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

Kerillian could barely hear interrogator 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 see your glossa or by Sigmar's blessed figure I will cut it from your head."

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

As she moved further from the humans that made up the eternal sleep of her radical, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the beat of her center, letting the raw ebb and menses of the forest around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the tip blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the sound of leaves rustling cover her soft footsteps, the creaking of a branch drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still take heed the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a representative, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a western fence lizard reproof in the Inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such hurt to the Skaven invasion with these mankind who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her kind. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was for sure that with a group of competent journeyer, their target area would strike a lot faster, and with less time coddling the foolish humans.

A stench on the wind alerted her to their front. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the woodland to hand her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the olfactory modality was a voiceless one to shake, sweat mixed with the sickly sweet jot of their putrescence 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 corner shorts to push herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her impulse to spring up the trunk, catching one helping hand on a branch and dragging herself up to fend, hidden from the mathematical group of ratmen by the bulk of the tree luggage compartment. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into view. A group of three clothed in ill try-on rags and wielding crudely sharpened reefer, while a fourth followed behind. The concluding Skaven slightly taller and with More bulk, wearing armour of rock oil metal that were kept in place with duncical lashings of leather. The fauna wielded a crude lump of metal, to a greater extent consanguineal to a pile of scrap than an actual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the scab would have heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full year, dedicating hours each day to the working of the woodwind instrument, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her home. It was a oeuvre of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as much as she had made sacrifice to act with the humanity, her bow would have to do the same.

The foremost arrow punched through the crude armor at the large Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near sealed that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the irregular arrow followed before the beast could gasp out its dying breathing space. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few tone of fleeing before her final exam arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their summer camp, each radical as pitiable as the number one.

Moving through a dessicated subject field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steadfast marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troop could bewilder an way out even for her when they gathered in routine like this. She spun, preparing to intertwine back and wait for the patrol to top, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a tumid, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the border of the field. Swearing beneath her breathing time, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to patter metal across the field, the hummer carving out wrinkle into the ground around her.

The terrible screech 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 bass sharpness of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the specialty from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless finger, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the artilleryman's weapon system 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 explosion from the 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 sharp contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the extremely low frequency she knew from her homeland, while having rippling muscular tissue thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the nation 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 crap. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh tongue, until the minuscule 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 stretch of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to make a movement and ready to capitalise on it.

"ejaculate on you vermin. Make your motility, let me show you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The expectant of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the fauna's interrogation 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 scraping from the point, but leaving a long tear through the face of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points meet her. Instead of moving, this clip she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a look 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 teardrop and the rear of her shirt was torn open completely, leaving her book binding bare to the cool wind.

"Your-"

From in movement this meter. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the dresser of her garment, and with no backing to terminate it, it was ripped free, leaving Kerillian in only a loose binding around her chest and her textile trousers.

"architectural plan ? I can survive far to a greater extent than embarrassment, vermin."

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the heart of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would cut down deadened rightfulness there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the hungry smell that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the unmistakable hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling natural gas reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the minuscule Stormvermin from in the first place. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide set as a glass container hit the undercoat next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her live on thought before unconsciousness were cursing her human associate, leave them to rush along 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 toilet above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the residual of her wear, leaving only a satiny garment covering her groin. 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 grouping occupation of the sphere.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, dire to find the source of the voice emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas specialists stalked around the side of the board, it held a large syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly light-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 reaction the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the alloy sink into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her trunk as the liquid ran its course. She felt her body 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 thought process were a fuzz, she grasped blindly for details of her mission, space. She turned her thoughts to her companions, desperate to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curvature of their bodies. How Kruber, post mission, would clean house himself in the river. Those glance she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away patches of her clothes, even the interrogator, effort dripping down his inflect body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was belittled in height, she'd bet her jimmy bow that his pecker would be wooden-headed enough to fill her slit and leave her begging for more.

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

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

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

She could only appear up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged sharp hook around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her clapper loll out of her oral fissure, dire and aching for the creature to concern her further.

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

With the words, the fauna moved aside the crimp of its clothes, revealing its slowly solidifying cock. Neither the size nor material body ingrain Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a cryptic rout desire to have it inside of her filled her being.

The wight moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run hook against her skin. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her case. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the bottom of its strong stopcock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her Chin. She opened her mouth wide for the puppet as it pushed its dick into her mouth, the salty appreciation of its precum coating the binding of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the creature's member as it began to face fuck her, spittle and precum root to drool out the side of meat of her mouth and get across her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her physical structure. Feeling her saliva burp out of her mouth and get behind down the face of her cheeks only took Kerillian closer to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breath against her inner thigh and realised the animate being had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching groin.

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

Kerillian felt the grating tongue of the beast snake out against the side of her second joint, pushing its way between her silky unmentionable and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the savage as it continued to plunge its hammer into her lip. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the KO'd regions of her snatch, teasing her, before licking at the soaked patch of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her seawall, increasing the amphetamine of its stab before grunting and slamming its cock trench into her throat. Kerillian felt it flip again and again as the puppet shot its midst incumbrance deep inside her, withdrawing after the third base vellication to shoot a final watercourse of hot cum down onto her breast and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no clip in hiding its member back away inside the plica of fabric, before hopping off the mesa and moving around to her breakwater. It grabbed roughly at her undergarments, tearing them off of her and breathing in their odour deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to take in that the animal was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression 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 have her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and squirm, desperate to bring her cuff manpower down to rub at herself, the comb-out of the puppet having left her near insensate in the pauperism for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her custody could only enclose around the elevation of her thighs, fingers moving through her pubic whisker to just omit her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her engorged clit for a single moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder move through her consistency, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's lip, she heard the scrape of claws against Stone, announcing the impending arrival of another guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch sight of the creatures, Kerillian could go to pick up voices in the speech sound coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voices overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to spot just how many there were, or to foot out any individual voice amongst the gang. The group charged into her chamber, the pocket-size swarm of ten Skaven poured into the way, crowding around Kerillian's manacled configuration and wasting no meter in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any skimp article of clothing 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 wight to fuck her. She swiftly lost her jounce, the moment of dissonance fading into white disturbance in her mind and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck opening back, stretching out her tongue to take the first drop of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's stopcock. Taking her despair as invitation the host moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a peter in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its appendage into her mouth, she felt two exercise set of claw work force grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her titmouse and nipples, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cock.

She felt another of the mathematical group moving up between her pegleg, its nipper tracing pedigree up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping slit. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the animal moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very edge of her pussy. Kerillian let out a groan, pushing her articulatio coxae down in an endeavour to pressure the cock inside of her. The Skaven only split its facial expression in what she interpreted as a grinning for their form, holding its tool steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's fellow member slide past the lips of her aching twat, the sensation tearing through her soundbox causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her bitch around the Skaven's hammer overwhelming her sentiency and driving her finish to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the animal to pull back in surprisal as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to get across Kerillian's pubic hair and venter. As she heard the beast backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the brute's cum trail down the lip of her snatch, writing a glistening narration of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, first base filling Kerillian's oral cavity with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the mammilla 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 hard alloy table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left do-or-die and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful reverie by the bricks above her trembling, the low thump of a creature of tremendous sizing moving through the den following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to take in as four tremendous finger's breadth curled around the side of the entry to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with sharp chela. The wight that dragged itself through through the door stood at least twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the puppet, her eyes following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its colossal chest of drawers, rippling with unnatural muscle mass, down to its groyne. The creature's extremity pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must bear been a mutant caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between affright and an insatiable lustfulness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breathing spell catching in her throat as flak bed cover throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping puss. The Skaven beast growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its developing legs did minuscule to aid in movement. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher opinion, instead devoted entirely to starve. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the savage began to position its cock in figurehead 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 string of consciousness 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 oral sex from side to side, the wildcat reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her hands free, it did the same for the Ernst Boris Chain securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her pectus. Despite the special weighting across her breast limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no clock time bringing her legs up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both hands to stretch her puss outdoors for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and poke forward. This sentence Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt open in a ace both painful and pleasurable. With the puppet now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her manus, one dropping to her ass to draw balmy circles around her as of yet unused hole, while the early rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her sexual climax start to build as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin glass pane that only needed a slight interference to break through her body. That perturbation was provided as the beast thrust its member forward again, her body convulsing around the thick hammer that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the brute cock, she felt it erupt in round, shooting a fatheaded flow of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its cock out, further hot, wooden-headed loads of cum surging forwards to cover her in streams of the fluid, each stream following the curvature of her body back to their point of existence and thickly covering her tum and pubic hairs.

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

She was truly conscious only for second from that point forward, split second of maven. Being filled with the cock of the wildcat while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as potential. Feeling hot thread of cum binding her face and body as the Beast came in her pussy and a modest Skaven pushes its dick into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably entire of a animate being cock while another had its member above her face, Kerillian licking and suction at the base of the stopcock and massaging its testicles while milking almost eternal streams of cum onto her chest. The moments in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the brute, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts lay waste to her and get across her with their cum.

Hearing the yells of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"Back pitiful things. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! Stand up and fight these foul animal !"

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

Shaken from her thought process by the lack of stimulant Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a drear recess of some hanker forget tunnel, naked and for the first time that she could think back, not surrounded by her capturer. In front of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with ardent hairsbreadth. winking in surprise at the vista Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human and licking up the jetty of his cloth pant. She managed a small voice as they seemed too stunned to answer to her

"Use. Me."

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

"I should put her out of her wretchedness 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 eyes that she'd come to love from her time with the Skaven.

"But. esprit de corps has been low. Very well Kruber. Bring her along."

Kerillian felt a deal roughly seize her hair and commencement to dredge her as darkness once again reigned through her nous. Again, the heartbeat came back to her, chained by the neck to a station in the priming coat while Kruber held the back of her head and pushed his penis trench into her throat, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna craunch her hot pussy into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the thick prick of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the party whip of Saltzpyre across her bureau as he fucked her, pulling out at the last moments to cum into her waiting mouthpiece.

Kerillian could no longer remember a tincture 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 friends. She knew only felicity as she would desperately lick at Sienna's snatch, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling fellow. Her existence, in her mind, was one of thoroughgoing perfection .