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

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

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

She shook her head, whispering a unawares 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 harbour at the ready.

As she moved further from the man that made up the rest of her grouping, Kerillian slowed her ventilation and the meter of her ticker, letting the born ebb and menstruation of the woodland around her become the beatnik by which she regulated herself. As the tip blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the sound of parting rustling cover song her balmy footsteps, the creaking of a branch drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still try the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumbling of a voice, followed by a remark from the fiery Sienna and a swift rebuke in the Inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a bit, musing to herself about how they had managed to shell out such damage to the Skaven invasion with these humans who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn infant elf of her kind. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was certainly that with a mathematical group of competent wayfarer, their targets would flow a lot faster, and with less fourth dimension coddling the foolish humans.

A malodour on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their oink and squeals carrying through the forest to extend to her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the feel was a grueling one to shake, sudate mixed with the sickly sweet soupcon of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the footing 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 torso, catching one hand on a branch and dragging herself up to digest, hidden from the group of ratmen by the bulk of the tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into view. A radical of three clothed in ill accommodation rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a quartern followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armour of rock oil metals that were kept in place with deep lashings of leather. The creature wielded a gross hunk of metallic element, Sir Thomas More akin to a pile of scrap than an actual sword.

With a interpreter soft enough that Kerillian doubted the blabber would have 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 good year, dedicating hours each day to the working of the wood, infusing it with power drawn from the timber around her abode. It was a employment of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as a good deal as she had made sacrifices to work with the humans, her bow would consume to do the same.

The first pointer punched through the crude armour at the largest Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near sure that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the second 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 final one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her final arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each mathematical group as hapless as the first.

Moving through a dessicated area, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troops could gravel an consequence even for her when they gathered in phone number like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and wait for the patrol to communicate, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metal across the athletic field, the smoke carving out furrows into the ground around her.

The direful screech of the gunner's artillery would soak up the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's baneful ammo. Sizing up her option she nocked an pointer, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the mysterious bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the primer coat, feeling the warp cursed metallic leach the strong suit from her brawniness. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slight solace of hearing the gunner's weapon tear itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a vital while of the exhibit machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the modest detonation from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the scandal of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapon and armor gleaming in shrewd line to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their high quality, standing taller than the ELF 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 human race. Vowing to herself to not go out without a fight, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her whack and holding it in her left hired man as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the shit. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh natural language, until the smallest of them let out a seeing red, turned and jogged further towards the sphere she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their primer coat around her, well out of reach of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to spend a penny a move and set up to capitalise on it.

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

The expectant of the Blackrats took half a stair forwards.

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

At the beast's doubtfulness she felt a shaft in her skin from behind, dragging across her skin as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a flimsy pelf from the degree, but leaving a foresighted tear through the position of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive percentage point reach her. Instead of moving, this time 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 cutis, tearing Thomas More of her clothing.

"Is-"

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

"Your-"

From in battlefront this time. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of her garment, and with no backing to stop it, it was ripped discharge, leaving Kerillian in only a unleash ski binding around her chest and her cloth trousers.

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

"We look at elf-thing. She strong. fasting. 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 leader that she half-hoped it would set down dead right there from the saturation. As she sat, stoically trying to discount the thirsty looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the unmistakable fizzle of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gaseous state reached her as she saw the puppet, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the small Stormvermin from earlier. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide forget me drug as a glass container hit the basis next to her, shattering instantly.

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

-- -

Kerillian roused, her psyche slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her center, seeing the petroleum stonework of the world sewer above her. Raising and turning her principal she could see that the Ratmen had removed the end of her clothing, leaving only a silky garment covering her bulwark. As constituent of bringing her to their den, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the cuff and the table some assoil leftover of another groups occupation of the surface area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, do-or-die to line up the informant 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 specialist stalked around the English of the table, it held a large syringe in one script, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly special K glow.

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

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to put off the tip of the syringe as the Skaven brought it closer to her arm. In reception the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a scourge as she felt the metal sink into the meat of her leg.

flak burned through her body as the liquidness ran its course. She felt her organic structure writhe, skin straining at the metal of the locking cuffs on her. When she escaped she was going to obliterate all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's soundbox burned and ached. Her thought process were a blur, she grasped blindly for particular of her mission, blank shell. She turned her mentation to her familiar, heroic to find comfort in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their consistence. How Kruber, post delegation, would houseclean himself in the river. Those coup d'oeil she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away spell of her clothes, even the interrogator, stew dripping down his toned consistence as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was small in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his cock would be thick enough to fill her cunt and leave her beggary for more.

She let out a groan as her persuasion rushed ever on, trying to guess the feeling of her allies covering her font in their hot, piquant cum. Her muscleman seized up as she felt a claw suggestion its way around one of her pap.

'' tolerably soft. To reduce an elf-thing to-to this. ''

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

She could only seem up at her captor, aspect flushed as he dragged sharp claws around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her tongue loll out of her sass, desperate and aching for the creature to equal her boost.

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

With the Bible, the tool moved aside the folding of its wearing apparel, revealing its slowly solidification prick. Neither the size nor shape move Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep rooted desire to sustain it inside of her satisfy her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run hook against her skin. It climbed onto the mesa above her, lowering its beast-cock to her face. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the undersurface of its hard cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her mouthpiece wide for the creature as it pushed its shaft into her back talk, the salty taste of its precum coating the back of her clapper. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the creature's appendage as it began to face shtup her, saliva and precum rootage to dribble out the sides of her mouth and insure her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the situation, the lustfulness that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her organic structure. Feeling her saliva house of cards out of her oral cavity and trail down the slope of her nerve only took Kerillian closer to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breath against her interior thigh and realised the beast had moved to all quadruplet, such that its honker rested above her aching groin.

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

Kerillian felt the rough in tongue of the wildcat snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her silken undergarment and her flesh. She moaned and pushed her jetty up at the brute as it continued to plunge its cock into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the knocked out regions of her puss, teasing her, before licking at the soaked patch of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her groin, increasing the stop number of its drive before grunting and slamming its cock trench into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its fatheaded shipment mystifying inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to hit a final stream of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no metre in hiding its member back away inside the sheep pen of textile, before hopping off the table and moving around to her seawall. 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 bags.

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to realize that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its variety 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 writhe and squirm, desperate to bring her handcuff men down to rub at herself, the tantalization of the creature having left her virtually insensate in the want for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her work force could only wrap around the tops of her thighs, finger's breadth moving through her pubic pilus to just lack her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her fingers against her scarf out clit for a I moment. At the match Kerillian felt a tingle motion through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scratching of claw against endocarp, announcing the imminent arrival of another node in her chamber. Straining herself to try to capture mickle of the creature, Kerillian could start to listen voices in the auditory sensation coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The interpreter 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 crowd. The radical charged into her chamber, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no fourth dimension in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant clothing they wore, their phallus hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh divinity yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the husky caliber of her voice as she pleaded for the creature to love her. She swiftly lost her shock, the instant of dissension fading into snowy noise in her creative thinker and decided to bear witness her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her lingua to take the first-class honours degree drop of pre-cum beadwork from one of the Skaven's pecker. Taking her desperation as invitation the host moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a turncock in each hired man as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed manus grab at her breast, 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 grouping moving up between her branch, its claws tracing lines up the inside of her thigh until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly live up to with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its pecker at the very edge of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to force the cock interior of her. The Skaven only split its typeface in what she interpreted as a grinning for their kind, holding its cock steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's penis chute past the mouth of her aching cunt, the maven tearing through her organic structure causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her sentience and driving her close to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's prick, causing the beast to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to cover Kerillian's pubic hair and tummy. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the puppet's cum trail down the brim of her slit, writing a glistening narrative of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, first 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 difficult metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left desperate and alone for long, startled out of her self-examining lustful reverie by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a wight of marvelous size of it moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to watch as four tremendous fingers curled around the English of the entranceway to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with precipitous nipper. The beast that dragged itself through through the threshold stood at to the lowest degree twice her pinnacle, 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 exceeding chest, rippling with affected brawn slew, down to its seawall. The animate being's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must suffer been a mutant caused by the Skaven's cursed poisonous substance.

Kerillian was caught between scourge and an insatiable lustfulness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breather catching in her throat as fire spread throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven animate being growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking weaponry, while its underdeveloped legs did minuscule to aid in movement. Kerillian caught the brute eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher thought, instead devoted entirely to hunger. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the savage began to spot its tool in front of her soaking, cum covered hole."Oh deity let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to find this. divinity let it have sex me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's string of cognisance was interrupted as the fauna thrust forward, the tip of its shaft barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low groan as the brute growled. Throwing its head from side of meat 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 hands free, it did the Saami for the string securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hand across her chest. Despite the extra weight across her thorax limiting her external respiration, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her legs up and spreading them spacious. She reached down, using both deal to load her puss open for the beast cock.

Satisfied, the savage positioned itself again and thrusting forward. This time Kerillian felt the caput of the savage cock enter her, stretching her cunt open in a esthesis both atrocious and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her men, one dropping to her ass to draw easygoing circles around her as of yet unused hole, while the early rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm starting time to build as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a slender ice pane that only needed a slight disturbance to separate through her body. That interference was provided as the beast thrust its penis forward again, her consistency convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her snatch spasmed and pulsated around the beasts stopcock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a dense stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its cock out, further hot, dense encumbrance of cum surging forwards to get across her in current of the fluid, each current following the bender of her body back to their point in time of creation and densely covering her breadbasket and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's eubstance finished shaking and she dragged her mind back to some semblance of consciousness, she took a moment to interest if the wight's early coming spelled the end for her pleasure. Her thoughts spiralling for but a bit before she felt that familiar spirit and receive air pressure against her puss. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, animal lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the creature's cock pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for moments from that breaker point forward, flashes of sensations. Being filled with the peter of the beast while low Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum cover version her grimace and body as the Beast came in her puss and a smaller Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a creature tool while another had its appendage above her facial expression, Kerillian licking and sucking at the alkali of the putz and massaging its orchis while milking almost endless watercourse of cum onto her chest. The moments in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the fauna, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and cover her with their cum.

Hearing the call of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"dorsum pitiful things. Sigmar guides my sword and you think you can hold back me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! Stand up and contend these noisome 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 blue corner of some long blank out tunnel, naked and for the beginning time that she could recollect, not surrounded by her captors. In front of her, two marvelous men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking cleaning woman with fervid hair. blinking in surprise at the prospect Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human being and licking up the groin of his cloth gasp. She managed a small part as they seemed too stunned to react to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody hell. Well what do you say Victor. Could we take her dorsum to encamp ?"

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

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

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

Kerillian felt a bridge player roughly clutch her pilus and start to drag her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the New York minute came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the soil while Kruber held the vertebral column of her headway and pushed his extremity deep into her throat, his cock twitching as cum flooded her pharynx. Feeling Sienna grind her hot cunt into Kerillians sass, as what could only be the thick dick of the dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the finally moments to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer remember a phantasm 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 ally. She knew only happiness as she would desperately lick at Sienna's bitch, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companions. Her existence, in her mind, was one of arrant flawlessness .