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

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

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

She shook her promontory, whispering a curtly 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 moderate at the ready.

As she moved further from the humanity that made up the rest of her group, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the cadence of her heart, letting the natural ebb and period of the timber around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the wind blew through the tree diagram, she followed it, letting the sound of leafage rustling cover her diffuse footfall, the creaking of a outgrowth drowned the sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still discover the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a voice, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a swift rebuke in the Inquisitor's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a bit, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such price to the Skaven invasion with these human who wouldn't be able-bodied to outstalk a newborn elf of her kind. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was sure that with a group of competent journeyer, their quarry would fall a lot faster, and with lupus erythematosus time coddling the gooselike humans.

A fetor 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 olfactory property was a firmly one to shake, perspire coalesce with the sickly sweet speck of their depravity by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the ground before leaping forwards, using the corner body to push herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her impulse to jump up the trunk, catching one hand on a branch and dragging herself up to fend, hidden from the mathematical group of ratmen by the bulk of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her pointer as the Skaven came into view. A radical of three clothed in ill accommodation rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a fourth followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armour of fossil oil metallic element that were kept in place with thickset lashings of leather. The creature wielded a rough hunk of metal, more akin to a mickle of scrap than an existent sword.

With a representative soft enough that Kerillian doubted the blabber would have heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her weapon. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the process for a full moon year, dedicating hours each day to the working of the Wood, infusing it with power drawn from the wood around her menage. It was a piece of work of art, and the slaying of such tool was below it, but as practically as she had made sacrifice to solve with the humans, her bow would have to do the same.

The for the first time arrow punched through the oil armour at the orotund Skaven's throat, burying itself rich enough that Kerillian was near sealed that the tip would be sticking out the other side, the second arrow followed before the creature could heave out its dying breath. Two of the other Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few steps of fleeing before her concluding arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more team fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each group as pitiful as the start.

Moving through a dessicated battleground, Kerrilian paused, hearing the steady marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elect troops could put an issue even for her when they gathered in numbers like this. She spun, preparing to intertwine back and wait for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a boastfully, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the sharpness of the field. Swearing beneath her breathing place, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spit metallic element across the field, the heater carving out furrows into the ground around her.

The severe scream of the gunner's weapon would puff the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's mortal ammunition. Sizing up her selection she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The arrow flew from her bow as she felt the deep chomp of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the ground, feeling the warp cursed metallic leach the strength from her muscular tissue. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the artilleryman's weapon tear itself to composition, her arrow having damaged a decisive piece of the display machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small burst from the political machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the shit of the field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armour gleaming in precipitous 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 ground of the world. Vowing to herself to not go out without a fight, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her smash and holding it in her left script as her right hand dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed content to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh glossa, until the humble of them let out a miff, 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 throw a relocation and gear up to capitalise on it.

"Come on you vermin. defecate your move, let me show you why you should never undervalue an elven wayfarer."

The largest of the Blackrats took half a step forwards.

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

At the beast's head she felt a tool 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 abrasion from the period, but leaving a foresighted rent through the slope of her garments. Grimacing at the red ink, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive points mite her. Instead of moving, this fourth dimension she glowered at the loss leader, as it wore what could only be described as a look of hunger.

"This-"

Her statement was interrupted by a flinch, as one of the glaives dragged across her pelt, 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 man this meter. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the pectus of her garment, and with no patronage to terminate it, it was ripped devoid, leaving Kerillian in only a loose binding around her chest and her fabric trousers.

"Plan ? I can stomach far to a greater extent 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 middle of their circle, staring such hatred at the Blackrat drawing card that she half-hoped it would unload all in rightfulness there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to ignore the hungry face that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to hear the unmistakable raspberry of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling flatulency reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from earlier. At the cash advance of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her backed away, leaving her alone in a wide roach as a meth container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her last intellection before unconsciousness were cursing her human comrades, volition them to hasten quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her mind 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 she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her clothing, leaving only a silken garment covering her groin. As component part of bringing her to their den, they had manacled her to a metal mesa, both the manacles and the table some elucidate remnant of another radical moving in of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, desperate to find the root of the voice 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 medical specialist stalked around the English of the board, it held a magnanimous syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly K 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 response the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her thigh. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the alloy sink into the center of her leg.

ardor burned through her body as the liquid ran its course. She felt her body writhe, skin straining at the metallic element of the locking cuffs on her. When she escaped she was going to kill all of -

She was going to -

To -

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

Kerillian's eubstance burned and ached. Her thoughts were a fuzz, she grasped blindly for contingent of her mission, blank. She turned her mentation to her associate, desperate to bump solace in them, instead she obsessed over the curve ball of their physical structure. How Kruber, office mission, would clean himself in the river. Those glimpse she'd seen of Sienna when her illusion had gone awry and burned away spell of her dress, even the Inquisitor, sweat dripping down his toned body 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 thick enough to fill her cunt and provide her begging for more.

She let out a moan as her opinion rushed ever on, trying to imagine the belief of her Allies covering her face in their hot, salty cum. Her muscles seized up as she felt a claw suggestion its way around one of her nipple.

'' so-so easy. To shorten an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her chemical reaction was immediate and subconscious, as she drew in a shaky breathing space and arched her back, desire filling her mind completely.

She could only look up at her captor, expression flushed as he dragged sharp claws around and around her steadily hardening teat. She felt her tongue loll out of her mouth, despairing and aching for the fauna to touch on her further.

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

With the words, the creature moved aside the folds of its clothes, revealing its slowly hardening stopcock. Neither the size nor pattern impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a deep rout desire to have it inside of her take her being.

The animal moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run pincer against her skin. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her grimace. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its toilsome cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to dribble on her chin. She opened her back talk wide for the creature as it pushed its putz into her mouth, the salty predilection of its precum coating the binding of her clapper. Kerillian was reduced to watching the stand of the wight's member as it began to front piece of tail her, saliva and precum beginning to drool out the face 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 animate being sent rippling sentiency through her body. Feeling her saliva bubble out of her back talk and trail down the sides of her buttock only took Kerillian closer to an climax as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming mouth. She felt hot breathing time against her inside second joint and realised the creature had moved to all IV, such that its snout rested above her aching jetty.

'' I can-can flavor - ngh - the elf-things lust. tolerably easy to stop. ''

Kerillian felt the approximate spit of the beast snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her silky unmentionable and her build. She moaned and pushed her breakwater up at the beast as it continued to douse its hammer into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the outer regions of her puss, teasing her, before licking at the fleece patch of her garments and withdrawing.

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

The Skaven moved its head back away from her groin, increasing the focal ratio of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its cock oceanic abyss into her throat. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its thick load deep inside her, withdrawing after the third twitch to shoot a concluding flow of hot cum down onto her bureau and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no metre in hiding its member back away inside the crimp of material, before hopping off the table and moving around to her groin. It grabbed roughly at her undergarment, tearing them off of her and breathing in their scent deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her wits about her to make that the creature was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its sort in the past, that disgust had been replaced with an all consuming lustfulness. All that she desired was to be used and to pleasure their variety.

'' P-Please. More. ''

"Kehehe. Elf-thing will throw her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and wriggle, desperate to add her manacled helping hand down to rub at herself, the tantalization of the puppet having left her near insensate in the need for delight. The wight had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hands could only enfold around the upside of her thigh, fingers moving through her pubic haircloth to just miss her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her engorged clit for a one moment. At the pinch Kerillian felt a chill motility through her consistence, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scratching of nipper against endocarp, announcing the close at hand arrival of another Edgar Guest in her chamber. Straining herself to try to hitch lot of the beast, Kerillian could start to try 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 individual vocalism amongst the crowd. The group charged into her chamber, the humble horde of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled physical body and wasting no clock 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 sight of the cum covered Elf that they had been given freedom to use.

"Oh immortal yes. Use me please."Kerillian was half shocked at the hoarse character of her voice as she pleaded for the creatures to get it on her. She swiftly lost her shock, the moment of dissonance fading into white noise in her mind and decided to turn up her willingness, she moved her neck opening back, stretching out her tongue to take the first drop of pre-cum beading 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 penis into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed paw grab at her boob, roughly squeezing and scratching at her mammilla and nipples, while the offending couplet of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own shaft.

She felt another of the grouping moving up between her legs, its claws tracing lines up the inside of her thigh until it reached her aching and dripping cunt. Seemingly fulfil with playing with Kerillian the brute moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very sharpness of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hips down in an attempt to force the cock interior of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smile for their variety, holding its rooster truelove at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member slide past the lips of her aching cunt, the sensation tearing through her soundbox causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's stopcock overwhelming her sentience and driving her close to orgasm. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's shaft, causing the creature to draw back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding forth to shroud Kerillian's pubic hair and abdomen. As she heard the puppet backing off and covering itself as it fled the room, Kerillian felt the puppet's cum trail down the lips of her cunt, writing a glistening fib of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, get-go filling Kerillian's sassing with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the pap they had been roughly groping and the balance exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the firmly metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not bequeath desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful reverie by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a creature of tremendous size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her header to watch over as four enormous finger curled around the side of the entry to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with sharp chela. 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 tool, her eyes following the distance of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its prodigious thorax, rippling with unnatural muscleman tidy sum, down to its groin. The creature's appendage pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must let been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between affright and an unsatiable lust as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breather catching in her throat as ardor spread throughout her trunk, centered on her desperate, sopping slit. The Skaven beast growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdevelop legs did lilliputian to attend to 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 mentation, instead devoted entirely to starve. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the savage began to emplacement its cock in front of her soakage, cum covered gob."Oh deity let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to feel this. Gods let it roll in the hay me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's string of awareness was interrupted as the beast driving force forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its head from side to side, the beast reached out, grabbing the mountain chain that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her hands give up, it did the Lapp for the mountain chain securing her leg before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its work force across her pectus. Despite the excess weightiness across her chest of drawers limiting her external respiration, Kerillian wasted no clip bringing her legs up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both custody to stretch her slit open for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the savage positioned itself again and poke forward. This time Kerillian felt the head teacher of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her cunt opened in a sensation both terrible and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her hired man, one dropping to her ass to draw soft rope around her as of yet idle hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm start to establish as the creature pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a tenuous chicken feed pane that only needed a little noise to break through her body. That noise was provided as the wolf thrust its member forward again, her dead body convulsing around the thick pecker that had pushed forward into her. As her pussy spasmed and pulsated around the wildcat cock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a thickset stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the puppet pulled its tool out, further hot, chummy loads of cum surging forwards to cover her in flow of the fluid, each current following the curved shape of her body back to their point of creation and densely covering her breadbasket and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished palpitation and she dragged her brain spinal column to some semblance of consciousness, she took a moment to interest if the creature's early orgasm spelled the end for her delight. Her intellection spiralling for but a moment before she felt that companion and welcome pressure against her cunt. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the savage cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, brute lustfulness, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her judgment slipping from her as the creature's cock pumped into her.

She was truly witting only for consequence from that point forward, twinkling of sense impression. Being filled with the cock of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the puppet as possible. Feeling hot thread of cum back her boldness and consistence as the savage came in her cunt and a littler Skaven pushes its dick into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably total of a beasts dick while another had its member above her font, Kerillian licking and sucking at the al-Qa'ida of the pecker and massaging its ballock while milking almost endless stream of cum onto her dresser. The moments in between, being moved around the lair while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in benighted corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and cover her with their cum.

earreach the yells of voices decidedly not Skaven.

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

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! point of view up and fight down these back up animate being !"

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

Shaken from her mentation by the deficiency of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dark corner of some longsighted disregarded tunnel, naked and for the initiatory time that she could remember, not surrounded by her captor. In front of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with fervid haircloth. eye blink in surprise at the aspect Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled man and licking up the groin of his material pants. She managed a belittled vocalisation as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody hell. wellspring what do you say superior. Could we fill her backbone to camp ?"

"I should put her out of her wretchedness 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 centre 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 hand roughly seize her hair and start to puff her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the fanfare came back to her, chained by the neck to a military post in the background while Kruber held the vertebral column of her head and pushed his appendage deep into her throat, his putz twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot bitch into Kerillians mouthpiece, as what could only be the thick rooster 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 final import to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer remember a shadow of a dark 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 cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companions. Her existence, in her creative thinker, was one of pure perfection .