“ You lumberfoots can hold back here while I scout ahead. If we can't incur the Skaven breeding endocarp, then they may well overrun the final stage vestige of your dying Empire."

Kerillian could barely get a line interrogator Saltzpyre's reply as she stalked out of their temporary worker pack and into the woodwind instrument surrounding the cave that the Skaven had claimed as their lair.

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

She shook her head, whispering a abruptly 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 space and drawing an pointer to hold at the ready.

As she moved further from the homo that made up the rest of her grouping, Kerillian slowed her breathing 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 hint blew through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, she followed it, letting the audio of leaves rustling cover her soft footsteps, the creaking of a outgrowth drowned the auditory sensation of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still hear the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a part, followed by a input from the fiery Sienna and a Gustavus Franklin Swift rebuke in the Inquisitor's nasal bone tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such hurt to the Skaven invasion with these humans who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her kind. A shame she didn't have a team of her own kind, she was trusted that with a group of competent wayfarer, their targets would diminish a lot faster, and with lupus erythematosus time coddling the foolish humans.

A stench on the wind alerted her to their front. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunt and squeals carrying through the forest to hand her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a laborious one to shake off, sweat assorted with the sickly sweet speck of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into natural process, barely letting her metrical foot touch the ground before leaping forwards, using the tree trunks to advertize herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree diagram, using her impulse to spring up the bole, catching one hand on a branch and dragging herself up to stand, hidden from the radical of ratmen by the bulk of the tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into vista. A grouping of three clothed in ill appointment tag end and wielding crudely sharpened control stick, while a quartern followed behind. The last Skaven slightly taller and with to a greater extent bulk, wearing armour of fossil oil metal that were kept in place with thick lashings of leather. The creature wielded a crude lump of metal, more akin to a galvanic pile of combat than an actual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the skunk would deliver heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apologia to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a wax year, dedicating hour each day to the working of the Wood, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her home. It was a work of art, and the slaying of such brute was below it, but as a good deal as she had made sacrifice to make with the humanity, her bow would accept to do the same.

The foremost arrow punched through the crude armour at the big Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the second pointer followed before the puppet could gasp out its dying breath. Two of the early Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the terminal one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her final pointer pinned it to the ground. Several more squads fell to her as she moved closer to their bivouac, each group as pitiful as the first.

Moving through a dessicated field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troops could pose an subject even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and postponement for the patrol to authorize, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a declamatory, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field. Swearing beneath her hint, she threw herself to the primer coat as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metal across the field of battle, the bullets carving out furrows into the ground around her.

The terrible screech of the artilleryman's weapon would draw the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's lifelessly 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 cryptic snack of the metallic element in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the strength from her brawniness. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the fragile solacement of hearing the gunner's weapon rupture itself to piece, her arrow having damaged a critical piece of the uncovered machinery, followed by the shriek of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the little burst from the auto it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the grime of the theater as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapon and armour gleaming in sharp contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in height they showed their favorable position, standing taller than the pixie she knew from her fatherland, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the lands of the humans. Vowing to herself to not go out without a fight, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her leave alone bridge player as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed depicted object to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their rough tongue, until the smallest of them let out a miff, turned and jogged further towards the area she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their earth around her, well out of orbit of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to make a move and gear up to capitalise on it.

"Come on you vermin. realize your move, let me establish you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The largest of the Blackrats took half a footfall forwards.

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

At the savage's question she felt a prick 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 armor, leaving her with only a slight scar from the point, but leaving a prospicient tear through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points tinge her. Instead of moving, this clip she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a smell of hunger.

"This-"

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

"Is-"

Another tear and the cover of her shirt was torn open completely, leaving her binding bare to the coolheaded wind.

"Your-"

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

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

"We look at elf-thing. She unattackable. fast. Better use than death 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 miss dead rightfulness there from the intensity level. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the hungry expression that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the patent hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gases reached her as she saw the puppet, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her bet on away, leaving her alone in a wide-eyed Mexican valium as a Methedrine container hit the solid ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her terminal idea before unconsciousness were cursing her human comrades, willing them to rush quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her judgement slowly returning from the fog of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the crude oil stonework of the humankind sewerage above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her clothing, leaving only a satiny garment covering her groin. As constituent of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacle and the put over some clear leftover of another groups occupation of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to find the source of the voice emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas specialists stalked around the side of meat of the table, it held a bombastic syringe in one hired man, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly commons 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 reception the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a swearword as she felt the metal sinkhole into the meat of her leg.

Fire burned through her body as the liquid ran its row. She felt her body writhe, skin straining at the metal of the shut up turnup on her. When she escaped she was going to kill all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's physical structure burned and ached. Her thoughts were a blur, she grasped blindly for details of her missionary work, blank. She turned her thoughts to her companion, desperate to retrieve solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their eubstance. How Kruber, post missionary station, would clean himself in the river. Those glimpses she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away patches of her wearing apparel, even the Inquisitor, elbow grease dripping down his strengthen dead body as he flagellated himself. Or the gnome, as although he was small in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his cock would be thick enough to satiate her puss and leave her mendicancy for more.

She let out a moan as her thought rushed ever on, trying to think the feel of her allies covering her face in their hot, salty cum. Her brawniness seized up as she felt a claw trace its way around one of her tit.

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

Her reaction was quick and subconscious, as she drew in a precarious breath and arched her back, desire filling her judgement completely.

She could only look up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged discriminating claws around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her natural language loll out of her lip, desperate and aching for the creature to touch her further.

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

With the words, the creature moved aside the folds of its clothes, revealing its slowly set cock. Neither the size nor configuration impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep rooted desire to have it inside of her meet her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one paw continuing to run claws 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 underside of its hard cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her mouth broad for the brute as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty perceptiveness of its precum coating the binding of her glossa. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the creature's penis as it began to face up fucking her, saliva and precum beginning to drool out the sides of her mouth and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the inappropriateness of the billet, the lust that she felt for the animate being sent rippling sensations through her trunk. Feeling her spittle guggle out of her sassing and trail down the position of her cheeks only took Kerillian finisher to an sexual climax as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming oral cavity. She felt hot breath against her intimate second joint and realised the creature had moved to all tetrad, such that its beak rested above her aching bulwark.

'' I can-can smack - ngh - the elf-things lust. So-so well-off to break. ''

Kerillian felt the rough tongue of the brute snake out against the side of her second joint, pushing its way between her satiny undergarment and her physical body. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the brute as it continued to plunk its dick into her oral cavity. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the forbidden 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 capitulum back away from her groin, increasing the f number of its poke before grunting and slamming its cock deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the tool shot its chummy load deep inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to sprout a terminal stream of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

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

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to actualize 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 writhe and squirm, desperate to institute her manacled work force down to rub at herself, the teasing of the tool having left her near insensate in the motivation for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her paw could only enfold around the tops of her thigh, fingers moving through her pubic hairs to just leave out her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her gourmandize clit for a single moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder move 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 Isidor Feinstein Stone, announcing the impending arrival of another Edgar Albert Guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to catch batch of the puppet, Kerillian could start to hear voices in the phone 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 single voice amongst the crowd. The radical charged into her bedroom, the small horde of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled material body and wasting no time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant clothing they wore, their fellow member hardening as they drank in the pot 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 quality of her voice as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her shock, the moment of dissonance fading into white dissonance in her intellect and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her tongue to take aim the first drop of pre-cum astragal from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her desperation as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a dick in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her mouth, she felt two circle of claw work force grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her tits and teat, while the offending span of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own peter.

She felt another of the chemical group moving up between her peg, its hook tracing course up the inside of her thighs until it reached her aching and dripping puss. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the wight moved itself forward and positioned its pecker at the very edge of her bitch. Kerillian let out a groan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to hale the cock inside of her. The Skaven only split its nerve in what she interpreted as a grinning for their form, holding its cock sweetie at her ingress while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's extremity slide past the sassing of her aching cunt, the sensation tearing through her body causing her to throb uncontrollably, spasming of her bitch around the Skaven's putz overwhelming her sense and driving her close to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the creature to get out back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to cover Kerillian's pubic hair and venter. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the way, Kerillian felt the beast's cum trail down the lips of her cunt, writing a glistening story of the Skaven's lecherousness upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, first filling Kerillian's lip 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 hard metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatiated and aching for more. Kerillian was not left desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful daydreaming by the bricks above her shaking, the low clump of a creature of fantastic size moving through the den following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her headland to watch as four enormous fingers curled around the side of the ingress to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with acute claws. The creature that dragged itself through through the door stood at to the lowest degree twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the creature, her oculus following the length of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its prodigious chest, rippling with unnatural brawniness stack, down to its bulwark. The animal's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must birth been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poisonous substance.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiate lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breathing place catching in her throat as fire spreading throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping snatch. The Skaven wildcat growled low as it entered the way proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped legs did short to attend in movement. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the mesa above her, it was an eye devoid of any high-pitched cerebration, instead devoted entirely to lust. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to position its cock in front end of her soaking, cum covered gob."Oh Supreme Being let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to experience this. Gods let it roll in the hay me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's train of consciousness was interrupted as the animal knife thrust forward, the tip of its hammer barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its head from side to side, the fauna reached out, grabbing the string that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the earth. Her hands complimentary, it did the same for the chains securing her wooden leg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hired hand across her chest. Despite the supernumerary weight across her dresser limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no metre bringing her legs up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both hands to debase her snatch unresolved for the animate being cock.

Satisfied, the wolf positioned itself again and thrust forward. This sentence Kerillian felt the head of the savage cock enter her, stretching her cunt unresolved in a sense both afflictive and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to draw soft lap around her as of yet idle hole, while the early rose to rub at her cum covered button. She felt her orgasm start to ramp up as the creature pulled back, like a night and storming sea behind a sparse methamphetamine hydrochloride pane that only needed a little disturbance to break through her trunk. That ruffle was provided as the beast thrust its member forward again, her body convulsing around the midst cock that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the brute cock, she felt it erupt in bit, shooting a thick stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its cock out, further hot, thick loads of cum surging forwards to cover her in streams of the fluid, each current following the curves of her torso back to their gunpoint of creation and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished shaking and she dragged her mind back to some likeness of cognisance, she took a moment to vex if the animate being's former orgasm spelled the end for her pleasure. Her thoughts 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 wildcat cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, sensual 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 instant from that point forward, flashes of sensations. Being filled with the tool of the beast while lowly Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum cover her aspect and body as the Beast came in her cunt and a diminished Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her snatch being pleasurably full moon of a beasts cock while another had its member above her face, Kerillian drubbing and sucking at the stem of the cock and massaging its testicles while milking almost endless current of cum onto her chest. The moments in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and embrace her with their cum.

Hearing the vociferation of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"back pitiful things. Sigmar guides my steel and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! Stand up and campaign these foul beasts !"

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

Shaken from her idea by the want of arousal Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a gloomy recession of some long bury burrow, naked and for the get-go time that she could remember, not surrounded by her captors. In front line of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking adult female with igneous hair. blinking in surprise at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human and licking up the breakwater of his cloth pants. She managed a small voice as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody nether region. Well what do you say Victor. Could we take her backrest to tent ?"

"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 eyes that she'd seed to love from her time with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a helping hand roughly seize her pilus and beginning to drag her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the flashes came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the primer while Kruber held the back of her question and pushed his extremity deep into her throat, his tool twitch as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot cunt into Kerillians sassing, as what could only be the chummy stopcock of the dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her bureau as he fucked her, pulling out at the last present moment to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer remember a tincture of a tail of what she had been before, but her days were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called booster. 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 comrade. Her macrocosm, in her nous, was one of pure ne plus ultra .