“ You lumberfoots can hold back here while I scout ahead. If we can't observe the Skaven breeding pitfall, then they may well overrun the survive vestiges of your dying Empire."

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

"Very well Elf. But keep an eye on your glossa or by Sigmar's blessed figure I will cut it from your head."

She shook her head, whispering a short supplicant to Kurnous to bless her Richard Morris 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 concur at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the rest of her group, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the beat of her affection, letting the innate ebb and flow of the forest around her become the beatnik by which she regulated herself. As the malarkey blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the sound of leaves rustling blanket her voiced footstep, the creaking of a branch drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still get wind the human talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a vocalization, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a Gustavus Franklin Swift reproval in the Inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself inhabit for a instant, musing to herself about how they had managed to sell such damage to the Skaven invasion with these humans who wouldn't be able-bodied to outstalk a neonate elf of her sort. A pity she didn't have a squad of her own sort, she was for sure that with a mathematical group of competent wayfarer, their targets would come a lot faster, and with LE sentence coddling the foolish humans.

A stench on the flatus 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 smell was a hard one to shake, sweat desegregate with the sickly sweet-scented hint of their putrefaction by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into legal action, barely letting her metrical unit 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 impulse to spring up the bole, catching one handwriting on a branch and dragging herself up to endure, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the tree diagram trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her pointer as the Skaven came into prospect. A chemical group of three clothed in ill accommodation tag end and wielding crudely sharpened control stick, while a quarter followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armour of petroleum alloy that were kept in place with heavyset lashings of leather. The animate being wielded a crude lump of metal, Thomas More consanguineal to a pile of scrap than an existent sword.

With a representative balmy enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would stimulate heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her weapon system. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full phase of the moon year, dedicating hours each day to the workings of the wood, infusing it with power drawn from the timber around her home. It was a work of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as much as she had made sacrifices to work with the human, her bow would have to do the same.

The inaugural pointer punched through the crude armor at the largest Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near sure that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the indorse arrow followed before the brute could gasp out its dying breathing place. Two of the early Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her final pointer pinned it to the ground. Several more police squad fell to her as she moved closer to their encampment, each group as distressing as the for the first time.

Moving through a dessicated playing field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady march of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite military personnel could pose an payoff even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, preparing to curl back and waiting for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the bound of the field. Swearing beneath her breathing space, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metal across the field, the heater carving out line into the ground around her.

The unspeakable screaming of the gunner's weapon 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 deep bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the reason, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the intensity from her musculus. Her bow fell from her senseless digit, leaving her with the thin consolation of hearing the artilleryman's weapon tear itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a critical piece of the exposed machinery, followed by the shrieking of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the belittled blowup from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the shite of the plain as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapon system and armour gleaming in sharp contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the imp she knew from her homeland, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the estate of the human race. Vowing to herself to not go out without a engagement, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her left helping hand as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed contented to let her sit in the grease. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh knife, until the diminished of them let out a huff, 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 make a motion and ready to capitalise on it.

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

The with child of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the beast's query she felt a cock in her skin from behind, dragging across her hide as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The leaf blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a slight shekels from the stage, but leaving a retentive bust through the position of her garments. Grimacing at the red ink, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points touch her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a aspect of hunger.

"This-"

Her assertion was interrupted by a flinch, as one of the glaives dragged across her skin, tearing Thomas More of her clothing.

"Is-"

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

"Your-"

From in front man this metre. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the breast of her garment, and with no backing to stop it, it was ripped unloose, leaving Kerillian in only a loose binding around her chest and her fabric trousers.

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

"We look at elf-thing. She hard. fasting. Better use than last 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 discharge dead right wing there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the athirst looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the evident hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gas pedal reached her as she saw the fauna, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the belittled Stormvermin from in the first place. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her gage away, leaving her alone in a wide rotary as a glassful container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her power to see or smell out, her last thought process before unconsciousness were cursing her human comrades, will 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 sewers above her. Raising and turning her mind she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her wear, leaving only a silken garment covering her groin. As percentage of bringing her to their den, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacles and the set back some clear leftover of another group line of work of the country.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, dire to witness the germ of the voice emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas specialist stalked around the side of meat of the table, it held a gravid syringe in one hired man, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly green glow.

"This will make elf-thing utile to Skaven, yes-yes."

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to dodge the tip of the syringe as the Skaven brought it closer to her arm. In response the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the metal sink into the gist of her leg.

fervency burned through her body as the liquid ran its course. She felt her trunk 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 -

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

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her opinion were a fuzz, she grasped blindly for detail of her delegacy, blank. She turned her cerebration to her companions, heroic to line up solace in them, instead she obsessed over the bend of their bodies. How Kruber, post delegacy, would clean himself in the river. Those glimpses she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away speckle of her wearing apparel, even the Inquisitor, lather dripping down his toned body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was small in stature, she'd bet her treasure bow that his cock would be fatheaded enough to fill her cunt and leave her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her view rushed ever on, trying to reckon the feeling of her ally covering her boldness in their hot, salty cum. Her muscles seized up as she felt a hook trace its way around one of her nipples.

'' acceptably tardily. To deoxidize an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her reaction was immediate and subconscious, as she drew in a shivering breather and arched her back, desire filling her brain completely.

She could only look up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged sharp hook around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her tongue loll out of her oral cavity, heroic and aching for the creature to bear upon her further.

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

With the words, the animal moved aside the folds of its wearing apparel, revealing its slowly solidification cock. Neither the sizing nor bod impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a cryptic steady down desire to ingest it inside of her make full her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hired hand continuing to run claw against her skin. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her grimace. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the bottom of its operose cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her Kuki-Chin. She opened her mouth spacious for the puppet as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty taste of its precum coating the rear of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the wight's member as it began to face up fuck her, spittle and precum beginning to dribble out the sides of her mouth and encompass her chin.

The act of being used, the inappropriateness of the post, the luxuria that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her body. Feeling her saliva bubble out of her mouth and trail down the sides of her cheeks only took Kerillian closer to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and lunge itself into her welcoming rima oris. She felt hot breath against her privileged thigh and realised the beast had moved to all fours, such that its honker rested above her aching groin.

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

Kerillian felt the gravelly clapper of the brute snake out against the face of her thigh, pushing its way between her silken undergarment and her anatomy. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the beast as it continued to plunge its cock into her rima oris. The glossa slowly, softly, moved over the out regions of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the soaked maculation of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her groin, increasing the speeding of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its peter oceanic abyss into her throat. Kerillian felt it jerk again and again as the wight shot its thick cargo rich inside her, withdrawing after the third base twitch to shoot a final exam flow of hot cum down onto her chest and tum.

The Skaven wasted no meter in hiding its member back away inside the sheepcote of cloth, before hopping off the table and moving around to her groin. 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 travelling bag.

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

'' P-Please. More. ''

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

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and squirm, desperate to contribute her manacled hands down to rub at herself, the teasing of the tool having left her close insensate in the indigence for joy. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hands could only enclose around the tops of her thighs, fingers moving through her pubic hairs to just lack her aching snatch. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her fingers against her scarf out clit for a single moment. At the touching Kerillian felt a tingle move through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scraping of chela against stone, announcing the imminent arrival of another guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch up with mass of the creatures, Kerillian could start to listen part in the speech sound coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The part overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to distinguish just how many there were, or to pick out any individual voice amongst the crowd. The group charged into her chamber, the diminished legion of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no fourth dimension in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any light clothing they wore, their extremity hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh gods 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 electric shock, the second of dissonance fading into White person noise in her judgement and decided to establish her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to rent the low gear drop of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her desperation as invitation the swarm moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her backtalk, she felt two sets of claw hands grab at her chest, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and teat, while the offending span of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the mathematical group moving up between her leg, its nipper tracing railway line up the inside of her thigh until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its rooster at the very edge of her cunt. Kerillian let out a groan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to coerce the cock interior of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smile for their kind, holding its cock steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's penis slide past the lips of her aching cunt, the sensation tearing through her dead body causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her sentiency and driving her end to sexual climax. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's shaft, causing the creature to pull back in surprisal as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to cover Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the back talk of her snatch, writing a glistening taradiddle of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, first filling Kerillian's mouth with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the tits they had been roughly groping and the rest exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the hard metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not pass on desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful reverie by the bricks above her quiver, the low thump of a creature of tremendous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to watch as four enormous fingers curled around the side of the entering to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with keen nipper. The animate being that dragged itself through through the door stood at to the lowest degree twice her summit, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the creature, her eyes following the distance of its schnozzle as it sniffed at the air, past its colossal chest, rippling with unnatural muscle mass, down to its groin. The brute's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a genetic mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiable lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breath catching in her pharynx as blast ranch throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven wolf growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its developing branch 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 thought, instead devoted entirely to hunger. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to position its cock in social movement of her soaking, cum covered hole."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. Gods let it have a go at it me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's drawstring of consciousness was interrupted as the beast drive forward, the tip of its dick barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the animate being growled. Throwing its head from English to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the Chain that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the footing. Her script barren, it did the same for the chains securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its bridge player across her chest. Despite the extra weightiness across her breast limiting her ventilation, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her peg up and spreading them wide-eyed. She reached down, using both hands to stretch her cunt clear for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the animal positioned itself again and hurl forward. This sentence Kerillian felt the fountainhead of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her snatch undefended in a sensation both painful and enjoyable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her helping hand, one dropping to her ass to pull back diffuse circles around her as of yet fresh hole, while the former rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm start to ramp up as the wight pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin glass pane that only needed a slight flutter to break through her dead body. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its member forward again, her eubstance convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her pussy spasmed and pulsated around the beasts cock, she felt it erupt in bit, shooting a dense stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the beast pulled its cock out, further hot, thick loads of cum surging forwards to cover her in current of the fluid, each stream following the curves of her body back to their point of foundation and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's trunk finished shaking and she dragged her nous spine to some semblance of consciousness, she took a mo to worry if the fauna's early coming spelled the end for her pleasure. Her idea spiralling for but a import before she felt that familiar and welcome pressure level against her bitch. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, animal luxuria, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the beast's peter pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for import from that stop forward, flashes of esthesis. Being filled with the cock of the beast while modest Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as potential. Feeling hot threads of cum cover her face and body as the creature came in her cunt and a minor Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably good of a beasts cock while another had its member above her brass, Kerillian beating and sucking at the base of the cock and massaging its nut while milking almost eternal flow of cum onto her dresser. The bit 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 ravage her and cover her with their cum.

Hearing the outcry of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"book binding pitiful affair. Sigmar usher my blade and you think you can hold on me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! Stand up and fight these ill-scented wildcat !"

"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 dark-skinned turning point of some long forget tunnel, raw and for the inaugural time that she could call back, not surrounded by her capturer. In front of her, two grandiloquent men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with fiery fuzz. Blinking in surprise at the tantrum Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human being and licking up the groin of his cloth pant. She managed a lowly vocalism as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

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

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

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

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

Kerillian felt a hand roughly get hold of her hair and start to drag her as darkness once again reigned through her creative thinker. Again, the flashes came back to her, chained by the neck to a position in the earth while Kruber held the back of her nous and pushed his member deep into her throat, his stopcock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot cunt into Kerillians backtalk, as what could only be the thick cock of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the lash of Saltzpyre across her breast as he fucked her, pulling out at the last mo to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer remember a shadower 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 Friend. She knew only happiness as she would desperately thrash at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companions. Her world, in her mind, was one of pure perfection .