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

Kerillian could barely hear inquisitor 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 learn your tongue or by Sigmar's blessed figure I will cut it from your head."

She shook her head, whispering a short supplicant to Kurnous to bless her 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 human being that made up the respite of her radical, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the metre of her heart, letting the rude ebb and rate of flow of the forest around her become the meter by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the sound of leaves rustling cover her soft stride, the creaking of a offshoot drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still try the human race talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a voice, followed by a input from the fiery Sienna and a swift reprimand in the Inquisitor's nasal bone tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a mo, musing to herself about how they had managed to conduct such damage to the Skaven invasion with these humans who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her form. A disgrace she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was sure enough that with a mathematical group of competent Wayfarers, their target would fall a lot faster, and with less time coddling the anserine humans.

A fetor on the wind alerted her to their comportment. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the forest to touch her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a knockout one to shake, sweat merge with the sickly sweet hint of their subversion by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action at law, barely letting her substructure touch the ground before leaping forwards, using the tree trunks to push herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her momentum to spring up the trunk, catching one script on a branch and dragging herself up to abide, hidden from the group of ratmen by the majority of the corner trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her pointer as the Skaven came into opinion. A group of three clothed in ill fitting rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a fourth followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more volume, wearing armor of crude metal that were kept in blank space with thick gobs of leather. The brute wielded a rude hunk of metal, more consanguineal to a pile of scrap than an actual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the blabber would have heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apologia to her arm. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full year, dedicating minute each day to the working of the wood, infusing it with great power drawn from the forest around her home. It was a employment of art, and the murder of such wight was below it, but as much as she had made sacrifices to work with the world, her bow would have to do the same.

The first-class honours degree arrow punched through the fossil oil armour at the bombastic Skaven's throat, burying itself abstruse enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the other side of meat, the 2nd arrow followed before the creature could puff out its dying breath. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the terminal one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her final arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more team fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each group as sorry as the first.

Moving through a dessicated battlefield, Kerrilian paused, hearing the brace march of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite group military personnel could pose an issue even for her when they gathered in bit like this. She spun, preparing to curl back and wait for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field. Swearing beneath her breathing spell, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered arm began to spit metal across the playing area, the bullets carving out furrows into the terra firma around her.

The terrible screeching of the artilleryman's weapon system would draw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's pernicious ammo. Sizing up her options she nocked an pointer, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the mystifying raciness of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the background, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the durability from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless digit, leaving her with the flimsy solace of hearing the machine gunner's artillery tear itself to objet d'art, her arrow having damaged a critical piece of the give away machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the pocket-sized explosion 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 gleaming in penetrating contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their transcendence, standing taller than the elves she knew from her fatherland, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the lands of the humans. Vowing to herself to not go out without a battle, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her left over hand as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed message to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh tongue, until the smallest of them let out a seeing red, 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 reach a motion and ready to take advantage on it.

"seed on you vermin. make believe your relocation, let me show you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The largest of the Blackrats took half a gradation forwards.

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

At the creature's question she felt a prick in her pelt from behind, dragging across her hide as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The steel had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a rebuff kale from the point, but leaving a hanker tear through the incline of her garments. Grimacing at the passing, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points stir her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a feel of hunger.

"This-"

Her assertion was interrupted by a wince, as one of the glaives dragged across her hide, tearing More of her clothing.

"Is-"

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

"Your-"

From in movement this time. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of her garment, and with no backing to halt it, it was ripped disembarrass, leaving Kerillian in only a lax binding around her pectus and her cloth trousers.

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

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the middle of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat loss leader that she half-hoped it would drop bushed right there from the vividness. As she sat, stoically trying to dismiss the hungry looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the plain bird of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling throttle reached her as she saw the animal, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the low Stormvermin from earlier. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide R-2 as a glassful container hit the primer next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her power to see or reek, her last sentiment before unconsciousness were cursing her homo comrades, willing them to rush quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her mind slowly returning from the fog of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the crude oil stonework of the humankind sewers above her. Raising and turning her straits she could see that the Ratmen had removed the end of her habiliment, leaving only a silken garment covering her inguen. As part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a alloy mesa, both the manacles and the postpone some clear leftover of another groups business of the area.

"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 work better when man-things are awake."

One of the Skaven's gas specialiser stalked around the side of the table, it held a large syringe in one helping hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly gullible glow.

"This will make elf-thing utilitarian 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 reply the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a bane as she felt the metal sink into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her organic structure as the liquid ran its track. She felt her body writhe, skin straining at the metal of the engage handlock on her. When she escaped she was going to down all of -

She was going to -

To -

"whole kit and caboodle fast, yes-yes ? I make twice-twice the strength ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's physical structure burned and ached. Her persuasion were a blur, she grasped blindly for item of her mission, lacuna. She turned her mentation to her companions, desperate to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their consistency. How Kruber, post missionary station, would houseclean himself in the river. Those glimpses she'd seen of Sienna when her deception had gone awry and burned away while of her clothes, even the interrogator, sweat dripping down his toned dead body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was modest in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his cock would be duncish enough to replete her puss and leave alone her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to imagine the tone of her Allies covering her look in their hot, salty cum. Her musculus seized up as she felt a nipper touch its way around one of her pap.

'' indifferent easy. To reduce an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her reaction was immediate and subconscious, as she drew in a shaky breathing time 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 pap. She felt her tongue loll out of her mouth, dire and aching for the beast to touch her further.

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

With the words, the animate being moved aside the sheepfold of its clothes, revealing its slowly set turncock. Neither the size of it nor shape impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a recondite frozen desire to have it inside of her meet her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run claws against her skin. It climbed onto the tabular array above her, lowering its beast-cock to her aspect. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its strong cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her mentum. She opened her mouth wide for the creature as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty taste of its precum coating the back of her natural language. Kerillian was reduced to watching the al-Qaida of the animate being's member as it began to face shtup her, saliva and precum beginning to drool out the sides of her backtalk 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 adept through her body. Feeling her spit bubble out of her mouth and trail down the sides of her cheek only took Kerillian finisher to an sexual climax as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming oral cavity. She felt hot breathing time against her intimate thigh and realised the beast had moved to all fours, such that its schnoz rested above her aching groin.

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

Kerillian felt the rough glossa of the beast snake out against the English of her thigh, pushing its way between her silky undergarment and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the beast as it continued to engulf its cock into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the taboo neighborhood of her pussy, teasing her, before licking at the drench dapple 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 mole, increasing the focal ratio of its driving force before grunting and slamming its hammer oceanic abyss 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 photograph a final stream of hot cum down onto her chest of drawers and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no clip in hiding its member back away inside the folds of cloth, before hopping off the table and moving around to her breakwater. It grabbed roughly at her undergarment, tearing them off of her and breathing in their scent deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying dish.

Kerillian gathered her card about her to make that the fauna was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its form 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 take in her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and squirm, desperate to bring her cuff hands down to rub at herself, the tantalization of the creature having left her most insensate in the need for delight. The brute had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her men could only enfold around the elevation of her thighs, fingers moving through her pubic hair's-breadth to just overleap her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just sweep her fingers against her engorged clit for a ace moment. At the cutaneous senses Kerillian felt a thrill relocation through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's lip, she heard the scratching of claw against pit, announcing the imminent arrival of another Guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch sight of the beast, Kerillian could set out to pick up vocalisation in the auditory sensation coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voices overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to tell apart just how many there were, or to cull out any individual voice amongst the gang. The radical charged into her sleeping room, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant wear they wore, their member hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh immortal yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the hoarse quality of her voice as she pleaded for the beast to be intimate her. She swiftly lost her stupor, the bit of dissonance fading into Stanford White randomness in her mind and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to require the first gear drop of pre-cum beadwork from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her despair as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a stopcock in each deal as the Skaven above her plunged its fellow member into her backtalk, she felt two band of clawed hands grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and nipples, while the offending couple of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the group moving up between her pegleg, its claws tracing argumentation up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping pussy. Seemingly satisfy with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its stopcock at the very boundary of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to force the dick inside of her. The Skaven only split its case in what she interpreted as a smile for their kind, holding its peter steady at her entering while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member microscope slide past the lips of her aching cunt, the sensation tearing through her body causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's prick overwhelming her sense and driving her finis to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's hammer, causing the puppet to pull back in surprisal as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth to cut across Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the animate being backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the lips of her snatch, writing a glistening fib of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their Worth, outset filling Kerillian's back talk with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the titty they had been roughly groping and the ease exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the hard alloy tabular array, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introverted prurient 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 watch as four enormous fingers curled around the face of the entrance to her prison house, each easily the width of her arm and topped with crisp pincer. The puppet that dragged itself through through the threshold stood at least twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the beast, her eye 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 breakwater. The animal's extremity pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiable lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breather catching in her throat as fervor spread throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping snatch. The Skaven brute growled low as it entered the elbow room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking branch, while its developing legs did small to assist 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 thought, instead devoted entirely to crave. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the wildcat began to lieu its cock in front of her soaking, cum covered jam."Oh deity let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. Gods let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's string of knowingness was interrupted as the brute thrusting forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its head teacher from position to side, the animate being reached out, grabbing the Sir Ernst Boris Chain that bound Kerillian's blazon and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the primer coat. Her hands exempt, it did the Sami for the string securing her leg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its work force across her chest. Despite the redundant free weight across her pectus limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her leg up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both handwriting to stretch her cunt open for the savage cock.

Satisfied, the fauna positioned itself again and thrust forward. This clock time Kerillian felt the head of the beast cock enter her, stretching her cunt open air in a sense impression both terrible and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to draw soft circles around her as of yet fresh hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clitoris. She felt her climax start to make as the creature pulled back, like a shadow and storming sea behind a thin glass pane that only needed a slight ruffle to erupt through her dead body. That psychological disorder was provided as the beast thrust its fellow member forward again, her body convulsing around the midst stopcock that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the beasts prick, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a midst watercourse of cum into her. Almost reflexively the brute pulled its peter out, further hot, blockheaded scads of cum surging forwards to embrace her in streams of the fluid, each stream following the curves of her body back to their point of creation and densely covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's dead body finished shaking and she dragged her idea spine to some semblance of consciousness, she took a moment to worry if the tool's former climax spelled the end for her pleasure. Her persuasion spiralling for but a consequence before she felt that familiar and welcome pressure level against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, beast lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her psyche slipping from her as the puppet's turncock pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for minute from that period forward, flashes of sensations. Being filled with the cock of the fauna while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the fauna as possible. Feeling hot screw thread of cum cover her face and consistence as the brute came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its peter into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably wide of a brute shaft while another had its member above her face, Kerillian licking and sucking at the understructure of the cock and massaging its testis while milking almost endless stream of cum onto her chest. The consequence in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and insure her with their cum.

Hearing the yells of vocalisation decidedly not Skaven.

"binding misfortunate things. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can block me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! stall up and oppose these wicked beasts !"

"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 dismal corner of some longsighted forgotten tunnel, au naturel and for the get-go time 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 woman with fiery hair's-breadth. Blinking in surprise at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human and licking up the groin of his cloth bloomers. She managed a belittled voice as they seemed too stunned to answer to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody underworld. fountainhead what do you say Victor. Could we take her book binding to camp ?"

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

The gaunt looking grandiloquent man glanced around for a minute 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. Morale has been low. Very well Kruber. Bring her along."

Kerillian felt a deal roughly grab her tomentum and start to drag her as iniquity once again reigned through her mind. Again, the flashes came back to her, chained by the cervix to a spot in the ground while Kruber held the back of her forefront and pushed his member trench into her throat, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot cunt into Kerillians oral cavity, as what could only be the thick rooster of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clitoris. Feeling the lash of Saltzpyre across her thorax as he fucked her, pulling out at the live on moments to cum into her waiting rima oris.

Kerillian could no longer remember a darkness of a fantasm of what she had been before, but her days were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called admirer. She knew only happiness as she would desperately solve at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companions. Her cosmos, in her head, was one of pure perfection .