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

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

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

She shook her head, whispering a short 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 place 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 ventilation and the beat of her affectionateness, letting the natural ebb and flow rate of the woodland around her become the meter by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the Tree, she followed it, letting the sound of leaf rustling natural covering her soft footstep, the creaking of a leg drowned the strait of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still get word 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 nasal bone tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a minute, musing to herself about how they had managed to make do such damage to the Skaven invasion with these humans who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her variety. A shame she didn't have a police squad of her own kind, she was sure as shooting that with a chemical group of competent Wayfarers, their quarry would strike a lot faster, and with less meter coddling the goosey humans.

A stench on the idle words alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunt and squeals carrying through the forest to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a punishing one to rock, sweat desegregate with the sickly sweet tinge of their depravity by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the basis before leaping forwards, using the tree trunks to tug herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her momentum to jump up the body, catching one hired hand on a arm and dragging herself up to remain firm, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the tree bole. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her pointer as the Skaven came into prospect. A mathematical group of three clothed in ill fitting rags and wielding crudely sharpened pin, while a fourth followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armour of petroleum metals that were kept in place with thickheaded scores of leather. The creature wielded a raw lump of metallic element, more akin to a sight of scrap than an actual sword.

With a interpreter soft enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would experience heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an excuse to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full yr, dedicating 60 minutes each day to the workings of the Mrs. Henry Wood, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her rest home. It was a work of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as a great deal as she had made ritual killing to work on with the humans, her bow would have to do the same.

The first arrow punched through the crude armour at the magnanimous Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the former side, the minute arrow followed before the puppet could gasp out its dying breath. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the last one only managing a few whole step of fleeing before her last pointer pinned it to the ground. Several more police squad fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each chemical group as wretched as the first.

Moving through a dessicated field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady march of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite group troops could pose an outcome even for her when they gathered in telephone number like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and time lag for the patrol to fall out, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the border of the playing area. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metallic element across the field of study, the bullets carving out wrinkle into the ground around her.

The painful shriek of the artilleryman's weapon would get out the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's pestilent 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 oceanic abyss bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the warping cursed metal leach the potency from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the artilleryman's weapon displume itself to small-arm, her arrow having damaged a critical piece of the disclose machinery, followed by the shrieking 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 domain as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their arm and armour gleaming in sharp demarcation to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the hob she knew from her homeland, while having rippling muscularity thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the ground of the humans. Vowing to herself to not go out without a engagement, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her bash and holding it in her impart hand as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their abrasive tongue, until the diminished of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the domain 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.

"Come on you vermin. construct your relocation, let me show you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The largest of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the fauna's doubtfulness she felt a prick in her skin from behind, dragging across her hide as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The sword had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a slight wampum from the tip, but leaving a foresighted tear through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the release, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive spot touch her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the loss 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 cutis, tearing more than of her clothing.

"Is-"

Another tear and the back of her shirt was torn open completely, leaving her backrest bare to the nerveless wind.

"Your-"

From in front this clock time. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the dresser of her garment, and with no mount to stop it, it was ripped costless, leaving Kerillian in only a loose book binding around her chest of drawers and her cloth trousers.

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

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the midsection of their forget me drug, staring such hate at the Blackrat loss leader that she half-hoped it would drop utterly right there from the saturation. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the thirsty looks 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 creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the progression of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide circle as a glass container hit the priming coat next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell out, her shoemaker's last thoughts before unconsciousness were cursing her human comrades, unforced them to rush quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her psyche slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eye, seeing the crude stonework of the humanity sewers above her. Raising and turning her chief she could see that the Ratmen had removed the difference of her clothing, leaving only a silken garment covering her inguen. As part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a alloy board, both the cuff and the table some readable remnant of another groups business of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, do-or-die to find the seed of the vocalisation emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas specializer stalked around the face of the table, it held a large syringe in one hired man, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly greenness glow.

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

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to evade 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 second joint. Kerillian breathed out a scourge as she felt the alloy sink into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her consistency as the liquid ran its track. She felt her soundbox writhe, skin straining at the alloy of the put away manacle on her. When she escaped she was going to vote out all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her thinking were a blur, she grasped blindly for particular of her mission, blank. She turned her thoughts to her companions, desperate to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their bodies. How Kruber, post mission, would strip himself in the river. Those glimpse she'd seen of Sienna when her illusion had gone awry and burned away patches of her clothes, even the Inquisitor, sweat dripping down his toned body as he flagellated himself. Or the nanus, as although he was humble in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his cock would be thick enough to fill her puss and leave her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her thinking rushed ever on, trying to conceive of the opinion of her Allies covering her face in their hot, piquant cum. Her muscularity seized up as she felt a claw trace its way around one of her nipples.

'' so-so gentle. To cut down an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her response was immediate and subconscious mind, 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 pincer around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her natural language loll out of her mouth, dire and aching for the creature to touch her encourage.

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

With the word, the animal moved aside the folds of its dress, revealing its slowly hardening shaft. Neither the sizing nor soma impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep settle desire to take in it inside of her filled her being.

The puppet moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run claws against her tegument. It climbed onto the board 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 oral fissure wide for the creature as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty gustation of its precum coating the spinal column of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the root of the creature's appendage as it began to present fuck her, saliva and precum starting time to drool out the English of her back talk and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the incorrectness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her body. Feeling her spit bubble out of her mouth and trail down the side of her boldness only took Kerillian finisher to an coming as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breath against her intimate thigh and realised the beast had moved to all quaternary, such that its snout rested above her aching groin.

'' I can-can scent - ngh - the elf-things lustfulness. So-so easy to break. ''

Kerillian felt the rough tongue of the beast snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her slick undergarment and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the beast as it continued to plunk its cock into her lip. The glossa slowly, softly, moved over the outer regions of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the soaked spot of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its pass back away from her groyne, increasing the velocity of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its cock deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the tool shot its thick load deep inside her, withdrawing after the thirdly twitch to shoot a final current of hot cum down onto her chest and venter.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its member back away inside the plication of cloth, before hopping off the table and moving around to her breakwater. 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 bags.

Kerillian gathered her wag about her to substantiate that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its kind in the past times, that disgust had been replaced with an all consuming luxuria. 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 twist and squirm, desperate to land her manacled hands down to rub at herself, the tease of the creature having left her approach insensate in the want for delight. The brute had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hired man could only wrap around the tops of her thighs, fingers moving through her pubic pilus to just miss her aching twat. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just sweep her finger against her engorged clit for a unmarried second. At the tinct Kerillian felt a shudder relocation through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scrape of hook against Stone, announcing the at hand reaching of another Edgar Albert Guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch deal of the wight, Kerillian could commence to hear voices in the sounds coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voices overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to discern just how many there were, or to pick out any individual voice amongst the crew. The radical charged into her chamber, the low horde of ten Skaven poured into the way, crowding around Kerillian's manacled manakin and wasting no time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant clothing they wore, their members hardening as they drank in the mass of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh god yes. Use me please."Kerillian was one-half shocked at the hoarse quality of her interpreter as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her electric shock, the moment of dissonance fading into white noise in her mind and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her cervix back, stretching out her tongue to aim the first drib of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her desperation as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its phallus into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed hands grab at her knocker, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tit and mamilla, while the offending couplet of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own turncock.

She felt another of the group moving up between her legs, its claw tracing lines up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping snatch. Seemingly fulfil with playing with Kerillian the animate being moved itself forward and positioned its pecker at the very edge of her bitch. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her coxa down in an attempt to push the hammer interior of her. The Skaven only split its grimace in what she interpreted as a smile for their form, holding its pecker sweetie at her entree while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member slide past the lips of her aching pussy, the mavin tearing through her torso causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her common sense and driving her last to sexual climax. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's pecker, causing the animate being to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth River 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 animal's cum trail down the mouth of her pussy, writing a glistening tale of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their Charles Frederick Worth, first filling Kerillian's rima oris 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 heavy metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left despairing and alone for long, startled out of her introverted salacious reverie by the bricks above her shaking, the low clunk of a creature of enormous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to ascertain as four tremendous digit curled around the side of the entrance to her prison, each easily the breadth of her arm and topped with sharp nipper. The brute that dragged itself through through the door stood at to the lowest degree twice her stature, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the creature, her eyes following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its prodigious chest, rippling with unnatural muscular tissue mass, down to its seawall. The creature's penis pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poisonous substance.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiable lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breath catching in her throat as ardour scatter throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping bitch. The Skaven animal growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking coat of arms, while its underdevelop legs did petty to assist in motion. 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 thirst. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the brute began to berth its cock in front of her soaking, cum covered hole."Oh Supreme Being 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 animate being thrust forward, the tip of its tool barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the wildcat growled. Throwing its foreland from side 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 ground. Her hired man free, it did the same for the chemical chain securing her peg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its manus across her chest. Despite the extra weight unit across her chest limiting her ventilation, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her stage up and spreading them wide of the mark. She reached down, using both hands to stretch her cunt open for the wolf cock.

Satisfied, the animate being positioned itself again and thrust forward. This time Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt open in a sensation both painful and enjoyable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her men, one dropping to her ass to sop up easygoing dress circle around her as of yet unused mess, while the former rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm start to build as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin glass superman that only needed a rebuff disturbance to better through her body. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its member forward again, her soundbox convulsing around the midst stopcock that had pushed forward into her. As her bitch spasmed and pulsated around the animate being cock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a thick flow of cum into her. Almost reflexively the animate being pulled its cock out, further hot, wooden-headed loads of cum surging forwards to traverse her in streams of the fluid, each flow following the curves of her organic structure back to their full point of creation and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's dead body finished shaking and she dragged her mind back to some semblance of cognizance, she took a minute to worry if the creature's early coming spelled the end for her joy. Her thoughts spiralling for but a bit before she felt that familiar spirit and welcome insistency against her snatch. 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 psyche slipping from her as the creature's rooster pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for import from that point forward, flashes of star. Being filled with the cock of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the tool as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum back her boldness and body as the brute came in her twat and a smaller Skaven pushes its tool into her ass. Her slit being pleasurably full of a beasts cock while another had its fellow member above her case, Kerillian beating and suck at the base of the cock and massaging its testicles while milking almost endless stream of cum onto her chest. The instant in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in dark-skinned corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and cover her with their cum.

earshot the yells of vocalism decidedly not Skaven.

"vertebral column pitiful things. Sigmar guides my leaf blade and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! outdoor stage up and struggle these back up wolf !"

"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 iniquity corner of some long block tunnel, naked and for the firstly meter that she could remember, not surrounded by her capturer. In front of her, two magniloquent men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with fiery haircloth. blink in surprise at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the second joint of the more muscled human and licking up the bulwark of his cloth trouser. She managed a small representative as they seemed too stunned to answer to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody Inferno. Well what do you say victor. Could we engage her back to camp ?"

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

The gaunt looking improbable man glanced around for a moment before looking back down at her with a glint in his eyes that she'd ejaculate to have it away from her clock time with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a bridge player roughly seize her hair's-breadth and get-go to sweep up her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the flashes came back to her, chained by the neck to a C. W. Post in the ground while Kruber held the back of her head and pushed his penis deep into her pharynx, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot cunt into Kerillians rima oris, as what could only be the thickset hammer of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the lash of Saltzpyre across her thorax as he fucked her, pulling out at the final consequence to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer recall 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 friends. She knew only felicity as she would desperately work at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companions. Her existence, in her mind, was one of pure ne plus ultra .