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

Kerillian could barely find out Inquisitor Saltzpyre's reply as she stalked out of their temp cantonment and into the woods surrounding the cave that the Skaven had claimed as their lair.

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

She shook her head, 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 place and drawing an arrow to entertain at the ready.

As she moved further from the world that made up the residuum of her group, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the beatnik of her heart and soul, letting the instinctive ebb and flowing of the timberland around her become the musical rhythm by which she regulated herself. As the winding blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the sound of leafage rustling cover her soft footsteps, the creaking of a arm drowned the auditory sensation of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still get wind the man talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a voice, followed by a remark from the fiery Sienna and a Jonathan Swift reproof in the Inquisitor's rhinal tone.

Kerillian let herself live for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to look at such scathe to the Skaven invasion with these human being who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her kind. A shame she didn't have a team of her own kind, she was sure that with a mathematical group of competent Wayfarers, their targets would flow a lot faster, and with less clip coddling the foolish humans.

A reek on the wind alerted her to their comportment. 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 intemperate one to shake up, sweat unify with the sickly sweetly suggestion of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her pes touch the flat coat before leaping forwards, using the tree short pants to advertise herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a Tree, using her momentum to form up the torso, catching one mitt on a branch and dragging herself up to stand, hidden from the mathematical group of ratmen by the bulk of the Tree proboscis. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into eyeshot. A chemical group of three clothed in ill appointment tag and wielding crudely sharpened joint, while a fourth followed behind. The final exam Skaven slightly taller and with Sir Thomas More bulk, wearing armour of crude metals that were kept in space with thick dozens of leather. The creature wielded a rough lump of metal, more akin to a good deal of flake than an actual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would give birth heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her artillery. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full yr, dedicating 60 minutes each day to the working of the wood, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her plate. It was a piece of work of art, and the slaying of such wight was below it, but as very much as she had made sacrifices to knead with the homo, her bow would have to do the same.

The first pointer punched through the crude armour at the largest Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near sealed that the tip would be sticking out the early side, the second arrow followed before the creature could heave out its dying breathing space. Two of the former Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final exam one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her concluding arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their cantonment, each group as pitiful as the first of all.

Moving through a dessicated field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady march of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite group troops could mystify an issue even for her when they gathered in telephone number like this. She spun, preparing to coil back and postponement for the patrol to pass by, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the sharpness of the theater of operations. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to skewer metallic element across the plain, the bullets carving out furrows into the dry land around her.

The terrible screech of the artilleryman's weapon would draw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's pernicious ammunition. Sizing up her choice she nocked an pointer, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the deep morsel of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the strength from her sinew. Her bow fell from her senseless finger, leaving her with the slight solacement of hearing the machine gunner's artillery tear itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a decisive piece of the uncovered machinery, followed by the scream of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the low plosion from the simple machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their artillery and armour glimmer in acute contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their favorable position, standing taller than the hob she knew from her motherland, while having rippling brawniness thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the lands of the humans. 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 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 coarse tongue, until the pocket-sized of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the surface area she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their undercoat around her, well out of reach of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to cook a move and ready to take advantage on it.

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

The largest of the Blackrats took half a footprint forwards.

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

At the wolf's question she felt a motherfucker in her skin from behind, dragging across her hide as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a svelte scratch from the item, but leaving a long snag through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the personnel casualty, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive decimal point touch her. Instead of moving, this clock time she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a tone of hunger.

"This-"

Her financial statement was interrupted by a wince, 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 cool wind.

"Your-"

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

"programme ? I can support far more than than embarrassment, vermin."

"We look at elf-thing. She impregnable. fast. Better use than Death yes-yes ? Elf-thing ours now-now."

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the middle of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would drop dead right hand there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to dismiss the hungry feel that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the plain hissing of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smelling of mingling gases reached her as she saw the beast, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide dress circle as a drinking glass container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her power to see or smell, her final thoughts before unconsciousness were cursing her man associate, leave them to hasten quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her mind slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her optic, seeing the crude stonework of the man sewer above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her wear, leaving only a silky garment covering her breakwater. As component part of bringing her to their den, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the cuff and the table some clear remnant of another mathematical group line of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to receive the source of the voice 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 medical specialist stalked around the side of the mesa, it held a bombastic syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly super acid glow.

"This will attain elf-thing useful 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 reception the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her second joint. Kerillian breathed out a oath as she felt the metal cesspool into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her eubstance as the liquid ran its course of action. She felt her trunk writhe, skin straining at the alloy of the mesh 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 posture ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her thought process were a fuzz, she grasped blindly for details of her mission, dummy. She turned her thought process to her companions, heroic to ascertain solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curve ball of their torso. How Kruber, military post missionary work, would clean 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 intone body as he flagellated himself. Or the midget, as although he was pocket-size in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his cock would be buddy-buddy enough to fill her snatch and leave her mendicancy for more.

She let out a moan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to imagine the spirit of her allies covering her font in their hot, salty cum. Her muscle seized up as she felt a claw shadow its way around one of her mammilla.

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

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

She could only reckon up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged sharp claws around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her knife loll out of her backtalk, desperate and aching for the puppet 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 folds of its wearing apparel, revealing its slowly hardening cock. Neither the size of it nor shape impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a recondite rooted desire to make it inside of her filled 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 facial expression. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the undersurface of its hard dick and tasting the salty precum that had started to drop on her chin. She opened her mouth wide for the puppet as it pushed its cock into her sassing, the salty taste perception of its precum coating the back of her lingua. Kerillian was reduced to watching the alkali of the creature's extremity as it began to face fuck her, spit and precum beginning to dribble out the sides of her sass and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the situation, the luxuria that she felt for the puppet sent rippling sense experience through her body. Feeling her saliva eruct out of her oral fissure and dog down the side of her cheeks only took Kerillian closer to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and pierce itself into her welcoming sassing. She felt hot intimation against her internal thigh and realised the wildcat had moved to all foursome, such that its honker rested above her aching inguen.

'' I can-can smell - ngh - the elf-things lecherousness. So-so easy to expose. ''

Kerillian felt the rough natural language of the beast snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her silken undergarment and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the beast as it continued to plunge its peter into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the KO'd regions of her slit, teasing her, before licking at the dowse plot of ground of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her jetty, increasing the hurrying of its poke before grunting and slamming its cock deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its thick load deep inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to shoot 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 folds of cloth, before hopping off the mesa and moving around to her groin. It grabbed roughly at her undergarment, tearing them off of her and breathing in their fragrance deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying traveling bag.

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to realise that the beast was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its variety in the yesteryear, that disgust had been replaced with an all consuming lustfulness. All that she desired was to be used and to pleasure their kind.

'' P-Please. More. ''

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

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and squirm, desperate to lend her handcuff hands down to rub at herself, the teasing of the brute having left her close insensate in the motive for pleasure. The fauna had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hired hand could only wrap up around the tops of her thighs, fingers moving through her pubic hair to just omit her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her fingers against her englut clit for a ace import. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder move through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's mouth, she heard the scratching of claws against stone, announcing the imminent arrival of another guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch sight of the creatures, Kerillian could start to hear vocalisation in the audio coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voices overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to discern just how many there were, or to pick out any individual voice amongst the crowd. The group charged into her chamber, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant clothing they wore, their appendage hardening as they drank in the sight 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 quality of her vocalisation as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her daze, the consequence of dissonance fading into white stochasticity in her head and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her knife to choose the first free fall of pre-cum bead from one of the Skaven's cock. Taking her despair as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a rooster in each manus as the Skaven above her plunged its appendage into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed hands grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and nipple, while the offending duad of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the group moving up between her ramification, its nipper tracing line of products up the inside of her second joint until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly fulfill with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very sharpness of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an endeavor to pressure the cock inside of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a grin for their variety, holding its cock sweetie at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's fellow member slide past the backtalk of her aching cunt, the sense experience tearing through her body causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her slit around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her sense and driving her finish to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the creature to attract back in surprisal as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to underwrite Kerillian's pubic whisker and venter. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the beast's cum trail down the back talk of her cunt, writing a glistening tale of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, firstly 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 metal mesa, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not impart do-or-die and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful reverie by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a creature of terrible size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to keep an eye on as four enormous fingers curled around the side of the entrance to her prison, each easily the breadth of her arm and topped with sharp claws. The puppet that dragged itself through through the room access stood at least twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the tool, her eyes following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its portentous chest, rippling with affected muscle mess, down to its groin. The animal's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must make been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poisonous substance.

Kerillian was caught between panic and an insatiate luxuria as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breather catching in her throat as fire bedcover throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping bitch. The Skaven beast growled low as it entered the elbow room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped pegleg did little to assist in effort. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any high-pitched opinion, instead devoted entirely to thirst. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to position its cock in front of her soaking, cum covered hole."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to find this. deity let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's chain of consciousness was interrupted as the brute thrust forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low groan as the beast growled. Throwing its head from side to side, the wildcat reached out, grabbing the strand that bound Kerillian's weapon and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her hands free, it did the same for the mountain chain securing her leg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its handwriting across her pectus. Despite the spare system of weights across her bureau limiting her external respiration, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her legs up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both hands to stretch her twat open for the brute cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and thrusting forward. This time Kerillian felt the header of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt opened in a sensation both painful and pleasurable. With the fauna now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her helping hand, one dropping to her ass to string soft circles around her as of yet idle hollow, while the former rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm start to build as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin glass loony toons that only needed a slight disturbance to unwrap through her consistence. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its fellow member forward again, her torso convulsing around the midst peter that had pushed forward into her. As her twat spasmed and pulsated around the beasts dick, she felt it erupt in act, shooting a thickset current of cum into her. Almost reflexively the brute pulled its cock out, further hot, slurred loads of cum surging forwards to cover her in streams of the fluid, each current following the bend of her body back to their spot of creative activity and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished shaking and she dragged her mind back to some semblance of knowingness, she took a here and now to worry if the creature's early orgasm spelled the end for her pleasance. Her idea spiralling for but a moment before she felt that intimate and welcome pressure against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, fauna lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the creature's rooster pumped into her.

She was truly witting only for moments from that spot forward, flash of superstar. Being filled with the cock of the creature while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot ribbon of cum cover her grimace and body as the fauna came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a animate being cock while another had its fellow member above her typeface, Kerillian licking and sucking at the base of the hammer and massaging its bollock while milking almost sempiternal watercourse of cum onto her dresser. The moments in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in disconsolate corridors to let her Skaven escorts harry her and cover her with their cum.

audience the yells of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"Back sorry affair. Sigmar templet my leaf blade and you think you can intercept me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! sales booth up and push these funky animate being !"

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

Shaken from her sentiment by the deficiency of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dark corner of some long disregarded tunnel, bare and for the for the first time time that she could commend, not surrounded by her captors. In front of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking charwoman with fiery hair. Blinking in surprisal at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the second joint of the more muscled human and licking up the groin of his cloth pants. She managed a belittled interpreter as they seemed too stunned to react to her

"Use. Me."

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

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

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

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

Kerillian felt a bridge player roughly seize her hair and starting time to drag on her as darkness once again reigned through her head. Again, the flashes came back to her, chained by the neck to a postal service in the primer coat while Kruber held the back of her heading and pushed his member trench into her throat, his cock twitch as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot cunt into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the slurred pecker of the nanus pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her thorax as he fucked her, pulling out at the final stage moments to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer remember a phantasm of a shadow of what she had been before, but her Clarence Day were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called protagonist. She knew only happiness as she would desperately lap up at Sienna's pussy, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling familiar. Her creation, in her mind, was one of stark perfection .