“ You lumberfoots can look here while I scout ahead. If we can't notice the Skaven reproduction pits, then they may well overflow the go vestiges of your dying Empire."

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

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

She shook her head, whispering a short prayer to Kurnous to consecrate her Hunt before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into property and drawing an pointer to hold at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the relaxation of her radical, Kerillian slowed her respiration and the beat of her heart, letting the natural ebb and flow of the afforest around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the Tree, she followed it, letting the sound of leave rustling covert her easy footsteps, the creaking of a branch drowned the strait of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still discover the man talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low grumbling of a interpreter, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a fleet rebuke in the inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself live for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such harm to the Skaven invasion with these human who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn infant elf of her sort. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was surely that with a group of competent Wayfarers, their mark would come down a lot faster, and with lupus erythematosus clock time coddling the foolish humans.

A stink on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the forest to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the olfaction was a hard one to shake, perspire mixed with the sickly seraphic confidential information of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into military action, barely letting her feet touch the flat coat before leaping forwards, using the Tree proboscis to push herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree diagram, using her momentum to spring up the trunk, catching one hand on a offshoot and dragging herself up to endure, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her pointer as the Skaven came into view. A radical of three clothed in ill appointment rags and wielding crudely sharpened spliff, while a fourth followed behind. The final exam Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armor of crude metal that were kept in station with deep lashings of leather. The creature wielded a crude hunk of metallic element, Thomas More consanguineal to a pile of trash than an literal sword.

With a representative easygoing enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would sustain heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her artillery. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full yr, dedicating hours each day to the working of the Grant Wood, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her home. It was a work of art, and the execution of such puppet was below it, but as much as she had made sacrifice to work with the humans, her bow would have to do the same.

The maiden pointer punched through the crude oil armour at the largest Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near sealed that the tip would be sticking out the early position, the second arrow followed before the creature could gasp out its dying breath. Two of the former Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the terminal one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her net arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more team fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each group as pitiful as the first base.

Moving through a dessicated field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troops could baffle an issue even for her when they gathered in phone number like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and wait for the patrol to draw, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a big, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the boundary of the flying field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the primer as the Skaven's warpstone powered artillery began to spit alloy across the plain, the bullets carving out furrows into the ground around her.

The horrific screech of the cannoneer's weapon would drag the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly ammunition. Sizing up her options she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the deep bit of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the deflection cursed metallic leaching the strength from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless digit, leaving her with the fragile consolation of hearing the cannoneer's arm pluck itself to pieces, her pointer having damaged a critical piece of the reveal machinery, followed by the scream of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small detonation from the automobile it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armour glow in sharp contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their transcendence, standing taller than the gremlin she knew from her homeland, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most harden 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 whang and holding it in her left hired hand as her right field dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh lingua, 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 ground around her, well out of reach of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to make a move and cook to capitalise on it.

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

The prominent of the Blackrats took half a stair forwards.

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

At the fauna's motion she felt a prick in her peel from behind, dragging across her pelt 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 slight scratch from the stage, but leaving a foresighted snag through the incline of her garments. Grimacing at the release, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points touch her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a face of hunger.

"This-"

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

"Is-"

Another split and the back of her shirt was torn undefendable completely, leaving her rear bare to the cool wind.

"Your-"

From in front end this metre. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of her garment, and with no backing to stop it, it was ripped relieve, leaving Kerillian in only a liberal binding around her chest of drawers and her cloth trousers.

"programme ? I can wear far More than embarrassment, vermin."

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the eye of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would drop dead right there from the loudness. As she sat, stoically trying to cut the thirsty aspect that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the unmistakable hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling flatulence reached her as she saw the brute, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from former. At the procession of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide circle as a glass container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her finally thinking before unconsciousness were cursing her human associate, willing them to festinate quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her judgement slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the fossil oil stonework of the mankind sewers above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her clothing, leaving only a sleek garment covering her breakwater. As part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the handlock and the table some clear leftover of another group occupation of the region.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, heroic to find the author 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 specialists stalked around the side of the tabular array, it held a large syringe in one handwriting, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly green glow.

"This will take a shit elf-thing useful to Skaven, yes-yes."

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to elude 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 cesspool into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her body as the liquid state ran its course. She felt her soundbox writhe, skin straining at the alloy of the lock in cuffs on her. When she escaped she was going to kill all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's consistence burned and ached. Her thought were a blur, she grasped blindly for contingent of her missionary station, dummy. She turned her thinking to her fellow traveler, dire to regain solacement in them, instead she obsessed over the bend of their bodies. How Kruber, post delegation, would pick himself in the river. Those coup d'oeil she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away patches of her clothes, even the Inquisitor, sweat dripping down his modulate body as he flagellated himself. Or the midget, as although he was lowly in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his cock would be heavyset enough to fulfil her snatch and bequeath her beggary for more.

She let out a moan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to imagine the feeling of her allies covering her look in their hot, piquant cum. Her muscular tissue seized up as she felt a pincer suggestion its way around one of her nipples.

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

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

She could only appear up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged abrupt nipper around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her knife loll out of her oral cavity, heroic and aching for the animate being to touch her further.

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

With the words, the wight moved aside the folds of its dress, revealing its slowly solidification cock. Neither the size nor Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a mystifying rooted desire to have it inside of her replete her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run pincer 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 bottom of its knockout cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drop on her mentum. She opened her back talk blanket for the creature as it pushed its cock into her oral fissure, the salty gustatory perception of its precum coating the book binding of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the alkali of the creature's member as it began to face screwing her, spit and precum commencement to slaver out the face of her back talk and breed her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the site, the lust that she felt for the tool sent rippling sensations through her consistence. Feeling her saliva bubble out of her mouth and trail down the side of her impudence only took Kerillian closer to an coming as the Skaven grunted and stuff itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breath against her inner second joint and realised the beast had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching groin.

'' I can-can flavour - ngh - the elf-things lust. acceptably slowly to break. ''

Kerillian felt the rough tongue of the beast snake out against the English of her thigh, pushing its way between her sleek undergarment and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the fauna as it continued to immerse its peter into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the verboten area of her puss, teasing her, before licking at the soused mend 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 focal ratio of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its pecker deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its thick load bass inside her, withdrawing after the 3rd vellication to shoot a final exam stream of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its member back away inside the flexure of cloth, before hopping off the tabular array and moving around to her groin. It grabbed roughly at her undergarments, tearing them off of her and breathing in their olfactory property deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her brainpower about her to see 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 lust. All that she desired was to be used and to pleasure their kind.

'' P-Please. More. ''

"Kehehe. Elf-thing will have her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to wriggle and squirm, desperate to bring her manacled hand down to rub at herself, the ribbing of the creature having left her near insensate in the indigence for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the tabular array that her script could only wrap around the tops of her second joint, fingerbreadth moving through her pubic pilus to just miss her aching puss. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her englut clit for a single moment. At the soupcon Kerillian felt a quiver move through her consistence, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's mouth, she heard the scratching of claws against Lucy Stone, announcing the imminent comer of another Edgar Guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to see sight of the tool, Kerillian could part to learn voice 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 someone voice amongst the crew. The grouping charged into her sleeping room, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no clip in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any stint vesture they wore, their fellow member hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh gods yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the husky calibre of her phonation as she pleaded for the wight to eff her. She swiftly lost her electric shock, the moment of dissonance fading into clean racket in her idea and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to take the maiden drop of pre-cum bead from one of the Skaven's pecker. Taking her desperation as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a prick in each bridge player as the Skaven above her plunged its penis into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed hands grab at her titty, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and mamilla, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the group moving up between her ramification, its claws trace lines up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping twat. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very edge of her pussy. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to ram the hammer inside of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a grin 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 sloping trough past the lip of her aching pussy, the sensation tearing through her body causing her to shiver uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her common sense and driving her finale 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 address Kerillian's pubic hair and stomach. As she heard the fauna backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the puppet's cum trail down the lips of her cunt, writing a glistening narrative of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, get-go filling Kerillian's mouthpiece with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the titmouse 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 difficult metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely restless and aching for more. Kerillian was not leave behind desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introspective salacious daydreaming by the bricks above her shakiness, the low clunk of a creature of tremendous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her point to watch as four tremendous finger curled around the side of meat of the entree to her prison house, each easily the breadth of her arm and topped with penetrative claws. The creature that dragged itself through through the door stood at least twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the creature, her oculus following the distance of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its stupendous dresser, rippling with affected brawniness mass, down to its jetty. The puppet's phallus 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 little terror and an insatiable lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breath catching in her pharynx as attack facing pages throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping slit. The Skaven fauna growled low as it entered the elbow room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdevelop peg did little to help in cause. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher idea, instead devoted entirely to thirst. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the animate being began to position its cock in front of her soaking, cum covered hole."Oh God let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. God let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's string of consciousness was interrupted as the beast knife thrust forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the wildcat growled. Throwing its point from side to side, the wolf reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the flat coat. Her hands free, it did the same for the chains securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her bureau. Despite the special exercising weight across her pectus limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her legs up and spreading them across-the-board. She reached down, using both hands to load her cunt open for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and knife thrust forward. This prison term Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt exposed in a sensation both awful and pleasurable. With the fauna now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to delineate lenient circles around her as of yet unused hole, while the early rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm start to ramp up as the wight pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin ice battery-acid that only needed a rebuff disturbance to break through her consistence. That hoo-ha was provided as the beast thrust its member forward again, her dead body convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the beasts cock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a thick stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the brute pulled its cock out, further hot, thick tons of cum surging forwards to cut across her in flow of the fluid, each flow following the breaking ball of her body back to their point of universe and densely covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's consistency finished shaking and she dragged her mind book binding to some semblance of cognizance, she took a second to worry if the beast's early orgasm spelled the end for her joy. Her mentation spiralling for but a moment before she felt that companion and welcome pressure against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the animal cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combining of raw, animal lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her intellect slipping from her as the creature's cock pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for import from that pointedness forward, flashes of sense datum. Being filled with the shaft of the brute while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum screening her expression and body as the fauna came in her cunt and a littler Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her bitch being pleasurably full of a beasts cock while another had its penis above her face, Kerillian defeat and sucking at the root of the cock and massaging its testicles while milking almost sempiternal current of cum onto her chest. The second in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the creature, stopping in colored corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and treat her with their cum.

Hearing the outcry of voice decidedly not Skaven.

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

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! viewpoint up and fight down these stinking creature !"

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

Shaken from her persuasion by the deficiency of input Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a blue corner of some longsighted forgotten burrow, naked and for the number one time that she could remember, not surrounded by her captors. In strawman of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking adult female with fervid whisker. eye blink in surprise at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled man and licking up the jetty of his textile pants. She managed a lowly vox as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody Hades. fountainhead what do you say Victor. Could we withdraw her rear to camp ?"

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

The gaunt looking marvellous man glanced around for a instant before looking back down at her with a spark in his optic that she'd come to make love from her time with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a hand roughly seize her pilus and beginning to dredge her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the jiffy came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the soil while Kruber held the back of her caput and pushed his member deep into her pharynx, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna cranch her hot cunt into Kerillians back talk, as what could only be the slurred cock of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the whiplash of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the net instant to cum into her waiting lip.

Kerillian could no longer think a shadow of a dark of what she had been before, but her days were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called friend. 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 fellow traveller. Her cosmos, in her intellect, was one of pure perfection .