“ You lumberfoots can wait here while I scout ahead. If we can't obtain the Skaven breeding cavity, then they may well overrun the lowest vestiges of your dying Empire."

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

"Very well Elf. But determine your natural language or by Sigmar's blessed public figure I will cut it from your head."

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

As she moved further from the mankind that made up the rest of her chemical group, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the measure of her heart, letting the natural ebb and stream of the forest around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the wind instrument blew through the tree diagram, she followed it, letting the auditory sensation of leaves rustling screening her soft footsteps, the creaking of a branch drowned the audio of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still try the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a representative, followed by a scuttlebutt from the fiery Sienna and a Swift reprehension in the inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself consist for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such wrong to the Skaven encroachment with these homo who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her variety. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own sort, she was sure that with a group of competent Wayfarers, their butt would fall a lot faster, and with less time coddling the foolish humans.

A stench on the malarkey alerted her to their bearing. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the forest to progress to her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the aroma was a hard one to shake, perspire immix with the sickly sweetness hint of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the ground before leaping forwards, using the tree trunks to campaign herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her momentum to take form up the trunk, catching one mitt on a branch and dragging herself up to stand, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into view. A group of three clothed in ill fitting tag end and wielding crudely sharpened spliff, while a fourth followed behind. The final examination Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armor of crude metals that were kept in shoes with thickly lashings of leather. The beast wielded a crude hunk of alloy, more akin to a pile of scrap than an factual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the squealer would let 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 phase of the moon year, dedicating time of day each day to the workings of the wood, infusing it with power drawn from the woods around her home. It was a work of art, and the murder of such wight was below it, but as very much as she had made ritual killing to bring with the world, her bow would have to do the same.

The first pointer punched through the crude armour at the tumid Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the other side of meat, the second pointer followed before the fauna could pant out its dying breath. Two of the former Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the last one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her last arrow pinned it to the solid ground. Several more squad fell to her as she moved closer to their clique, each mathematical group as wretched as the first.

Moving through a dessicated theatre, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troops could impersonate an issue even for her when they gathered in number like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and waiting for the patrol to lead, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a declamatory, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the border of the subject. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to sprinkle metal across the bailiwick, the bullets carving out furrows into the basis around her.

The awful screeching of the gunner's artillery would draw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's venomous ammo. Sizing up her option she nocked an pointer, drawing it back as she stood. The pointer flew from her bow as she felt the deep bit of the metallic element in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the land, feeling the warp cursed metallic element leach the strength from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless digit, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the cannoneer's weapon rupture itself to while, her arrow having damaged a critical composition of the unwrap machinery, followed by the screeching of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small-scale blowup from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapon and armour glow in sharp direct contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the brownie she knew from her homeland, while having rippling brawn thicker than even those of the most toughened soldier she'd seen in the realm of the humans. Vowing to herself to not go out without a combat, 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 mental object to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh tongue, until the minor 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 relocation and ready to capitalize on it.

"Come on you vermin. Make your movement, let me testify you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The largest of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the beast's question 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 armor, leaving her with only a slender moolah from the point, but leaving a prospicient split through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points touch her. Instead of moving, this sentence she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a look of hunger.

"This-"

Her instruction was interrupted by a wince, as one of the glaives dragged across her skin, tearing more of her clothing.

"Is-"

Another bust and the binding of her shirt was torn out-of-doors completely, leaving her spinal column bare to the cool wind.

"Your-"

From in front this time. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the thorax of her garment, and with no backing to stop it, it was ripped detached, leaving Kerillian in only a loose binding around her thorax and her textile trousers.

"design ? I can suffer far more than embarrassment, vermin."

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the middle of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat loss leader that she half-hoped it would cast off dead right there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the hungry looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the evident raspberry of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gas pedal reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the feeler of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her game away, leaving her alone in a wide circle as a methamphetamine container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or reek, her last thoughts before unconsciousness were cursing her human comrades, uncoerced them to rush quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her mind slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her optic, seeing the crude stonework of the human race gutter above her. Raising and turning her headway she could see that the Ratmen had removed the rest of her clothing, leaving only a silken garment covering her groin. As part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metallic element mesa, both the handlock and the table some clear leftover of another grouping job of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, heroic to incur the source of the vocalism emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas specialist stalked around the English of the table, it held a orotund syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly putting green glow.

"This will make elf-thing useful 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 thigh. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the metal sink into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her body as the liquidity 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 -

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

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her thoughts were a fuzz, she grasped blindly for details of her deputation, lacuna. She turned her thought to her fellow, do-or-die to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their bodies. How Kruber, post mission, would pick himself in the river. Those coup d'oeil she'd seen of Sienna when her deception had gone awry and burned away patches of her clothes, even the interrogator, sweat dripping down his intone body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was small in stature, she'd bet her lever bow that his cock would be thick enough to fill her cunt and leave her begging for more.

She let out a groan as her thought rushed ever on, trying to guess the feeling of her allies covering her facial expression in their hot, salty cum. Her brawn seized up as she felt a hook trace its way around one of her tit.

'' So-so sluttish. To concentrate an elf-thing to-to this. ''

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

She could only count up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged sharp pincer around and around her steadily hardening tit. She felt her knife loll out of her mouth, despairing and aching for the creature to stir her further.

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

With the Son, the tool moved aside the folds of its clothes, revealing its slowly hardening hammer. Neither the sizing nor shape impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep settle desire to ingest it inside of her filled her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hired man continuing to run claws against her skin. It climbed onto the board above her, lowering its beast-cock to her font. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the bottom of its hard pecker and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her mouth full for the puppet as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty taste of its precum coating the back of her spit. Kerillian was reduced to watching the root of the creature's member as it began to face ass her, spittle and precum beginning to slabber out the sides of her mouth and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the inappropriateness of the berth, 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 face of her cheeks only took Kerillian finisher to an climax as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming back talk. She felt hot breathing space against her inner second joint and realised the creature had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching groyne.

'' I can-can reek - ngh - the elf-things lust. So-so easy to fall apart. ''

Kerillian felt the rough in tongue of the savage snake out against the position of her thigh, pushing its way between her slick undergarment and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her mole up at the beast as it continued to plunge its cock into her back talk. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the stunned realm of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the soaked patch of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her groin, increasing the speed of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its cock trench into her throat. Kerillian felt it squeeze again and again as the creature shot its thick load late inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to shoot a final exam current of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its member back away inside the folds of cloth, before hopping off the tabular array and moving around to her groyne. It grabbed roughly at her unmentionable, tearing them off of her and breathing in their scent deeply before storing them in one of its respective carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her wag about her to realise that the wight was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an printing of disgust at its kind in the past times, 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 play her cuff hands down to rub at herself, the ribbing of the fauna having left her near insensate in the need for pleasure. The animal had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hands could only twine around the acme of her thighs, fingers moving through her pubic pilus to just neglect her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her fingers against her engorged button for a one bit. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder move through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scratching of claws against stone, announcing the impendent arrival of another guest in her sleeping room. Straining herself to try to catch sight of the animate being, Kerillian could start to hear voices in the sounds 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 pick out any individual spokesperson amongst the crowd. The group charged into her sleeping accommodation, the diminished swarm of ten Skaven poured into the elbow room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no clip in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant 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 one-half shocked at the husky caliber of her vocalisation as she pleaded for the animate being to fuck her. She swiftly lost her electric shock, the bit of dissonance fading into blank noise in her head and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to film the first off drop 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 dick in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her mouth, she felt two readiness of clawed handwriting grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and mammilla, while the offending dyad of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own stopcock.

She felt another of the grouping moving up between her legs, its claws tracing blood line up the interior of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the beast moved itself forward and positioned its turncock at the very edge of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her pelvis down in an attempt to storm the tool inside of her. The Skaven only split its case in what she interpreted as a smile for their sort, holding its cock steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member slide past the lips of her aching snatch, the aesthesis tearing through her body causing her to throb uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's shaft overwhelming her sense and driving her close to sexual climax. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the wight to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to handle Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the tool backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the tool's cum trail down the mouth of her puss, writing a glistening tale of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, inaugural 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 left hand do-or-die and alone for long, startled out of her self-examining lustful oneirism by the bricks above her quiver, the low thump of a creature of tremendous size moving through the den following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to watch as four enormous finger curled around the side of the entrance to her prison, each easily the breadth of her arm and topped with tart claws. The creature that dragged itself through through the door stood at least twice her pinnacle, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the beast, her eyes following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its colossal chest, rippling with abnormal muscle mass, down to its groin. The creature's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed toxicant.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiate lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breathing time catching in her pharynx as fire spread throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven beast growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdevelop legs did petty to attend to in movement. Kerillian caught the wildcat eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any eminent thought, instead devoted entirely to lust. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to position its turncock in front of her soaking, cum covered hole."Oh divinity let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to sense this. god let it have intercourse me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's string of knowingness was interrupted as the beast driving force forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its caput from side to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's limb and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the flat coat. Her hands free, it did the Sami for the strand securing her leg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its men across her breast. Despite the surplus weight across her chest limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her ramification up and spreading them extensive. She reached down, using both hands to stretch her cunt overt for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and stuff forward. This time Kerillian felt the brain of the animal cock enter her, stretching her cunt open in a sensation both sore and pleasurable. With the brute now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to draw soft dress circle around her as of yet unused hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her climax start to build as the tool pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin crank pane that only needed a slight to-do to cave in through her consistence. That disturbance was provided as the wildcat thrust its member forward again, her body convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her pussy spasmed and pulsated around the wildcat pecker, she felt it erupt in crook, shooting a thick current of cum into her. Almost reflexively the tool pulled its cock out, further hot, thick dozens of cum surging forwards to cut across her in streams of the fluid, each stream following the curves of her body back to their dot of creation and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished palpitation and she dragged her head back to some gloss of consciousness, she took a here and now to worry if the animate being's other coming spelled the end for her delight. Her mentation spiralling for but a moment before she felt that familiar spirit and receive press against her slit. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combining of raw, animal luxuria, 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 moments from that point forward, flashes of superstar. Being filled with the peter of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot train of thought of cum covering her face and body as the Beast came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her slit being pleasurably total of a beasts cock while another had its member above her nerve, Kerillian licking and sucking at the base of the tool and massaging its testicles while milking almost endless streams of cum onto her chest. The moment in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in sorry corridors to let her Skaven escorts harry her and insure her with their cum.

auditory sense the yells of vocalism decidedly not Skaven.

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

"I think I see her sir."

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

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

Shaken from her thoughts by the lack of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dismal corner of some long forgotten tunnel, defenseless and for the starting time clip that she could remember, not surrounded by her captors. In front of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking charwoman with fiery tomentum. blinking in surprisal at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human and licking up the mole of his material pants. She managed a minuscule voice 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 magniloquent man glanced around for a instant before looking back down at her with a spark in his eyes that she'd ejaculate to bonk from her time with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a hand roughly attach her hair and starting to drop back her as swarthiness once again reigned through her judgment. Again, the flashing came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the priming coat while Kruber held the book binding of her psyche and pushed his penis trench into her throat, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot snatch into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the loggerheaded dick of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the party whip of Saltzpyre across her pectus as he fucked her, pulling out at the last minute to cum into her waiting back talk.

Kerillian could no longer think a tail 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 cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companions. Her being, in her nous, was one of stark perfection .