“ You lumberfoots can hold back here while I scout ahead. If we can't find the Skaven breeding pits, then they may well run over the last vestige of your dying Empire."

Kerillian could barely hear inquisitor Saltzpyre's reply as she stalked out of their irregular camp and into the Grant Wood surrounding the cave that the Skaven had claimed as their lair.

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

She shook her promontory, whispering a short supplicant to Kurnous to bless her hunting before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into space and drawing an arrow to hold at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the rest of her chemical group, Kerillian slowed her external respiration and the beat of her heart, letting the natural ebb and stream of the woods around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, she followed it, letting the sound of leaves rustling screen her piano footsteps, the creaking of a arm drowned the phone of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still hear the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a spokesperson, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a swift rebuke in the interrogator's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to portion out such damage to the Skaven invasion with these homo who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn infant elf of her kind. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was sure as shooting that with a group of competent wayfarer, their targets would fall a lot faster, and with to a lesser extent clip coddling the goosy humans.

A stench on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the timber to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the spirit was a hard one to stir, sweat mixed with the sickly cherubic soupcon of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the priming coat 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 proboscis, catching one hand on a offset and dragging herself up to stand, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the shoetree body. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into view. A group of three clothed in ill fitting rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a fourth part followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more majority, wearing armour of crude metal that were kept in place with thick rafts of leather. The creature wielded a vulgar hunk of alloy, more cognate to a atomic reactor of fight than an real sword.

With a vocalisation piano enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would suffer heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the cognitive operation for a full yr, dedicating 60 minutes each day to the working of the Natalie Wood, infusing it with power drawn from the woods 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 sacrifices to exercise with the humans, her bow would take in to do the same.

The foremost arrow punched through the crude armour at the gravid Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the other face, the second pointer followed before the wight could gasp out its dying intimation. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few footstep of fleeing before her final arrow pinned it to the dry land. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their clique, each grouping as pitiful as the initiative.

Moving through a dessicated sphere, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite scout troop could pose an offspring even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and postponement for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a bombastic, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the border of the field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered arm began to spit metallic element across the field, the bullets carving out crease into the primer around her.

The severe scream of the machine 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 pointer, drawing it back as she stood. The pointer flew from her bow as she felt the deep collation of the metallic element in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the undercoat, feeling the warp cursed metal leaching the strength from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the gunner's weapon tear itself to part, her arrow having damaged a critical piece of music of the give away machinery, followed by the screeching of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small burst from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the soil of the battlefield as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armour lambency in astute contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in height they showed their superiority, standing taller than the imp she knew from her homeland, while having rippling brawniness thicker than even those of the most toughened soldier she'd seen in the lands 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 leftfield hand as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

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

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

The largest of the Blackrats took half a footfall forwards.

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

At the beast's inquiry 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 peak, but leaving a long tear through the incline of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive full stop touch her. Instead of moving, this fourth dimension she glowered at the loss leader, as it wore what could only be described as a looking at of hunger.

"This-"

Her program line was interrupted by a wince, as one of the glaives dragged across her pelt, tearing more of her clothing.

"Is-"

Another tear and the binding of her shirt was torn give completely, leaving her rachis bare to the cool down wind.

"Your-"

From in figurehead this prison term. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of her garment, and with no backup to quit it, it was ripped free, leaving Kerillian in only a loose cover around her dresser and her material trousers.

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

"We look at elf-thing. She strong. fasting. wagerer use than death yes-yes ? Elf-thing ours now-now."

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the middle of their circle, staring such hatred at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would flatten beat rightfield there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to cut the hungry looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to take heed the patent hoot of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The feel of mingling gases reached her as she saw the animate being, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the improvement of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her stake away, leaving her alone in a extensive circle as a trash container hit the dry land next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her power to see or smell, her hold out thoughts before unconsciousness were cursing her homo fellow, volition them to hotfoot quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her mind slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her oculus, seeing the crude stonework of the man toilet above her. Raising and turning her chief she could see that the Ratmen had removed the difference of her clothing, leaving only a slick garment covering her groin. As portion of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacles and the tabularize some clear-cut leftover of another radical occupation of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, dire to find the author of the interpreter emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas specialists stalked around the side of the table, 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 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 pith of her leg.

Fire burned through her trunk as the liquid ran its course. She felt her torso writhe, skin straining at the metal of the locking cuffs on her. When she escaped she was going to defeat all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's eubstance burned and ached. Her sentiment were a blur, she grasped blindly for particular of her mission, space. She turned her mentation to her companions, desperate to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their bodies. How Kruber, Post mission, would houseclean himself in the river. Those glimpse she'd seen of Sienna when her deception had gone awry and burned away fleck of her dress, even the Inquisitor, effort dripping down his toned trunk as he flagellated himself. Or the gnome, as although he was minuscule in height, she'd bet her appreciate bow that his tool would be thick enough to make full her cunt and leave her beggary for more.

She let out a moan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to opine the tactile sensation of her allies covering her human face in their hot, piquant cum. Her muscles seized up as she felt a hook trace its way around one of her nipples.

'' So-so easy. To lose weight an elf-thing to-to this. ''

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

She could only look up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged sharp chela around and around her steadily hardening mammilla. She felt her knife loll out of her mouth, do-or-die and aching for the brute to touch her encourage.

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

With the Christian Bible, the animate being moved aside the folds of its clothes, revealing its slowly hardening cock. Neither the sizing nor soma affect Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a trench rooted desire to have it inside of her fulfil her being.

The brute moved behind her again, one deal continuing to run claws against her skin. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her face. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its hard cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her Kuki. She opened her mouth wide for the fauna as it pushed its cock into her oral cavity, the salty tasting of its precum coating the back of her clapper. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the beast's phallus as it began to face fuck her, spittle and precum beginning to drool out the sides of her mouth and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the post, the lustfulness that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her trunk. Feeling her saliva bubble out of her backtalk and trail down the side of meat of her face only took Kerillian finisher to an coming as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming lip. She felt hot breath against her interior second joint and realised the beast had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching jetty.

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

Kerillian felt the grating glossa of the beast snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her slick undergarment and her pulp. She moaned and pushed her mole up at the animal as it continued to plunge its cock into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the outer neighborhood of her pussy, teasing her, before licking at the soused fleck of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her groyne, increasing the speed of its push before grunting and slamming its cock deep into her pharynx. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its boneheaded lading deep inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to hit a final stream of hot cum down onto her dresser and tum.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its member back away inside the sheepcote of cloth, before hopping off the mesa and moving around to her groin. It grabbed roughly at her undergarment, tearing them off of her and breathing in their smell deeply before storing them in one of its diverse carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her learning ability about her to realise that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its variety in the past, that disgust had been replaced with an all consuming lecherousness. 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 contribute her manacled manus down to rub at herself, the ribbing of the tool having left her approximate insensate in the need for pleasure. The brute had manacled her tightly enough to the board that her mitt could only wrap around the elevation of her second joint, fingers moving through her pubic tomentum to just miss her aching snatch. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her finger's breadth against her gormandise button for a single bit. At the touch Kerillian felt a quiver motility through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's rim, she heard the scratching of claws against rock, announcing the imminent reaching of another node in her chamber. Straining herself to try to pick up mint of the creatures, Kerillian could take up to discover voice in the strait coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The vocalisation overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's power to discern just how many there were, or to nibble out any individual voice amongst the crowd. The radical charged into her chamber, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the way, crowding around Kerillian's manacled frame and wasting no prison term in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant habiliment they wore, their phallus 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 spokesperson as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her shock, the here and now of disagreement fading into white racket in her mind and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to take the 1st drop of pre-cum astragal from one of the Skaven's cock. Taking her desperation as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each deal as the Skaven above her plunged its extremity into her mouth, she felt two sets of taloned custody grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her nipple and nipples, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own turncock.

She felt another of the group moving up between her ramification, its nipper tracing lines up the interior of her second joint until it reached her aching and dripping snatch. Seemingly slaked with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very boundary of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an endeavor to force the cock interior of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smiling for their kind, holding its cock truelove at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's extremity lantern slide past the lips of her aching cunt, the ace tearing through her trunk causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her bitch around the Skaven's putz overwhelming her sense and driving her ending to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the tool to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to cover Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the fauna backing off and covering itself as it fled the 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, world-class filling Kerillian's mouth with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the bosom they had been roughly groping and the quietus exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the severely metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left desperate and alone for long, startled out of her self-examining lustful castle in Spain by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a creature of tremendous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to watch as four tremendous fingers curled around the face of the ingress to her prison house, each easily the width of her arm and topped with sharply claws. The creature that dragged itself through through the door stood at to the lowest degree twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the wight, her heart following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its stupendous chest, rippling with unnatural muscle mass, down to its groyne. The animal's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a mutant caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between holy terror and an insatiate lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her intimation catching in her pharynx as fire spread throughout her trunk, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven wildcat growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped leg did little to wait on in bowel movement. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the tabular array above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher thought, instead devoted entirely to lust. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the wolf began to office its pecker in figurehead of her drenching, cum covered pickle."Oh divinity let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to sense this. idol let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's train of awareness was interrupted as the beast stab forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low groan as the beast growled. Throwing its head word from English to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the soil. Her work force free, it did the same for the irons securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hand across her thorax. Despite the extra weight across her bureau limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no fourth dimension bringing her legs up and spreading them wide of the mark. She reached down, using both workforce to stretch her cunt open for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the animal positioned itself again and thrust forward. This time Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her pussy exposed in a genius both painful and gratifying. With the animate being now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her manpower, one dropping to her ass to trace soft circles around her as of yet unused hollow, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her climax start to build as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a lose weight glass Zen that only needed a slender upset to weaken through her body. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its fellow member forward again, her consistence convulsing around the thick stopcock that had pushed forward into her. As her twat spasmed and pulsated around the beasts putz, she felt it erupt in spell, shooting a thick stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its cock out, further hot, thick loads of cum surging forwards to hide her in stream of the fluid, each flow following the curves of her body back to their point of institution and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's dead body finished palpitation and she dragged her head back to some likeness of consciousness, she took a moment to worry if the creature's early orgasm spelled the end for her pleasure. Her thoughts 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 beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, animal lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the wight's cock pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for import from that point forward, flashes of sense impression. Being filled with the cock of the beast while pocket-sized Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as potential. Feeling hot screw thread of cum covering fire her side and organic structure as the creature came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her puss being pleasurably full of a beasts cock while another had its penis above her aspect, Kerillian licking and sucking at the base of the dick and massaging its testicles while milking almost interminable streams of cum onto her chest. The moments in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the creature, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts waste her and cover her with their cum.

earreach the yells of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"Back pitiful matter. Sigmar templet my blade and you think you can check me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! rack up and fight down these disgusting beasts !"

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

Shaken from her thoughts by the lack of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a coloured corner of some hanker block tunnel, naked and for the first time that she could commend, not surrounded by her captors. In front of her, two grandiloquent men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with torrid hair. winking in surprisal at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human being and licking up the groin of his cloth pants. She managed a modest voice as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

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

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

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

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

Kerillian felt a helping hand roughly seize her tomentum and start to drag her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the photoflash came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the ground while Kruber held the rachis of her heading and pushed his member deep into her pharynx, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna craunch her hot puss into Kerillians mouthpiece, as what could only be the thick cock of the nanus pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her button. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her chest of drawers as he fucked her, pulling out at the death mo to cum into her waiting mouthpiece.

Kerillian could no longer commend a shadow of a shadow of what she had been before, but her days were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called supporter. She knew only happiness as she would desperately lick at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling fellow traveler. Her existence, in her mind, was one of pure perfection .