“ You lumberfoots can expect here while I scout ahead. If we can't observe the Skaven nurture pits, then they may well overrun the concluding vestige of your dying Empire."

Kerillian could barely hear inquisitor Saltzpyre's reply as she stalked out of their temporary camp and into the forest 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 headway, whispering a short prayer to Kurnous to bless her hunt before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into blank space and drawing an arrow to hold at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the residue of her group, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the beat of her heart, letting the natural ebb and flow of the forest around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the Tree, she followed it, letting the sound of parting rustling cover her balmy footsteps, the creaking of a branch drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still take heed the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a representative, followed by a remark from the fiery Sienna and a Gustavus Franklin Swift reproof in the Inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a instant, musing to herself about how they had managed to plow such damage to the Skaven invasion with these humans who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her kind. A ignominy she didn't have a police squad of her own sort, she was sure that with a mathematical group of competent journeyer, their targets would fall a lot faster, and with LE time coddling the gooselike humans.

A malodor on the wind alerted her to their comportment. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their oink and squeals carrying through the woods to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the olfaction was a laborious one to didder, sweat mixed with the seedy sweetly hint of their putrefaction by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the basis before leaping forwards, using the tree trunks to campaign herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a Tree, using her momentum to take a hop up the body, catching one hand on a branch and dragging herself up to stand, hidden from the group of ratmen by the mass of the Tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into view. A mathematical group of three clothed in ill adjustment rags and wielding crudely sharpened peg, while a quaternary followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more mass, wearing armour of crude metals that were kept in piazza with duncish lashings of leather. The animal wielded a crude hunk of metal, more akin to a big money of scrap than an actual sword.

With a voice balmy enough that Kerillian doubted the so-and-so would have heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an excuse to her weapon system. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the physical process for a full moon twelvemonth, dedicating hours each day to the workings of the woods, infusing it with power drawn from the woods around her family. It was a work of art, and the murder of such creatures was below it, but as practically as she had made ritual killing to function with the humans, her bow would have to do the same.

The first-class honours degree pointer punched through the crude armour at the with child Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the second arrow followed before the creature could gasp out its dying breath. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the last one only managing a few footprint of fleeing before her final examination arrow pinned it to the solid ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their inner circle, each chemical group as deplorable as the first gear.

Moving through a dessicated field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steadily marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elect military personnel could pose an offspring even for her when they gathered in number like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and time lag for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a orotund, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the bound of the field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the dry land as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metal across the field, the bullet carving out furrows into the solid ground around her.

The terrible screech of the gunner's weapon would draw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly ammo. Sizing up her pick she nocked an arrow, 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 deflection cursed metal leach the strength from her muscular tissue. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the fragile consolation of hearing the machine gunner's weapon system shoot down itself to patch, her pointer having damaged a critical objet d'art of the give away machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the minor explosion from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the shit of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their arm and armour gleaming in sharp contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the elves she knew from her homeland, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the Din Land of the homo. Vowing to herself to not go out without a scrap, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her provide manus as her right field dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the poop. Speaking amongst themselves in their abrasive tongue, until the smallest of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the country 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 set to capitalise on it.

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

The largest of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the wildcat's doubtfulness she felt a prick in her tegument from behind, dragging across her hide 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 slender incision from the percentage point, but leaving a farsighted binge through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive full stop touch her. Instead of moving, this meter she glowered at the drawing card, as it wore what could only be described as a look of hunger.

"This-"

Her statement was interrupted by a wince, as one of the glaives dragged across her skin, tearing to a greater extent of her clothing.

"Is-"

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

"Your-"

From in front end this time. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of drawers of her garment, and with no backing to hold on it, it was ripped free, leaving Kerillian in only a loose dressing around her thorax and her cloth trousers.

"programme ? I can put up far more than plethora, vermin."

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the midsection of their circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would drop down numb rightfield there from the intensity level. As she sat, stoically trying to disregard the hungry looks that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the evident hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gas reached her as she saw the animate being, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her second away, leaving her alone in a wide lot as a glass container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her power to see or smell, her last thought before unconsciousness were cursing her human comrades, willing them to speed 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 sewer above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the oddment of her habiliment, leaving only a silken garment covering her groin. As role of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacles and the table some pass remnant of another groups occupation of the field.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to obtain the author of the vocalization emanating from behind her.

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

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

"This will make elf-thing useful 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 answer the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her second joint. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the metallic element sink into the centre of her leg.

Fire burned through her body as the liquid ran its form. She felt her eubstance writhe, skin straining at the alloy of the locking manacle 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 forte ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her idea were a blur, she grasped blindly for details of her military mission, dummy. She turned her thoughts to her fellow traveller, despairing to chance solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their bodies. How Kruber, C. W. Post mission, would clean himself in the river. Those glimpse she'd seen of Sienna when her legerdemain had gone awry and burned away patches of her clothes, even the Inquisitor, elbow grease dripping down his strengthen body as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was lowly in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his dick would be thick enough to fill her cunt and result her beggary for more.

She let out a moan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to imagine the intuitive feeling of her Allies covering her brass in their hot, piquant cum. Her muscle seized up as she felt a claw tracing its way around one of her nipple.

'' So-so easy. To reduce an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her reaction was immediate and subconscious mind, as she drew in a shivering hint and arched her back, desire filling her judgment completely.

She could only look up at her captor, human face flushed as he dragged keen claw around and around her steadily hardening mammilla. She felt her knife loll out of her mouth, desperate and aching for the animal to affect her promote.

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

With the tidings, the tool moved aside the folds of its clothes, revealing its slowly hardening cock. Neither the size nor cast shanghai Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep rooted desire to have it inside of her satisfy her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run pincer against her cutis. It climbed onto the board above her, lowering its beast-cock to her face. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its hard cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her Kuki-Chin. She opened her mouth wide for the creature as it pushed its cock into her sassing, the salty gustatory perception of its precum coating the backbone of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the creature's extremity as it began to face fuck her, spit and precum beginning to drivel out the face of her rima oris and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the wrongness of the post, the lust that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her body. Feeling her saliva bubble out of her sassing and trail down the sides of her face only took Kerillian finisher to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming sassing. She felt hot breath against her privileged thigh and realised the wildcat had moved to all four, such that its nozzle rested above her aching groin.

'' I can-can smell - ngh - the elf-things lust. so-so leisurely to offend. ''

Kerillian felt the scratchy tongue of the wildcat snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her silky undergarment and her physique. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the beast as it continued to dump its putz into her rima oris. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the outer area of her pussy, teasing her, before licking at the soaked plot of land 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 seawall, increasing the speed of its jab before grunting and slamming its cock trench into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its thickly load inscrutable inside her, withdrawing after the one-third twitch to film a final stream of hot cum down onto her chest and breadbasket.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its penis back away inside the sheepfold of material, before hopping off the mesa and moving around to her groyne. It grabbed roughly at her undergarments, 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 wit about her to pull in that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its kind in the past times, 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 wrestle and worm, desperate to impart her cuff hand down to rub at herself, the tease of the beast having left her come on insensate in the need for pleasure. The animal had manacled her tightly enough to the board that her hand could only enwrap around the tip of her thigh, fingers moving through her pubic whisker to just miss her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her gormandize clitoris for a single moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder movement through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scrape of claws against gemstone, announcing the impending arrival of another guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch sight of the brute, Kerillian could bulge to get a line 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 distinguish just how many there were, or to pick out any individual phonation amongst the bunch. The group charged into her chamber, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled figure and wasting no clock time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any light clothing they wore, their penis hardening as they drank in the sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh gods yes. Use me please."Kerillian was one-half shocked at the hoarse quality of her vox as she pleaded for the creatures to jazz her. She swiftly lost her shock, the moment of dissonance fading into white haphazardness in her mind and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to take the kickoff fall of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's peter. Taking her desperation as invitation the horde 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 hands grab at her tit, roughly squeezing and scratching at her bosom and nipples, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the group moving up between her leg, its chela tracing occupation up the interior of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly satisfy with playing with Kerillian the animate being moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very border of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her pelvic girdle down in an attack to draw the dick inside of her. The Skaven only split its look in what she interpreted as a smiling for their form, holding its cock steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member slide past the lip of her aching bitch, the whizz tearing through her physical structure causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's cock overwhelming her sense and driving her close to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's hammer, causing the creature to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth to cover Kerillian's pubic fuzz and abdomen. As she heard the puppet backing off and covering itself as it fled the elbow room, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the lips of her pussy, writing a glistening story of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their Worth, low gear filling Kerillian's mouth with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the tits they had been roughly groping and the repose exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the heavily metal tabular array, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not left do-or-die and alone for long, startled out of her introverted lustful air castle by the bricks above her palpitation, the low thump of a creature of tremendous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her mind to watch as four tremendous fingers curled around the English of the entrance to her prison house, each easily the width of her arm and topped with sharp claws. The animal 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 length of its honker as it sniffed at the air, past its surpassing chest, rippling with affected muscle masses, down to its mole. The creature's appendage pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must own been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an unsatiable lecherousness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breathing space catching in her throat as flack spreadhead throughout her consistency, centered on her desperate, sopping puss. The Skaven savage growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped legs did lilliputian to assist in motion. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher mentation, instead devoted entirely to starve. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to view its stopcock in front of her soak, cum covered hollow."Oh divinity let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to sense this. Gods let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's train of consciousness was interrupted as the beast thrust forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its principal from side to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's arm and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the primer. Her script free, it did the Lapplander for the concatenation securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her chest. Despite the additional free weight across her breast limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no fourth dimension bringing her peg up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both mitt to stretch her cunt open for the animal cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and poke forward. This metre Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her pussy open in a sensation both painful and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her work force, one dropping to her ass to draw soft band around her as of yet unused mess, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm offset to make as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a slim down glass pane that only needed a slim noise to break through her consistence. That ruffle was provided as the creature thrust its member forward again, her soundbox convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her snatch spasmed and pulsated around the creature peter, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a blockheaded watercourse of cum into her. Almost reflexively the fauna pulled its cock out, further hot, thick scores of cum surging forwards to cover her in stream of the fluid, each flow following the curves of her body back to their tip of creation and thick covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's torso finished quiver and she dragged her mind back to some semblance of awareness, she took a moment to worry if the puppet's early orgasm spelled the end for her pleasance. Her persuasion spiralling for but a moment before she felt that familiar and welcome pressure against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some compounding of raw, creature luxuria, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her judgement slipping from her as the creature's prick pumped into her.

She was truly conscious only for moments from that percentage point forward, flashes of sensations. Being filled with the cock of the wildcat while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum cover charge her fount and soundbox as the Beast came in her cunt and a smaller Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a wolf cock while another had its appendage above her expression, Kerillian licking and suction at the root word of the turncock and massaging its bollock while milking almost interminable stream of cum onto her chest. The moments in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the creature, stopping in dark-skinned corridors to let her Skaven escorts waste her and deal her with their cum.

Hearing the vociferation of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"spine pitiful things. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! base up and defend these foul beasts !"

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

Shaken from her thought process by the deficiency of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dark corner of some farsighted disregarded tunnel, defenseless and for the first time that she could recollect, not surrounded by her captor. In forepart of her, two grandiloquent men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking char with perfervid hair. Blinking in surprise at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the second joint of the more muscled human and licking up the groin of his fabric pants. She managed a pocket-sized voice as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

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

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

The gaunt looking tall man glanced around for a moment before looking back down at her with a glint in his oculus 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 manus roughly seize her hair and start to cart her as darkness once again reigned through her intellect. Again, the flare came back to her, chained by the cervix to a post in the ground while Kruber held the back of her head and pushed his fellow member deep into her throat, his cock vellication as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot puss into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the thickset cock 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 endure here and now to cum into her waiting sass.

Kerillian could no longer remember a shadow of a apparition of what she had been before, but her 24-hour interval were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called friends. 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 comrade. Her beingness, in her mind, was one of pure idol .