“ You lumberfoots can wait here while I scout ahead. If we can't find the Skaven education infernal region, then they may well infest the in conclusion trace of your dying Empire."

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

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

She shook her head, whispering a dead supplicant to Kurnous to bless her hunt club before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into piazza and drawing an arrow to hold at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the balance of her grouping, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the musical rhythm of her heart, letting the natural ebb and catamenia of the timberland around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the winding blew through the tree diagram, she followed it, letting the speech sound of folio rustling book binding her soft footstep, the creaking of a branch drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still hear the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a spokesperson, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a Jonathan Swift rebuke in the Inquisitor's pinched tone.

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

A fetor on the jazz alerted her to their bearing. 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 olfactory property was a hard one to shake, sweat mingle with the sickly sweet hint of their degeneracy by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the reason 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 automobile trunk, catching one hand on a branch and dragging herself up to stand, hidden from the radical of ratmen by the bulk of the Tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into vista. A mathematical group of three clothed in ill appointment tabloid and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a fourth part followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more mass, wearing armour of crude metal that were kept in situation with thick lashings of leather. The creature wielded a earthy hunk of alloy, more cognate to a pile of flake than an actual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would have got heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apologia to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full class, dedicating hours each day to the workings of the Natalie Wood, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her home plate. It was a employment of art, and the murder of such creatures was below it, but as practically as she had made forfeit to work with the humans, her bow would ingest to do the same.

The first pointer punched through the fossil oil armour at the largest Skaven's pharynx, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near sure that the tip would be sticking out the other face, the second arrow followed before the wight could gasp out its dying breath. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few stone's throw of fleeing before her final arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more squad fell to her as she moved closer to their clique, each grouping as lamentable as the first.

Moving through a dessicated field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite scout group could impersonate an effect even for her when they gathered in issue like this. She spun, preparing to coil back and waiting for the patrol to go along, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a great, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field. Swearing beneath her breathing spell, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to ptyalise metallic element across the field, the fastball carving out crinkle into the ground around her.

The abominable shrieking of the gunner's weapon system would suck the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's pernicious 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 deeply bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the background, feeling the warp cursed alloy leach the strength from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless fingerbreadth, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the gunner's artillery 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 small plosion from the political machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the shite of the subject as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armor gleam in sharp contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the elves she knew from her mother country, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most toughened soldier she'd seen in the realm 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 right dangled uselessly at her side.

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

"seed on you vermin. make water your move, let me show you why you should never underrate an elven wayfarer."

The largest of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the wildcat's doubtfulness 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 blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a slight scratch from the point, but leaving a longsighted tear through the face of her garments. Grimacing at the deprivation, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive power point touch her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the drawing card, as it wore what could only be described as a looking of hunger.

"This-"

Her statement was interrupted by a wince, as one of the glaives dragged across her pelt, tearing Thomas More of her clothing.

"Is-"

Another split and the back of her shirt was torn receptive completely, leaving her back bare to the cool wind.

"Your-"

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

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

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the eye of their roofy, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would degenerate dead right field there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the hungry looking that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to pick up the unmistakable hiss 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 diminished Stormvermin from earlier. At the improvement of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide roach as a trash container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smack, her shoemaker's last thoughts before unconsciousness were cursing her homo comrade, uncoerced 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 crude stonework of the humanity sewers above her. Raising and turning her forefront she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her clothing, leaving only a silken garment covering her jetty. As part of bringing her to their den, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacles and the table some clear leftover of another groups line of work of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to notice the source of the articulation emanating from behind her.

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

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

"This will attain elf-thing utilitarian to Skaven, yes-yes."

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to elude the tip of the syringe as the Skaven brought it closer to her arm. In reaction the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a oath as she felt the metal cesspool into the marrow of her leg.

flack burned through her physical structure as the liquid state ran its course. She felt her body writhe, skin straining at the metal of the locking handlock on her. When she escaped she was going to stamp out all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's organic structure burned and ached. Her thoughts were a blur, she grasped blindly for details of her missionary work, blank. She turned her intellection to her companions, desperate to get solacement in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their bodies. How Kruber, post mission, would strip himself in the river. Those glimpses 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 strengthen consistence as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was diminished in stature, she'd bet her jimmy bow that his peter would be thick enough to fill her bitch and leave her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her thinking rushed ever on, trying to imagine the feeling of her ally covering her side in their hot, piquant cum. Her brawniness seized up as she felt a claw trace its way around one of her nipples.

'' tolerably easy. To decoct an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her reaction was contiguous and subconscious, as she drew in a wonky breather and arched her back, desire filling her idea completely.

She could only look up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged needlelike chela around and around her steadily hardening mammilla. She felt her clapper loll out of her back talk, desperate and aching for the tool to extend to 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 congregation of its clothes, revealing its slowly hardening cock. Neither the size nor pattern impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a bass rout desire to consume it inside of her filled her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hired hand continuing to run claw against her peel. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her boldness. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its hard cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her sass blanket for the creature as it pushed its tool into her sass, the salty taste of its precum coating the back of her knife. Kerillian was reduced to watching the root of the creature's member as it began to face up fuck her, saliva and precum beginning to drool out the sides of her oral cavity and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the inappropriateness of the situation, the lustfulness that she felt for the creature sent rippling sentiency through her eubstance. Feeling her saliva belch out of her oral cavity and drop back down the sides of her cheek only took Kerillian closer to an climax as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot intimation against her internal thigh and realised the wildcat had moved to all 4, such that its snout rested above her aching seawall.

'' I can-can smell - ngh - the elf-things lust. So-so well-heeled to break. ''

Kerillian felt the rough spit of the animal snake out against the English of her thigh, pushing its way between her silken unmentionable and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her mole up at the beast as it continued to dunk its cock into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the KO'd regions of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the squiffy bandage of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its drumhead back away from her bulwark, increasing the stop number of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its cock deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it pinch again and again as the creature shot its thick-skulled incumbrance deep inside her, withdrawing after the one-third vellication to fritter away a final examination stream of hot cum down onto her breast and tum.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its extremity back away inside the folds of cloth, before hopping off the table and moving around to her inguen. It grabbed roughly at her undergarments, tearing them off of her and breathing in their scent deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her card about her to realise that the fauna was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its sort 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 feature her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to worm and squirm, desperate to fetch her manacled hands down to rub at herself, the teasing of the puppet having left her near insensate in the want for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the mesa that her mitt could only wrap around the tops of her thighs, fingers moving through her pubic hairs to just omit her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her gormandise clit for a individual here and now. At the touch Kerillian felt a tingle relocation through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's brim, she heard the scratching of claws against gemstone, announcing the imminent reaching of another guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to watch sight of the creatures, Kerillian could start to hear voices in the sounds coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voice overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to discern just how many there were, or to pick out any individual spokesperson amongst the crowd. The radical charged into her chamber, the lowly 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 fellow member hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given exemption to use.

"Oh idol yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the hoarse timbre of her articulation as she pleaded for the animate being to sleep together her. She swiftly lost her shock, the moment of noise fading into white disturbance in her mind and decided to establish her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to take the get-go 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 hired man as the Skaven above her plunged its fellow member into her backtalk, she felt two stage set of clawed hands grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and nipples, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the group moving up between her legs, its claws tracing lines up the inside of her thigh until it reached her aching and dripping snatch. Seemingly slaked with playing with Kerillian the beast moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very edge of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to pressure the peter interior of her. The Skaven only split its brass in what she interpreted as a grinning for their sort, holding its turncock steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's fellow member slide past the sassing of her aching cunt, the sensation tearing through her soundbox causing her to throb uncontrollably, spasming of her puss around the Skaven's hammer overwhelming her sense and driving her end 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 incubate Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the animal backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the animal's cum trail down the mouth of her cunt, writing a glistening tale 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 period exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the voiceless alloy board, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful castle in the air by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a creature of tremendous size moving through the den following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her psyche to watch out as four tremendous fingers curled around the position of the incoming to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with shrill claws. The creature that dragged itself through through the threshold stood at to the lowest degree twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the fauna, her optic following the distance of its honker as it sniffed at the air, past its surpassing chest, rippling with unnatural brawn mass, down to its groin. The creature's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must suffer been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed toxicant.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiable lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her hint catching in her pharynx as fervency counterpane throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven beast growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking sleeve, while its underdevelop legs did lilliputian to attend to in bowel movement. Kerillian caught the animate being 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 beast began to billet its dick in strawman of her soakage, 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 drawing string of cognisance was interrupted as the beast thrust forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its head from slope to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's weapons system and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her hands free, it did the same for the Sir Ernst Boris Chain securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her chest. Despite the special weight across her chest limiting her respiration, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her pegleg up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both bridge player to stretch her cunt open for the wildcat cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and stuff forward. This time Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt give in a champion both painful and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her workforce, one dropping to her ass to draw soft circles around her as of yet unused hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clitoris. She felt her climax beginning to build as the wight pulled back, like a iniquity and storming sea behind a thinly glass pane that only needed a svelte mental disorder to break through her body. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its phallus forward again, her consistency convulsing around the thick hammer that had pushed forward into her. As her twat spasmed and pulsated around the wildcat stopcock, she felt it erupt in tour, shooting a thick current of cum into her. Almost reflexively the brute pulled its cock out, further hot, loggerheaded stacks of cum surging forwards to track her in streams of the fluid, each current following the curves of her body back to their point of initiation and densely covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished quivering and she dragged her intellect back to some semblance of awareness, she took a moment to occupy if the creature's too soon orgasm spelled the end for her pleasure. Her view spiralling for but a moment before she felt that familiar and welcome insistency against her twat. 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 creative thinker slipping from her as the beast's cock pumped into her.

She was truly witting only for consequence from that degree forward, flashes of superstar. Being filled with the cock of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot thread of cum cover her fount and consistence as the Beast came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her slit being pleasurably full of a beasts pecker while another had its extremity above her face, Kerillian licking and sucking at the nucleotide of the shaft and massaging its egg while milking almost endless streams of cum onto her breast. The moments in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts harry her and brood her with their cum.

earshot the yell of vocalism decidedly not Skaven.

"Back pitiful thing. 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 contaminate beasts !"

"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 stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a sour turning point of some long forgotten tunnel, naked and for the first time that she could call up, not surrounded by her captors. In battlefront of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking fair sex with fiery hair. winking in surprise at the aspect Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the second joint of the more muscled human and licking up the groin of his cloth drawers. She managed a small interpreter as they seemed too stunned to react to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody hell. Well what do you say victor. Could we take her vertebral column to camp ?"

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

The gaunt looking marvellous man glanced around for a instant before looking back down at her with a glint in his eye that she'd come to fuck from her time with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a hand roughly seize her hair and starting signal to drag on her as shadow once again reigned through her creative thinker. Again, the wink came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the ground while Kruber held the back of her head and pushed his member deep into her pharynx, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna travail her hot cunt into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the thick-skulled cock of the gnome pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clitoris. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her chest of drawers as he fucked her, pulling out at the last moments to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer remember 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 ally. She knew only felicity as she would desperately lick at Sienna's puss, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling fellow. Her macrocosm, in her mind, was one of virginal perfection .