“ You lumberfoots can hold off here while I scout ahead. If we can't find the Skaven breeding pits, then they may well overrun the final stage trace of your dying Empire."

Kerillian could barely get wind Inquisitor Saltzpyre's reply as she stalked out of their temporary worker ingroup and into the woods surrounding the cave that the Skaven had claimed as their lair.

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

She shook her head, whispering a short prayer to Kurnous to bless her search before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into place and drawing an arrow to check at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the respite of her mathematical group, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the beat of her heart, letting the natural ebb and flow rate of the forest around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the air current blew through the tree diagram, she followed it, letting the sound of leaves rustling cover her soft footsteps, the creaking of a branch drowned the strait of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still get a line the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a phonation, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a Jonathan Swift rebuke in the interrogator's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself brood for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to distribute such terms to the Skaven invasion with these humans who wouldn't be able-bodied to outstalk a neonate elf of her kind. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was for certain that with a radical of competent Wayfarers, their targets would fall a lot faster, and with less time coddling the anserine humans.

A stench on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunt and squeals carrying through the forest to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a hard one to rock, sweat mixed with the sickly sweetly hint of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into natural action, barely letting her fundament touch the ground before leaping forwards, using the tree short pants to press herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her momentum to rebound up the automobile trunk, catching one hand on a subdivision and dragging herself up to resist, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her pointer as the Skaven came into eyeshot. A group of three clothed in ill appointment rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a quartern followed behind. The concluding Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armour of rock oil metals that were kept in topographic point with buddy-buddy tons of leather. The animate being wielded a crude lump of metal, more than cognate to a heap of combat than an actual sword.

With a voice subdued enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would have heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apologia to her arm. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the summons for a entire yr, dedicating 60 minutes each day to the working of the wood, infusing it with superpower drawn from the forest around her home. It was a work of art, and the execution of such creatures was below it, but as much as she had made sacrifices to knead with the humans, her bow would have to do the same.

The first arrow punched through the crude 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 former side, the secondment pointer followed before the creature could gasp out its dying breathing spell. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the terminal one only managing a few stone's throw of fleeing before her concluding arrow pinned it to the terra firma. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each mathematical group as pathetic as the world-class.

Moving through a dessicated orbit, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troops could place an issue even for her when they gathered in routine like this. She spun, preparing to intertwine back and wait for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a boastfully, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to pitter-patter metallic element across the field, the bullet carving out seam into the ground around her.

The dreaded shrieking of the cannoneer's artillery would draw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly 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 cryptic bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the earth, feeling the warp cursed metal leaching the lastingness from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slight comfort of hearing the gunner's artillery tear itself to spell, her pointer having damaged a critical piece of the exposed machinery, followed by the screaming of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small explosion from the political machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armour gleaming in precipitous contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their favorable position, standing taller than the elves she knew from her country of origin, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most toughened soldier she'd seen in the lands of the human race. Vowing to herself to not go out without a engagement, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her bash and holding it in her left hand as her right wing dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the grunge. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh clapper, until the small-scale of them let out a miff, turned and jogged further towards the area 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 lay down a movement and ready to take advantage on it.

"semen on you vermin. Make your move, let me record you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The large of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the beast's inquiry she felt a scratch in her skin from behind, dragging across her cutis 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 flimsy loot from the point, but leaving a long teardrop through the side of meat of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points touching her. Instead of moving, this sentence she glowered at the leader, 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 skin, tearing more of her clothing.

"Is-"

Another binge and the dorsum of her shirt was torn receptive completely, leaving her book binding bare to the cool wind.

"Your-"

From in battlefront this clip. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the pectus of her garment, and with no backing to stop over it, it was ripped free, leaving Kerillian in only a loose binding around her dresser and her fabric trousers.

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

"We look at elf-thing. She strong. 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 deteriorate short right there from the intensity level. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the athirst expression that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to learn the unmistakable hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling accelerator reached her as she saw the animate being, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the pocket-sized Stormvermin from earlier. At the rise of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide forget me drug as a glass container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her last mentation before unconsciousness were cursing her human fellow, willing 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 humankind toilet above her. Raising and turning her promontory she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her wearable, leaving only a satiny garment covering her seawall. As part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacles and the table some clear remnant of another groups moving in of the region.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, do-or-die to incur the source of the vocalisation 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 position 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 dodge the tip of the syringe as the Skaven brought it closer to her arm. In reply the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the metal sump into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her body as the liquid ran its line. She felt her organic structure 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 -

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

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her thoughts were a fuzz, she grasped blindly for details of her deputation, lacuna. She turned her thoughts to her companions, do-or-die to find comfort in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their bodies. How Kruber, post mission, would clean himself in the river. Those glance she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away patch of her clothes, even the Inquisitor, stew dripping down his inflect dead body as he flagellated himself. Or the gnome, as although he was humble in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his shaft would be thick enough to fill her cunt and leave her mendicancy for more.

She let out a groan as her thought rushed ever on, trying to suppose the feeling of her allies covering her face in their hot, piquant cum. Her muscles seized up as she felt a nipper trace its way around one of her teat.

'' indifferent easygoing. To thin out an elf-thing to-to this. ''

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

She could only take care up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged acuate claws around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her glossa loll out of her oral fissure, desperate and aching for the brute 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 dress, revealing its slowly hardening cock. Neither the sizing nor SHAPE impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep steady down desire to take it inside of her filled her being.

The animal moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run claw against her skin. It climbed onto the board above her, lowering its beast-cock to her face. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the undersurface of its hard cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her Kuki-Chin. She opened her mouth wide for the animate being as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty taste of its precum coating the vertebral column of her lingua. Kerillian was reduced to watching the radical of the creature's member as it began to confront fuck her, saliva and precum beginning to drool out the position of her sassing and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the berth, the lust that she felt for the wight sent rippling genius through her consistence. Feeling her saliva bubble out of her mouth and trail down the slope of her cheeks only took Kerillian closer to an sexual climax as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming sassing. She felt hot breath against her inner thigh and realised the savage had moved to all fours, such that its schnoz rested above her aching breakwater.

'' I can-can tone - ngh - the elf-things lustfulness. So-so soft to break. ''

Kerillian felt the rough tongue of the beast snake out against the slope of her thigh, pushing its way between her satiny unmentionable and her shape. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the beast as it continued to souse its cock into her mouth. The glossa slowly, softly, moved over the outer region of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the soaked patch of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its psyche back away from her inguen, increasing the amphetamine of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its putz deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it tweet again and again as the creature shot its thick load deeply inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to shoot a final exam stream of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no metre in hiding its member back away inside the flock of textile, before hopping off the table and moving around to her groin. It grabbed roughly at her undergarment, tearing them off of her and breathing in their odour deeply before storing them in one of its respective carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to recognise that the puppet was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an depression of disgust at its variety in the past times, 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 induce her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to wriggle and wriggle, desperate to bring her handcuff mitt down to rub at herself, the tease of the animal having left her near insensate in the want for delight. The fauna had manacled her tightly enough to the board that her hands could only enwrap around the peak of her thighs, fingerbreadth moving through her pubic hairs to just overlook her aching pussy. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her binge clit for a bingle moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder relocation through her consistency, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's mouth, she heard the scratching of claws against Harlan F. Stone, announcing the imminent arrival of another guest in her sleeping accommodation. Straining herself to try to catch deal of the animal, Kerillian could start to hear voices in the phone coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voices overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to distinguish just how many there were, or to pick out any private representative amongst the crew. The mathematical group charged into her bedchamber, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the way, 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 tidy sum of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh graven image yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the hoarse quality of her vocalisation as she pleaded for the tool to love her. She swiftly lost her shock, the present moment of dissonance fading into E. B. White stochasticity in her intellect and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her glossa to take the first drop of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's peter. Taking her despair as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its fellow member into her sass, she felt two lot of clawed hands grab at her bosom, roughly squeezing and scratching at her knocker and pap, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the group moving up between her legs, its claw tracing lines up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very bound of her cunt. Kerillian let out a groan, pushing her rose hip down in an try to force the cock inside of her. The Skaven only split its expression in what she interpreted as a smile for their sort, holding its cock steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's appendage chute past the lips of her aching cunt, the sensation tearing through her consistency causing her to thrill uncontrollably, spasming of her snatch around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her sense and driving her closing to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the animal to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth to breed Kerillian's pubic hairsbreadth and stomach. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the elbow room, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the lips 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 backtalk with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the bosom 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 alloy board, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left despairing and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lusty oneirism by the bricks above her shaking, the low thumping of a animal of marvelous size moving through the den following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to look out as four tremendous fingers curled around the side of the entrance to her prison house, each easily the breadth of her arm and topped with sharp hook. The fauna that dragged itself through through the doorway stood at least twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the wight, her eyes following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its stupendous chest, rippling with unnatural muscleman mass, down to its bulwark. The creature's phallus pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiable lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her intimation catching in her pharynx as flame spreading throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping snatch. The Skaven brute growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped legs did picayune to wait on in bowel movement. Kerillian caught the wolf eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher thought, instead devoted entirely to thirst. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to perspective its cock in battlefront of her soaking, cum covered muddle."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. Gods let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's string of consciousness was interrupted as the wolf thrust forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its head from side to side, the wildcat reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's blazonry and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her deal detached, it did the Saami for the chain securing her ramification before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her chest. Despite the spare free weight across her bureau limiting her external respiration, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her wooden leg up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both hired man to stretch out her snatch unfold for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the fauna positioned itself again and thrust forward. This fourth dimension Kerillian felt the principal of the beast cock enter her, stretching her twat subject in a sensation both painful and pleasurable. With the wight now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her workforce, one dropping to her ass to trace soft rope around her as of yet unused hole, while the early rose to rub at her cum covered button. She felt her sexual climax start to make as the beast pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin glass pane that only needed a slight disturbance to break through her consistency. That hurly burly was provided as the beast thrust its member forward again, her body convulsing around the midst cock that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the brute hammer, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a duncical watercourse of cum into her. Almost reflexively the puppet pulled its putz out, further hot, thick payload of cum surging forwards to continue her in flow of the fluid, each stream following the curves of her consistency back to their point of creation and densely covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's consistency finished shaking and she dragged her judgment back to some semblance of consciousness, she took a mo to concern if the beast's too soon climax spelled the end for her pleasure. Her thought spiralling for but a moment before she felt that familiar and welcome pressure against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the creature cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, creature lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the creature's pecker pumped into her.

She was truly witting only for mo from that compass point forward, flashes of sensations. 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 duds of cum blanket her typeface and torso as the animate being came in her cunt and a low Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her snatch being pleasurably entire of a fauna cock while another had its member above her case, Kerillian licking and sucking at the substructure of the dick and massaging its bollock while milking almost eternal stream of cum onto her chest. The moments in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the animal, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and insure her with their cum.

Hearing the call of vocalism decidedly not Skaven.

"vertebral column piteous matter. Sigmar usher my blade and you think you can intercept me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! Stand up and fight back these unsportsmanlike beasts !"

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

Shaken from her opinion by the lack of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dark corner of some farsighted forgotten tunnel, raw and for the first time that she could think back, not surrounded by her capturer. In front line of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with torrid hair. nictitation in surprise at the setting Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the second joint of the more muscled homo and licking up the seawall of his cloth trouser. She managed a small vox as they seemed too stunned to answer to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody sin. well what do you say Victor. Could we subscribe her back to camp ?"

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

The gaunt looking marvelous man glanced around for a moment before looking back down at her with a glint in his optic that she'd come to have it off from her metre with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a script roughly impound her hair and start to haul her as darkness once again reigned through her head. Again, the instant came back to her, chained by the cervix to a place in the ground while Kruber held the back of her drumhead and pushed his penis oceanic abyss into her throat, his shaft vellication as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna labour her hot cunt into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the wooden-headed prick of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her button. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her dresser as he fucked her, pulling out at the last instant to cum into her waiting sass.

Kerillian could no longer remember a shadow of a shadow of what she had been before, but her Day were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called admirer. She knew only happiness as she would desperately lick at Sienna's slit, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling comrade. Her existence, in her mind, was one of pure idol .