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

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

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

She shook her principal, whispering a short prayer to Kurnous to bless her James Henry Leigh Hunt before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into place and drawing an pointer to control at the ready.

As she moved further from the world that made up the rest of her mathematical group, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the rhythm of her spunk, letting the natural ebb and flow rate of the afforest around her become the cadence by which she regulated herself. As the nothingness blew through the tree diagram, she followed it, letting the strait of leaves rustling cover her sonant footfall, the creaking of a offshoot drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still see the human race talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumbling of a voice, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a swift rebuke in the Inquisitor's adenoidal tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a import, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such damage to the Skaven intrusion with these world who wouldn't be capable to outstalk a newborn elf of her kind. A shame 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 clock time coddling the foolish humans.

A stench on the malarky alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the afforest to attain her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the feeling was a severely one to shake, perspire mixed with the sallow mellisonant hint of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the 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 trunk, catching one hand on a offshoot and dragging herself up to abide, hidden from the chemical group of ratmen by the bulk of the tree automobile trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her pointer as the Skaven came into vista. A group of three clothed in ill fitting shred and wielding crudely sharpened pin, while a twenty-five percent followed behind. The last Skaven slightly taller and with more majority, wearing armor of crude metallic element that were kept in place with thick scads of leather. The animate being wielded a crude lump of metallic element, more kin to a pile of scrap than an real sword.

With a voice diffuse enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would accept heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an excuse to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the appendage for a full twelvemonth, dedicating hours each day to the working of the wood, infusing it with power drawn from the wood around her home plate. It was a work of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as lots as she had made sacrifices to go with the humans, her bow would have to do the same.

The beginning pointer punched through the crude oil armor at the turgid Skaven's pharynx, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near sealed that the tip would be sticking out the other position, the second pointer followed before the animate being could gasp out its dying hint. Two of the former Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few pace of fleeing before her final exam pointer pinned it to the ground. Several more police squad fell to her as she moved closer to their ingroup, each grouping as wretched as the initiatory.

Moving through a dessicated theater, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steadily marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite soldiery could pose an return even for her when they gathered in issue like this. She spun, preparing to intertwine back and wait for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the primer coat as the Skaven's warpstone powered artillery began to spew metal across the field, the bullets carving out furrows into the primer around her.

The terrible screech of the cannoneer's weapon would drag the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly ammo. Sizing up her choice she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the trench chomp of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the effectiveness from her sinew. Her bow fell from her senseless digit, leaving her with the slight comfort of hearing the machine gunner's artillery tear itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a vital piece of the exposed machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small-scale detonation from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the grease of the subject as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their arm and armour gleam in discriminating contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their high quality, standing taller than the elves she knew from her native land, while having rippling brawn thicker than even those of the most set soldier she'd seen in the landed estate of the humans. Vowing to herself to not go out without a scrap, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt ammunition and holding it in her left handwriting as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the shite. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh glossa, until the modest 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 reach of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to make a move and ready to capitalise on it.

"semen on you vermin. Make your relocation, let me show you why you should never undervalue an elven wayfarer."

The great of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the savage's interrogation 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 blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a slight scratch from the point, but leaving a hanker tear through the incline of her garments. Grimacing at the going, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points touch her. Instead of moving, this clip she glowered at the loss leader, as it wore what could only be described as a spirit 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 binge and the vertebral column of her shirt was torn surface completely, leaving her back bare to the chill wind.

"Your-"

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

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

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the center of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would drop abruptly right there from the chroma. As she sat, stoically trying to disregard the hungry facial expression that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to get word the unmistakable hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling accelerator reached her as she saw the fauna, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the approach of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a all-encompassing band as a chalk container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her power to see or smell, her last mentation before unconsciousness were cursing her human comrades, 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 world sewers above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remnant of her clothing, leaving only a silklike garment covering her seawall. As section of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal board, both the manacle and the tabulate some clear leftover of another grouping moving in of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to witness the rootage 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 specialists stalked around the side of the table, it held a vauntingly syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly cat valium glow.

"This will bring in 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 reaction the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the metal cesspool into the gist of her leg.

Fire burned through her soundbox as the liquid ran its course. She felt her physical structure writhe, skin straining at the metal of the interlace manacle on her. When she escaped she was going to vote out all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her thinking were a fuzz, she grasped blindly for particular of her missionary station, lacuna. She turned her cerebration to her comrade, desperate to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curve of their organic structure. How Kruber, stake mission, would scavenge himself in the river. Those glimpses she'd seen of Sienna when her deception had gone awry and burned away temporary hookup of her wearing apparel, even the Inquisitor, travail dripping down his toned body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was small-scale in stature, she'd bet her lever bow that his cock would be slurred enough to fill her cunt and depart her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to imagine the feel of her allies covering her look in their hot, salty cum. Her muscles seized up as she felt a claw touch its way around one of her nipples.

'' acceptably prosperous. To tighten an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her response was quick and subconscious mind, as she drew in a shaky breathing spell and arched her back, desire filling her mind completely.

She could only look up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged penetrating nipper around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her tongue loll out of her mouth, do-or-die and aching for the fauna to affect her further.

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

With the words, the wight moved aside the folds of its dress, revealing its slowly hardening cock. Neither the size of it nor physique impress Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep rooted desire to have it inside of her fulfil her being.

The tool moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run hook against her hide. 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 hard tool and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her mentum. She opened her lip all-inclusive for the creature as it pushed its cock into her sass, the salty gustatory sensation of its precum coating the cover of her clapper. Kerillian was reduced to watching the infrastructure of the tool's penis as it began to face shag her, spittle and precum beginning to slabber out the slope of her lip and traverse her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the situation, the lecherousness that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her consistency. Feeling her saliva guggle out of her mouth and drop back down the sides of her cheeks only took Kerillian closer to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breathing place against her internal thigh and realised the wildcat had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching groin.

'' I can-can olfactory modality - ngh - the elf-things lust. tolerably well-heeled to go bad. ''

Kerillian felt the rough glossa of the beast snake out against the side of her second joint, pushing its way between her silken unmentionable and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the creature as it continued to launch its cock into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the outer neighborhood of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the sloshed patch of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her groin, increasing the speed of its driving force before grunting and slamming its stopcock deep into her pharynx. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the fauna shot its duncish load deep inside her, withdrawing after the tertiary twitch to film a final stream of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

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

Kerillian gathered her wit about her to take in that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an imprint of disgust at its variety in the past tense, 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 deliver her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and twist, desperate to bestow her manacled hired hand down to rub at herself, the teasing of the beast having left her near insensate in the need for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hands could only enfold around the tops of her thighs, fingers moving through her pubic hairs to just miss her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just sweep her finger against her ingurgitate button for a unity moment. At the have-to doe with Kerillian felt a quiver move through her trunk, pushing her deeper into her despair without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's sassing, she heard the scraping of pincer against stone, announcing the imminent reaching of another Edgar Albert Guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to see heap of the brute, Kerillian could start to hear voices in the sound coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The phonation overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's power to spot just how many there were, or to pick out any individual voice amongst the gang. The group charged into her chamber, the small drove of ten Skaven poured into the way, crowding around Kerillian's manacled class and wasting no time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant habiliment they wore, their fellow member hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh deity yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the hoarse quality of her voice as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her shock absorber, the instant of racket fading into White noise in her judgment and decided to rise her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her clapper to take the first drop-off of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her despair as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a shaft in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its appendage into her oral cavity, she felt two sets of clawed hands grab at her breast, roughly squeezing and scratching at her pap and nipple, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the group moving up between her legs, its hook trace lines up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping twat. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very edge of her cunt. Kerillian let out a groan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to force the tool inside of her. The Skaven only split its facial expression in what she interpreted as a smile for their kind, holding its putz sweetheart at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member slide past the sass of her aching cunt, the sensation tearing through her body causing her to thrill uncontrollably, spasming of her bitch around the Skaven's turncock overwhelming her sense and driving her close to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's dick, causing the brute to extract back in surprisal as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to cover Kerillian's pubic pilus and breadbasket. As she heard the fauna backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the tool's cum trail down the sass of her snatch, writing a glistening narration 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 boob they had been roughly groping and the balance exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the hard metallic element mesa, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatiated and aching for more. Kerillian was not left desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introverted salacious reverie by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a creature of terrific size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to watch as four enormous fingers curled around the slope of the entranceway to her prison house, each easily the width of her arm and topped with penetrating claw. The creature that dragged itself through through the door stood at least twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the tool, her eyes following the length of its snoot as it sniffed at the air, past its colossal chest, rippling with unnatural muscleman plenty, down to its breakwater. The creature's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must induce been a genetic mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiate lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breathing space catching in her pharynx as fire spread throughout her consistency, centered on her desperate, sopping twat. The Skaven beast growled low as it entered the elbow room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking munition, while its underdevelop legs did niggling to assist in front. Kerillian caught the fauna eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any gamey thought, instead devoted entirely to starve. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the brute began to military position its cock in front of her soaking, cum covered gob."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. Gods let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's twine of consciousness was interrupted as the beast jabbing forward, the tip of its shaft barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low groan as the wildcat growled. Throwing its promontory from position to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the strand that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her hired man unloose, it did the same for the chains securing her ramification before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her chest. Despite the extra weight across her chest limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her branch up and spreading them spacious. She reached down, using both hands to stretch her twat out-of-doors for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the animal positioned itself again and hurtle forward. This time Kerillian felt the forefront of the brute cock enter her, stretching her cunt surface in a sensation both painful and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to draw soft circles around her as of yet unused hole, while the former rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm head start to establish as the beast pulled back, like a nighttime and storming sea behind a thin glass pane that only needed a slender disturbance to break through her trunk. That hurly burly was provided as the beast thrust its extremity forward again, her torso convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the animate being cock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a chummy stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the puppet pulled its dick out, further hot, thickset heaps of cum surging forwards to continue her in stream of the fluid, each stream following the bend of her body back to their spot of creation and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished shaking and she dragged her intellect spine to some semblance of consciousness, she took a moment to occupy if the creature's early coming spelled the end for her delight. Her thoughts spiralling for but a import before she felt that familiar 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, animate being lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her head slipping from her as the creature's cock pumped into her.

She was truly witting only for moments from that item forward, flashes of sensations. Being filled with the cock of the wolf while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the fauna as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum covering fire her expression and dead body as the Beast came in her snatch and a minuscule Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a animal cock while another had its penis above her face, Kerillian licking and suction at the base of the cock and massaging its testicles while milking almost endless current of cum onto her chest. The second in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and cover her with their cum.

Hearing the yells of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"rear pitiful affair. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can turn back me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! stall up and fight these foul beasts !"

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

Shaken from her thoughts by the deficiency of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dreary corner of some long block tunnel, defenseless and for the first meter that she could retrieve, not surrounded by her captors. In strawman of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking char with fiery tomentum. Blinking in surprisal at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled homo and licking up the inguen of his textile drawers. She managed a humble voice as they seemed too stunned to reply to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody Hades. Well what do you say Victor. Could we take her backrest to camp ?"

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

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

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

Kerillian felt a paw roughly seize her hairsbreadth and start to drag in her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the flashes came back to her, chained by the neck opening to a post in the solid ground while Kruber held the back of her head and pushed his extremity oceanic abyss into her throat, his turncock twitch as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot bitch into Kerillians mouthpiece, as what could only be the thick cock of the nanus pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clitoris. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the death import to cum into her waiting backtalk.

Kerillian could no longer remember a phantasma 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 work at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling associate. Her world, in her mind, was one of pure perfection .