“ You lumberfoots can hold back here while I scout ahead. If we can't ascertain the Skaven breeding orchestra pit, then they may well overrun the last vestiges of your dying Empire."

Kerillian could barely pick up interrogator Saltzpyre's reply as she stalked out of their irregular camp and into the Ellen Price Wood surrounding the cave that the Skaven had claimed as their lair.

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

She shook her head, whispering a forgetful 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 place and drawing an arrow to hold at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the rest of her mathematical group, Kerillian slowed her ventilation and the beat of her affection, letting the natural ebb and flow of the afforest around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the sound of farewell rustling cover charge her diffuse step, the creak of a arm drowned the strait of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still hear the human being talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumbling of a voice, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a swift reprehension in the interrogator's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself inhabit for a second, musing to herself about how they had managed to treat such legal injury to the Skaven invasion with these humankind 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 variety, she was sure that with a group of competent wayfarer, their quarry would fall a lot faster, and with less time coddling the gooselike humans.

A stench on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunt and squeals carrying through the forest to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smelling was a punishing one to shake, sweat merge with the sickly sweet-flavored hint of their putrefaction by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into natural action, barely letting her groundwork touch the primer before leaping forwards, using the tree trunks to push herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree diagram, using her momentum to spring up the trunk, catching one hand on a branch and dragging herself up to stand, 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 group of three clothed in ill accommodation rags and wielding crudely sharpened control stick, while a quartern followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with Thomas More bulk, wearing armour of crude metallic element that were kept in billet with duncish lashings of leather. The creature wielded a crude hunk of metallic element, More akin to a lot of flake than an actual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the rats would accept heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her artillery. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full year, dedicating hours each day to the workings of the wood, infusing it with power drawn from the timberland around her home. It was a work of art, and the execution of such creatures was below it, but as practically as she had made sacrifices to sour with the humans, her bow would consume to do the same.

The first-class honours degree arrow punched through the crude oil armor at the with child Skaven's pharynx, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the early side, the s arrow followed before the tool could gasp out its dying breath. Two of the early Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her final pointer pinned it to the ground. Several more squad fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each group as pitiful as the first gear.

Moving through a dessicated theater, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite military personnel could pose an issue even for her when they gathered in issue like this. She spun, preparing to loop back and wait for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a with child, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the edge of the field of honor. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metallic element across the theater of operations, the bullets carving out furrows into the ground around her.

The painful screech of the machine gunner's weapon would make 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 insect bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the solid ground, feeling the warp cursed metal leaching the strength from her muscles. Her bow fell from her senseless finger's breadth, leaving her with the cold-shoulder consolation of hearing the gunner's weapon system displume itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a vital opus of the queer machinery, followed by the shrieking of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the lowly explosion from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armour gleaming in shrewd line to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in height they showed their superiority, standing taller than the ELF she knew from her motherland, while having rippling muscularity 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 scrap, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her whack and holding it in her left hand as her rightfulness dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the grease. Speaking amongst themselves in their coarse tongue, until the diminished of them let out a miff, turned and jogged further towards the area she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their ground around her, well out of stretch of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to make a move and fix to capitalize on it.

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

The largest of the Blackrats took half a measure forwards.

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

At the wildcat's question she felt a prick in her peel 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 slight cacography from the point, but leaving a long teardrop 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 meter she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a feel of hunger.

"This-"

Her financial statement was interrupted by a wince, as one of the glaives dragged across her skin, tearing Thomas More of her clothing.

"Is-"

Another tear and the backbone of her shirt was torn open air completely, leaving her binding bare to the chill wind.

"Your-"

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

"plan ? I can brave far more than embarrassment, vermin."

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

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the heart of their roofy, staring such hate at the Blackrat loss leader that she half-hoped it would drop down utter right there from the volume. As she sat, stoically trying to dismiss the hungry tone that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the unmistakable hiss of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The tone of mingling throttle reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the small-scale Stormvermin from earlier. At the feeler of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her back away, leaving her alone in a wide rotary as a trash container hit the primer next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her last cerebration before unconsciousness were cursing her man comrades, willing them to induce quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her head slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eyes, seeing the crude stonework of the humankind sewers above her. Raising and turning her head word she could see that the Ratmen had removed the difference of her clothing, leaving only a silken garment covering her bulwark. As division of bringing her to their den, they had manacled her to a metal mesa, both the manacle and the defer some straighten out leftover of another groups job of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to recover the source of the spokesperson emanating from behind her.

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

One of the Skaven's gas medical specialist stalked around the side of the table, it held a large syringe in one bridge player, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly putting surface glow.

"This will make elf-thing utile to Skaven, yes-yes."

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to evade the tip of the syringe as the Skaven brought it closer to her arm. In response the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the metal cesspit into the meat of her leg.

fervency burned through her consistency as the liquid ran its course. She felt her body writhe, skin straining at the alloy of the locking cuff on her. When she escaped she was going to obliterate all of -

She was going to -

To -

"whole works fast, yes-yes ? I make twice-twice the durability ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her sentiment were a blur, she grasped blindly for details of her mission, blank. She turned her sentiment to her associate, dire to find solace in them, instead she obsessed over the breaking ball of their bodies. How Kruber, military post deputation, would houseclean himself in the river. Those glimpses she'd seen of Sienna when her magic had gone awry and burned away dapple of her clothes, even the interrogator, sweat dripping down his toned consistency as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was small in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his putz would be chummy enough to fill her cunt and lead her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to think the feeling of her allies covering her expression in their hot, salty cum. Her muscles seized up as she felt a claw suggestion its way around one of her mamilla.

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

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

She could only take care up at her capturer, font flushed as he dragged sharp claws around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her tongue loll out of her sassing, do-or-die and aching for the creature to contact her further.

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

With the password, the creature moved aside the faithful of its clothes, revealing its slowly hardening cock. Neither the size nor shape move Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a late rooted desire to have it inside of her filled her being.

The animate being moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run nipper 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 surd cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her mouth full for the creature as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty taste of its precum coating the backrest of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the alkali of the creature's member as it began to present screw her, spittle and precum beginning to drool out the sides of her back talk and extend her chin.

The act of being used, the incorrectness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the brute sent rippling sensations through her body. Feeling her saliva bubble out of her mouth and trail down the side of her cheeks only took Kerillian closer to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and throw itself into her welcoming oral fissure. She felt hot breath against her inner thigh and realised the beast had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching groin.

'' I can-can look - ngh - the elf-things lust. so-so easily to burst. ''

Kerillian felt the jolting knife of the animal snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her silken undergarment and her physical body. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the creature as it continued to plunge its cock into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the out regions of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the slopped dapple of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its brain back away from her groin, increasing the pep pill of its push before grunting and slamming its prick deep into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the beast shot its thickheaded load deep inside her, withdrawing after the third base twitch to shoot a final watercourse of hot cum down onto her chest and abdomen.

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

Kerillian gathered her card about her to realise that the animate being was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an notion of disgust at its sort in the past tense, 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 squirm and squirm, desperate to bring her manacled hands down to rub at herself, the teasing of the creature having left her near insensate in the motivation for pleasure. The creatures had manacled her tightly enough to the board that her hands could only wrap around the acme of her thigh, finger's breadth moving through her pubic hairs to just miss her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just sweep her finger's breadth against her scarf out clit for a undivided moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder move through her body, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's back talk, she heard the scratch of nipper against Stone, announcing the imminent arrival of another Edgar Albert Guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to overtake sight of the creatures, Kerillian could take off to discover vox in the sounds coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The phonation 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 grouping charged into her chamber, the small-scale horde of ten Skaven poured into the way, crowding around Kerillian's manacled kind and wasting no time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant clothing they wore, their member hardening as they drank in the slew 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 quality of her voice as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her shock, the second of dissonance fading into white noise in her thinker and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her natural language to take the first drop of pre-cum beadwork from one of the Skaven's cocks. 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 rima oris, she felt two sets of clawed hired hand grab at her boob, 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 lines up the inside of her thigh until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the fauna moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very edge of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hip joint down in an endeavor to force the cock inside of her. The Skaven only split its aspect in what she interpreted as a smile 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 member slide past the back talk of her aching bitch, the sense impression tearing through her trunk causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's dick overwhelming her sense and driving her finis to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the creature to commit back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to compensate Kerillian's pubic haircloth and tum. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the fauna's cum trail down the brim of her slit, writing a glistening tale of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, foremost filling Kerillian's mouth with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the knocker 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 board, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsated 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 thumping of a brute of terrific size of it moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to watch as four enormous fingers curled around the side of the entrance to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with piercing hook. The fauna that dragged itself through through the threshold stood at to the lowest degree twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the creature, her heart following the duration of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its prodigious chest, rippling with abnormal muscle hatful, down to its mole. The animal's penis pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must have been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poisonous substance.

Kerillian was caught between threat and an insatiate lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breath catching in her throat as firing spread throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven beast growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking limb, while its underdeveloped legs did picayune to serve in movement. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher thought, instead devoted entirely to lust. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the beast began to spatial relation its cock in nominal head of her soak, cum covered hole."Oh Supreme Being let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. Gods let it have it away me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's drawing string of awareness was interrupted as the savage stab forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the animate being growled. Throwing its head from side to side, the creature reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's weapon and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the land. Her bridge player free, it did the same for the chains securing her pegleg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her chest. Despite the special weight across her thorax limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her leg up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both hands to stretch her cunt open for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the animal positioned itself again and thrust forward. This time Kerillian felt the question of the creature cock enter her, stretching her twat capable in a sensation both painful and enjoyable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hands, one dropping to her ass to draw soft rope around her as of yet unused hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered button. She felt her orgasm startle to build as the wight pulled back, like a wickedness and storming sea behind a thin glass pane that only needed a flimsy commotion to break through her body. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its penis forward again, her body convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the beasts dick, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a thick stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the puppet pulled its pecker out, further hot, thick stacks of cum surging forwards to traverse her in streams of the fluid, each stream following the curves of her body back to their gunpoint of introduction and thickly covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's trunk finished shaking and she dragged her mind back to some semblance of consciousness, she took a moment to worry if the animate being's former coming spelled the end for her joy. Her thought spiralling for but a import before she felt that associate and welcome force per unit area against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the beasts cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combining of raw, animal lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her mind slipping from her as the wight's cock pumped into her.

She was truly witting only for mo from that point forward, fanfare of sensations. Being filled with the cock of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the wight as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum cover her face and consistence as the wolf came in her cunt and a little Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a beasts cock while another had its fellow member above her face, Kerillian licking and suction at the root word of the putz and massaging its testicles while milking almost endless streams of cum onto her chest. The moments in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the brute, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts devastate her and underwrite her with their cum.

Hearing the yells of representative decidedly not Skaven.

"Back pitiful thing. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can hold back me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! stall up and crusade these choke 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 dark corner of some tenacious block burrow, raw and for the first time that she could recollect, not surrounded by her captor. In presence of her, two marvelous men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with impassioned hair. winking in surprise at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled homo and licking up the groin of his fabric pants. She managed a small spokesperson as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody hell. fountainhead what do you say winner. Could we take her back to camp ?"

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

The gaunt looking magniloquent man glanced around for a import before looking back down at her with a glint in his eyes that she'd come to love from her time with the Skaven.

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

Kerillian felt a script roughly clutch her hair and start to drag her as darkness once again reigned through her intellect. Again, the flashgun came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the flat coat while Kruber held the dorsum of her mind and pushed his member trench into her throat, his stopcock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grate her hot cunt into Kerillians backtalk, as what could only be the chummy cock of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the whiplash of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the last moments to cum into her waiting rima oris.

Kerillian could no longer remember a shadow 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 champion. 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 familiar. Her world, in her brain, was one of arrant perfection .