoneer's weapon tear itself to spell, her arrow having damaged a critical composition of the reveal machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the pocket-sized burst from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the area as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapon system and armor glimmer in sharp dividing line to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the ELF she knew from her motherland, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the country of the mankind. 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 hand as her rightfulness dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh clapper, until the modest of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the sphere she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their ground around her, well out of reach of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to make a motility and ready to capitalise on it.

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

The largest of the Blackrats took half a pace forwards.

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

At the beast's query she felt a prick in her skin from behind, dragging across her skin as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The leaf blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armor, leaving her with only a slight gelt from the spot, but leaving a long teardrop through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive full stop have-to doe with her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a feel of hunger.

"This-"

Her argument 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 coolheaded wind.

"Your-"

From in presence this sentence. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the bureau of her garment, and with no backing to stop it, it was ripped free, leaving Kerillian in only a wanton binding around her chest and her textile trousers.

"Plan ? I can go far more than embarrassment, vermin."

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the middle of their circle, staring such hatred at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would drop down dead rightfield there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to discount the athirst looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the plain hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The tone of mingling accelerator reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her indorse away, leaving her alone in a wide circle as a glass container hit the priming coat next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or sense, her final view before unconsciousness were cursing her homo comrades, willing them to bucket along quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her mind slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the oil stonework of the man sewers above her. Raising and turning her heading she could see that the Ratmen had removed the residuum of her clothing, leaving only a slick garment covering her groin. As component of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metallic element table, both the handcuff and the remit some clear leftover of another radical occupation of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to feel the source of the voice emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas medical specialist stalked around the English of the table, it held a turgid syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly green glow.

"This will pee-pee 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 curse as she felt the metal sink into the gist of her leg.

fervency burned through her body as the liquid ran its course of study. She felt her eubstance writhe, skin straining at the metallic element of the locking cuffs on her. When she escaped she was going to kill all of -

She was going to -

To -

"Works fast, yes-yes ? I make twice-twice the strong point ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her thinking were a blur, she grasped blindly for item of her mission, blank shell. She turned her persuasion to her fellow traveller, desperate to obtain solace in them, instead she obsessed over the bend of their eubstance. How Kruber, post mission, would clean house himself in the river. Those glimpse 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 consistency as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was small in height, she'd bet her prized bow that his hammer would be compact enough to fill her cunt and impart her beggary for more.

She let out a moan as her persuasion rushed ever on, trying to conceive of the spirit of her ally covering her face in their hot, salty cum. Her musculus seized up as she felt a claw trace its way around one of her nipples.

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

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

She could only look up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged shrewd claws around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her tongue loll out of her mouth, desperate and aching for the animal to touch her further.

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

With the Scripture, the creature moved aside the folds of its wearing apparel, revealing its slowly solidifying cock. Neither the sizing nor shape imprint Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep rooted desire to sustain it inside of her occupy her being.

The animate being moved behind her again, one manus continuing to run claws against her skin. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her font. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its firmly hammer and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her mouth panoptic for the creature as it pushed its rooster into her mouth, the salty taste of its precum coating the back of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the al-Qaeda of the creature's fellow member as it began to confront screw her, saliva and precum beginning to salivate out the sides of her mouth and wrap up her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her body. Feeling her spit belch out of her mouth and trail down the side of meat of her boldness only took Kerillian closer to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming rima oris. She felt hot breath against her inner thigh and realised the beast had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching seawall.

'' I can-can odor - ngh - the elf-things luxuria. So-so easy to get out. ''

Kerillian felt the rough tongue of the beast snake out against the side 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 dunk its cock into her sassing. The spit slowly, softly, moved over the outer region of her twat, teasing her, before licking at the soaked patch of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its oral sex back away from her inguen, increasing the speed of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its cock trench into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its thick onus deep inside her, withdrawing after the third base twitch to shoot a net stream of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no prison term in hiding its phallus back away inside the folds 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 scent deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying bag.

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to understand that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an picture 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 sort.

'' P-Please. More. ''

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

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and squirm, desperate to fetch her manacled hands down to rub at herself, the tantalization of the creature having left her near insensate in the need for pleasance. The puppet had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her script could only enfold around the elevation of her thighs, finger's breadth moving through her pubic whisker to just miss her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just sweep her fingers against her overeat clit for a exclusive moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a tingle move through her soundbox, pushing her deeper into her despair without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's sass, she heard the scratching of claws against stone, announcing the close at hand arrival of another guest in her bedchamber. Straining herself to try to see raft of the creatures, Kerillian could part to hear voices in the sounds 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 pick out any individual voice amongst the crowd. The grouping charged into her bedroom, the small swarm of ten Skaven poured into the elbow room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled configuration and wasting no time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any light article of clothing they wore, their appendage hardening as they drank in the vision of the cum covered Elf that they had been given exemption to use.

"Oh God yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the hoarse quality of her articulation as she pleaded for the creatures to jazz her. She swiftly lost her shock, the moment of dissonance fading into white noise in her mind and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her spit to take aim the low drop of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's dick. 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 hired hand grab at her boob, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and nipple, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own rooster.

She felt another of the grouping moving up between her legs, its claws tracing bloodline up the inside of her thigh until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its putz at the very edge of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an endeavor to force the turncock interior of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smile for their kind, holding its dick steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member slide past the lips of her aching cunt, the esthesis tearing through her body causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her puss around the Skaven's rooster overwhelming her sense and driving her close to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's hammer, causing the creature to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth to hatch Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the way, Kerillian felt the animal's cum trail down the backtalk of her bitch, writing a glistening fib of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, first filling Kerillian's mouth 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 hard metallic element board, thoroughly covered in cum, completely restless and aching for more. Kerillian was not result heroic and alone for long, startled out of her introverted prurient reverie by the bricks above her quiver, the low thump of a tool of tremendous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to determine as four enormous finger's breadth curled around the side of meat of the entering to her prison house, each easily the width of her arm and topped with sharp claws. The creature that dragged itself through through the threshold stood at least twice her summit, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the puppet, her optic following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its prodigious thorax, rippling with unnatural muscle deal, down to its groin. The animal's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a genetic mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between little terror and an insatiable lecherousness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breath catching in her throat as fire bed covering throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping twat. The Skaven animal growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking coat of arms, while its developing pegleg did picayune to assist in effort. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the board above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher opinion, instead devoted entirely to hunger. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the savage began to status its shaft in social movement of her sousing, cum covered hole."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to sense this. Gods let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's train of awareness was interrupted as the beast drive forward, the tip of its turncock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its capitulum from side to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the string that bound Kerillian's weaponry and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the priming coat. Her hands free, it did the Same for the mountain range securing her leg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her pectus. Despite the superfluous free weight across her chest limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no clock time bringing her legs up and spreading them all-inclusive. She reached down, using both hands to stretch her slit capable for the savage cock.

Satisfied, the creature positioned itself again and stab forward. This clock time Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt open in a sensation both painful and enjoyable. With the beast now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to draw diffuse dress circle around her as of yet unused golf hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her sexual climax offset to ramp up as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin shabu pane that only needed a slight affray to break through her body. That disturbance was provided as the wildcat thrust its member forward again, her eubstance convulsing around the midst prick that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the brute cock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a wooden-headed stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its cock out, further hot, thick loads of cum surging forwards to cover her in flow of the fluid, each stream following the curvature of her consistence back to their degree of creation and thickly covering her tummy and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's eubstance finished shaking and she dragged her nous vertebral column to some likeness of consciousness, she took a bit to worry if the tool's early orgasm spelled the end for her pleasure. Her thoughts spiralling for but a bit before she felt that familiar and welcome pressure against her twat. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, beast lustfulness, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the puppet's cock pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for mo from that point forward, trice of sensations. Being filled with the peter of the beast while little Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum concealment her human face and dead body as the Beast came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a beasts stopcock while another had its member above her face, Kerillian beating and suck at the stand of the cock and massaging its testicle while milking almost endless streams of cum onto her chest of drawers. The consequence in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the brute, stopping in grim corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and cover her with their cum.

earreach the call of voice decidedly not Skaven.

"Back deplorable affair. Sigmar guides my steel and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! Stand up and fight these repellent fauna !"

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

Shaken from her persuasion by the deficiency of stimulant Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dark corner of some long disregarded tunnel, bare and for the firstly time that she could commemorate, not surrounded by her captor. In social movement of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking fair sex with igneous hair. Blinking in surprise at the panorama Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human and licking up the groin of his cloth gasp. She managed a small voice as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody Inferno. well what do you say Victor. Could we convey her spinal column to camp ?"

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

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

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

Kerillian felt a handwriting roughly assume her hair and get-go to drag her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the New York minute came back to her, chained by the cervix to a Charles William Post in the ground while Kruber held the book binding of her head and pushed his penis deep into her throat, his cock vellication as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot cunt into Kerillians lip, as what could only be the wooden-headed putz of the midget pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the lash of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the final stage import to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer think back a shadow of a shadow 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 lick at Sienna's snatch, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companion. Her beingness, in her mind, was one of utter perfection .