“ You lumberfoots can expect here while I scout ahead. If we can't find the Skaven breeding pits, 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 temporary worker refugee camp and into the woodwind 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 nous, whispering a poor prayer to Kurnous to sign her hunt before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into position and drawing an arrow to arrest at the ready.

As she moved further from the mankind that made up the rest of her group, Kerillian slowed her respiration and the pulsation of her heart, letting the lifelike ebb and flow rate of the afforest around her become the pulsation by which she regulated herself. As the lead blew through the tree, she followed it, letting the sound of leave rustling cover her soft footsteps, the creak of a branch drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still see the human beings talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumbling of a voice, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a swift rebuke in the Inquisitor's nasal bone tone.

Kerillian let herself harp for a mo, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such damage to the Skaven intrusion with these human who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her variety. A shame she didn't have a police squad of her own form, she was sure that with a group of competent Wayfarers, their objective would decrease a lot faster, and with to a lesser extent time coddling the dopy humans.

A stench on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunt and squeals carrying through the wood to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a hard one to agitate, sudate mixed with the sickly dessert suggestion of their putridness by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her human foot touch the dry land before leaping forwards, using the tree proboscis to push herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her impulse to resile up the trunk, catching one helping hand on a arm and dragging herself up to digest, hidden from the grouping of ratmen by the bulk of the tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into view. A group of three clothed in ill try-on rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a twenty-five percent followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more than bulk, wearing armour of crude metals that were kept in place with thick oodles of leather. The wight wielded a crude hunk of metal, Thomas More consanguineal to a mickle of scrap than an actual sword.

With a voice gentle enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would accept heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the cognitive operation for a good year, dedicating hours each day to the working of the wood, infusing it with top executive drawn from the timber around her home. It was a study of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as much as she had made forfeiture to knead with the humans, her bow would let 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 certain that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the endorsement arrow followed before the brute could puff out its dying breath. Two of the early Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the concluding one only managing a few footfall of fleeing before her final pointer pinned it to the soil. Several more squad fell to her as she moved closer to their pack, each radical as poor as the first.

Moving through a dessicated airfield, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite scout troop could pose an issuing even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and waiting for the patrol to communicate, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a prominent, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the subject. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the primer coat as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metal across the field, the smoke carving out furrows into the undercoat around her.

The terrible screech 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 deadly ammunition. Sizing up her options she nocked an pointer, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the deep bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the warp cursed metallic leach the enduringness from her brawniness. Her bow fell from her senseless digit, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the gunner's weapon tear itself to while, her arrow having damaged a critical piece of the exposed machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small blowup from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the theater of operations as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their artillery and armour gleaming in sharp dividing line to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their transcendency, standing taller than the elves she knew from her native land, while having rippling brawniness thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the estate of the humans. Vowing to herself to not go out without a fight, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her bang and holding it in her give mitt as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed capacity to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh knife, until the smallest of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the domain she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their ground around her, well out of reach of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to progress to a move and cook to capitalise on it.

"ejaculate on you vermin. realise your motion, let me show you why you should never undervalue an elven wayfarer."

The great of the Blackrats took half a footstep forwards.

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

At the beast's doubtfulness she felt a whoreson in her hide 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 slight dough from the detail, but leaving a long tear through the side of meat of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive stop hint her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a facial expression of hunger.

"This-"

Her argument was interrupted by a flinch, as one of the glaives dragged across her tegument, tearing more of her clothing.

"Is-"

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

"Your-"

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

"program ? I can tolerate far Thomas More than overplus, vermin."

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the eye of their traffic circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would devolve drained right there from the chroma. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the hungry look that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to learn the patent hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gases reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the low Stormvermin from other. At the rise of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide rophy as a glass container hit the priming next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or reek, her live idea before unconsciousness were cursing her human being familiar, unforced them to step on it quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her mind slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the petroleum stonework of the human race sewerage above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the residuum of her clothing, leaving only a silklike garment covering her groin. As component part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacles and the postpone some sort out remnant of another groups occupation of the field.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to obtain the reference of the voice emanating from behind her.

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

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

"This will pee elf-thing utilitarian to Skaven, yes-yes."

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to duck 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 scourge as she felt the metal sink into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her body as the liquid ran its form. She felt her body writhe, skin straining at the metallic element of the shut away handlock on her. When she escaped she was going to kill all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her persuasion were a fuzz, she grasped blindly for details of her missionary post, blank. She turned her sentiment to her companions, desperate to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their bodies. How Kruber, C. W. Post mission, would scavenge himself in the river. Those glimpses she'd seen of Sienna when her conjuring trick had gone awry and burned away while of her clothes, even the inquisitor, sweat dripping down his tone up body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was modest in height, she'd bet her lever bow that his cock would be thickheaded enough to take her cunt and leave her begging for more.

She let out a groan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to imagine the spirit of her ally covering her typeface in their hot, salty cum. Her musculus seized up as she felt a claw suggestion its way around one of her mammilla.

'' So-so well-fixed. To contract an elf-thing to-to this. ''

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

She could only look up at her capturer, face flushed as he dragged sharp claws around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her clapper loll out of her mouth, despairing and aching for the creature to touch her promote.

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

With the Bible, the wight moved aside the bend of its wearing apparel, revealing its slowly solidifying tool. Neither the size nor shape impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a cryptic rooted desire to have it inside of her satisfy her being.

The beast moved behind her again, one handwriting continuing to run claw against her skin. It climbed onto the mesa above her, lowering its beast-cock to her look. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its hard tool and tasting the salty precum that had started to dribble on her chin. She opened her backtalk wide for the beast as it pushed its stopcock into her backtalk, the salty taste of its precum coating the rachis of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of operations of the creature's member as it began to face shtup her, saliva and precum first to slobber out the position of her mouth and get over her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her body. Feeling her spittle bubble out of her sass and drop back down the position of her cheek only took Kerillian closer to an sexual climax as the Skaven grunted and stuff itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breathing place against her inner thigh and realised the brute had moved to all quartet, such that its snout rested above her aching groin.

'' I can-can reek - ngh - the elf-things lust. acceptably easygoing to cave in. ''

Kerillian felt the rough glossa of the brute snake out against the English of her second joint, pushing its way between her silken undergarment and her chassis. She moaned and pushed her inguen up at the beast as it continued to launch its pecker into her sass. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the outer regions of her puss, teasing her, before licking at the soaked 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 inguen, increasing the speed of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its turncock deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its thick load rich inside her, withdrawing after the third vellication to shoot a final stream of hot cum down onto her bureau and tummy.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its phallus back away inside the folds of cloth, before hopping off the table and moving around to her seawall. It grabbed roughly at her unmentionable, tearing them off of her and breathing in their scent deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying traveling bag.

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to take in that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its kind 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 possess her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and squirm, desperate to bring her manacle hands down to rub at herself, the teasing of the creature having left her near insensate in the penury for pleasure. The fauna had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hand could only enfold around the tops of her second joint, finger's breadth moving through her pubic hairs to just escape her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just sweep her finger's breadth against her gourmandize clitoris for a bingle moment. At the come to Kerillian felt a shudder move through her eubstance, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's sass, she heard the scratching of hook against stone, announcing the imminent arrival of another node in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch sight of the creatures, Kerillian could bulge out to hear voices in the sounds coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The voices overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to discern just how many there were, or to pick out any soul vox amongst the crowd. The group charged into her bedroom, the small legion of ten Skaven poured into the way, crowding around Kerillian's manacled form and wasting no clock time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant habiliment they wore, their members 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 hoarse character of her spokesperson as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her shock, the moment of dissonance fading into White River noise in her mind and decided to examine her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to adopt the first bead of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her desperation as invitation the swarm moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed paw 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 radical moving up between her legs, its claws tracing blood line up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly gratify with playing with Kerillian the beast 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 try to force the hammer inside of her. The Skaven only split its nerve in what she interpreted as a grin for their kind, holding its hammer steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member swoop past the backtalk of her aching cunt, the sensation tearing through her torso causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her slit around the Skaven's prick overwhelming her common sense and driving her close to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the animate being to pull in back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to hatch Kerillian's pubic haircloth and stomach. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the animal's cum trail down the lips of her slit, writing a glistening narrative of the Skaven's lecherousness upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their Charles Frederick 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 hard alloy table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful reverie by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a brute of tremendous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her forefront to watch as four enormous fingers curled around the position of the entering to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with sharp 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 hooter as it sniffed at the air, past its stupendous chest, rippling with affected brawn mess, down to its seawall. The wight's extremity pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a genetic mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed toxicant.

Kerillian was caught between scourge and an insatiable lecherousness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her hint catching in her throat as fire spread throughout her consistence, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven creature growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped peg did little to serve in front. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher view, instead devoted entirely to hunger. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to position its cock in straw man of her sousing, cum covered hole."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. deity let it have sex me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's drawing string of consciousness was interrupted as the animate being jabbing forward, the tip of its stopcock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its head from side of meat to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the range of mountains that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her hands barren, it did the same for the range securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her chest. Despite the extra weight across her breast limiting her respiration, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her branch up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both helping hand to stretch along her cunt open for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and thrust forward. This time Kerillian felt the fountainhead of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her bitch open in a sense impression both painful and pleasurable. With the wight now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to drag diffuse roundabout around her as of yet fresh hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clitoris. She felt her coming start to build as the tool pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a melt off glassful window pane that only needed a slight disturbance to break through her soundbox. That to-do was provided as the beast thrust its extremity forward again, her body convulsing around the midst cock that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the wolf cock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a slurred current of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its rooster out, further hot, blockheaded lashings of cum surging forwards to cover her in watercourse of the fluid, each current following the curved shape of her consistence back to their power point of creation and thick covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's consistency finished quiver and she dragged her brain back to some illusion of consciousness, she took a consequence to interest if the creature's early climax spelled the end for her delight. Her thought spiralling for but a moment before she felt that comrade and receive force per unit area against her twat. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the animal cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, animal lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her head slipping from her as the creature's hammer pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for moments from that point forward, fanfare of sensations. Being filled with the cock of the animate being while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum masking her nerve and body as the savage came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its dick into her ass. Her pussy being pleasurably good of a beasts cock while another had its member above her case, Kerillian licking and sucking at the al-Qa'ida of the stopcock and massaging its testicles while milking almost endless streams of cum onto her chest. The moment in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and overcompensate her with their cum.

Hearing the cry of vocalism decidedly not Skaven.

"rachis distressing thing. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! Stand 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 dark corner of some tenacious blank out tunnel, naked and for the first prison term that she could remember, not surrounded by her captors. In figurehead of her, two marvelous men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking adult female with fervid hair. eye blink 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 trouser. She managed a small voice as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody underworld. fountainhead what do you say master. Could we take her dorsum to camp ?"

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

The gaunt looking magniloquent man glanced around for a moment before looking back down at her with a glint in his eyes that she'd seminal fluid to love from her prison term with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a hand roughly seize her hair and starting signal to sweep up her as dark once again reigned through her mind. Again, the split second came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the ground while Kruber held the back of her head and pushed his member trench into her throat, his stopcock twitch as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna cranch her hot cunt into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the blockheaded cock of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her dresser as he fucked her, pulling out at the last second to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer commend a vestige 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 protagonist. She knew only happiness as she would desperately lick at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling fellow. Her universe, in her judgment, was one of pure perfection .