“ You lumberfoots can await here while I scout ahead. If we can't get the Skaven raising infernal region, then they may well overrun the close vestiges of your dying Empire."

Kerillian could barely hear 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 watch your tongue or by Sigmar's blessed name I will cut it from your head."

She shook her caput, whispering a forgetful entreaty to Kurnous to hallow 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 concur at the ready.

As she moved further from the humans that made up the rest of her group, Kerillian slowed her breathing and the round of her inwardness, letting the innate ebb and flow of the woodland around her become the beat by which she regulated herself. As the steer blew through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, she followed it, letting the phone of leaves rustling top her soft step, the creaking of a branch drowned the auditory sensation of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still get wind the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a interpreter, followed by a comment from the fiery Sienna and a swift rebuke in the interrogator's nasal tone.

Kerillian let herself consist for a here and now, musing to herself about how they had managed to trade such hurt to the Skaven invasion with these human being who wouldn't be able to outstalk a neonate elf of her variety. A shame she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was certain that with a group of competent Wayfarers, their targets would flow a lot faster, and with less clip coddling the jerky humans.

A stink on the wind alerted her to their presence. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their grunts and squeals carrying through the forest to strain her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smell was a hard one to didder, sudate mixed with the sickly sweet hint of their corruption 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 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 grouping of ratmen by the mass 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 fitting rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a fourth followed behind. The final Skaven slightly taller and with more bulk, wearing armor of crude metallic element that were kept in place with thick lashings of leather. The tool wielded a crude oil hunk of metal, Thomas More akin to a atomic reactor of scrap than an actual sword.

With a voice soft enough that Kerillian doubted the rotter 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 year, dedicating minute each day to the working of the Ellen Price Wood, infusing it with ability drawn from the timber around her home. It was a body of work of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as very much as she had made sacrifices to work with the mankind, her bow would have to do the same.

The first arrow punched through the crude armour at the largest Skaven's throat, burying itself deep enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the former English, the indorse pointer followed before the creature could gasp out its dying breath. Two of the former Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few tone of fleeing before her final arrow pinned it to the ground. Several more team fell to her as she moved closer to their camp, each chemical group as sorry as the first.

Moving through a dessicated field, Kerrilian paused, hearing the truelove marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troop could place an topic even for her when they gathered in bit like this. She spun, preparing to curl back and time lag for the patrol to pass by, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a large, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the bound of the field. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to spatter metallic element across the theatre of operations, the bullets carving out furrow into the ground around her.

The wicked screech of the gunner's arm would describe the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly ammo. Sizing up her options she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The pointer flew from her bow as she felt the mysterious bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the basis, feeling the buckle cursed metal leaching the strength from her heftiness. Her bow fell from her senseless finger, leaving her with the slight solacement of hearing the gunner's weapon deplumate itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a critical man of the exposed machinery, followed by the screech of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the small explosion from the machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the playing field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their weapons and armor glimmer in keen direct 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 motherland, while having rippling muscle thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the realm of the humans. Vowing to herself to not go out without a competitiveness, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her bash and holding it in her impart hand as her right wing dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed subject to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh spit, until the smallest of them let out a huff, turned and jogged further towards the arena 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 movement and set to capitalize on it.

"Come on you vermin. Make your move, let me evince you why you should never lowball an elven wayfarer."

The large of the Blackrats took half a footprint forwards.

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

At the animal's interrogation she felt a prick in her skin from behind, dragging across her pelt as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The vane had been turned backwards and had run across her armor, leaving her with only a slight dent from the point, but leaving a farseeing tear through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the loss, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive stop touch her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the loss leader, as it wore what could only be described as a look of hunger.

"This-"

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

"Is-"

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

"Your-"

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

"Plan ? I can tolerate far to a greater extent 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 middle of their dress circle, staring such hate at the Blackrat leader that she half-hoped it would devolve drained right there from the intensity. As she sat, stoically trying to neglect the hungry looking at that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to get wind the unmistakable razz of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The smell of mingling gases reached her as she saw the creature, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the smaller Stormvermin from in the beginning. At the forward motion of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her punt away, leaving her alone in a wide rope as a chalk container hit the flat coat next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell, her close thoughts before unconsciousness were cursing her human comrades, leave them to rush along quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her judgment slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eye, seeing the crude stonework of the human beings sewers above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her wearable, leaving only a silken garment covering her groyne. As part of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal mesa, both the manacles and the mesa some clear remnant of another radical moving in of the area.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, despairing to find the germ of the spokesperson 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 specialist stalked around the face of the table, it held a with child syringe in one hand, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly green glow.

"This will piddle elf-thing utilitarian 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 curse as she felt the metal sink into the meat of her leg.

ardor burned through her body as the liquid ran its course of action. She felt her body writhe, skin straining at the alloy of the locking cuffs 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 potency ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's body burned and ached. Her idea were a blur, she grasped blindly for point of her missionary work, blank. She turned her thoughts to her fellow, desperate to find comfort in them, instead she obsessed over the curves of their consistency. How Kruber, Post mission, would clean himself in the river. Those coup d'oeil she'd seen of Sienna when her deception had gone awry and burned away patches of her apparel, even the Inquisitor, sweat dripping down his inflect organic structure as he flagellated himself. Or the dwarf, as although he was low in stature, she'd bet her prized bow that his pecker would be thick enough to fill her bitch and impart her begging for more.

She let out a groan as her thoughts rushed ever on, trying to imagine the flavor of her allies covering her cheek in their hot, salty cum. Her heftiness seized up as she felt a claw trace its way around one of her tit.

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

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

She could only look up at her captor, face flushed as he dragged sharp claws around and around her steadily hardening nipple. She felt her lingua loll out of her backtalk, despairing and aching for the wight to touch her further.

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

With the quarrel, the creature moved aside the plica of its clothes, revealing its slowly curing tool. Neither the size nor Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a cryptical settle desire to have it inside of her fulfil her being.

The creature moved behind her again, one hand continuing to run hook against her skin. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her human face. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the undersurface of its hard hammer and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her chin. She opened her mouth wide for the animal as it pushed its shaft into her backtalk, the salty taste sensation of its precum coating the backrest of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the basis of the wight's extremity as it began to face fuck her, saliva and precum start to drool out the incline of her mouth and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the incorrectness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the creature sent rippling sensations through her trunk. Feeling her saliva bubble out of her mouth and track down the sides of her cheeks only took Kerillian closer to an orgasm as the Skaven grunted and lunge itself into her welcoming oral cavity. She felt hot breath against her intimate thigh and realised the creature had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching inguen.

'' I can-can aroma - ngh - the elf-things lust. So-so well-to-do to let out. ''

Kerillian felt the rough tongue of the beast snake out against the side of meat of her second joint, pushing its way between her silken unmentionable and her physical body. She moaned and pushed her groin up at the animate being as it continued to plunge its pecker into her sass. The lingua slowly, softly, moved over the verboten region of her cunt, teasing her, before licking at the soaked patch 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 groin, increasing the speed of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its prick deep into her pharynx. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its fatheaded load deep inside her, withdrawing after the third twitching to shoot a net watercourse of hot cum down onto her thorax and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its appendage back away inside the congregation of textile, 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 scent deeply before storing them in one of its several carrying bags.

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

'' P-Please. More. ''

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

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and squirm, desperate to bestow her manacled hands down to rub at herself, the teasing of the creature having left her well-nigh insensate in the pauperism for pleasance. The puppet had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her handwriting could only wrap around the tops of her second joint, fingerbreadth moving through her pubic hairs to just miss her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her engorged clit for a bingle import. At the refer Kerillian felt a shudder move through her eubstance, pushing her deeper into her desperation without relief.

As another groan escaped Kerillian's brim, she heard the scratching of hook against stone, announcing the imminent arriver of another guest in her sleeping accommodation. Straining herself to try to catch sight of the creatures, Kerillian could start to hear voices in the audio coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The vocalization overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to recognize just how many there were, or to blame out any individual vocalism amongst the crowd. The group charged into her chamber, the small drove of ten Skaven poured into the room, crowding around Kerillian's manacled var. 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 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 husky quality of her voice as she pleaded for the creatures to get laid her. She swiftly lost her shock, the moment of dissension fading into gabardine noise in her mind and decided to establish her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her clapper to consider the first gear drop of pre-cum beading from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her despair as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a putz in each mitt as the Skaven above her plunged its appendage into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed hired hand grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching at her bosom and nipples, while the offending brace of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own rooster.

She felt another of the group moving up between her stage, its claws tracing lines up the interior of her thighs until it reached her ache and dripping cunt. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its prick at the very bound of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her hip joint down in an attempt to force the shaft inside of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smile for their sort, holding its dick steady at her entrance while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's member slideway past the backtalk of her aching bitch, the sensation tearing through her organic structure causing her to shiver uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's hammer overwhelming her sense and driving her last to sexual climax. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the creature to displume back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth River to spread over Kerillian's pubic fuzz and breadbasket. As she heard the creature backing off and covering itself as it fled the way, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the brim of her cunt, writing a glistening narrative of the Skaven's luxuria upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, offset filling Kerillian's mouthpiece with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the tits they had been roughly groping and the rest exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the hard metal tabular array, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not lead desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lustful reverie by the bricks above her shakiness, the low clump of a animal of awful size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her head to watch as four enormous finger's breadth curled around the side of the incoming to her prison, each easily the width of her arm and topped with sharp claws. The beast that dragged itself through through the room access stood at to the lowest degree twice her height, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the wight, her eyes following the duration of its snout as it sniffed at the air, past its colossal chest, rippling with unnatural muscle mass, down to its groin. The creature's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must birth been a mutation caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between terror and an insatiable lecherousness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breath catching in her pharynx as fire spread throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven savage growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arms, while its underdeveloped leg did little to attend to in movement. Kerillian caught the wolf eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the tabular array above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher opinion, instead devoted entirely to lust. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the wildcat began to position its cock in front line of her soaking, cum covered hole."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to palpate this. Gods let it fuck me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's cosmic string of consciousness was interrupted as the wildcat drive forward, the tip of its peter barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its caput from side to side, the animal reached out, grabbing the chains that bound Kerillian's arm and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the undercoat. Her hands free, it did the Lapp for the Chain securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its hands across her dresser. Despite the extra exercising weight across her thorax limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her peg up and spreading them wide. She reached down, using both bridge player to elongate her cunt open for the beast cock.

Satisfied, the beast positioned itself again and lunge forward. This time Kerillian felt the headland of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her snatch exposed in a genius both painful and gratifying. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her mitt, one dropping to her ass to draw soft circles around her as of yet unused hollow, while the early rose to rub at her cum covered clitoris. She felt her orgasm starting time to build as the puppet pulled back, like a dark and storming sea behind a thin glass dot that only needed a slight disturbance to divulge through her body. That disturbance was provided as the beast thrust its phallus forward again, her body convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her cunt spasmed and pulsated around the creature cock, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a thick stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its peter out, further hot, wooden-headed loads of cum surging forwards to traverse her in streams of the fluid, each flow following the curves of her body back to their point of institution and densely covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished shaking and she dragged her mind book binding to some semblance of cognisance, she took a import to worry if the wight's former orgasm spelled the end for her pleasure. Her idea spiralling for but a import before she felt that comrade 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, animal lust, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her brain slipping from her as the creature's cock pumped into her.

She was truly witting only for bit from that breaker point forward, heartbeat of whiz. Being filled with the prick of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum cover her face and organic structure as the wildcat came in her cunt and a small-scale Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a wildcat putz while another had its member above her face, Kerillian drubbing and sucking at the base of the dick and massaging its testicles while milking almost endless stream of cum onto her chest of drawers. 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 desolate her and cover her with their cum.

earreach the cry of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"spine deplorable affair. Sigmar guides my blade and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! tie-up up and push these foul beasts !"

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

Shaken from her persuasion by the deficiency of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a dark street corner of some long forgotten tunnel, naked and for the showtime time that she could call back, not surrounded by her captor. In front of her, two grandiloquent men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with fiery hair's-breadth. blink in surprisal at the scene Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the thigh of the more muscled human and licking up the seawall of his cloth pants. She managed a pocket-sized interpreter as they seemed too stunned to answer to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody hell. fountainhead what do you say Victor. Could we take her vertebral column to tent ?"

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

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

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

Kerillian felt a hand roughly conquer her tomentum and scratch to get behind her as duskiness once again reigned through her nous. Again, the flash came back to her, chained by the neck to a post in the ground while Kruber held the back of her head and pushed his member oceanic abyss into her throat, his cock twitching as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot puss into Kerillians mouth, as what could only be the thick stopcock of the Dwarf pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clitoris. Feeling the whip of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the close moments to cum into her waiting mouth.

Kerillian could no longer think a dark of a shadower of what she had been before, but her days were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called friends. She knew only happiness as she would desperately clobber at Sienna's bitch, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companion. Her creation, in her mind, was one of virginal perfection .